and he just kept waving

anonymous asked:

Shut up and kiss me already prinxiety

That was fast. Let’s get started!

There’s heat and implied smut involved, you’ve been warned!
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For many days, Roman kept dropping pickup lines and flirty comments, singing tidbits of love songs and reciting Shakespeare. Virgil knew what he was getting at, but he wanted to torture him just a little longer. He kept waving the prince off and pretending he couldn’t hear or understand what he was saying.

Roman had had enough.

“Virgil Sanders!” he yelled upon entering the commons area, startling the younger trait. “What the hell, Princey?!” he replied, ripping his headphones off his head. They glared at each other in silence for what felt like forever, sending silent insults to each other.

“I know you know that I’ve been flirting with you for the past week!” Roman crossed his arms and watched as Virgil stood to look him in the eye. The younger rolled his eyes and stepped forward, causing the prince to back up. They kept at this until Princey found himself against the wall. Virgil looked him over, placing his hands on both sides of Roman’s head.

“All the things I could do to you,” he whispered, the ghost of a smirk playing on his face. The prince shuddered at the tone of his voice, eliciting a low chuckle from the Side in front of him. “Virgil, just shut up and kiss me already,” Roman breathed. Virgil leaned forward, his nose nearly brushing against said trait’s.

“As you wish, my Prince.”

{Once in a Lifetime} a Lance Tucker One shot

Lance was an asshole. Period. They didn’t call him ‘The Fucker’ for nothing. But, damn, if you didn’t want him. Badly.

You knew it would be a one time thing. There’s no “more” with Lance. And it’s no secret that he’s been around. You didn’t care. You knew you’d do anything.

He walked into the training facility early that morning. You were already there, warming up and stretching, when you felt his eyes on you. “Morning, Coach,” you said with a small wave. He just gave you a smile and kept walking.

‘Damn him’, you thought to yourself, sitting up on the mat. 'Time to make a move’ you told yourself, and marched to his office.

The door was slightly opened and you could see him sitting at the desk, arms behind his head and feet up, eyes closed.

You cleared your throat and his eyes shot open. “Can I help you?,” he asked with a sarcastic tone, but he grinned like he knew. Of course he knew.

“Sorry, coach,” you started, innocent look on your face and he sat up, “I’m having trouble stretching. Can you help?,” you finished and you could see the fire in his eyes.

He got up out of the chair and walked over to you, standing as close as he could. He chuckled quietly and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He ran a finger over your jaw, making your mouth drop and letting a moan escape. He grinned again and put his lips on your ear, “I don’t think you really want me to help you stretch, beautiful,” he whispered and you couldn’t help but moan again. He laughed. “Keep moaning like that and we won’t even make it out of the office,” he said, voice dropping.

 You looked up at him and just shrugged and he reached down and ran his finger under the band of your shorts. You moaned again, this time louder and he groaned, “oh, that’s it, baby doll,” he said, quickly flipping you around and bending you over the desk

.He ran a hand slowly down you back until he pulled down your shorts and panties in one shot. He snaked his hand around, feeling how wet you were and let out a low moan. “You know I’m not going to take it easy on you,” he breathed out, and you nodded. “Comin’ in here,” he panted out, pushing himself against you, “practically beggin’ me to fuck you,” he said and you whimpered. 

 "Is that what you want?,“ he asked, his voice dark, and you nodded frantically as he slid himself into you, letting out a loud groan at the sensation. "So tight, gorgeous,” he said through gritted teeth, picking up the pace, pounding into you so hard that you could barely hold on. 

 "That’s it,“ he huffed, "clench around me. Come on, doll face, cum for Lance,” he growled and that was all you needed, cumming hard and screaming his name. He moved faster, strokes becoming erratic as he found his own release.  

He pulled out and helped you up, reaching down to grab your shorts and handing them to you. You felt yourself blush as he walked back around to his chair, sitting and throwing his arms back around his head, like nothing happened. You pulled your shorts back up, unsure what to say, so you just walked to the door, turning the handle. 

Just as you walked out, you heard him. “Had fun babe, but that was a once in a lifetime deal.”

Hardly Working

Norm hated having to check to make sure the construction company he hired was actually doing their job. He knew someone had to do it though. After the last debacle with the foreman his bosses were going to make sure this one actually finished on time. And it was going to be his job to make sure it happened. His boss trusted him since he was the most senior member. At 54 he’d worked with many contractors. It wasn’t hard for him to find ones he’d trusted. He just wished he could watch from his air conditioned office.

‘Lazy good for nothing pieces of garbage,’ he’d mutter to himself as he followed the foreman around the site. He couldn’t believe how many breaks these ‘men’ were taking. It’s like they were actually doing hard work. And that they had to be out in the hot sun all day. It didn’t matter to Norm though. Even though he was sweating just from walking around the site. He didn’t realize that everyone working there was hotter than he was.

The foreman led him back to the trailer. Everything he’d been shown was up to his standards. However Norm wasn’t quite convinced. He wanted to make sure that it was going to be fine this time. It would be easy for the foreman to show him everything he was supposed to see. He was just going to double check some of the work.

It was pretty easy for him to walk around without a guide. He’d been shown the place several times. If any of the guys looked at him; he just gave them a wave and kept walking. It wasn’t until he found one of the workers sitting down on the job that he got mad.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Norm’s tone was harsh. The guy lazily looked up from his phone.

“My job?”

“Your job?!” Norm was astounded at the worker answering so sarcastically. “Like Hell you are. All you’re doing is playing on your phone. You’re not doing anything!”

“If I’m not doing it right then you do it!” the worker pushed his hammer over. It fell to the ground with a loud bang.  Norm couldn’t believe how rude he was being.

“No respect for your elders,” he chastised the younger man like he had actually known what a hards day work was. “When I was younger you’d get more than just a talking to. Acting all high and mighty just because I’m a bit older than you. I can’t believe this.” Norm bent over and grabbed the hammer.  ‘The insolence of the youth,’ he thought to himself. It didn’t matter. He was going to prove a point to the young’un. The old guy threw the hammer over his shoulder and swung it down.

“Back in my day we actually had to work for a living.” Norm hammered down the peg again. “It wasn’t put on those fancy ass cell phones you got in your pocket. We had to do work every day. Hard work. Didn’t have these god damned machines that break all the god damned time. It was real man’s work.” Mike had pretty much stopped listening. He didn’t really care. As long as someone was doing the work it didn’t matter how it got done. All he had to do was sit back and watch while the other guy worked.

Norm on the other hand didn’t notice how the work was actually getting easier. For an old man one or two swings should have sent him completely out of commission. But he was too busy being angry to even notice. Mike never did a god damned thing and Norm was responsible for making sure the shit got done. Through his anger Norm didn’t notice what was changing. His khaki pants turned into dark blue jeans. Dirt had stained them so badly that washing them was practically pointless. His black shoes lightened in color into the brown steel toe boots. ‘Perfect for kicking Mike’s lily ass.’ He smirked at the idea that’d get him fired. His hands gripped the hammer’s pole even tighter. Even through the gloves he could feel his strong calloused hands. They were good for gripping just about anything. He’d make jokes on how the gloves were just a formality.

Years of his life were adding back on to him. His skin was starting to tighten on top of deep well developed muscle. With each powerful swing it felt easier to swing the heavy hammer again. He was a tough son of a bitch that’s for sure. It looked like he spent years building his body on top of working hard at work. The higher ups made sure he was happy. He could practically run the day by himself. But safety reasons he had to have a partner. Besides working with someone should help the day go by a bit faster. 

After a few more swings he’d started to break a sweat. “Damn,” he cursed, “wish I could be like those lazy shits in their air conditioned offices.” Norm rolled up his sleeves showing off his thick arms. He wiped the sweat from his brow and flexed his admiring the strength he’d built up over the years of working.

“Like you could ever do that,” Mike laughed at him. “All you know how to do is hammer shit.”

“Must be why your mom likes me so much,” Norm grinned.

Mike got up from his lazy nap. “Fuck you dude.” He stood up and tried to act big. He was a pretty tall guy. And he had quite a bit of weight on him. It was just all stuck around his stomach. The only thing he was good at was posturing. Norm knew he was a little bitch deep down.

“You actually gonna do something?” Despite his 5’6” height Norm wasn’t about to back down. He stared defiantly up at his much taller coworker. His arms went wide making him look even bigger. Mike wasn’t about to get fired for something that stupid. He scoffed at Norm and backed down. Norm gave him a mean glare. “Like I thought. You ain’t gonna do shit today.”

The Power of Guilt, Chapter 1

They were standing near the edge of Magnus’ balcony-turned-terrace, watching the last bits of daylight disappear in the night wind. The stars started shining a little while ago, but the dark still hasn’t come to meet them. As if even the night itself was bathing in the warmth of a late summer evening. Maybe if they closed their eyes and listened carefully, they’d be able to hear its mournful melody sounding in their ears. As if the darkness didn’t want the day to go, to leave it alone again.

With the corner of his eye, Alec could see that one of Magnus’ hands was resting on the top of the concrete railing, his shoulder only a few centimeters from Alec’s. If he moved just a tiny bit, if he reached with his fingertips, their arms would brush against each other. He’d be able to take Magnus’ hand into his own, entwine their fingers, hold on.

After that he’d might even go further. Wrap his arms around Magnus’ waist, press their chest together so their heartbeats would melt into each other. Hide his face in the crook of the warlock’s neck, leave a kiss behind his ear, feel the stubble on his jaw.

But he haven’t done any of it. Instead he just stood there, thinking about stupid ‘what-if’s, unable to look away from the darkening sky. They’ve already spent good half an hour, waiting for the other one to say something, while pretending to be watching the sunset.

It’s been a few days since the party that was supposed to be a celebration of Max’s Rune Ceremony. Saying that things didn’t work out as planned would be an understatement.

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I Think I Like It (Part 2)

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe

Part 1 /

POV: First

Featuring: Kai x Reader



I spent most of the next day in bed, and the day after that as well. I still drug myself to the main house for food, and every time my sister would try to convince me to participate in something, and I’d refused. I really just wanted to get lost in video streaming, books, and my own head.

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The Break-Up

The reader left an impression after a weird case of mistaken identity. When Dean sees her again, he just can’t let her get away. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, second hand embarrassment, kinda jerky Dean, Jerky Benny, some (hopefully not too much) dialogue from the movie, and I think that’s it 

A/N: This is for @i-dont-know-how-to-write Cutie Challenge. My meet cute was from the movie The Break-Up. It is very likely I will make this a series, but it all depends on whether y’all like it or not. I hope you do. Alright you guys, so I don’t know nothing about baseball and their stadiums, so cut me some slack lol This is also un-beta-ed (did I spell that wrong? I think I did), so I’m sorry for mistakes.

Originally posted by mishasaurus


Today was not her day. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, Nick tried to pick a fight since she wasn’t ready on time, traffic was terrible, the stadium hallway was packed and she lost Nick on the way to their seats. Y/N just wanted to go home, she usually enjoyed coming to games with Nick but she just wasn’t in the mood for it after a crappy week.

There was a sudden break in the crowd, and Y/N caught a glimpse of Nick’s shirt and made her way to it. Overcome with relief, she automatically put her arms around him and nuzzled her face into his back, not noticing that his shoulders were higher than normal and body firmer than it had ever been.


Dean was in the middle of talking to Benny when he felt a random set of arms wrap around him and squeeze him gently. He and Benny looked at each other, eyebrows high, eyes wide and lips pursed. Lifting his arm, he slowly tried to look under his armpit at the girl hugging him. “Well, hello. Can I help you?”  

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Homes Don’t Have To Be Perfect Chapter 2

Why did Lance have to be back? Why did it hurt so much to see him? Keith thought he had gotten over Lance, or at least the pain that he caused. Keith’s breath stuttered in his chest as he realized why it hurt. Why did he have to love Lance so much?

Keith knew he shouldn’t of acted like that, but sometimes his emotions just get out of hand. Why didn’t anyone tell him Lance was back? Why didn’t anyone tell him Lance had a kid!? Keith scolded himself as he waited for his take out order. Keith should have just kept walking. He shouldn’t had stop to wave at the baby. He could of been able to get inside and he never would had confronted Lance. Why didn’t he? Because of that damn kid! It’s not his fault he has a soft spot for babies, or that the miniature Lance had the cutest grin possible.  

“Here’s your order, Keith.” The waitress’s voice shocked him out of his thoughts.

“Thanks,” he grumbled out as he paid her. Grabbing the bag, he raced back out to his bike.

Wondering if Shiro or Matt knew anything about Lance, he kicked his bike off and sped back to Shiro’s house. He weaved in and out of traffic, earning himself a few horns and jesters. Parking the bike next to Shiro’s old truck, he race up the stairs and threw open the door. Slamming the food down, he rushed into the living room.. Matt was seated on the sofa his feet in Shiro’s lap. Shiro was rubbing Matt’s leg with his hand, his head tilted back. Shiro, who had already removed his prosthetic, absentmindedly rubbed Black with his foot, things he did when the nights were hard. Black, the Newfoundland dog that Shiro insists was a puppy, lifted its head, thumping its tail on the floor at the sight of Keith. Shiro opened his eyes and turned his head to see Keith gasping for air.

“Food?” Matt asked with a childish voice and looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me Lance was back?” Keith hissed as he stomped over to the sofa. Shiro sat up straight as Matt turned his head in confusion.

“Lance is back?” Matt’s innocent voice asked as he glanced up at Shiro, Shiro, who suddenly looked guilty, turned his head away from Keith.

“You knew didn’t you, Shiro?” Keith slammed his hands down on the arm of the sofa, causing Matt to jump. Keith looked at him apologetically before turning back to Shiro.

“Yes.” He began to speak slowly, his body rigid.. “Allura mentioned that he got in contact with her about a job. Some stuff went down and he needed to start again.” Keith knew he should calm down and be gentle. He could already see how his mood set both of the men on edge. Yet, once again his emotions won over logic.

“You wanna know what went down!? A kid, Shiro! Lance has a fucking baby!!” Keith raised his arms as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me? You know what happened!” Keith’s voice broke without his permission as he yelled. Sadness fell over Shiro’s face.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew how you would act. This could be a good thing, Keith. Just try to-”

“No!” Keith cut him off. His breath was fast and short. He knew what Shiro was going to say. He was using his ‘dad’ voice. “I’m not having a repeat of last time.” Keith spun on the ball of his foot and ran out of the house. He heard Shiro call after him, but he didn’t stop. He continued to run until he no longer felt the claws of panic and grief closing around his throat. Slowing down, Keith came to a stop in the park near Shiro’s house and sat down on a nearby bench. Placed his head in his hands, Keith listened to the birds, the children’s laughter, and the footsteps of people on the sidewalk. Counting out his breathes, Keith slowly gained control again. Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, making him jump back into reality.. Pulling it out, Keith saw that it was a text from Pidge.

-‘Where are you?’  

Did they know that he wasn’t at Shiro’s or where they still looking for him after the incident at the diner? Either way, Pidge could be scary smart. Keith knew if he ignored them, they would just hack into his phone for the GPS location. Keith clumsily typed back.

- The park by Shiro’s house.

Pidge never replied. Within five minutes, Keith saw Pidge’s figure walking towards his. Their pace was fast for their short legs. Keith knew that walk. Pidge was pissed. Keith hung his head down as they got closer, knowing what this was about. Pidge stopped in front of Keith and stood there for a minute. Keith stared at Pidge’s shoes as silence engulfed them. Out of nowhere, Pidge raised their hand and smacked Keith across the back of his head.

“What the hell?” Keith yelped as he rubbed the back of his head.

“What the hell is correct. What the hell happened earlier?” Pidge placed their hands on their hips and stared down Keith. “What was all that “you’re lucky you’re holding a baby” crap about? What happened at Shiro’s? Matt called me and said you came in on the verge of an attack and then ran out. It took everything Matt had to stop Shiro from running after you.” Keith hung his head as the scenes flashed before his eyes.

“Don’t act as if you don’t know.” Keith said softly. He slumped against the bench as Pidge’s anger deflated. Pidge sat down next to Keith with a sigh.

“Keith,” they started, “No, let me finish.” Pidge jumped in before Keith could interrupt them. “I know you’re hurt, but so is Lance. You see, -” Pidge stopped and shook her head. “Some stuff has happened to Lance recently and he needs support. I know that’s not what you want to do right now, but it’s for the best. You didn’t see him after you walked away. He looked so heartbroken and as if he was about to cry. Considering he has been through so much in the last few months, you really did a number on him to bring him to tears.” Pidge sighed once again as they looked straight ahead.

“The baby?” Keith asked rubbing at his eyes. Pidge whipped their head around to Keith. Chuckling, they shook their head.

“You always were soft. That was Pike.” Pidge’s eyebrows pinched in the middle. “Speaking of which, his reaction to you was odd.” Keith’s eyebrows shot up at their remark. “I mean, it took almost 30 minutes for Pike to even be comfortable with Hunk. Yet, he reached towards you the instant you passed by.” Keith’s eyes widened. He just thought the baby, Pike, was just social like his dad.

“I guess kids just like me.” Keith said with a small smile. That had to be it, right? Pidge nodded .The mood of the conversation lifted slightly as Pidge smiled a little.

“I would hope so with your profession.” Keith snickered as Pidge stood up. “I have to go. Rover hasn’t had dinner yet. Go back to Shiro’s. He’s scared of having a repeat of two years ago” The mention of that dropped the mood once again. Keith dropped his head again. He knew Shiro was still scared. He had every reason to be. Pidge turned to walk away, but paused. Turning their head back, they called out again. “Keith. Think about it. I know that he really needs you right now, and you probably need him too.” Keith didn’t look up as Pidge walked away. Pidge’s words struck Keith in the heart and weighed down heavy. They may be right. Then again, when were they wrong? Thunder boomed in the background as dark clouds began to cover the sky. Rain began to fall by the time Keith had the energy to remove himself from the bench. He took his time walking back to Shiro’s.

Keith was dripping wet by the time he entered the door. Keith stood in the doorway, hand still on the knob, as Shiro meet his eyes. Shiro looked like hell. With unexpected grace, Shiro stood and walked over to Keith.

“Matt, could you get a towel and a chance of clothes for Keith?” He called back into the living room. His voice cracked as he forced the words out with a heavy tongue. It took everything in Keith to not look away. The sounds of Matt flopping off of the sofa and running down the hall could be heard over Shiro’s footsteps. “Keith, I am sorry I overstepped my bounds.” Shiro placed his hand on Keith’s shoulder. “I should have told you sooner.” Keith shook his head.

“No. You were right.” Shiro pulled Keith into a hug. Placing his hands on Shiro’s back, Keith whispered, “Thanks for looking out for me. I am so sorry.” His voice hiccuped as Shiro rubbed the middle of his back.

“You don’t have to apologize.” Shiro whispered. Matt enter with a pair of sweatpants, am over-sized t-shirt, and a warm towel. Matt didn’t look as bad as Shiro, but he still looked a little rough. Keith thanked him as he grabbed the items and turn towards the bathroom. As he walked away, he heard Matt ask Shiro if everything was okay. The sound of Shiro’s voice stopped Keith’s feet from moving.

“I don’t know. I made a huge mistake Matt. I was only trying to keep him safe.” Shiro’s voice sounded so broken and tearful that Keith’s heart lurched at the idea of hurting one of the only people who cared about him.

“It will be alright.” Matt reassured Shiro. “Everything will work out just fine. Lance will be okay and Keith will be okay. Sometimes people just have to hurt for awhile. Even though they both have been hurt enough already. It will just take some time.”

“ I want to keep a close eye on him for awhile to make sure he doesn’t do anything drastic again. I just hope this all works out in the end.” As Shiro’s voice drifted off, Keith rushed into the bathroom. Gripping the sink, Keith tried to take deep breathes. He looked up at himself in the mirror. His dark gray eyes bore into his soul as he stared at himself.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He muttered to himself. His knuckles turned white as his grip tightened. “Just breathe. Don’t think. Just breathe.” He canting to himself as he slowly turned toward the shower. He turned the hot knob all the way on. Keith slowly removed his wet clothing before stepping under the burning water.

Keith stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. When Keith exited the shower, Shiro had already gone to bed and Matt was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea. He looked up at Keith as he entered. Ghost from the past hung from Matt’s shoulders and eyes making him look much older than 25. He smiled softly at Keith.

“The sofa is made up. If you need anything, let me know. It’s best if we don’t wake Shiro up.” Keith nodded as he bid Matt goodnight and walked to the sofa. Laying down, Keith faced the back of the sofa and pulled the blanket high over his shoulders.

He stayed like that until he heard Matt go to bed. Sluggish, he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. Tears collected in his eyes again as he remembered Lance. Pulling his hands to his face, he bit his lip to hold in his sobbing. His anxiety and depression peaked as the weight of the past pulled at his body. Just when everything seemed to be fine, it all came crashing down again.

A wet nose touched his face as Black whined at him. Keith looked at the dog before pulling the big fluff ball towards him. Hiding his face in Black’s coat, Keith let the hot tears roll down his face. The salt in them burned his bitten lip as he cried harder. After a while, Black decided that he should stay and climbed onto the sofa with Keith. Burying himself in the dog’s fur, Keith slowly calmed down. Keith did not get much sleep that night as thoughts bounced around in his head.



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Jeff Forced to Shit with Boss

The office toilets are down a long echo filled hallway, so anyone in the bathroom can usually hear what is going on outside. One day around noon during my lunch break, I decided to go sit in the large handicapped stall and see if anyone would come in. It was pretty uneventful. 

About 30 minutes into my hour long break, I heard Jeff, the young attorney, and John, one of the founders of the firm, chatting. John had caught up with Jeff in the hallway. They were discussing things about pretrial and upcoming court dates. I heard Jeff ask John to excuse him to use the facilities, which was surprising because I had never seen Jeff in the bathroom in the afternoon. John replied, “I will join you, I was heading there myself anwyays”

Jeff came in and took the second stall and I couldn’t beleive it when John took the first. John was an older man, about late 50s and didn’t care who saw him shit, which was the complete opposite of Jeff. John sat down first and began having an uneventful shit. Some plops here and there, but nothing major.

Jeff on the other hand, had a floodgate waiting to be released. He let out a few small farts and then I heard some liquid escape his ass. He must’ve quickly clenched because it stopped suddenly. 

“Was that you Jeff, sounds like you have the runs?”, John mused. 

“Yes sir, that was me”, Jeff replied in a shaky voice as some more shit poured into the toilet. 

“Well, just let it all out, no use in being shy in the men’s room”, John answered back. 

During this time, I also felt the need to go and pushed out a good sized load to which John said, “that sounded like it felt good”. I told him it did and we both laughed. 

With that, Jeff finally relaxed fully as a mixture of shit and gas flowed into the bowl. It just kept coming in multiple waves. He would have never been able to release it quietly and slowly like he had hoped. 

John said, “damn, you did have to go” to which Jeff answered affirmatively and that was the end of the conversation. 

John finished first and shortly after the he left, Jeff made his way towards the sinks, where I saw that his face was bright red. 

Rajigaze Nov 25

Kai (reading mail): “My unexpected experience happened when I was in high school. I was on the train on my way to school, and a boy around my age was standing beside me. He looked exactly like a kid from my middle school, so I tapped on his shoulder to say hi, but it turned out to be a total stranger. I realized as soon as he turned around, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I just looked to the man behind him–” this is also a stranger btw

(Uruha giggles)

Kai: “And said, ‘long time no see!’” (laughs) “It was unexpected that the boy was a stranger, and the way I reacted was also unexpected. Uruha-san, Kai-san, please be careful not to mistake people for someone else!” 

Uruha: Man, that was just one bad thing after another. 

Kai: (laughs) I know, but I feel it.

Uruha: That must have been embarrassing af

Kai: (dying) It is….I’ve done it before

Uruha: Seriously?

Kai: This person was far away – maybe 50m ahead of me, and they were wearing clothes like my friend always wears, so I thought, ‘oh that’s totally them!’ and I started walking towards them waving, – (bursts out laughing) – and then I realized it was totally a different person, and I was like oh shit what do I do!! so I just walked right past them still waving –!!

(both burst out laughing)

Uruha: Omg if someone saw you walking up to them waving they would probably be so scared 

Kai: Well they like, only half noticed me – like I don’t think they were even thinking, ‘oh is he waving at me?’ so I just kept getting closer, and then I was like, oh fuCK it’s the wrong person, but then I thought like, whatever I don’t even think they’re paying attention so I just kept on going (laughs)

Uruha: Oh my god

Kai: Yeahhh it was so embarrassing…..

Uruha: Couldn’t you have just stopped and been like, ‘oh sorry…’

Kai: Nahhhh like…idk I didn’t have the courage to do that you know? (laughs)

Uruha: (laughs) Ohh okay, so you just try to cover it up

Kai: Yeah, I totally understand this! Well, on a train I wouldn’t know cause I never take the train

Uruha: Ofc u don’t

Kai: (laughs) Yeah, but….mistaking a person for someone else…yeahhhh…..

Uruha: One time I went shopping with someone…and like, I was walking ahead of them…and I just assumed they were right behind me…but at some point they’d disappeared…and some other person was standing behind me

Kai: Oh that does happen (laughs) 

Uruha: And I picked something up and turned around and was like, ‘isn’t this kinda weird?’ to some stranger, and they’re just like, ‘what?’

Kai: (laughs) I bet you apologize then?

Uruha: No

Kai: You don’t?!

Uruha: I don’t

Kai: Oh actually tru

Uruha: I just immediately stop talking

Kai: (laughing) And then u run away 

Uruha: I pretend I was talking to myself

(Kai dying) 

Uruha: Like, ‘this is kinda weird hmm~’ (Cute Uruha Giggle™)

Kai: (still dying) ‘Isn’t this kinda weird??’

Uruha: ‘this is kinda weird~’

(both laughing) 

Kai: Yeahh, that stuff happens a lot…(laughs) but I’m sure if you just said to the person, like, ‘oh sorry I thought you were someone else’ –

Uruha: Yeahh, I want the courage to apologize too! 

Kai: I’m sure they would understand! (laughs)

Uruha: Hmm…

Kai: Anyway, this might be totally off topic but…something pretty funny happened to me recently…someone called me and they were like, ‘this is Mr. So-and-so, right?’ but it was the wrong number, so I was like, ‘no, it’s not.’ And I mean usually at that point they’d be like, ‘oh really? I’m sorry,’ and hang up, right? 

Uruha: Mhm. 

Kai: But they called and were like, ‘are you Mr. So-and so?’ and I’m like, ‘no I’m not,’ and I was expecting them to hang up but they’re just like, ‘oh really? Well anyway you know how blablabla…’ and they just start talking to me. (laughs) And I’m like, tf is this person saying, so I was like, ‘I’m not so-and-so eh’ and they’re like ‘oh yeah I know that, but like blablabla’ and they just went on… (laughs)

Uruha: They must have been tryna sell you something. 

Kai: Yeah, that’s what I thought at first, so I was just listening like ‘ughh this is annoying’ but they ended up talking about some personal stuff…like I thought it was a telemarketer so I was waiting for them to be like, ‘can I interest you in blablabla,’ right? But it wasn’t, and so they said their thing and then they were just like ‘okay so next time I’ll do this okayyyy’ and then they just hung up. 

(both laugh)

Kai: I’m like, ‘tf was that!?’ 

Uruha: Maybe they were rehearsing something? 

Kai: (laughing) No no no no…I totally thought it was a telemarketer, I was like ‘ugh fuck me these guys are so annoying,’ and I was waiting for them to try to sell me something but…

Uruha: So they weren’t listening at all to what you were saying…

Kai: Yeah! Not at all…and like, I TOLD them I wasn’t that person..!! (laughs) And they’re just like ‘yeah, okay, but…’

Uruha: So it really could have been anyone huh.

Kai: I guess so.

Uruha: That’s scary. I would have been like ‘oh hell no.’

Kai: Well, I was like that too…

Today must be the day for weirdos to approach me and not take a hint that I don’t want to talk to them. First a weird middleaged guy walked next to me for about 5 minutes when I was going to the shops and was intensely questioning me about my life and it made me really uncomfortable, I eventually just told him to have a good day and crossed the street. Then a woman who was clearly fucked up on something came up to me and was shit talking this take away food place because they said sorry to her? and she was going on about how weird that was because apparently the only reason to say sorry is if you do something wrong or offend someone, and that was really weird to her, so they are rorts??? Like people say sorry all the time lady. Often the people there will say sorry if you had to wait a minute for them to take your order or if they mishear you? people say sorry all the time. its not weird? she also told me she moved here 19 years ago, when she was 9, but she looked about 45? Anyway don’t do drugs, kids.

You’ll be in my heart

This is a Star vs the Forces of Evil fanfic. I’ve posted this in my fan fiction account already, but I felt like I should post it here too. No particular reason. 

Well, I hope you enjoy it – whoever is reading.

-x-x-x-

It wasn’t the first time he heard it, but it didn’t mean it made it any easier the second time around. He heard it from his mom, once or twice, and his grandma; neither of the two were a fond memory. 

– And this time wasn’t an exception. 

“Star…?” Marco knocked gingerly on her door. The princess had been reclusive this past week, and none of the Diaz’s knew why (or rather, they were in denial). 

“Star, can I come in?” he tried again.

There was a long pause before he decided to let himself in anyway. Star’s room had always been the liveliest compared to the rest of the house. Not only because the one living in there was incredibly bubbly and carefree, but also because there was a lot of magic happening almost all the time. So no… seeing the room dark and dreary, this made the boy worry. 

“Star what’s wrong?” he called out into the darkness, slowly walking towards the sound that he had heard countless of times. 

She was sobbing – very quietly – since she didn’t want to attract any more attention than she already had. 

The princess gave a long sniff before sucking in some air. “Go away, Marco.” The way she said his name almost felt like it physically hurt her. 

“No.” He replied steadfast. “Not until I know you’re alright.” 

Star sniffed again, still facing her back to him. She only moved when she felt something wrap around her waist. A gasp escaped her lips before she turned to the person who crawled into bed with her. 

“I said get out.” Her voice was raspy and dry. 

The boy did the opposite though and tightened his grip on her. 

She sighed, trying to pry herself off of him, which she failed miserably considering their strength difference.

“Leave.” 

“No.”

“I swear, I’ll release an entire tsunami on you if you don’t.” she sounded threatening, but the boy held firm. 

“Marco Diaz I –” 

She never got to finish her sentence because the next thing she felt was a soft warm sensation pressed on her lips. It took her a fraction of a second to realize what was happening, and another fraction of a second to pull him deeper into what he initiated. 

They pulled back after a while, slightly out of breath. 

Marco stared into her blue eyes, now rimed with red from all her crying. It was duller than before. Much paler, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything sooner. 

Star in turn stared into his chocolate brown orbs that were also once so filled with life, but now only worry clouded them. She knew without a doubt his parents would also have the same expressions. How could she have done this to them? Her thoughts drifted back to why she was crying in the first place, and broke down all over again. 

The boy felt his heart break as he saw the tears staining her cheeks once again, and pulled her into a tight embrace. His red hoodie was definitely going to be drenched after all this was over, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He gently rubbed her back as she sobbed uncontrollably on him, whispering words of encouragement to her in hopes that she would feel better. In all honesty he was pretty close to breaking down as well, but he had to stay strong, for the both of them. 

“Im… l-lea-leaving.” She hiccupped between her words, sniffing all the while. 

He didn’t say anything. He knew. He knew from the start this would eventually happen. And he was pretty sure she knew too. It’s just that, now, it actually seems real. 

“I-I… l-love you.” 

Oh why did the world have to be so cruel?

“I love you too.” He replied, his own voice breaking a little. He buried his face into her hair. “God, I love you… so much.” 

Another wave of sobs erupted from his princess. He just kept holding on not knowing how else to comfort her. Until he remembered what his mom used to do back when he used to cry as a kid. The idea was simple, and probably is not the best, but it was worth a try. 

Come stop your crying, it will be alright…” he sang softly. “Just take my hand, hold it tight.” 

He laced his fingers with hers and admired how perfectly they fit into one another. 

I will protect you from all around you.” He wiped strays of tears from her face with his thumb. “I will be here, don’t you cry.” 

It was working, much to Marco’s delight. Star’s sobbing decreased to a minimum, and now they were just small hiccups. 

For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe an warm.” 

She buried her face deeper into his chest feeling the warmth of his body encase hers. 

This bond between us can’t be broken. I will be here don’t you cry…
’Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart… From this day on, now and forever more
…”

He made no objections. Instead he ran his fingers through her golden locks to further sooth the princess. 

You’ll be in my heart. No matter what they say…” Yes, it didn’t matter to him that she was a princess, and a princess of a different dimension. 

You’ll be in my heart…”

No matter how much people tell him his love for her is doomed to heartbreak, he didn’t care. 

“…always.” 

The two didn’t feel time moving after that; they fell asleep in each others arms, and didn’t even wake up when the sun started peeking through the window, because both of them knew the moment they open their eyes, it would be the last time they would see each other. 

But everything had to come to an end. 

Star’s door was once again being knocked, this time with Marco’s parents at the other side. Their expressions were grim, but they tried to force a smile. 

Why can’t they understand, the way we feel?
They just don’t trust what they can’t explain
I know we’re different, but deep inside us,
We’re not that different at all 

Marco’s mom made the two teens a hearty breakfast. Anyone could tell it was made with every bit of love a mother could ever posses. They all tried to be happy. With fake smiles and forced laughter, they reminisced the past of when Star first visited Earth till her time now. Slowly they were growing tired of playing this façade, but it was Star’s last day after all.

And you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on
Now, and forever more

There was a party after that, much later in the day of course, a farewell to Star Butterfly, which had the majority of people in tears. Former classmates came up to hug the princess and give her their last messages, a few even brought gifts. It touched Star deeply to see how much everyone cared. She was definitely going to miss this place. And that’s saying something, because she’s been all over the universe. 

Don’t listen to them
‘Cause what do they know?
We need each other, to have, to hold.
They’ll see in time, I know

Slowly by slowly the house emptied till only the Diaz family was left. Mrs. Diaz busied herself with cleaning, while Mr. Diaz rounded the laser dogs (not puppies anymore) for a bath since they were having too much fun with the icing on the cake. That left Marco with Star. 

“Help me pack?” she asked him, even though she didn’t want to.

He gave her the most genuine smile he could muster, even though it was forced. “Sure.” 

When destiny calls you, you must be strong
I may not be with you, but you’ve got to hold on

It was around midnight when a portal suddenly appeared in Star’s room. The King and Queen on Mewni stepped out of it, with servants following close behind to carry the princess’s luggage back to her home town.
Star and Marco looked at each other, not knowing exactly which expression to wear. 

They’ll see in time, I know
We’ll show them together

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Diaz.” Star’s mom greeted. 

Marco’s parents smiled politely at the queen. “Good evening your majesty.” They said, adding a little bow. 

The King and Queen turned to Marco and Star next, giving them an understanding glance. 

“We’ll be waiting. You have five minutes.” They told their daughter. 

The Diaz parents did the same and nodded to their son.

As soon as they left, Star threw herself at Marco. 

‘Cause you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart

“I can’t even say ‘Keep in touch’ in this situation.” Star said in irony. 

Marco chuckled, still hugging her. 

Believe me, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on, now and forever more

“That’s the fate of two star-crossed lovers I guess.” He said bitterly.

Star took a deep shaky breath to control the emotions rampaging within her.

Oh, you’ll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You’ll be in my heart…
always

“It sucks.” She commented. 

“Tell me about it…” He loosened his grip to face her. 

Always
I’ll be with you
I’ll be there for you always
Always and always

He lifted her chin up with his hand and leaned to down to feel her lips… one last time. His hands drifted down to her waist, as her hands clasped themselves around his neck.

Just look over your shoulder

The kiss was passionate, and they made sure it was embedded into their hearts. 

“Your Majesty,” a servant cleared his throat from behind the teens. “The King and Queen are waiting.”

Just look over your shoulder

The princess turned to her best friend and lover. He was smiling, but it looked like it hurt. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying. 

“Go.” he told her.

And she did. 

Just look over your shoulder

But not without turning back one last time. 

Marco still kept the smile on his face. Encouraging her to keep moving forward.
She smiled back at him, a thousand kilowatt smile that could light up his day any day, except that day. That day it killed him, it killed him to know this would be the last time he would see it. 

I’ll be there always…

And when the portal closed, two half souls on either side fell onto their knees and broke down into a million pieces. 

Hopefully someday… their paths will cross again.


-end-

Help Me - part 2 - Imagine

*Harry’s POV*

“Y/N! What the hell happened?”

She sniffed as I pulled her gently inside the house by the arm that didn’t appear to be injured. She shuffled in behind me and shut the door gently behind her. Leading her to the couch I sat her down gently and reached out to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. I was taken aback when she flinched away and immediately, I was reminded of the situation between us.

“What happened?” I asked again gently, taking a seat on the coffee table opposite her.

“He, h-he was so angry. He just kept pushing me, and hitting me. He wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t get him off. He just kept h-hurting me” she cried, a wave of fresh salty tears streaming down her face. She hissed as one traced over the cut on her lip, the salt irritating the freshly torn skin.

“Who kept hurting you?” I asked. The answer of course was obvious, it was that douche she left me for, the jumped up pretty boy who walked around with a silver spoon up his arse. He was the bastard who hurt her, the lowlife scum who dared lay a finger on her beautiful body.

“Andrew” she mumbled, wiping away the tears as more continued to fall. She continued to cradle her left arm in her lap. I reached out slowly to examine it, most of the damage hidden beneath the jumper she wore. I flicked my eyes up to hers for any hint of hesitation or reluctance she might have to me touching her, but she simply watched my movements carefully. I took her lack of response as confirmation to continue and gently brushed the sleeve of her jumper up to her elbow, revealing the skin beneath.

Across her once flawless skin, dark purple bruises of various sizes littered the surface. They were various sizes and shapes, but the ones around her wrist were obviously fingerprints, deep purple ovals where he held a tight grasp on her arm, pinning her against the wall or simply restraining her, I didn’t want to know.  

I brushed the pad of my thumb over the wound causing her to hiss in pain. The blood was boiling inside my body, the internal rage that someone had dare hurt her making me feel sick as red began to cloud my vision.

“Why did he do this to you?” I seethed.

“He came home from work early. I was sitting on the couch looking through old photos of me and you and he just lost it. He said I was cheating on him with you. He kept calling me a slut and whore and when I stood up for myself, he started hitting me” she explained gently.

“Has he ever done this to you before?” I asked.

“No. He’s got angry with me before and frightened me a bit, but he’s never hit me” she said, tenderly removing my hand from her wrist and pulling her sleeve back down. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked me in the eyes for the first time since entering our house, my house.  

There was a lull in the conversation as Y/N watched me internally combust, tear myself apart from the inside out as I imagined all the things he had done to her. Usually the thought of his hands on her body repulsed me, but the thought of his hands hurting her body was about to send me on a murderous rampage.

But my first thought was to care for the girl I love. I left her on the couch as I jogged to the bathroom to get the first aid kit before returning and crouching in front of her. I applied a soothing cream that would help draw the bruise to her face and arm, ensuring that my touch was as gently as possible so that I didn’t cause her any more pain. Whenever my fingers traced a more delicate patch of skin she would bite her lip firmly and try to keep a steady face, desperate to hide her discomfort from me.

I was tending to the cut on her lip when I spoke.

“Why were you looking at pictures of us?” I asked gently, continuing to wipe to antibacterial swab across the cut to clean it. Her eyes wavered between mine, hesitant and unsure as she thought of her answer.

“I was missing you, looking at pictures helps me sometimes” she said quietly, our eyes locked and focused as my hand slowly fell from her lip. “But sometimes it just makes me miss you more”.

“I’ve been missing you too” I replied.

“I know,” she giggled, “I can tell by the way you look”. Glancing down at my unwashed clothes and running a hand through my greasy hair, I once again became aware of how different I must look. She giggled once more as I frowned at my own appearance, the noise eliciting a buzz in my veins as I cherished the sound I had missed so much.

“Yeah, I’ve looked better” I said.

“You’ve also looked worse” she retaliated and I laughed, a loud, hearty laugh that lifted so much weight from my shoulders. I haven’t laughed since she left, and the relief it brought nearly collapsed my fragile heart.

“I’m sorry I left you the way I did. After everything we had and everything we’ve been through, you deserved a better ending than that” she said, changing the tone of the conversation. I was about to open my mouth to say that it was ok before she held her hand and interrupted.

“And don’t say it’s ok, because it isn’t. No one deserves to be left that was, especially you” she said. I couldn’t think of the right words to say. Should I tell her that, no, it wasn’t fair to leave me that way, that she took everything with her when she left. Or should I ease her troubled mind, sooth her thoughts and comfort her when she was suffering so much more that I was probably even aware. I decided to leave it.

“Are you going to go back to him?” I asked, desperate for the answer I had been craving since she arrived at the door. With a small frown, she shook her head.

“No, I won’t put myself back into that situation. It was coming to an end anyway. It’s hard to be with someone when you are in love with someone else” she said. Within seconds she placed her finger on my lip, silencing the words that were about to spill, preventing me from telling her that I love her too.

“Not now, we can talk properly later, I just need to sort my head out first,” I nodded my head and respected her wishes, “I also need to figure out how to get my stuff back from his house without seeing him” she said, chewing the inside of her cheek.

“I’ll get it for you,” I said with a complacent shrug, “and maybe beat the shit out of him as well” I said.

Y/N laughed, a wide smile, bright eyed laugh that echoed off the walls of our broken home. Immediately, our surrounding brightened, brought back to life simply with her presence, her mere existence bringing life back into everything around her. She grinned at me as I examined her with and awe that can only come when you love someone with your body and soul.

“Welcome home baby” I smiled.  

Smile (Gally x Reader)

Character: Gally

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Smile


Requested by anon:

Hello! I really love your imagines so I was wondering if I could have a Gally one? Just a cute fluffy one, where there like best friends and one day she’s not feeling too well, or is sad. And gally comes to cheer her up and then they confess feelings and he like asks to kiss her? Thank you so much if you have the time to write it! ^-^


Every day in the Glade was always hard for everyone. But I was fed up with everything and was feeling so down.

Usually, I would cheer up while talking to Zart and Newt as I did my job in the Gardens. But today not even that.

Perhaps it was that I had been sleeping very little time lately. Or that my stomach hurt. But I didn’t feel so good.

A few guys noticed, but I didn’t want to upset Alby, so I kept working.

As I cared to the plants and flowers, I looked up searching for Gally.

At first we didn’t get along and we kind of disliked each other, but as time went by, we learned how to get each other to like us and eventually we became friends. Really good friends. Best friends in fact, which surprised everyone as Gally wasn’t usually that kind towards anyone. He probably had a soft spot for me.

“I still can’t bloody understand what you see in that shank” Newt teased me, nudging me as I got back to work once I spotted him near the Map Room.

Gally was helping Ben to do something there. Builder’s job, I supposed.

“Yeah, same here” Zart joined him, so I just groaned in disgust and they chuckled.

With a heavy sigh, I stood up from my kneeling position and looked at Gally again.

Newt and Zart were right. I liked him. A lot.

And they were right about him being a shank sometimes. But not that much since we started getting along.

He looked over at me too, and I noticed a tiny smile on his lips even from that distance.

I waved at him as he kept staring.

He just nodded his head towards me.

“You still look like klunk” Zart observed, knowing that I had been feeling a little sick the whole day.

“Yeah” I huffed as I held my hands on my waist. “Can I take a break, Newt?”

“Go ahead, Y/N” The blond looked up to me. “I’ll tell Alby you weren’t feeling so good if he asks”

“Thanks” Feeling a bit shaky, I walked away and left the two of them working.

I looked over my shoulder one last time, though. Gally was still looking in my direction until Ben shoved him to get his attention back.

*

After I drank some water, I went to lie down in my hammock.

I was aware that naps weren’t too popular among the Gladers. Mainly because Alby freaked out if he found any of us taking a snooze during the day when we should be working. But I just hoped I could fall asleep and feel better when I woke up.

However, I had no luck since I still was wide awake.

“What are you doing here, baby girl?” Gally’s voice slightly startled me.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“I’m not feeling so good” My voice sounded childish and tiny, but I was feeling worse every moment.

“You’ll be more comfortable in a bed” Softly gripping my arm, he pulled at me until I got on my feet.

“I don’t have a bed” I whined, leaning my weight over him feebly as he wrapped my waist to help me walk. We were headed towards the Homestead.

“But I do” Was all he said as we came in.

Very patiently because I felt weak, Gally helped me slowly walk up the stairs up to his room.

The both of us remained silent as he helped me lie down on his bed. Then, he briefly smiled at me.

“Stay there, I’ll get the Med-Jacks” Gally said as he walked back to the door.

“No” I whined, not really wanting to let him go.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

I just nodded and clumsily scooped over to make room for him in the bed.

Gally softly sighed and lied down next to me.

I tiredly rested my head on his shoulder and he brought me closer to him, tightly holding me against his torso by my waist.

Cuddling him must have been the key, because I was starting to feel a little better.

It might be that the butterflies in my stomach were distracting me from my stomach ache.

“Are you sure you don’t need the Med-Jacks?” He asked me worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit tired” I sighed, snuggling closer to him. “I just need you here with me”

“As you wish” Gally replied.

*

It had been a few hours since then. We had been chatting and he had managed to make me forget about everything and cheered me up. He didn’t really do much, he was just being my best friend.

“Will you get in trouble staying here with me, Gally?” I looked up at him until I met with his eyes.

He just shook his head, directly looking into my eyes.

“That shank Alby can’t tell me off. I’m on my break”

I nodded and rested my cheek against his chest, where I could his heart rhythmically beating under his shirt.

“It’s strange not seeing you smile” He mumbled.

He was kind of right. I was always really bubbly and really expressive, always smiling everywhere I went. Newt always said I was like a ‘bloody smiling walking marshmallow’ because I was so sweet, positive and always in a good mood. And even Gally had to agree with him in that.

“Well, I feel like klunk” I wasn’t even trying to be funny, but he chuckled a little.

“I love that smile, though, Y/N” His voice was low, almost as if saying it too loud would scare me.

Ironically, I would have smiled at his words if I wasn’t still feeling not so well.

“Thanks, Gally” Was all I could think of saying.

The Builder stirred under me and I heard his heartbeat speeding up. I frowned, wondering why his heart was beating so fast.

“I don’t only love that smile. I love you” Gally suddenly told me.

I gasped in astonishment, but I didn’t move.

Instead, it was Gally who moved to lie on his side, holding his head up with one hand, his elbow resting on the pillow as he looked down at me.

He slowly reached out for my hand and gently held it in his bigger hand.

“Are you feeling better?” Gally asked me, gently pushing my hair off my face.

“Yes” I stared at him, startled by the whole situation. He had just confessed his love for me! “I think it was because of you”

“Really?” He smirked, raising one eyebrow.

“Aha”

“Why is that?”

I shyly shrugged, looking away from his face.

“Maybe because I love you too and…” I thought about the words I needed to explain how he made me feel. It wasn’t so easy. “And you always… I feel good when I’m around you”

Still holding my hand, Gally gently lifted my chin up so I would look at him again.

I gulped as I realized that I had just told him I felt the same for him.

My eyes subconsciously settled in his lips and only then I knew how much I wanted to kiss him.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked me of a sudden.

“Yes” I immediatly told him.

I slowly leaned in closer to his lips, but he pulled away with another smirk.

“Now that you’re feeling better” Gally gave me a little kiss on the forehead. “Smile for me”

I groaned as I nuzzled my nose on his chest.

“Gally…” I whined, stirring in the bed.

“I won’t kiss you unless I see that beautiful smile”

Stupid Gally. He knew how much I wanted to kiss him.

So I looked up at him and smiled.

“You always put a smile on my face, Gal”

Beaming and yet smirking, he moved closer and leaned his lips in mine sweetly. Finally.

Omg! So I’ve been talking about meeting Taylor’s so much that my husband actually had a dream about it last night! Anyways so he tells me that we were in the Dominican and that he went to the bar to go grab drinks, he turn around and there’s Taylor Swift standing there singing quietly is to herself. Derrick said you’re Taylor Swift and she just smiled and kept singing. He was trying to wave me over so that I could come and meet her but he couldn’t get my attention and he didn’t want to leave because he left her then maybe she wouldn’t be there when he got back with me. So he standing there like a moron waving his arms around I finally see him, but the second that I get close he wakes up so I don’t even know if I got to meet her!

Of course I’m asking him questions like what song is she singing and what was she wearing he’s a man so he couldn’t answer me anyways how cool would that be if that dream came true!! we are going to the Dominican in February 😅 @taylorswift