[crying continues]

“Mr. Stark”, the nurse gently prompts, “would you like to hold your daughter?”

Daughter. The word doesn’t compute.Tony stares in awe at the squirming bundle in the nurses arms. He manages a semblance of a nod, and the nurse guides his hands, placing one hand under the infants head, while the other supports the body. The infant’s tiny, fitting in just two hands, except for two small dangling feet. The baby continues to cry, a shrill but strangely beautiful sound that turns her skin a rosy pink. 

Daughter. He had a daughter. This was his daughter. He was her father. At that moment Tony’s life seemed to click into place.

The reason why he had made it out of that cave in Afghanistan, the reason why he been kept alive for this long, was because all along he was meant to create this tiny, beautiful, human being. Being Iron Man, and everything else he had ever done in his lifetime had been insignificant in comparison to this moment.

“Hey”, Tony cooed, a fresh stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. In Tony’s arms her crying gradually begins to cease, and two unfocused, but curious brown eyes move about towards him. 

Only a few minutes of life and Tony found himself instantly overwhelmed by the love he felt for this tiny being. Never before had he loved someone so willingly, so selflessly, so completely, and just for the mere act of existing.

“I’m your daddy”, he murmurs to her, a sense of awe in his tone. “I’m your daddy”, he repeats, allowing the gravity of that sentence to slowly sink in. He releases a puff of air in loose resemble to a laugh, and he’s madly grinning amid the downpour of tears.

Tony silently vowed to spend the remainder of his life ensuring his daughter’s safety and happiness. The world, the galaxy, his whole life be damned! At last Tony Stark had found his purpose. 

He was meant to be her father.

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The The Adventure Zone Lady Zone, Day Five: Angst! Julia did die, her husband did live.

(continuation of this! those tags killed me, thank you @sickburnsides )

i think a lot about how kaz brekker, this monster, this bastard of the barrel, this crook with dirtyhands…offered to give himself up to let everyone else go free. the odds would have been stacked against him yet he stubbornly stood by his choice and said, “i’m giving you a way out. take it.” i want to cry, this boy, he was e x p o s e d in crooked kingdom. coldhearted my ass.

10

You may think what you want of me. I will draw comfort in the knowledge that you’re alive to think it.

good luck leading your team to victory, captain (and happy birthday)

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

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jtv appreciation week: Day 1 → favorite character

Dear Jane,

First, sorry for being goofy in the priest’s office. I was just nervous because I was scared about writing something for you, a writer. And I’ve been thinking about what to say. Which got me thinking how lucky I was to have met you at all, and all the small twists of fate that led me to you in the first place. And how, in a way, our destiny was just a series of detours bringing us back to each other, again and again. A twist of fate… The night we met, that’s what it felt like. I wasn’t even supposed to be working. I’d picked up a shift for my buddy whose kid was playing in a recital. And then, I was technically off, but I took a detour and stopped for a burger a few blocks away. I was heading back to the precinct when I got called in for a noise complaint near me. If not for that recital, and that burger, I might not have ended up on the doorstep of a drunk 21-year-old girl. It’s not just a series of coincidences. It’s destiny. And I never doubted you were mine. And never doubt that all I want, forever and always, is for you to be happy.

anonymous asked:

Hi! My names Ash and I got diagnosed with glioblastoma about a year ago! But I'm in remission now which is great! Anyway I'm telling you this cuz I started following askmarshandbroflovski roughly around when I got diagnosed and fell in love with you craig! I'm glad you're doing-and looking better! You helped me through a lot by being so strong! I was wondering if I could get a happy belated Valentine's from you? I was sick on Valentine's Day, which is why I'm late, but it'd mean the world to me!

CRAIG:
CRAIG: Yeah, yeah- wow.
CRAIG: Of course, um. This like, means a lot, actually.
CRAIG: That just. I’m glad you’re doing better, I’m really glad.
CRAIG: That’s awesome.
CRAIG: Happy Valentine’s Day, man.

  • Keith: * infiltrates a Galran colony * Okay, Allura.. I'm in.. What now?
  • Allura: You need to get to their headquarters to shut them down!
  • Keith: * hears a cry *
  • Allura: Keith are you there? Keith!
  • Keith: * sees an abandoned Galra child *
  • Keith: * puts away his Bayard * Hey little guy...
  • Galra child: * backs away sniffling *
  • Keith: No.. No.. Its okay... *crouched down* Are you lost? Where are your parents.
  • Galra child: * continues to cry *
  • Keith: * picks up the child * Where are your parents?
  • Galra child: * shakes his head *
  • Keith: You dont have any?
  • Galra child: * nods his head *
  • Keith: You can't be in a place like this... You're coming with me, alright...?
  • Galra child: * nods *
  • Keith: Do you have a name?
  • Galra child: * shakes his head *
  • Keith: Hmm... How about I give you a name?
  • Galra child: * his eyes light up and his ears perk up *
  • Keith: * chuckles * How about Takashi?
  • Galra child: * smiles *
  • Keith: You like it, huh?
  • Galra child: * nods *
  • Keith: Haha... So do I...

i’m a bad person
i’m a bad person
i’m a bad person