your face is one of my favorite faces

7-brightly-colored-lamps  asked:

I kinda wanna post a selfie but I'm too shy lmao! Perhaps if I hide my face? Anywho I had a crush on a friend of mine for a really long time now. She's so sweet, smart, and nerdy. (My favorite thing about her is her hair bc it's soft and smells like strawberrys)

if you want to post one hiding your face go for it! people have also posted a dog and a side view and stuff like that! we’d love to see your beautiful face if you’re up for it ever :) O wish you the best of luck with your crush!!! you should tell her that her hair smells nice girls love that!
-Mog Gaby

Let’s talk about this

I didn’t know why people felt that it was different how Danny reacted to Jorah volunteering vs. Jon volunteering. Until I watched it again.

Then I saw it

This was her reaction to Jorah:

Shock, confusion, worry, the casual ‘what-the-fuck-do-you-mEAN-you’re-going?’ look. but then eventually…

Acceptance… five seconds later.

And then Jon starts talking. when Davos goes “They won’t follow Ser Jorah”, and Jon goes “they won’t have to”. Davos got it right away what the hell this boy was planning to do. 

And Danny… Oh, sweet summer child:

THAT. 

She didn’t get it at first. It went from … ‘what..?’ to “oh god..”

THIS is the look of utter f e a r. She is terrified right now, and she does not know what to say. Her inner feelings are conflicting with her job as a queen.

And what face does Jon give?

That face a guy makes when he’s screaming ‘I’m sorry’ in his head.

Now… here’s one of my favorite parts…

Jorah even fucking looks at Danny, waiting for her to SAY something (I think this is also the moment Jorah knew. He just knew)

And Danny… her breathing is so uneven… She is legitimately scared for Jon.

“I haven’t given your permission” 

 I don’t care what you say… This is not Danny being a Queen. This is Danny being selfish. She let her personal feelings get in the way.

But Jon’s entire speech. About strangers trusting strangers, pulls at her. Jon forcibly pulls the Queen inside of her.

And Danny looks at Tyrion. Hoping for his counsel.

And she finally breaks. She doesn’t accept it, No, no no, she is absolutely 100% against this. But if you are anything like me or probably 99% of people in this world, when you want to say something you cannot say because you are trying to hold yourself together, all you do is nod.

So she nods.

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here

Yoosung

  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • “SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time

Zen

  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “UHHHHHHH, GUYSOPENTHEDOORZENJUSTPASSEDOUT.”
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”

Jaehee

  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes

Jumin

  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • “FIVE MINUTES LEFT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS!!”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly

Saeran

  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.

Seven

  • “♪♫YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MC AND SEVEN IN HEAVEN FOR SEVEN♪♫”
  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “SAERAN TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!”
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
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I can’t get over the idea of Henry and Bendy throwing puns at each other!

Comic inspired by @doodledrawsthings Hells Studio AU
and @whatisthisnonsense ‘s and @squigglydigglydoo ‘s amazing fanfic 
(and with @doodledrawsthings ‘s Henry design)

@everestcresent helped me out with 100% of the puns on this comic and their my bestie. Please go check out their blog!


And this comic, had a LOT of alternate possible routs (5+ written down)
So, below the cut is one of those alt routs (which has bonus panels)
(the rest will merely be in the tags)

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Bucky Imagine #3 | Lingerie

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch

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Author’s Note: I have so much other stuff to write but sometimes inspiration strikes and I don’t want to lose it. Enjoy Bucky learning about lingerie! 

Rated M for conversation topics and innuendos. 

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Bucky wasn’t the kind of man who just went rummaging around in women’s underwear drawers. He was respectable - a true gentleman, if he said so himself - and yet here he was, eyes lingering a little too long on the lacy strap that had fallen out of the dresser. He had to admit he was curious; things had changed so much in seventy years. Women didn’t wear anything else that was similar to what it was in the forties, surely their underclothes were different, too.

He peaked over his shoulder, eyes scanning the room for any other sign of life before he allowed himself to walk a little closer. He was already invading your privacy by just being here, in your bedroom when the rest of the team was gone, so he just looked at first, studied the little black ribbon and titch of lace that was available to him. 

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MAKE UP TIPS 💋

Hi y'all, so I’ve been doing make up for years for proms and weddings and engagement photos and such and thought I would offer some tips because I love make up and maybe not everyone knows these! Obvi keep in mind everyone is different and these may not work for you…

- Try Nivea’s Sensitive Post Shave Balm for Men as a primer. A little goes a long way and rub it in until it gets tacky

- There is literally no reason to buy mascara from high end brands and I’m a high end whore. My favorite is the Clump Crusher water resistant

- If you can’t decide between two foundation colors, choose the one that’s lighter. Bronzer can fix that shit quick

- The “buy concealer that is 56 shades too light” trend needs to die. One or two shades is plentyyyyy you don’t wanna look like a reverse raccoon and flash photography only makes it worse

- BAKE your under eyes and if you’re hoeing tbh bake your entire face. Message me if you don’t know what baking is

- Two best foundations I’ve ever used are the Too Faced Born This Way and Lancôme Teint Idole Ultra 24hr

- Stop applying your make up with your hands ladies pls buy a beauty blender and get it damp

- Take the foundation off your lips once you’ve set it bc if you just put lip product over it it’ll bunch up in the corners of your mouth

- Sigma has great brushes and shed less than any of my high end brushes. I’d definitely recommend splurging and getting a full set of them

- Do not base your purchases off of sellout YouTubers that are getting paid to say everything they’re saying

- Buy a setting spray and spray your eyeshadow brush w it before applying shimmery eye shadows and spray your whole face with it when you’re done

- I see girls on here all the time saying not to wear falsies which I think is absolutely insane but my falsies advice is start with individuals and work up to strips. That’s what I did

- Exfoliate your face and use the Biore black head strips on your nose for smoother make up application

- Don’t leave your lower lash line bare. I see this so much and it’s super weird looking. Do a little eyeshadow and mascara at the least to complete the whole look

- Avoid matte lipstick/liquid lips unless you’re sure your lips are smooth hydrated and snatched otherwise they will look like a butthole in 15 minutes

- W/ eyebrows and make up: less is more girl. ESPECIALLY from a man’s perspective

- If you’re going to put a base shadow down before doing your eyeshadow look (which I’d recommend), avoid putting it anywhere you’ll put shimmer and instead fill that space with a cream eyeshadow or more primer to make that shimmer popppp
- Wash your beauty blender every time you use it or it will grow mold I promise

- Buxom’s lip glosses are the absolute best. They are so high quality, smell good, last FOREVER, and tingle on your lips like mint

- Clean your make up brushes as often as you can (I wish I did more than I do) not only because it’s hygienic but because they will apply SO MUCH BETTER

- If your eyebrows are always rubbing off, invest in a waterproofing liquid to put over them. NYX has a cheap one that really works

- Make sure to go over the line of your falsies with black eyeliner to hide the glue. I don’t care if the glue is “clear” or “black” it’s visible

- If you can’t find a contour color that’s cool toned enough try an eyeshadow!

- Put tons of highlight on your cupid’s bow it’s so cute in my opinion and always gets lots of compliments

- TAKE YOUR MAKE UP OFF EVERY NIGHT. DO NOT SAVE YOUR MAKE UP FOR THE NEXT DAY. Some girls will fight me on this but imo no make up is cuter than gross make up and it’s so bad for your skin

- If your eyes are always watering your shit off get some anti-allergy or anti-dryness (whichever you think you have) eye drops

- You can exfoliate your lips before lipstick application easily with honey and sugar. Do this before putting on foundation and such. If you’re a bougie bitch you can buy scrubs from places like Lush

- I’m convinced that Burts Bees is the only chapstick I’ve ever used that didn’t make me end up needing chapstick more than I did in the first place

- If you don’t have time to wash off your make up then just use a make up wipe! The Kirkland brand ones are my all time faves because they don’t sting my eyes or leave a residue on my face

- Stop over washing your face. It makes it produce more oil to compensate and it could be why you have acne

- You don’t need to pay to get your brows waxed/threaded if you just pluck the spare 2 or 3 brows that grow out of place each day. You’ll keep your shape, save money, and your brows will always look good

- If you don’t use eyeshadow primer please buy some and watch your entire eyeshadow collection transform. If you can’t afford it but have concealer that’s second best and still works well

I could go on forever and might make a part two but I’m tired now. Probably going to make a make up favorites list by product category soon!

Message me with any make up questions ever because I love blabbing about it! Spread the luv and happy face beating!! 💄

Sweet Dreams

Summary: Soft Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 340 (short and sweet!)

A/N: whipped up this drabble for my love, @nottheopera! Hope this helps, amor.

Originally posted by minmiin1d

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Clark’s Niece - Part 1

So I’m gonna change their age a little bit. The reader is 8 and Damian is 10.

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You were terrified. Uncle Clark wants to take you up to the Watchtower to meet the rest of the Justice League. Neither you or Clark is entirely sure how you ended up on Earth, but according to the DNA test that Batman had run, you were definitely related to Uncle Clark. Connor had also taken an instant liking to you, mainly because you preferred to be around your cousin more than your uncle.

The Zeta tube announces the arrival of Superman, and everyone turns toward the sound. You reach out, gripping the edge of Uncle Clark’s cape, hiding behind him. “Everyone, this is my niece, Y/N”

You duck behind Uncle Clark’s cape, there are too many strangers for you to feel comfortable. Uncle Clark chuckled and moved his cape, balling it up so you can’t hide anymore.

A red blur zooms up to you, crouching beside you, “Hello! My name is Barry! It’s really nice to meet Big Blues niece!” The man pulled off his mask, revealing a young face and kind eyes.

“Uncle Clark” you whisper; your shaking hands griping the leg of his costume.

“It’s alright” Clark crouched down so he was eye level with you, “Come on, say hello to Barry”

“H-Hello Mr. Barry” you whisper, shyly holding out your hand. Barry grins, gently shaking your hand, he’s obviously excited. You can feel him almost vibrating beside you.

“Just Barry is fine, sweetheart! Or Uncle Barry”

You smile shyly and nod, the other League members slowly come forward to meet you, until you have been introduced to everyone but Batman and Robin. At that point you have come out of your shell a little bit.

“Hello, Batman! Hello Robin” You float up until you are eye level with Batman’s face, “You’re my favorite League member! It’s really nice to meet you”

Bruce lips quirk in a smirk, “It is very nice to meet you too, Y/N. My name is Bruce. This here is my son Damian”

You immediately drop down to face Damian, “tt, Father I do not understand why I had to attend this meeting”

You tilt your head, and suddenly dart in, wrapping your arms tightly around Damian. Several of the adults gasp, tensing ready to separate the two, “Hello, you are gonna be my best friend”

Damian struggles for a minute, before he gives one last sigh and begrudgingly hugs you back. Every League member freezes, fully expecting Damian to attack you for touching him. “I suppose I can allow you to befriend me, having a Super at my side could have its benefits.”

You smile, happy to have finally made a friend, you grab onto Damian’s cape, making sure you don’t lose your new friend.

There’s a flurry of wind and suddenly your cousin is standing next to Uncle Clark, “Sorry I’m late, Y/N! I had to do a quick patrol before I came up here”

You let out a happy shriek and shoot into Kon’s arms. “Kon!! I missed you!”

The older Kryptonian chuckled, “It’s only been a day, honey!”

You grab onto Kon’s hand and drag him over, “Have you met Damian? He’s my best friend!”

Connor chuckled, “Didn’t you just meet the little brat? How can you be best friends already, squirt?”

You giggle happily and zoom back over to Damian, who immediately folds you into a hug. You squirm until you’re facing your cousin, but still wrapped in the older boy’s arms. ” Come say hi, Kon!!”

The adult Justice League members smile and shake their heads at you younger heroes’ antics. “I’m gonna call it” Barry announced, loud enough for the adults to hear, but the younger ones were too preoccupied to be paying attention so they didn’t. “Those two are going to be married someday”

Clark stiffens immediately, turning to look at the two youngest. His mouth opens in horror when he sees Robin gently cradling his niece against his armored chest. The smallest Super wiggles out of Robin’s hold and hangs onto his cape, letting herself be pulled around wherever Robin goes.

“Not going to happen, Barry” Clark growled

Bruce raises one eyebrow, “And why not? Do you think my son isn’t good enough for your niece?”

Clark turns around, “I didn’t say that, Bruce. Damian is a good kid, but I mean, Y/N is so young …”

“Well they can be friends, can’t they? I mean there’s no harm in that” Bruce smirks, placing a hand on his best friends shoulder, “What harm could it do, they’re both young, and there are so few young people in the Hero role. It’ll be good for them to have a friend”

Clark looks like he wants to argue again, but he doesn’t want to start anything, “I suppose Y/N could use a friend”

Bruce’s smirk gets bigger, “I’m glad you see it that way, Clark. But Barry … I do have to agree with you, those two are going to get married”

Clark gapes at Bruce as the other League members laugh. Bets are made while Clark just stands there in complete shock. He is the only one to say that the won’t be getting married.

“Dami!” You call. Damian had vanished, he had been right behind you, but when you turned around he was gone. You could feel tears build up in your eyes, you had already lost your first friend and it hadn’t even been a day. You were alone, and you were scared. “Dami!!!” You sob.

You fly around, frantically looking for your best friend, but you can’t find him. Damian is actually the one who finds you.

“Beloved? Why are you crying?” His eyes are wide behind his mask, “Who hurt you? I will kill them!”

You fling your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug, careful of your advanced strength. Damian stands up, picking you up with him and sits down in a nearby chair. “I was so scared” you sob, “Thought I lost you!”

Damian rocks back and forth, “Hush, Beloved, hush. I am here. I am so sorry for leaving you, I did not realize how much stress my disappearance would cause you”

You sniffle, nuzzling into Damian’s throat, “Just … Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“Never, Beloved, never.”

“Y/N it’s time to go!”

Tears immediately fill your eyes, “I don’t wanna go Uncle Clark”

“We have to go back to the farm. Grandma and Grandpa will be worried if we don’t head back soon”. Uncle Clark crouches down so he’s eye level with you.

The tears spill over, “I don’t want to leave my new friend. Damian said that we are gonna get married. If we are married, then you can’t separate us”.

“How dare you upset my Beloved” Damian snarls, taking a step in front of you. He whips out one of his swords, leveling it at Uncle Clark’s chest, he was ready to fight for you.

Everyone froze when Bruce let out a chuckle, “It seems like the children have taken a liking to each other. Why doesn’t Y/N come back to the Manor with me, the two can have a sleep over?”

You zoom over to Clark, “Please? Please? Please Uncle Clark?!?”

Uncle Clark looks like he’s in pain, “Alright, but just for tonight”.

At the conformation Bruce full on smiles, and Uncle Clark growls at the man, “This means nothing” Uncle Clark hisses. Bruce just shakes his head and leads the two young vigilantes to the Zeta tube.

once upon a potions class ♔ peter parker au

summary : the slow burn love story of hogwarts student peter parker and his (other) hufflepuff best friend, y/n y/l/n. 

author’s note : hahaha hi so no one asked for this but my heart yearned for it so here it is, hopefully gonna be a series bc i love hogwarts au peter xo

  If you want to get technical, really technical, it started in Potions class one fateful October afternoon, when the breeze of autumn swept over the castle grounds and the leaves were carried off the trees in a flurry of reds and oranges and yellows. The colors of the start of something, of a very endearing and otherwise unheard of beginning. In Peter’s eyes, however, it probably began much earlier than that, because it was already his fifth year at Hogwarts and he knows he knows he knows that he’s felt what he does for much longer than just an hour, a week, a month. 

    In actuality, the realization of such feelings was what really happened that day in class, not the start of the feelings themselves. The stunning realization that sent him staggering backward into Ned Leeds, tripping over his robes in a way that you had to find comical if you were standing there in the classroom when it happened, was what had truly transpired. Alas, that comes later. This is what comes before. 

   What comes before is Peter standing in the corridor where the Hufflepuff common room resides, just past the still life portrait that can lead a student to the kitchens if they approach it in the proper fashion. It’s the same with the barrels that lead into Ned’s common room- into your common room- but he refuses to even attempt to visit you in there ever since the great fourth year incident. Instead, he opts for lurking outside, awkwardly smiling at people who give him odd stares because he’s been out there for nearly fifteen minutes now and hasn’t moved an inch. He’s just waiting for Ned (and you, of course, but he’s rather reluctant to admit such a thing), which most fifth years know by now because you never really see one without the other, only at bedtime when they split up into their respective common rooms. 

   “Finally!” He throws his head back with a groan when Ned emerges from an old barrel that boasts a roomier common room than you’d expect. His friend has robes rumpled from crawling through the passageway and trailing behind him is you, your tie still dangling around your neck, undone as it usually is. “You two take forever, I swear. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be the self involved ones, at least a little bit.” Peter tugs on his red and gold tie jokingly, his eyes flickering toward you as you sloppily tied your own. He waved you over and you let out a relieved sigh. 

   “I overslept!” Ned replied. He smirked, just the smallest bit, when he saw Peter begin fixing your tie for you, something his Aunt May had taught him how to do when he had received his letter on his eleventh birthday. Peter tries his hardest not to notice the sunny smile you gave him when he finished up. Ned smugly notices Peter trying not to notice, and gives Peter a suggestive raise of the eyebrows when the Gryffindor looks toward his best friend. He rolls his eyes at Ned, which was expected, before shyly grinning back at you. “Anyways, how’s my favorite Gryffindor doing this morning?” 

   “Shitty,” Peter replied, taking a step away from you. His face is slightly pink at this point due to the close proximity of your face to his, but you barely notice. “We have Potions first, Ned, how d’you think I’m feeling?” Ned steps over, letting you walk next to Peter for a change just because he’s feeling a bit pushy, but not before lightly shoving Peter. His shoulder bumps against yours and he apologetically smiles at you. 

   “Aw, Potions isn’t that bad!” You reply, giving him a little nudge. “I for one find it quite entertaining and invigorating. My favorite class, probably.” Peter nudges you back, shaking his head. 

   “Every class is your favorite, it’s a wonder you’re not a Ravenclaw.” He breathes in for a second, the scent of your perfume dizzying in the best way possible, before he speaks again. “Anyways, you’re Slughorn’s favorite student to ever exist, besides, like, Harry freaking Potter and his mum.” 

   The comment makes your face heat up and you wrap one arm around Peter in a hug that would have been awkward if it were any other two people, considering you were trying your best to hurry down the corridor to avoid being late. “Shut up, Parker. That’s not true. And so what if I love my classes? I grew up in a Muggle household and I’m still soaking all this in.” You didn’t have to be at the very top of your classes to adore them profusely. 

   “She’s got a point,” Ned chimes in, slapping Peter on the back in that friendly, odd boy way. “Besides, Potions can’t possibly be bad when you have your favorite Hufflepuff, also known as Ned Leeds, sitting next to you the whole time.” 

   Peter laughed as you feigned offense at not being Peter’s favorite, but as he sighed out the sentence, “Yeah, favorite,” with a happy nod, his gaze lingered on you instead of Ned. The boys pushed you into the room first once the three of you arrived at the classroom in the dungeons, you were always a favorite among the teachers because of your sunny disposition and politeness in any situation. 

   “Professor! My apologies, the boys and I lost track of time preparing for today’s lesson,” you said, gliding into the room with usual grace as you gave Slughorn a smile. Peter felt his heart tug at the sight, but he took his usual seat behind you and beside Ned without thinking too much about it. 

   Slughorn gave his usual delighted, hearty laugh at your presence and an affectionate pat on your shoulder. “Not to worry, my dear! You’re a pleasure to have in class, as always.” You turn back toward Ned and Peter and give them a wink, because if it wasn’t for you they would’ve been in deep shit. 

   They were rarely ever on time for class, always oversleeping in the morning and losing track of time practicing different and somewhat ridiculous incantations down by the Black Lake or trying to summon the giant squid from beneath its depths. The teachers had a tendency to go on easy on Peter and Ned because Benjamin Parker had been a teacher up at the school not long before his passing, and they went even easier on the pair when  you were around. You were the levelheaded but inherently loyal addition to what made up an inseparable trio, and Peter was forever in awe of your choosing to be his friend, in awe of you in general, though the boy would refuse to admit such a preposterous thing if confronted directly.

   You were listening intently to Slughorn’s directions when Peter was thinking these things, interrupted only by Ned. He roughly shoved Peter’s leg with his own, ducking his head to whisper, “You missed your chance!” 

   Confused, Peter tilted his alongside him, “Chance for what?” To this, Ned let out an exasperated huff. 

   “I called myself your favorite Hufflepuff for a purpose!” He exclaimed in a voice barely able to qualify as a whisper the way he had intended. Ned then promptly hit Peter on the back of the head, continuing, “You were supposed to be all ‘Nah, Y/N’s my favorite badger actually,’ and then put your arm around her or something! It would’ve been perfect, you dolt.” 

    “What sort of script have you conjured up in your head and how am I supposed to know to follow it if I haven’t a copy?” Peter retorted, rubbing the back of his head where Ned had inflicted the injury just moments before. “And, just for the record, I never said I fancied her anyway. Which I don’t, by the way.” He didn’t. Definitely not. Never in a million years. 

   “You’re such a liar, everyone can see that you do.” Ned was, evidently, a horrid whisperer, because Slughorn was now making his way over to the pair, both boys straightening their backs and flashing the professor their most charming, scarily matching smiles. 

   “That’s not true,” Peter muttered out of the corner of his mouth before turning his attention back to Slughorn, who was standing over them with a stern expression on his typically enthusiastic face. Smiling sheepishly up at him, Peter took his quill out of the bag hanging off the back of his chair as well as a piece of parchment, dating the top of his paper. “Professor,” he greeted politely. 

  If you had heard Ned and Peter’s conversation, you gave no indication of it as you turned in your chair to watch your teacher begin his usual lecture, mostly directed at the boys sitting behind you with faces growing redder by the second. “Can either of you boys tell me what I was just saying to the rest of your class, or would you perhaps be more inclined to discuss what was so important with all of us instead?” 

   “Oh, well, um, see Professor, you were just talking about-” Peter began, prepared to ramble on for ten minutes until Slughorn took pity on him and moved on to another topic. 

   “Amortentia,” you mumble, so low that only Peter was able to detect it as you had your chin held in the palm of your hand and your lips barely moved as you spoke. 

   “I believe it was, um, Amortentia, sir?” Slughorn nods when the words are spoken, and Peter lets out a relieved little sigh when he moves on from his desk, turning back toward Ned. “Almost got me detention again, thanks.” Then, he leans forward to tap you on the shoulder, giving you that typical shy grin as he says, “And thank you for saving me from writing lines again.” He pauses. “You’re the best.”  

    “No, no, really, it’s not a big deal,” you reply, a half smile reflected down toward your lap instead of up at him as you spun back around to continue your attentive listening. 

   Ned, forever the type of best friend to relentlessly badger Peter to no end, kicked Peter under the desk again before scribbling on the piece of parchment that Peter had taken out of his bag in a worried frenzy with no intention of actually taking notes. You know what Amortentia is, don’t you? Peter glacned down at the note, then scribbled his own reply. A potion. He slid it over to Ned, who rolled his eyes. Love potion. Pay attention, Peter. I know you’re the chosen whatever but you need to study, too. 

   Peter ignored this, turning his back to Ned to listen to what Slughorn was now   saying to the remainder of the class. Ned had a point, even if hearing himself referred to as the chosen whatever caused Peter immense embarrassment. When he tuned into the lesson, finally, Slughorn was in the middle of his sentence. “-more of an infatuation, a dangerous one at that. It has a distinct scent to whomever comes across it, which is what makes it so appealing. Now, typically we wouldn’t be introducing this so early due to an incident over eleven years ago but, the lesson itself is important as well as entertaining!” The professor gave a delighted clap of his hands before gesturing toward the large cauldron in the front of the room. 

   Nearly every girl tilted on the heels of their school shoes, clamoring to get a look or a whiff, possibly both, of the potion that let out steam in distinctive spirals and glowed like a moonstone. Even you stood up a little straighter, craning your neck to see what it was. There was an odd sensation Peter felt stirring inside him when he thought of you associating a scent in that potion- a potion brewed with the intent of creating real love- with someone, a boy, a girl, anyone. 

   “I’ll go,” Peter heard you announce confidently, sliding out of your chair as you walked up to the cauldron. The rest of the class peered on intently, but none so intently as Peter, who was practically sitting atop the desk as he waited for you to speak. Chin in his hand, pout on his face as you waft the steam toward you. 

   “What do you smell?” Ned prompted loudly from beside Peter, earning a startlingly cold scowl from his friend. 

   “Give a girl a minute, would you?” You said, your eyes flicking toward your two boys before trailing back down to what was in front of you. 

   Ned put his hands up defensively, whispering to Peter, “I’m just trying to get her to admit that the object of her affection is you, you’re welcome.” 

   “Piss off, Ned.”

   Peter’s eyes rolled once again, nothing new to Ned, as he carefully observed the way you leaned your head down, eyes closing as you inhaled the potion deeply. When your eyes flew open abruptly as you stepped back from the potion, there was a split second, just a fleeting moment that passed as soon as it had occurred, where Peter thought that maybe you had looked at him. He had caught your gaze for barely a second, not long enough to register what had even happened. He wasn’t even sure if it was real, or if his overactive imagination was making him hallucinate the thing that might just make him the happiest he’s ever been. He lifted a hand in the air without thinking, saying, “So? What’d you smell, Y/N?” 

    “Um, well, it was just-” you scrambled away from the cauldron, shaking the messy, tangled and intrusive thoughts out of your brain because what you had smelled- well, it was nothing, wasn’t it? It wasn’t definite. Maybe it didn’t mean what Slughorn had implied. Maybe it didn’t mean that you were sort of, possibly- more than possibly, almost definitely- in love with… someone. A certain someone with big brown eyes and shy smiles and warm, all encompassing hugs that quite literally left you breathless when you pulled away from them. “Um, old book pages, flowers, apple pie and… um, cologne. No big deal, though,” you added hastily, sitting back in your chair for the remainder of the lesson and blatantly refusing to turn your back, even when Peter poked the back of your robes with his quill multiple times in a fruitless attempt to capture your attention. When class was indicated to be over, you were the first one out of the room, which was particularly unusual since you had a habit of hanging back afterwards to converse with whatever professor lingering in the classroom. Peter tried to call you, to wait, but you ignored him. 

   “What the hell was that about?” He asked Ned, still gathering his bearings. “She never jets off like that.” He neglected to mention that he wanted to see you off to your next class, but Ned had gathered that much already. 

   “Peter! You’re hopeless!” He exclaimed, grabbing the sleeve of Peter’s robes and lightly pushing him over to the cauldron. The room had been vacated by now, even by Slughorn, so it was simply the two of them in the room. Peter was most certainly going to be late to Care of Magical Creatures, but he knew Hagrid wouldn’t mind. He had a knack for the lesson, especially when it involved the mass amounts of spiders that weren’t quite supposed to be on the grounds. It was a secret between him and Hagrid, and so the groundskeeper doted on Peter. The boy was practically a genius himself, but he knew he was a Gryffindor through and through. “Before you’re late, just smell it. Please,” Ned almost shoves Peter headfirst into the potion. 

    To get his friend off his back, literally, Peter breathed in the scent, and there comes the aforementioned, stunning, ridiculously overdue realization that in all honesty should have transpired so much sooner than it had, now that Peter looks back on the situation. He did, in fact, jump away from the potion much in the manner of a skittish cat, stepping on the hem of his robes and falling over Ned, a hand running through his already awfully messy hair when he stood back up. “Oh, bloody fucking hell,” he breathes. Ned touches his fingers to his forehead with exasperation. “That’s… well that’s- that’s, you know, oh Merlin this is bad. This is so bad, Ned.” 

   It was the dizzying smell of your perfume that had greeted him through the swirls of steam, the flowery and lovely scent he had bought you for your fourteenth birthday because May had told him that some girls liked perfume, so he had gone out and purchased some with his savings despite having no clue what scent you’d like. But you had loved his gift, pecking him on the cheek in the middle of the Great Hall on the eve of your birthday and making him blush so hard he had to ask Professor McGonagall how to get rid of the color staining the place you kissed. You had worn it every day since without fail, even during the summer holidays when you hadn’t been able to see him. 

   Then, of course, because Peter can’t catch a break, the next scent was that of your shampoo. It was a smell he pretty much inhaled whenever he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace, which he did an awful lot for just your friend, a comforting scent that he remembered from the day he was thirteen years old and May had owled him at three in the morning with news of Uncle Ben’s death, when he had stood outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room with flushed cheeks and running tears and shaking hands that reached out for you instantly the moment you had appeared in front of him. 

   Peter slowly looked up at his best friend, his hands rubbing across his face. A part of him could hardly believe this was happening, but a different part of him knew he should have seen this coming. He should have felt the click sooner; the “Ned, why didn’t you tell me I fancied Y/N?” 

   Ned groaned. “Are you kidding me right now? I’ve been telling you since we were thirteen. ‘Bout time you noticed.” There was another groan, this time on Peter’s end, muffled by the way he held his head in his hands. 

   “This is the biggest predicament I’ve ever been in.” 

   “Bigger than the fact that you’ve been chosen to defeat a Dark Lord?”

   “Way bigger.”   

  And, to his fifteen year old brain that was muddled with the intricate thoughts of the way he felt for you, the way he had always felt for you, the way he would feel for you for eternity, it wasn’t the fact that he liked you that was the problem. It was the crushing weight what came hand in hand with the realization; the possibility that he was going to have to suffer through his love alone, with unrequited feelings hanging in the air. 

  If only he knew, right?

Dog Mom Life- Moments with You

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader and Tom have a hike with Tessa because the Reader is suggested exercise for their baby.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Tom as a Dad, cute fluffiness even a cloud could say awww 

Word Count: 1,000+

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this post! Don’t forget that requests are open \(^.^)/ I’m so thankful for all the support you guys give me c:


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    After your doctor’s visit two weeks ago for a check up. Tom and I have been going on daily walks on hiking trails.He has been home due to having a break from all the press and movies. Your doctor advised exercise and to be stress free. The two of you always brought along Tessa cause she loved the outdoors. Being around Tessa was a stress reliever itself. 


“Tom wait for me” I let out a huff making my way up the hill. Watching as Tom and Tess made there way up with ease. Tess tugging forward making Tom stumble a bit.


“S-sorry love, Tessa got too excited” he explains pulling her back and reaching for my hand grasping it. Pulling it up he kisses the top of my hand. A small smile appears on my face.


“Well look Tess we now have our whole family at our favorite spot” he grins leaning down. Rubbing her head he then turns to you with a grin on his face. Tom’s smile was as bright as the sun. His smile is the best thing to look at.


“It’s easy for you to say, at least you’re not carrying a little human” I say placing a hand on my stomach. Walking towards the ledge looking over the town. The fresh air making me feel at ease.

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You and him had been friends for years.

Your mothers were best friends throughout high school and college, so naturally you were around each other from birth. You’d seen each other through the good and bad. You were inseparable. He was your best friend, your first kiss (at 12 years old, you both just wanted to see what it felt like and decided to use each other), your other half. Him and you. You and him. That’s the way it always was.

You were often teased by other friends about your closeness with him. Constantly affectionate with one another; kissing cheeks or hugging waists. You never questioned it. He was familiar, comfortable. That’s the way it always was.

He was always magnetic, it came naturally to him. People just gravitated towards him. He was consistently pulled to you instead. You watched as your crowd of friends cheered him on while he chugged a beer. He glanced around and met your eyes, seeing you sitting at the bar with a full drink. Excusing himself from the crowd, he made his way over to you.

“Oi, love! Wut’re ya doing? Supposed to be getting drunk with me, yeh?”

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Tbh I’m shook over the fact that Clarke was all “you can’t shake my resolve I was ready to sacrifice my own MOTHER” and as soon as Roan threatens Bellamy again she breaks. Like, what a way to prove what they started (((continued))) with start with bellamy blake. Yeah she was ready to sacrifice her mom for this, but she’s not Clarke’s greatest weakness, is she?

The Only Exception (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,873

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen

A/N: So many of you were right on. But what’s the fallout now? PS - I had a lot of writer’s block, so I don’t know how I feel about this, but I had to push forward with the story or I’d end up abandoning it.

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How to Love Like Us (Ethan x Reader)

Description:  Ethan is asked to join his ex for a sit down video for a YouTube channel where they are instructed to ask each other about their relationship.  As they move through their conversation, travelling through the past, a question comes up that has yet to be discussed.  The response Ethan receives is one he never expected.

Word Count: 2,862

Warnings: Talk of depression. Language.

 A/N: This is based off of YouTube videos such as Hurt Bae and other couple one on one interviews with each other.  Thank you to @scuteedolans for encouraging me with writing this piece.  In this Ethan is about 20-21 years old.  I hope you enjoy it!


 Your POV:

It had been 6 months since I had last seen him.  I knew that we were about to enter the room at the same time to sit in those chairs, face to face, with nothing just a stack of questions and never-ending eye contact.  Sat in the center of a nearly empty room were two, tall director’s chairs set so that we would be across from each other.  A couple cameras were set up to record with the camera men standing behind them, just waiting for us to take our places.

I never thought that I would be in one of these “exes ask questions’ videos, but when I was told that Ethan was asked to do one, I felt like I at least owed it to him after the way we left off, so reluctantly I agreed to do it with him.

           “Y/n, are you ready?” I turned to face the producer who had set this whole thing up.  I’m sure my eyes were filled with fear and hesitancy.

           I took a deep breath and nodded my head.  Was I actually ready to face him?  Did I have enough time to prepare myself for what was to come?  I wasn’t told ahead of time what these questions were going to be.  It was obvious that there would be questions that would catch me off guard or would be ones that I didn’t want to answer, but I signed the form that I would be completely honest and open throughout the whole thing.

           “Is Ethan in place?” she said as she pressed the ear piece closer, waiting for the answer.  “Okay, perfect, let’s get ready.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, “You’re going to do great.  We can take breaks when needed and you don’t have to ask to get up.” Her hand gave me a quick squeeze.  “Do you need a tissue?” she handed it to me without waiting for my response.

           I looked at my feet the whole time I walked to my seat, too many thoughts racing through my mind for me to comprehend.  Once I was standing next to the chair, I looked up to meet Ethan’s eyes.  He looked at me with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat the same way it did the first time he ever looked at me.

           We both picked up the notecards from our seats before finally sitting down.  It took me a solid 30 seconds to adjust in my seat whereas it only took Ethan a moment to find a comfortable position.  He tapped his cards against his thigh to straighten them up, his eyes still trained on mine.

           “Would you like me to go first?” he asked quietly.

           “Yes, please.” My voice could hardly be heard. It was like my voice had caught up in my throat.

           “Okay.” He lifted the first card, reading it to himself before sharing it with me.  A small smile formed at the corner of his lips, “How did we first meet?” he placed the card at the back of the stack.

           I laugh a bit at the memory, “We were both at Best Buy.” He flashed a toothy smile, “You and Grayson were looking for a new camera while I was looking for a new lens.”

           “Grayson was doing all of the work while I was taking pictures of myself on each camera.” Ethan filled in the next part, shaking his head at himself.

           “You kept trying to take selfies with me in the background to make me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t work.” I added, thinking back to that day.  I had noticed Ethan moving from camera to camera, turning it toward his face and snapping picture after picture.

           “And you,” he pointed right at me, “finally posed for a picture.  You flipped me off in the background.” He broke out in a small fit of laughter.

           I nodded, “I did.  You deserved it.”

           “You’re right I did.” He paused before nodding at the cards in my hands.

           Flipping the top one over I read it aloud without taking a look for myself.  I figured that it would be a better idea to just get it out.  “Did I ever do anything that made you question whether we were supposed to be together or not?  If so, what was it?”  The question rolled off my tongue much easier than it would have if I had read it in my head first.

           A frown formed on his face, his eyebrows knitting together.  He was taking a while to respond and it was making me more nervous than it probably should have.  “Nothing you ever did made me question us being together.  You were everything I hoped for and more.”

           My lips tightened, folding in as I tried to fight back the emotions I was feeling.  He said it in such a light tone, but the hurt that was in his eyes made my heart want to explode.  I tried to find the words to respond with, but there it was like fireworks, response after response exploding in my mind but fizzling away all too soon.

           Before I could even say anything he read his next card, “If you could describe our sex life in 3 words, what would they be?” I was surprised at how well he held it together as he asked.  I knew that he wanted to explode with laughter by the playfulness in his eyes.

           I bit my lip to suppress my grin, “Amazing, loving, and…” I tapped my chin, “adventurous.” I absent mindedly played with a piece of hair that was brushing against my face.

           “Oooh, adventurous!” he wigged his eyebrows and shoulders at the same time.  I immediately hid my face in my hands, embarrassed yet amused by his response.  “Don’t be so shy!” he leaned forward and gently hit my leg with his cards.

           “I can’t help it!” I argued, pulling out my next card, “What’s your favorite memory of us?”

           “Oh I don’t even have to think about this one!” he clapped his hands together.  “My favorite memory is the time we went on the jet ski and I let you drive it for the first time ever.  It was only a minute in and you knocked us into the water!”

           “I was so excited!  Guess the excitement got the best of me.” I giggled like a school girl.

           He shook his head, laughing, “When we came up we realized that you flooded the engine somehow so we had to swim it back to shore which took like a half hour.”

           “Then we got to the dock and you refused to help me out until I admitted that it was all my fault.  So when you finally helped me out I pushed you back in.”

           “And you told me it was out of love.  And I just knew, that I couldn’t let you go that day. I’ve never felt the way you made me feel.” He laughed, throwing his head back.  “God, no one could love the way we loved.  No one knew how to love like us.”

           “We did have an epic love.” I admitted, wishing I could relive all the moments we shared.

           “Next question.  What was your first impression of me?” he raised an eyebrow.

           I shrugged, “That you were a goon.  A cute goon, but a goon none the less.”

           “You loved every bit of this!” he held his hands out as if to say, ‘look at me’.

           I shook my head, heat rising to my cheeks.  “Let’s move on.  Are you in a relationship now?” my chest tightened.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his answer, but the question had already been asked and there was no taking it back.

           “No.” he answered.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  “Are you?” he retorted.

           “That’s not your question to ask, it’s mine.” I raised my brows at him.

           “So you are.” He deadpanned.

           “No.  I haven’t talked to any other guy since you.  But it was my question to ask, so…” I made a childish face, placing the card at the back of the stack.

           He chuckled, “Always have to be sarcastic don’t you?”  I shrugged in response, “I miss your sarcasm.”  We both got silent.  He immediately looked down at his next card, “What was your favorite thing about me?

           “Your smile.” I responded.  “Your smile when you were excited, your smile when you were happy, your smile when I told a horrible joke, when we rode rollercoasters, when we were at comedy movies.  The way you smiled for me when I was sad and when I needed courage.  You’re smile whenever we were together.  I love your smile.”

           He purposely grinned from ear to ear.  He kept moving his head back and forth to make sure that I saw each angle of his infamous smile.  Of course I laughed because almost everything he does makes me feel an unexplainable joy that was unique to only him.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” Of course he had to pull on my heart strings a little more.  I was already feeling numerous different emotions and his actions and comments were only making those feelings stronger.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” I answered truthfully. Again we shared a moment of silence before moving on.  “What is the one thing you regret about our relationship or regret not doing during it?” I asked.  Why did these questions have to go so deep?

           His head turned to the side, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.  He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t get himself to turn to me.  I let him take his time; I didn’t want to rush him.  “I regret not telling you I loved you more.  You deserved more ‘I love yous’.  I wish I would have told you how much I love you every second of every day.”

           The tears finally started to well up in my eyes as he finally looked at me.  The Kleenex that had been sitting on my lap was now in my hands, ready to soak up any tears when they finally fell.  He had seen me cry enough already during the breakup, I didn’t want him to see me cry again.

           I pushed myself up from the chair, setting the cards down on the seat.  My feet carried me out of the view of the camera and off set.  Ethan didn’t follow me, he remained in his seat, his head turned back to the side again, only this time his eyes were focused on the floor. I could feel my heartrate picking up and my breathing going deeper than it had in the past 6 months.  My hands were covering my face as I took the time to collect myself.  It was a solid 3 minutes before I built up the courage to return to my seat.

           “Sorry for making you wait.” I mumbled as I returned to my position.

           He shrugged, “It’s okay, you needed a break. I didn’t mind.  I’ll always wait for you.”

           I tried to ignore his comment because there was only so much more I could take before I had a full on meltdown.  “It’s your turn.” I gestured towards the final card in his hand.

           “Oh, yeah.” He whispered.  “Okay, my last question is… Why did we break up?” his voice trailed off at the end.  “I don’t even know the answer to this question; you broke up with me and never told me why.” The curiosity in his voice was almost over shadowed by the pain.

           When we broke up there were so many things going on in my mind and when I made the decision I just left him with only a few words spoken and a thousand tears shed.  He deserved more than that but I was too much of a coward to tell him the reason.

           “I… I broke up with you because… I just…” I stuttered through my words.  I never thought the day would come where we would be sitting face to face with nowhere to run, and I would be forced to answer this question.  “I broke up with you because I wasn’t okay.  I was filled with a sadness that couldn’t be lifted.  It weighed heavy on my heart.  There were things that were going on in my life that I didn’t share with you because I know how easily worried you get.  I was just so sad.”

           “I could have helped you.  Why didn’t you tell me?  We could have worked through it together!” his voiced raised a bit but not too much.

           “Ethan…” I took a deep breath.  “Ethan, you were the only thing that could make me happy, but when you were gone my world got darker.  Do you know how scary that is?  How scary it is to know that you are depending on one person to bring happiness into your life?”

           “If you would have told me…”

           I cut him off, “If I would have told you that would have put pressure on you.  Pressure that you didn’t deserve.  I needed to learn to be okay on my own.  I can’t depend on someone all my life.  It was up to me to choose the path, it was up to me to choose recovery, and it was up to me to let you continue on your journey without me holding you back. There were many times I wanted to call you.  I wanted to tell you what was going on.  I wanted to ask you to rescue me.  But I had to be my own hero.”

           He ran his hand through his hair, a frazzled sigh leaving his mouth.  “What happened?” he whispered.

           “I was depressed.  At first I thought that there must have been something to trigger it, but there wasn’t. Sometimes people just get sad and there’s no explanation.  I started to pick apart everything in my life.  I wasn’t happy with the way I looked.  I was constantly searching for flaws on myself; it was almost an addiction for me.  I hated my job.  I chose to do what my parents wanted me to do.  I’m an accountant!  I fucking hate numbers!  I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to tell the stories built up in my imagination!  I wanted to tell our story!  And… I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.” Once I finished I took a deep breath.  I closed my eyes so that I could just breathe.  The silence allowed me to hear my own heartbeat, my pulse pounding in my head. I could hear Ethan’s breathing. It was a sweet rhythm that brought me peace faster than anyone else could.

           “You were always enough for me.” I felt his hand take mine in his.  “You are always going to be enough for me.”

           “But in my head I wasn’t even enough for myself.” I made eye contact with him.  “And I deserve to be enough for myself.”  I turned his hands over and traced the lines imprinted in them.

           “How do you feel now?” he asked, his eyes watching my fingers dance against his skin.

           I smiled, “These past 6 months I’ve been working on myself. A big part of it goes into my writing. I’m almost done with the first draft. I’m happier now.  It’s a work in progress, but there have been many successes.”

           “I’m happy that you’re feeling better and I’m happy you’re writing again.” He encouraged me, “I hope you continue to do so.”

           “I haven’t finished it quite yet…” I lifted my fingers from his hand, leaning back against the chair.  He leaned back as well, looking hurt that I pulled away.  “There’s one more question by the way.”

           “Hit me.” He said, tapping his hands against his legs.

           “It says… Do you still love me?” my hands tightened around the card.  “You don’t have to answer that.”

           He held up his hand, “I will always love you.  You were my world.”

           “And you were my world.”

           We sat there, eyes connected, voices off.  The workers dimmed the lights around us, leaving us in a peaceful darkness.  The cameras were turned off, all of the room was silent.  I stood up and Ethan mirrored my actions, our eyes still trained on each other’s.  He stepped forward, his hand sliding up my neck, delicately pulling me closer to him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine.  I could hear the shuffling of feet carrying the camera men away, leaving us two alone.

           “God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered.  I could feel his warm breath against my lips.

           “And I, you.” My fingers lifted and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

           “Please, come home.” I could feel his thumb moving in circles against my skin.

           “Okay.” I whispered, lifting my head a bit.

           “I told you.  I’d always wait for you.” He kissed me softly, whole heartedly, and gently. And although I never quit loving him, I somehow managed to fall even more in love.


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Chrysalism

/noun/ the peace of being indoors during a thunderstorm

Summary: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,644
Author’s Note: This story was on one of my old Tumblr writing accounts that I just deleted, but it was one of my favorite stories and didn’t want it to collect dust in my drive.

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You’ve always had an endless fascination with books and novels of various different shapes, sizes, and lengths. The way someone could paint an entirely different world with the mixture of just 26 letters, whisk the mind away from reality, stir emotions inside someone—emotions of laughter or sadness or one of complete contentment. The influence a simple novel could have on a person’s viewpoint has always fascinated you.

During your younger years, you would find yourself trekking to the nearest bookstore, if only to simply run your fingers along the spines of all the latest releases. You would open a random novel, just to skim the first sentence, allowing the words of a complete stranger to fill you with familiarity.

Not much has changed in the years following your childhood. Something about corner bookstores have always lured you with the promise of peace and quiet, an escape from the harsh reality you occupied yourself with. You constantly looked forward to the days you could run away and hide within the shelves of the shop, no matter rain or shine, sleet or snow, 30 pages of homework to get done during the night, you always made an effort to visit at least once or twice a week as soon as you entered college.

Today is no exception to the rule. With midterms rapidly approaching, you’re already drowning in papers, projects, and upcoming tests, the stress practically eating you alive. But still, instead of returning to your apartment, you find yourself turning down the familiar sidewalk in the opposite direction. The rain overhead is steadily pouring down today, serving as little warning bells that perhaps making the trip to the bookstore might not be the best option.

Judging from the gray clouds, it’s clear that the weather has other plans for the remainder of the day—the lightning that suddenly shoots across the sky is a clear indication of that—but you find yourself not minding much. The heels of your boots clash gently against the sidewalk, your hair curling slightly as the water comes in contact with it, but all those worries and annoyances dissipate off your skin like steam as the familiar shop comes into view. With the lights on inside, the place looks like a beacon of hope, allowing the smile to spread itself across your face as you quicken your pace to shoulder open the door.

The bell rings overhead as you gently shut the door close, running your hand through your hair quickly to rid some of the water trapped in your locks. After exchanging a smile with the familiar cashier at the counter, you make your way deeper in the store. Like usual, there isn’t anything in particular you’re seeking, but just being surrounded by text, aisles and aisles of hardcovers and paperbacks fills you with comfort.

You’re just starting the turn into contemporary novels, when one particular black, hardcover spine catches your attention, causing you to stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening with recognition as you distinctly remember this particular novel being one of the very few you’ve wanted in your own personal collection of books: John Green’s Looking For Alaska.

Your lips curl up into a smile, momentarily unfazed by the fact that the book had been placed on the highest shelf, towering a few inches above you, even as you stand on your tippy toes, even as your fingers barely manage to graze the book you want. It takes five times before you plant both feet firmly back on the ground with a gentle huff, considering the next movement to grab the book.

You’re just about to consider getting a running start between the two shelves, before a slightly amused voice cuts in through your concentration: “Need some help?”

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One of my favorite things about the k-pop fandom is that their could be a picture of an idol where their face is completely covered by a hat and face mask, and their will still be tags of exactly who it is, what day it was taken, and about how your dying because of how amazing they look

Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)

Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…

“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.

“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”

“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.

Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.

“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.

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Don't Mess with What is Mine(Jerome Valeska x Chubby Shy Reader)

Originally posted by bonniebird

Prompt: The reader and Jerome go to the club so Jerome can do business with some guys, while you walk around alone a guy is flirty with you and says inappropriate things to you, which doesn’t make Jerome react nicely.

Warning: Murder, mention of sex, I think some cursing.

Note: I love this little ginger asshole and would feel like a very protective boyfriend especially if his girlfriend was shy.


It really was a surprise to many of your friends and family when they found out you were dating Jerome Valeska. It was also a very big surprise to the public when the headline came out “PSYCHO CRIMINAL JEROME VALESKA MANAGES TO STEAL THE HEART OF SHY MRS. Y/L/N” You didn’t really mind being called the psycho’s girlfriend since you knew deep down Jerome was good. Also to many they said that you managed to make the maniac go soft but that theory was discarded very fast after Jerome went on a killing spree. But he was very sweet to you. God he loved you so much. He knew how shy you could be sometimes so he would always act so sweet around you. He really didn’t want to scare you off so he tried to be the best boyfriend there ever was.

Then on one Saturday afternoon, Jerome asked you if you would like to join him in going to the club with him since he had to do some business with some guys. He knew the club wasn’t really your scene but he wanted to ask you just incase. What really surprised him was when you agreed to join him in going.

So now it was later that night and you arrived at the club. Jerome accompanied you inside. One minute you walked in there was a lot of noise and people, which really wasn’t your favorite, but you still put on a smile on your face. That was something Jerome loved about you how you could make any situation, negative or not, positive. So when you were inside the club Jerome lead you to the guys he needed to talk to.

“Well hello Jerome. Who’s this lovely lady with you today. She is way to beautiful for you.” One guy spoke. His comment made you blush a little which Jerome noticed, and didn’t appreciate.

“This is y/n. My girlfriend, note MY girlfriend.” Jerome spat back.

“Don’t worry I won’t be stealing your girl. Now let’s get to business.”

Before Jerome started talking with the guys whispered in your ear “Hey doll there a booth in the back of the club, why don’t you go and save it for us ok? Then when I’m done here I can go buy a couple drinks. Would you like that.” You nodded and headed over to the booth Jerome was talking about. You took a seat at one side of the booth and shortly after a guy sat beside you.

“Hey sweetcheeks what’s your name.”

“My name is y/n and if you don’t mind I was saving that seat for my boyfriend.”

“Well I don’t see his name on it. Anyway how about you forget about your little boyfriend and let a real man show you a good time. I know exactly how to make a woman moan.” He moved closer into your face and moved his hand up your thigh.

“No-o thank you-u. Ummm I have to use the restroom if you excuse me.”

“Ok sweetheart don’t be too long.” he said winking at you. You quickly went to go find Jerome. The guy was lucky Jerome wasn’t there when he was flirting with you he would have been dead in five seconds flat. You spotted Jerome over at the bar ordering both of you drinks. You walked up next to him so quietly he didn’t even noticed. So you pulled on his sleeve to gain his attention.

“Oh hey sweetcheeks is everything ok?” Jerome asked. You shook your head and moved to whisper in his ear “After I sat in the booth, this guy just sat next to me. He started to flirt with me and made me feel really uncomfortable. Can we just leave?” You could see Jerome expression turned into a little jealous but mostly anger how dare someone make his sweet little y/n uncomfortable, that guy was going to pay.

“Yes of course doll we can leave but I have to use the restroom. Wait here a minute will you?” You nodded. Instead of heading to the bathroom Jerome headed over to the guy. When Jerome reached the booth he sat across from the guy. The guy was about to speak until Jerome interrupted. “So you’re the guy flirting with my girl. Let me just say it pal I don’t really appreciate it, you know. Hearing some lousy drunk idiot making an attempt to steal my girl isn’t the way I wanted to spend the night.”

“Oh so your the minx’s little boyfriend. Don’t worry she wasn’t interested. Well I might have persuaded her to come home with me, show her what sex is with a real man not some freak show like you, but sadly you showed up.” This guy knew exactly how to bush Jerome’s buttons. “Obviously you have had sex with her,” the guy leaned into the table. “tell me some tips, what makes her scream, what’s her favorite position?”

“Alright you asshole, stop talking about my girlfriend like that, she’s mine and if you make one more comment, your dead.” Jerome pulled out a knife hiding it under the table so the guy couldn’t see it.

“Oh sure what are you going to do.” That was the last straw. Jerome walked out of his seat and came right in the guy’s face, the knife facing his neck.

“This should teach you not to mess with things that are mine.” That being said Jerome stabbed the neck right into the guy’s neck. Before anyone noticed the scene Jerome walked over to you. “Alright I’m ready to go.” he said and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Thanks.” you whispered into his ear, while pecking his cheek softly, making him blush a bit. As you moved your head away from his face, you flicked your eyes over to the booth in the corner so he knew what you were talking about.

“Anytime, doll. Now let’s go home.” After he said that you both headed home, hands intertwined.

Originally posted by thelllina