after all these years they are still my happy place

They chose this shot for the flashback and it’s one of my favorite Amira scenes. She looked so happy and contented, like that was the happiest moment of her short life and it was all thanks to a certain Afro and his promise of a better future together with her (“ Listen Amira, this time I’m gonna take you to a much better place than lousy ol’ Helheim…”) :’) Favaro remembers Amira in her best moment with her most radiant, most beautiful, purest smile. He still loves her and wonders if he did the right thing then after all those years. The OST for the flashback makes everything 10 times more meaningful and bittersweet ;;;;

I hope they give Favaro a chance to fulfill his words to Amira 10 and a half years later :)


@cheshirerabit said: Shit, your teacher Bakugou idea is something I never considered but now think would be really cool. Cuz he would not stop being a hero but he wouldn’t half-ass being a teacher so it would be like how All Might attempted to hero and teach but could actually work. Plus, I’m all for Bakugou’s role model switching with time to Aizawa. 10/10 idea.

Anon said: OMG Fran now i want to see Teacher or Older Bakugou or or Bakugou with Aizawa

Bless both of you for giving me a reason to talk about this cause honestly I love this idea way more than striktly necessary - this!!! is how I like to think it would go down:

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Give Me a Spin (Draco Malfoy x reader)

A/N: so this is the first time i’ve written in like two (maybe three) weeks..? and i rlly liked this and i felt rlly good while i was writing it,, and then i saw how short it was and literally cried bc i can’t seem to fucking write anything… well anyways i’m rlly sorry that it’s so short

word count: 420
warnings: none

You’ve been rushing around your house trying to clean and make dinner, just to make things a little easier for Draco. You know he’s been under a great deal of stress at the ministry lately and you just want to take a bit of his load off. You sit down for a moment, only to hear the cruddy knob on your front door jiggling. Your husband enters. “Smells good, Y/N!” He takes a seat next to you and smiles, pulling you into him and kissing your cheek. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You yawn slightly and place yourself in his lap. “Hi.” You grin and kiss his nose. “How was your day?”

He leans his head back and wraps his arms around you. “Long. Happy to be home with you.” He proceeds to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “Hey, is this..? Is this my old quidditch shirt?”

You glance down at the top you’re wearing. “Oh. Yeah, I was cleaning out some old boxes and-”

“Stand up,” He smirks. “Let’s have a look.”

You’re grinning now as you hop off his lap. You smooth the shirt down over your body, placing your hands on your hips. Draco smiles and you feel your heart flutter. Even after all these years, he still gives you butterflies with every look your way.

“Well, I have to say, Y/N,” He leans forward a bit and licks his lips. “you look much better in this than I ever did.”

You bite your lip, trying not to blush. “I beg to differ.”

He chuckles, “Of course you do.” He places his elbows on his knees, then his chin in his hands. “Give me a spin, won’t you, darling?”

You’re laughing now. “You are so cheeky!”

He merely shrugs and continues to gawk at you. “You’re my wife! I’m allowed to stare!” That’s when he grabs you. He hooks his arm around your waist and jerks you back into him. “Besides, it’s my shirt you’re modeling,” He purrs in your ear.

Suddenly, his fingers are digging into your sides, making you jolt away from him, giggling. “Dr-Draco- Don’t!” However, he’s on top of you now, tickling you senseless. “Please! Pl-please!! I c-can’t- breathe!!!” You scream, pounding your fists against his chest.

He finally lets up. “Okay, okay,” He sighs. “You’re lucky I love you.” He pecks your lips.

You smile against his mouth. “Sweetheart,” You mutter. He gives you a confused pout, to which you reply, “I think dinner is burning.”


A/N: So me being 5′2 I kinda have a size!kink and this gif does not help me at all so I kinda had an idea and here ya go! 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: flirting, swearing

Word Count: 750

You clutched the cool metal of Baby as you watched Dean walk towards you. It took all of your self-control to calmly and nonchalantly wait, even when all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and wrap yours legs around his waist – fuck. The jeans he wore today seemed to accent just how tall he really was, sending a delicious thrill down your spine that had you licking your lips. Dean didn’t know about the obsession you had with his tall broad frame, didn’t know that you constantly held back whimpers every time he strode confidently, and how the way his shoulders and arms engulfed you and made you so damn small, was probably the best feeling in the world. So of course, while you’re supposed to be keeping watch, all you could do was stare at your man and imagined all the ways you would climb the hell out of him.

“I guess I was just imagining it or something, there was nothing back there,” he stood beside you, unaware that your breath was caught in your throat and the way you tried so damn hard not to smile. “Wanna get going? We’re still a day out before we meet up with Sam,”

“No wait,” you called out, quickly latching a hand on to his wrist and tugged him towards you. With a raised brow, Dean watched warily as looked down at you. “Let’s just take a break, I’m getting a bit car sick and it’s really nice outside,” With a slight jut of your bottom lip, you knew it was only seconds before Dean would cave and agree with you, however, what you didn’t expect was for Dean to clutch your waist and hoist you up on the hood of Baby. A small groan escaped your lips, immediately grabbing the attention of Dean.

“Now what on earth was that, sweetheart?” With a lick of his perfect pink lips and a calloused hand brushing away the hair from your face, you were done for.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” You couldn’t stop the ever increasing blush, not with the way Dean was smirking at you. Cocky bastard.

“Nope, tell me. I want to know,” Nuzzling his way down to the underside of your jaw, he softly planted kisses on your skin, melting your resistance completely. Dean Winchester knew he had you in the palm of his hand. It took you a few moments before you could even think about forming a coherent sentence, your brain having turned to mush and the overwhelming presence of him not being of any help.

“It’s really stupid,” you breathlessly whined, sounding pitiful in terms of trying to put up a fight against his charm. Dean merely waited, knowing that he’d get it out of you soon enough. “I just… you’re so damn- god this is gonna sound ridiculous. I really really like how big and strong you are,” If you could have died of embarrassment, you would have gladly done so. You’re cheeks felt like they were on fire as you refused to meet Dean’s eyes. The silence from him was mortifying, chastising yourself for revealing such a liking in the first place.


“God, Dean. You really just love seeing me suffer,” You groaned, “It’s pretty damn self-explanatory. You’re like a freaking giant, with legs that just… and watching you is like watching a freakin’ god walk before you. And don’t even get me started on your arms, or your hands, or your back – fuck. It’s just, you’re so damn big and I really enjoy it all too much, okay?”

“So… you have a size kink?” he grinned widely, feeling all too smug with himself.

“Yes, dammit! You happy? Can we just get on the road please?” You begged, trying to hop off the hood but Dean had you trapped with his legs placed on either side of you. His right hand slowly made its way up to the nape of your neck and gently threaded his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to force you to look up at him.  

“Hey, you don’t need to get embarrassed. It’s really nice knowing my girl still has the hots for me after all these years,”

“I’m glad I could help your ego, babe,”

“Now let me tell you the hundreds of things that drive me wild about you, sweetheart,” he drawled, briefly planting a fierce kiss against your lips that you swore placed you on cloud nine.


Placing bookmarks within the pages of destiny


Give us a birthday roar, Leo! Don’t be afraid of attracting a little attention – this is YOUR month, and you’re already turning heads! Your vibe, aura, energy, whatever you want to call it – it’s off the charts and you’re finding that people are increasingly attracted to your outgoing, vibrant spirit. Put that energy to good use to dive headfirst into those passion projects you’ve been toying with for the past few months! If birthdays are good for anything, they’re for reminding us of how far we’ve come, and how far we have yet to go. Reflect on what you’ve accomplished, and celebrate it! But don’t stop there. You’ve been granted another year, so isn’t it time to make the most of it? That said, the time has come to give yourself a little bit more care and attention. I know this doesn’t come easily to you; you tend to prefer to give rather than take, and feel more comfortable putting others before yourself. Admirable, to be sure, but there are times you need to listen to your intuition, make yourself a priority. You may find yourself in situations where a choice must be made: your happiness, or someone else’s? Draw your inspiration from your lucky book this month, an incredible tale of family ties, and the complications that arise when love is pitted against loyalty. When are our sacrifices worth it? Are some things more important than family, than love? When your allegiances are tested, what holds true? Ultimately, Leo, the choice is always up to you – and you have another year of wisdom and experience under your belt. Draw from that, and then do your best not to look back.

LUCKY BOOK: Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie


It’s August, Virgo! Your birthday looms ever closer in the horizon, and you know what that means: time for some deep cleaning. What have you attracted in the past year that you know (perhaps only very deep down) it’s time to let go of? What has been dragging you down and stopping you from living your best life? Whatever those things are, this is your time to attack them with a bottle of your most high-powered cleaning spray and the coarsest washrag you own. You know better than anyone, Virgo, the freedom and joy in scrubbing at some hard-packed grit, and clearing it away to reveal the gleaming surface underneath. Half-hearted commitments, projects that have long soured, fake friendships – these are all areas you can tackle! It can be very difficult, sometimes almost unbearably so, to let go of the old way of seeing or doing things, especially if you’ve become accustomed to certain negative ideas or people to the point that they feel like home, like normal. But that’s no reason to continue clinging to them once you’ve seen the light. The 14-year-old heroine of your lucky book this month learns this lesson in some of most harrowing ways, but her journey to freedom is one you won’t soon forget. Take heart, Virgo, and remember that you are ultimately the master of your own fate. You hold the power – and the Windex!

LUCKY BOOK: My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent


It’s August, Libra, and rather than succumb to the Sunday blues (it is the Sunday of the calendar year, after all), you’re continuing the summer fun at full throttle. Your current happy place is within a large crowd lately, and lucky for you, we’re still in the heart of music festival season. But there may be more to it than just posing for the street fashion photographers at Lollapalooza and AfroPunk: you genuinely enjoy the sheer excitement and co-mingling of ideas that bubbles from being among a group of creative individuals. Not only are your friends your lifeline this month, offering you constant emotional support and accompanying you on hilarious adventures you can only share on your private blog, but even the strangers you meet may spark some new avenues of creativity you’ve never explored. Follow this impulse to profit from the collective; keep seeking new activities and areas where you can expand. You’re drawing from the most ancient instinct of living things: the compulsion to not only grow, but to change. Each new experience and memory is helping you develop into the person you’re supposed to become, a person markedly different from who you were ten years ago, twenty minutes ago, six months ago. So is it any wonder that your lucky book this month is a fascinating study of the way we think about evolutionary biology? The most minute quirks of DNA mutation can influence an entire species for generations – pathways that emerge from seemingly nowhere that take life to the completely unexpected places. Every action, every decision you make has an undeniable reverb effect that you may or may not ever discover, so come on, Libra. Let’s see what you’ve got up your sleeve next – and don’t skimp on the silly group photos, either.

LUCKY BOOK: Improbable Destinies by Jonathan B. Losos


“I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind.” Wise words from the late great Notorious B.I.G., and your mantra for this month, Scorpio! You’re all about that paper in August: you’ve been working hard, building your network, taking professional risks, and now, getting ready to reap the rewards. What form it will take remains to be seen, so don’t count any unhatched chickens. But one thing is clear: your ambition is going to take you far. Perhaps even history books far. Who knows? But while your career continues to soar to meteoric heights, don’t forget about the people who helped you get there: your friends. Female friendships in particular are going to be crucial this month. After all, you can only work but so much, and an unfortunate side effect of putting in major hours at the office is missing out on some quality time with your chosen family. So whenever you can, be sure to make time for some much-needed gossip fests or movie marathons. You need a counterbalance to the stress of the job, and reveling in the love and appreciation of your besties is a surefire way to not lose your mind during this exciting, but admittedly draining time. And who better to draw comfort from, than your fiercest supporters? Of course, if you’re looking for another source of encouragement, maybe the more literary kind, your lucky book this month is a testament to what the human mind can achieve. Not only that, but the myriad effects that innovation that have on society as a whole. From artificial intelligence, to the barcode, to IKEA’s Billy bookcase, there is a backstory to every object you take for granted, and many of them will surprise you. So, Scorpio, now we have to know…what will your backstory be? How will you make your mark on history?

LUCKY BOOK: Fifty Inventions That Shaped the Modern Economy by Tim Harford


The road goes ever on and on, Sagittarius, and this is your month to experience it firsthand! That stirring you’ve been feeling to get out and explore? Now is when you give in. And let’s be clear: this doesn’t mean you should max out your credit card and fly to the opposite end of the globe, swathing yourself in scratchy fabrics and embarking on a life-threatening quest. It is completely up to you (and your budget) where to go, how to get there, what do to there, and how long to stay. Want to spend a weekend in Nantucket? Wonderful! Want to spend a month in your childhood home? Fantastic! Wherever you go, there you are, so use this time of separation from your usual to become even more in tune with yourself and any spiritual, mental, psychological scores you need to settle. Don’t underestimate the benefits of retreating from the typical trappings of your usual life; even if you don’t venture as far as you’d like to this time, take the time to sit still. Look around. Breathe. Say hello to a stranger. If your journey has taken you abroad, try to learn a few sentences in the local language. And most importantly, find a quiet place and comfy chair to disappear into your lucky book this month: the story of a young boy who has also left his home, but (hopefully) for very different reasons. Chased by dark forces, he is forced to travel across a hot, empty desert plain – completely alone, until he encounters an old goatherd. Their paths thus intertwined, they must learn the rules of this harsh new country together. A thrilling vacation read, cautionary tale, humbling parable – let this searing story be whatever you need it to be, while you bask in the unknown of your own brand new corner of the world.

LUCKY BOOK: Out in the Open by Jesús Carrasco


Is it warm in here, or is it just me? Oh, wait – no, it’s just YOU. Cap, there’s really no other way to put it: you’re hot this month, and if no one has begun shooting you some furtive glances, they’re coming. This is your month for smooth seduction, and there’s absolutely no shame in that! Whether it’s an old flame or a new spark, the romantic interludes will be robust and who knows, may lead to something more. Keep your options open, and do yourself a favor? Save the spicy details for your journal. Active as your group text might be, you don’t need to share every encounter with four of your closest friends, not unless you enjoy the nonstop interrogation that is sure to follow! Sometimes keeping some secrets to yourself can make the most benign affair even more exciting, and after all, don’t you deserve some excitement? That said, Cap, don’t completely lose your head in the whirlwind of these new flings – keep one eye on your finances, too! Finding a much lower bank balance than expected is a surefire way to bring an ecstatic high to a crashing low, so be proactive and maybe decline some of the more extravagant date invitations…unless the other party is treating, of course! Your lucky book this month is a mesmerizing account of a young girl’s mission to learn her mother and grandmother’s history – a winding journey through truths and half-truths, memories of love, abandonment, betrayal, and new beginnings – to, in turn, better understand herself. It’s a beautiful, moving testament to the fleeting nature of life, and the lessons we learn in youth that become invaluable to the generations to come. So go ahead, have some fun this month. Hit it while it’s hot.

LUCKY BOOK: I’m Supposed to Protect You from All This by Nadja Spiegelman


Aquarius, Aquarius, Aquarius. You’ve been living large and in charge all summer, and it looks incredibly good on you. It seems like you’ve got it all figured out: job, home, friendships, fitness – you name it, you’ve conquered it. Well, okay, there’s one area that can use some development. You’ve been so focused on getting yourself in order over the past few weeks (or perhaps months!) that you’ve allowed your independence to push away a potential special someone. Maybe someone came to mind just now, maybe not. But this is the month to open up that part of your heart once more: even if you don’t feel ready to enter into anything serious, consider putting some time and effort towards building or re-building something a person who gets you. Sometimes you just need a person to keep you in check, to support your more wacky ideas, to hold your hands before you take major risk. Knowing that someone you care about always has your back can be incredibly freeing – not necessarily limiting or confining, as you may have been led to believe. As long as the lines of communication are open, the cards are on the table, and you’re both open to each others’ needs, there is no reason that a healthy, successful life cannot include someone you can call a partner – with as many or as few stipulations or boundaries as you both desire. Your lucky book this month is a spellbinding and unforgettable collection of short stories that will shed a brand new and sometimes discomfiting light on the nature of our relationships, whether romantic, familial, or otherwise. Sometimes entering a world gone slightly topsy-turvy can help us better appreciate our own – and avoid the mistakes of the characters we come to know and love, even in the space of a few pages.

LUCKY BOOK: What It Means When a Man Falls from the Sky by Lesley Nneka Arimah


Rise and shine, Pisces! This month, you’re feeling and looking fantastic – muscles tightening, blood flowing, skin glowing! No more late nights squinting at your phone; you’re tucking in early to avoid being sluggish the next morning. Midday bag of chips? Not for you – a brisk walk to get a fresh smoothie has become your new habit. Between your improved diet and consistent gym attendance, you’re right on track to achieve the sort of health goals you once found nearly impossible. And it’s a good thing too, considering how things have picked up at work! You need all your wits about you as you go through these hectic days and late nights, so keep up the good work. We do only get one body, after all, and it’s always in your best interests to keep it healthy and happy. And while we know work is pretty intense right now, you know what they saw about all work and no play, right? Even though it may seem wrong to inject some fun into such a go-go-go month, you need to let your hair down once in awhile and give yourself some time to relax and let loose. So that date you’ve been putting off? Just say yes! Enjoy the attention, show off all that exercise you’ve been doing! If you’re looking for some romantic ideas, might we suggest a homemade dinner date for two? You may be committed to new fit lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean all of your meals should be bland and oat-filled all the time. Your lucky book this month is sure to give you some delicious inspiration for some flavorful meals, as well as general tips and tricks for adding a special touch to your cooking, whether the recipe comes out of a book or not. Bon appetit!

LUCKY BOOK: The Art of Flavor by Daniel Patterson and Mandy Aftel


Beautiful Aries! This month is YOUR TIME. Your confidence is through the roof right now – or if it isn’t it should be! You’re turning heads left and right, friends and acquaintances alike are clamoring for your attention, and the dating prospects aren’t looking too shabby either! Basically, you’re totally owning it this month, and we couldn’t be more happy for you. As summer winds to a close, take full advantage of these final few weeks: enjoy a vacation day or two, bask in the sunshine, sip some frozé with a group of friends at noon. In other words, live!!! Enjoy it; life is fleeting anyway! Of course, a word of caution: no matter how amazing you look and feel, using the world as your red carpet can have its drawbacks. Keep a tight grip on your wallet, and be careful of what you post on social media. Money is not everlasting, but that regrettable photo from 4 AM absolutely is! Leave the tabloid-worthy blunders to the celebrities, and recognize when it’s time to leave the party. Speaking of, your lucky book this month will be right up your alley: a whip-smart, hilarious deep dive into the world of celebrity culture, what feeds our obsession, and what effect internet fame has on our culture at large. Walk like the street is your red carpet – and then enjoy cozying up in bed with this book, comforted by the fact that there isn’t paparazzi just outside your door.

LUCKY BOOK: The Stars in Our Eyes by Julie Klam


Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for being a homebody, Taurus. This month, you’re really into the warmth and comfort (or should we say air conditioning and comfort?) that comes from being safely ensconced at home, surrounded by your books, blankets, and favorite snacks. Maybe you’re finally get around to that deep cleaning you’ve been saying you’d undertake since the beginning of May, or there’s a room that’s just dying for a fresh coat of bright new paint. Or maybe the time has come to say farewell to your current place entirely, and try to find some digs. However you slice it, your priority this month is taking care of your sacred space, and reevaluating what the significance of that space means for you. It is a place of solitude and meditation, where you can escape the endless grind of the outside world? Is it a fortress for you and your closest loved one, where you can all be your unapologetic selves? Is it simply a place of refuge, where you can rest assured that in this tiny corner of the universe, you are safe, independent, and in control? You may find that you have much in common with the protagonist of your lucky book this month, a fiercely opinionated young woman who is on a quest to find a place she can rely on as home. Trapped in that infuriating liminal space between cultures, between countries, and does her best to carve for herself, everywhere she goes, a place that rests entirely under her control, a place where she can feel, even in miniature, that she is in a safe, familiar place. It’s a stunning tale that will put into sharp perspective one of the most pressing human rights issues of our time – pick it up whenever you feel yourself getting a little bit too serious about paint swatches.

LUCKY BOOK: Refuge by Dina Nayeri


Gemini, what’s good? You haven’t had the best few weeks, but it’s a month, a new day, and life is going to have to come a little harder than that to keep you down. Luckily, this month you’re all about that extra support: partnerships and close friendships are where you’ll thrive, and it won’t feel too crowded, or like a betrayal of your own independence – we promise. The key is to make sure the people you choose to surround yourself with add a special something that you wouldn’t be able to find elsewhere. Who makes you feel like your best self? Your most capable self? Your most ambitious self? Who lights that creative fire? Understand that while self-sufficiency is important, and your reliance on your own wisdom and wits is one of your best attributes, it can never hurt to solicit input and guidance from someone who can push you to aim even higher, and vice versa! So put yourself out there, be proactive. You can’t expect everything to come to you. Your lucky book this month is a short, trippy examination of race and class that follows a most unusual character in her quest for authenticity. Like you, she wonders who she really is, who she wants to be, and how – or who – can help her become that person? While you will undoubtedly avoid some of the more absurd situation she finds herself in, there is much to learn from her internal dialogue as she fumbles for ‘realness.’ Find your person (or people!), Gemini, but don’t lose sight of yourself in the process. You’re smarter and more resourceful than you know. Remember that!

LUCKY BOOK: New People by Danzy Senna


Up and at'em, Cancer! You’ve had a leisurely summer, laying back and enjoying the ocean breeze, marathoning your summer shows and sampling mimosas at every brunch spot in town. We don’t begrudge you living the unbothered life to the fullest, but alas, it truly isn’t a party if it happens every night. And unfortunately, it’s time for the party to end – for the time being. But you were sort of ready to kick it back into high gear anyway, weren’t you? You have a bit too much active energy to spend the rest of the summer whiling away the hours fruitlessly. This doesn’t mean you should throw all of your effort into the first opportunity that presents itself: be forward-thinking, but strategic. Know what you want, and then go after it. Get your feet wet at a few mixers and networking events so you can get some inside scoop on what’s for grabs, who to know, where to show up and show out. So go on, have at it! Dust off that resume, iron that button down. It’s time to start getting yourself back into the game. We understand that the transition back to the real world may be jarring, but you’re not a delicate flower; you can take a bit of unease and horror in your downtime literature. Your lucky book this month is a haunting short story collection that will raise the hair on your arms in the very best way. Both love story and cautionary way, it’s the absolute best selection for this month, when you need to be kept on your toes – although we highly recommend not saving this one to read right before bed.

LUCKY BOOK: Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin

I Forgive You

I forgive you for hurting me
I forgive you for loving me for seven years, only to break my heart
I forgive you for breaking my heart in the most devastating way
I forgive you for cheating
I forgive you for ignoring me, for never even calling to break up with me
I forgive you for emotionally abusing me for all those years
I forgive you for taking all my pain, weaknesses, & insecurities & using them against me
To tear down my already limited self-esteem
I forgive you for constantly lying
For constantly making excuses
I forgive you for using me
For walking all over me
I forgive you for manipulating my love for you into putting up with so many problems
So many red flags
I forgive you for insulting me
For publicly humiliating me time and time again
I forgive you for saying such hurtful, scarring things like, “How do you think it makes me feel when one of our friends looks at a girl SMALLER than you & says she’s too BIG for them?”
I forgive you for wasting all of my time
I forgive you for tainting every good memory of my life over our years together with your betrayal
I forgive you for having no remorse
I forgive you

What I can’t forgive is myself
For putting up with you
For putting up with your intolerant, judgmental, & dysfunctional family
For always taking you back whenever you’d cry your eyes out to me because I never wanted to hurt you
For sacrificing my own happiness to stay in an unhealthy relationship to make you happy
For giving you a place to live when you needed it, rent free for 5 years, and never thinking that you were using me
For keeping the pain of our problems inside because I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, even my closest friends, because I knew they’d all judge me for not leaving you
For not having any self-respect
For never listening to other people’s concerns about how you treated me
For still dwelling on our relationship & the pain you’ve caused me after all these months
For not learning these lessons sooner
For not loving myself

Because that’s what it all boils down to, right? I didn’t love myself when I loved you.


But I love myself now. More than ever.

I love the person I’ve become
Stronger, smarter, more resilient, happier…

So, thank you.
Thank you for being weak enough to lie & cheat
Thank you for being a coward & never calling me to end our relationship
Thank you for hurting me in a way I could never have even imagined hurting you
Thank you for making me realize what a wonderful, deserving person I am

I’ve learned & I’ve grown so much. And now I know what I won’t put up with in my next relationship.

Thank you for setting me free for the guy out there who actually deserves me. I can’t wait to give him all the love I have bottled up inside of me that I would’ve wasted on you.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a bughead au where they're in their 20s and hiding their relationship? Archie goes over to Betty's and sees male items (shoes, razors, deodorant, shirts etc) neatly placed around Betty's house almost like someone else lives there. Jughead then walks into the house with his own set of keys and archie figures it out


“Ill be home in an hour, I love you.” He whispered against her lips as he lifted his bag from the hook on the door.

“Love you too.” Betty smiled, leaning against the door frame, waving lazily as her boyfriend headed out for his meeting with his publisher. They had made plans on a quiet night at home but an emergency at his cover shoot was pulling him away from his warm bed and his beautiful girlfriend.

He mumbled complaints as he headed out, tucking his head into his hood to avoid the ever present rain.

Betty closed the front door and flopped down on her couch, it was early may and the flower shop she had just bought was booming, she had always been obsessed with flowers, it was her dream to open her own florist shop and now that dream had come true. She was proud and she felt accomplished, it wasn’t what her mother had wanted but with age she had grown out of that perfect girl next door image and was now a successful 25 year old woman living with the love of her life.

As soon as she shut her eyes, she was interrupted by the banging knock on her front door. Rolling her eyes, she smiled. Jughead was always forgetting something. She opened the door with an eyebrow raise

“What is it this…” she was cut off immediately by the sight of the familiar red headed boy she hadn’t seen in four years.

“Archie?” She whispered, shocked to see him at her front door.

“Hey bets.” He shrugged his shoulders and shot her a beaming smile as he gently pushed past her and into her home. He looked the same, same silly strut, same goofy smile.

“ what are you doing here arch? Where have you been? It’s been years.” She stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

He turned to her with a distant look in his eyes
“ I’m back in Riverdale for good, I went off to LA for a bit, tried my hand at music, didn’t work out. I got a job here, I’m gonna be working for dads construction, probably take over. It’s what I was destined for anyway. What about you? I have you on facebook, you’re so secretive. There’s hardly anything on there. Ronnie wouldn’t even add me. What’s up with that?” He looked around her apartment as Betty stood there helplessly “hey can I use your bathroom?” He asked.

Betty just nodded, so much was happening she felt her anxiety building. She couldn’t tell him about her and Jughead, the poor boy had had enough disappointment she didn’t wanna add to it. She looked around frantically, moving to flip Down the pictures of her and Jughead, she pulled down the framed photo of the two of them at his first book launch, and she quickly grabbed the notes he wrote her that she kept laying around the house.

“Betty?” He asked from behind her. She turned sharply, her yellow dress flying behind her
“What’s up with all the dude stuff in your bathroom? Shower gel? Deodorant? There’s even boxers on the floor? You got a boyfriend?… a husband?” His eyes were accusing and he looked… hurt?

“I..” she started before his eyes shot behind her

“Is that… Jugheads beanie?” He practically whispered, darting around her to grab it from the couch.

“Archie listen…”

Her heart was racing and she felt her fingernails dig into her palms, she hadn’t done that since high school.

As if it couldn’t get worse, she heard the click of the front door unlock and she felt her heart in her stomach

“Hey love , my meeting got cancelled halfway there, i swear to god that mans an imbecile. Wanna order….” Jughead stopped mid sentence, his eyes darting between his former best friend and the current love of his life. Assessing the situation quickly he spotted his girlfriends balled fists and Archie’s slack jaw, he moved to Betty’s corner so fast he hardly had time to blink

“Jug? What the hell?! What are you doing here? Do you live here? Are you two…” he trailed off, eyeing the pair in what seemed like disgust

“Together.” Jughead finished. His arm draping over Betty’s shoulder and squeezing
“We’re together. Have been for five years, were happy and if you can’t accept that, you aren’t welcome in our home. You were my best friend Arch, you cut everyone off. You don’t get to be angry.” He practically growled.

Betty nodded against him,
“We didn’t mean to hide anything from you but you haven’t been around, we have a new life now Archie.”

“No one told me, no one even let me know. What about facebook I..” he finished lamely

“That’s not the kind of couple we are, we’re private. You hurt us when you cut us off like that, that’s why Ronnie won’t add you, did you know she’s married? Pregnant too.” Betty said simply, squeezing closer to Jughead.

“What? She’s.. to who?” He was defeated now, maybe he thought everything would be the same when he came back, Maybe he thought both of his high school sweethearts would be pining after him after all these years.

“She married Reggie, he coaches football at Riverdale high he’s the gym teacher too, Veronica Runs an interior decorating company from home. They’re happy together, they’re a beautiful couple.” Betty finished softly, looking up at Jughead who nodded encouragingly and looked into her Eyes with complete adoration.

“Things have changed pal.” He said looking up at Archie who was slowly making his way to the door, shoulders slumped.

“I’m back now, doesn’t that count for something?” The redheaded boy said lowly.

Jughead and Betty both nodded

“It’s gonna take time, but you’re still my friend, you’re still our friend.” Betty said placing a hand to his shoulder, soothingly.

Jughead nodded
“ meet me at pops tommorow for breakfast, I think we’ve gotta couple things to talk out.”

As Archie nodded solemly on the front porch of the cooper jones residence, he stared at the couple hand in hand looking lovingly into each other’s eyes, as the door closed slowly

Things most definitely had changed and maybe.. maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing


Seriously? NARUTO’s wedding, NARUTO anime and whatever and the episode is 70% Iruka. Not that I dont like Iruka but?????? I know Naruto’s request was important, but still… 

Also they almost didn’t show the wedding.. I understand that they had to show InoSai and ShikaTema, but they could’ve done that differently.. If they showed the ceremony or something more than a couple of people drinking at the backyard it would have been so much more beautiful and meaningful…

And just dont get me started on that RIDICULOUS SasuSaku moment. That’s SP for you. Trying to show some kind of SasuSaku bond by having Sasuke not attending the fucking wedding and sending a one word note (that says congratulations btw) to Sakura that is meant for Naruto. WHY? Why not send it to Naruto instead?? Or write to Sakura something like “on my way” or i dont even kno… And Sakura getting all blushy and happy after that note… I’d be seriously confused on her place. It almost sounds like Sasuke thinks Naruto is marrying Sakura lol. Being late might be fashionable, but not attending your best friend’s wedding is wow :D I know that he’s probably not able to be there, but I still find it kinda shitty.. 15 years and Sasuke gets 2 seconds screen time and Sakura gets to say one word…  Honestly the whole episode doesnt make any sense. 

SP you fucked up.

Overall, I’m ultra disappointed, because that was not an honorable ending to such long and amazing anime that has been a part of so many people’s childhood. It was weak and somehow feels unfinished. There isn’t even a reasonable amount of Naruto in the ending of NARUTO.  Hope Boruto isn’t the same way… ugh

This whole thing probably sounds super messy, but I’m just so mad..

Happier With You (Part Four)

Summary: Steve has had many regrets in his life, but his biggest regret was when he let you go all those years ago. Now, you’re with someone else, and you’re happy. And that’s all that Steve wants for you. But he knows that he was happier with you by his side. And deep down, you know it too.

Inspired by: Ed Sheeran’s entire Divide album.
Also, inspired by my friend, Tator Tot. Nothing spicer than Sriracha Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1442

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3 Months - Dally Winston Imagine

A/N: @dreamsarenot4sleeping, I got very involved while writing this imagine and may have skipped over the part of your request where the reader gets angry! If you’d like I can add a part two at some point that includes some angst (also can we get some appreciation for my super creative title ideas)

Word Count: 322

Warnings: Sex mention/implication

Pairing: Dally Winston x Reader

“Three months,” I sigh. It feels like it’s been years since Dally got arrested for theft and years since I last saw the mischevious blond. Today’s his release date, but when I last visited him he told me that he might not get out until as late as eight at night.

It’s six in the evening right now. Outside, it’s still light out and the street lights haven’t even been turned on yet, but I decide it wouldn’t hurt to relax and take a nap before Dal gets home. So, I lie down and pull a blanket over myself before falling asleep.

“Doll, I’m home.” I groan gently, still half asleep. “Babe! Get up!” It suddenly clicks in my brain that Dally is home and I bolt upright.

“Dally!” Every part of me is overwhelmed with happiness at seeing him again and I smile widely.

He chuckles when I get off the couch and hug him tightly, greeting him as though he’s home from years of serving in a war instead of homes from a couple months in prison. “Someone missed me,” he remarks, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

“Of course I did, you are my boyfriend, after all.” I start placing kisses all over his face, enjoying that he’s allowing me to be affectionate like this. It doesn’t last for long, though, because he soon is giving me kisses, but these are on my neck.

“I missed you too,” he confesses in a low, alluring voice. Kissing my lips hungrily, I notice his hands moving to my hips and the way my knees are beginning to become weak.

“Dally,” I murmur, my lips still against his, “We gotta go lie down.”

With a smirk, he pulls away and takes my hand in his then he tugs me towards our room. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Dear Journal,

Have I ever told you how great it is to wake up next to my husband. Sirius is so cuddly in the mornings, i love it. This morning he was wearing his favorite grey boxers and his raven hair was messy. I smiled at his tired eyes and his fuller lips.

“Goodmorning baby.” He said, his voice still deep and his eyes half closed.

“Goodmorning.. How d'you sleep honey?” I asked.

“Like a baby.. I want cuddles..” He said, laying on my chest.

His face was burried in my neck. He took the opportunity to kiss it slowly as I brushed my fingers on his bare back. His skin was so soft. We layed there for a good 5 minutes and suddently heared a soft knock on the window. I looked outside and saw our family owl. I jumped out of the bed and opened the window, letting a few raindrops into the house.

“After 6 years of him being at Hogwarts you still get excited when Teddy sends a letter?” He said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Babe c'mon it’s our little Teddy bear!” I said, giving the owl a treat and walking back to the bed, only wearing my underwear and t-shirt.

I sat down and leaned my upper back on the pillows. Sirius crawled next to me and layed his arm around my shoulders.

“Open it!” He chuckled.

I smiled and opened the letter. I instantly recognized my son’s cute handwriting.

“Dear Dads,
Another letter from your wonderful son! My Astrology exam went well! They asked a question about the Sirius star! I smiled when I read it. I’m a bit nervous for tommorow’s Quidditch game against Ravenclaw.. Our best beater is still at the hospital wing and Everyone wants to win the house cup so bad! I just don’t want to disapoint my team.. But apart from that, James Sirius and I studied for his charms test and he got an "O” for “outsanding”!! We celebrated with a butterbeer on the astronomy tower. We talked and laughed and it was really great. Him and I get along so well that we didn’t see the time pass and we had to snuck in after curfew.. We didn’t get caught thank Merlin! I can’t believe the school year is almost over! I can’t wait to see you both.. I love you xox

Ps: How’s thunder? “

I smiled and held the letter to my heart. Sirius kissed my cheek and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen.

"I’ll go make breakfast!” He said.

“Okay! I’ll write back to our baby..” I said, picking up the pretty letter paper we kept by the bed.

“My Dear Teddy,
Hey my love! Pads and I glad to see that you’re doing well in astronomy! And you don’t have to be nervous for your quidditch game honey, your team did great all year long, you can win and i’m sure of it! I’m also really happy that you’re spending time with James Sirius to help him in his charms studies. Lily told me he was so grateful that you helped him. I’m proud of you. You’re the best son I could’ve ever ask for. I can’t wait to see you butterfly. Your dad is making breakfast and it smells really good. He even got an upgrade at the hospital! Your dad is now one of the best healers there ever will be. As for the library, everything iss going amazingly. People love it! I even got a visit from Johnny! I showed him a picture of you because you had grown so much since he saw you last summer! Oh i miss you Ted and I can’t wait for you to be home my love. I love you so so so much! xox


Ps: Thunder’s still as amazing as ever!

Pps: If you miss me, hold your stuffed animal close to you and think about me. ”

I smiled and folded the letter neatly. Teddy still slept with his two stuffed animals Sirius and I got him when he was a baby. You know, the ones that looked like a wolf and a black dog? These ones. He always told us that, in his dorm, he would sleep without them because he didn’t want his friends to laugh but sometimes, he would close his bed curtains and sleep with them in his arms. My little boy was all grown up now..

“Babe, breakfast’s ready!” Sirius yelled from the kitchen, making thunder jump.

I walked into the kitchen and spotted two big plates. One filled with fruits, and the other with cinnamon rolls.

“After all these years you still know how to make me happy..” I said, kissing his soft lips.

“Fresh fruits and cinnamon rolls. Your favorite.” He smiled.

“I love you.” I chuckled, as he placed his hands on my lower back while mine were around his neck.

“I love you too.” He smiled.

June 1st 2014

anonymous asked:

Can you do, "That's sweet," with either enj or grantaire saying that to the other?

It had been three years that Grantaire had known Enjolras, and three years that Enjolras had spent Christmas at Combeferre’s childhood house. And at first, Grantaire’s hadn’t thought much of it. Enjolras and his father were not on speaking terms, that was common knowledge. But still, every week before Christmas, Enjolras looked a bit… Grantaire wouldn’t have called it sad. Wistful, maybe. Melancholic.

He didn’t know if he should said anything. It wasn’t his place, after all. But he hated seeing Enjolras that way. It was subtle, but he could still tell. It was in the way Enjolras picked at his nails. The way he stayed quiet when people talked about their family Christmas plans. It broke Grantaire’s heart.

They said the festive season was hard on lonely people. And although Enjolras as the furthest thing from lonely, Grantaire knew too well how it felt to feel alone on the crowd.

“Hey,” he said one day, as they were stacking up chairs in the backroom of the Musain. “You could spend Christmas at my place this year, if you want. My mom would be happy to have you.”

Enjolras looked at him, confused. A slight blush crept on his cheeks, and he hid behind the chair he was lifting.

“I-It’s nice, really, but I don’t want to disturb. I usually go to Combeferre’s, but he’s going on a trip to Strasbourg with Courf this year, so…”

“So you’ll be alone at Christmas,” Grantaire completed. “Come on. You won’t be disturbing anyone, it’s my mom, my sister and me. And we never finish the turkey by ourselves.”

For a second, Enjolras disappeared behind a stack of chair. Maybe he was avoiding the conversation. Or Grantaire. Or both. Maybe Grantaire made built up too much expectation. Enjolras repeared and sat on a nearby table.

“Grantaire, that’s very sweet of you but… I don’t want you to feel like you have to, you know? You don’t have to take pity on me because I’ll be alone for another capitalistic, over commercialised holiday.”

Grantaire looked at him, stunned, before breaking into a bright fit of laughter.

“A capitalistic holiday! Oh my god. What an Enjolras thing to say. Okay, what if I promise you I won’t buy you anything? And my mom makes a great Christmas log. You’d be a fool to miss it, comrad.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same.

“Fine. But I’m only doing it for the Christmas log, okay?”

“I don’t doubt it.”



Prompt - y/n comes back to beacon hills and see her ex Peter hale. Warnings ~ none Pairing ~ Peter hale x reader Note - y/n = your name, y/h/c = your hair color

Please comment what you think I love to hear feedback!



you turned at the sound of you name to see a pair of green eyes you hadn’t seen in nearly 15 years.

“Derek hale, wow” you said opening your arms to hug him. As a teen you had spent time with the hale family. Talia had known your family had offered to let you all stay for a while when your mother helped her with a hunter problem.

“what are you doing here” he asked smiling. “Well where do I start, I ran away from my coven after they got into some black magic that nearly killed us, so I wanted a new start and beacon hills was the one place I was happy.” you told him. After explaining you was still finding a permanent place the was a hotel you were currently staying in. Derek was having none of it telling the was plenty of space in the loft for you stay there free.


“is this a good idea? ” peter whispered watching the (y/h/c) woman reading on the couch. Derek laughed “she’s staying! It’s not going to be a problem is it?” He asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow. Peter grumbled “she hates me you know that right” Derek just laughed again “that’s not my fault" 


You had finished putting your things in the new room Derek had shown you. After making a drink, you sat in the loft when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "y/n” peter said. “go away” you replied as coldly as you could. Peter turned around going back to his room knowing y/n wouldn’t speak to him.  But couldn’t help hear her take an upset shaky breath and her heart beat change giving him hope she still cared enough to be upset.

A little later Derek came back with a few teenagers and quickly introduce you to them all. Y/n went back to the kitchen to make some dinner. “who is she?” stiles asked Derek who was rolling his eyes “an old friend,” “my ex girlfriend” peter said before Derek could finish. “what” both Lydia and Stiles said in unison wide eyed at the ex alpha. Peter listened and could hear y/n still cooking and hadn’t hear the pair shout. “they was together when they both was in school, it didn’t end very well” Derek said Peter looked at Derek his eyes screaming shut up. “she’s like half your age how is that even..” stiles started mumbling trying to work out ages Peter was 30ish, y/n only looked in her early 20s. “she’s a grand witch she has a different aging process she’s the same age as me but looks 10 years younger” peter told stiles annoyed by the boys questions.


Peter had stayed sat on his usual place on the staircase. You had begun getting to know everyone, you and Lydia quickly became friends fast along with stiles. They was talking about the last thing that nearly killed them, “yes we had all forgotten him we had a picture it had vanished” stiles and Lydia was telling y/n about the ghost riders.

Peter watched seeing this as a chance to talk to y/n. “it was intense stiles and I where trapped..” peter was cut off. Y/n had lifted her hand without looking  at Peter. The glasses on the table, the mirror and light bulb all smashed. “I said don’t talk to me” you shouted. Peter coughed bushing off the broken glass that had come from the bulb above him “you can’t still be that angry” he looked at her waiting for an answer but didn’t get one “your gonna have to speak to soon y/n” peter said louder in a singsong way as she snarled him and walked way.

“what! happened! between! you two! I have to know!” stiles said giddy nearly coming out of his sit. Lydia raised her hand a little “I would also like to know.” as she started to clean up the table.


Peter took a deep breath before telling his story. “When y/n moved in I had fallen for right away, she was gorgeous funny loving and powerful,” he waved his arm around showing the damage she’s done tonight. “we had become a couple straight away and truly loved each other never apart, until one day the was a party at one of the basketball players houses. I wanted to go but y/n hated party’s and didn’t. So after a massive fight, I went anyway, after a few hours I joined in a game if truth or dare. My dare was to kiss some girl from the cheerleader squad. When y/n walked in. She had changed her mind and wanted to say sorry about our fight and she saw me kissing the girl. The next day I tried to tell her I was sorry but she’s so stubborn she wouldn’t speak to me I got angry so I didn’t shift into a werewolf I grabbed her tried to kiss her. That’s when all the windows in the house shattered the mirrors plates cups glass everything broke. Including all the bones in my body shattered. She walked out as I laid screaming and I haven’t seen her since until Derek brought her here”

Peter walked away, still thinking about the day y/n left. Determine to fix it or at least say sorry. Not a day had gone by he hadn’t wished her back. Y/n was the only person Peter had ever loved.


Y/n listened to peter explaining to the stunned teens. You could see the pain he felt in his eyes. As Peter walked to the stairs you hid so he couldn’t see you watching him. Feeling hurt at the vivid memory. Watching him also brought back the good ones. When he used to take you on midnight picnics or how you stayed in bed all day like nobody else in the world existed.

No one saw Peter the rest of the but you kept looking to the staircase for him, Derek kept you talking every time he saw you asking a question nudging stiles to talk. He had always known when Peter was on your mind as kids and always found a way get your mind off him when needed.


Peter woke early and could hear mumbling from y/n room as he walked outside the door he smiled knowing she was sleep talking. the sound of his name made him freeze he pressed his ear to the door but didn’t hear anymore works just the single soft sob. He ran to his room getting dressed she dreams about me he thought to himself feeling proud. He went to Deaton to see if he could find a way to stop y/n magic long enough to talk to her.

You woke you to see Derek packing ropes and chains “morning y/n” he call happily. It was to early for you to be that smiley “I’m going out and Peter’s not here you’ll have the loft to yourself today” this made you smile you didn’t want to see any if the hale boys until you woken fully. “what’s with the kinky gear” you joked as you yawned covering your mouth with one hand pointing at his bag with the other, making him blush “it’s Erm it’s not like that we’re, we’re doing training and I wanna see of the can escape traps.” he stuttered  embarrassed then laughed when you  rolled my eyes laughing at his pink cheeks “Derek hale gone red who’d of thought it would be so easy,  well have fun then I guess chaining up your betas” Derek left with a rare smile.

After a coffee you got dressed and went into Derek’s training room. You put you headphones on finding the perfect work out music. You saw a small set of gloves and put them on going to the punching bag. After an hour you had gotten rid of all your pent up aggression from the last 24hrs.

Feeling good you went to get a shower when you saw Peter in the living room crouched on the floor. He stood up looking at you with a devilish smile. You knew that smile it meant he was up to no good or had something planned.


You went to go up the stairs when Peter blocked your path. “please just talk to me” his eyes pleaded stirring into yours. His eyes always made you weak he could look at you and making you melt. “leave me alone” you answer looking away still wanting to be mad at him, not wanting to forgive him for braking your heart.

Going to walk past him he grabs your arms, pushing and pinning you to the wall. You shout and wave your hands but nothing happens. Peter lets you go but still stands close. You try to make him move with another force of magic but again nothing. Peter laughed “look at the floor”. Looking down you see a pentagram with lots of symbols around it. “it blocks you magic” you slap him and push him back, his eyes turn blue “you are going to let me talk y/n” he started then looked down thinking how he wanted to say his next words.

“I miss you I was so stupid that night.” you go to walk away not being able to step outside the chalked symbol. “break it” you say not wanting to talk about it with him. He didn’t speak turning to face him “break it now” you scream loader.

Peter refused, “not until your no longer angry with me anymore or at least hear me out ” he says low. That was it you didn’t know what cane over you. “angry doesn’t even begin to explain!” you start pacing up and down, “You broke my heart, I loved you Peter more then anything and you cheated on me. I hated myself for months thinking why was I never good enough, I cared about so much it hurt to be away from you. I believed all those silly little promises about being you made eternal mate marks and soul mates but then I saw you and her kissing. I knew I was a fool for believing you” you had gotten so load and was so angry if you magic was working you would blow out a whole block. The tears now ran down your face, your breathing erratic you knew it was all too much. Every ounce of pain, hate anger fear all came out in that one rant. Causing a panic attack.

Peter saw the start of your attack and ran to you putting his arms around your back pulling you into a tight hug trying to calm you. You slide your arms around him missing the feeling of being held by him, your heart and breath quickly stabilizing. “shh” he whispered rubbing your back trying to stop your crying “I’m sorry I hurt you, you leaving me hurt more then the pain when you shattered my bones. I swear I loved you” he took a breath and held you tightly “I still do” he said lower but you still heard him.

You let go looking at him. “What did you say?” knowing exactly what you heard but wanting to double check. “I never stopped loving you y/n, I’d do anything to show you that” he sadly smiled holding out his hand to you. You don’t take it.

“What if I don’t love you anymore” you lied trying to show you didn’t forgive him that easy. He now had a smirk across his lips. “we both know that’s not true, you can’t lie to me y/n) with each word he moved closer to you until his lips were against your ear. "I can hear you heartbeat I know you still feel something” his hands held your waist.

Peter leaned in for a kiss and against all the logical senses you had you kissed him back. You could feel him smile against your lips before pulling his head away and resting it on your forehead. “I love you and if you take me back I’ll prove it everyday” he asked more then told. clearly seeing he truly meant it, You stood on your tiptoes kissing his cheek “you best had Hale” smiling happy to have the only person you had ever loved back.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist laughing and screaming. He kicked a gap in the chalk cycle carrying you into the other half of the room to the couch.

“I missed you” was all he said as Derek and the pack walked in confused by the sight of you and Peter wrapped around each other with wide blushed smiles on your faces.


Straight up now tell me

Dear Maya
Happy Day After Valentines Day! I’ll be straight with you - this is one of my favorite days of the year. All the chocolate is half price. It doesn’t get much better! How about our favorite girl on SNL a couple of weeks ago? OMG she was too much! I love how she puts people in their place. She looked hot as always! (no, I’m not gay but I still think she’s hot.) Her handsome man sure makes my temperature rise too (that’s the straight truth)

K: dude. Your Valentine bromance in Berlin is blowing up twitter. #notmypresident is going to be one jealous fucker. I think he’s in love with you

R: It’s time everyone knows the truth

K: alternative facts?

R: I am soooooooooooooooo gay

K: STFU! After SNL the whole world knows how gay I am & now you toooooooooo. Just whoa dude

R: well…….you saw the hand holding…… can only mean one thing

K: I actually totally love that you and I are both gay. Whew. No more secrets

R: maybe people will leave us alone to go about our gayness

K: wishful thinking

R: mmmmm know what I’m thinking?

K: thinking about that Valentine I left on your pillow?

R: picturing you licking the envelope sure as fuck makes me straight

K: wait what?? you’re straight now?

R: I am. Straight up. Damn straight.

K: STFU! me tooooooooooooooooo

R: Isn’t it amazing how in sync we are? I’m gay, you’re gay then I’m straight and you’re straight

K: Can’t even wrap my head around it……. back to Valentines……I loved mine. Sooooo much. Thanks dude

R: you liked that did you?

K: how could I not? You picked it out

R: I do have excellent taste. I picked you

K: awwwww!

R: your smile this morning was thanks enough

K: I’ ll be sure to show you my appreciation again later. :) so your fav gift is a “trade secret” huh? Is “trade secret” a code phrase?


K: like your secret twitter addiction????

R: I am NOT addicted to Twitter! I don’t tweet. I lurk. It’s not the same thing
K: twitter is full of shit

R: people who tweet solely for attention are full of shit.

K: some people need to be straightened out

R: some people are too twisted

K: word

R: truth

K: no alternative facts

R: just giving it to you straight up

K: yes please

R: ?

K: yes please give it to me straight up.

R: Is that code for something?

K: do I need to show you?

R: I love when you show me

K: that’s why I’m pretty sure you’re not gay. Despite the hand holding

R: You got me. I’m not gay. So you wanna hold my hand?

K: I totally rock at hand holding

R: you rock at something even better

K: I love the way you make me rock. But. I still love holding your hand

R: you hold my heart too

K: you hold mine dude. Always have. I straight up love you

R: I straight up love you more

So sweet Maya
There are some seriously twisted people in this world and there will always be snakes we have to watch out for but goodness will ultimately prevail. Love trumps hate. It’s going to be OK.

“I know no one can replace my father but the closest person that can replace a father is a mother. Growing up, she was my best friend and used to be my homework teacher. My mother loved children, and she used to pester me that she would love to have grandchildren before she dies and that she wished I should get married soon. One time, I gently took her hands placed them on my head and kissed them and told her that I promise I will marry someone that has the same calibre as her. I made her so happy that she was smiling from ear to ear and just like that; she picked me up and like a little kid placed my head on her lap. I still remember that happy moment. Two years ago, she fell ill. As her child, I attended to all her needs. My uncles suggested that my aunts take over so that they can do things like helping her with going to the toilet or bathing her, things usually fit for a girl to do. I refused. I told them that for 19 years she was my mother and father and this time I’m both her son and daughter. One morning, she woke me up after I fell asleep on her chest. I asked her how she was and she replied that she had the most amazing sleep in a long time. I stood up and started cleaning the house before visitors knocked on our door. As I was trying to swoop the floors, she told me that it’s not necessary and that it’s still quite early and quite chilly outside. I remember those words clearly for they were the last words she uttered to me. I told her that it’s ok and proceeded cleaning the house. Whilst I was cleaning, I went back to check on her and saw her lifeless body. She went back to God. I started hating myself out of grief for cleaning the house instead of being at her side and saying my goodbyes. She died alone without me by her side. After we had buried her, I didn’t cry because I was trying to show a brave face but inside, I was dying from heartache. When I went back, I remembered how grateful I was for she educated me and taught me proper manners. I am proud to be her son.”


“Waan ogahay in aan qofna I buuxin karin kaalintii aabbahay,lakiin qofka ugu dhaw ee isaga ii bedeli karayey waa hooyaday. Koritaankaygi waxay ahayd saaxiibka igu dhow, waxay ahayd macalinka guriga igu caawiya. Hooyaday aad bey u jeclayd caruurta, maalin maalmaha ka mid ah ayeey igu tiri waxaan raba inaan caruurtaada arko ee mad guursatid. Intan garan waayey waxaan ugu jawaabo ayaan intaan gacamaheyga madaxada ku qabtey oo dhunkadey ayaan ku iri hooyo macaan maalintan arko qof dumar ah oo adiga oo kale ah anaa ku hor keeni doona. Intay faraxdey bey laabta iga lisay sidii ilmo yar o kale. Weli waan xasuusta dareenkeydi iyo sidee u faraxdey ilaa maanta, labo sano ka hor aad bey u xanuunsatay, aniguna waxaan ku filaaday damaanad qaaday dhamaan wixii ay u baahnayd oo dhan, kadib abtiyaashay ayaa talo soo jeediyey ah in shaqadan ay ku haboontahay in gabar qabato marka habaryaro ay hawshaas ku wacanyihiin si ay uga caawiyaan maadama ay tahay hawl gabar ku haboon. Waan ka diiday taas, waxaan u sheegay 19 sanno waxay ahayd hooyaday hadana kaalintii aabahay ii buuxisay, maanta aniga u ah wiil iyo gabar labadaba. Maalin ka mid ah maalmaha aan soo maray oo ah subax hore ayeey I toosisay anigo laabteeda ku hurda kadib waxaa waydiiyey sidee tahay hooyo? Kadib waxay tiri waxaan seexday hurdo la seexdo tii ugu wacnayd Waan toosay si aan guriga u nadiifiyo ka hore inta aysan marti albaabkanaga soo garaacin, anigoo baldii biyo ku sida baan so ag maray oo isalaha qolalka nadiifi markasey igu tiri, ‘hooyo iska dhaaf weli waa aroore qabow na waa jira ee’. Waan xasuusta ilaa maanta waxay ahaayen kalmadahii igu danbeeyey ee aan hooyadey ka maqalo. Kadib waxaan ku iri hooyo waa caadi taas aniguna hawshii nadiifinta guriga iska sii watay. Intii aan guriga kala gurayey, ayaan dib ugu noqday dhankii hooyaday jiiftay kadib waxaan arkay in jirkeedi naftii ka baxday, rabbi dib u oofsaday. Waxaan bilaabay in aan naftayda ku canaanto sow kama haboonayn in aan dhinaceeda joogo intii aad guriga nadiifintiisa ku jeeday si aad ugu sii ducayso. Kadib markii aanu aasnay maan ooyin, sababto ah waxaan rabay in aan dadka tuso in aan adkaysanayo, laakiin qalbigayga maalintaas murugo iyo naxdin ayaan u dhimanayey , markii aan soo noqday , waxaan xasuusta sida ugu faraxsana hooyaday waxay i bartay aqoon iyo anshaxa, waan ku faraxsanahay in aan wiilkeedi ahaa.”


Peeta Imagine

for @alfrette

“Adam Brown”

Relief filled your body immediately followed by grief. You were relieved that you didn’t know the two kids standing on the stage but you also felt guilty for being relieved. That was still someone’s friend, sibling, or child. It was still another innocent child being used as a pawn for the Capital’s game, a game that the districts would never truly win. Effie finished her spiel and the crowd started to disperse. Moments later a body crashed into yours and arms wrapped around you.


You hugged him tighter and breathed in his familiar scent, a mixture of fresh bread and firewood.

“Y/n, we made it. We’re safe now. We made it through our last reaping.”

“I hate this feeling. I hate that I’m relieved it wasn’t either of us because did you look at those kids? They won’t survive the first five minutes.”

“I know. If feel the same way.”

You were too drained to continue the conversation so you just let Peeta hold you. He eventually pulled away but grabbed you hand in his. You leaned your head on his shoulder as he led you to your house.

You noticed Peeta slowing down and you looked up at him in confusion, you were still ten minutes from your house.


“I want to ask you something.”

He let out a deep breath and faced you holding both of your hands in his.

“I want to start a life with you. I want build you a house, dance with you in the kitchen, lay with you in bed talking all night, have kids, and grow old together. I want you by my side for the rest of our days.”

You were taken back by his words. Peeta had been your best friend for years. And you loved him more than anyone in the world. But there was so much in the way still. District 12 was no place for a happy ever after.

“Peeta… I love you. And I always will but… what you want doesn’t exist. And why would you want kids? Don’t you see where we live? We raise them just for slaughter at the Capital’s hand or they starve staying here. I don’t want to live like that.”

“I would never bring kids into a world like the one we grew up in. But I don’t want to stay here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s leave. We both know that fence is just for show. And I’ve heard the talk in the markets. I think District 13 exists and I think we can make it there. We can start a life there. Let’s leave tonight and never look back. We can take your family with and mine won’t miss me, you know that.”

You thought over Peeta’s words. You had heard about District 13 as well but you had never found enough hope to believe it actually existed. But that was one of the things you loved most about Peeta, he always had hope. The pros soon outweighed the cons and you knew you had to try. A life on the run, searching for 13, was better than a life left starving in 12.



A bright smile erupted on your lips and you joyful tone filled your voice.

“I want to run away with you, Peeta Mellark. I want you to build me a home. I want to dance with you and lay with you. I want to have your children and grow old with you. Let’s leave and never look back.”

“There’s one thing I need to do first.”

Peeta bit his lip nervously and pulled a small box from his back pocket. Your eyes went wide as he got down on one knee and gently took your hand in his.

“Y/n, my life was in black and white until I met you. You brought color into my life. You challenge me to be the best man I can be and you love me when I fail. I’ve never known a woman more brilliant than you and I don’t think one exists. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine and I can’t imagine a future without you. Y/n, will you marry me?”

Tears were pooling your eyes and you nodded your head as fast as you could. Peeta smiled up at you and slid the most beautiful ring on your finger as you said ‘yes’.

“Yes, forever and always, yes!”

Once the ring was on your finger he jumped up and grabbed you in his arms. Your feet lifted off the ground as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. Thoughts about the Capital and the games were the farthest thing from your mind as Peeta held you. For once, all you could think about was a future that held more beauty and love than you ever thought possible.

***Just a reminder that I am no longer taking Hunger Games or Divergent requests. I’m just finishing the ones in my inbox. I am only taking the 100, Teen Wolf, or Maze Runner requests from now on. Hope you enjoyed this and thanks for reading!***

x Macy

Hello to everyone refollowing me! It’s been a while, huh?

In case you’re wondering how I’ve been: life has been amazing. I’m in a really, really good place right now (left my abuser almost a year and a half ago), and Baby is eighteen months old, doing amazing as well.

Life has been rough since I left, but I am in the best health I’ve ever been, physically and emotionally. Baby is growing, learning, and so very happy and healthy. They are very, very funny, and very, very sweet.

So if you were worried after I left, don’t worry :) everything turned out so well for me. I still struggle sometimes, but all in all we’re doing amazing.

i love my adoptive family so much 

living with them this summer again, so so so very excited! i have a job for this summer, knockout and i are doing great, i’m more secure and stable, i’ve been hanging out with my friend’s mom who is basically my mom every couple of weeks and she’s genuinely happy to have me around and talks to me and listens to me and cares! and living with one of your best friends is also good, being active and looking forward to all the summer events is good!

i have a place to live already set up for after summer, i still have priority registration so worrying over classes for sophomore year isn’t a thing, i’m very very happy 

Pinky Promise

This took so long to write lmao anyway here’s some Dad Might I guess! I hope you enjoy!

Izuku rubbed at his eyes again. He wasn’t getting much sleep the past few days. When his friends asked him why he looked so tired, he’d lie and say something about studying. It wasn’t a total lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. Honestly the reason for his recent exhaustion was embarrassing and he didn’t want to talk about it. Izuku fought to keep his eyes open, but his head hit the desk before he knew it.

“Midoriya!” called Aizawa although to Izuku it sounded garbled. Izuku shook his head in an attempt to stay awake. He’d already forgotten what they were talking about so whatever question Aizawa was going to ask him was going to be fruitless. “Come here.” Aizawa said, crooking his finger, gesturing him forward.

“Huh?” blurted Izuku. He was confused. ‘Crap I’m in trouble aren’t I?’ He pushed himself to his feet. Each step he took was shakier than the last. The ground was quick to rush up and meet him. Someone turned him over, he couldn’t tell who, his vision was so blurred. The voices around him eventually faded as everything turned to black.

Toshinori heard about Izuku’s fainting spell later that day. Recovery Girl pulled him aside and told him the details. She’d said the boy was exhausted and that she had sent him back to his dorm room to rest. She scolded Toshinori for pushing the boy too much. Toshinori countered that he was just as confused as she was. But he intended to find out what caused it.

It was late afternoon when Toshinori walked over to the dorms. He’d stopped by the mess hall to get Midoriya something to eat. Lunch Rush gave him some white rice telling him it was an excellent comfort food. He gripped the bag a little tighter as he came into the lounge. It still made him nervous to be seen in his true form and he wasn’t sure his students were used to it yet either.

He coughed and cleared his throat. “Where’s Midoriya’s room?” He held up the bag.

Uraraka spoke up. “Oh I can show you!” She hopped up from her seat on one of the couches. “Come on!” She led him over to the elevator. “Deku’s room is on the second floor.”

The elevator dinged to a stop and Iida stood there. “Oh good evening All Might! Is there something you need?”

“I’m showing him where Deku’s room is.” Uraraka answered as they both boarded the elevator. “I think he’ll be in for a surprise.”

Iida pressed the second floor button. “Speaking of Midoriya, what exactly happened? Did Recovery Girl have any news about his condition?”

Toshinori flexed his fingers. Holding the bag with one good hand was getting tiresome. “She said it was just exhaustion. Nothing really to worry about.”

“Y'know he has looked tired a lot more lately. Like he barely gets any sleep.” Uraraka noted.

“Indeed,” Iida nodded, “ but when we asked him about it he said it was because he was up late studying.”

If Toshinori could have he would have pinched the bridge of his nose. The boy was overworking himself again. “I’ll talk with him about it.”

The elevator stopped. Uraraka led them down the left wing, stopping in front of the third door. “Well here it is.” She turned. “Tell Deku we hope he gets better soon, will you?”

Toshinori nodded before they both headed back to the elevator. “Thank you both.” Uraraka suspiciously began to giggle.

Toshinori was careful to open the door as quietly as possible. He coughed once, trying to stifle a fit. The only light in the room was coming from the window. Moonlight softly filtered through the curtains. He slowly closed the door behind him. He couldn’t see a thing, but he had a feeling that this room was filled with his merchandise. If Izuku’s dorm room was anything like his room at home, he was correct in his assumption. Toshinori finally found Izuku’s desk and began feeling around for a lamp. He finally found one and clicked it on. He almost snorted, but instead shook his head with a smile and placed the bag on the desk. ‘What am I gonna do with you, kid?’

His assumptions were correct the room was decked out in All Might merchandise from top to bottom. He wondered how long it took the boy to collect all of it. Some of it was limited edition by the looks of it. He wandered around the room examining it all careful not to wake the sleeping boy. The thing that made his heart constrict was the framed autograph on the wall. Toshinori smiled fondly it seemed so long ago since he met the shy, timid quirkless boy. 'He’s grown a lot since then.’

Toshinori strode back over to the desk, shrugging off his coat and draping it on the chair. He settled into it. 'Maybe he’ll wake up if he smells food.’ He mused. He took out the containers of white rice. Izuku was mumbling in his sleep. He didn’t want to shake him awake, Recovery Girl had advised him against it saying it would be better for Midoriya to wake up on his own.

With a resigned sigh, he pushed the white rice to the side and steepled his fingers together. 'What to do?’ He wondered. Honestly if Izuku had woken up in that moment Toshinori would’ve been so embarrassed here he was playing with one of his own action figures.

It was about an hour later when Izuku cried out. “All Might!!”

Toshinori startled, jumped up from where he’d fallen asleep at the desk. He powered up out of habit and whirled around. Confused he deflated. Izuku was still asleep. “All Might no!” the boy cried again. “You promised!” Izuku’s face was streaked with tears and Toshinori’s heart dropped. “ALL MIGHT!” The boy shot up panicking and breathing heavily. He looked around, trying to get an idea of where he was.

Toshinori slowly walked over to his bedside. “Midoriya.” he whispered, crouching down so he was eye level with him. “I’m here.” Izuku looked at him bewildered. “I’m here to check up on you.” he explained. Izuku nodded slowly. “Are you alright?” Toshinori wiped the sweat from Izuku’s forehead.

“Yeah.” he croaked, swallowing thickly. “I’m okay.” That was a lie if Toshinori had ever heard one. “What time is it?” Izuku asked, rubbing his eyes as tears threatened to form again. Toshinori glanced at the clock on the wall.

“It’s around nine o'clock.”

“Oh, guess I missed dinner, huh?” Izuku bit his lip, Toshinori stood, going back over to the desk to grab a rice bowl. He returned and handed it to Izuku along with a pair of chopsticks.

“I had Lunch Rush make you something. Said white rice was an excellent comfort food or something like that.” Toshinori explained, giving his student a gentle smile.

“Thank you.” Izuku said before starting to eat. Toshinori wasn’t really sure how to approach the next topic. He turned the seat at the desk toward the bed. Maybe his initial approach was best. Ask him what happened, figure out why the boy’s so exhausted; although he had a pretty good idea why, that didn’t necessarily mean Midoriya was ready to talk about it. He decided it was best to ease into it.

“So, how was class today?” Toshinori clapsed his hands together.

Izuku swallowed a bite of rice. “Don’t remember.”

Toshinori nodded. “What do you remember?” Izuku shrugged, chewing. “Are you sure?” Izuku nodded before swallowing again.

“Everything’s fuzzy.” He explained, twirling a chopstick. “The only thing I remember was Mr. Aizawa asking me to come to the front. How long have I been asleep?”

“I’d say at least 5 hours.” Toshinori answered.

Izuku almost choked on his last bite of rice. “How long have you been here?” He blurted.

“An hour and a half maybe longer. Recovery Girl told me to let you wake up on your own. So I didn’t disturb you.” Izuku’s cheeks were tinged with pink. He’d just remembered what his room looked like. “What’s wrong?” Toshinori raised a brow.

“Er um sorry a-about this.” replied Izuku, gesturing to the room.

“It’s what I’d expect from my number one fan.” Toshinori teased with a grin. Izuku was blushing furiously, trying to hide his face behind his bowl. “It must have taken you quite some time to have a collection like this. I’m impressed.”

Izuku squeaked something from behind the bowl. Toshinori held out his hand for the bowl. “What was that?”

Izuku sighed and handed him the bowl. “I said twelve years.” He crossed his legs. “That figure over there was the first one I ever got.” He pointed to the classic Silver Age All Might figure. “I got it for my birthday that year. I was so excited.” Izuku admitted, scratching his cheek.

Toshinori beamed at him. Even after everything that’s happened the boy still admired him so much. His mother had been right when she said Toshinori was Izuku’s happiness. Izuku snatched up his pillow, burrying his face in it. It was when Izuku’s shoulders began shaking that Toshinori noticed something was wrong. “Midoriya.” He called. A sob answered.

“Midoriya, my boy!” Toshinori jumped up from the chair and settled down on the bed next to Izuku. He carefully placed his good hand on Izuku’s shoulder. “Hey, hey kid come on, tell me what’s wrong.” Toshinori squeezed his shoulder.

Izuku mumbled something into the pillow. “Speak up please.” He pressed gently. The boy fell over onto his side and curled into a ball.

“I said it was stupid.” Izuku’s face was red and tears were continuing to fall.

Toshinori sighed and pulled himself up further onto the bed and leaned against the headboard. “It’s upsetting you. It’s not stupid in my book.” Toshinori rubbed Izuku’s back softly until his sobs turned into hiccups.

Izuku sat up next to Toshinori and rested his head against his shoulder. “I-I’ve been having the same s-stupid dream,” he sniffled, “for about a week now.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Toshinori wrapped his arm around the boy’s shaking shoulders. “Sometimes talking about it helps.”

Izuku clutched at Toshinori’s shirt. “H-he, All for One or whatever his name is, h-he keeps-” a sob wracked his body. “He keeps killing y-you. A-and I can’t do anything but watch. I’m too slow to do anything.”

Toshinori’s heart ached with a memory. 'Damn that bastard.’ He hoped he rotted in that damned prison cell.

Toshinori took a deep breath to compose himself. “Everyone has nightmares.” He said after a pause.

“Even you?” Izuku looked up at him.

“Especially me.” Toshinori nodded. “But nightmares are just that. Nightmares.”

Izuku snuggled closer to Toshinori. “All Might?”


“You’re the best. Thanks for being here with me.” Izuku smiled sleepily.

Toshinori returned his smile. “There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be right now. You had me worried all day kid.”

Izuku blushed. “Sorry about that.”

“Try not to do it again, this old man’s heart can only handle so much.” Toshinori laughed.

“You’re not old, All Might.” Izuku shook his head.

“How old are you anyway?” Izuku lifted an eyebrow.

“Older than you!” Toshinori replied, playfully ruffling Izuku’s curls. Izuku smiled.

They sat like that for a while. Izuku was slowly falling asleep. “Y'know All Might? When I used to have a bad dream when I was younger,” he yawned, “ my mom used to tell me to imagine All Might chasing off the bad guys.” He paused. “I never thought it would actually happen.”

Toshinori beamed at his student. “How bout I make a promise?”

“A promise?” Izuku sat up. “What kind of promise?”

“A pinky promise.” Toshinori answered. Izuku laughed and hit him with a pillow.

“A pinky promise? How old are you again?” He crossed his legs, leaning on his hands.

“Do you want me to promise or not?” Toshinori held up his pinky.

“Okay.” Izuku nodded.

“I, All Might, promise to devote myself to raising and protecting you to the best of my abilities. Until you’re grown and ready to be the new Symbol of Peace, I’ll do everything in my power to stay alive.” He wrapped his pinky around Izuku’s and squeezed it.

“And I promise to be the best student I can be and be the worthy successor that you deemed me. Until that day, I’ll follow your teachings to the best of my ability.” Izuku squeezed back.

They both grinned at each other. It was a childish gesture yes, but everyone knows a pinky promise cannot be broken.