AND I CRIED AND I WAS IN THE BATH

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.

so i work at lush and the most famous person i’ve served so far is adele. one day i’m just standing there moving some bubble bars and pretending to look busy when suddenly this lady comes in with her child. i think “she looks like adele if adele didn’t wear make up” whilst i go over to greet her. she asks me what a bath bomb is. i think “hmm, she is very unexpectedly cockney, like adele.” halfway through my description of bath bombs i realise holy fuck it’s actually adele, and i end up saying “so these are bath bombs, you drop them in the water mnnnnnnand theychangecolour n fizz…..do stuff……..” and i think she realises i suddenly know who she is because she gently but firmly tells her son to pick a bomb. she gets some for herself as well. i put her through the till and i realise she looks very tired, so i don’t want to bother her, but holy fucking shit this is adele. i’ve ugly cried so many times while warbling her beautiful songs. she’s unwittingly been there through some bad times for me. i want to say something but i’m not sure what, so i fixate on her bright woolly vest and blurt out “i like your vest!” and she immediately replies, very chipper, “aw fanks it makes me look like a rare bird!” she departs and i stand there shaking while i whisper to my colleague that that was adele. this reaches the back of the shop where a birthday party for a bunch of 14 year olds is going on and my 19 year old colleague just shrieks “WHAT” at the top of his voice. all the girls clamour asking if we have security cameras to prove it actually was her and i’m like, the proof is that i have suddenly become 10 times emotionally stronger after being in her presence. i have absorbed her self love and all of my exes have crumbled into dust, dissolving away like the bath bomb she’ll be using later on that very night

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Please someone, tell me to stop. I need to stop… I love this dorky family so much. And I have a serious thing for family bath stuff (ever since watching My neighborTotoro) Also I was looking for a reason to draw Shiro’s muscles… there’s something wrong with me… my heart hurts… *cries on the floor*

Also I doubt Shiro’s arm detaches easily, but I thought it would be cool to have him be able to take it off from time to time…omnonommnoomomnnnddfff-

Anyways. Otabek and Yurio doing a video call, Otabek says something funny and Yurio laugh until he hear something, it was the sound of someone taking screenshorts then he looks at Otabek and ask “It was you? You took a screenshort of what?”, Beka reply with only “nothing really” but in fact the screenshort file in his galery is full of screenshorts pf Yurio laughing and smiling in this and another video calls they did

Ben’s Fear

Growing up, it was common knowledge that my cousin was afraid of seaweed. Naturally, we terrorized him with it. Pieces in his bed, pieces in his shoes, and my favorite: pieces in his bathing suit. Every time, we were guaranteed a scream and a scramble as he tried to get the seaweed away from his delicate self.

Nothing, though, compared to what we’d do to him at the beach.

I’ll fully admit that we were bullies back then. We didn’t know what we did was wrong; we just thought it was funny. And since Ben laughed it off at the end, even if he’d cried while it was happening, we thought it was okay to continue. Kids will be kids, right?

I was the oldest, and therefore the biggest. Ben was always really skinny and small. I could manhandle him pretty effortlessly. I’d dunk him underwater, I’d toss him around; all that. But I’d also hold him still as my other cousins draped him with seaweed.

Oh, how he’d scream.

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anonymous asked:

Hhhmmm...I'm just imagining the DAI companions reacting to a Teenage Inquisitor being kidnapped and how they were rescued (lol, just read the one where the DAI companions reactions to a normal age Inquisitor being captured, so I'm curious). Keep up the good work! Both you and Mod Sarah are awesome!

Cassandra: Maker help anyone who gets in her way. Provided she knows where they are, she’ll kill anyone she finds where they’re being held. No one can stop her. When she finds the shaken but very much alive Inquisitor, she pulls them up and looks them over for injuries, then just stands, hands on their shoulders, and staring at them. Finally, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank the Maker you’re alright…”

Blackwall: He blames himself; he thinks maybe if he had been more vigilant, this wouldn’t have happened. He throws himself into battle to save them with no reservation, and comes out of the fray more battered than the Inquisitor is. Even so, he rushes up to them and frees them. “Are you alright?” he asks repeatedly. “Maker’s tits, you gave us all a heart attack! You’re absolutely sure you’re okay?”

Iron Bull: Death and destruction befalls whoever took the Herald. A trail of corpses is left in his wake as he hurries to rescue the Inquisitor. Once he finds them, they peer up at him, covered in blood, but all he does is grin broadly, pick them up, and pull them into a rib-crushing hug. They groan and might complain about the blood, but he just grins toothily. “Glad to see you’re alright, Imekari.”

Sera: She throws an absolute shit-fit when she finds out, and when she finds out where they are, she grabs anyone she can and heads out immediately. Arrows upon arrows fly through the kidnappers. As soon as she sees the Inquisitor, battered but alive and intact, she practically pounces on them with a hug. “Don’t scare me like that again. Please.” she demands.

Varric: He’s encountered kidnapping and hostage situations before, and they’re among his least favorite problems to handle, especially when the Inquisitor is the one taken. It’s a situation he knows well enough that the best thing to do is remain calm and plan carefully how to approach the situation, and with the others, fights his way through to them and rescues them. He checks them over before finally patting them on the back and offering a reassuring smile. “We’re here; you’re safe now. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Cole: He knows where they are, and he knows who did it. He moves quickly and silently, appearing out of nowhere and stabbing whoever is in the way, and he follows the Inquisitor’s fears right to them. He feels their relief at the sight of him, and he smiles, daggers dripping blood, a man gargling on his own blood on the ground behind him. “You’re safe now. I’m happy to see you, too.” he greets cheerfully.

Dorian: The man insists on going with whichever companions head out to rescue them, and fights dirty and with little restraint. The whole time, his mind and heart are overtaken with worry and fear, and he takes it out in the form of risen kidnappers turning upon their own fellows. When he finds the Herald, he runs to them, helping them up, looking them over to ensure they’re not seriously hurt, before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and smiling at them, fighting back tears. “Come along, now,” he urges gently, “let’s get you out of this dreadful place.”

Solas: His heart clenches in fear, and as soon as he knows where they are, he takes off without waiting for the others. The Inquisitor, the da’len, is his responsibility, bearing his mark, and he would not tolerate anyone threatening them or endangering them. The Herald is somewhat startled by the calmness with which he kills all of the kidnappers, as if it is but a chore. His heart lifts at the sight of them. “Da’len,” he greets quietly, “are you harmed?”

Vivienne: Like Leliana, she handles it calmly, hiding whatever worry bubbles inside away. Cole may try to bring it up, but she shuts him down quickly and keeps working. A trail of frozen corpses is left in her wake as she approaches the Inquisitor. “My dear, were you hurt?” she asks as she begins examining them, healing any wounds she finds. They say no, and she lets out a quiet breath as she escorts them out, promising them a warm meal and a hot bath to soothe their nerves.

Leliana: The Inquisitor is back within a few hours, escorted by Leliana’s agents, and they’re battered and wide-eyed and shaken, but alive. She smiles calmly as they come back into Skyhold, and comes to visit them. “Welcome back,” she greets, “I trust my agents got you out in a timely fashion?”

Josephine: She panics the most. In spite of Leliana’s reassurances that her agents are on the case and that they’ll be back within a few hours, she finds it difficult to work. All of her terrified thoughts go to the Inquisitor. As soon as the Herald arrives back in Skyhold, she bolts out of her office to meet them, pulling them into a hug if they allow it. “I was worried sick!” she cries. “Are you alright? Do you need anything? Food? A warm bath? Did they hurt you? Let me help you however I can!”

Cullen: His reaction is to send about a hundred soldiers to rescue them. Leliana has to talk him down, saying that a subtle– and stealthy– hand was needed for this, lest the kidnappers see his forces coming and take off with the Herald in tow. He grouchily and reluctantly relents, though he has some soldiers hang back as backup. He can be see pacing the battlements, waiting for their return. He runs to meet them as soon as they appear in sight.

Baby in the Tower

A Wattpad request. I do not own any of the Avengers or Bucky. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: brief mentions of death, fluff

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

“Hey,” Bucky’s soft voice made you look up. You were certain your eyes were bright red from all the crying you’d been doing. “You okay?” You shook your head and broke down in sobs again. Bucky got down on the floor next to you and wrapped his flesh arm around you. “It’ll be okay.” You nodded and leaned closer to him. You and Bucky had gotten really close since you were hired as a doctor by S.H.I.E.L.D. It was one less thing for Bruce to worry about.

               After crying for what seemed like days, you pulled away from Bucky and stood up. “I have to go pack. The funeral is in a couple of days. Try not to break yourself while I’m gone.” Bucky let out a soft chuckle at your attempt at humor. He watched you walk toward you room and sighed. He’d never seen you so down before. Then again, he imagined that’s how anyone would act if they just got news their sibling died. He just hoped you’d be okay.

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Today, I fucked up... by taking a bath with my girlfriend

Obligatory this happened two months ago

My girlfriend and I were sick and congested. We were sitting on the couch and she said she was going to take a bath and put in eucalyptus oil and peppermint oil.

She then asked me if I wanted to join. Sure, laying in a hot bath sounded really nice. She went downstairs to grab our towels and I started the bath. As I put the oils in, I yelled asking how much I should put in. I got the answer of only a little bit.

Apparently our definitions of a little bit are different. I don’t know if you know how strong peppermint oil is, but i should be able to paint a picture.

As we climbed in the hot bath, I realized that my asshole was starting to feel like an ice cube was getting shoved up it.

In my congested, mentally drained from illness mind, I said “Hey babe, hot water rises right?”

Right away she looked back at me and screamed “How much fucking peppermint oil did you put in?!”

I said I turned it upside down and maybe like 10 drops got out.

So we jumped out, body covered in water with peppermint. It burned like icy hot. My balls were on fire. My girlfriend starts crying from the pain, and is screaming. I’m in the fetal position trying to wipe water off my balls.

I then get the idea of jumping in the shower and seeing if getting the peppermint off of me was possible. NOPE. Makes it much worse.

Fast forward ten minutes, we are curled up on the couch both covered in multiple blankets trying to get warm. It wears off on my girlfriend and she says she just feels numb, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Takes me an extra 15 minutes for it to stop hurting.

The heat from the blankets warmed me, but I felt like I had ice under my skin.

Half an hour later, it went away.

And that’s why I’m not allowed to draw our baths anymore.

Tl;dr: girlfriend and I are sick. Decide to take bath. I put enough peppermint oil in bath. My girlfriend and I get it seeping into our pores. Has the effect of icy hot. Balls and asshole are in pain. Girlfriend cries, we have to wait out the pain.

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hey!! so a lot of you were asking about the day and night universe and how stuff works there and i tried to think of something less half-assed and seriously thought this through. and i would like to warn you if you were expecting some kind of science related explanation or something cries i deeply apologize


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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

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You woke up to the feeling of the breeze blowing over your body and stretched out on the bed to find yourself alone. Sitting up and fighting your hair out of your face, you could see the top of Harry’s head over the back of one of the lounge chairs on your small deck through one of the blowing curtains. 

Pulling on a tank top over your thong, you meandered in his direction and walked around the seat to see him sitting with his legs crossed, swim trunks on, and sunglasses perched on his nose. When he noticed you, he smiled widely and closed his journal, tossing it onto the chair beside him and reaching his arms out as you sunk down next to him and curled up at his side.

“Good morning angel,” he mumbled against your hair, wrapped his arms around you as you both watched the sun continue to rise. “Sleep well?”

“I drank a lot last night,” you mumbled.

“You did,” Harry chuckled, “But you had a great time and learned many new dance moves.”

You both sat there quiet as Harry ran his fingers through your hair and you played with the end of his swim trunks, just watching as the sun shone brightly from behind your sunglasses. 

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Jack and Mark’s Demons

Alright, Dark and Anti theory time!

(Just giving you a heads up, it’s a bit long so thank you in advance if you take your time to read this!)

So, we all know about Antisepticeye and Darkiplier, right? (well, obviously ahah). Ok I’ve been thinking. What if @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier sold their souls to demons for the fame and subs?

So it’d be like “hey so I sell you my soul and in exchange you make me YouTube famous and give me a lot of subs, how bout dah” and the demons would be like “yeah man, I gotcha, but in exchange you’ll let me take over your body once in a while, and no one would even notice because I would act the same way as you, it’s just that I can have a little freedom every now and then” and Jack and Mark would agree on those terms.

So, that’s what happened. They made the contract, gained their subs and fame and in exchange they would let the demons take their body occasionally as we can see on some of Jack’s videos such as Split personalities| reading your comments #47, and I think it’s safe to say kill or be killed| undertale #9  (and other undertale videos) when Jack did Flowey’s voice, or Mark’s videos such as Don’t Blink and don’t move, amongst others. 

Obviously, the demons did an amazing job at pretending to be Mark and Jack as we all caught on that something wasn’t right. In fear of being exposed, they shut out their demons and carried on with their normal lives. After all they already had a good fan base so even if the demons abandoned them, they could carry on gaining subs just by themselves, without supernatural help. 

This, obviously wasn’t well thought by Jack and Mark. If there’s one thing I know from basic knowledge and research and the Supernatural series (pfft) is that, if you mess with the supernatural, you’re fucked. These two shut out the demons they made a contract with. Obviously that pissed them off. After all the things they did for Jack and Mark, after all the subs and fame, this is how they treat them? That’s not fair! So, they started working on ways to get back at them for betraying them. They both worked towards a simple goal. Hurt their humans in the worst way possible for them.

For Jack, losing his voice, the thing that makes him stand out the most from other youtubers, would be the worst thing that could happen to him. Not being able to talk would be torture (and we all know Jack loves to ramble, he can pull a 20 minutes’ video out of his ass just by talking about pineapple pizza!), and he would lose his subs and fame and everything he worked on. So what did Anti do? He sliced Jack’s throat. He took Jack’s voice away so he could take over his body again. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why Anti’s voice is so glitchy now. In the past, you could understand him just fine (in the split personalities video and the undertale videos), but now you can’t understand him that well and that’s because he ruined jack’s most valuable thing about himself, even if it was temporary, or a symbolic thing. But the wound is open now and Anti can take over Jack’s body more easily again. Another proof? Jack got sick after is Pax panel 2017. What happened in his panel? Anti made an appearance. What was the most affected thing when jack got sick after that? His voice.

For Mark, hurting the ones he loves the most would be the worst thing ever. We all know how Mark is so caring about his fans, you can see that every time he cries for us, those tears are real. And Dark knows it. He knows we’re his weakness. At first, he tried to hurt Mark, as we can see on the video Relax. But I have the feeling Mark is one of those people who would rather be the one to get hurt to protect the other person. So Dark decided it would be useless to hurt Mark. Specially since he already hurts and tortures himself every time he does something like the ice bath challenge ahahah, I can just picture Dark facepalming while watching Mark doing these kinds of videos. anyway, Dark decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The perfect opportunity to finally be able to hurt the ones Mark loves. And when did that happen? On valentine’s day. The day you spend with someone you really care about. It was the perfect timing to attack. And that’s what Dark did. Not only would he get to hurt and mentally torture us but he would get to do the same things to Mark. Dark threatened usI can specially take you to the places where you don’t want to go”/ “THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!”/ you’re never, ever going to escape me, and mentally tortured us by

1)      Putting us on a loop every time we chose the “Exit” option, which would drive us crazy since we were the only ones aware of the fact that this was a never-ending loop of either watching Mark dig the floor with a damn spoon  -____- or us being attacked by the crazy cook every time we wanted to escape;

2)      Making us choose which Mark to kill and the fear of killing the wrong one (I don’t know about you guys but when it came to the time of choosing which Mark to kill, it gave me anxiety xD)

And as for Mark, not only was he tortured as well, by watching us go through all that, he was also killed and more than once! Killed and brought back to life multiple times can’t be good for you.

The reason Anti and Dark had different approaches to Jack and Mark was because they’re different types of demons. Different types of demons for different types of people. 

This was Antisepticeye and Darkiplier’s way of showing Jack and Mark they can’t back down on a deal made with demons.

Now that we know about their existence, ţ̶̜̫̝̽h̴̟̱̳̬͒̌̈͛͑̅͘ȩ̷͕̘͕̦̋͋̐̉͛r̵͉̭͂e̶͕̮̘̍͐́͒͑̆̊'̸̼͎̋̽̊̀̾̉̅ͅŝ̵̛̹͕̻̳̰̂ ̷͔͇̱̜̣̉ͅͅn̷̛̹̺̆̇́ȯ̷͖́̋̚͠ ̶̢̡̰̤̘̮̋̽̓̉p̶̛͕͉̯͙̈́̌ö̸̤̺́͑͊̈́̓̕͜i̴̗͚̦̥̳͍̋̓̽͊͊̓͠n̶̡̢̢͈̹̹̿̅̑͝ṱ̵̛͕̳͎̾̌͘ ̸̢͉̳̫̣̜͇̐͗̏̆́̌͠i̴̢̩̙̣̫̽͊̕n̷̙̞̄̏̀͑͘̕ ̷̡̗͖͔͍̿̆̉͗̾̈́h̵̳̹̻̜͇̿i̴̲͙͒̓̈́͑̒͂d̸̜̰͎̟͆̄͑͌͘͜i̴̡̖͙͔̞̲̋n̶̡͍̮̘̮͛́͠ͅg̷͚͈̓̇̆̊̎̚ ̸̥̥̼̒̾̉͆͂̍å̴͚͓͘n̶͓̆ͅỷ̶͔̱̄̉̃m̶̘͐̒̅̂͑͝o̴̡̻̖̹̬͌ŗ̶͍̜̭́̒̿́̄̚ȅ̷̠̥̜̬͚̺̘̓͆̆̄̈.̸̛̙̩̝̫̺̈́̌͆͑̎͆͜.

(jokes aside, we all know Jack and Mark gained their subs and fame for their talent and kindness because they’re genuinely amazing people)


edit: it looks like part of my theory looks like this specific theory that is absolutely amazing as well, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve stole it from the person who wrote it so I’m crediting them. if you haven’t read it, I suggest you do because it’s really good! @fandombandomrandom42 I just want to apologise again for making you think I stole this idea from your theory without crediting you :/

korealchemist  asked:

Hello and how are you doing? Could you do some pregnant s/o headcannons for Soldier 76, Genji, Reinhardt, and Roadhog? Or them as fathers? I didn't see a limit and I'm sorry if it's too much (you can cut Roadhog if it's too much!) but please and thank you, have a good day!

Hi! I’m doing good and I hope you are too! I would say 4 is probably my limit. 


Soldier76
Pregnancy

  • He kisses the baby bump whenever the two of you are alone
  • Feet and shoulder rubs whenever you need it
  • Draws baths for you, with your favourite bath bomb to relax in
  • He’ll come up behind you to give you a hug and start rubbing your belly
  • He’s so protective of you
  • He never wants to let you do anything by yourself
  • He makes sure you eat super healthy and will rarely let you eat junk food

As a father

  • He totally cried when they were born
  • He’s a little bit afraid to hold the baby at first
  • But once you distract him for a moment and place her/him in his arms, he immediately relaxes
  • He gets so attached that he will train/lecture new recruits with the baby in his arms
  • Holds them whenever he can and coos at them
  • Always does the feedings in the middle of the night
  • Tells them stories about brave war heroes and the men and women who helped make this world safe


Reinhardt
Pregnancy

  • Reinhardt is the most dotting man ever
  • Whatever you want or need, he’s out there getting it to bring back to you
  • No matter how weird or what time it is
  • He always kissed the belly, no matter where you are
  • That’s how he feels the first time the baby kicks
  • Picks you up a lot and carries you around

As a father

  • He immediately falls in love with the baby
  • You’ll see him walking around base with the baby strapped to his chest
  • Tells them German folktales and stories for bedtime
  • He makes Ana one of the godparents
  • Tells you to go back to sleep whenever the baby cries in the middle of the night
  • Always takes them to the park to play and carries all the children around on his shoulders
  • Since he’s so big and tall, he gives the best piggy back rides

 

Genji
Pregnancy

  • He’s afraid when you first tell him because he doesn’t want his family to find out and somehow hurt the two of you
  • You quickly reassure him that no one can get you two while you’re with Overwatch
  • Talks to your belly and will sing to it (no matter how horrible it could be)
  • Sometimes in Japanese
  • Meditates and prays for a healthy baby
  • Kisses you all over because he’s always so happy whenever he sees you
  • Massages all over your body

As a father

  • The first time Genji holds your baby, he promises her/him that he’ll always protect them and that they will never know the pain he did
  • He totally cries because he never imagined this would happen to him
  • Kisses them all over while they’re a baby/toddler
  • Basically, until they’re old enough to go “Dad stop!”
  • Makes Zenyatta and Hanzo the godparents
  • You don’t mind since they’re such a big part of your life too
  • Plays with them whenever he can
  • Makes them eat traditional Japanese food
  • And gives them language lessons as they get older
  • He runs around with them on his shoulders, going as fast as he can
  • You can hear the giggles from the two of them all through the park

 

Roadhog
Pregnancy

  • Ridiculously protective of you
  • Let’s you use him as a body pillow when sleeping starts getting uncomfortable
  • No matter how weird the positions may get
  • Buys you all the food you want, no matter how unhealthy it is
  • Will even carry you around when you get tired

As a father

  • He never pictured himself of ever becoming a father but he’s really glad he became one
  • The baby is so tiny compared to him that he’s unusually gentle with them
  • Tells them stories about treasure and pirates and grand adventures
  • Makes Junkrat the godfather
  • Plays airplane with them and will throw them up in the air before catching them just to hear them giggle

anonymous asked:

"Cramps are killing me"

The pain woke me up around five in the morning. I could hear Harry snoring a bit, my face still pressed to his back and arms wrapped around his waist as we had fallen asleep. I didn’t want to wake him, but as I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning as the pain ripped through my abdomen I knew there was more of a chance that I would wake him if I stayed here. Also, judging by the pain, if I didn’t get up soon I’d probably soak through the sheets and Harry had just changed them yesterday.
I slowly pulled my arms away from him and with that one movement his snoring stopped and I froze, thinking I woke him. But, luckily, his snoring resumed and I sighed, carefully rolling away from him until my feet met the cold hardwood. The nausea hit me not long after I came to a standing position and I rushed to the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind me before falling to my knees in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl like a dear friend, so blinded by the pain I didn’t care that my face was touching a toilet bowl.
I didn’t vomit though, not yet, so after a few moments of realizing that it wasn’t coming up, I laid down on the cold tile, close to tears. You have to put a tampon in, I reminded myself, but thought I would rather die than stuff anything up there at the moment.
I did it anyway. It made the pain worse. I vomited about three minutes later.
There was a soft knock at the door after that and I cursed myself for being too loud.
“Love? You alright? Sounds a bit like a war zone in here.”
“Go back to bed, Harry,” I paused to wince, hoping he wouldn’t hear, “M’fine.” I said through my teeth.
“Yeah, that sounded very convincing,” He yawned and jiggled the doorknob, “Lemme in.”
I sighed, but crawled on hands and knees to the door, reaching up to twist it and then pulling it open. Harry’s eyes followed me to the floor and he frowned, “What’s the matter?”
Cramps are killing me.” I whined and curled back up into a ball on the floor.
“It’s that bad this month? You should call your doctor, the birth control’s supposed to make this better, maybe you need to switch brands or somethin’ if it’s not working properly.” His voice was laced with concern as he crouched down next to me. He soon realized I didn’t really give a shit right now about my birth control as I stayed silent, “What can I do, love? You can’t be lying on the bathroom floor all day.”
I groaned as if to say Yes I can. He got the message and sighed.
“Do you want some tea? Have you had any tylenol?”
“I’ll just throw it back up.”
“You should at least try, babe.” I groaned again, “What about a bath, can I run you a bath?”
I started crying, “I’ll jus’ bleed all in it! It’ll look like a homicide.” He giggled. “S’not funny!” I cried, snot cascading out of my nose.
“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’m sorry, c’mere love, lemme hold you.” I sniffed and looked at him like a puppy who was unsure of the stranger in her mist. He beckoned me with his arms again, “C’mon.”I crawled over to him and into his lap, his arms engulfing me and I quietly sighed in contentment as I rested my head against his shoulder. “Let’s get you back in bed, yeah?”
“No!” I protested, “No, I’ll just have to get back up to throw up again.”
“I’ll put a bag next to the bed.”
“Harry—“
“Don’t even try to argue with me on this, I’m not going to leave you on the floor of the bathroom.”
I groaned, but only tightened my grip around his neck as he stood up with me in his arms, walking us back to the bedroom, “Why don’t you wake me up when you feel like this? I don’t like waking up to an empty bed and hearing you hurting alone in the other room.” He says as he lowers me into bed.
“You shouldn’t have to suffer with me.”
“I like taking care of you.” He climbed into the other side of the bed and immediately slid his hand under my t-shirt to rub my stomach, “That better?”
I closed me eyes and nodded, my muscles relaxing at his touch. I felt him shift a bit, coming closer to me and then my muscles jumped a bit at the feel of his mouth on my stomach. I felt him laugh a bit at my reaction and then he continue to pepper kisses on my stomach, pushing my shirt up so he could get at more skin.
“Babe, that tickles.” I said, eyes still closed, but I reached my hand out to run through his hair.Instead of stopping, he blew a raspberry on my stomach causing me to squeal, “Stop it!” But I was laughing and when I opened my eyes, he was grinning up at me and he blew another raspberry against my skin and started tickling me even as I protested. He only stopped when he noticed I was laughing so hard that I was having trouble catching my breath and he kissed my stomach again, still giggling to himself.
“Feel better now?” He kept his hand on my stomach, rubbing it in circles, but he came up next to me, kissing my cheek before snuggling under my chin, nose pressed to my neck.
“A bit, yeah.” I felt tired again and closed my eyes, “Thank you, love.”
“Of course.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to my neck, “Love you.” And I focused on his touch until I fell back asleep.

I have too much dark inside me, I could scream all night and
                                                     still the smoke wouldn’t clear.

I’ve cried blood, bled tar, spat salt water into the sink; 
all this grief and nowhere to put your hands but on me.

I want to take you apart like a castle in the hands of God
                                                                                  you say

and now dreams are the only place I hear your voice. I sang
myself to sleep behind the bathroom door, my feet propped up

on the porcelain bath. I don’t know what to tell you about the
rain and why it falls. there is nothing common sense in collapsing.

there’s nothing left but the railroads and a plug without a
socket. this is a metaphor for something too painful to talk about.

                                                   I missed the last train home
                                                                                    you say,

but I’ve never heard anything that mattered less. once again
I gave you all the speaking parts and you never learnt your lines.

I gave you all the speaking parts but you never know when
to come in. you’re unrehearsed. love is a distant act at the

end of a script you never planned to read. you’re falling apart
and even dawn has never broken like you. for safety, you have your

conscience locked in a box. your soul is a child you trapped in
the basement who never cries, just knocks very politely on the

underside of the trapdoor. you always do this. it always has to
end like this / with you stretching out your hands but I won’t take

anything you’re willing to give away for free. barefoot I’m scaling the
fence,  i’m running down the street; the red footprints in the snow

are the latter part of a telegram about mortality. i’m turning
over the body in your bed and seeing that it’s mine. here is

my blood in a wineglass, my heart on a stake:
                                                       if you must, be lot
                                                                            be orpheus
                                                                            be herakles.

maybe hylas thanked the waves for drowning.

Yves Olade, So Close to the Light You Catch Fire
response to the @nepenthenet prompt  “two faces”

cryingbclarryy  asked:

hiya, was just wondering which are your favourite johnlock fics? X

Hi, and I am SO SORRY to have been so slow to answer this. After S4 I’ve been struggling with reading/writing fics so was rubbish about answering.

Here is the (ridiculously long) list of my absolute favourites, which I’m sure you will have mostly read anyway!

The Gladstone series by @jamlockk. This entire series makes me laugh and also sob until my face feels like it’s made of salt. Gorgeous.

Hot Dolphin Sex by @conversationswithjohnlock. I accidentally stayed in the bath for three hours while I read this the first time, and my husband assures me I did actually sound like a dolphin.

In the Library by @itsnotgonnareaditselfpeople. BEAUTIFUL. Just beautiful, gorgeous writing. Teenlock, with flashbacks to kidlock.

A Brand of Gold by @aquabelacqua. I DIE reading this fic. If you want a fic that will make your toes CURL with the feeling of falling irrevocably, devastatingly in love, this is the one. I honestly felt hot from head to toe reading this fic. I had butterflies. I cried, because the sheer emotion – terror, love, that edgy sense of desperation behind every beautifully-chosen word – that the author packs into this story is insane. Gorgeous. Also cannot recommend enough the BEAUTIFUL podfic by @lockedinjohnlock-podfics.

Chemical Bonds by @weeesi. Funny, incredibly touching, splendidly written, perfectly in character. One I read again and again.

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by @earlgreytea68. The fluff to end all fluff. I don’t know how many times I’ve read this now. Not just for Christmas!

The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart by @mistyzeo. Mistyzeo’s writing is an absolute masterclass and this story is my ultimate favourite.

FAQ by ancientreader. God, this story hurts, but in the most perfect way. Parentlock. What I wish S4 could have been.

A Visit to the Doctor by flawedamethyst. I’ve read this an insane number of times. It’s perfect every time. Time travel – ACD and BBC Sherlock Holmes collide. Painful and fluffy and lovely.

Sonatina in G Minor by @silentauroriamthereal. I cried in a public cafe. Yep. The emotional tension in this story bubbles beneath the surface, desperate to break through. EVERYTHING Silent writes is beautiful but this is my absolute favourite.

Upon Whom Shall You Call? by @may-shepard aldjhfaskdjhfkjdlkjasdsdfjasdfksdafsd GHOSTBUSTERS AU GHOSTBUSTERS AU I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT HOW FUCKING AMAZING THIS STORY IS

If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things by @watsonshoneybee. I can’t tell you how special this story is to me. Heed the tags before you go in.

And two Mystrade because, um, I know you didn’t ask but it would be wrong of me to post a list of my favourites without them!

The Memoranda of Understanding series by @mydwynter – when I retire I’m going to read this series of stories over and over every day until I die. When they find me dead they’ll have to pry the long-outdated eReader out of my cold, claw-like hands. Just…marvellous.

Virtually Perfect by @random-nexus – actually perfect. Online chatroom AU. The nerves and self-esteem issues when they finally meet are beautifully written. Amazing.

Hope you like the list @cryingbclarryy 😘

Barcelona

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

A/N: Steve mistakenly found out you were pregnant, you told him you would tell Bucky…you didn’t. It’s two weeks later and after the last mission you all went on where you were picked up and tossed against a wall was Steve’s last straw, he has had enough. There is tension between you and Steve that cannot be cut with Vibranium.

You know what they say about secrets…


The ride back to Shield’s Barcelona safe house was silent as it’s been in the last two weeks, since you’ve been briefed on the new mission. Bucky glances from you to Steve, he senses the tension, but keeps it to himself because he knows Steve, once the stress gets overwhelming, he will let it all out at some point and then all of this murky silence will be replaced with an explosive anger that Bucky hopes he will be ready for.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some ice from freezer, I turned slightly to see Steve hovering over me like a protective guard dog.

“How much longer do you think this will go on?”

“I’m fine, you can stop hovering.” I say as I filled a pitcher up with water and tossed the ice cubes in.

“You’re putting yourself at risk with every mission we go on.”

“I’m not at risk, I’ve been very careful.”

He scoffed. “So you getting tossed like a rag doll against the wall is your idea of being careful because for a second there, it looked as if you were putting yourself in harms way.”

I leaned over the sink and dipped my hand into the pitcher, sighing with relief as the water numbed my semi-swollen wrist. I felt Steve’s presence hovering again, looking down at my hand. We gazed at each other and I recognized that look in his eyes, he’s reaching his breaking point and I know it won’t be too long before he tells Bucky if I don’t.

“Steve, please you can’t tell him.”

“You can’t keep this from him.”

“I-I’m not. I just need to figure things out.” I say closing my eyes.

“What kind of things?”

I open my eyes, I didn’t want to say the unspeakable. “If I want to keep it or not.”

Steve staggers backwards as if I slapped him. “That will kill him, this will be unforgivable. You know what we do for a living, you see it everyday and this, this is the good that we are fighting to protect.”

I turned to look at him as my hand dripped with water, pooling on the floor. “It’s my decision.”

“What’s going on here?” Bucky asked walking into the kitchen.

“Nothing.” We both say getting silence.

“Seems like something.” He observes grabbing a beer then leaning on the fridge eyeing us both.

“Isn’t there something you need to tell Bucky”

My eyes were black slits. “No.” I answered taking a step and slipping in the water, but catching my balance as Steve inhaled deeply.

Steve grits his teeth.“Tell him or I will.”

“This is none of your fucking business, Steve.”

“Whoa, okay, time out. What’s going on here because the two of you have been at each others throats like vicious dogs.” Bucky questioned, we both ignore him.

“You are being selfish. Every time you go out on a mission you put this team and yourself at risk and this is my team, so it is my business. Do you even know how far along you are?“

“Far along?” Bucky turns to me. “What is he talking about?”

“It’s nothing.” I lied.

Steve scoffs. “I wouldn’t call carrying a human being nothing because it’s something.”

“How dare you!” I screamed. “You have no right!“

The beer shattering to the floor silenced us. “You’re pregnant?” The shock weakens him to his knees.

My eyes filled with tears. “Yes.” I approached, kneeling in front of him, holding his hands. “I-I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Because she’s not sure she wants to keep it.” Steve spewed.

“Steve! How could you?“I cried out.

“He needs to know the truth.” He replies non-chalantly.

I turned to Bucky and the disgust on his face washed over me, bathing me in shame. “Baby, it’s not what you think, please.” I pleaded, reaching out to touch him, but he bats my hand away. He stands and walks out of the kitchen without a second glance.

fekat  asked:

Hi ! Your blog is so amazing and funny .. Can you write about how will shinee act on their wedding day ! Thanks

hi honey! thanks for the love ~ ㅎㅅㅎ 

onew:

  • on the morning of, he’s fidgety and can’t bring himself to eat breakfast 
  • when he says his vows his voice is completely steady and he’s holding SO’s hands in his and looking at them like they’re the only person in the entire world
  • after they’re OFFICIALLY married and go to walk down the aisle together *whispers to SO* “hold onto me okay? bc i’m not sure i can walk steadily” 
  • dude he is so glad they got the chocolate fountain he wants to bathe in it but SO said no 

jonghyun:

  • just woke up and has cried two times already 
  • wearing a cummerbund and wingtips 
  • blissful af 
  • “this is the reality i wanted” 
  • someone said SO’s name while he was getting ready and he started fanning his face and omg jong you cannot be crying again 
  • “I’M NOT CRYING BC I’M SAD I’M CRYING BC I’M JUST SO HAPPY” @ SO while clutching their face 
  • roo is their flower girl 
  • asks all their loved ones to sing for their first dance 

key:

  • stressed to the point that he’s deadly calm
  • should he have picked a different bowtie??? a tie instead?? 
  • he just wants everything to go well, he’s been looking forward to today for a LONG time 
  • actually calms down once his groom crew was like “you should see SO” and when he saw them for a first look he finally believed that things will be fINE 
  • throughout the entire wedding he keeps sneaking glances at them and smiling SO hard
  • RELEASE THE DOVES 
  • he took classes for waltzing and they move effortlessly across the dance floor 

minho:

  • at the alter he’s absolutely beaming and kinda bouncing on his feet bc he’s so excited to see SO come down the aisle 
  • when he sees them can’t help that his mouth sort of drops, he doesn’t even realize it until one of his party nudges him 
  • but there’s pictures of him just looking so shocked and in awe  
  • BURSTS INTO THE RECEPTION HALL LIKE TURN UP I’M MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • BACKFLIPS, TAKES THE MIC FROM THE DJ, AND YELLS INCOHERENTLY 
  • spins SO and dips them for a kiss 

taemin: 

  • very traditional, no first look until SO comes down the aisle and the priest hears him take a sharp intake and stop breathing 
  • priest: “francesco breathe” / taemin: *noisy exhale* 
  • at the reception choreographed a surprise dance!!!! 
  • it has a costume change and everything 
  • rips off his suit 
  • whips out Danger 

@ natjmd hi love! it’s not best man/ man of honor but wedding!shinee for you in the meantime until i get to your request! 

anonymous asked:

For Weird Wednesday, Wanda seems to think Tony is lying to her so she uses he magic to put him under a 48 hour truth spell. Peter finds him in this state

“So do you have anything to say?” asks Steve and Tony looks down to his feet.

Its exactly eight months after the last time Tony saw the avengers. And now they are back in his tower. Thanks to Fury.

The last hour Steve tried to apologize but it sounded more like he just explained his actions to Tony without saying sorry at all. Tony sighs. Well he couldn’t expect more…

“Yeah… i shouldn’t have tried to hurt you and Barnes.” says Tony quietly and he nods at his own words. He isn’t angry at Barnes anymore. Mostly he is just sad.

“So you are okay with us here?” asks Sam and he looks skeptical. Tony nods again.

“Of course. Its your home, too.” Tony grins or he tries, too. It feels weird.

“Okay Fury told us there were new…people here.” says Steve and Tony nods again. He can’t do anything else.

“Yeah…uhm Peter, Gamora, Drax, Rocket and Groot.” says Tony and Friday shows them a picture.

“Well then i think we should all have a talk together. One hour?” asks Steve and Tony, who would have thought, nods.

*

“Thank you for coming. I just wanted to talk about how we are going to do this in the future.” says Steve when they are all in the conference room.

Tony gulps.

“Well i think you do your job and we do ours.” says Peter and shrugs. Tony knows that he doesn’t like the avengers…at all.

“And what exactly is your job?” asks Clint and he sounds annoyed.

“We are saving the fucking galaxy! And you only the earth.” answers Rocket and he looks up from his gun at that. Its a new one and Rocket always carries it around.

“Then why are you in this tower?” asks Barnes and Peter laughs.

“Dude! Why are you all here?” says Peter and Tony stay silent. Now his two teams are fighting great.

“I think we should all agree that you are going back to space and we are going back to our stuff.” says Clint and Steve nods.

“Yeah you want back on the team or do you Tony?” asks Steve and Tonys underlip wobbles.

“I…uhm…yeah sure.” says Tony and nods. Peter groans.

“Tony man we talked about this. You want to be on our team.” says Rocket and Tony nods again.

“Y-yeah.” he says and tries to breath.

“Well you can’t be on both teams!” says Steve and Tony starts shaking. He wants to go.

“Well he is still afraid of you, because of what you did to him.” says Gamora and she looks like she wants to kill a few avengers.

“T-thats not true.” tries Tony and shivers once more.

“I don’t think he says the truth.” says Wanda and Tony hides a bit behind Peter.

Oh no.

“What do you mean?” asks Sam and a moment later Wandas red magic is in the room. Tony gets nearly a panic attack and hides now behind Drax. But Wanda can round him perfectly.

When the magic hits him, it feels cold. So cold and then its over. Tony looks up.

“What did you do?!” Peter sounds furious. Tony doesn’t feel any different.

Gamora stays behind Wanda. Her sword on Wandas neck.

“I didn’t do something bad or did I Tony?” says Wanda and she isn’t scared of Gamora at all.

“Nothing bad? You scared me! Sometimes i still can’t sleep because i remember the vision you showed me before ultron! I see you all dead and its my fault! Whenever you use your magic i want to run a-away and you use it a-again on me!” says Tony and he surprises everyone in the room, even himself.

He claps his hands before his mouth. The eyes already bathed in tears.

“I used a truth spell on him. It lasts 48 hours.” says Wanda but now she sounds guilty. Tony doesn’t say anything he turns around and runs.

*

Tony sits at his workshop table and cries. He can’t breath so hard is he crying. Friday tries so soothe him, but it doesn’t work.

“Tony hey.” says Peter and Tony doesn’t even ask why Friday let him in, when he said nobody could visit him the next 48 hours.

“Are you okay?” asks Peter and then flinches. He is such an idiot.

Tony sighs and he sounds so sad, that Peter wants to hold him and cuddle him close.

“No…no i’m not.” whispers Tony and for the first time in his life he admits that. Tony sobs again.

“Nobody cares about me you know? I always try to make everything good and everybody happy but nothing works and they hate me! And i … i loved them so much.” whispers Tony sadly and Peter lays his hand on Tonys shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” says Peter and he means it. He is sorry that Tony always feels like that and he is sorry for that stupid spell. The last thirty minutes he tried to allure Rocket from killing anybody.

“Not your fault.” mutters Tony then and sniffles. He is still crying but not as bad as before. Peter starts massaging his shoulders. He wish he could do something to make that better.

“But you know i’m always here for you, right?” asks Peter and groans. Why is he so stupid.

“Wait you don’t have to answer that.” tries Peter but he knows Tony has no choice.

“Of course i know that! You and the Guardians are the best thing that happened to me in forever. And i know you are always here for me Peter. And i really appreciate that, but its not in the way i want and that hurts me even more.” babbles Tony and wait what.

Peter stops his contingencies.

He knows that Tony could easily hate him for this, but he has to know.

“What do you mean not the way you would like to?” asks Peter and Tony starts to cry again.

“Because i’m in love with you Peter! And your friendship has to be enough for me i know that, but i want so much more. And i know i’m not the best choice but…”

Tony doesn’t have to end this sentence. Because Peter kisses him. At the first sentence he had walked around Tony and is now right in front of him.

Tony doesn’t kiss him back, so Peter leans back a little.

“I know i don’t have a truth spell, but you need to trust me.” whispers Peter and he strokes Tonys cheek. Tony is so beautiful with his brown eyes, still wet and his now red cheeks.

“I love you, too.” says Peter and this time Tony kisses back.