I take all of those movies to heart

CANCER: Lately it seems like everywhere you look there’s another promise shattering at your feet and you can’t even think about cleaning it up yet because that makes it official. That makes it irreparable. You want to hang onto the person you were when these pacts were made, when you still believed that the people you loved were incapable of hurting you. I know it’s difficult to accept that the summer night buzzing with cicadas in your chest is going to fade to autumn, and then to winter. But sometimes you need to let things die in order to try again, and that doesn’t mean you’re giving up. It means that you’re choosing yourself over the shards at your feet.

LEO: It’s terrible that no matter the length of time that you manage to hold onto something beautiful, it always takes twice that amount of time to forget about it. It’s been weeks since your heart was ripped from your chest and you’re still dreaming nightly about icicles and dark movie theaters and other things that can’t stay. I know that this is something you’ve heard before and have refused to believe, but you deserve people that don’t leave. You deserve people that know what to do with everything that you give them. You deserve more than what you think you do.

VIRGO: You’re starting to wonder if you really made the right decision, all of those months ago. Forgetting the love that you buried under an unmarked gravestone has been more difficult than you thought it would be, even with your cement-infused heart. How long has it been since you’ve washed your mirror? You should know better than anybody that trying to evaluate yourself under a sheen of dirt is next to impossible. It’s okay to go back through the photo albums just like it’s okay to discard anything that makes you feel as though you’re trying to run through quicksand. Choose for yourself.

LIBRA: There’s a big part of you that wants to climb atop the nearest mountain and scream until your voice gives out. Scream until your efforts make a difference. Scream until your family decides to let you make your own choices. Scream until the world notices you. Scream until something, anything, works out. I don’t blame you for feeling angry or upset, or as though you’ve been shorted happiness that you deserved to get back. Things haven’t been working out but you need to remember that it isn’t your fault. It isn’t always your fault. Don’t bottle up your frustrations.

SCORPIO: You’ve brushed so much under the rug that it’s become noticeable. There’s now a lump to avoid in the center of your floor and the only thing left to do is confront it. But it’s been so long since you’ve let yourself ruminate on the cobwebs in your memory that you’re scared to acknowledge the spiders that made them. There’s no telling what’s waiting for you, and putting it off is so much easier, I know. You’re so much stronger than you think you are, though. You survived the mess its first time around and you’ll survive it throughout its victory lap. The house will feel so much safer once you get this done.

SAGITTARIUS: The best and worst days of your life tangle up so often that you’re beginning to wonder if they’re secret lovers. It seems like you can only ever be rewarded after something is taken away, like your happiness is a set of scales that somebody with a bad sense of humor is in charge of regulating. The fact that you manage to prosper despite these odds is a reason to be proud of yourself each and every day. I know that you don’t hear this too often, but I mean it when I say that you’re doing incredibly well despite the moonless nights you’ve had to endure. Don’t be afraid to let joy run rampant in your life. She’s kind.

CAPRICORN: The future feels like an avalanche that’s barreling towards you without any sign of slowing down and lately laying down in front of it has been looking like a better and better option. I know that it’s discouraging to see people younger than you are putting their life together without an instruction manual, but it’s okay to not know how everything is supposed to connect yet. You have so much time to determine who you want to be, and where you want to be it. Anybody that pushes you to think faster isn’t worth the effort to think about them. Stand tall when the storm hits, you’ll be surprised by how much you can handle.

AQUARIUS: It’s difficult to mask your impatience when it comes to personal reinvention. You’ve been waiting for so long to feel this free and susceptible to the world, you want your skin to pick up its pace: shed and regrow into something that feels more like a home and less like a body. You’re forgetting that everything meaningful takes time to reach its zenith. You know, you deserve something that doesn’t bite back when you try to feed it. And this time the universe is actually attempting to give you that. Good things are here, embrace them.

PISCES: You’ve been feeling more grateful than ever for the experiences you’ve had and the people that you’ve met, and I’m so happy that you’ve been feeling that type of light. Too often you’ve found yourself in situations not worth remembering and with people not worth your friendship, but not now. It’s okay to let your guard down, to bask in the rays of what you’ve sown. It’s improbable to believe that you will never again feel the wound of sadness, but it’s okay to live as though you won’t. You’re allowed to be happy about what you have.

ARIES: You’ve never felt this free before. It’s almost as if the past few years were all just leading up to this current era of your life. With all of this change I know that it can be difficult to decide what you should keep in your life versus what you should discard, but you have to trust yourself and your instincts. It may be easy to prioritize the happiness of those around you but prioritizing yourself should always come first. If something is causing you great stress, you’re allowed to get rid of it. You’re allowed to do what’s best for you.

TAURUS: Lately the past has been digging into you like a shovel to the earth and you’re tired of waking up with new reasons to remember what you’ve been trying to forget. The good news is that these incoming negative thoughts are no longer a cruel surprise. The bad news is that these incoming negative thoughts are no longer a cruel surprise. Sure, the distance between you and the last person you gave a piece of yourself to might be endlessly fluctuating and uncertain in its boundaries, but that doesn’t mean its grip is powerful enough to stop someone like you from thriving. Go on a road trip. Control your own space. Tell yourself that it’s okay to let go of what’s already let go of you.

GEMINI: You’ve been finding yourself on your own a lot more than usual and this isn’t something you’ve been coping with in the healthiest of ways. It doesn’t seem fair that you always have to wonder about your expiration date, about how long it’ll take for people to deem you rotten and toss you in the trash. I don’t want to lie and say that this will definitely be the last time that you lose someone you believed to be permanent, because it most likely won’t be. But I can assure you, the people that are capable of meshing with your vibrant personality will know how to stick around. You don’t have to worry about being alone forever.
I love you.”

You’re always the first to say those three words. We’ll be laying together on your couch, side by side, watching another one of your favorite movies. You take my hand and pull me closer, as I allow myself to fall onto your chest. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, you bend your head down to kiss my cheek. You stroke my pink rosy cheeks and say my name, followed by the words that I’ve been yearning to hear. “I’m so in love with you,” you say somberly. But I can only bring myself to whisper it back. It’s so easy for him to say those words, as if it’s no big deal, yet it’s clear that he means every word with all his heart. It’s not that I don’t love him, oh how much I truly love him, it’s the fear of such a big word that holds me back. Love is a big deal. And no matter how much I love him, the thought of one day losing him makes my stomach churn. I really do love him, and I’ll tell him a million times until he finally understands; I’ll scream it out to the world, across every skyline, through every city, until everyone knows; because it’s nothing less than the truth, and nothing less than he deserves.
You’re just always the first one to say those three words.
So here it is now, louder than ever,

“I love you…
—  3.11.17 // pt. 1

Title:  Remember those walls I built? Baby, they’re tumbling down. 

Fandom: Sanders Sides [Thomas Sanders]

Pairings:  Moxiety


By some miracle, he allows himself to be brave. No, wait, let me rephrase that, he allows himself to be stupid.

“I…I was..I mean. I want you to be my boyfriend. I mean if it’s cool with you. If not then…whatever.”

An speaks in one breath looking at everywhere but the objection of his affection.

Then Patton speaks, “you’re asking if we could be boyfriends?”

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I Figured Out Why I Hate Love Never Dies So Much

Love Never Dies is not a terrible musical; the plot is a wreck and the characters are very unlikeable, but the music over all is rather good and the actual story (excluding the fact that it’s the POTO characters involved) is an interesting story. It’s a passible musical that shouldn’t be as hated as much as it is. Maybe just forgotten. So why is it so bad? Why do Phantom fans, even Phantom fans who want Christine and Erik together, hate it so much?

Because it destroys the morals of the first show/book/movie. It wrecks the characters we know and love, and has the audacity to say this is what happens AFTER the Phantom of The Opera.

It destroys what we love.

It takes an adorable love story, and tarnishes it. It makes the decision long ago, that Christine was on the brink of tears for, pointless. It says that’s not her true feelings and makes her go to Erik before her wedding night, claiming she made the wrong choice. (Which personally, I hate, as it furthers the stereotype that women are indecisive even if that’s not what it’s trying to represent). It trashes the innocent love between Raoul and Christine and poisons it with the hatred of a Christine/Erik shipping fan. And that’d be fine, if it was a fanfiction. But this was a musical, and technically cannon in the eyes of Andrew Lloyd Webber.


It makes all these pitiful characters…. cannon.

It takes an innocent character such as Meg, and obliterates her by making her fall in love with Erik (whom even with Christine was a stretch considering age). It makes her cruel and selfish, even though it tries to develop her character more. It takes the well loved Madame Giry and makes her the bad guy. The. Bad. Guy. It makes her evil and determined to only help herself after only helping Erik, ignoring her only child. It takes the kind motherly figure we knew, and makes her the ugly parent we’d never want. It takes Raoul, a character many consider a fop (though I personally adore), and magnifies his small unlike able character traits to such a degree that even Raoul-Haters can call out the improbability that that would ever happen. That he’d become as hatable as he did. And it takes Erik, poor Erik, and rips what little humanity Erik had in the first place clean out from under him.

In the Phantom of The Opera, Erik had nothing. He had no friends, no family, nothing to call his own besides the legacy of the Opera Ghost. You could easily feel bad for him, he has nothing. He is allowed to be selfish and devilish because he needs to be in order to survive. In Love Never Dies, however, Erik has everything. He has friends, like him, who look out for him. He has money and power and a successful business. He has his own legacy, not just the Opera Ghost, and a girl who’d kill to be with him. And what does Mister Y do with all his new found wealth? Nothing. He continues to obsess and fetishize over Christine even though he knows her heart is somewhere else. He cannot let go, which is fine. But when Christine does reappear it becomes very hard to root for his abusive and devilish ways when you know that if he fails, he still has an empire.

It takes characters I love, that we love, and tarnishes them. Whether book fan or musical fan or movie fan, it decrees that none of those character choices matter. It makes the characters so out-of-character, so far stretched that I end up detesting our main star (Erik), and feel pity for those we are supposed to hate (Raoul and Madame Giry). It breaks my heart, after I spent so much time obsessing over the original.

That is why I hate Love Never Dies.

anonymous asked:

Ask box is open!! Okay, can I please have scenario with Oikawa with the soulmate au where the first words they say to you are on your wrist? Maybe something unexpected, and with the College Au or Celebrity Au? I'm not sure whichever I like better ^^; I wish I could think of the first words, but depending on which Au... anyways, thank you, and love your blog! It really brightens my day and I've been checking it for a year. Keep up the good work; Love you guys!! <3

Aw, I’m so glad you’re enjoying this blog! I’ve decided to go with the Celebrity AU. :)

-Admin Lana

The world was waiting for the day when J-Pop icon, Oikawa Tooru, announced the reunion of his soulmate. It was safe to say that thousands of men and women alike we’re vying that they were the lucky person who was soul bound to the celebrity, some going as far as to tattoo new phrases to their wrists in desolate hope. Admittedly, you were a fan of the man himself, enjoying his songs that were released and enjoyed watching the music videos that came out. You’ve even managed to attend a concert or two, something worthwhile despite the cost. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to be in love with a man like him, but no good ever came out of empty wishes. You simply hoped that you would find your own soulmate in time.

A smile crossed your face as a familiar song played on the speakers in the coffee shop. It was a light tune, one that had you bouncing on your heels as you fixed an espresso for a customer. Working in a small scale shop like this always improved your mood. Moving from behind the counter, you made your way to a table situated in the far back corner, the space mostly occupied by students needing a quiet space to study or those who didn’t want to be bothered by the hustle and bustle of others.

“Here you go, sir. One vanilla bean espresso and a blueberry scone.” You called out cheerily, gently setting the items on the table. The man glanced up from beneath glasses, a hat covering his head. But you knew that face all too well, it was on your tv screen more often than not. Your mouth fell open in shock, not believing that a celebrity was in your coffee shop.

Brown eyes widened as he realized that you recognized who he was despite the disguise. “Please, for the love of god, do not scream!” His voice was hushed as he hurriedly pulled you to sit down, a finger pressed against your parted lips.

Almost immediately you looked to your wrist, watching as the words slowly darkened. For years, you wondered who or what the context was behind the words tatted to your wrist, and now the pieces were finally coming together. “You might find this hard to believe, but I think you’re my soulmate…” Displaying your arm, you watched as the man observed it, eyes widening for a moment, before a knowing look crossed his expression.

Oikawa leaned back, rolling up his sleeves to show his own tattoo that had darkened as well, the first words you had uttered to him. “I finally found you after all these years.” He breathed, hands coming to gently cup your face, almost to make sure that you were real. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

It amazed you how calm you were being after finding out that a celebrity you looked up to was your soul bound lover. This was something that you only read in books or saw in movies. “Yo-you’re okay with being with someone like me? I’m not any of those actresses or idols that you’ve been with.” It was only natural to have this reaction, the women he’s been with prior were among model tiers.

He simply shook his head and smiled, his joy contagious. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my soulmate and that’s all I could ask for.” The idol paused, taking note of your uniform. “Ah, I’m sorry, you’re working right now. I don’t want to cause any more trouble, but would you mind meeting up sometime later this week?”

Your heart swelled, fumbling in your apron pocket for the notepad you kept handy, scribbling your name and number. “That would be great, I look forward to hearing from you.” He opened his mouth to say something, but fell short as your name wasting called. You mouthed ‘sorry’ before shuffling away from the table, but not before he winked and blew a kiss your way. If things continued like this, your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

The only thing you had to worry about now as how his fans were going to react once they found out that Oikawa Tooru found his soulmate.

anonymous asked:

reapers + undertaker and their teen child edition headcanons?

*screams* im still a teenager so this feels HECKING WEIRD to write

Parents To Teenagers: Reaper Edition (with Undertaker)

-she’s not a regular mom she’s a cool mom
-“if u break my son’s heart i’ll break your face”
-“lemme take a pic of you two” “moooommmmm you’re embarrassing me”
- is heartbroken once her baby starts being embarrassed by her

- (dad that all his offspring’s friends have a crush on lmao)
- busy but is one of those parents who still attend PTCs
- his child sends him memes, he is bamboozled
- calls them “sport” like he’s jay gatsby or sth

- treats his kids like friends once they reach teen years
- “what do you mean i’m too old”
- kinda like grell tbh IM NOT A REGULAR DAD IM A COOL DAD
- his kid’s gonna go emo and he’s just gonna get major flashbacks to his own youth

- “i dont trust that kid jeremy” (idk why he named his kid jeremy okay stop)
- ruffles their hair in public
- “but why do you need a new phone” “because it’s old dad” “it still works though doesn’t it?”

- if his kid is into sports he’ll practice with them AND HE WILL HAVE NO MERCY

- “you have to be back home by 10PM alright? I need you to swear to me”
- lowkey follows his children everywhere
- “DAD YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME” “Im just worried about you”
- gets social media just so he can follow his children, he gets blocked

Brash Hope Part 2

Summary:  You had a fling with Dean Winchester fifteen years ago.  Now he wants back into your life but, like all things, it’s complicated.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Dylan

Word Count: 3468

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), fluff, ANGST (canon typical violence, death)

A/N: This is part two.  Get caught up HERE and I warn you MAJOR angst ahead.  I was anxious to attempt this one as it’s my first time writing angst.  Feedback is appreciated!

It never would have happened without these very wonderful, talented and amazing people:

@wheresthekillswitch my wonderful beta.  You add polish to my scribbles and I am forever grateful.

@arryn-nyxx your beautiful aesthetic captured what exactly what I hoped for in my story.

@pinknerdpanda thank you for sharing your angst expertise with me.

If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask!

Dean’s POV

I’m looking down at Y/N, her eyes and voice deadly serious as she touches my face.  I can’t help it; I lean into her hand as she speaks.  I’m shocked as the unbelievable words fall from her mouth.

I have a son?


Dean moves towards the house.

“No,” you put yourself in his path.  “He has no idea about you.  All he knows is that I was on my own when I had him.”

Dean looks down at you with eyes full of sorrow and a glimmer of hope, but he says nothing.

“You weren’t in the picture and it wasn’t like I could call you.”

“I know,” Dean says finding his voice.

Dean’s gaze is fixed on the porch.  On your son.  On his son.  After a long pause he looks down at you.

“Can I meet him?”

“Yes, but not tonight.  I have to talk to him about it first.  Then you can, ok?”


That night you tell Dylan about his father.  The tears and anger you’re expecting.  You still aren’t sure how Dylan is processing the revelation that he’s going to meet his father.  His initial anger quickly becomes curiosity; he has so many questions but you think it best to let Dean answer them. The next day you call Dean inviting him over for dinner. At five your doorbell rings and when you open the door there he stands with flowers in his hands and a nervous smile on his face.

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Monsta X Reaction: You Say ‘I Love You’ For The First Time

* happy valentines day!! even if youre alone, you have kpop amirite? lmao in celebration, i guess, of vday, this one is extra long ^^ like really long holy shi


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His Best Girl (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: Can I please request a bucky/reader fic where the reader randomly seems to be in pain (but hides it from the others) and bucky notices? he’s really concerned but when he confronts her about it, it’s just her period. like she’ll have pain that’ll randomly shoot through her entire body and she’ll have to bite down on her hand/hold onto the counter for support/etc cuz it’s so bad. but then bucky supports her/gets her anything she needs and it’s super fluffy?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1, 739

Warnings: Swearing, Some Pain, Menstrual Cycles (if that bothers you. I don’t know. I talk about them in this one)

A/N: Here is a Bucky imagine for you all! Okay, I related to this one so much because periods suck. For all of those who endure periods, I am so sorry and mad that we have to go through this. Hopefully, this brightens your day though. If anyone would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! Well, enjoy!

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Originally posted by marvel-freak

Groggy, you wake up to your most favorite friend in the whole world! Not.

Groaning, you sit up in bed as a pain shoots across your back.

“This is just fucking great,” You grumbled as you made your way to the bathroom. Quickly taking care of that situation, you began to get ready for what will inevitably be an awful day.

“You can do this,” You say to yourself in the mirror. “You are an Avenger. An Avenger that kicks ass on a daily basis. You can handle whatever your uterus throws at you.”

Nodding to yourself through the mirror, happy with the pep-talk that you just received and given, you began to make your way to the kitchen.

With each step you took, it seemed like someone stabbed you in the stomach. And you knew what it felt like to be stabbed. Stopping midway down the hallway, you clutch onto your stomach as you bent over in pain.

You can do this. Only seven more days and then you will be free, you chanted to yourself.

Stumbling down the hallway, Wanda emerges from her room with a sour look plastered on her face as well.

“That time?” You asked through a grimace, looking up at your best friend.

“Unfortunately,” She sighed, looking at you. “Ever since we spent that month long mission together, we’ve been synced.”

“Oh,” You said with a small smile. “The boys will love that.”

“Hah,” She laughed. “Yes they will.” And with that, the two of you shuffled down to the kitchen. Finding everyone in there and Clint already making pancakes, you sat down with a small smile at the thought of what fluffy deliciousness you were about to eat until-

“Aurghh,” You groaned, laying your head on the table before you. Eyes screwed shut, you tried to breathe through the pain.

All eyes had snapped towards you, wondering what was wrong. Thankfully, Wanda answered for them with a quick ‘do not go near her’ motion.

For some, mainly the older among the Avengers, that simple motion did not answer their questions. Mainly Bucky as he looked down at you in worry, because the strongest person he knew was in pain.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered, sitting down next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Super duper!” You said with fake enthusiasm, earning a chuckle from the ladies around you who knew just how much pain you were in.

Bucky, still suspicious, eyed you. “Doll, are you sure?”

Blushing slightly at the nickname, you brushed it off as you stood up. “Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m getting some orange juice. Want some?”

Bucky was halfway through replying before you once again doubled over in pain as another knife slashed across your abdomen. Slash, slash, slash. That’s all you felt.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky once again called, moving to your side once more as you gripped onto the counter.

“I’m good,” You replied, gritting your teeth. Trying to wait out the pain, the waves of pain soon turned into waves of nausea. “I think I’m going to go lay down for a little bit.”

“Want me to bring you some food later?” Wanda asked, sympathizing with your pain. Nodding your head, you made your way back to your room and bed.

Collapsing on your pile of blankets and pillows, you try to adjust to find a comfortable position. But, alas, you could not. Because Mother Nature hates you and uterus-owners alike.

“Fuck you, Mother Nature,” You groaned, turning on your back. Cramp after cramp seemed to follow, which left you unable to fall back asleep. The blissful sleep where you could forget your monthly problem, even if for a little while.

Slowly, you began to fall asleep. Before you could quite get to that blissful sleep, a knock sounded on your door, jolting you awake from whatever release you were going to get.

“Wanda, I’m not hungry now,” You groaned as you pulled a pillow over your head.

“It’s not Wanda,” A deep voice replied. “It’s Bucky. Can I come in?”

Sitting up in shock, you began to feel a slight blush creep over your face at the thought of your crush entering your room. Your messy room, to be exact.

“J- just a minute!” You called out, scrambling off your bed to try to hide all of the messy clothes. In your haste, another cramp slashed through your abdomen, leaving you groaning in pain. Shoving the last of the dirty clothes under your bed, you jump back up onto your bed unceremoniously.

“Come in!” You shouted back, and before you could even calm down your racing heart, it took off once more as Bucky stepped into your room. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You weren’t acting like yourself this morning.”

Blushing at his thoughtfulness, you shrug as another wave of pain crashed over your body. “I’ll be okay.”

Not believing you one bit, Bucky moved closer. “Now, why don’t I believe you?”

Flustered at his words, you tried to come up with some viable answer without telling your crush that you were on your lady’s days. “Uh…”

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Doll.”

“Why do you care?”

Taken aback slightly by your words, Bucky just gives you a small smile. “I’ve got to make sure my best girl is okay.”

Heat creeped up your neck and onto your face. Did he just-?

“Doll,” Bucky pleaded, grabbing your hand. “Please. I wanna make you feel better.”

Trying your hardest to fight down the incessant blush, you cleared your throat. “Okay. You asked for it. You see, I am… sick?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question.

“Sick? What’s wrong?”

Mentally face palming, you look at him. “Okay, not sick. I, um, am having a monthly problem.”

Bucky blinked at you. “Like… a werewolf?”

Bursting out in laughter, your grab onto your stomach for the first time that day not in pain. “No! Why did your mind immediately go to ‘werewolf?!’”

Bucky, grinning along now, shrugs. “Well stop being so cryptic!”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” You apologized, wiping away a tear. “I’m on my lady’s days.”

Realization hitting him like a slap in the face, it was Bucky who was the one now blushing.

“Oh… that explains a lot.”

“Buck!” You say exasperatedly. “Didn’t you have a sister? Shouldn’t you know about this stuff?”

“Well, in my defense, we didn’t talk about it back then,” He said with a small smile.

“Okay, true. Sorry if I embarrassed you,” You said with a slight blush.

“Not at all, Doll,” He said with a smile. “I’m glad I made you laugh and smile.”

Blushing once more (all you ever did around him was blush, it seemed) you looked at him. “Any other reason you came in here, Sarge?”

As if a light bulb had lit up over his head, so did his eyes. “Oh, yeah! I’m going to take care of you.”

“Um… Why?”

“Already told you, Doll. Gotta take care of my best girl,” He said with a smile. “Now scooch over. I’m tired of standing.”

Scooching over on your bed, Bucky sat down next to you. “Now, what makes you feel better when you become a werewolf?”

Rolling your eyes, you punch him on the shoulder. “Movies and sleep. Oh! And a heating pad or a massage.”

“I can do all of those things,” Bucky replied before moving over to your movie collection. “What movie?”

“You chose,” You answered as you tried to control your racing heart, now that he was turned away from you.

“How about Hercules?” Bucky asked, holding up the Disney movie.

“I love Hercules!” You shouted with glee as he put it in the DVD player.

“Never seen it,” Bucky said as he laid back down next to you. Feeling a bit brave, you laid your head on his chest as the opening credits played. Bucky, smiling to himself, wrapped his right arm around you, tugging you closer into his body.

“Figures,” You scoffed, breathing in the scent of Bucky. “You are such an old man.”

“Hey!” Bucky said indignantly with a smile. “I’m taking care of you. You better be nice to me.”

“Sorry, Sarge,” You replied with a small smile. As the movie played on, Bucky’s metal arm had found it’s way to your abdomen. Softly rubbing your stomach, the comforting motions melted away the pain and the cramps.

“Hey, Hercules is just like Steve,” Bucky said, breaking the silence. When he received no answer, he looked down to see you peacefully sleeping on his chest. His shirt balled up into your hand, you dozed off, breathing in the comforting scent of Bucky: leather and pine with just a hint of vanilla.

“Sleep tight, Doll,” Bucky whispered, placing a gentle kiss into your hairline. You stirred just for a moment at this, causing Bucky to freeze. To his enjoyment, you snuggled into him further, and before he knew it, he too was drifting off.

Wanda softly padded down the hallways of the Avengers compound, holding a tray of cookies for you. Turning down your hallway, she quietly made her way to your door. Reaching for the doorknob, FRIDAY’s voice cut through the silence.

“Miss Maximoff,” FRIDAY whispered, scaring Wanda.

“Yes?” Wanda whispered back to the AI, wondering why they were whispering.

“Miss (Y/L/N) is currently asleep with Sergeant Barnes. Do you need her? Shall I wake them up?”

“Bucky’s in there?” Wanda said to herself, smiling at the idea of you two. She had always known about your crush on him, and she had always picked up a vibe that Bucky liked you as well.

“Shall I wake them, Miss?”

“No, no,” Wanda whispered, smiling to herself. “Just open the door for me. I’m going to drop off the cookies.”

And with that, the lock clicked. She was in. Gently pushing on your door, Wanda almost squealed in excitement at the sight of you two. Bucky was laying on his back, sound asleep with you cuddled right up into him. Your head was on his chest with your hand gripping his shirt. Bucky’s arms were around you and your legs were tangled together.

This is just too cute, Wanda thought to herself, setting down the tray of cookies. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a couple of pictures of the two of you. Quietly sneaking out, she smiled to herself. I so called it.

Director’s Comment

I am Kawanami Eisaku, belong to Animation Do Ltd., and I directed “Free! The Movie - Timeless Medley - the Bond”, which was released today.I have been associated with “Free!” series project for many years and I remember that the start was a commercial film “Swimming” we made as the first original project for Animation Do.Fortunately, since then, I have been able to take part in the basic part of the project, such as a brainstorming for generating concrete ideas for making a TV series animation.I watched whole TV series, “Free!” and “Free! Eternal Summer”, again to make this movie, and I could feel the strong power and passion of all the staff of each section from them. So, I thought “I cannot make the movie on half-hearted attitude” with feeling tense very much.In order to be grater spirits than those days and give sufficient meaning to the several years-old project by rebooting in 2017, I worked hard with my whole heart.I think strongly that, especially in recent years, my work - making animation - can never be accomplished all alone.I believe that this film could become one which only our staff and studio can make.Having finished making it, I can’t feel anything but gratitude, now.If it could give you a chance of thinking about something important for you when you have finished watching it, I will be happy so much.In addition to that, these two films are those two which were divided from originally one series.So, when we were making these “the Bond” and “the Promise”, we were thinking that they are one pair - one title.I will keep on putting all efforts for making movies so that you can think, “It was great to watch!” and our staff can think, “It was great to take part in!”I hope that you will keep on enjoying and supporting “Free!”.Today, I feel very honored to have been able to release it smoothly.Kawanami Eisaku Director (Animation Do Ltd. )

Hello everyone! Since I didn’t do any follow forever last year I decided that it would be better to do a follow spree because I follow only 100 blogs and most are still disabled. I’ld like you to help me find more people so please, reblog or like this post so I can verify each one! And also I’ld like when you reblog put on the tag which of the following things is currently being constant in your blog. 
Now I’ll put here what I’ld like to find in a blog so I can follow:


  • D GRAY MAN (you need it ofc)
  • Pandora Hearts
  • Hunter x Hunter
  • Gintama

Anime Genre

  • Historical
  • Seinen
  • Shounen

Colors of posts:

  • I appreciate more vibrant colors and monochrome (and some pastel + dark) 

BONUS (its necessary ok bc i’ll probably take this as a base for the follow):

  • Aesthetic / Photography / Typography / Fanarts (not repost only original tumblr maker)
  • Kpop/ Kdrama
  • Tv Show / Movies / Animations
  • Gfx and Gif maker
  • Following me

Thanks for everyone who read and gave me attention and also another special comment: I’m very happy and truly thankful for those one who put me on their FOLLOW FOREVER its was really nice I felt very honored! Oh, and ofc all my followers are specials for me and to my mutuals/friends (THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT AND ALWAYS BEING SO NICE WITH ME)

Sweet Dreams

A little thing I wanted to write for @gunnslaughter and their AMAZING comic and artwork. Hoo boy here we go. If I have grammar mistakes please forgive me and sorry if I can’t get Hanzo’s character right omg

It’s another night when Hanzo wakes up in a cold sweat, heartbeat hammering in his chest and his dragons already out and ready to defend him from any threat. There’s moonlight filtering through a crack in the window, casting shadows across the room with shapes and sizes that do not scare him. He curses himself for these night terrors though, not liking any of these dreams that plague him but who doesn’t?

His body relaxes, his tense muscles unwinding and a hand reaching to the other side of the bed for the one source of comfort for such things. To help chase away the bad dreams even though he chastises himself that’s he’s over thirty and needs no such thing. Hanzo’s hand is already poised over where he knows where Jesse lays, probably snoring away but willing to get up for him any time any day.

Except there’s nobody there. He peeks an eye to the side just to see a brown hat resting on the sheets.

Hanzo bolts upright, a shout already rising up his throat because it all comes back to him. The fight, the darkness, waking up to realize that his lover isn’t there with him. That Jesse lays on a bed with machines and wires with Angela looking over him day and night for any signs of changes. The shout dies out into a pitiful groan, the hat taken and placed on his chest. Hanzo then takes deep breaths, running a hand down his face. He needs to calm down, needs to steady his fluttering heart because that’s what Jesse would coax him to do when this happens but he’s alone right now.

Hanzo is all alone and that scares him.

He’s so tired. Tired of all this waiting. Tired of waking up and almost in tears when he realizes it’s another day without Jesse fucking McCree in his life. Tired of playing this song and dance of getting his hopes up before they are crushed by the end of the day only to start up when the sun rises. An urge pulls him from the bed, the thought of seeing Jesse suddenly a priority.

The bowman is already out of his room, bare feet padding down the corridors to a destination he knows well before he realizes what he is doing. His dragons follow, worried and anxious as he is. Jesse’s hat is clutched in his fingers, the cherished item still smelling of the cowboy that helps soothe Hanzo during the worst nights.

It’s quiet in the base, the silence of the late hours appreciated but Hanzo’s mind is racing, shouting and spewing questions with no answers. As he passes Hana’s door he hears the Korean gamer shouting, albeit muffled. He cracks a small smile, remembering how Jesse liked to stay up with her and show her that even though he’s called old he’s still got some moves. His chest pangs though, the thought of Jesse not there like punch to the gut. The cowboy’s hat crinkles in his fists before he smooths it out with a gentle hand.

The medical wing comes into view too fast, too soon for his tastes but he presses forward. He waits outside the door to the infirmary, suddenly scared of what’s behind it. But a small part of him says that it’ll be alright, that when he steps in there will be that sunshine smile and kisses that’ll melt his heart all over again.

“It’s quite late, agent Shimada. What are you doing up?” Athena’s sudden voice startles the assassin from his thoughts, eyes darting from side to side to see if anyone had heard the AI.

“I am here for Jesse.” He knows the robot knows because he comes here all the time, asking for the same thing. The only other times he is present here is when Genji manages to get himself hurt, that protectiveness of an older brother something fierce that overcomes Hanzo when that happens. He will still deny such things though if anyone asked him.

“Angela forbids me but I can give you a few hours at best before she gets back.” Athena replies, the door sliding open and Hanzo smiles appreciatively as he passes through.

The smell of antiseptic hits him the second the door closes behind him but he ignores it as he goes into one of the rooms. There he hears a constant beep of a heartbeat he knows all to well, and his eyes rest upon none other than Jesse laying under the white hospital sheets. It looks wrong in every sense to him, to Jesse’s still form and to where the machines that keep him alive around him. There’s a chair next to his bed but Hanzo plainly ignores it and settles himself next to his lover, arms circling over Jesse’s stomach and under his back in a gentle hug.

“I had another nightmare.” Hanzo says before he realizes it, “I dreamt of the night I had almost killed Genji. I couldn’t look him in the eyes and if I did I knew that all I would find was hurt. I didn’t want to see what I had done and woke up instead and found you not there next to me.” Again. Hanzo refrains from saying that, not wanting to make the pain in his chest deeper.

All he hears in response is Jesse’s heartbeat monitor and the deep breaths the man takes in. Hanzo then rests his head on Jesse’s chest, finding that strong heartbeat he loves to hear so much but won’t say it out loud. He knows his lover eats up that sappy stuff like those movies of star crossed lovers that has the cowboy in tears and Hanzo lending his shoulder to cry on. It’s cheesy, so silly but his heart swells because it’s what makes Jesse Mcree even more special to the Japanese man.

“I miss you. I miss you so much.” He says, his throat tight but when he swallows the lump there refuses to go down. His eyes blur with tears and Hanzo lets them fall onto those pristine sheets, the small drops wetting the covers. He feels like its something better than what he sees Jesse laying in.

“I can’t sleep anymore, my love.” The Japanese man sniffles, the sound almost above the constant ‘beep beep’ he hears every time he visits. “It’s hard to sleep when you’re here, all hooked up and not moving. You like to move around, almost fall off our bed every night. You know how much I protest but I just want to hold you. You know that, right?”

There’s no response.

“I love you.” Hanzo murmurs before reaching out and moving a stray lock of hair out of the sleeping man’s face. He presses his lips to Jesse’s cheek, tucking his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder to inhale that scent he knows Jesse always has. It’s earthy, something spicy that immediately makes him think of the home he found in the man. His home, where his heart resides, where it’ll be protected at all costs no matter what and Hanzo would do the same for Jesse any day.

But these days he feels like that home is slipping away, drifting out to a place where he cannot go just yet. Hanzo still holds on, still keeps that stubbornness like a vice around the only man he knows he will love like no other.

His dragons must have felt how relaxed he is right now and decide to furl up around him and Jesse. One wiggles it’s way between him and the cowboy, managing to make itself comfortable in that small space before making a content noise and settling in. The other one finds a home over Jesse’s chest, watchful eyes looking up to the man that has their master in fits but makes him oh so happy all the same. It prods a nose at the sleeping man’s chin, disappointed in the lack of response. With a gentle nuzzle, it closes its eyes and rumbles something as it drifts off to sleep.

Hanzo is already deep asleep by the time Angela returns, his nightmares chased away again by the presence of his cowboy. The woman wants to scold the archer for this recurring habit but when she sees the bags under Hanzo’s eyes she refrains.

“Oh Jesse McCree how you worry everyone.” Not wanting to disturb the two, the doctor quickly checks up on Jesse and grabs a spare blanket. She gently drapes it over the two sleeping men, pressing a kiss to Jesse’s forehead before making her way out.

Hanzo dreams of an ocean stretched on to forever, the smell of the ocean breeze wafting past him. The sun is dipping low, casting beautiful lights across the waves in a array of colors that dance together. There’s no painter that can capture this moment, no person who can imitate such beauty. He’s on a steep cliff, the waves crashing below and the edge so close but there’s no danger. Then there’s a voice singing, rich and loud with so much spirit but Hanzo smiles nonetheless.

“Dance with me darlin’! The nights still young!” Hanzo laughs, facing away from the ocean to see none other than Jesse standing there, donning that cowboy getup he always does and a smile that can chase away any cloud in the sky.

Hanzo doesn’t want to wake up as he takes an outstretched hand, doesn’t want to wake up from this amazing dream. And Jesse just laughs, the perfect sound to Hanzo’s ears as the colors blend together as he and Jesse dance into the night.

honestly gay movies/media need!!! feelings and colors and lyricism it doesn’t need crappy intellectualized minimalism it needs to be FELT because this is how it can truly impact those of us that desperately need it to be real and heartfelt like I don’t…. want yet another indie movie in which someone blow their nose and they take five minutes to show it for x meta textual reason i need beautiful music and colors and light and most of all dedication from the people shooting and writing it… i need HEART

A Wonder Woman Discourse

I have a theory about Wonder Woman. Not about the lore, but about the production of the film itself.

I think I speak for a great deal of people when I say I was, to put it lightly, disappointed at the romance between Diana and Steve Trevor. It’s not a far stretch of the imagination to believe that Steve would’ve fallen in love with Diana in less than a week - we all fell for her in under two hours. The unbelievable part is that Diana would have fallen in love with him in that same time. She’s a woman who had never seen nor met a man before, born to a tribe of powerful, beautiful, confident women, told by just about everyone that she is strong and capable beyond her wildest dreams, reminded daily that it’s her duty and privilege to protect those around her, educated on men only in the context that they have the proper equipment for making babies and that’s all they’re good for, and we’re supposed to believe that she would fall deeply in love with a pessimistic, nay-saying man who takes every possible opportunity to tell her that she can’t do the things she wants to and is perfectly capable of doing? Not fucking likely, my guy. Not fucking likely at all. 

Further, at the beginning of the movie, it’s Antiope (her aunt, in case anyone missed her name) who is set up as being her inspiration. Antiope says, on more than one occasion, that Diana needn’t be afraid of pushing herself, that she is stronger than she believes and more powerful than she allows herself to be. It’s Antiope who believes in her before anyone else does, who trains her, who goes to the ends of her abilities to show Diana her true potential, whose final words are meant to impart wisdom, strength, and purpose to Diana. And in movies, that kind of shit is not coincidental. For all cinematic intents and purposes, Antiope should have been the one Diana thinks of and calls upon for the strength she needs in the final fight scene to defeat Ares. It should have been the memory of Antiope telling Diana not to be afraid, to meet her full potential of strength, that made her break out of those metal bonds and win the battle. 

But Hollywood had other ideas, and Patty Jenkins had to make compromises for the sake of getting her film made. I believe the original script was written with the above idea in mind: that Antiope would be the source of power needed for Diana to carry through. I mean, Diana’s headpiece, the one she puts on to become Wonder Woman, her iconic symbol, belonged to Antiope first for crying out loud. She’s literally wearing Antiope’s crest when she becomes the best and strongest version of herself. I believe that Antiope was meant to be Diana’s greatest love (a womanly and familial one) and her source of strength. 

But Hollywood didn’t like that. Hollywood said “ok so where’s the hot man that Diana falls in love with, whom we will not produce this movie without?” And our Lord and Savior Patty Jenkins rolled her eyes and said “hang on a sec.” And she only changed two aspects of the script. One, she added a kiss between Diana and Steve (which scene was entirely swathed in darkness and hard to distinguish - and that was not an accidental directing choice). And two, she decided that if Diana had to have a love interest, he was gon’ die. So she kept Antiope and all of her cinematic relevance to Diana’s character arc, but she also said that Diana loved Steve, and then killed Steve for the sake of Diana finally being triumphant in the end cause what else was she supposed to do with a forced romance like that?

So take heart, my fellow lovers of women and haters of forced romantic plots - Patty Jenkins is looking out for us. She had to play a game with the misogynistic big wigs in Hollywood in order to get Wonder Woman made and change the movie game forever. I think we can expect further greatness from her, and less and less of those sub-par hetero romances that we are all so deeply tired of. 

Nikkole: I think the hardest thing about being a mom is comparing myself to others.

I see the moms who cooked their kids an all organic three-course meal for dinner & I look at the second pizza I’ve ordered this week, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms whose kids rooms are decorated top to bottom like something that came out of a magazine and I look at my kids rooms, furnished by craigslist, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms that stay home with their kids everyday as I go to work at a job I hate, spending 10-12 hours away from my kids, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms who take their kids on vacations to Disneyland, while I find it hard to fit even a day trip to a water park in my budget, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the moms who dress their kids in the cutest designer clothes and I look at the clothes I’ve purchased from second hand shops for mine, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I see the homes they live in, with big backyards and security systems, while I rent a home in a neighborhood that I don’t even feel safe in, and I feel like I’m not good enough. I feel so guilty. I feel like I’m not giving my kids the life they deserve. I look at them & they’re so beautiful and perfect and I feel like they deserve a life that’s equally as beautiful and perfect. I feel bad that they got ME as their mom and not the perfect stay-at-home mom with the big house filled with nice things.

But when I walk in the door after a long day at work, they treat me like I’m THAT mom. Like I’m the best damn mom they could ever have. It’s in those moments that I realize that being the best mom isn’t about the things you have, it’s about the love & care you give. As long as you take good care of them & love them with all of your heart, kids could care less about the big house or the designer clothes. I may not be able to take them to Disneyland but we make forts in the living room and watch Disney movies. I may not be able to provide them an all organic diet, but I’m sure they probably enjoy the $5 pizza just a little bit more. I may not be able to buy the nicest clothes, but my son adores his minecraft shirts we found at Once Upon A Child. I may not have Pottery Barn themed bedrooms for them, but my son seriously loves the posters we found at Walmart to decorate his room & my daughter is obsessed with her castle fort I found at a mom 2 mom sale.

So in the end, I’ve realized I should really stop comparing myself. I work hard every day to become a better mom & person. I strive to one day give them that “picture perfect” life but for now… this is our life. It’s just a part of our journey. I think it’s time I relax and enjoy all these moments instead of always worrying if I’m good enough. At the end of the day, they think I’m the absolute best & that’s all that really matters. ❤️


BBC Sherlock is picking up where Casablanca left off. “The stage is set, the curtain rises, we are ready to begin…” Which is important, because before it was a film, Casablanca was an unproduced play.

First, I’d like to give credit to @deducingbbcsherlock for the original meta about John on the tarmac: ( x ) This post, is a follow-up of sorts, in that it deals with what happens afterward, and how we all land.

Take into account, that when Casablanca was made, the people we now think of as refugees, were still living the events. The film did create a rallying for those same people, and included refugees in its scenes. The LGBTQA+ viewers hoping for representation are the Sherlock refugees.

I included the images above, because of the blue/slightly rainbow lighting effect that occurs in the scenes, and due to pondering why they were having Mycroft watching an old movie (which we know was made for the show). Blue lights invariably spring up around anything involving Sherlock and John’s hearts (especially phones, bombs, and police lights). In the scene from T6T, the blue lights mimic a runway. In the first of the two images from TFP, after Sherlock breaks down the fourth wall, it even looks like he is coming down from a plane ramp.

From a previous piece I worked on:

Lights and Landing. I keep thinking it’s going to /come down/ to lights. On ASiB, Flight 007, the lights were out, and Nobody (TLD/Nemo TFP) was home (because they were all dead). During the stag night, Sherlock and John are drinking by a table, where Sherlock’s (heart) phone is left glowing blue next to four candles. If we’re still on the roof of TRF, John had his lights knocked out, but only after he and Sherlock escaped the police with their blue lights. In TEH, the lights are on the (heart) bomb. In HLV, Sherlock shoots Magnussen, and then a huge light lands on him from the helicopter. In TAB, Sherlock’s lights kept going out. In the flight of T6T, again everyone’s lights are out, except John’s. In TLD, Sherlock figures out the issue of the illuminated Miss Me from Eurus’s note, in the same way he noticed Help Me on the wall when Anderson missed it (which is also the text Sherlock sent Lestrade in TSoT that then results in blue lights through 221B’s curtains). In TFP, the little girl mentions seeing lights right before Sherlock figures out the code to locate John. We already know there is this recurring issue of projectors/projections/premonitions.

Which is why I don’t think it’s an accident that we go from the Casablanca-style scenes in HLV and TAB, to Sherlock and John beating Mary Rosemund to Morocco, in T6T. At the beginning of T6T, Sherlock says, ““I’m the target. Targets wait.” “How did you find me?” Mary asks. “I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he shrugs. He waited. For John. For her. There were premonitions…

Also, it works with the scenario of Victor Lazlo. Early in the movie, Victor Laszlo acquires a large scar over his left eye. The reason for the scar’s existence is never addressed in the movie. Likewise, @inevitably-johnlocked surmised that John has lost his left eye ( x ) In TFP, as a child, Eurus always has brown eyes–except in the scene where she is lighting the match. In that scene, it’s blue. I never understood why, until this.

The water scenarios we keep getting in S4, and the idea of TD-12 or a coma causing this to all be misinformation or somehow incorrect.

Captain Renault: What in heaven’s name brought you to Casablanca?

Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.

Captain Renault: The waters? What waters? We’re in the desert.

Rick: I was misinformed.

We’ve already had a parallel between Rick and Sherlock from TGG, albeit in reverse.

Rick: And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.

Captain Renault: That is my *least* vulnerable spot.

Then, there’s John as Ilsa. A blonde married to a blonde, pining over a dark-haired man that is represented as anti-social. Renault has the ability to mirror Sherlock or John.

Ilsa: It’s about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she’d heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him… with a feeling she supposed was love.

Now, we come to the parallels between the tarmac scene and TFP:

Another well-known story is that the actors did not know until the last day of shooting how the film was to end. (Delayed Sherlock scripts, and actors saying they didn’t know in advance where their story arcs were going.) In the case of Casablanca, this was later refuted… The original play (set entirely in the cafe) ended with Rick sending Ilsa and Laszlo to the airport. During scriptwriting, the possibility was discussed of Laszlo being killed in Casablanca, allowing Rick and Ilsa to leave together, but as Casey Robinson wrote to Hal Wallis before filming began, the ending of the film “set up for a swell twist when Rick sends her away on the plane with Laszlo. For now, in doing so, he is not just solving a love triangle. He is forcing the girl to live up to the idealism of her nature, forcing her to carry on with the work that in these days is far more important than the love of two little people.” (Remember, John is Ilsa) It was certainly impossible for Ilsa to leave Laszlo for Rick, as the production code forbade showing a woman leaving her husband for another man. (Much like the film code prevented TPLOSH from having Holmes and Watson as a gay couple). The concern was not whether Ilsa would leave with Laszlo, but how this result could be engineered. The problem was solved when the Epstein brothers, Julius and Philip, were driving down Sunset Boulevard and stopped for the light at Beverly Glen. At that instant the identical twins turned to each other and simultaneously cried out, “Round up the usual suspects!” (Which is literally what they did in S4, especially TFP. The key players are all rounded up, and we have our twins reference) By the time they had driven past Fairfax and the Cahuenga Pass and through the Warner Brothers studio’s portals at Burbank, in the words of Julius Epstein, “the idea for the farewell scene between a tearful Bergman and a suddenly noble Bogart” had been formed and all the problems of the ending had been solved.” (No loose ends…)

That issue of the Prime Minister, that came up in T6T? In the original play (the curtain rises, the scene is set), the correct PM is written: Weygand. In the subtitles for the English DVDs, it says De Gaulle. At the time of the film, he was head of the Free French government in exile, so a letter signed by him would have provided no benefit.

In the scene where Lazlo begins the national anthem, La Marseillaise, these are the lyrics:

Arise, children of the Fatherland! The day of glory has arrived! Against us, tyranny raises its bloody banner. Do you hear, in the countryside, the roar of those ferocious soldiers? They’re coming to your land to cut the throats of your women and children!

To arms, citizens! Form your battalions! Let’s march, let’s march! Let their impure blood water our fields!

John in TFP: Today, we have to be soldiers, Mycroft, soldiers. And that means to hell with what happens to us!

Sherlock: Soldiers.

John: Soldiers.

Going back to the first image, look at the name of the bar. The Attic. Where does Sherlock locate Eurus? In the attic (last image)…

Tellingly, this is what Umberto Eco said of the film (which originally, had a solid opening, but nothing meteoric) “Thus Casablanca is not just one film. It is many films, an anthology. Made haphazardly, it probably made itself, if not actually against the will of its authors and actors, then at least beyond their control. And this is the reason it works, in spite of aesthetic theories and theories of film making. For in it there unfolds with almost telluric force the power of Narrative in its natural state, without Art intervening to discipline it….When all the archetypes burst in shamelessly, we reach Homeric depths. Two clichés make us laugh. A hundred clichés move us. For we sense dimly that the clichés are talking among themselves, and celebrating a reunion. Eco also singled out sacrifice as one of the film’s key themes: "the myth of sacrifice runs through the whole film.” It was this theme which resonated with a wartime audience that was reassured by the idea that painful sacrifice and going off to war could be romantic gestures done for the greater good. (We’re back the Greek references that permeated S4, the status of Anteros at the beginning of the opening credits to the show, and the overall reception from viewers of TFP.)

Also, remember Mark saying: “I’m a gay man. This is not an issue. But we’ve explicitly said this is not going to happen—there is no game plan—no matter how much we lie about other things, that this show is going to culminate in Martin and Benedict going off into the sunset together.” Well, if John as Ilsa has vacated the premises, and left that part of himself with Mary, it makes sense. Because, at the end of Casablanca, Rick walks off into the fog with Captain(!) Renault.

Regarding the clues we’ve been getting about 6, 40, & 27. In the summer of 1940, the 27-year-old teacher Murray completed the play in six weeks with the collaboration of Joan Alison. It was never shown as such until London in 1991, for 6 weeks.

Tagging @graceebooks @impatient14 and @whimsicalethnographies @may-shepard @jenna221b because they replied to some of the minor bits I added onto existing posts, which then became this…thing. Anyway, thanks for reading.


There was a time in which some bitter fans of these two men passed their time saying how much the other wouldn’t accomplish anything after Glee, than they hate each other and I’m sure that some of them, or worst, other people involved, using the excuse of us “tinahatting” over Tlos, are filling some ask boxes with hate toward us.

Useless action, if you ask me. It’s the life itself that every time shows us how wonderful and talented these men are and how a poor excuse of human being are those people harassing. Tinahatting… I always considered that one of my best features here because it’s totally married with a desire of searching with knowledge of Seo. And because it’s no tinahatting at all. But when people are envious or have an agenda we suddenly become the crazy ones.

You know that it takes a fool to remain sane, right?

I’m at one point here that I’m totally proud of them because they are accomplishing so much that my heart sometimes burst for the pride. And I know that I will still see more by them in the future.

Tlos movie is one of the best things ever and Chris talking about glee people in it funny af. I can imagine haters saying: it Will be fun when Darren won’t be involved. Well if he will be I will probably die so… ;) if not… where is the problem in our “fantasies?” They don’t cause any problems. And I bet there are people even judging our little observations about the the “fan stuff corner”. Oh honey.. I’m imaging how they would speak about assistant and the lovable couples. Been here, done that.

We can talk for days with this kind of people even showing them pr books but… whatever. These hateful people are fully living in their hate. So they don’t matter, THEY ARE NOTHING. What is important here are Chris and Darren. First of all alone and then together. Two amazing men always ready to give to the world their best. And make us happy to be their fans. And it’s some kind of wonderful to me.

Because let’s face it: when people send hate and similar mocking etc… well their life has to be so sad that sometimes i’m tempted to feel sorry for them. “Tempted” the keywords here.

Tlos and acs: here I am waiting for you!! 😊

Does it ever just hit you on how long Diaval and Maleficent were together? Like, you’ve got 16 years of Aurora’s life, along with the nine months for her to be born, and then who knows how long, from Maleficent asking Diaval to be her servant, to the point Diaval told Mal of Stefan and his queen having a baby.

Like, wow…

I mean, I’m pretty certain it stopped being mistress and servant at one point when Diaval actually wants to help her, and they spend so much time together all those years, heck they raised a child.

I just-

Headcannon: A few months after the whole castle battle and death of Stefan, they realise…well, Maleficent realises she has feelings for Diaval (it’s obvious Diaval figured his out a bit earlier considering all those sad puppy longing looks he gave her in the movie) and flying together just brings them closer and it takes a while, as both are shy, and Maleficent will be wary of wanting to put her heart out there again, considering the crap she went through. But yep, they fall in love, and have a half faerie baby with HUGE crow wings as well as thorns on their head.

No I haven’t had this on the brain at all.

Fangs (Jelix)

Author’s Note:

Based on a couple asks from @kissmefelix’s Tumblr blog.

4148 Words

Mild Gore warning

Boy X Boy

JackSepticEye and Felix (Jelix/SepticPie)


Jack was visiting Felix in Brighton. Felix was excited to be able to see his friend again. They didn’t really get to talk to each other face to face.

At the moment Felix was looking around the house for Jack. But he didn’t seem to be there “Jack?” Felix called. It was like the Irishman had disappeared.

This wasn’t like the Irishman and Felix was becoming a little worried “Jack! C'mon Bro…” Felix called again.

The Swede found himself in the kitchen. That was when he noticed something bright green outside. Why was Jack in the back garden? Had he went outside to play with the pugs? Surely there was a logical explanation. There had to be.

Felix opened the back door as he said “There you are man. I’ve been looking for you.” But as Jack turned around, Felix was consumed by fear his eyes widening and his breath hitching in his throat as he reflexively stepped back. Jack’s eyes were crimson red, his upper canine teeth were long, pointed and sharp, a red liquid was smeared around his lips, some on his chin and even staining the collar if his t-shirt. In Jacks hand was a rabbit corpse…

Jack’s eyes were wide, dropping the rabbit he tried to defend himself “Felix I can explain.” Jack’s voice was a little deeper than normal his throat still cloaked in the blood from the rabbit.

Felix shook his head as he used his fingers to create a cross holding it up in front of Jack fear his only emotion. Felix backed away a little, his heart pounding in his chest. This couldn’t be real. If it was that meant Jack was…A vampire? Those are just scary stories and shitty movies aren’t they?

If that was the case what explained all of this? Nothing…

Jack saw Felix using his fingers to make a cross. Jack let out a sigh as he lifted his hand taking Felix’s wrist gently and lowering it as he spoke calmly “That doesn’t work. It just looks little stupid. Felix I-” but Jack was cut off as Felix yelled pulling his wrist from Jack’s grasp and backing away “Stay away from me!” Jack was about to say something when Felix turned and ran upstairs.

Jack needed to explain himself, he needed to let Felix know what was going in. God only know what was going through the Swedes mind.

Felix ran into his bedroom slamming the door shut and sitting with his back against it. He couldn’t let Jack in. What was even going on? Was he actually considering that vampires were real? That his friend was one such creature and he never knew.

Felix heard a knock against the door before Jacks voice called softly and calmly “Felix.” Felix shook his head “G-Go away!” Felix heard Jack sigh “Ya don’t have t’ let me in…An’ I promise I ain’t gonna do anything yer not comfortable with. But can we please talk about this?”

The calm tone that Jack used help to ease Felix just a little. He cleared his throat as he said “I’m listening.” Felix noticed the floor boards outside the door creaking. Jack must’ve sat down “Felix I…I hope you know that no matter what ya saw. We’re still friends. At least fer me this doesn’t change anything…” Felix took a moment to compose himself “What was that…And no bullshit…” there was a slight pause but Felix didn’t rush the other. He waited patiently for a reply “Don’t freak out…But…I’m…a vampire. What ya saw was…me…Well…I had just finished drinking blood from that rabbit…I-I thought ya were busy. I never expected ya t’ see me like that.” Felix felt paralysed. Jack really was a vampire.

No. Jack was a vampire. In his home… There was silence Felix unable to say anything. So Jack continued “Felix I…I hope ya know I’d never hurt you. Or anyone…It’s why I went after that rabbit…At least till I got home.” Jack’s calm tone did make this whole thing a little easier for Felix to comprehend. But it was still a lot. Felix cleared his throat “How long before ya told me? Or any of our friends?” A nervous chuckle from Jack “Well…I honestly didn’t…It ain’t something I’m proud of…I know what people think. But Felix I ain’t a monster. Or a killer…" 

Felix let out a shaky breath "And if you never planned to tell me…Your so called friend…How do you expect me to trust you now!” Felix heard Jack sigh “I know it’s gonna be hard t’ trust me…I know all the horror stories surrounding vampires…But please Felix. Yer one of my closest friends.” there was a pause before Jack asked “Won’t ya open the door?” Felix shook his head “No. I won’t…I-I don’t know if I can trust you anymore Jack!" 

Jack could understand Felix’s feelings, he let out a sigh as he said "Okay, I can understand that. But how about we talk?” On the other side of the door Felix shifted his position as he said somewhat confused “Talk?” Jack bit his lip as he thought about how to word what he wanted to say “Yeah…I mean…Is there something you want to know? Ask me questions and I’ll answer ya honestly. Ya deserve that." 

Felix was silent for a moment as he considered what he could ask.

Jack wanted Felix to feel comfortable, after all they were friends.

After a while of silence Felix asked “If…If you are a vampire have you…Have you ever-“ Jack cut Felix off “I don’t go after people as a blood source. When I do it’s a family member or someone who has agreed to let me. I’ve never harmed or killed anyone.” Behind the door, Felix nodded. It wasn’t that he had asked Jack that question because he thought Jack was a killer, but like most people he knew the stories of vampires. That they were merciless killers, that they gained a person’s trust before they took their chance to kill the person. Felix really wanted to trust Jack, but something told him he should be cautious, that he should be wary.



Felix asked quiet a few questions, he found out that Jack was born a vampire, that his father was a vampire and his mother a human, out of five children two took on the gene, Jack and his eldest sister Roisin. He found out that because Jack was born a vampire, he displayed no vampiric traits until the age of 16. Jack explained it as a ‘coming on age’ type thing.

Slowly Felix calmed a little. But he still refused to let Jack into his room. For as much as he had managed to calm, he was still very wary of Jack.

Jack had decided he would cook some food for himself and Felix. Hoping that if he did something that Felix considered normal it would help to ease his nerves.

Jack finished his cooking, he had chosen to make soup. He put some in a bowl carrying it upstairs for Felix.

Jack stood outside Felix’s room as he knocked on the door, he waited. But got on reaction from Felix. So he tried again knocking as he called “Felix?” once more he waited and once again got no reply. Jack was beginning to worry about Felix. He knocked on the door calling again “Felix please! Jus’ let me know yer okay!” once more no reply. Jack was becoming desperate he knocked on Felix’s door again yelling “Felix, let me know yer okay. Or I’ll come in there like it or not!” and just like every other time he got no reply. That was it, Jack needed to know that Felix was okay.

Jack put the soup down on the floor near away from the door as he took hold of the door handle pulling it down. Felix hadn’t locked the door, which made Jack’s job easier. He pushed the door open as he looked around the room, he saw Felix sat against the wall his head lulled forwards as he breathed lightly. He had fallen asleep.

Jack let out a relieved sigh as all of his worry left him, carefully Jack picked Felix up cradling older male in his arms. Felix was surprisingly light. Jack carried the sleeping swede over to the bed laying him down carefully and covering him over with the duvet. Jack turned away from Felix as he left the bedroom closing the door quietly.


Felix woke feeling warm and comfortable. Nothing felt wrong. He smiled contently. For a moment he was allowed to feel calm, happy and content.

Until like some sort of heavy weight, the reality of yesterday came crashing down on him. Felix sat up looking around breathing fast. He remembered being sat near the door yesterday. Why was he now in bed?

Felix didn’t have long to think about it, he could hear the floor-boards on the stairs creaking. Jack must be coming upstairs. Quickly, Felix laid back down pulling the duvet close to him and closing his eyes. Maybe, if Jack thought he was asleep he would leave him alone. Besides, what could Jack do from outside. Felix knew that vampires had to be invited in before they could do anything.

There was a soft knock on Felix’s door before the latch clicked, Felix had his eyes open just enough to see, but Jack wouldn’t know he was awake. Jack stepped inside the room as he called out softly “Felix? Are ye awake? I brought ya some breakfast.” Felix remained silent, he felt his heart skip a beat as Jack set the tray he was carrying on the table close to the door, before he began to approach the bed. Felix remained silent and still, in his head begging Jack to just leave. Jack sat down on the bed next to Felix, placing a hand on his shoulder as he shook his gently calling “Felix, wake up…” Felix knew he couldn’t fake being asleep any longer. He allowed his eyes to flutter open as he turned and looked at Jack. Jack didn’t look like he did yesterday, his eyes where the bright blue orbs Felix was familiar with, he wore a kind smile.

Maybe yesterday had been a dream, it had to be there was no such thing as- “How are you feeling? Are ya okay after yesterday?” he stood corrected. Felix froze at the question “Y-Yesterday?” Jack nodded “Yeah, ye were passed out so I put ya in bed.” For whatever reason. Felix’s mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that after falling asleep Jack had bitten him. Panic kicked in and Felix stood up quickly retreating to the other side of the room as he put his hands over the sides of his neck.

Jack could see the absolute fear in Felix’s eyes. Jack already knew what Felix had assumed he stood up taking a step towards Felix, but Felix pulled away more. Jack let out a sigh “Felix nothing happened. All we did was talk yesterday, at some point after I went t’ make some food ya fell asleep. I had tried to bring yer food t’ ya, but I got no answer from knocking on the door, so I came in ya were asleep on the floor so I put ya in bed. That’s it.” Felix seemed to relax letting out a shaky breath.

Jack’s gaze moved away as he said “I’ll leave you…I brought ya some toast and a cup of coffee…It’s on the table near the door.” Jack walked passed Felix and left the bedroom closing the door behind him. Although Felix did not completely relax until he heard the stairs creaking. Felix truly did want to trust Jack, they had been friends for so long and it seemed a little petty to through such a friendship like that away. But then again, Felix couldn’t seem to settle around Jack anymore.


Jack had resorted to reblogging stuff on Tumblr and answering asks. He heard the stairs creaking as he looked to see Felix, finally out of his room for the first time since he saw Jack with the rabbit yesterday. But Jack knew he shouldn’t make a big thing out of it. So he continued to reblog things on Tumblr.

Jack noticed Felix enter the room and sit on the couch opposite the chair where Jack was currently sat. He could hear Felix’s heartbeat, it was fast. Fear, was the cause of Felix’s erratic heat-beat. But Jack knew mentioning it wouldn’t do either if the pair any favours.

Silence filled the room, an awkward tension keeping both men from saying anything. But neither like the atmosphere, nor the silence, they needed to air things, they needed to talk properly. But where did they start? Without words, without looking at each other. The pair knew they were thinking the same thing. Felix swallowed thickly trying to break the silence and ease the tension “How are you?” Jack looked up from his phone placing it on his lap as he met Felix’s gaze “I’m okay, you?” Felix shrugged, he was staring at Jack’s eyes. Those vibrant blue pools that seemed to reflect all the light they absorbed. Felix’s throat felt like it had closed up on him. Jack’s gaze flickered away and Felix felt unknown tension leave him. Jack bit his lip as he said “It’s good t’ see ya up. I was worried about ya, ya know?”

“Why?” Felix asked without thought, he quickly covered his mouth looking away “Forget it anyway…” Jack shook his head smiling at Felix softly, it was a kind smile “Hey, don’t dismiss yerself so easily like that. It was a fair question…” Jack paused for a moment before shrugging “I…Don’t really know why I was worried. I jus’…Was…” Felix nodded his head a little. His fingers were gripping tightly at his knees. Jack noticed. He stood himself up and he walked towards Felix. Felix froze in Jack’s gaze again, he opened his mouth to ask what Jack was doing, but his words failed him, coming out as little more than a distressed whimper. The whimper caused Jack to pause for a moment. But he knew he had to try and clear things.

Jack stood in front of Felix who looked at Jack, scared. Jack could see the look clearly in his friends eyes. Jack knelt down. He placed one of his hands on top of one of Felix’s hands that was gripping tightly at his own knee. Jack stared at their hands for a moment before his gaze moved back to Felix. He wanted to smile and tell Felix everything was okay. But it wasn’t and they both knew that “Felix. I understand this is weird fer ya…Honestly, I do. But I’ve always been like this from the first time we ever talked. Nothing has changed fer me…In fact, the only thing that has changed, is ya know what I am now…” Jack removed his hand from Felix’s as he stood up. His gaze moved away as he said “I used the last of yer bread this mornin’. I’m gonna go t’ the shop to get some more. Want anything?” Felix shook his head. But couldn’t get words to form. Jack nodded his head a little as he turned and left.

Felix sat there for a while. Replaying what Jack had said in his head. Ultimately, he knew that Jack had but their situation in simple terms. And honestly, it all seemed stupid really when put that bluntly. But to Felix it was a lot more than just “finding out” Jack had never attempted to tell him. Not even once and Jack admitted that he never considered telling him. Would Jack had just lied to him for the rest of their lives? Not only that, but what else was Jack hiding from him. Felix had some many questions and doubts, no amount of talking would solve that. He didn’t know how to fix it.


Felix was cutting up some smoked sausage to add to the left overs of Jack’s soup from yesterday. Felix noticed Jack at the sink as he got himself a glass of water.

Preoccuiped with watching Jack, Felix wasn’t paying attention to what he was cutting. He felt the cold metal blade against his finger and quickly dropped the knife cursing “Jävla helvete!” Jack turned to look at Felix who was holding the middle finger of his left hand. Jack didn’t need to ask Felix to know what was wrong, he could smell Felix’s blood. Jack approached Felix cautiously as he said “Hear.” Jack held out his hand but Felix pulled away. Jack let out a sigh as he said “Don’t worry, I just want to see the wound.” Felix studied Jack for a short moment before he reluctantly placed his hand face up on top of Jack’s. Jack used his free hand to ghost his finger from Felix’s palm to the top of his middle finger, the finger Felix had cut. Felix hissed as Jack’s finger passed over the cut. Jack’s gaze moved up to Felix as he said “You felt that?” Felix nodded “Y-Yeah.” Jack nodded with a soft smile as he said “Jus’ a small cut then. I’ll get ya something t’ cover that with.” Jack opened one of the cupboard in Felix’s kitchen pulling out a first-aid kit. He collected an antiseptic wipe and a plaster before returning to Felix’s side.

Without a word Jack opened the antiseptic wipe cleaning Felix’s wound, drawing a few hisses and less than quiet curses from the Swede. Jack then opened the plaster and placed it over Felix’s cut to protect it. When he had finished, Jack’s gaze moved up to meet Felix’s. Jack smirked as he said “All better. Ya think ya’ll be okay t’ finish?” Felix nodded a little “Y-Yeah…Thanks.” Jack shrugged “No problem, it’s not like I did anything special.” Jack turned and left the kitchen.

Felix was honestly a little surprised that Jack had been able to act so…Human? Was that the way he should word it? After all, normally in stories as soon as a vampire smells blood they end up going crazy and killing whoever cut themselves. But Jack was so calm, he cleaned Felix’s wound not only that but he hadn’t had red eyes or anything the hole time. Felix didn’t see Jack’s fangs at all and Jack didn’t ask to lick his finger, he didn’t even lick his own when Felix knew that Jack should’ve had blood on his fingers. Maybe Felix had been too quick to judge Jack. Maybe the things he knew about vampires were stories. Only Jack would know, but Felix could find out. He just had to calm himself down and learn to trust Jack. Or at least try to trust Jack and maybe in time, he would see that Jack wasn’t some evil creature, he wasn’t a monster, he was just Jack.



It had been five days since Felix found out about Jack. Jack had gone upstairs almost an hour ago and he hadn’t come back down. Felix was worried about his friend. Why had he been so long? Had he fell asleep? Not likely, this was JackSepticEye he was talking about, he was never tired and maybe Jack’s seemingly endless amount of energy made sense now.

Felix made his way up the stairs calling out to his friend “Jack!” no reply. Which worried Felix. Jack was the loudest person he knew, quiet was not good when it came to Jack. Felix noticed the door to the guest room left open slightly.

Without thinking twice Felix entered the room. His eyes looked around the room, Jack was sat in the far corner of the room, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head in his lap. Jack was physically shaking. Worry took over as Felix ran to Jack’s side kneeling beside him “Jack! Oh god Jack are you okay!?” Jack swallowed thickly as he managed to choke out “Fe-lix…Stay away…” this did nothing for Felix’s growing concern “No Jack! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Jack shook his head. But gave no verbal answer. Felix didn’t know what to do, what could be wrong? Felix grabbed Jack’s shoulders as he said “Sean! I-I need to know what’s wrong so I can help you!” Jack looked up slowly. Felix could see Jack’s eyes glowing a bright crimson red colour, Jack’s mouth was opening a little and Felix could clearly see two long, pearl, white, sharp fangs. Felix almost pulled away, but this wasn’t like Jack. In four days, Jack had only saw Jack’s eyes and fangs once. Literally just after Jack had drained a rabbit of its blood. Seeing Jack like this now, something was DEFINITELY wrong. Jack turned his head away, a soft whimper coming from his as he chocked “I’m so thirsty…Please Felix…Jus’ leave me…When night falls I’ll go out and I’ll go into the woods.”

Felix bit his lip. The thought, the one that had come into his head as soon as he heard the word ‘thirsty’ made him beyond nervous. But he wanted to help his friend. Felix let out a sigh as he said “Bite me…” Jack looked at Mark shocked. Had he really? He couldn’t have “What?” Jack asked sounding confused and surprised. Felix nodded “Go ahead…Bite me Jack. I honestly don’t mind.” Felix could feel his heart beating a mile a minute. Threatening to leap from his chest. Jack moved a little closer to Felix. Felix watched as Jack adjusted his position before sitting Felix on his lap. Jack looked at Felix. His crimson red eyes locked against Felix’s crystal blue eyes. Jack swallowed thickly as he said “Are you sure?” Felix nodded wordlessly. Tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes.

Felix felt cold breath beating against his exposed neck, causing him to shiver. Jack’s arms wrapped around Felix in an almost comforting embrace. Jack whispered as he leaned in a little closer “Don’t worry Felix. It will sound weird…But it doesn’t hurt…” Felix didn’t say anything. He felt Jack’s lips against his neck, he felt Jack’s fangs pierce his skin. But it was a numb feeling. He knew that Jack’s fangs where there, but it didn’t hurt. Felix could hear as Jack began to drink his blood. Felix’s eyes closed as he hummed a slightly dazed and dreamy hum. It certainly sounded weird to admit, but this was quiet a calming feeling.

It wasn’t long before Jack pulled away from Felix, licking a few drops of blood from the side of Felix’s neck. For Felix, the bite wound now stung a little, it was the sort of sting you get after an injection. Jack’s arms let go of Felix as he took a step back. Felix almost protested when he felt Jack’s arms leave him, but he stopped himself. Felix half smiled at Jack as he said “See? Wasn’t that bad…And I bet you feel better?” Jack nodded as he spoke, his tone a little deeper his throat still cloaked in a little bit of Felix’s blood “Yeah, thanks Felix.” Jack cleared his throat before continuing “It means a lot to me that you let me do that…Not everyone would.” Felix shrugged a little as he said “Don’t worry about it.”

But Jack wasn’t about to let the subject slide so easily. He took hold of Felix’s wrist as he pulled him a little closer “N-No Felix…I mean…That was a pretty intimate things…I…I should be honest…” Jack rubbed the back of his neck his gaze moving away “I’ve been thinking about this for a while…It’s been on my mind a lot more this week…I…I like you Felix…” Felix wasn’t sure how to react. He bit his lip. He had to admit that he had been crushing on the young Irishman for a while. And this week the main reason he had been so jumpy was because he was conflicted as to how he felt. But when he heard Jack’s confession. He realised he felt the same way “Y-Yeah…Well…Me too…” Jack’s eyes widened as he looked at Felix “You what?” Felix nodded “Yeah…It’s been on my mind for a while and I was conflicted after…Ya know…Seeing you the way I did this week…But I managed to stop thinking about that so much as I’ve got to know that…Even if you are a vampire, you’re still an amazing, kind and caring guy. You have such a huge want to please and do the best for everyone and you go out of your way to do just that…I love you Jack.” Jack smiled as his arms wrapped around Felix’s middle, he pulled Felix close as he kissed Felix’s lips softly before whispering “I love you too.”

Walk In Love~ Enzo Amore Imagine

Originally posted by jimdrugfree

Requested by anon

Enzo x You

A/N : I change this a bit. People tell me I have the magic fingers, I disagree. Writers like @bladeambrose10, @lonelunaticgirl, @wwe-smutfics, @ambootyos , @hiitsmecharlie and many more do. 

Curled up in bed, you couldn’t go anywhere today. Runny nose and sore throat. 

“ Stupid cold” You muttered, a bunch of tissues on the floor, on the bed and all around you. Flipping the tv, today was your day off from work. Enzo was coming over to hang out with you, you forgot all about him. 

“ Shit!” You reached over to get your phone from besides you, scrolling to the text icon, pressing it searching for your boyfriend’s name. 

“ Don’t come over, I’m sick. I don’t want you to catch anything” You sent him before curling in bed as you watched TV. Occasionally sneezing wiping your nose, you had soup before. The carton from the soup laid out on the table next to you. 

Your phone dinged, looking at the text that Enzo sent you, “ Don’t worry about it sweet cheeks, I am coming over. Be prepared to be cuddled hardcore”  A small smile made it’s way to your lips, he was stubborn. 

Knock came to the door, wrapping a blanket around you, red nose, your hair in a messy bun with baggy clothes on. You had on Enzo’s hoodie on with a pair of sweats and socks before you walked over to answer the door. 

Enzo stood on the other side with a bag in his hands, “ Oh you look terrible mama” He said once he saw the state you were in. 

“ Thanks, what I wanted to hear” As you spoke, he frowned at the sound of your raspy voice. “ I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll take care of you. Doctor Amore at your service” 

Walking back to bed, crawling under the covers facing him. He walked over, settling the bag down. Your eyes went to the bag wondering what was in it. 

“ I got you some stuff “ He took out more soup, medicine, movies, chocolate, some more tissues and bottles of water. 

Reaching over the medicine, you gave him the look like do I really have to take this. He laughed, taking the box away. “ Yes, you have to take it. I know you hate the taste.” 

Scrunching up your nose, you moved away from him as he opened the box and got out a spoon from the bag, he poured the medicine into the spoon before glancing at you.

“ Don’t make me chase you because I will Y/N” You crawled to the other side of the bed shaking your head. He sighed before walking to the other side where you where but you shifted to the other side. 

“ Just take the medicine babe. It will help” You shook your head sticking out your tongue at him. “ Please mama, for me?” He pouted, showing you those brown eyes and that pout. Huffing, you put your arms across your chest opening your mouth.

He fed you the spoon of medicine, at the taste, you made a face before swallowing it. The medicine made you shiver in disgust. “ Not that bad?” You eyed the chocolate he brought you, taking it opening it. Taking one to get rid of the taste in your mouth. 

Enzo sat next to you on the bed, he took of his shoes before bringing you to his side. You settled on his chest, his fingers raked through your hair. Hearing his heartbeat, you counted until your eyes closed as you fell asleep in his arms. 

Fluttering your eyes opened, you were still laying on Enzo’s chest but he was just watching TV. Sitting up, he rubbed your back turning his head towards you.

“ Sleep good?” You nodded your head laying back down on the pillow next to you. “ How do you feel mama?” 

“ Better” You said, your voice was a little better but you still felt crappy. “ Good, you need all the rest you can get and be warmed up”He turned to his side, resting his hand on your hip underneath the sheets, rubbing circles as he watched you nuzzle your nose into the pillow.

“ Have I told you how adorable you are?” Meeting his eye, your lips lifted up into a smile. With anything he says, he could make your day. 

“ Your handsome” You mumbled to him, a blush came to his cheeks as he bite his lip. He turned to face you, leaning over his kissed your cheek.

Pulling away, you frowned at him. “ I don’t care if you are sick, I’d kiss you anyways.” 

Taking his hand from your hip, you interlace your fingers through his , he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your palm. Little things he did like this made you happy and be around him more than you thought you would be around a man. 

You loved him with all your heart. 

“ Thank you for being here with me and taking care of me Zo. I love you” He smiled wide hearing those words.

“ Always going to be here for you Y/N. I love you too, your my girl” You moved closer burying your face in his shoulder, “ How about we watch those movies and I make you some soup?” 

You nodded your head, he left your side for a moment as he picked out a movie. He asked what kind, “ I don’t care as long as you come back to cuddle.” He chuckled before picked out a movie and went to make you some soup. 

As the movie started, he came back into the room giving you the spoon and soup. “ Careful it’s hot” 

Sitting up, you took it with your hands, he kissed your forehead before settling down next to you.

Looking over at him, he was amazing and you didn’t know what you did or say to deserve him. But you loved him with all your heart and weren’t planning on letting him go any time soon or never.