I remember wanting a friend. I remember late at night wishing I had strong arms to hold me. I remember writing him, not knowing who he was, or where- just because I wished I could talk to him. I remember longing for more. I remember feeling ready. But all those prayers never fell on deaf ears, and while I wanted to be impatient, I gave up all these things to Him. I spent some nights in tears, crying out, hoping He hadn’t forgotten me- but I let Him lead me to what He had in store. I had no idea it would unfold so wonderfully.
Sometimes, that desire for a companion can well up so intensely you almost feel miserable. It’s okay to desire something good so deeply. I did. Over and over, I had to turn that desire over to God and entrust Him with it. If you are single, please- do not despise your singleness. I know if you
have the desire for more, it can be hard- but listen, singleness is such a
Take it from a young woman who spent 25 years single, had one break-up, and married her best friend less than a month ago. I love being married; but coming back to where I spent most of my time single, I was reminded of the sweetness of that time. I wish I could speak to the girl I was and reassure her how beautifully God had everything planned out. But then, I realize- isn’t that what He whispered in those moments to me?
Yesterday, I took the familiar wide open road to visit the home
I grew up in. My parents weren’t home, so I cleared the table and took my
favorite spot in the kitchen. I spent so many mornings there –every morning
there- with God, studying the Bible, alone with Him. Feelings rushed to me
being there again.
Not very long ago,
this was my home.
I sat at this very
table and spent time with You.
My Bible open, right
along with my heart, You were my Best Friend.
Many times, my only
You never abandoned
You always understood
You loved me and I loved
you, deeply, fully, without reservation.
I remember one January
spending hours every day, that entire month, just feasting on learning from
You. I was learning a lot about being a godly woman, about godly relationships- I felt challenged. I was so hungry for more. There was nothing I was holding back, no area I didn’t open up to you. I grew so much. Truth was pouring into me and saturating my
I’m still close to
But a lot happened
between that time, those moments with You, and today.
I’m married, I have a
new home, another Best Friend, it’s not only me and You now.
Yet I’m back at this
table, wanting that same friendship as fiercely as before.
Not because I’ve lost
But because the I miss
the girl I was in those days.
Perhaps it was the innocence between the hurt. Before I experienced the pain of trusting my heart to someone else.
Before any man had
touched my heart or soul- when I was only Yours.
Not because Kyle
doesn’t love me well, but because no man has ever loved me as perfectly as You-
And no man can love
without it being broken.
I miss the safety of
being single, the purity of keeping myself only for God, the sacredness of You
knowing me best.
Yet how You’ve revealed Your love for me through giving me such a gift in Kyle. Yet how You taught me about Your truth and nature and heart for me through the times I was met with the opposite. How clear it is to me what Your love looks like. Through heartbreak I learned better ways. My eyes were opened to my own depravity, my need for grace, the depth of it You extend to me, and the forgiveness that doesn’t play favorites. If I hadn’t been through a breakup, I wouldn’t have grown in ways I needed. The brokenness was used to make me whole.
You used it all for good.
But here I am, having all I could dream, and wanting still-
Because still, my heart yearns for You.
Nothing and no one, still, ever compares to You.
You don’t get married and everything is good now- because we were created for more than another human heart can satisfy. We were created for an infinite God with infinite love for us!
If you think, being single, dating, or engaged that all your issues will just go away if you were just married already- know that the main purpose of marriage is to sanctify you.
Exactly the same thing God is doing when you are single.
There is nothing to covet in being married as opposed to
being single. Be content where God has you! It is good. It is meant to be enjoyed. Find your joy there, in Christ. Because if you can’t find your joy in Christ while being single, let me just confirm it will just as difficult when you are married. Let Him be your source of joy. Don’t make a relationship your goal. Make your heart resting in Him, closeness with Him, your desire.
Everything is good for our growth in God’s perfect timing. The
wrong timing brings a different kind of growing- one that’s painful. Don’t seek
something for the pleasure. Every other pleasure will fade away and not fully
satisfy if you idolize it, no matter how desirable it may seem. There is no pleasure greater than knowing
God. The safety of singleness or marriage, they’re both good. The delicate
balance of what you pursue between is the hardest. In marriage, there is only a
new level of relationship shared, one where the bond is greater. Because you
are not just one, you are one with someone else. It’s not one plus one plus God
equals three. It’s one plus one equals one plus God equals one. You all are
striving for one. There’s nothing like that, relationally, until marriage.
That’s the main difference between being single and being married and your
relationship with God.
I love my husband. I love being married! I love loving God
with my husband. I love being one with him, and seeking to have one heart with
God together. There is so much beauty in growing together. There’s probably
nothing more awesome than when you feel one. One mind, one spirit, one heart,
one desire, one purpose, one physically. When you marry, you both are two different people and
it takes work to become one- it’s not automatic. “One” doesn’t mean the same
person, it more means in agreement, not separate or divided. I’m not going to
be Kyle, he is his unique self. He is not going to be me, either- he can’t. But
together, we balance and complement each other in a way that were one is weak,
the other’s strength plays in. This is how we serve each other. This is how we
work as one together. And it’s a beautiful picture of how God sustains both of
us in loving each other- where we are weak, He is strong.
You don’t want to desire the right thing at the wrong time.
You don’t want to be distracted with the wrong thing in the right time. You want to trust
God’s timing and seek Him every step of the way. If you are demanding Him to
bring what you want to you, chances are you not being patient with His timing. I know it’s hard, it was hard for me. Still, you can trust Him. If you have given up, chances are you are doubting His ability to fulfill that
desire. Have hope. Leave that hope in His capable hands. He can do way better
than your plans for yourself. I promise.
I’ve forgiven and healed from the times I’ve gotten hurt.
I’ve learned from the times I suffered. The best advice I can pass on is always
turn toward God. Never stop. If you have to, run to Him. He’ll catch you. He’ll embrace you. He’ll comfort you. If you need anything, Jesus is the one you need to look to. He always
loves you, He cares for you, He’s going to be there. Also: never, ever believe
the lies that come to you when you’re weak. Tell them to shut up, and shut them down immediately. Don’t even ponder them, don’t give them room. Reject them. Speak the truth instead. Repeat it
and stand firm on it. Lies will destroy you from the inside out and mess with
your perception. Don’t even let them in.
Marriage is vulnerability. Marriage is not stapled by being alone or keeping your heart hidden. It’s laid bare, swung wide open- and you not only entrust it to God, but also to the care of your spouse. That’s a wild adventure!
If you are single, enjoy the sweetness of that time. It can be sweet. Be alone with God. Grow. Learn contentment. If you are dating, don’t idolize that relationship and stay free in God’s will for you. If you are engaged, keep accountable and patient. God has good for you. He is the greatest love you will ever enjoy, so get lost in that and let Him care for you. He’s got you.
“Great job, Chaton,” Ladybug stood proudly after their customary fist bump on a top of the Eiffel Tower, her sight focused somewhere in the city, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yet it didn’t reach her eyes for some reason, her mind obviously occupied by something else, something way more important than her lovesick partner by her side. Even her fighting today was a little distracted, Chat noted. Something was definitely bothering his Lady. Maybe, he should…
“I have to go now,” Ladybug added, breaking his train of thought, her eyes still focused on the place Chat Noir suspected he knew very well. “Would you take care of Nino?”
“Sure.” Chat tilted his head to a side. A light smirk played on his lips as he wondered, “What’s the rush, my Lady? You didn’t use your Lucky Charm on your second transformation. Stay. We’ll get rid of him—“ he playfully glanced into Nino’s direction, “—and will hang out for a while. Paris is especially beautiful at night, you know. Not that it compares to you in any way but-”
At his enthusiasm Ladybug only rolled her eyes and prepared to depart. “As much as it’s fun to hang out with you, Chat, I have a boyfriend with whom I need to talk today. Just take care of Nino and I’ll see you at the patrol tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. No problem. You go. I’ll take care of everything,” Chat sadly sighed, looking after her disappearing into the night figure. “But your boyfriend isn’t home, my Lady,” he added almost silently. “He’s here, watching you fly away-”
shut up. It's not about that, cuz obviously I'm still more awesome than you! It's about Germany. I need help with, y'know... the ways to be a good older brother.
well, then you've come to the right place! Remember to let him know who's in charge, act mature and kind, you can be playful too, and most importantly... don't let them grow up so goddamn fast because you'll never know when they'll learn all this independence bullshit from your enemies and do the most stupidest shit by dumping all your precious, precious tea off a goddamn harbour and then stab you in the back, and-
ITS NOT FAIR! ALL THAT TEA GONE TO THE BLOODY FISH TO DRINK! THE FISH! THEY DONT EVEN HAVE GOOD TASTE!
Now don’t get me wrong, I am so here for Katherine and Mary. I have a thing for competence, and this is genius level we’re talking about, for both of them.
But Dorothy, she’s something else entirely, you know? She’s not just a genius, though teaching yourself Fortran from a book and an ancient IBM manual… my grandma went to school for that in the 60s. All but one of her classmates (all male) dropped out because it was too hard. This was the punchcard era. Just being self-taught in computer programming in that era was enough to qualify anyone as a genius.
But that’s not all Dorothy Vaughan did. She learned Fortran from a book and a manual, and then she figured out how to teach it to other people. While they were still working and filling their quotas every day. Let’s also note the fact that she recognized a threat to her position and, instead of looking on resignedly, came up with a plan to address it and to raise the status of herself and her team through this obvious danger to their jobs.
The phrase I’m looking for is “brilliant tactician”. The sheer number of different skills and intelligences involved in this entire process is mind-boggling. That one person could and did contain them all just leaves me in awe. That she also cared enough about her team to make sure everyone came along, that is everything to me. So amazing.
Truth is more awesome than fiction, because if you wrote a character like that, no one would believe you. But because Dorothy Vaughan really existed and has finally had her story presented to large numbers of people, we can now finally get women like that on screen. Hyper-competent women who can do a multitude of amazing things while still caring about the women around them. Women who protect and lead and teach other women. Women who inspire and who fight in the realm of knowledge and planning.
Move over, Joseph Bell. I want the next literary trend to be hundreds of stories about incredibly competent women of color changing the world, all based on real women who already did.
Summary: Vacation is almost over which is the reason you are stressing out, starting a new school and all of that. Grayson decides to surprise you by taking you on a nice picnic.
Word count: 2.020
A/N: This is just a fluffy imagine for those who start school (or have already started) and need a reminder that they will do great! I believe in you :) Do your best and study hard, because hard work always pays off! Xx
The early morning sunlight was the reason you had woken up so early today. You opened your eyes and closed them immediately when you glimpsed at your phone and saw how late it was; 8.30. Too early to wake up at a Sunday morning in your opinion.
After turning around to get comfortable til the point you were wrapped between the sheets, you realized that you weren’t able to fall back to sleep again. But why would you? It was the very last day of your vacation and no way you were going to waste that.
Although it was Sunday and that was mostly one of the days you loved the most, today was the very opposite. The whole week you had been hoping that these last few days of your holiday would slow down a bit, so you could enjoy your last spare time with your boyfriend.
But the thing is; the slower you want things to go, the faster they will eventually. And just as any other day they fly by and then suddenly it is Sunday again. On Monday you were going to start your very first day at college. Yippie.
You were more nervous than excited. A new school, new people, a new city… Everything was going to change. And you were the type of person who liked to stay by the old and familiar things.
You turned around and catch sight of your favourite person laying next to you; Grayson Dolan. He was laying on his chest, head on the corner of his pillow. He looked so dreamy and pretty that your heart melted. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of boxers, and as usual you were the one who had stolen the sheets throughout the night. Not on purpose, of course.
You held your hand out and let your fingers trace his back, which was warm from the sunlight. You chuckled softly when you noticed the red scratches from last night on his normally oh so smooth skin.
After a while Grayson woke up and blinked his eyes a few times, before he glanced up to meet yours with a small smile. ‘Wake up, sleepy head,’ you whispered and leaned in to kiss him on his cheek. 'Hey baby,’ he grunted, his voice a little raspy from the sleep.
He cleared his throat and turned around, so he got to lay on his back. He looked very sleepy with his hair sticked to his forehead, something he always had when he just woke up. You scoot closer and press a light kiss onto his chest.
'Any plans for today?’ he asked, grabbing your hand after you pulled back. You shook your head. 'What do you think of just staying in bed today? Eating pancakes and watching some Netflix?’ you asked. Grayson played absently with your fingers, the look on his face questionable.
'Hm… Not that that doesn’t sound appealing, but what do you think of going on a hike today?’ He gazed at you, and you had to keep your face straight to hide the surprising feeling you felt. 'A hike?’ you asked. You were a bit stunned that he rejected your offer, since that was something you guys did a lot on weekends.
And if you were completely honest, hiking was the last thing you wanted to do today, especially today. All you needed was to take things easy for as long as possible. As soon as school would start again you were going to be walking a lot.
But it was Grayson’s last day to spend time with you as well, so you just decided to go with it. At the end of the day everything you did with Grayson was fun. 'Yes, sure. Sounds good,’ you said.
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'I. Can’t. Breathe,’ you said, gasping for air after every word you spoke. Grayson, who stood a few meters before you, suddenly held his step and turned around to watch you. 'We’re almost there baby, just hold on a little longer.’
If it wasn’t for the weather today, the hike with Grayson had been more than awesome. You had seen many animals and Grayson had chosen a beautful hiking trail. But it was so bloody hot and there wasn’t any wind to make it at least a little bearable.
You were glad you put on some sunscreen and deodorant, but you were sure you were still burned and sweating like a pig. 'Grayson,’ you begged and closed one eye to look up to him.
For a reason you didn’t know he had no trouble with the heat at all and he still looked like a Greek god. He took a few big steps and within two seconds he stood beside you.
'We’re almost there, I promise. Do you want me to carry you?’ Grayson asked sweetly. 'No no, I’m fine. But what do you mean, 'we’re almost there’? Where are we going?’ Grayson grinned and took your hand. 'You’ll see. Now come on.’
Grayson hadn’t lied. It didn’t take longer than five minutes before you finally reached what he called your destination. When you were at the top of the hill after an hour long walk, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You had never been in a place like this before.
'Grayson… It’s so beautiful here.’ You looked around you, taking it all in. You had reached the top of the hill now and there was an outstretched meadow in front of you, covered in sunshine and daisies. Grayson sighed. 'I know right? Ethan and I came here a lot when we were little. Now I come here rarely. It’s a place to just think and clear your mind.’
'I bet…’ you said. 'Wait… what is over there?’ You pointed your finger in the direction where a big tree was standing. You didn’t know what, but there were things spread around the tree. 'That was the surprise,’ Grayson smiled and looked at you. 'A surprise? For me?’ You asked, not convinced.
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'Oh my God. This is so sweet, Gray.’ You sat down and Grayson followed. 'It’s nothing,’ he said modest, but his cheeks turned red at your compliment. He reached for the picnic basket and started to get out all the things he prepared and bought for the picnic.
Crispy croissants, watermelon, grapes, a pack of oreos, a bottle of water and a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice. All of your favourite foods. Something you adored about Gray was that he always remembered the littlest of details, such as your favourite fruit, your favourite cookies and your favourite drinks.
Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing for a good relationship, but it was just so nice of him to do this. He also knew you loved picnicking, but it wasn’t something you did regularly because of your busy schedules.
You watched Grayson with a big smile as he grabbed two cups and poured in something to drink for the two of you, his face in a small frown as he tried to not spill on the red and white blanket you were sitting on.
'Cheers,’ you toasted before you took a sip. 'Cheers,’ Grayson smiled, winking at you. It was almost terrifying how big his hands looked compared to the cup and compared to yours.
After you had eaten a croissant and a big piece of the watermelon, you sat back and leaned on your elbows, letting the sun warm your face that was sheening through the leaves. Luckily you had coolen down a bit from the long hike. It was much more enjoyable in the shadow than walking out in the sun.
You catch Grayson looking at you and you give him a sweet smile. It had been quiet for a while now, listening to the birds and buzzing bees around you. Something you noticed was that there wasn’t any sign or sound of a car, a plane or anything that you always heard if you were in the city.
It felt like you were far away from the modern world and no one would ever know. A fresh breeze blowed the hair out of your face and you inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes, simply enjoying the calm feeling you had. You didn’t mind Grayson and you were quiet; it was actually quite nice. It gave you some time to organize your thoughts.
An angelic voice made your eyes flutter open. 'I wish we could do this more often, you know that?’ Grayson said. You nodded and sighed. 'Me too. I still can’t believe you did this, Grayson,’ you told him. 'You make me sound so unromantic, Y/N. I love doing things to make you happy!’ Grayson said, eating the last piece of his croissant.
'No! I-’ you objected, but Grayson laid his hand on yours, calming you down. 'I was just kidding, baby. I thought I’d do something that would clear your mind before you started at your new school. You have been acting so anxious these last few days and I was worried. I figured maybe this would help.’
You brought his hand up to your lips, pressing a chaste kiss on the back of his hand. He bit his lip. 'It did. Thank you,’ you said gratefully. 'So, when did you set all of this up?’ you wondered. 'This morning,’ he answered proudly. 'Ethan and I went to the store and bought the food. We went to this hill and set everything up, then I went back to the apartment and I pretended to be asleep. I was just five minutes back before you woke up.’
He grinned after he said that last sentence, realizing his plan almost had failed. You narrow your eyes. 'So Ethan is in the complot as well?’ 'Uhuh,’ Grayson nodded. 'That’s very sweet of him. But why? Couldn’t you take all of this stuff up here on your own?’ Grayson acted like he was offended and was about to answer, but you quickly added; 'I guess those arms don’t prove much, do they?’ Grayson laughed his heartwarming laugh. 'Shut up, Y/N.’
'Make me,’ you said softly, watching him with a serious face. Grayson looked like he was atonished by the change of the situation, but he recovered quickly. He raised his eyebrows and a cheeky smile played around his lips. You giggled, knowing exactly to what this would lead.
'C'mere,’ was the only thing he said. You scooted closer, still giggling. He leaned in and you thought he was going to kiss you, so you closed your eyes and waited until his smooth lips would touch yours. Suddenly you felt two hands grabbing your waist and pinning you down.
Suddenly, without a warning, he started tickling you everywhere. You squeeled and laughed, your hands trying to push him away. 'So you think I’m not strong, huh? I guess you should take that back, baby girl.’ You almost weren’t able to speak, still laughing and trying to escape.
'N-Never!’ you giggled. When you were gasping for air and you almost couldn’t breathe, Grayson decided it was enough and he helped you sit up straight, still chuckling in amusement. 'You call that a punishment?’ you challenged him. You were not finished with the fun yet.
Grayson smiled broadly. 'You are unbelievable, Y/N. You want me to really punish you?’ 'Depends on what kind of punishment…’ you whispered and leaned in, kissing him on his soft lips. 'Hmm… No, no,’ Grayson hummed against your lips when you tried to pull back.
He closed his hands around your cheeks to stop you from leaning back. You giggled against his mouth, brushing your nose against his. He smelled sweet and tasted like watermelon.
He parted your lips and let his tongue find it’s way between your lips, wanting to taste all of you. A long minute passed and slowly he pulled back, stroking his thumb against your cheek.
'I love you, Y/N. You are going to do amazing in college. I have so much faith in you.’ Your heart fluttered at his kind words. Grayson never failed to make you feel better. 'Thank you, Gray. I love you too.’
Are we seriously gonna be picking fights over bottoms and tops? We srsly gonna be rolling our smug little eyes to people that don’t like that their parings ‘switch’? Really? Hun, I got some news for you. We ALL know that switching is a thing, no, srsly, we do. Not anything new. We all know how real life relationships work, kay. No need to tell us. You did it, I did it, we ALL know how that goes. But here’s the thing: WE DON’T CARE WHAT REALITY IS LIKE. And SPECIALLY not when we are reading stupid fanfics for Christ’s sake. I made a whole post about this once and I can’t belive I’ll have to say this again. If we wanted something strictly realistic we wouldn't be in a fictional tag. If someone likes their ship as only one way, let them, you have no say in what they have or don’t have to like seeing on their ships. If you think it’s stupid, good for you, now you have more reasons to be smug and think that you’re more awesome than you actually are. And you have more content to choose from too, so that’s a plus for you. But other people don’t want to read the same things as you, and have more specific preferences and don’t feel satisfied if what they’re reading is not in a certain way. And having you bitching about it ain’t gonna change that. I’m all for discussion and no opinion is safe from criticism, but srsly if all you’re gonna do is call people stupid/childish/biggoted because for you it’s “the same thing" and therefore everyone should also see it as such, just don’t. It makes you look like an asshole. Have all the ships and all the crazy smut you want, but don’t dictate what people have to like or accept in their own entertainment time. It's just silly
part 1 of: i love this fandom and you guys make me emotional
Everyone is being so sweet and adorable and emotional today and I just felt like I should add my valentine’s sugar to it too.
I got this blog almost two years ago, not coincidentally when I moved to Texas with just my boyfriend, from Florida from where I had spent my entire life in. I was very alone and since I’m not the coolest of cats, making friends has been…extremely difficult lol.
But getting this blog, and joining this fandom, I’ve really found myself looking forward to come home and see who’s posting on the dash, see who’s chosen to grace me with their follow, or who’s left me a tumblr message (remember, before the IM system haha).
@sinuyasha and @inukag were the first people to welcome me and reblog my writing and just became my overall points of contact for anything fandom related. I felt accepted and wanted and this was the only corner of the entire internet I could really call home. I can’t thank them enough for always being genuine and kind and beautifully forgiving ladies. On top of the fact they’re funny and gorgeous so I really lucked out befriending them. I owe my entire blog to them, and my activity, and my heart.
Later on I’d come to meet my squad, @kristicles@thequeenwillruletheboard@narkik@mirsan and @ohstarfire, and grow an overwhelmingly wonderful bond. I mean dudes, we went to Disney AND Universal Studios together. I’m pretty much married to them. (Which does mean you guys have to give me half your shit in case of divorce). I’m keeping it short for ya’ll cause I don’t care about you at all (I would set fire to myself if you thought for one second that was true). You are my people. You are my shots of whiskey in the dark.
To the fandom:
I really would have never expected to feel love radiating from some of you towards me. I feel in my heart I don’t even deserve it. I have done nothing (or everything wrong). And you guys posting your fics and your art, and your edits, and all you’re LOVE and you’re FRIENDSHIP, it holds no value because it is PRICELESS. But I feel it towards all of you. I get it. It’s weird it’s unheard of maybe for a small anime fandom, but I FEEL IT. I love you guys. I would never want a single one of you to leave, or if you do have to leave, just please stay in touch. Please keep updating your fanfiction.nets, please keep updating your artwork online when finished, I just…
If you’ve been in this fandom for the past year, you get it. And it almost feels like we’ve all collectively been through some drama here and there together. I’ve made mistakes, I regret getting involved in things all the time, but I appreciate every single one of you who hasn’t deleted me from their life. I appreciate how I can still turn around and count on you guys to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. I love that after a giant cloud of darkness shrouded us, freaking @inuyashapositivity pops up like a ray of sunshine. We are an amazing incredible wonderful fandom and we are loud and vibrant and beautiful.
@onikik, @little-known-artist@wreathoflaurels, @arnavsinghraizada, @gobodosama, @artistefish@meselfandwhy, @inuijiness @starzki@scribefigaro@smilebomber@kaze-ranna@412rebelled@hanmajoerin@ashcanvas (SHHHH…ASHLEY I DIDN’T JUST ADD YOU THIS MORNING BECAUSE I HAD A BRAIN FART LAST NIGHT…ILY) you guys have seen me at my worst and for some inexpiable reason you’re still my friends and I respect and admire you so so much. I really can’t put into words properly, but my respect for you is something that can and will never vanish. I consider you guys a huge reason why I enjoy the Inuyasha fandom as much as I do. I’m comfortable around you guys and I hope you feel the same way around me. I love you guys, and I would do anything for you. I’d end someone’s life for you. I’d jump into battle for you. I’d throw all my money at your face if I knew it would make you happy. Thank you for being my friends. Really. You are my inner-circle, and without you, I am just a square.
I’ve met some new people in the past year, who maybe I don’t talk to but I feel like I’ve gotten to know more simply through the small interactions we have, and whom I’m so so so happy joined tumblr to grace us with their content, their presence, and their overall humor and love and joy.
@grapefruitwannabe, I remember I was in a stream with you and someone was urging you to post your sketches and you were reluctant about it, and god now look at you. Your art is incredible. It’s unique, it has a style, it has movement. You give a tremendous amount to the fandom and you never ask for anything in return. You are so nice too? You know how rare it is to find kind people who are just the sweetest creatures ever? You are a precious cupcake too good for this earth, and we so blessed to have you.
@sess-kik I knew from the moment you made the taylor swift/kanye west meme, that I regretted not being considered one of your friends. You are fucking oustanding. You are hilarious. You make my ribs hurt. You are like a baby beyonce. I mean that. Picture yourself as beyonce’s’ child because that’s how I view you.
@justafewsmallsteps you know what’s crazy is that I followed and admired you from afar for so so so long. I am a huge fan. I mean. HUGE. I mean, ridiculously huge. I mean I may have printed out your art and have it stored in my cabinet so I can look at sometimes because I was that (maybe i still am idk) obsessed with your work, and to find out you are a shining ball of sunlight and positivity and love and friendliness. You know…what that feels like ? It’s like meeting a Disney Princess in real life.
@coquinespike HAHA LOOK SOMEONE TAGGED YOU AGAIN. I’M SORRY. Listen I actually always see you in my notes. I always read your tags cause they’re fucking hilarious. Your comments on things are A+. I don’t know why I didn’t start following you sooner. I am an idiot, what else is new. Cheers to the future.
@keichanz what took you so long to join tumblr, i keep asking myself this question. EVERYONE KNOWS THE KEIZ FROM FF.NET. You are always supporting InuKag and the fandom and there’s a lot of bloggers that I know would not be the same without your presence. I see names all the time that were just quiet little daisies, and you watered those plants and now look at them. You’ve inspired so many people, and you are always just so generous and so loving. Thank you for writing, thank you for participating in events, thank you for being the oil in the inukag gears. Quite literally.
@lovely-taijiya GABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT I THINK ABOUT YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY. Okay well. Now you do. I get so happy when I see your art on my dash. I get full of butterflies and good feelings. If you were around I would hug you constantly and hold you close to my heart, because you deserve unnerving amounts of love.
@kag-san you are a gift granted to us by the gods. you are an angel. you are a walking living breathing version of the virgin mary and I would weep at your feet if i could because I think you deserve everything in life and more. Trust me when I say the people who ship things, make me ship things harder. And this candle for KagSan is now a torch and it’s setting my house on fire but I couldn’t be happier.
@piggy-in-pink you are like Sesshomaru. And by that I mean you are silent and we may cross paths and look at each other and I would be totally fine with you killing me because I admire you just that much. But no honestly, you are wise and clever and I love your work and your existence a lot. Thanks for never changing your url also, it makes life so much easier. (TAKE NOTES PEOPLE)
@mmhinman I remember the first time I went to your blog. You submitted a bunch of wonderful art for InuKag week late, and it blew my mind. I couldn’t believe someone would submit SO LATE but also have it be SO QUALITY. Haha. Your art brings me life, and I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that fate pushed you my way and onto my dash. Thank you thank you thank you.
@macabre-and-cheese you know that really cool girl in the lunch room who sits with her posse, and is immensely more awesome than you and dates all the attractive people, and knows all the cool songs and she could say “frosty” once and it becomes a meme catchphrase, okay yeah, you know that person? that’s you. on my dash. that’s you. I’m always like “if i reblog this onto my personal, my personal blog gets that much cooler” and I think I have 80 followers on my personal blog now and I owe that all to your and your coolness i swear to god I do.
@kago-make-dean-some-pie YOUR URL IS SO LONG. EXPLAIN IT TO ME. I love that I’ve gotten to know you better and your AMVs are the bomb dot com. You are so willing to make others feel amazing and wonderful and I hope you feel that way every single day of your life. You are so down to earth and I love you very much.
Hey first time I am doing this even if I know some people already did this once before me but It’s a new step in my life for me (especially in the university) so let’s do this !
@xxmileikaivanaxx Of course I will start with you Evie. How can I be the person I am today without you ? You are my best friend. My sister from another mother. You changed me a lot in a such positive way. I love you so much. You already know how much I think of you after this year. Thank you Evie. I hope we will continue to be best friends until the end.
@deusn My sun bro ! Deusn you are such a kind and humble person. Your comics are so awesome. You are an awesome person and don’t forget we are a lot who love you. I remember our skype call, it was so fun and great. Thank you Deusn. I hope to see you more in the future.
@thefriedfox My dear little sister. We met each other a day you felt bad and sad but we accepted each other as adopted siblings. Yes I do think you are my little sister. I love you a lot. You have a cute style and I hope you will do great in your life. Your bro is keeping an eye you as always.
@potatofreekles My friend you are a smart person and you have a kind heart. You never bother me. I really love our discussions. I wish you the best and stay determined !
@lazy-cocoei Damn Coco ! You are very awesome ! I am very surprised we met each other. It’s so a big and positive surprise for me. I really do care about you and love you. Your support means always a lot for me. Thane will be always here to support you as well.
@nxsuper How can I forget my fresh friend ? You are such a cool person. You are always here for everyone and you are very fun. It’s always a pleasure to talk with you and share puns ! You are the Sans of tumblr ! Don’t forget you can count on me.
@z-artblog Z I know you have to deal with a lot of things but I hope you will always see me as a true friend because I do care about you and love you a lot. Stay determined. You are more awesome, great and wonderful than you think you are.
@psukho Psukho you are a talented woman. You are an awesome person and I am glad we can call each other friend (Well i hope it’s the case XD). You are so good ! I hope you will always see yourself as a great person because that’s what you are.
@paintingit You are such an awesome and talented artist ! I love when you call sweetheart ! I am doing my best to support you because you deserve it so hard. Your drawings are very beautiful. You are wonderful. Never forget.
@azy-arty My dear Azy. How can I not evoke you ? You are one of the people here I met and became very good friends in such a short time. You are so lovely and adorable. I always love our talks. I wish I can support you everyday as much as I can because you deserve it so hard. You are one of the best people I met and I am so happy to be one of your close friends. Stay determined !
@hiimtryingtounderfell How can I not evoke you too Kaito ? Kaito you are one of the reasons who helps me to continue to live and to smile. You are one of the best people in the world I met. You are such talented and wonderful. I always love your magic hugs or your cute puns. Never forget how much I love you and care about you !
That’s it ! I am sorry I can’t evoke everyone but I am thinking and love each of you ! So please, stay determined and never forget that there is always a person who cares about you even if they leave far away from you. Love you and thank you for everything.
is it bad that i'm deathly afraid to formerly join the randl fandom here? i was brave enough to post my first ever randl fanfic on ao3 recently, but i'm still nervous to really introduce myself through my own randl blog. i love your and so many others' blogs here, i visit them everyday and they always make me smile! you all seem really awesome, but i guess that's why i'm really intimidated and shy to fully join :c
Don’t be afraid! We are nice people here and we are happy to see new Mythical Beasts joining the fandom! We all love RandL and that’s why we are here. I don’t think I’m more awesome than you are so just be yourself and you’ll be fine. :) I just wanna share the love with everyone and scream about these two silly dudes who sometimes (all the time) makes us crazy and it’s awesome to see there are others who wants to scream about the same things. :D
I understand it might be scary at first but really… Just make a blog and join us. No one is gonna chase you away or think you’re less than the others, everyone is welcome here. :)
Warnings: no kisses or actual romantic relationship with Connor, fluff, I don’t think it has a plot
Summary: Both you and Connor were the freaks of high school. While Connor was labeled as the insane freak, you were labeled as the writing freak. You had a notebook everywhere you went, and everyone knew you had a book in the works for forever. Naturally, after you and Connor met, you became best friends.
You had an idea. Whether it was a brilliant idea or dumb idea, you had yet to see. You were a writer, and you wanted to write a book. You had been working towards that goal for so long, but no matter how dedicated you were to that one rough draft, inspiration could strike at any time, even if had nothing to do with your draft.
When that happens, you had to write it down. You had to get the idea down on paper, review it later, and hope that you could come back to said idea later. Most of the time, you ended up spending so much time with the new idea that you forgot about the rough draft waiting for you, but you were weird. You were a writer after all.
You dug through your locker and glanced at your phone. It had been six minutes since you excused yourself from class, so you had a few more minutes to grab your notebook and get back.
You cursed as papers and books fell from your locker.
You nodded. “That obvious?” You ignored the mess on the ground and continued looking for your notebook.
Your best friend and chosen editor rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up your stuff. “You do realize most of your ideas you deem shit after you write them down, right?”
“Well, superman, I still have to write them down. Yes!” You grabbed your notebook and kissed the cover. “Victory,” you whispered.
You nudged Connor in the ribs harshly. “You know it.” You grabbed the books and papers he handed to you and shoved them back in your locker. “Saved me again, Superman.”
“They’re papers, (Y/n).”
You shrugged, closed your locker, and walked as you wrote in your notebook. Connor stayed by your side and made sure not to glance at your writing. You had shared many things with Connor, but he knew that you hated it when people read your work without permission. “Find out if it’s a good idea yet?”
“Don’t know. It won’t even work with my current draft.”
Connor laughed. “Then, you need to write a summary and close the book. You need to finish your draft.”
“Let;s hope.” You inhaled through your teeth and finished writing. “Done!” You turned to Connor. “Park after school?” you offered.
“It’s not like we’ve been going to the park every fucking time after school for the last five fucking months, but yes.”
You laughed and shrugged. “I just wanna make sure you’re still my best friend. Can you blame me?”
He raised his eyebrow. “Actually yes.” He gestured to himself. “Look at me. I should be the one asking you that. Still my best friend, freak?”
“Jerk.” You shook your head with a smile and playfully punched his arm. ‘See ya at the park.”
“See ya.” Connor gazed at you as you disappeared into your class. His lips curled into a small smile. How were you still his best friend? He wasn’t sure. But, he was damn sure that he would cherish every moment he had with you.
After school ended, you stared at your notebook and flipped through the pages. After years of making mistakes in writing, you had gotten into the habit of seeing your incomprehensible scribbles on the pages. You pursed your lips and read through your ideas. A lot were horrible, cliche, overused. But, there was one that actually made sense.
You tilted your head and wrote down more notes on the idea.
Connor finally found you in the crowd of students, and he audibly cursed when he saw you with your nose in your notebook and bumping into everyone. Pushed people away so he could walk in front of you.
You sensed your best friend’s presence and linked your arm through his. You held your notebook with one hand while the other kept on writing.
Connor laughed a little and led you to the park. Only when you were seated on the park bench did you slip your arm from Connor’s and finished your idea. “Done,” you breathed out. You handed him the notebook. “Read from here to there, and critique me.” You turned around so your legs were on the bench. You leaned back so you rested on Connor’s side. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.
Your best friend read over your work. After a few minutes, he said, “It’s actually pretty good, but you’re completely disregarding your side character.”
You got up from your relaxed position and grabbed your notebook. “Which one?”
For the next thirty minutes, Connor and you discussed alternatives to your plot and how to include all characters sensibly. You smiled and jotted down the conclusion the two of you reached. “That’s some amazing editting, Connor.”
He shrugged. He pulled a book from his backpack. “Also, found this. I don’t like romance novels, so maybe you could use it.”
“I’m not writing a romance.”
Connor eyed you. “You can’t get an agent without the fucking romantic subplot, (Y/n). This will help.” After you took the novel from his hands, he added, “Plus, if you read a lot of romance, your romance subplot won’t be as shitty as everyone else’s.”
You read the description on the back. “You’re actually right.” You blinked. “Wait, you found a romance novel in your room, Connor?”
“No! Those things are so fucking cheesy.”
“Connor, do you read romance?” You giggled. Connor Murphy, your best friend and smoker and genius and everything to you, read romance?
Connor blushed and pushed you away from him. “Shut up, Freak.”
You laughed. “Wait, so you do read romance novels?”
Your best friend retreated into his hoodie and slumped on the park bench.
“Oh, Connor.” You pulled back the hood and smiled. “Dude, it’s fine if you do.”
Connor turned away from you and put his hood back up.
“Connor,” you whined. You pulled back his hood, and out of pure stupidity and impulsiveness, you kissed his cheek. “I think reading romance novels makes you more awesome than the you I knew a minute ago, ok?” You laughed. “Plus, now you can tell me if my romance subplot is shitty, and that makes you a better editor.”
Your best friend peered up at you from under his hood. He humphed and crossed his arms as heat pooled in his cheeks. He could still feel your lips on his cheek. “This is embarrassing,” he muttered.
You snuggled into his side. “Fine, we’ll talk about something else.” You stared at the nearby playground. “Talk about the day?”
“My day was bad.”
You pursed your lips. “Swings then?” You sat up. “I’ll race you?”
Connor was off the bench before you. “Eat my dust, (Y/n)!”
“No!” You screamed as you ran after him. “You’re too tall! Connor!”
After you sat on the swing next to his, Connor took his time to observe you, his best friend. You were beautiful, so much that you took his breath away. And that was on a school day after you had run to the swings with dirt on your shoes and pants. What more if he saw you before a party or after you had spent an additional hour getting ready? How was he going to handle you if something like that happened?
Connor averted his gaze as he felt his cheeks burn again. Of course, the girl he falls in love with is his amazing best friend. The girl with a future. The girl who knew him in and out. The girl who supported him no matter what. Connor just didn’t think he deserved you. As a friend or otherwise.
“Connor?” you asked. You knew the boy well enough to know when dark thoughts rolled in. “Hey?” You brushed back his long hair and smiled. “Connor, everything ok?”
He blinked. “Yeah.”
You tilted your head. After a moment or two, you kissed his cheek again. “I’m glad you’re my best friend, Connor.”
His eyes widened slightly. Then, his lips settled into a small grin. “You’re going soft, (Y/n).”
You shrugged. “I might be soft, but it’s still the truth.”
Connor laughed a little. Ok, maybe he didn’t deserve you, but he was selfish. That was something he could live with. If being selfish meant spending as much time with you as possible, he was going to be the most selfish person on the planet.
Still not accepting requests or writing the requests I got, but I am riding out some ideas I’ve had for a while. This is one of them! Hope you enjoy uneditted fluff!
Phichit, in a burst of longing homesickness, bemoans his lack of minions to Yuuri and Celestino. Between thinking about Charoen’s mischievous smile and his thumb hovering over Sasithorn’s FaceTime call button, he asks Celestino give him the Tiny Demons.
“Come on Ciao Ciao!” Phichit uses his best puppy eyes. “Just for a week.”
Celestino adamantly stares up at the ceiling to avoid said puppy eyes. Phichit wonders if Yuuri would let him borrow his shoulders for two minutes.
“No, absolutely not. They are My Tiny Demons.”
“No,” Celestino growls at the duck shaped water stain on the ceiling. “Mine. They wouldn’t follow you anyways.”
“Don’t-“ tries Celestino.
But it’s too late.
Making the Tiny Demons his minions takes Phichit a few weeks. It’s almost discouraging.
First he tries homemade cupcakes. Phichit has the utmost confidence in his sugar bribing techniques, but he underestimates the fervor at which the Tiny Demons take Celestino’s Skaters Life Tips to heart. (He is, however, incredibly popular with the Tiny Demons’ parents now.)
The next two weeks are a blur of games, jokes, and skating tricks. Phichit manages to get the Tiny Demons to look up at him with stars in their eyes and cling to his legs with adorable awe. But they aren’t his minions yet and it’s therefore Not Enough.
Then success comes week four.
“I’m writing you out of my will,” Celestino says darkly, arms crossed over his chest and crackling with indignation.
Phichit laughs maniacally from within his ring of minions. He’s wearing a Batman shirt with a cape sewn to the shoulders. Half his face is covered with a cheap plastic mask. The Tiny Demons swarm him gleefully, yelling over each other for Phichit to do another trick or the Batman voice for them.
“You’re doing laps until you die,” Celestino grouches.
Phichit beams at him, Tiny Demons hanging off his shoulders. “Worth it.”
Phichit enjoys his newfound rulership of Minion Overlord for another week before Celestino strikes back, arriving in a incredibly detailed, perfectly tailored Superman suit.
“This is unfair,” Phichit sniffles, cape wrapped around him as a comfort blanket. Amanda, the only Tiny Demon Phichit loves right now, squirms into his lap and pats his cheek clumsily for comfort.
Celestino cheerfully throws Phichit to the tumbleweeds and gathers in Tiny Demons into his spandex covered arms. “All’s fair in love and war.”
Phichit ‘hurumphs’. “I’m a broke college student and you are a ridiculously wealthy coach. This is systematic injustice.”
A Tiny Demon clambers onto Celestino’s back and uses his ponytail as a rope. Celestino’s so smug his eye only twitches once.
“Good things come with age, kiddo.”
The next session, Phichit arrives in his new and improved costume. He knows he looks amazing - Ben from finance is the most avid DC fan Phichit knows and he remembers Ben fretting over every detail before the last Comic-Con. Ben only wants a dinner in exchange for loaning it to Phichit and if Phichit regains the Tiny Demons, he’s gonna buy Ben all the dinners he wants.
Celestino awaits him on the battlefield, skates laced and cape ironed. The Tiny Demons gather along the boards, completely silent and eyes wide. Not one blinks as they wait for the showdown.
Celestino narrows his eyes at Phichit’s new suit and the tension thickens.
“They are my Tiny Demons,” Celestino says through clenched teeth. “Leave then alone.”
“I would have,” says Phichit, drawing himself up to his full height as though his forehead doesn’t barely reach Celestino’s chin, “but you challenged me.”
“They follow me.”
Phichit smirks. “That’s not for you to decided.”
They scowl at each other, lightning racing between them, and turn to the judges.
The Tiny Demons are gone.
“Shit!” Phichit panics.
Celestino stares at the empty space in dread.
“Where are they?!”
Then they hear the excited squeals and whirl around.
The Tiny Demons crowd around Yuuri, the dark knight in full Wonder Woman regalia. He couldn’t have done any tricks for the Tiny Demons yet as his feet are skateless and his legs bare under the skirt, but the Tiny Demons are enraptured nonetheless.
Yuuri sees them and smirks.
Celestino breaks first. “I’m disowning you.”
Yuuri pouts at Celestino, eyes crinkled smugly. “Don’t be a grump just because I’m more awesome than you.” He strikes the Wonder Woman signature pose and the Tiny Demons scream their excitement.
Phichit crosses his arms with a huff and glares at his bestie. “You ass.”
“Looks wonderful in this skirt.” Yuuri cocks a hip and flips his bangs. A gaping on-looker swoons. Someone else screams. The Tiny Demons’ awe shoots through the roof. “Thanks, I know.”
And that is the story of how Wonder Woman beat both Batman and Superman at their own game. Like always.
You had been finishing with the setup of your equipment when your two models came in for the photoshoot you were shooting. One was actor Chris Evans, who was a face of a new jeans brand, and the other was a model that you were sure couldn’t have been more than 20.
You introduced yourself to Chris and the model and then got started right away.
Anon: i keep having this dream and i thought it would make a good imagine: y/n is good friends with the omaha squad and at one point in time had that almost dating kinda friendship with skate and thought he might actually like her.. then he starts dating/hooking up with ana & y/n gets jealous & insecure (bc have u seen how much of a baddie ana is like damn) - and then she has a breakdown about it and jj & swazz cheer her up (and idk maybe add a convo with nate at the end)?
“Nathan!” I playfully hit my friends chest. I pull him closer by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t pinch my ass around the guys” I look up at his smirking face.
Johnson turns around, “You good, Y/N?”
“Yeah,” I say laughing and give Nate the side eye. He grins at me so big his dimples show and then leans down so no one else can hear him.
“Sorry, it just looks really nice today.” He pats my shoulder. I shake my head.
Nate and I have been hooking up for a couple weeks now. It all started at Gilinsky’s birthday party. He had been flirting with me since the day we met, but I was really cautious. That night, something just changed between us. No one else knew about it, but things were really nice and fun right now.
One Month Later
Nate hasn’t called or come over in over a week and I usually don’t worry about guys I’m hooking up with, but he’s a close friend too. I can’t go to the guys about it because they still have no idea that we’re FWB.
I decide to get my mind off of it and go for a hike in the hills with Madison and the Jacks. When they pick me up, it takes me less than five seconds to realize they are talking about Sk8.
“Yeah they just started talking a week ago, but he’s already super into her.” Gilinsky says as we pull out of the driveway.
“Boy doesn’t usually fall, but I don’t blame him at all” Johnson says. “She is a dime. I’m proud of the man.”
“Hey Y/N” Madison says, smiling at me from the passenger seat. “We’re talking about the girl Nate hooked up with last night.” She clearly has already heard a lot about this subject and is a little tired of it.
“Oh” I nod. My palms begin to sweat and suddenly it feels so stuffy in the car. I try to not let it show on my face and promise myself I will keep my mind off of Nate and whoever this girl is during the hike.
“Look at her” Johnson shoves his phone in front of me.
Holy fuck this girl is just Nate’s type.
“Jeez Nate. Wow” I say, trying to act casual about the whole thing.
“I know right? Damn.” Gilinsky says, making eye contact with me in the rear view mirror. I see Madison’s hand go flying and hit him in the chest. “You’re hot too, you know that” He laughs, squeezing Madison’s hand.
“Aw thanks” She laughs.
Normally I really enjoy their antics, but all I can think about right now is that two weeks ago his hands were all over me and last night they were all over her. He’s not in trouble or anything. Our arrangement was hooking up as friends only, open, casual. That’s how I wanted it, how we wanted it. I just didn’t realize him actually meeting someone else would feel like a mini heart attack.
We get to the trail and I tell the Jacks that I have to make a quick phone call, that I’ll catch up with them in a couple minutes. I find my best friend’s name in the contacts and pray that I have service.
“Hey Babygirl” Swazz’s voice comes in clear and I thank the cellphone gods.
“How’s Omaha Johnny boy?” He’s been home for almost two weeks for a family wedding and then Thanksgiving.
“Cold. You never call. What’s up?” John always sees right through me.
“So you know how I told you I was having a casual hookup thing?” I can barely breathe.
“Yeah with the ‘best you’ve ever had’“ he laughs.
“Yeah well I couldn’t tell you this at the time but it was with Maloley.”
“What the fuck, really? For five weeks you didn’t tell me? Wow. I knew I saw you guys flirting at Gilinsky’s party. Johnson told me I was crazy.” He keeps talking to himself essentially for another two minutes before I cough to interrupt him. “Sorry. Continue.”
I laugh a little then go on. “Well I hadn’t heard from him in nine days and I just found out it’s because he just started hooking up with this really hot Ana girl and it’s not like he’s cheating or even in the wrong, we kept things open and casual. But I feel like there’s a huge brick on my chest and I’m with Jadison and Johnson and they keep talking about it cause they don’t know, obviously. And I’m freaking out and feel really alone and help.”
“Shit. AnaMontana I didn’t make the connection when you told me about you two 5 minutes ago. He mentioned this girl about a week ago. I’m so sorry babe. I wish I was there for you right now.”
“Yeah get your ass home, Swazz” I laugh into the phone and then sigh.
“Have you tried talking to him about it?”
“Yeah, it might help actually.”
“I just found out forty minutes ago and you were the first person I called.”
“You know who might be a lot of help if you’re willing to tell him. Johnson. Johnson was really great when Maisy and I broke up and he helps G when things are up in the air with Madison all the time. But I do think you need to talk to Nate at somepoint. Nate’s a good guy, he might even come to you first.”
“Yeah I know. Why are you always right about everything?” I sigh.
“Cause I’m a fucking genius.”
“Nope that’s not it.” I laugh. “I’ll try talking to Johnson, but can I call you back tonight?”
“I fly home early tomorrow morning, we’ll get lunch, okay?”
“Hang in there Babygirl. It’s gonna be alright”
“I know. Thanks Johnny Cakes”
Talking to Swazz always calms me down. People always joke that we should date because of how close we are, but we’ve kissed a few times and it’s always like kissing a brother, we just don’t have chemistry. His encouragement was enough to help me get through the hike and the fresh air helped a bit.
When we get back in the Jeep and head home, I lean over to Johnson. “I need to talk to you about something when I get back to my place. I can make you lunch or coffee or something if you want to hang out.”
“Yeah sure. You okay?” Johnson scans my eyes.
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal, I just need some advice about something.”
“Okay” he smiles.
We walk into my apartment and I start making the coffee. Johnson sits at my counter. “So what’s up?” He puts his chin on his fists and grins at me. I laugh and then sigh.
“It’s about Nate.” I say softly as the coffee maker drips and gurgles behind me.
“What?” He says, confused.
“Since Gilinsky’s party up until about a week or so ago, we had been hooking up.” I say biting my lip, awaiting his reaction.
“Shit. Swazz was right? Damn.”
“It was nothing serious. I told him I wanted just FWB, casual, open, no strings attached. And that’s how it was. But today hearing about the Ana thing made my heart fall out of my stomach and I feel like shit.”
“Fuck. I’m so sorry for talking about her so much. Why didn’t you say anything in the car? We would have stopped.”
“I know, but I didn’t know if I wanted everyone to know. But then I called Swazz before we hiked and he told me to talk to you about it, so here we are.” I turn around to pour coffee into two mugs, adding almond milk to mine and cream and a sugar to Johnson’s. I slide the mug over to him.
“That sucks” he looks up at me with sympathetic eyes. “Have you talked to Nate?”
“Not for over a week. I’m not sure if I’m ready to.”
“I think you’ll feel better. I know this sucks to hear, but he’s a really good guy. I’m sure he’ll come to you soon with the news.”
“I know he is. That’s what Swazz said too. I just feel like shit, I’m not mad at him at all.”
“Right” Johnson nods and sips his coffee. “Well I’m going to stay the rest of the day so you’re not alone. It stinks that Candace (my roommate) and John have to be away on the same weekend when all of this is happening.”
I nod “Are you ever going to ask Candace out, by the way? We all know you guys like each other, you’re practically two tomatoes whenever you’re in the same room from blushing so hard.”
“Hey let’s focus on one love life at a time.” Johnson laughs nervously.
“Okay” I smirk at him and sip my coffee.
Johnson and I are under a blanket on the couch, halfway into the second Indiana Jones movie in our marathon, when my phone rings.
“It’s Nate” I look up at Johnson.
I nervously press the green button and hold the phone to my ear, pacing down the hallway towards my bedroom.
“Hey can I talk to you about something?” he sounds upset, but even that is almost too much for me to hear.
“Sure. In person?” I ask, my throat clenching.
“Yeah. I’m actually outside. Same place as always.”
“Oh okay. I’ll come out.”
I hang up and quickly throw something nicer than sweats on. I throw my hair up in a nice messy bun and head downstairs. I turn out of the parking garage and head a block down the street: the same spot where Nate used to pick me up so Candace wouldn’t see us. I see him almost immediately.
Shit he looks great. Why did I agree to this.
“Hey” he half smiles.
I wonder if he knows that I know. How would I have not found out by now. Our friend group is basically one big teapot.
I manage a smile “Hi”
“You know don’t you” He says, putting his hands into his sweatpants pockets. It’s one of those rare California evenings where you can see your breath and I’m starting to shiver.
I nod. “She’s beautiful.”
His eyes meet mine. “I’m really sorry.”
I step closer to him. “No need to be sorry. We were just messing around anyway.”
“Right that’s what you wanted” He says, nodding.
I sigh. “It’s fucking freezing out here. Don’t we live in LA?” I laugh.
He laughs too. “Last time I checked.” When he stops laughing his eyes meet mine again.
“Yeah?” He looks at me nervously.
“We’re okay. Don’t worry about it.” I say, almost against him at this point.
“You sure?” He says, putting an arm around me. “I know I would have been not okay if it happened the other way around.”
“Well that’s because I’m fifty times more awesome than you” I throw my arm around his waist.
“Ah I see.” He laughs and squeezes me into his side. “Thanks for being so cool.”
“Anytime Big Guy” I release myself from his arms. “Johnson and I are watching Temple of Doom upstairs so I should go.”
“Are he and Candace dating yet?” Skate glances up towards my apartment.
“That’s what I said!” I laugh and he laughs with me, our voices rising into the cool night air. Things might be a little tricky for a while, but Nate and I are going to be just fine.
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Words: 1426 Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader Featuring: Thor Odinson, Tony Stark Warnings: nightmares. Requested by anon “Heyo! Could you do a Loki imagine where he has a nightmare during the night and when the reader bursts into the room and asks him about it he keeps denying he had a nightmare until he suddenly bursts into sobs and the reader comforts and cuddles him? loads of fluffiness!!! (and possibly an adorable make-out session…😏) and the next morning Tony finds a video of the whole thing and shows all of the Avengers and instead of destroying everything Loki just kisses the reader in front of all of them” Author’s Note: so I used to think the hardest part about being an imagine/one shot writer was coming up with titles- but nah it’s writing in the way Thor and Loki talk ITS SO HARD LOL. But thank you everyone, I woke up with 1800 followers, and that is so amazing! I love you :)
He looked out for you, you got food, the parties, the living quarters. Even though you have moved from Asgard to live in the Avengers tower, he always seemed to be looking out for you.
“Sometimes I feel that you only use me for the food.” Thor said to you.
“Well, I guess you are an added bonus.” You shrugged, with a little smirk and a laugh.
“Wow, thanks.” He smiled at you.
“Alright, what do you want?” You asked.
“I cannot just come to see my best friend out of the goodness of my heart! Son of Odin, cannot be nice?” He grabbed at his heart. “I am insulted!”
“Thor,” You raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head with a smile. “You always seem to know when I need something.”
“Yes, that is what I get when I have known you for so long.” You nodded. “What do you need?”
“It is a lot to ask, but I feel you can do it.” Thor said, and you motioned your hands for him to pick up the pace and he laughed a bit.
“Due to Loki’s help to Jane Foster and myself in the Dark World, he has been released from the dungeon, and sent here. But seeing as no one still fully trusts him, it is wanted for someone to stay in the room next to his. I cannot, he would know we would watch him, but you…” Thor rambled on.
“Yes, I’ll do it.” You shrugged and Thor looked at you with a surprised expression when you accepted so quickly. “What? Loki used to be as good a friend as you to I, the three of us grew up together, after all.”