and then he asked her what was going on

anonymous asked:

Hi, 41 for the drabble challenge!

Thank you for the prompt. it was supposed to be funny. it got sad. I’m so sorry.


“You’re going out dressed like that?”

Lucien froze, halfway out the door. “No.”

“Yes, you are.” Feyre crossed her arms, taking in the bedsheet draped over her friend. “What is that?”

Lucien’s shoulders drooped, and he turned around. “It’s a toga,” he said tonelessly, plucking at the linen. “It’s what they wear in the Day Court.”

“But we’re not in the Day Court.” Feyre looked at him sharply. “Wait. You’re going to the Day Court? To Helion? Since when?”

“Since he asked me to,” Lucien said resignedly. “I got the letter a week ago. Claims he’s ‘getting on in years’ and wants to introduce me as his heir to his entire court.”

“And you agreed to that?” Feyre said, incredulous.

Lucien struggled for a moment, searching for something to say, then shrugged and said, “Yes.”

Feyre sat down on the arm of a nearby chair, looking rather stunned. “But… why?”

Lucien sighed. “Feyre… you know I don’t fit in here.”

“That’s not true,” she contested. “It’s just that –”

“It’s just that no one trusts me,” he filled in. “And no one really likes me. Except you, maybe. But Rhysand patently hates me, Cassian, Azriel, and Mor barely tolerate me, Amren seems to ignore me, and Nesta seems about a minute away from ripping my throat out on a daily basis.”

“And Elain?” Feyre said hesitantly.

A bleak expression crossed Lucien’s face. “She needs – space,” he said. “Or time. One. Both. I don’t know. She doesn’t want me around. I can’t… say I blame her.”

“So you’re going to run off?” Feyre’s tone was accusatory.

Lucien’s mouth tightened. “I’m going somewhere someone wants me,” he spat. Then, more softly, “I’m going somewhere – where maybe I can be useful. Mother above, Feyre, can you blame me? My entire quest during the war was useless. And so was I. I’m not part of the Night Court, not really.”

“I know. It’s just…” Feyre swallowed. “It’s so far away.”

“I’ll visit sometime, if you want,” Lucien said, eyes avoiding hers. “But maybe not for a while. I don’t want… to be too close to her.”

Feyre knew he meant Elain. “Maybe I’ll come visit you, then. Make up some diplomatic reason. I don’t think Helion would mind.”

“I’d like that.” Lucien fiddled with the drape of fabric over his shoulder.

“How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. A while. Helion’s invitation was indefinite. There’s lots of libraries there; that’s where I’m planning to spend most of my time.”


Lucien didn’t respond immediately. He seemed to be exceedingly interested in a mark on the floor – he kept tracing it with one bare toe. “I suppose,” he said at length. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll make lots of friends at the Day Court. Maybe I’ll have more luck there than I’ve had with my previous three.”

Feyre didn’t know what to say. Slowly, she got up, went over to Lucien, and wrapped her arms around him. He stiffened before hugging her back.

“Stay safe,” she told him softly. “And remember that I am your friend. Truly.”

“I will.”


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Don’t Cave to Expectations

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they are quickly falling in love. One of them (the reader) is worried because they don’t want to have kids. When Spencer notices something is wrong with her, he asks what’s up. When she tells him, she gets a surprising answer. @coveofmemories


“Grandpa,” you said exasperatedly, “You’re going to have to get over it. Things aren’t the same anymore. I don’t want kids.”

This is why family dinners sucked ass. As one of five children, three girls and two boys, it was just assumed from the time you were little that one day you’d grow up and have a family of your own. Thing was, you never planned on having kids. And very few people in your family seemed to be able to accept that. Your mother and a few siblings got it, but your dad, your one brother, and all of the older members of your family couldn’t understand why you didn’t want them. “But you love kids,” your grandpa said frustrated at the fact that you wouldn’t be giving him another great-grandchild anytime soon, if ever. More than likely never. “And that boy you’re dating. The nice one that works for FBI, doesn’t he want kids?”

Spencer was your boyfriend of nearly five months - and you were falling for him hard, but you hadn’t had that conversation yet. “We haven’t talked about that yet, grandpa. But if he really wants kids then that’s not the relationship for me. I wouldn’t have kids to keep a man. I’d have them if I wanted them. No questions asked.” Although the words came out of your mouth with ease, the possibility that Spencer wanted kids was high and you weren’t ready to end this relationship. You loved him so much and you could tell he felt the same way about you. 

Down at the opposite end of the table, your grandpa muttered to himself about the importance of having kids. “Listen, grandpa,” you started. You really did love him. He would do anything for you. But he was living in the 30s and 40s still and society just wasn’t there anymore. “I love you. But the world is changing. You just had kids back then, and I get that that’s the way it was, but it’s not that way anymore. You’re right, I do love kids. My nieces and nephews mean the world to me and I would do anything for them. But given my job and Spencer’s, if he’d the one I decide to marry, bringing a child into the world when we couldn’t give them our absolute all would be unfair to them.”

He wasn’t going to get it; you could tell as he huffed and puffed at the end of the table. You loved your family, but this dinner needed to be over soon. Plus, you were starting to get sick to your stomach. What if Spencer really wanted kids? You loved him so much…


“Okay!” Spencer said, turning around to face you. It was a nice weekend at his place, but after your dinner with your family a few weeks earlier you’d been uneasy, stumbling over your words because you were so nervous about losing him. “What is up with you? You’ve been pulling away for weeks now? And I know you wouldn’t just go from loving me to pulling away for no reason. So what’s up?”

Spencer grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. “You know I love you, so much.” 

“Then what’s the problem?”

With a deep breath, you decided to cross this bridge now. If he really wanted kids then you couldn’t be with him, but if he didn’t want them, then you’d know. “It’s just something that was brought up when I went to visit my family a few weeks ago.”

“I knew it,” he said, his smiled bright. He did love being right. “What happened?”

Ugh. This sucked. “My grandpa got on my case about me having kids.”

His eyes widened for a moment and then smiled. “He thinks you should have kids?”

You nodded, still unsure of where he stood. “I love kids, but my job is hectic, and I love my job, so I don’t think I could devote all the time that a child needs. Plus, I enjoy my independence and my nieces and nephews fill that need in me. I love kids, but I don’t want them.”

“Makes sense,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips and then turning around to go back to what he was doing.

Wait, what? “That’s it?” You chuckled nervously. “You don’t have anything else to add to that?”

Spencer turned around on his heels, confused as to why you were confused. “Yea, what’s the problem?”

“Do you want kids, Spence?”

It was then that he finally seemed to understand. “That’s why you’ve been pulling away?” He exclaimed, walking back over to you and cupping your face in his hands. “You were nervous about me?”

Shakily, you nodded, pressing your forehead against his as you swallowed back nervous tears. “Yea. I see the way you are with your nephews and how much you love them, so I always figured you wanted kids. And although I love them, I don’t want kids, so if you really did then that would be the end of us and I didn’t want anything to end, so that’s why I was nervous.” Apparently, in five months of dating, you’d become much like Spencer in that you’d started rambling when you were nervous. 

His lips pressed gently against yours once again. “I love my nephews…but I don’t want kids either. I thought I did once, but I don’t.” An immediate weight was lifted from your shoulders.

“Oh thank god,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him. “I didn’t want to break up with you…I kind of love you a lot.”

“I kind of love you a lot too,” he said. “My nephews mean everything to me. They’re enough.”

God, you felt so much better. Now you and Spencer could tell your grandpa to get over it. “Can I ask what made you decide you didn’t want them?…When you thought you once did I mean.”

Spencer grabbed your hand and led you to the couch, both falling to the comfy cushions as he pulled you into his lap. “Well, one, I love my job. I can’t imagine doing anything else, and I think it would be unfair to a child. JJ makes it work, but I don’t know how I could. Secondly, I love Henry and Michael so much, and I know I could love my own kid just as much, but given my job, I would never want them to be a target. JJ almost lost Henry once…I don’t think I’d survive that. And three, and probably most importantly, I have a lot of things in my medical history that I wouldn’t want to pass on to a child.” For a few moments, a comfortable silence fell between you. “I guess I’d just like to devote my time to my job, my studies, a couple of dogs at some point, and…the love of my life.”

Craning your head around, you crashed your lips into his. “You are definitely the love of my life,” you replied. “I feel better now.”

“Good.” He kissed you on the shoulder before pulling your feet up so you were fully situated in his lap. “And next time your grandpa gives you crap and I’m there, I’ll rattle off some statistics about why people who don’t want kids shouldn’t just have them for the sake of societal expectations.”

You had the best boyfriend ever. “Fantastic,” you said. “I’m sure my grandfather will have nothing to say to that.”

Allison is less a princess than she is her own knight.

Of all the people she thought might come looking for her after Seth, she isn’t expecting the monster.

“All dressed up with nowhere to go?” he asks. He always talks through his teeth like a rictus grin, and Allison isn’t sure whether it’s an affectation or purely mechanical. Either way, it makes him look like a creepy ventriloquist’s dummy.

“What the fuck do you want,” she says. He just slipped inside the door to the room at Abby’s place she has claimed and closed it behind him, putting his back to it. It’s unlikely that anyone else knows that he is inside the house.

He hated Seth, so he’s not here to pass on his condolences. He’s here with a purpose, and Allison is already halfway through contemplating whether she should choke it out of him before he speaks again.

prologue - read it here

anonymous asked:

omg an aethelrik blog, thank you for existing! If it isn't too much trouble, could you break down all the stuff in the books that were not present in the show, relating to aethelflaed and erik's relationship? I haven't read the books and I am dying to know! Thanks in advance!

OMG anon just doing the Lord’s werrrk, thanks! First, just to let you know, the book was written in Uhtred’s POV, so the aethelrik shiznit only started when he went to Beamfleot for the hostage negotiations. Most of what happened in the show are almost the same as in the books but there were some major changes tho, like TV!Aethelflaed was not carrying Aethelred’s child during her captivity. This is going to be a long post anon, so stay with me:

  • When Uhtred first sees Aethelflaed, he was expecting her to maybe look like crap and run to him joyfully as soon as she sees him [cue record scratch sound effect] nooope, before greeting him and asking if daddy was pissed, she and Erik were busy heart-eyes-ing each other that Uhtred just went:
  • In the books, Aethelflaed was treated way better as a prisoner and had 5 maids at her disposal, plus all of her guards were old fogeys. Erik wouldn’t allow any dane without a senior citizen ID to go near her…sorry Haesten :(
  • Had they escaped successfully, Erik would have converted to Christianity, as what he promised Aethelflaed (ಥ‿ಥ)
  • Also Erik said all he wanted was to live peacefully tilling in the fields and taking care of their future farm animals.
  • The conversation Uthred had with Aethelflaed in the show was almost the same as in the books, except that they were in a dining hall celebrating the closed deal with all the Beamfleot squad. She and Erik never even looked at each other the whole night, Uhtred was so amazed he was like, dayum these two are pros [plays footage from the night before]:
  • Erik was willing to swear an oath to Ragnar once they’ve escaped from Beamfleot. He was all, “I’ll join Ragnar’s crew if he lets us crash forever for a bit in Dunholm”. Uhtred considered it and imagined Ragnar to be amused by their love story.
  • Aethelflaed revealed that she didn’t want to like Erik, that to fight the attraction she even resorted to praying… Good try princess, prayers ain’t gonna help you fend off that Danish charm & charisma.
  • There was no cage-the-princess scene in the book. Also, Sigefrid was totally oblivious to his brother’s feelings for the princess, he thought Erik was just using her for sex and would eventually drop her for some saxon bling.
  • Haesten was the one who set fire to the camp so he could whisk away Aethelflaed and go solo on the incoming ransom money. This so enraged Erik that he went total Terminator mode on Haesten’s men, killing everyone in his path without even a shield, it made Uhtred go, “that’s the most badass shit right there the gods are probably loving it.”
  • Sigefrid was the one who recovered Aethelflaed from Haesten’s goons and kept yelling, “I have the bitch”, and Erik was like, “GIVE HER TO ME” twice and that’s when all really went to shit.
  • Sigefrid was also pissed that he didn’t know Aetherik was a thing and that his brother and Uhtred became BFFs so when Erik said he’ll take Aethelflaed and pay the share of ransom money, Sigefrid was like ~hell no! you betrayed me by joining Uhtred’s boyband and wtf happened to bros before hoes? Bitch bye~ not verbatim but you get the drift.
  • Aethelflaed was weeping and shrieking from the time of Erik’s death until the battle was over, that the fighting men around her were spooked af, even Uhtred described it as “a sadness to fill the world”.
  • When Erik died and his body was being arranged and prepped for a viking burial, they had to pry a still-sobbing Aethelflaed away from him.
  • TV!Aethelflaed went home pregnant alright, but thank JesusMaryJoseph it’s Erik’s baby *throws confetti* 

That’s all I can remember, hopefully I’ve covered just about every little detail. We can all go back to being sad now thanks for the hurt anon

Seth Rollins - Prompt #80 Part 3

Prompt: Part 1 Part 2 
Requested: I can’t remember sorry… Tell me if you guys want more and want to be tagged if I write more.
Warnings: Swearing? 
y/s/n: Your son’s name

*Seth’s POV* 

As I quietly closed the door to y/n’s hotel room, I leant against the door and sighed. I didn’t know what I was expecting when I showed up at her door. Honestley I kinda thought she would slam the door in my face. When she asked if I wanted to see him, my heart stopped. He was perfect. He looked so peacefully. He had one of his legs out from under his blanket, something y/n does constantly. 

I smiled as I walked down the hall to my room. When I originally found out y/s/n was mine… I’m not going to lie, I freaked out. My mind was racing. But now that I’ve had time to calm down and think and see him. I felt okay. It was still massive and out of the blue but I was okay. Y/n and I had talked about kids after we got engaged. She loved kids. She always babysat for family and friends from a young age. Me, kids weren’t my top priotiy. I didn’t care whether or not I had kids, until that night. 

She lay in bed findling with her engagment ring. It had been a week since I had asked her to marry me and she was still playing with it. 

“I really love it” she smiled as I walked into the bedroom drying my hair with a towel. 

“Now that we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together” I said lying on the bed next to her “What’s your biggest fear?” 

“Geez going in deep. I thought you were going to say what my favourite colour was” She smiled 

“That yellow, because it makes you smile” I said rubbing her legs “come on… you always said you’d tell me when we were more serious. I don’t think there is anything more serious then choosing a human to spend the rest of your life with” 

“I don’t want to freak you out” She said taking a deep breath 

“Never” I smiled 

“….Not being able to have kids” 

“Really? I never would have guessed that” 

“Yeah. I’ve thought about it since I was like 15. I’ve always been surrounded by kids. I was the only girl my age in my family friend group. Like everyone else my age were boys and the girls were like 5 when I was 15 so I was always looking after kids when everyone got together. So I loved kids and it made think imagine if I wasn’t able to have kids” she said 

“There’s alaways other options babe” I whispered taking her hands 

“I’ve seen first hand how hard it is for people to have kids. Like yes there’s adoption or fostering but like…I want them to be ours. At least related to one of us. Surragacy can be horrible. I saw my friend go through so much heartache with surragacy and I can’t imagine going through it myself” 

We ended up talking about names for kids and I was really glad that she gave y/s/n the top name that we talked about together. She knew I liked the name, it at least means she was thinking about me when she was pregnant. 

The next morning I headed to the gym with Cesaro and filled him in on everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. 

“Is your life ever normal? Like can you just have no drama in your life?” Cesero asked as we headed to a coffee shop. 

“Apprently not” I shrugged 

“So what are you going to do?” Cesero said grabbing his coffee off the table 

“I’m going to be there obviously. I want to be in his life. I’m probably going to move to Florida. I want to be there. I’m gonna talk to someone to make sure we have the same schedules. I’ve missed heaps in just 6 months. I can’t miss anymore” I said 

“I meant about y/n” Cesaro said “It’s been what two years?” 

“Yeah pretty much” I sighed “I don’t know what to do with her. You know how I feel about her” 

“I know I just want you to say it” Cesaro smirked “You fucked up with her” 

“I know I did” I rolled my eyes. It was the worst mistake of my life. The only thing I can put it down to is having a crisis about the rest of my life but that’s no excuse for cheating. My friends and everyone around constantly reminded me how stupid I was. Dean ripped into me. He was like her big brother and since y/n and Renae were such good friends. “I love her. I never stopped. She’s my perfect girl and now she has my baby. I mean I’m tied to her for the rest of my life” 

“Or at least until y/s/n is 18″ Cesaro said 

“I want her. I want us to be a family again but I ruined that. I hurt her and I don’t think she would ever take me back” 

“You never know until you try” 

“You really want us back together?” 

“You made each other happy. You made her happy as much as she made you happy. I watched your relationship blossom. And it hurt me when you broke up” 

“I get it! I fucked up!” I exclaimed 

“I also miss traveling with her. She was great” 

“You realise if we got back got back together and she travelled with us again there would be a baby here” 

“I can deal with that. I’d be a great uncle. Just promise me you’ll try” 

“I’ll try. I’m gonna give her time though…She needs time” 

Hope you guys liked it

anonymous asked:

I know Isak and even look really happy but I think deep down they're struggling with what happened.. Isak looked really sad when sana said I'm sorry about my brother, he couldn't talk about it and he looked down at his desk :( I feel even might go down hill and also obviously sana is going through a hard time. Isak will try talking to sana again (the spoiler pic) then hopefully sana will end up hanging out with them and evak can help sana and be there for her and she can do the same for them.



Jarvis:  Yeah…dad talked to Hollis and I about it when we were teens, but we were too busy laughing every time he said penis to take what he said seriously!

Teresa:  Well…why aren’t you talking to him about it?

Jarvis:  Cause I’m asking you! *impatient* Teresa!  What do I do?

Teresa:  You need to go to the clinic and get a check up. Jar…you gotta take this kind of stuff seriously!

Jarvis:  I know, but I thought Ellie and I were exclusive.  She said it was her first time and I figured - 

Teresa:  You might be exclusive, but that doesn’t guarantee that SHE is! 

Jarvis: *sighs and gets up from his stool* I gotta get to work.

Teresa:  *calls after him* Jar…you can stay one more day if you need to.

Jarvis:  That’s okay Reese…there’s an apartment in the Spice District that’ll be free soon.  I’ll be staying with Dwight for a day or two in the meantime. Thanks though! *walks out the door*


Josh Dun x Reader soulmate!au

summary: you and josh are in a relationship, but you aren’t soulmates. Josh meets his soulmate and is faced with the decision between you and her.

Word Count: 406

              “How much time is left on yours?” Josh asked tapping a beat on your shoulder with his fingers. You glanced at the clock embedded on your wrist.

               “Two weeks, four days and five hours.” You hummed “What about you?”

               “Ten hours, twelve minutes and ten -no wait- seven seconds.” He sighed. “I wish there was a way to turn these off. No one will ever be as good as you.”

               You smiled and leaned your head against his chest. “I read online that they can be broken, but I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re going to meet her tomorrow, do you know that? What do you think she’ll look like?”

               “Exactly like you.” He chuckled. “Maybe she’ll be able to cook more than popcorn.” You playfully hit him.

               “I know that we don’t believe in this soul mate crap.” You sighed. “But if you wanted to leave me for her I would understand. Just please make sure to stay in contact with me.”

               “I love you too much to forget about you, I promise.”

               You remained in silence, comforted by each other’s embrace.

               “We should probably go to bed.” You said, poking Josh’s arm. He hummed in agreement, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom.

               You were nervously waiting for Josh to come home from work, you knew that if he didn’t he would have chosen her. When the front door opened you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding.

               “Tell me everything.” You demanded, patting the spot on the couch next to you.

               “I was crossing the street when my timer went to zero. Did you know it beeps in your head? I think that’s so weird.” He laughed, his eyes squinting. “Anyways, I looked up and saw a pretty girl smiling excitedly from the other side of the street. When I looked at her I could only think of you, and she didn’t even compare.” He sighed. “Then I decided that I chose you, and avoided eye contact because you know I hate confrontation.”

               You smiled lovingly towards him, “I love you Josh.”

               “I love you more.” He responded, wrapping his arm around you.

               “Only two weeks, three days and five hours until we can convince everyone that we’re soul mates.” You laughed.

               “Only two weeks, three days and five hours until we can get married.” Josh said, leaning in and kissing you softly.

anonymous asked:

Bonnie/Elijah, Playground

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

“Come on,” Bonnie urges as she quickens her step (she has her eyes on the prize after all).  

Elijah is less inclined; he actually feels so out of place here that he knows it shows on his face. 

She settles on a swing and before he can ask her what is going through her mind (he often wonders as she sleeps peacefully while he lies wide awake) she is soaring high. Figuring he has little choice, he joins her.

She turns her head and there is whoop of triumph (because he is smiling and that has been her goal all along).

When he Sees Me

 (Author’s Note: So I have been listening to “When he Sees Me” from Waitress and well….I was inspired. Thanks to you Sixer, you got me all Stephew feelsy) 

Stephanie paced around her dorm room as her roommates watched is concerned silence. She hadn’t stopped moving since coming home from class, and not a single one of them knew why.

            “Stephanie,” one roommate called out causing Steph to snap her head towards her, “what’s going on, darlin’? You seem rather frazzled.”

            Stephanie bit her lip, mulling over her thoughts before taking a deep breath, making her decision.

            “Matthew asked me out today.” She sighed, not looking up at her roommates. All three of the girls squealed and gasped, obviously happy about the news. Stephanie flinched at that, her face taking on a concerned look.

            “Wait…Steph why do you look so worried? Aren’t you excited? I mean, he’s your best friend.” One of the girls asked causing the others to pause.

            “Well yeah but…but… Look,” Stephanie closed her eyes, getting the girls to sit in attention, “I stick with real things, usually facts and figures and the what not. I can plan accordingly when things are tangible like numbers. But this? Feelings? It’s all a guessing game and I don’t like guessing games.”

            “But don’t you have feelings for him?” one of the girls asked.

            “I don’t know! I don’t understand these feelings. And I certainly don’t know what will happen on this date. What if he asks me questions about myself that I don’t even know? What if he sits to close? What if he’s weird and eats Oreo cookies wrong?”

            “How do you eat an Oreo cookie wrong?”

            “I don’t know! Like eat the cookie before the cream or something! I mean what if…what if when he sees me for the date, what if he doesn’t like me? What if he just bails on me? How am I going to be ok afterwards? How can I loose a best friend like that? No…you know what, its better to just cancel.” Stephanie reached for her cellphone on the table but her roommate snatched it away.

            “Stephanie don’t you think you are being a bit dramatic?”

            “I am not! I’m being cautious. I don’t really know him anyway! He could be some weirdo psychopath or something!” at this her friends snickered. “I’m serious! He could have just befriended me to get at me. Just to use me for one night. Or even worse use those lovely eyes and make me laugh…gosh what if when he sees me, he sees I like him and he knows it? What if it opens something inside of me and I can’t stop it! What if he holds me and…and I like it and then I’m done for?” Stephanie flopped to the floor worried and unsure.

            “Stephanie, darlin’, just go on the date. I’m sure you two will have a lovely time. You just need to trust that he’s a good friend and just wants to get to know ya better.” Stephanie sighed knowing there was no way out of it.


Stephanie couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from her as Matthew nudged her shoulder laughing along.

            “Aww come on Steph, you wouldn’t ever try it?” he asked raising a brow at her as they slowly made their way back to Stephanie’s apartment. The date had been a simple one, just a dinner and a nice walk. But Stephanie hadn’t laughed this much in a long time and was feeling right at home.

            “Why would I? that’s just gross!” she countered back, relishing in the fake hurt on Matthew’s face.

            “Well I’ll count that out as an option for our second date.” He pouted. Stephanie felt her heart jump. A second date? Does that mean, he wants to see me again?

            “A second date huh?” she asked trying to sound playful but cringing at how pathetic it came out. Matthew stopped to look at her.

            “I mean only if you want to Stephanie. I…well I had a really great time with you tonight. No surprise there, I always have a great time with you.” This caused Stephanie to giggle. “Would you want to go on a second date?”

            Stephanie looked up at Matthew, and seeing his eyes so large and warm, full of kindness, she couldn’t help but nod her head. “Yeah…I think I would like that very much.”

            The smile on Matthew’s face took her breath away as he stood closer to her. “Well yay! I’ll make sure to make the next one even better!”

            They arrived at her door and Stephanie felt nervous and awkward all of a sudden. “Well thank you so much for the date. I had a really great time.” Stephanie breathed, smiling up at Matt. He returned the smile and shrugged.

            “It was nothing. As long as you had a good time then all I can say is mission accomplished. Thank you for going with me. I had a blast. So I guess goodnight then.” Matthew smiled raising his arms for a hug, which was normally how they parted ways from class.  Stephanie wrapped her around him but as Matthew held her Stephanie felt something new and it caused her heart to speed up. She felt anxious and at peace all at the same time. Before she even knew what she was doing she pulled back and kissed him.

            She could feel Matthew’s stunned expression and it shocked her back into reality as she pulled herself away. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean…I was just…oh gosh.” Her face started to burn up as she looked back at Matthew’s face. He was staring at her until he pulled her back in and kissed her back. Now it was her turn to be stunned. She didn’t know how or when but she relaxed in his arms and just enjoyed the feeling of being so close to him. He held her so gently as though she could break, she could feel his heart beat against her own chest and something about it felt right. After a while they pulled apart, both a little breathless and blushing.

            “Well um…goodnight.” Stephanie quickly rushed out and ran back into her room. What the heck was that?! Why did she do that? And more importantly, what did this boy do to her?

anonymous asked:

i know isak means well, not letting her apologize because he doesn't hold her responsible for what happened but him not looking at her, short answering her.... you can see in her face that it affects her :( now both are sad and sana has no one

I think he also feels weird out that he thinks that Sana’s brother hit him (I said that he thinks becaue I’m not 100% sure that it was Elias who hit him) and is not sure how to handle it towards Sana. That is why he acted little weird when they talked about it and he said it was no need to apologize.

But the minute after he is the same again talking about school and asking her to help him. And you could tell he was really wondering what was going on at the end of the clip when Sana said he was alone.

My hope is that the two of them will talk about it this week and that Isak let Sana know that she is not alone and she will always have him as a friend.

anonymous asked:

u dont have to publish this if u dont' want to. i just wanted to say thank you for saying what you said about s*eggy. I agree with other anon - i feel like if you say anything against the pairing, you get horribly attacked. i don't mind the pairing, but found his relationship with bucky much more compelling and i mean even tho she flirted a lot with him, he didn't actually flirt much with her except for the 1 kiss, and like, he was going off to die. idk. i wish it were possible to discuss openly

well worry not lads, this is and always will be a safe place for open discussion about general fandom stuff like this, obvs I’m not gonna make it a safe place for people to be like “i support nazi Steve” or whatever, but for stuff like “i don’t think St*ggy was as deep as everyone made out but i didn’t want to say anything in case i got jumped on” - u can say it here

anonymous asked:

What the fuck is going on? I cant watch it so im asking. Robert is cruel to rebecca again? And another character call him gay?and they didnt bother give them a proper scene without rebecca lurking somewhere around?

Well its nothing new he still wants her to have the abortion and she didn’t do it yet so the scene was kinda like last time he told her to do the abortion :/ not call him directly gay but Charity said something to Rebecca and Debbie in the pub about dodgy deals and charm deal partners but Rebecca said the client was gay so she couldn’t have a go and Charity answered “it didn’t stop Robert” why even bring this up seriously thats so low ED UGH IT was what 5 secs only the boys getting outta the car having a mini chat then she drove in with her car and Robert saw her. He told Aaron to get the bags in and he would get some food for them and well then he went and saw her. Five mins back and they made Robert lie again nice ED nice why are they like this. It would have been enough to see her with Robert (and Aaron) tomorrow mEH

macdrouin  asked:

Macdrouin for either can't let you go yet or breathtaking kiss please ❤️ (bet you couldn't have guessed that from my URL lmao)

what’s macdrouin? don’t know her and bet u don’t either

they see each other twice a season, three times if you count the all-star break (which tends not to apply usually, unfortunately) and it’s not enough. it’s never nearly enough, and they’ve been doing this for three years already, and nate doesn’t know how much more he can take.

every time he gets jo in his arms, he can’t bear to let go. he asks himself how he keeps doing this, how he can stand to watch jo walk away time after time after time, and he doesn’t know.

but he has to, every single time, and even when they’re standing at the door of nate’s apartment in denver and jo keeps coming back for more and more, searing kisses pressed to nate’s mouth like he wants to stay there forever, it’s not enough. jo’s lips are on nate’s over and over again, and it’s new and familiar every single time, and nate could really get lost in this the same way he always does. 

he can’t, though. he knows jo needs to go back to florida, as much as that pains him. that’s why he has to be the responsible one and step back, hands slipping down jo’s (toned as fuck) arms until their only point of contact is at their fingertips.

nate attempts a shaky smile. “i’ll see you,” he says softly.

“yeah,” jo responds, but makes no move to leave.

send me prompts

anonymous asked:

Add reacting to Ara being pregnant with his child

Add wasn’t sure what to feel. When Ara told him the news he thought she was joking at first, then became shocked and fearful. How could he ever take care of a kid? Not even his own dad did a good job doing that. Finally he settled on the perfect solution.

He was going to run away.

However Ara caught his hand in a death grip just as Add was escaping from a window, with the most terrifying look he has ever seen on her face and a murderous aura. Still, her hold tightened until Add was scared she would rip his hand off.

“Don’t run.”

He got down from the window, or rather fell down from passing out.

“Oh no… Add, are you okay? I just wanted us to be a happy family…!”

anonymous asked:


I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! I might have a few opportunities to perform live in the near future which is exciting! My mom’s friend wants me to perform in her all girl punk band a couple times, her other friend wants me in his band permanently when I’m old enough but he said if I want to play with them once just for experience that that’s cool too! And I might go on tour this summer to help set up equipment with my mom and her other friend’s band too because he wants me to get a look at the scene :D So… who knows what could happen during that time ! THIS IS A VERY SWEET ASK !! UR THE BEST, ANON!!

“in the end, i think it’s him who lost,” she sighed after a few minutes of silence had passed.

he turned to look at her, “what do you mean?”

“well… he lost a girl who could’ve given him the whole world and all the stars if he asked. he lost a girl who would’ve known him better than he knew himself. he lost a girl who, i’m pretty damn sure, would’ve loved him in ways he couldn’t even imagine. but he was too blind to see that… so now she’s going to give it to someone who deserves it while he’ll be left wondering why he ever let her go.”

—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2

In retrospect, Bitty should have been able to read the subtle signs.

Coach keeps his eyes trained on the TV even when the game cuts to commercial. One hand clutches the remote more firmly than usual, while the other does the same to his beer bottle. The wrinkles across his forehead become momentarily more pronounced.

But Bitty doesn’t notice he should be bracing himself until after it’s already happened.

“So. Your mama says you’ve got a sweetheart.”

Every major organ in Bitty’s body stops for a moment.

“She– What? I–”

“Well. She suspects. But you know how she is.”

Bitty swallows roughly against the desert wasteland his throat has suddenly become. It’s only the first week of his junior year’s summer break. He and Jack celebrated their one year anniversary a handful of days ago, making out like teenagers in the doorway to Jack’s old room for a few precious minutes before anyone could break away from the graduation festivities to come find them.

They’ve talked in loose terms about eventually coming out to people who aren’t a member of the Falcs or the SMH, but they don’t actually have anything resembling a plan.

Especially when it comes to Bitty’s parents.

“I don’t have a sweet–” Bitty starts, and stops at the single raised eyebrow his father shoots him.

“Mama’s wrong,” he insists anyway, breathing in deep and trying not to let his hands shake as he wrings them together.

His fingers itch to text Jack.

Coach tilts his head slightly to the side. “Could be,” he allows. “Thought you and I should have a talk either way.”

This is the longest commercial break in a football game that Bitty has ever sat through.

He purses his lips and furrows his brows. “Mama thought you should–”

I thought,” Coach corrects easily, setting his beer down on the end table and then turning in his recliner to finally face where Bitty is curled up on the sofa. He frowns, lips thin and tight, eyes steady and assessing.

Then, after a lengthy silence: “Do you love him?”

The sharp breath Bitty sucks in nearly chokes him.

What?” he whispers, voice ragged and harsh around what little air he can force from his frozen lungs.

The game starts up again. Coach’s hand squeezes the remote a little tighter, but he doesn’t press pause. And he doesn’t look away from Bitty. “It’s alright if you don’t. I won’t tell your mama either way if you don’t want me to.”

“You… But I thought she…” Bitty feels dazed, pulse pounding, and brain struggling to make sense of whatever alternate universe he’s somehow stumbled into.

“Junior, you know she loves you. No matter what, we both love you. And, again, she… suspects. But I wanted to talk to you first, before I go confirming or denying any of her late-night jam-making musings.” He sighs, and then lifts up the remote so that he can see the buttons well enough to hit Off on the first try.

“Do you love him?” he asks again, once the screen is dark.

Bitty swallows. Then nods.

One side of Coach’s mouth lifts into the beginnings of a rare, soft smile. “Good,” he says, as earnest as Bitty has ever heard him.

“Now. Enough of that.” Coach picks his beer back up and takes a swig as he turns back to the television set, hitting the power button once more so that the game comes back to life on the flat screen before them. “Just so you know, I’ve been keeping up with hockey as much as I can in the off hours, but it was a hell of a lot easier to do when an NHL prodigy was around to go through plays with me on the whiteboard in the den.”

Bitty bites his bottom lip against a smile.

“You still in touch with the Zimmermann kid?” his father asks. And Bitty’s smile collapses in on itself before it’s even begun. “Not that I’d expect you to be. But he’s the kind of athlete every coach dreams of, really. You’re lucky to have had him on your team.”

“…Yeah.” Bitty digs his nervous fingers into the meat of his own thighs, and resists texting Jack for just a few moments longer. Because when he does, he knows that their plans for the future will no longer be defined in loose terms. “I am.”