Eddie Definitely Calls Steve ‘pretty Boy’ One Day Out Of The Blue Before They Start Dating And Steve

rewatching lotr, and rewatched the hobbit trilogy like 2 weeks ago, and i must say. i love this franchise for all its “i knew a guy who knew a guy” relations. like to give just one example, gimli presumes for a second, like the whole fellowship, that frodo got injured by the cave troll in moria. but he’s actually just fine! because frodo just happens to be gimli’s dad’s boss’s situationship’s nephew, and therefore has the mithril shirt that gimli’s dad’s boss gave to his situationship right before gimli’s dad’s boss led the company to battle against, among others, legolas’s dad. legolas’s old situationship from like last year (60 years ago) was also there and chose, get this, gimli’s dad’s boss’s nephew over him. i love yall

a red dress

pairing: draco malfoy x muggleborn! female reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none i think? tell me if there is because i’m stupid

plot: During the Yule Ball, Draco could care less about Pansy, his eyes are glued to someone else.

A/N: this is the first thing i ever wrote for this account, the more you know

He laughs at something Pansy said, hoping it was an appropriate time. He was standing in a small group of Slytherins, all pure-blood, of course. Despite his loud group that was gaining attention from everyone, Draco could feel his attention drifting from the group towards her, (y/n).

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SUGA MUSTVE CRIED SEEING IT

edit: added this panel from ch 292

Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

You and Yoongi play basketball together, late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up, but now you do nearly every day. You gather with the others at the edge of the court when the street lights turn on. Maybe it’s just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody-two-shoes alike, pros and newbies at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious and no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes and playful feuds. 

One night when a regular named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based on who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

You’re always the last two to leave the court at night, sometimes just before the lights shut off at midnight, sometimes you have to hop the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock up. You joke that he might have a vendetta against your group- you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he grumbles about leaving early. 

And on the nights where strangers lean in- when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should. When there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home.

You try reserving your impression until you know him better. But the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. 

Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful around him. The others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. 

You realize this when he stats to walk you home. No one messes with him, the other gangbangers on the street don’t catcall you when yoongi walks you home. Shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. 

Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute, charming even, and he’s nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says (and he’s not wrong- it isn’t.) he tries to get you to stay home each night or tries to guilt you into only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone. but the way he looks at you- guarded but curious and with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, makes you think that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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how would dabi be like as a boyfriend?

character: dabi

genre: fluff, tiny bit of spiced up content

note: ok so no one really requested this, but this is what i sent in to apply as an admin here, so enjoy some dabi material! 

–– medusa.

in general

– honestly, it would be rare for him to even be fully interested in anyone given his affiliation to the league

– all his life, he’s known of temporary things and people

– until, that is, he meets you

– at first, he thinks you’re temporary, that you would eventually leave at one point

– at the beginning of your relationship, he’s quite distant???

– like, he’s there but not there at the same time

– if that makes sense

– he keeps his distance

– not only because he isn’t quite used to the idea of romance

– but also because he’s scared, which he denies even to himself

– how could someone like him be with someone like you?

– the fact that he has someone worth losing scares him to the bone

– it takes him awhile to fully grasp the fact that you love him genuinely

– by awhile i mean a few months

– but yes, once he gets over his initial doubts of himself with constant assurance, you can bet your ass he’s going to be on you

– he’ll gradually start opening up by his own pace

– you’ll finally feel his presence

– little by little, he starts showing affection through subtle touches

– like intertwining your fingers with his

– and soothingly rubbing the knuckles of your hand with his calloused touch

– leaving small and warm pecks on your cheeks

– even starts affirming his love for you behind closed doors

– but not too much on the daily because that isn’t his style

– he doesn’t care if you’re in public or not,

– he’ll have his arm around you

– you’re his and he’s finally accepted that

– you’ve brought him out of his shell and now he’s out to show you off

– will probably earn grimaces from how touchy he is

– but what can he do? he’s completely whipped

cuddles

– this burnt piece of bacon is weak for cuddles

– he’ll never admit to it, but the way you curl up against him drives him crazy

– or the way your fingers fill the gaps between his own is an instant dart to the heart 

– because?? he’s feared as a villain and you’re there clinging onto his side???

– is constantly tired

– will probably sling an arm around your waist lazily and just pull you to him on the couch

– likes it when you’re fully pressed against his chest

– he’s touchy and his hand slips accidentally

– grabs your ass sometimes

– loves sniffing your hair

– like running his fingers through your hair and just inhaling your scent because he adores you that much

– he will bury his nose into the crook of your neck only to take a huge whiff of your scent

– and will just have this unnoticeable but dumb smile on his face

– he’s soft for you but he doesn’t want you to know it

– doesn’t mind being the smaller spoon honestly

– if anything, it makes dabi feel wanted and needed

– physical touch is one of the few things he is absolutely weak for

– draw tiny patterns on his skin, run your fingers through his hair, trace out the structure of his face

– heck, caress his scars and staples

– he’ll melt

– so yes, expect lots of cuddles in private or in public

– this burnt man needs some love

kisses

– oh man

– it’s make-outs on the daily

– whether its lazy and sloppy or heated and passionate, it’s a daily occurrence

– the type to start out completely sugary until his tongue decides to add up to it

– was never the type to kiss anyone in public until you showed up in his life

– he thrives for showing you off

– which means, yes, making out even in public

– does he care? 

– no

– the type to grab your face and kiss you square on the lips

– the league is absolutely disgusted

– but also amused because who would have thought 

– again, his hands slip

– if you decide to tease him by refusing his tongue of access to yours, he won’t hesitate to squeeze your ass

– oh and he’s a sucker for jaw kisses

– pepper his jaw with kisses and you have him on his knees

– kiss his scars? 

– you got yourself a ring on that finger of yours

overall

– it takes time to earn his trust

– it’ll take months as mentioned, but it’s totally worth it

– his doubts never end though

– he’ll never admit to being scared of having someone worth losing

– but he will put effort

– love is one of the few things he was stripped off of

– but with someone who brings good to his once lonely life, expect this starved man to give his entirety to you

– he’s devoted like that

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  500 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL  ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Word was an extravagant thing. It was a symbol of communication, a piece of linguistic form with various element. Used to express bazillion of human emotion such as; joy, agony, discomfort, rage, and love.

In here, I am going to show you a various range of words that I found fascinating. Either it could bring you joy, or maybe sorrow. I hope you will enjoy this little journey of words with me.

MASTERLIST

─────────ೋღ  Eccedentiast ღೋ─────────

(n.) someone who fakes a smile, when all they want to do is cry, disappear or die

─────────ೋღ Saudade ღೋ─────────

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

─────────ೋღ Ilunga ღೋ─────────

(n.) a person who will forgive anything the first time, tolerate in the second time, but never at the third time 

─────────ೋღ Elegiac ღೋ─────────

(adj.) expressing sadness, especially because someone has died or because something no longer exist 

─────────ೋღ Anagapesis ღೋ─────────

(n.) no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved 

─────────ೋღ Querencia ღೋ─────────

(n.) a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are most authentic self 

─────────ೋღ Epiphany — Part 2 ღೋ─────────

(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you

─────────ೋღ Balter ღೋ─────────

(v.) to dance artlessly, without particular graze or skill but usually with enjoyment 

─────────ೋღ Caim ღೋ─────────

(n.) an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with a hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest time

─────────ೋღ Agape ღೋ─────────

(n.) the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persist no matter the circumstances. Always giving and devotes total commitment to seek the highest and the best.

(Dabi's and Y/n's son): So I got detention today.

Y/n: How?

(Son's name): The teacher pointed a ruler at me and said, "There's an idiot at the end of this ruler."

(Son's name): Then I asked which end.

Dabi, tearing up: I'm so proud of you.