being this sick is make me too emotional and it's no fun at all

WHY YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR SIGN
  • Aries: You play all the time, and you play to win. You are a cheerful and a happy person but god help the ones who do you wrong or the ones you love. You know how to party and you know how to have fun. You always give great compliments. You have a great body and great physical looks. Your smile is sexy and your laughter is even sexier. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Taurus: You have an impeccable taste for literally everything, you are the biggest hedonist out there and you simply know how to live. And you love life itself which comes in many forms. You have a cheerful spirit, intriguing mentality and even a greater heart. You are capable of putting up with so much shit and staying sane, haters can just stay jealous. You have the power to crack the earth in two when you witness negativity and you will. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Gemini: Your intelligence, style and communication skills know no borders. You are always the funny one, and even while some people might think that you're a drama queen or a double-faced attention whore, you just know that it isn't true. And you don't fight them but you let them learn it themselves that you're not a double-faced backstabber who hurts people for fun. You just love supporting people and making their lives better. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Cancer: You are literally one of the sweetest experiences one could ever have. You can teach people a lot, and you can stay strong through a lot of shit in your life. You are pure, innocent, loving and caring. You give the best hugs out there and you know how to satisfy people. You are full of positivity and you always put people's needs before yours. You can stand up and keep an insanely happy face even you're being torn apart inside. You are strong and you are one of the most sensitive people out there, which makes you really strong. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.|
  • Leo: You have this cheerful spirit and you radiate with alluring energy. People might accuse you of wanting to be the center of attention but you deserve to be the center of attention because you are special and you know what you're capable of. You just want to assure people that you're a person who's capable of many things and you can lead yourself and people to greatness. You are a natural born supporter and you simply know how to make people's lives better. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Virgo: You are really a person who's great in many spheres of life. You're deep. People might accuse you of being overcritical and a perfectionist, but don't let them bring you down. Yes, you are critical and you are a perfectionist but that's because you just want everything to be alright. You suffer from tons of anxiety when you want to achieve something but believe me, it will pay off. Just stay strong and don't listen to people who say that you're very silent and unsuccessful because you have the potential to surpass them all. You are a great thinker, a very intelligent person and you are one of the biggest go-getters out there. Stay strong and you will succeed in whatever it is you want. You know how to fix people's problems and you are born to help. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Libra: You are a person who radiates with positive energy. You are a beacon of happiness and you are one of the most creative people out there. You know how to care for people and you know how to love. God damn it, you have impeccable style and you know how to dress. You are appealing and both your physical and mental beauty are dominant when you enter a room of new people. You are a big, big person with even a bigger heart than your body and you know how to give people an advice. Those pieces of advice you give, often fix people's problems. You are beautiful. You are admirable. You are capable of many things and you know how to get shit done. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Scorpio: You are a person who's capable of many things. People usually think that you're too intense, childish, evil and vengeful but you're not. You just know how to have fun and you love making people's lives better. You are a master of telling jokes. Your eyes can penetrate deep inside a person's soul and see the sadness inside that person. And you will help that person. You help people on a daily basis, even if they don't see it. Most of the time you are very sad and you suffer inside because you think that people don't see what you've done for them, and that is okay. But believe me, they do see what you've done for them. And if anyone wrongs you or a person you love, you can avenge yourself or that person you love. Many people think that you're cruel and unforgiving but that's not true. Don't listen to the stereotypes for Scorpios and focus on being a good person. You forgive endlessly, you just don't like showing your emotions because people might manipulate you or use them against you, so you might do some things (which you will later regret) just because you don't want to seem weak. But that's how you protect yourself. Don't worry about others' opinions, you're a great person, filled with positivity. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Sagittarius: You are a person who cares about everyone. You are not bitchy and nervous, it's just that you are sick of people doing mistakes which they will later regret. You are a born teacher and you are born to lead people into a new, better world. People need to start listening to your pieces of advice because the pieces of advice you give are priceless. You are not extreme and you are not impulsive because you want to be, you do it because you want to prove others that you're a good person and a person who honestly and sincerely cares about everything. You often suffer from anxiety and insomnia, but it's because you are a very intelligent person and your mind works a lot faster than other people's. You come off as a person whom everyone thinks that hates emotions and doesn't know how to feel, but, believe me, you know how to feel. You just can't stand it when people don't live just and you are born to fix the mistakes of yours and of other people's. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Capricorn: You are a deeply caring person but you don't show it as most people do. Others will think that you're unfeeling and cold-blooded because of the way you show your emotions and because of your silent nature, but you are not emotionless. You are a person who cares a lot about your and other people's future. You are not materialistic and money-oriented, you are a person who is concerned with your and other people's well-being, so you work your ass off because you know where you might end up one day. Don't let people pick with you or underestimate you because you are a very sensitive and emotional person who knows how to support people and lead them to happiness. You will be made fun of, you will be insulted, you will be hated and you will be fought but you should know that you shouldn't give up of spreading positivity and working hard to achieve your goals. Don't let negative people stop you and bring you down. Learn that you are a person who knows how to function. You are not dull, as most people think. But let them think because you needn't carry about negative people's irrelevant opinions because you know who you are, and you are not dull. You are a very interesting, funny and creative person. You are a great friend, parent, partner and a lover. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Aquarius: You are an open-minded person and your intelligence is really great. You are a very understanding person and you know how to have fun. You lead people into great adventures which might seem risky, but you do it for the sake of fun. Best memories always come from great experiences, and you know how to make people experience things. You are not limited and detached as most people think, you are a person who just thinks rationally for your and the lives for the people around you. You are not argumentative as everyone thinks, you are debatable. There's a difference. You love learning and debating, you just seem argumentative because you're passionate for debates and learning new things. You are not a weirdo or a freak, you're an eccentric person. There's a difference. You are a great friend. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
  • Pisces: You are one of the most insightful people out there and you simply know everything, because you feel everything. you have the gift of unlimited and uncontrollable emotions, which might sometimes take advantage of you but I assure you that you have the ability to control your emotions. You are one of the most intelligent people out there. You are very beautiful, both physically and mentally. You are a natural born philosopher and you're the deepest person there is. You are not weak just because you are hurt or triggered easily, you are strong and powerful beyond limits because you experience everything both with your heart, soul and mind. You absorb people's feelings and you absorb information like a sponge. You are capable of many things. No matter your easygoing, sweet, cheerful or introverted nature, you are one of the best fighters out there and you always win no matter what, because you stubbornly go to extremes and you have the ability to go to the end of the universe and back, if it's required of you to get what you want. You fight till the very end and you know how to sit on the throne. Despite most people's (stupid) opinion, you are not a wallflower. You are a natural born leader who just seems dreamy and lost most of the time but that's because you're very intelligent and you think like no-one else does. When the topic of a conversation is brought, I bet you've already been overthinking about it. You can put up with so much shit and you can go through everything, you can run through hell and fly through heaven in order to achieve your goals. You are not weak, you're just a person with the most intense emotions out there. Learn to control things and you will be unstoppable. When someone hurts you or someone you love, you will turn into a giant shark and every unjust person will feel the ocean's wrath. You are not weak because you're a forgiving person, you are just one level above all those haters and you actually understand why people made those mistakes, and that's why you forgive - when you forgive. NOW, START LOVING YOURSELF AND YOUR SIGN.
The truth is…
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Aries:

  • is a sassy bitch, let’s just accept that. always answering back, they’d even answer back to any god (may it be diplomatically or sarcastic)
  • always give people cheap gifts not because they’re broke but because they think that’s the only standard or gift you deserve
  • has a huge disgust with humanity so they either get delusions of controlling the world or they avoid/limit their human interactions
  • their logic is out of this world: it’s either you get mesmerised and see a new horizon or you end up getting crazy because you can’t get it
  • beneath all their layers, they’re one of the smartest and hardworking people out there… always willing to help you study/work/etc.

Taurus: 

  • their trigger word is literally food and all its proper nouns. they’d sell their souls for a ceaseless supply of food and they’d won’t regret
  • literally possessive as fuck, aphrodite lives in their titties cos they dun calm down if they see someone circling around their man/woman.
  • obsessed with getting shit organised y'all don’t even know. they will never move unless a very detailed blue print is in front of them.
  • they will keep hustlin more than a twenty of you combined. they know and prioritise how precious time and money are.
  • when they say they can’t do an errand/plea, dun quickly believe them at all cost or you’ll get a small surprise: they’ll do it after some while. 

Gemini: 

  • know that archetype of a kind person who’ll obey & follow you to the death but has so many fucking personal motives? yep, that’s gemini.
  • their knowledge and expertise are vastly scary; multilingual people and historians. they aint called GEMinis for nothing, hunty.
  • for them, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. if you don’t match their pace, you’re basically out of their surviving list, whatever list that is.
  • insanely in love and proud making other people swoon over them (oh the oozing warmth of being loved and respected) but says otherwise
  • bad at remembering dates but that dun mean they love you less or you’re not that important to them, just believe in them.

Cancer:

  • they dun talk much but best believe me, whenever they speak it’s either they gon hand you your ass or roast the living shit out of you
  • are all terminally sarcastic bless their souls. they don’t have time for your bullshit, they don’t even have time for their own.
  • they will never side or they will avoid picking a side. they’re the best people to rant cos they will literally get where you coming from.
  • one of the sweetest and loving signs out there but for some reason, they tend to have some problems making real long time friends.
  • always look brooding or even out of reach. that’s cos they’re afraid words/actions won’t come/show they way they really want them too.

Leo:

  • so demure but once you get close to them/they know they have the upper control, they will fucking nag & bully everything
  • but after the searing primadonna stage, these lions are all just smol precious clumsy beans who must be protected at all cost
  • knows the traditional ways or romancing someone, like the flowers and cupcakes and shy yet formal asking you out for events/dates
  • easily clouded by false/dark ideas and hard to snap them out of it. it takes another brave alpha who can help them out of the cray
  • but don’t be fooled, these lions can be tamed and would be willing to tag along the right people for the rest of their life line.

Virgo:

  • dont slack off in front of them, they will give your ass a whoop back to reality. trust me, they give so much vigour and moral to people.
  • not easily scared of pretty much anything because they always think about the story/reason behind it, for this one, what made it scary?
  • they can get super fucking salty and shady and they aint afraid of being salty and shady, for a good or bad reason whatsoever.
  • they never fail to always see the bigger picture, that also means they’re not afraid to do everything to get to the biggest picture.
  • loves having fun and enjoying life without taking advantage of things or forgetting to be humble and well-grounded.

Libra: 

  • too pure for this world but these people have a skyrocketing tendencies to becoming a yandere (lol they probably already are)
  • their aesthetic perfectionism sickness is practically beyond all earth signs combined: they’ll set fire on anything lower than their standards.
  • too kind and angelic we dun deserve them. we also dun deserve their life sucking flirtatious killer charms. we just dun deserve then all in all
  • these bitches love to meddle with other people’s business tho. either they save the situation or aggravate it, there’s no in between
  • even with all the hate on their kind, libra people just keep their heads up and tryn’a understand and accept other people’s view of them.

Scorpio: 

  • for the vagillionth time, y'all have to remember that these “””devil children””” are all just 4D weird bastards who easily space out.
  • the sexy airheads we all get from anime. but dun cross them & their fambam, they won’t think twice about apathetically cutting you.
  • everyone’s fairy godmother/father cos if they love you & they see you deserving, they will lavish &treat you so great. aint lying, dis the truth
  • willing to learn from others but is obsessed with “i am the most mature one so my wisdom is the greatest and the only effective one”
  • so many layers, like they’re literally never-ending. but after plucking all these layers out, you’ll see a fragile marshmallow baby inside 

Sagittarius:

  • they need like a dozen of hobbies as outlets for their energy. if they don’t get the energy out, they become a host of a time bomb.
  • insatiably absorbs all information of all kinds like a baby on his mom’s chest or a tic sucking out blood from a fresh catch: you choose
  • no one really knows if they’re showing genuine reaction/emotion cos you don’t know if they’re forcing it or not or they dun even know too
  • is the jack of all trades cos they have so many talents but can’t focus and drill hard on one cos they jump from different talent to another
  • may come arrogant but always they always want everyone to be happy and enjoying the time, probably more than how libra wants it.

Capricorn: 

  • always late on almost everything. insomniac children of the night, so no matter how dire the situation is, they’ll always be late. deal with it.
  • condescending as fuck cos they know they can do pretty much anything please beware they are vicious machiavellians
  • obsessed with segregating people in their lives; they don’t want their friends to socialise with their family, this group with that group, etc.
  • avoids and gets easily tired with human interaction, but is magically brilliant with human interaction. their magic? idek ask them.
  • after you pass their scrutinising sifting of people in their lives, you’ll just see a funny, dependent, happy-go-lucky, perverted side of them

Aquarius:

  • also don’t like taking sides, will never jump onto anything without all the cards are seeable, yet also not afraid to speak up in the end.
  • obsessed and deranged with their fanaticism of any horror shit idk how they can carry on with a fine stomach after all that scary jazz
  • can never be controlled, they might seem controllable or easy to manoeuvre but spare your ass and don’t be fooled by this sign
  • disappears and reappears at their own will, and doesn’t care about the consequences of their absence, they literally don’t care.
  • in the end of the day, aquarius has no fucks to give any of the other signs. they don’t ask for a lot and they just wanna be left alone.

Pisces:

  • are quiet little shits who looks way more gorgeous when they’re mad cos they just turn fiendish but still in a cute way, like wtf how???
  • needs a fuck ton of guidance from older or more mature people cos they tend either the laziest, silliest, or most annoying things ever. 
  • how fucking annoying it is whenever they pull out the victim card like dude shove that thing back where it belongs or so I will.
  • are actually sensible people, kinda shocking for some but it’s the truth cos these people stay in tune with their emotions, they dun run away
  • break them to pieces and you’ll see a child needing to be loved and wanting to know what are the things that they can improve and learn

anonymous asked:

I can't help but hate levi///han now that levi is a dick to hange and doesn't deserve her I read this theory that questiong thing from this month means they are not even friends anymore bcoz levi doesn't feel comfortable enough to call hange by the nickame he had for her anymore and that's sad and also makes me angry because hange is always so nice to him and levi is a douche

Eh, that’s not how I see it.

IMO him dropping that nickname means 1) he legitimately respects her new position and wants to place an emphasis on that by example (humanity’s strongest soldier respecting the new commander is a big deal), and 2) he’s actively trying not to be a dick by throwing out a nickname that is NO LONGER APPROPRIATE – not just due to her rank, but, you know, the fact that she’s lost/damaged/ruined one of her eyes, now. 

The situation that ruined her eye was extremely traumatic: it got her work assistant killed–not to mention all of her colleagues: people’s she’s known for years of her career. This includes Erwin, whose shoes she has to fill right away. I doubt she wants the reminder of that terrible day spat out of Levi’s mouth like it’s some kind of a funny joke when there’s very little chance of her being able to see it that way anymore. I know everyone thinks Hange would take it with a grain of salt and all that (cracking jokes galore), but she has feelings and again: the situation was very traumatic. You don’t see Levi cracking jokes about his traumatic experiences, do you?

Fandom conveniently forgets that Hange is a person who experiences human emotion because they’re desperate to keep the ship dynamic for levihan the same forever.

And look, until we got this information, I think interpreting Hange as the sort of person who wanted normalcy there to distract from the depressing and painful reality was believable and realistic.

But with this information it seems that’s not actually the case.

And that’s okay! There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s okay for your headcanons to be proven wrong on occasion.

And listen to me, here: people change. They grow, and it’s not always apart. Sometimes they grow together, especially after they’ve been through something rough. The fight in Shiganshina was a rough experience. 

Hange has been through a surprising lot, though she’s barely focused on during those chapters. Almost the entire military branch she works in was wiped out. She lost countless acquaintances and friends. Now she has to lead what’s left of it…and without an eye. I wish fandom would stop laughing it off like it’s a cute “fun” injury because it looks “cool.” It was probably highly traumatic and painful for her, not just in the moment, either. The fact that it took so long for her to get treatment might have even been the real reason she lost it. The eye loss is associated with all kinds of trauma, both physical and mental. She’s a soldier, she’s accepted that something like this could happen, but that doesn’t make it easier to deal with; it doesn’t make any of her losses less painful.

So let’s talk about the responsibility that’s instantly clamped down on her shoulders after this, because Hange doesn’t even get a second to herself to just, you know, mourn or be sad. She’s the commander now. And while the SC might have sealed the wall(s), it was at a great price (and still under Erwin’s command almost entirely). Hange is going to have to fight for respect from pretty much everyone. Mission accomplished and all, but now that the walls are sealed, humanity is safe again lmao fuck the Survey Corps do we even need that branch anymore? Hange is going to have to present a case to save humanity and exterminate the titans and she’s going to need all the respect she can get to do that. She’s going to need more soldiers because <10 isn’t going to be enough. She’s going to need money and supplies and gear. I hate saying this, but it might not be something she’s capable of presenting on her own merit because she’s largely unknown by the people. (Her newspaper shenanigans help her case but only in that specific area.) However, humanity’s strongest soldier has pretty much all the respect from everyone in this world. If he has her back and is standing proudly at her side, it probably helps her case immensely. (He believes her, he believes in her, this isn’t some kind of a sick joke.)

I want to remind everyone, too, that when the newspapers start telling “the truth” of humanity’s situation, it’s like a 50/50 split? Lots of people think it’s bullshit. That doesn’t help Hange. Like I said: she needs all the respect and the backup she can get. Literally every ounce.


IMO, Levi dropping the nickname “shitty-glasses” was the best thing that could have happened to the ship. I know people think it means they’re not “equals” anymore, but everyone’s focusing on the wrong thing, here.

Up to this point in the manga we’ve seen Levi treat Hange more or less equally, but even in his attempts to comfort her he’s rough. He calls her by a rude nickname that we’re never sure is supposed to be endearing or not. For all we know, he means it in the way a coworker might call the fat guy in the group “porkchop” or other kids might be mean to a classmate by calling them “four-eyes.” Speculation and headcanons aside, canon hasn’t ever really given us a clear idea of what that nickname meant to Levi, let alone to Hange. She lets him call her it, but that doesn’t tell us much. For all we ever knew, she was used to being treated poorly by her peers.

However, with this new information, it sounds much more like the nickname “shitty-glasses” was, coming from Levi, an awkwardly endearing nickname–one he meant no harm with.

And we see that because he drops it. He goes out of his way to consciously stop a habit of his that would seem disrespectful to other people regardless of what it originally meant between them. Levi respects Hange and this is how he shows it. That’s a big deal.

I’d also like to point out, again, that it’s very likely he does this out of more than just respect for his commanding officer. Levi is hardly one to follow conventions, after all.

Hange is his friend. He cares about her safety and we’ve seen this (beneath the chapel). We’ve also seen him clumsily care about the place she’s in mentally (post-Nick’s death). I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that he cares about her feelings, too. And if this nickname drudges up emotional backlash and trauma for her, then by dropping it he’s showing that he cares about her and respects her as his friend.

Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)

Paring: Lip x reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.

Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.

Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.

Words:1992

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles


lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.  

You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them. 

“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.

When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.

Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was. 

After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.

-

Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release. 

You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.

The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,

The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.

“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.

“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.

“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.

“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.

“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.

“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.

Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.

“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.

“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.

You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.

You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that. 

When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.

“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.

“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all. 

“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?

“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.

“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.

‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.

“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.

“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.

“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.

Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.

After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.

a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.

Leaning

so @aquaticnaho requested (AGES AGO, I am so sorry!!!!) emetophobic!Keith getting an awful space virus and being miserable, and helpful Lance swooping in to the rescue! I kinda ran with it and it got long, so I hope you can forgive me for letting this sit for so damn long! I hope you enjoy, and obvs, emeto warning! I myself am fairly emetophobic, and I based Keith’s reactions on my own, so I don’t think there’s anything TOO graphic in there, but proceed with caution!

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katherinem1996  asked:

Hi :] I followed you recently, and I'm glad I did. I like your Bucky cuddle drabbles, and I think you're really talented. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe do a headcannon for dating pre-serum Steve? Thanks 💜

Thank you, love! You’re too sweet <3 I hope you like this. (I don’t think headcanons are supposed to be nearly 2k but oops my hands slipped. Thanks to @sarahwroteathing for being an angel and always helping me with everything.)

Dating pre-serum Steve

Originally posted by freakzter

It started off a little weird. Steve’s been your best friend since you met him. But he was laughing really hard at something you said–so hard he had tears in his eyes. Something bubbled up in you, and you leaned in real close and stole a quick kiss from his plush lips.

He stops immediately. Well, that’s new. He’s looking at you with those deep blue eyes, waiting for an answer…but you don’t have one. It was an impulse. Why had you done that?

Steve licks his bottom lip subconsciously and scoots close to you, going slowly so you have a chance to tell him if you don’t want this. But you suddenly realize you do–you want him with every fibre of your being. His kiss is hesitant, still waiting for you to push him away. After the initial shock of the situation, you kiss him back more surely.

He shows you off all the time.

On your first date, Steve takes you dancing because that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? That’s what Bucky does with all the dames he takes out. Despite all the practicing he and Bucky do before your date, Steve is so self conscious. He doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you. But, you see him fumbling as he shoots you shy, nervous smiles when he misses a step. Your heart swells with affection for him as you decide to pretend to be equally hopeless. You trip over his foot a couple times, go for a spin when there clearly wasn’t a call for one. Steve loosens up as you both make up outrageous dance moves for the ones that can’t be done.

Originally posted by sov-ja

Bucky gets wind of it and refuses to go on a double date with this trainwreck of a couple until you get some dance lessons.

Bucky insists to teach you both himself in the boys’ apartment. He’s moved the furniture around to accommodate a dancefloor. You’re a pretty decent dancer, truth be told; but you keep up appearances for Steve’s sake. That, and it’s actually a lot more fun to botch dance moves with Bucky than you would have initially thought. The teasing was well worth hearing your man laugh until he couldn’t breathe. Literally. Poor baby agitated his Asthma more while laughing with you and Bucky than anything else.

Steve will realize one day that he’s still talking to you like you’re just his best friend Y/N. He gets a bit self conscious about it, and is determined to treat you more like a lady. You’re his girl, after all, and you should be treated like a queen. He stutters ‘more appropriate’ compliments out, blushing as soon as he sees the questioning look on your face. When you ask him what’s going on, he tells you that he’s trying to treat you like a girlfriend. You giggle, kissing his cheek and making him blush again. “You don’t have to worry about that, Stevie. I fell for you because you were my friend.”

Steve compliments you all the time. His goal is to make you blush at least once a day. Some days, though, it gets to be too much and you have to kiss him just to shut him up.

Just because Steve is you boyfriend now, doesn’t mean you don’t still hang out like you did before. You, Steve, and Bucky still go down to the creek and skip rocks together. You all still go to the railroad and have adventures in your abandoned railway car. Just because you and Steve steal kisses when you think Bucky isn’t looking, doesn’t change that the three of you are still best friends.

His notebooks are full of sketches and doodles of you, of your individual features. There’s a lot of your eyes, of your smile…conveying every emotion between the nose scrunch you do when he compliments you, to the little frown that pulls at your lips when Bucky says something unsavory (it doesn’t happen often, Bucky’s usually a gentleman around you), to the dreamy look you get in your eyes when you see a mother pushing her baby in a stroller.

One day, Steve is so caught up in watching you as you watch kids play at the park. “I’m gonna marry you.” He blurts it out with such sincerity, he blushes deeply. You just smile at him coyly. A sweet laugh falls from your lips and it makes Steve tumble further into the void. You spend the rest of the day proposing to Steve in crazy ways while he laughs, “Shaddup, Dollface.”

When he gets sick during the winter after his mom passes, you refuse to leave his side. He tells you that you’re gonna get sick, too, if you keep hanging around him; but, you don’t care. You and Bucky get scared for a couple of days. You both think it could be a possibility that this is the illness that will finally claim Steve’s life. But the little runt always proves you both wrong.

Steve’s such a sap about it. “I only made it because you stayed with me. I guess I have to marry you, now. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” You’re so relieved that you’re crying and laughing so hard you have to bury your face in his chest. When you finally calm down, you place a delicate kiss on his forehead and smile fondly at him. “You’re darn right you do, you chucklehead.”

Steve’s gotten into less fights being with you. You’re so in sync with him that you know what makes his blood boil. His righteousness has bled into your being, and you can’t help but mouth off to any bully that you two come across. Even when they continue with their wrongdoing, you refuse to back down until they stalk off with their tail between their legs. Steve always goes a little starry eyed when this happens.

When the war breaks out, you know Steve will want to enlist and it makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. You always hope and pray that he’ll get denied, and you’ll thank whatever deity was listening when he comes back with a sullen look on his face and rejection paper in his hand. You tell him that they don’t know what they’re missing out on. He launches into a speech about how he should be out there defending what’s his. He has so much patriotism, it moves you. You only feel a little guilty for being selfish and wanting to keep him home, safe.

When Bucky gets drafted, it’s hard on all of you. Steve tries to enlist again, and he comes home with the biggest grin on his face. Your stomach drops when you see the stamp of approval on his forms, but you smile and hug him because you know this is what he wants. When he lets you go, he looks at you seriously. “I know you’re scared, but they’re giving me a chance. I want to go out there and defend my country..defend my girl.” He brushes your hair away from your face. “And–and, well…” He stutters and fumbles to get something out of his pocket. “I want to know that you’ll still be here when I get back.” He holds a ring between his fingers, your breath leaves you completely. “So, Y/N, will you marry–?”

You don’t give him the opportunity to finish, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips as he slips the ring onto your finger.

When you take him to the train station, he kisses you longingly, knocking the breath out of you. Steve tells you he’ll write as soon as he can. The train starts moving, he almost misses it because he doesn’t want to leave you. As soon as he hops on, he yells, “I love you!” The goofy grin on his face makes you smile through your tears and you stay rooted on the spot until long after the train has left your sight.

Weeks pass and you don’t hear anything from Steve. No letters. No calls. You’re worried. Who wouldn’t be? That is, until you see the propaganda films of Captain America. He looks dreamy. So strong, so sure, so..familiar?

You’re in the middle of a theater when you realize that Captain America is Steve. Your fiancee, Steven Grant Rogers, is Captain America. You nearly pass out from the shock. You immediately go out and buy every paper that has news about Captain America in it.

It’s about four days after that when you finally get a call from him. He sounds so happy, so relieved to hear your voice before you go crazy. You ask him all kinds of questions, hardly waiting for a response before launching into another set of questions. “Doll! Doll!” he calls through the phone when he can hear you’re about to hyperventilate. “I’m okay. Let me tell you what happened.”

And he does. He tells you everything that’s happened since he left five months ago: the experimental procedure, traveling the country to sell bonds, Bucky’s capture, the very unauthorized rescue mission. He tells you that he’s part of a specialized group called the Howling Commandos. You listen, absolutely enraptured until he tells you that he has to go. He tells you he’ll call again soon.

Steve calls you weekly while he’s in the army. His calls become the highlight of your week.

You still collect newspapers with Captain America and the Howling Commandos news.

It’s late September 1945 when Steve and Bucky finally come home. You see Bucky first and launch into his arms, kissing his cheek, telling him how happy you are that he’s home. A throat clears beside you, and your jaw drops at the sight of your fiancee. Yes, you’d seen him in propagandas and newspaper articles, but seeing this new Steve in the flesh was something you’d have to get used to.

His smile is the same, though, and it melts your insides. You release Bucky and slowly make your way over to Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly into your embrace. His face is buried in your neck, strong arms wrapping around you and lifting you from the ground. You’re both so ecstatic that you’re crying. You’re pressing kisses wherever you can reach while he tells you how much he’s missed you, how he’s ready to marry you, start a family with you.

You two wind up going to the courthouse that day with Bucky as your witness and marry your best friend.

Jerome Valeska


A= Aftercare After Birth

In the hospital Jerome actually gets kinda nervous the first time you fall asleep after birth. When he sees you eyes close he immediately panics and feels your pulse. He also strokes your hair a lot, gives you head kisses, pet the top of both your hands, kisses your knuckles, strokes your cheeks, and kisses your nose a lot. He is in awe to see you be happy after birth. He’s even happier to see you and the baby together and smiling.

B= Baby

The baby looks just like Jerome. Like I mean exact. When you see them together for the first time its like Jerome is looking in a mirror. Its so cute, it gives you enough energy to take a picture on your phone. He also born with a head of red hair. Soft red hair, its so hard to keep the little hat on because its fun to touch and feel. When the hat goes on you just sit and stroke Jerome’s hair because it feels similar. 

C= Care Taking

When you bring the baby home Jerome mostly takes care of him. He literally is so good with your son in every single way. Jerome’s big smile makes the baby stop crying completely. When he changes the baby’s diaper he can do it well and very fast. Lastly, the baby loves when Jerome feeds him baby food because Jerome tries it first and spits it out. Then he swears and washes it out of his mouth. The baby laughs and Jerome sticks the food in his little mouth. 

D= Delivery

On the day of the delivery Jerome acts crazier than he ever has around you. He laughs at everything, he tells the doctors how they are “fucking stupid cogs”, he takes tools off the tray and throw them into the wall, lastly he almost killed one of the nurses who kept telling you to breath. It made him mad because your were breathing hard and this lady wouldn’t shut up. When you went into delivery Jerome got serious and whispered things into your ear and gave you kisses until the pain was over.

E= Emergencies

During the pregnancy there weren’t many emergencies. The only major one was when you started feeling horrible pains in your stomach. You woke Jerome up and he kissed your stomach, paced around the room, and sweared his head off. Afterward he held you really close and talked to the baby about calming down. Then he calmed you down. 

F= First Time Seeing the Baby

When Jerome first saw the baby he laughed like it was a joke. Until the baby was in his arms, then a single tear fell from his face. He fell in love with the kid. Never feeling any family love (mom, dad, sibling, etc.) he realized how much he really wanted a family. When you first saw the baby it was an instant connection like a usual mother. Although you were quite nervous about how Jerome felt. 

G= Gender (s)

Its a little boy (the first kid anyhow).

H= Hair Color

Red and Orange just like his papa

I= Illness

You don’t get sick as much as usual pregnant women. You mostly only get sick when you eat sour food. But, surprisingly enough the blood Jerome brings around the house. And trust me he gets it everywhere. Even on you, when he comes home he will sometimes forget about what he did. So, when you wake up its everywhere on your clothes.

J= Jumping

Jerome makes you jump more when your pregnant unless your on stairs. He likes to scare you because your more vulnerable and emotional when your pregnant. If it makes you cry he’ll apologize and hold you (if you let him). Towards the end of the pregnancy he stops scaring you because he’s afraid the baby may just come out.

K= Keeping the Baby?

There actually was a conversation about it. Jerome actually wanted to keep the child. He said it was because he “wanted a legacy”. But, in reality he wanted a family to love. You wanted the baby but, Jerome’s killing people worried you. That Karma might come for Jerome. At the end of the night you both kept the baby.

L= Love

There is always love to go around your little family. For an example. When you first brought the baby home Jerome actually got scared that the baby would die because of something little. So, around 2:00 AM in the morning Jerome went into the babies room and brought him into your bedroom. When he came in you were awake because you knew Jerome got up. he brought the baby over to the bed and laid down. There Jerome laid the small baby boy on his chest and you both talked to him and touched him. 

M= Movement

When you were pregnant the baby moved around all the time. Jerome put his head on your stomach a lot, put his hands on your stomach, and kissed your stomach. When Jerome wasn’t around you talked to the baby about him. Like the stuff he did or the stuff he did in he circus. 

N= Name

Jack Taylor Valeska

O= On Time

The baby actually came a bit early. The due date was August 21st but ended out being August 16th. 

P= Pain

There was actually more pain in before he was born. At home you would have some random pain more. The pains at the hospital were more expected. The ones before at home were not. 

Q= Questions

You didn’t really have any. Your mother mostly taught you about everything. He asked himself one question more than the rest.This question was “Will the baby love me?” And of course the baby loves him

R= Resting

Jerome constantly makes you rest before and after you give birth. If he sees you do anything with too much standing or movement he goes “nope”. Then he carries you to the couch or bed. He makes you stay there for the rest of the day/night. 

S= Singing to the Baby

Jerome sing the big top song to the baby before and after he’s born.You sing any song that comes into your head. When you do that you try not to say the swear words.

T= Talking to the Baby

Jerome is the more constant one. He feels like the baby really wants to hear his voice constantly. You usually tell him that the baby loves his voice and loves him. Which makes him talk even more. You love to pet his hair when he talks to the baby. Even if its  not always sweet.

U= Underneath the Man/Womans Heart

Underneath Jerome’s wonderful ego he wants a family to love him. He also wants to love a family for once. He wants a family that he won’t resent and want to kill. He just wants to be truly happy with the people that he really love.

V= Vision as in Supervision

Jerome probably watches over both of you a lot. He doesn’t want the only things he loves to be destroyed. That would literally make him kill all of Gotham City. He tries to make the three of you stay close when he comes home. You send him pictures of the both of you constantly to reassure him that your okay. 

W= When the Baby is Born

Both of you end up completely in love with barely any problems at first. Jerome feels an amazing sensation with the three of you together. It makes him overjoyed. His heart feels every emotion and touch.

X= Xray or Ultrasound

You didn’t really go to regular appointments. Although you did have one ultrasound picture. It was from when you first figured out you were pregnant. That’s how you told Jerome. You folded the picture and put it in his old police hat. Then you walked into the room and put it on his head. You then started making breakfast. Eventually Jerome figured out and started laughing insanely. Eventually you told him it wasn’t a joke. He told you that he knew but, he was just really really happy. 

Y= Yawning

The first time the baby yawned Jerome was holding him. You were all three falling asleep in you and Jerome’s bed. He was stroking the babies back and he yawned quietly and then snuggled his head into Jerome’s big hand. 

Z= ZZZ

Usually the baby falls fast asleep quickly. He stays asleep almost all night. Which worries Jerome a lot because your mom told stories about you crying at night. So, Jerome usually goes into the babies room and feels his pulse. Once he knows the baby is okay Jerome crawls back into bed with you.

Originally posted by ifuckingcreep

To Die For || Sirius Black x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Hi! Could you pretty please do a young Sirius black imagine where the reader has been friends with the marauders since first year and he thinks he likes some new girl (as he does a new one every week) and everything but then he wins a long time bet with the reader and makes her snog severus. Only when he actually sees her flirting with him does he realize he actually loves her. Thank youuuu.]]

yayyyy, my first ever imagine for young!sirius black (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ I’m a little nervous about how this is going to turn out, but I’m determined to make this work!!

lmao and I just finished writing a peter parker requested imagine too hhhh I must be a sucker for pain (/ω\)

tags: @betty234

{{request status: got any remus/sirius imagines for me? Send them in right here!!}}

warnings: none, except for a slightly possessive sirius black.

word count: 2,000+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story! Reblogs are fine!!

{…}

“For Merlin’s sake, you say that for just about any girl who is unlucky enough to capture your fancy!”

You (much to the self proclaimed Marauder’s delight) were having yet another argument with the playboy and heartthrob himself who went by the name of Sirius Black. While they were in the midst of eating, all three boys kept on looking over at you and Sirius.

Whereas your face was filled with an uncontained annoyance and fury, Sirius’ expression retained its natural and aloof expression, only letting out a tiny smile whenever your voice was raised an octave or two.

“But I’m being serious now [Name], Melinda is truly the one for me. Not only that, but her legs are to die for.” You roll your eyes at his daring (and sexual) words, not believing them one bit. “Again, you have practically said that with all of the girls that have attended Hogwarts thus far.”

You had been friends with the group of boys who made up the Marauder’s since first year, sharing all of your classes together with them when you ended up being sorted into Gryffindor as well. Seeing each of them as like a brother to you, you often liked to scold them for their mischievous behavior (not so much with Remus, since he seemed to be the only one with a lick of sense in the group).

You weren’t sure how you managed to stay close to these boys throughout the years, your friendship with each and every one of them lasting until well into your fifth year at Hogwarts. Despite how much they were a pain in your arse, you couldn’t deny that each and every one of them had a special place in your heart (even, you admit with a begrudging respect, Sirius Black himself).

“Come on, [Name], let Sirius have some fun. And why not believe him for once?” James was laughing while taking bites of his Yorkshire pudding, “I meang, ifs he shays dat he lurves her, dan her lurves her!”

You grimace and throw your napkin at James, “Swallow your food before you talk, Potter. Your table manners are atrocious.”

Your words causes a chuckle to go through Peter, “Wow, I didn’t think we would have a second mum when we got accepted into Hogwarts!”

Sirius lets out his own bellowing laugh, completely agreeing with the mouse-like boy, “Indeed! This is why [Name] can never catch a bloke for herself!”

Sirius’ offhanded comment makes you turn red with anger, making Remus slowly speak up when he responds, “Guys, knock it off. You all know that [Name] is just looking out for us.”

Despite Remus’ kind words, you were beyond pissed when you stood and pointed an accusing finger at Sirius, “Yeah? Well at least I know that when a man does fall for me, then I’d be able to keep him for more than a week!”

Sirius follows your lead and stands with you, “Is that a challenge I hear, love?”

“Don’t call me love and lump me in with the rest of the girls you’ve snogged.” You snarled at Sirius, feeling the anger coursing through your veins as the emotion changed your skin into a flushed color. “Take it however you want to take it, as long as you know that I’m right in the end.”

A smirk paints his handsome features when he places a hand beneath his chin, appearing deep in thought when he tells you, “Alright then, love, challenge accepted.”

Several whistles were heard coming from James and Peter while Remus just gave both you and Sirius a look of concern, “Sirius, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

You hold out a hand to Remus, “It’s okay Rem, I can handle whatever this arse throws at me.”

You watch as the smirk widens on Sirius’ face before he proudly declares, “If I can’t keep Melinda by my side for a full month, then you win and I have to do your every bidding for two months.”

You lift your eyebrows in question, already liking the prospect of this bet, “And if I end up losing by some slim chance?

Sirius flashes you one of his famous shit eating grin before answering you, “You have to go up to Severus Snape and snog him.”

You freeze at the thought of kissing the infamous Slytherin, feeling your back stiffen when you turn around and look at the table where Severus sat with Lily Evans.

Lily was talking animatedly about something as Severus merely nods at her, still picking at his mashed potatoes as James groaned at the sight of him, “I feel sorry for you, [Name]. Snape is so greasy, and- ugh! That fool has no right to be in the presence of Lily like that!”

“Shut up Potter, no one wants to hear about your pathetic crush on her.” You grit your teeth and look at Sirius, feeling your annoyance strengthen at the look of pure amusement in his grey eyes.

“Fine, it’s a deal. I accept this bet, but only because I know I’ll win!” You take Sirius’ hand and give it a shake, “After all, you’re not one to be the monogamous type, Black.”

His smirk simply widens at your proclamation, “We’ll see about that, love.”

{…}

You felt sick to your stomach at what was to come.

For the following weeks that made up the bet, you saw Melinda Evers falling deeper and deeper in love with Sirius. Throughout the Gryffindor halls, you would catch Sirius and the girl together, exchanging quick kisses while holding hands, seeming to be in a whole different world of their own when they were together.

How lovey-dovey they appeared was absolutely sickening to you-

And it was achingly clear that you lost the bet.

There relationship had lasted the entire month, which was what brought you to the Dining Hall as you searched for Severus Snape. While you were walking around the area, you could feel all of the Marauder’s eyes on your back, knowing that they were whispering triumphantly amongst one another.

“I can’t believe [Name] is going to do this!”

“I feel bad for her, but at the same time, this is pretty hilarious.”

You only heard James and Peter’s voice, wincing as their laughter seemed to get louder when you spotted Severus with Lily on the far end of the dining area.

Wiping the sweat from the palm of your hands, you clear your throat and shakily call out, “U-Uhm, Severus?”

Your voice catches the attention of Lily and Severus Snape, and upon seeing you reaching their table, Lily’s green eyes begin to flash with uncertainty, “[Name], what brings you here?”

You nervously twirl at the ends of your hair, “N-No reason at a-all. I-I was just w-wondering if I c-could have a minute alone with S-Severus?”

Lily’s reaction was automatic when she hangs on to his arm, “I don’t think you should-“

“It’s fine, Lily. I’ll be okay. Let her say whatever she needs to say and be done with it.” Severus interrupts her, making the redhead gaze at him with a look of concern, “W-well, if you’re okay with it…”

“I am.”

Taking his answer as all the confirmation she needed, Lily gives you a nod before gathering her books. Only when she leaves was when you were brave enough to sit down on the seat next to him. “Uhm, hello, s-so-“

“Did Potter put you up for this?” You felt your stomach twist with guilt as you shamefully looked away from him. “I…I-I’m sorry. It was just something…something they wanted me to do because I lost this stupid game…”

“And pray tell what they wanted now?” Severus faces you with his nostrils flared in absolute anger, “Did they know that I would never hit a girl? Is that why they sent you to me, just so that you could freely torture me and get away with it?!”

You shake your head and place a gentle hand on his cheek, earning a wince from him. Seeing his features clearly now, you realize that Severus could have the potential to be incredibly handsome if he knew how to properly take care of himself.

His hair was oily as it fell beneath his chin, further hindering his sharp appearance as his pale skin were dotted with various amounts of acne and acne scars. Your hands linger a bit on his damp cheek before sliding down to his lips, “Forgive me, Severus. Just let me do this one thing, as an apology and a wish for you to finally have some form of happiness in your life.”

Without another word, you close your eyes and lean in closer to him.

{…}

The Marauders had been keeping an eye on [Name] during her whole interaction with Snape, with Peter and James being the most vocal about it.

Remus could sense that something was amiss with Sirius when [Name] began touching Severus’s face. Being the only one who knew the truth behind Sirius’ bet with [Name], Remus gives his friend a nervous nudge, “Sirius, you have to stop [Name]. If you don’t want to lose her, you’ve got to act now and tell her the truth.”

Even though Remus had warned him, Sirius was much too prideful to stop himself from making that stupid bet with [Name]. All the girls he had dated and snogged had all been a ruse; all he wanted was to get that damn girl to finally look at him and see him as someone that was worthy of her love.

He just wanted to make her jealous; he didn’t think she would despise his lame attempts at making her jealous and take the words of his bet to heart.

So when Sirius saw the young girl he’s been pining for since first year lean even closer to Severus, he ignores his group of friends and begins striding toward her.

He’d be damned if he let Snape take away the girl who held his heart.

{…}

“You- what do you think you’re doing?!”

Your lips had just barely touched Severus when you were suddenly ripped away from him. With your head spinning, you were aware of how your back was suddenly pressed against a broad chest, making you look up in response. Finally seeing the person who held you, you gasp, realizing that Sirius was glaring down at Severus, “Sorry, looks like you’re out of luck. Find some other girl to snog, this princess is mine.”

“H-HEY! SINCE WHEN WAS I YOUR PRINCESS?! AND PUT ME DOWN!” Both boys ignore your outburst, and you heard Severus scoff before picking up his own books, “Fine. Take that wretched wench out of my sights and back to the hellhole that she came from.”

“OI, APOLOGIZE TO [NAME] THIS INSTANT!” You stop Sirius from lunging at Severus, keeping a hand on his chest when you shoved him away from the table, “Leave him alone! This is all your fault to begin with!”

You purposely block Sirius each time he wanted to grab Severus, giving him no choice but to admit defeat when he slumps over in defeat. Only when the young Slytherin disappears from your sight do you finally step away from Sirius. “Why do you have to be such an arse?”

“And why do you have to be so goddamn oblivious?” Sirius pulls you to his chest, making you look deeply into his eyes for a brief second before he pulls you with him. “Come with me.”

“Y-You jerk! Let go of me! Where’s Melinda??? I swear if you don’t- ah!” When Sirius breaks out into a run, you stopped your complaints as you tried to keep up with him without falling over.

Sirius Black, what the ever loving FUCK?!

{…}

When he reaches the Gryffindor’s commons area, the young man had stopped so suddenly that [Name] ended up landing on his back. He feels her added weight and smiles down at her, “Feeling comfortable?”

She glares at him (making him fall for her fiery personality even more) before pushing her body off of his back, “Don’t get so cocky, it was because you stopped so suddenly! Now tell me, what happened between you and Melinda?”

He shrugs before admitting, “She’s just a friend. I made her act like we were lovers for the duration of the month. In return for her doing this for me, I would set her up with Lucius Malfoy.”

Sirius swore that he would never get tired of the angry blush that always painted [Name’s] skin whenever she was particularly frustrated with him. “Are you kidding me?! Then that means-“

Unable to control himself, Sirius pulls the girl even closer to him, capturing her unsuspecting lips in a sweet kiss. He hears her involuntarily moan against him, the sound making him smile when he pulls away from her, “I was afraid that you were never going to catch on, so I had to do something in order to get you to see me as someone that wasn’t just a brother to you.”

[Name’s] eyes seemed to have a hazy (yet dreamlike) quality to them, making Sirius want to kiss her even more when he softly admits, “I adore how you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, that’s why I want you to belong to no one else but me. So what do you say?”

She closes her eyes as a wide smile paints her features. Stepping closer to him, [Name] wraps her arms around his back before placing a kiss against his chest, “You do know that this goes both ways, right? I’ll be yours, only under the condition that I be the only woman in your life from this point on.”

Sirius chuckles and frames her face with his hands, leaning in to kiss her forehead before reassuring her, “But of course. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, for your love is to die for.”

[end]

Originally posted by nellaey

Done Chapter 3: Hush in the Room

Alright chapter 3 and once again more shout outs. Thanks to its-moonie-chan for all of their help in the last chapter and for being so amazing and supportive of my writing. Now onto the fic.

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Chapter 1/Prologue / Chapter 2


In the castle, most people wake up for breakfast around 7 in the morning. However, unless they all wanted to eat the food goo again, which had quickly become their least favourite non-toxic food in the universe, it meant you could find Hunk in the kitchens cooking up something new for them to eat a little earlier.

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Can’t Fight This Feeling

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are in a secret relationship. They don’t want to publicise their relationship in fear of their friends reactions and questions. But what happens when someone can’t fight their feelings anymore? 

[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. this is a bit wordy but made up for it in fluffy goodness. this story is part of the poetry series, this time based on ‘you’ by land leav.]

warnings: none

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‘There are people I will never know

And their lives will still ensue;

Those that could have loved me so

And I’ll never wonder who…’

The sound of the New York traffic was heard from below, (Y/N) turned over on her stomach still reading the book in her hand. She flipped the page once and looked at the time, 2:53 am. Like clockwork her door opened and Steve popped his head in, he gave her a smile and closed the door softly.

 “Hey you,” she greeted as she sat up, placing her book on the nightstand.

He didn’t respond to her, all he did was walk faster to her bed and plopped himself on it being careful as to not hit her. Steve grabbed her, and wrapped his hands around her waist, he leant down and gave her a soft kiss.

 (Y/N) laughed against his lips, Steve pulled back and gave her a large smile. “I missed you,” he said, pecking her lips again.

“You saw me a couple of hours ago.”

“Yeah,” he pouted. “But I couldn’t do this.” He pulled her in for a kiss again, this time more longer and more passionate.

After kissing Steve, (Y/N) leant back on her bed, pulling the blankets up. “I hate this,” she started. “I don’t like it when I can’t be with you.”

Steve smirked at her, “Who knew that the great (Y/N) who said that she will never be cliched, become a cliche?”

She smacked him half-heartedly, “Shut it, Rogers.”

Steve wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, and he too leaned back. “I know what you’re saying. I miss you too. I don’t like Peter’s friend looking at you.”

She laughed, “He’s 16. He’s a kid, Steve.”

He pouted, “Still.” Steve looked over to (Y/N), who was now moving closer to him. “Why don’t we tell them?”

“Because we both know that we’re going to be questioned by multiple people, they’re going to question what I’m doing to you, which I might add is mean.”  She pointed a finger at him and harrumphed.

“Well, you do have a track record,” he teased.

“A track record that indefinitely stopped when I started taking a fancy to you,” she pointed out. “It’s just, they’re not ready and I don’t want to put our relationship to our friends that we practically see everyday, who aren’t ready.”

Steve nodded, agreeing with her. “Hopefully they’ll be ready soon.”

“Our group has Tony Stark, that’s practically a never to being ready.” 


Steve watched as the clock changed its numbers from 3:40, to 3:41. He looked over to the woman who was snuggled next to him, she grasped the blanket tighter, leaving him to basically nothing. If anyone told him that he’d be sharing a bed with (Y/N), being in a relationship with him six months ago he would have laughed and kindly asked the person if they needed to be checked.

Their relationship was rocky at best. Their personalities differed way too much in order for them to be friends. They had conflicting views. She was reckless, she was snobbish, she was everything he thought he hated. But as he got to know her, the little moments that they shared when they were doing a mission together, or the late night talks, he realised that they more alike than he thought.

Steve pulled (Y/N) closer to him. At this moment, he knew that she was the person that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 


 “I don’t get how you managed to break your arm, and then get sick,” Tony complained as he passed a cup of coffee to Steve. 

The other man shrugged, “Maybe I’m getting old like you.”

Tony flipped him off, “But I’ve had these reservations for months.” He complained.

“Tony, I’d rather not get the elitist of the elite sick.”

“Who’s getting who sick?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jane walked into the kitchen. Both women holding various notebooks with post-its sticking out.

“Capsicle is icksicle and he can’t come to the dinner.”

“Disgusting Rogers,” (Y/N) scrunched her nose. When she was certain that Jane and Tony weren’t looking she gave him a wink, watching as a smile light up on his face 

“I guess that you have to stay here then,” Tony sighed. “Will you be okay on your own?”

Steve thought for a moment, “I guess.” Steve discreetly looked at (Y/N), trying to get her to remember their plan. He coughed for extra effect, catching Tony, Jane’s and (Y/N)’s attention. They all looked at him disgustedly -Jane being nicer than the other two.

“No, I think that someone has to look after you,” Tony mused. “I can probably try and get Vision and Wanda to stay, they didn’t seem too keen to go anyway.”

“NO!” Steve yelled out, he quickly placed a hand on his mouth, then he coughed again. “No,” he said softly this time. “It’s good to get those two out of the house.”

 Tony narrowed his eyes and pouted. “I think I can get Fury to stay.” He fished out his phone and Steve looked at (Y/N). He gave her a warning look.

 She rolled her eyes, “Tony, if there’s anyone that needs a night out and have fancy drinks, it’s our fearless leader.” (Y/N) grabbed his phone and started deleting his text.

 “Well then princess, if you have a better idea then feel free to say it.”

 “I can stay,” she spoke nonchalantly, shrugging after.

 Tony once again narrowed his eyes, “You hate Steve. Is this some kind of plan?”

 “Me? Planning? Scheming? I’m outraged that you would think that.” She flicked his arm and Tony flicked her with his fingers in return. “I’ve already been there and it wasn’t my cup of tea, also I hate half of the people that usually go there.”

 “(Y/N), they’re your friends.”

 “Friends that I hate,” she spoke, smiling. “Look, I’ll look after Rogers, and I swear on my fortunes and my clothes that I will not lay a hand on him.” (Y/N) raised her arms in surrender and looked at her best friend who still had a dubious look on his face. “Come on, Tony. Who else would you get? Nat and Clint want to go, Thor and Jane want to go, everyone wants to go!”

 “I mean, I don’t really want to go,” Jane started. “I have this thing that I have to finish for my work.”

 “See,” Tony clicked his fingers towards Jane, a bright look on his face. “Jane will stay! And so will Thor!”

 Jane gave him a meek smile, “I don’t really trust Thor in fancy places, I mean he did smash half of the plates at a drive-in one time.”

 “Great!” Tony spoke out, a bright and happy tone lacing his voice. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N), oblivious to the glare that she was giving him. “Now, let’s get ready.” (Y/N) sent a helpless look to a now dumbfounded Steve.


(Y/N) huffed and folded her arms across her chest, she leaned back into her seat and watched as Tony make another joke with the waiter.

 “Okay, what’s wrong? This is your usual forte, so why aren’t you your normal self?” Sam whispered to her.

 She looked at her friend, “I’m just knackered Sam, and I particularly don’t want to be here.”

 “Is it because of a certain super soldier?”

 (Y/N) sat up straighter in her seat, fearing that her facial expression would throw away something. She took a deep breath and looked at Sam with an arched brow, “Yes Sam. I’m totally down in the dumps right now because I secretly love Steve and wisht that I was with him right at this moment.”

 Sam looked at (Y/N) who had an indifferent look on her face, he sat back into his seat and grinned. “I never said you loved him.”

 “You’re going to be the death of me Wilson.”

 “Don’t die, Steve would never forgive me.” Sam joked. She knew that he was joking but the way he said it made her feel things inside that she’s never felt before.

The night went on and all (Y/N) did was groan mentally, wishing that she was back at the compound watching some stupid Netflix show that Steve became obsessed about, rather than being at one of New York’s best restaurants. She started tapping on the table, then drumming watching as her friends attention turned to her, knowing she wouldn’t stop anytime soon they focused back on their attention.

She watched as Pepper clasped her hand over Tony’s, she watched as her best friend gave the woman he loved a smile so big that it looked idiotic. She couldn’t even make fun of Tony because she knew how he felt. (Y/N) turned her attention to Clint and Nat who were quietly whispering in each other’s ears, no doubt talking about other people, or Nat comforting Clint.  Feeling a sudden rush of multiple emotions, she stood up, her chair scraping gathering everyone’s attention. She threw her napkin on the table.

 “I have to go.”

 “Wait, (Y/N), where are you going?” She heard Tony asked.

 (Y/N) turned around, “I have to get back to the compound. I have to get back to my boyfriend.”

 “I KNEW IT!” Sam yelled as he too stood up and pointed a finger at (Y/N).

 “What?” Tony asked.

 “Steve and I have been in a relationship and we’ve been postponing telling you guys because we knew, well I knew, that you were going to be immature about. But seeing you guys here, it’s making me miss him and I realised that I don’t care if you’re immature about it, I just care about him being with me.” She finished, she took in all of her friends faces. Half of them were confused, and the other half was just amused.

 “Oh my god, you love him!” Tony yelled as well. (Y/N) looked around at the restaurant, everyone was now staring at their table including the waiters. Most of the patrons having glare etched on their faces.

 (Y/N) just shrugged and waved goodbye to her friends, she hailed a taxi as soon as she was outside. She gave them the address, and waited as the taxi driver took what seemed to be the longest route to the compound.


‘Of all the things to come and go,

There is no one else like you.’

 (Y/N) gave him the money as they reached the compound, tipping him an extra amount for dealing with her incessant chattering and fidgeting. As she rushed up the stairs to greet Steve, (Y/N) realised that she just probably blurted out the biggest secret she’s ever had to her best friends without thinking of the consequences. Not only that, she also made a huge spectacle in one of New York’s finest restaurants. The overwhelming feeling came over her, this wasn’t her. This wasn’t what she did.

 (Y/N) thought everything through, no words came out of her mouth without going over it three times in her head. What the hell was Steve doing to her? As she opened the door, she was met with Thor laughing and Jane shaking her head.

 “Thor, that’s not how you play it!”

 She looked around for Steve, as soon as she saw him coming into the room she ran over and engulfed him in a hug. Both Jane and Thor stopped what they were doing and looked at the spectacle in front of them.

 “Uhh, (Y/N)?”

 (Y/N) pulled back and looked at Steve. “I may or may not have told our friends that we were dating, and I may or may have not done it in front of the restaurant.”

 “Wait, what?”

 “I love you Steve Rogers, and when I was sitting there by myself watching Pepper and Tony, Clint and Nat together, made me realise that I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Or what anyone else questions. I want you with me, beside me, always. I want to be able to turn to you when I make a stupid joke, or hold your hand in public.” She rambled, not realising that she was gesturing wildly with her hands until she hit Steve accidentally in the face. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

 (Y/N) cradled his face, and softly rubbed where she hit him. Steve grasped her hand, and pulled it down gently. “You love me?” He asked with a grin.  

 Panic set in her eyes and she looked around everywhere but him. “I really hope that you do because otherwise I would look really stupid saying I love you to you.”

 “What?”

 Steve shrugged, “I mean how can I not love you. You practically told everyone we knew that you love me, told New York that you love me, came up running to hug me.”

 “I did not run,” (Y/N) scoffed.

 Steve laughed as he pulled her closer, pecking her lips he embraced her as tight as he could. They were brought out of their moment as they heard clapping from Thor.

 “This is great news! Lady (Y/N) and Captain are together!” Jane tried to quieten him down as she gave them both a thumbs up and an apologetic look.

 “How did telling them go anyway?” Steve asked as he looked at her.

 “ROGERS! YOU’RE DEFILING MY PRACTICALLY BABY SISTER?”

 She looked sheepishly at Steve, “To be fair, Tony seemed to accept it when we were at the restaurant.”

 “ROGERS!” That particular yell was accompanied with a ‘Tony, shut up,’ courtesy of Pepper. “I DON’T CARE PEPPER, HE’S DOING MY BEST FRIEND!” 

 ‘The things I never think about -

And the only thing I do.’

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 10

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Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 4

Things were definitely beginning to change inside her body. She could feel it, even as she watched the changes. Her belly was beginning to really grow now, no longer appearing as if she’d eaten too much. Some mornings she would steal Jamie’s phone before he woke and flip through the photos he had of her belly. There were only a few of them, since they’d found out late, but he kept them in their own folder in his phone.

That was one of the best things about this situation. No matter how she was feeling, how many times she’d thrown up, or how many evenings she fell asleep halfway through her meal, he was happy. He was overjoyed to watch her grow.

She wasn’t getting as sick this month, though it still happened. Jamie was so good about making sure whatever had triggered her sickness didn’t make it onto the grocery list for that week.

He came home, several bags of groceries in his hands and a small bundle of flowers.

“You’re going to spoil me, Jamie Fraser. If you’re not careful, I’ll start expecting flowers every month.”

With a wink and a kiss on her cheek, he went to set the bags down. As he put their groceries away, she set the roses up in the vase where the previous three had been.

“Four roses for four months,” he said, coming up behind her. “Because I love ye more than my own life and I thank ye for carrying my bairn.”

The following day, she went to work as she usually did, armed with a cool water bottle and several frozen washcloths to help keep her cool. She’d had an idea brewing in her mind, but she hadn’t figured out how to execute it yet.

Jamie had done so much for her, given up so many things for her, and steadfastly held true since before she had moved out and back (if she was honest with herself), and she wanted to figure out what she could do for him. He wasn’t a materialistic man, he didn’t need things. She wanted to do something else, take him somewhere closer to home, but still have it feel like a getaway.

There were quite a few options that they could afford that were nearby, but she hadn’t been able to make a concrete decision yet. As she finished her shift, she watched a young family wander through the gardens. The man and woman held hands as they walked, their eyes content as they looked at each other. Their little girl toddled around them, eager to explore everything around her. Both parents looked at their child with such tenderness and fondness that Claire felt tears pricking her eyes.

The whole drive home, the image of the young family played in her mind’s eye. When she walked in the door, she stared around the front room with her mouth open. She wasn’t a messy person by nature, but with her odd cravings at times, she ate food just about everywhere. Jamie never complained about it either, which was comforting. Frank had hated if she’d had a snack somewhere other than the kitchen table.

But the entire apartment, from what she could see, was spotless. The carpet was freshly vacuumed, she could still see the lines in it, and everything had been dusted. When she put her bag down and headed into the kitchen for the extra washcloth Jamie kept frozen for her, she noticed that he’d even mopped and wiped down the counter. The bathroom was also probably wiped down and scrubbed as well, if he’d gone to this much trouble.

He was moving about the kitchen as if some exciting tune was playing that only he could hear. As he did, he hummed something she didn’t recognize. Sometimes when he was in a really good mood, he’d hum or chant something he’d heard growing up in Scotland. Given the cadence she thought this thing he was humming might be along those lines.

A pot sat on the stove, Jamie stirring its contents. She thought she smelled chili powder, but wasn’t sure. He had a few other bowls sitting out on the counter filled with a few different things and she realized what he was making. Meatless taco salad. It was something he’d tried a few weeks back and she’d loved it. None of the things in it had made her sick or given her heartburn.

Watching him swaying to his own music, an overwhelming sense of fondness flooded her and she began weeping.

“Claire?” He turned suddenly, surprised to see her standing behind him and noticed the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Christ! Are ye alright lass?! The bairn?”

Unable to form words, she just stared at his blurry image and wept.

“Is it something in the kitchen bothering ye? I thought it was alright last time and ye liked it so much… If it’s too much I can make something else.”

“No! No don’t do that!” she said, suddenly finding the words. “It’s just… You’re such a good man, Jamie. I know you had training at work today and you still had the time to come home and clean our whole apartment and make dinner. I just… I’m just…”

When the words fled from her mind again, she reached for him and brought his lips down to hers. He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into her embrace and returned it.

“I love you too, mo chridhe,” he whispered when she let him go. “Are ye sure the bairn’s alright?”

“Yes,” she said, spreading her hand over the small swell. “We’re both alright. I was just a little emotional. These goddamned bloody hormones. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, laughing, and went back to them stove.

“Dinna apologize for that, Sassenach. It comes wi’ the territory of you being wi’ child.”

She smiled. “How long until dinner is ready?”

“Only a few more minutes. Just need to heat the beans and corn back up and throw it all together.”

The idea that had been forming in her mind came suddenly to life and she knew what she needed to do.

“Alright. I just have a few things I need to do on the computer.”

Before she turned away, he took two steps toward her and stole another kiss.

Sitting down at her desk, she opened up her laptop and began researching Lake Mead. It was about an hour from their apartment and would be a perfect thing for them to do. They could get away without really going anywhere and have some time just to themselves. She knew Jamie would love it.

Friday night, she snuggled up to him and began playing with the hairs on his chest.

“Have you any plans this weekend?”

“Ah… No, I dinna think so. Why?”

“What if we went to Lake Mead for the day tomorrow?”

Craning his neck, he looked down at her, brows raised.

“Oh? For the day? We dinna have a boat.”

“No, but we can rent one.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Aye, I’d like that verra much, Sassenach. Thank ye.”

“Well, this is sort of my way to say thank you actually. You’ve done so much for me since I told you I was pregnant. You’ve taken such good care of me, so I’ve got a whole day planned for us.”

“Have ye now? Been planning this for some time, then?”

She shrugged.

“Not really. It’s been brewing in my head for a while, but it only just fell into place.”

“I look forward to seeing what ye’ve planned for us, then.”

With a smile, she hugged him tightly and relaxed into sleep.

The following morning, she packed a few things into a large bag and they drove out to Lake Mead. They picked up their rental boat and Jamie set out to find a spot of beach just for them. It was hot, but being out on the lake was more fun than she’d expected. She stayed under the awning with him while he drove the boat around.

He looked good out here, dressed only in his swim trunks as he’d shed his shirt as soon as they’d gotten on the boat. She wore the only swimsuit she owned, but had put his shirt on over it.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he said, staring out at the blue water.

“It really is. I was worried it might rain, but it looks like the sky has cleared up.”

“Aye. Thank ye, Sassenach. This is a verra nice thing to do.”

They ate lunch on the beach, laying out on the towels she’d brought with them. It was too hot to be too near each other, but they were comfortable this way.

“We canna make love on a public beach, can we?” he asked some time later.

Claire snorted.

“This corner might be secluded, but it’s not that secluded. See?” she nodded to someone flying by on a jet ski.

He sighed.

“Someday I want to take ye somewhere and make love to ye on a beach.”

“Why?”

“Dinna ken. Something I’ve never done and I suspect ye havena either. Always thought it would be verra romantic to do that.”

She smiled at him.

“You really are a romantic at heart, aren’t you?”

“Aye, maybe I am. Ye said ye had other plans for us today?”

“I do. We’ll need to head back soon so I can get started on our dinner.”

Nodding, he helped her up and gathered her into his arms for a very thorough kiss.

“Then let’s return the boat and head home.”

On the drive back, she dozed off a little. Jamie woke her when they got back to their apartment.

“Can I help ye wi’ the meal?”

“No, you can’t. Go and read or watch TV or something. It’s my turn to appreciate all that you’ve done for me.”

Pursing his lips, he grunted and went to the couch to read. She got to work on a full dinner for him. Pan-seared steaks, his favorite garlic mashed potatoes, and cheesy broccoli. The last time he’d had cheesy broccoli had been over a month before and it had ended with her vomiting in the bathroom. But she knew how much he’d loved it, so she made it for him.

When the meal was all done, she set the table and looked proudly at all she’d done.

“Christ Sassenach, this looks amazing!”

“I hope so. It’s all your favorites.”

“And the cheesy… Claire, ye dinna need to cook things ye canna eat.”

Shaking her head, she motioned to his seat and he took it.

“This is something you like, Jamie. I wanted to do this for you.”

“It isna fair for me to eat it and you to-”

“I made you these bloody cheesy broccoli to say thank you, damn it! Will you not just eat them?!”

He blinked and looked down sheepishly.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Sassenach. I appreciate that ye made them for me.”

“Good. Now eat up. I have one last thing planned for tonight.”

After they finished, Jamie insisted that she leave the dishes for him to take care of the next day. Reluctantly, she agreed.

“So what are we to do next? Dessert, perhaps?”

The glint in his eye made her giggle a little.

“Maybe later. How are your shoulders?”

He moved them stiffly, as if his shirt didn’t fit him quite right.

“Still sore. But no’ so bad as they were a few days ago. Ye’ve a good touch.”

“Lie down on the bed. Take off your shirt and trousers.”

As he did, she caught the wince he tried to hide. No matter what he did, all of the tension and soreness from his work ended up in his broad shoulders. He lay down on their bed arms folded beneath the pillow she’d moved for him.

“I’m glad we did this today,” she said, running her hands up his back.

He shivered a little, gooseflesh rippling over him

“Aye, me too. It’s always good to get away wi’ you. Helps to get away from the city and the strip. Sometimes I think…”

Squeezing the bottle of oil, which she’d gotten specifically with this in mind, onto his back, she began to work it into his muscles.

“Think what?”

“You’ll think I’m daft.”

“I live with you. I already know you’re daft.”

One blue eye opened a crack to glare at her. She smiled at it and started digging her fingers into his tense back.

“Weel now I’m no’ gonna tell you.”

“Please? I like to hear what you’re thinking.”

A knot in his lower back gave way and he let out a deep sigh.

“Weel… Sometimes I find myself thinking that if the whole world fell away, I would be alright. Because I have you.”

Again, she felt tears in her eyes.

“Oh Jamie, that’s very sweet. I couldn’t think you daft for that.”

“Thank ye, Sassenach.”

Working slowly, she released the knots in his lower back and middle back before reaching his shoulders. His breathing was slow and even, but he wasn’t asleep. She climbed onto the bed and held herself above him to get a better angle.

Putting as much pressure into her hands as she could, she compelled the knots to release. Closing her eyes, she imagined the muscle held beneath his skin. She thought of how they should look, how they should feel, how they should move. Kneading and pressing in the places her hands told her, she continued until she felt the tightness give. Jamie let out a mighty gasp, his body flinching beneath her.

“Oh… Claire that…”

“Did it work?”

“Aye, lass. It worked verra well. I dinna think my shoulders have felt this good in weeks.”

With a pleased smile, she got off the bed.

“Good! That was the whole point of doing this, after all.”

Jamie rolled onto his back, staring up at her. His eyes drooped, but they glittered with desire and mischief.

“Though, now that ye have me thinkin’…”

Claire snorted, already opening the bottle of oil again.

“What? Are you going to tell me your cock has a certain stiffness as well?”

He smirked at her and shook his head.

“It doesna yet. But I think other bits of me could use yer touch.”

As she looked his body over, she thought it would be most enjoyable to start from the bottom and work her way up, skipping sensitive areas. With the majority of his body now covered in oil, she felt her own desire stirring. How could someone be so perfectly formed? In the waning light of the room he looked like a sculpture of a Greek god, in the living flesh.

Her eyes darted down to his crotch and she smiled. Living flesh indeed. Flesh that she needed to feel. Hands back on his chest, she made the mistake of looking up to meet his eyes.

She was drawn to him by some invisible force. He made no move for her and said nothing. Yet he compelled her to bring herself closer. Was it the eyes? Perhaps. But it was also more than that, as if his soul was calling to hers and it was calling back.

Before she even realized how close to him she was, her mouth found his. Both of his arms came around her waist then and pulled her up onto the bed. Feeling his body beneath hers shortened her breath.

At some point, he’d begun to pull her jeans off. Forcing herself to get off him for a moment, she stood and finished what he’d started. Jamie was not one for remaining idle, though. Hopping to his own feet, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

His skin was smooth to her hands, oiled as it was. She couldn’t help but smile when his hands found her buttocks, squeezing them excitedly. Then he pushed her panties off before removing his boxers.

“I must have ye now, Claire,” he said, voice strained with his desire.

“Then have me,” she answered.

He brought her back into his arms and began to tug at her shirt. She shied away from him, pulling it back down. His brow furrowed at her, eyes narrowing in question.

“Just leave it.”

“And no’ see your beautiful body in all it’s naked glory? I think not, Sassenach. Off wi’ it.”

Reaching for it again, he had her stomach exposed before she started to pull it back down. For a moment, she thought about insisting, but that would lead to questions. Instead, she lifted her arms so he could take the last bit of covering from her.

He laid her down on their bed, pausing briefly to kiss her stomach. Then he moved back up to kiss her lips.

“Thank ye, Claire, for all you’ve done today. Taking me out for a day on the lake, cooking me a verra fine dinner, even wi’ things ye couldna eat. And then ye tend my body? I’ve never kent a woman like you.”

“I don’t think there’s ever been a woman quite like me before,” she sighed before stroking his face. “Or a man quite like you.”

“I’m glad I found ye.”

She opened her mouth to say something back, but was cut off by his sudden thrust. Whatever she’d done to help relieve the tension in his back and shoulders had clearly made him feel better. He moved with a frenzy she hadn’t felt in some time, like he was making love to her for the first time.

Her legs couldn’t lock around him, constantly slipping off his body from the oil as much as his vigor. She let her head fall back onto the pillow. His lips visited her neck, biting gently. Her back arched off the bed in response, hands clawing at his back uselessly as they slipped and slid against his skin. Lifting her head up, she bit his neck in kind, spurring him to rear up and continue his merciless attack on her body, hands exploring every piece of her as she did the same.

Overwhelmed by the animalistic feelings aroused in him, he pushed on, growling into Claire’s ear, “Ye’re mine, mo nighean donn. Now and forever, yer mine.”

He gripped her hips to hold her body in position while he continued on. The end was coming nearer, her body preparing for that release it needed desperately. Taking a grip on his hair, she pulled him back down to her and bit his shoulder hard to mute her scream. Then he too cried out, his own body bucking against hers.

They lay together for several minutes, neither able to move after the climax faded. Jamie gave her a very sweet kiss before rolling onto his side. She curled up in his arms, observing the bright red mark she’d left him.

“Sorry about that one,” she said quietly, poking it.

He hissed a little.

“Dinna fash. Was worth a little pain to hear ye squeak like that.”

With a contented sigh, she pressed her ear to his chest and let his steady heartbeat sing her to sleep.

###

The following night, Jamie was nudged awake by his wife. Grunting, he forced his eyes open.

“Are ye alright?” he mumbled. “The bairn?”

“We’re alright. Would you mind… Maybe going and getting us some hot wings?”

“Are ye daft? I dinna even ken what the time is.”

With a heavy sigh, he looked at the clock on her bedside table.

2:31 AM

“Wings? Ye want hot wings? Now?”

She smiled sheepishly.

“Pregnancy cravings?”

“If ye start craving pickles wi’ yer ice cream, I’m moving out,” he said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “But if it’s hot wings ye need, it’s hot wings ye’ll get.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“Anything for you.”

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he tried to ignore the clock inside his car. He drove around for nearly half an hour until he found a place that was open and sold hot wings. As he pulled up to the window, his phone buzzed.

Hello darling. Could you maybe pick up some cheesy chips too? Thank you!

The speaker squacked and a woman yawned.

“What can I get you?”

“I’d like an order of hot wings and cheesy chips, please. Thank ye.”

“One order of hot wings and one order of nachos. That’ll be-”

“No, miss. I’m sorry. I mean cheese fries.”

“Hot wings, nachos, and cheese fries. That’ll be…”

Jamie rolled his eyes. He was too tired to argue with the woman at three in the morning.

He tripped several times as he went up the stairs to their apartment, but he kept the food from dropping. She was in bed, wiggling like an excited puppy. Her nose flared when he walked in.

“Did you get nachos too?”

“I forgot to say cheesy fries rather than cheesy chips, so she thought I meant nachos. But I got you proper chips too.”

Laying out a napkin on the bed, she pulled the things out of the bag and began shoveling them into her open mouth, still wiggling happily.

“Why did it take you so long?” she asked, licking hot sauce from her fingers.

“It isna easy to find a place that sells hot wings at three in the morning.”

When she smiled at him, he sighed and wiped the sauce from her chin.

“You’re a good husband.”

His heart leapt, hearing her say that, though he chose to keep that feeling to himself. Instead, he stole a cheesy and slightly spicy kiss from her.

“Here,” she said, setting the nachos out. “Share with me.”

“I wouldna dream of taking a pregnant woman’s late night cravings,” he said with a chuckle.

“Well this pregnant woman is sharing them with you. You went out at three in the morning to get them for me.”

With a nod, he gave in and split the nachos with her. They weren’t bad, he thought. When she finished, he gathered up the wrappings and took them to the kitchen trash.

Despite how tired he was now, the look of satisfaction on her face was worth it. He slid back into bed beside her and held her close. Her breath smelled like all the things she’d just eaten, but he didn’t mind.

###

After she showered in the morning, she went out to breakfast. Jamie beamed at her and kissed her cheek.

“Morning, Sassenach. Sleep well?”

“Very. Thank you for going out last night.”

“Dinna fash. Glad I got ye what ye needed. Oh! And it’s Monday. Ready for yer weekly photo?”

She was a little surprised he wanted to take it right now. It was usually something he did after he got home in the evenings.

“Oh, um… Sure, I guess.”

Going to the same spot she always stood in, she tentatively lifted her shirt to expose her growing belly. It felt heavier somehow, like a lead weight had settled in her stomach.

“Look at ye! Finally looking verra pregnant. Christ, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”

Verra pregnant.

Those words echoed through her mind all through her classes that day and through her short shift at the gardens. She’d known that she would get bigger, of course, she wasn’t stupid. But she wasn’t sure she liked how she was starting to look now.

She was nursing a mug of tea when Jamie came home.

“Sorry I’m home late,” he said, locking the door behind him.

“It’s alright. I just had some leftovers for dinner.”

“Are ye alright?”

She finished the tea and nodded.

“Yes, we’re both doing just fine.”

As she reached to put her mug in the sink, Jamie made a move to feel her stomach. It was something he’d done regularly since finding out about the baby. But with her newfound discomfort, she shied away from him, backing into the wall.

A hurt expression moved over his face before he stepped back. Unable to meet his eyes, she maneuvered around him to her desk to attempt studying while he ate his own leftovers for dinner. When they went to bed that night, she chose to wear a long night dress. It felt a little old fashioned, but the cut of it hid the new shapes of her body.

Jamie observed her new sleeping outfit with lifted brows, but he didn’t say anything. He only gathered her into his arms and held her as they went to sleep. She let him rest his hands on the bump, the deep-seated awful feeling she had at pulling away from him before tugging at her heart. She knew the coming days and months would bring more changes. All she could hope, for now, was that she’d grow to accept and embrace them.

Bar Time Blues - Dean x Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) has had a pretty crappy past with birthdays, what about this time around?

Warnings: Alcohol… lots of it, angst, language

Word Count: 1320

A/N This is for @splendidcas  ‘s birthday fic challenge, so my prompt was “You believe me, right?” and I like how it turned out. 

Note to Shannon: I’d like to say happy birthday to you lovely person, and also, you know how badly I wanted this to end in angst? It was perfect, but no, it has a fluff fluff end. :)

Another year older, another shitty birthday. That’s how the saying goes right? No? Oh, well it should. At least for you anyways, for the past three years, the so-called ‘special day’ had been nothing but bad luck. Your best friends were always gone on a stupid hunt, promising they would be back to celebrate, but shocker, they never were.

They left you to sit in the bunker by yourself every damn time, and you were sick of it frankly. Always being stood up and having to spend the day sitting on your bed watching movies on your laptop. Then the night you went out to the closest bar to drink away the loneliness and maybe hook up with whoever you saw that night.

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2doc request... something fluffy? I always just see 2doc fanfics as "hot man sex wow hot hothot murdoc has no emotion hot man sex" I'd love to see Murodc actually caring about 2D and being there for him. :) <3<3<3

Ooooh my god this took me way longer than it should have and I apologize for that, but I hope this story is to your liking. Since the request doesn’t have a specific scenario in it, I used one I’ve been considering for a while and I thought would be cute. Hope you enjoy!

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spit fire - chapter seventeen

but i will if i need to cause for real, girl, i need you

“A little. Not really.” He changes his answer quickly but then moves on. “What are you doing with Shawn?”

“What?” Once again, Noa is caught off guard.

“I saw you with him tonight. What the fuck is that about?”

Noa begins a slow pace down the hallway as she hears the words leave his mouth, anger flowing through her. “Where do you get off asking me about who I chose to spend my time with?”

Harry scoffs and gives a tiny chuckle. “Shawn is a dickhead.”

“You’re one to talk.” Noa copies his cocky tone, trying to hide just how mad he manages to make her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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Patience Ch. 1

Also posted on ao3

Pairing: Som.va

Words: ~ 1,479

Rating: Mature

Summary: 

Every time Sombra tries to get more intimate with Hana, Hana gets nervous and backs out. She certaainly doesn’t want Hana to do anything she’s not comfortable with, but is getting more and more worried that her girlfriend’s hesitation might have something to do with herself.

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Hana is demisexual, Sombra is supportive and patient.


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Liam Dunbar Imagine- You Still Love Him, Don't You?

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Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “You still love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

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oh also since this was asked a couple times.. chapter 4 will be starting after i finish the mini comic! i’m currently done with 1.5/10 pages of that.. so i’m unsure when EXACTLY but yea

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anonymous asked:

According to that article, Harry and his band started to record and then he decided they need to be free from distractions and went to Jamaica. What a lovely place to write and record while still having fun getting drunk and partying (he made a point to mention it). But it wasn't compulsory that he recorded in Jamaica. This is when Louis and his family was facing a really hard time. It's just hard for me to justify that if they were as supportive of each other as fandom makes them out to be.

Anon, meet your name Anon Friend who also messaged about that post:

Thank you! The Jamaica thing drives me crazy. Hearing about those fun rom-con marathons and drunken nights of swimming in dresses frustrates me so much given that Joannah was in the hospital terminally ill at the time. Louis adored his mom and i can’t imagine the stress of that situation, the secrecy, maintaining stunts, his family. Why the hell aren’t people more concerned with Harry being in the UK to support Louis? Why?

Anons, let’s talk.

First off, I want to state I am not talking about the actual Harry and Louis. I am not making assumptions about how often Louis was in the UK with Harry, whether or not Louis needed a break or a vacation from handling Jay’s illness, or how often Louis was in Jamaica with Harry. I am not making assumptions or guesses or head canons about what the real!Harry and real!Louis did.

Second, this topic really hits close to home right now for me. I have a family member who has been in the hospital for 70 days straight as of today. My brother and I are the only ones around to take care of him. He’s going to be fine, eventually (probably and mostly), but we were told to start considering end of life decisions when he was still unconscious. It’s been a very bumpy, long road.

I am not in Louis’ situation. I understand that. I am not trying to say I understand what he went through–hell no. What I am saying is that I have needed my spouse. Beyond that, I have needed my friends in grad school–people I have only met in the last few months have let me cry on their shoulders (literally). I have had friends help me keep up with assignments and readings. I have needed grace from colleagues. I have had needed fandom friends to help distract me. I have needed my brother. And yes, sometimes I have needed to ignore it all, to avoid the hospital, to negotiate visits with my brother so we can spread them out and take some breaks, live our lives, go laugh at a movie.

What pisses me off is that there are people in this fandom trying to line up dates Harry and Louis weren’t seen as “proof” Louis was in Jamaica. I have seen multiple posts and head canons and analysis of the word “we,” all of them trying to prove that Louis spent a ton of time in Jamaica “supporting” Harry.

And maybe Louis did. Maybe he needed that. There is no judgement here, because anyone knows that people need a break from the hospital, from the draining day-to-day of it. Hell, maybe Jay was still well enough then that Louis didn’t necessarily need Harry’s in-country support. Or maybe Louis had fallen into a routine. I have no idea, and I don’t even rally care. I’m not judging where Louis or Harry actually were.

What I am judging is this fandom and the fact that I haven’t seen people trying to prove that Harry was lying about being in Jamaica. I haven’t seen people trying to prove that Harry was in the UK supporting Louis during any of that time.

I would love for someone to tell me why the fuck it’s a sexy head canon that Louis “supported” Harry in Jamaica, but there is no sexy head canon about Harry supporting Louis while Jay was sick?

Is it because we talk about sex on the beach, but not sitting in silence behind a curtain, listening to someone’s lungs rise and fall with the help of a tube shoved down their throat? Is it because getting drunk and high and writing fake-deep lyrics is a better way to spend a late night than dreading a phone call and wondering if you’re going to need your partner to drive you to the hospital in the middle of the night in an emergency?

I often say I don’t know anything and I try not to make declarative statements, but fuck that right now. Let’s be clear: If there was someone in that couple who needed “support” while Harry was–we are supposed to believe–getting drunk in drag with a whole support crew of people in Jamaica, it was not Harry.

And the fact that the fandom created and reblogged posts implying otherwise is massively fucked up.

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who is pete wentz writing songs about?

mikey way. okay, here we go.

so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have “i cant remember just how to forget the way we danced”. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.

then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded “me and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males… sort of… maybe… umm… next!”. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jackets….

on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: “Amazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.” on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with “hot and miserable but totally back in love”. on july 15 he posted “Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I’m over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don’t care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believers”. on july 17 he posted “wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you”. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.

during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspicious…. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his face….

there are also fan reports of them being seen together. “ at my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken together ”. and “during Fall Out Boy’s set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, “This song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!” Mikey smiled and nodded, and during “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” he mouthed along to all the words.”

pete also posted at one point “i wish you were my bass, not just my friend”. on august 19 he posted “ Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal”.

on september 4, pete posted “on the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: it’s strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/’meandyouunderneaththehoneymoon’. “go back to what it meant back then”: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but i’m guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but that’s okay. we’re gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, you’re gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my drift…. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.” (Note… baby BOY)

after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: “you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know they’re not happy either.” and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying he’d “found new love”

the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted “im so sorry, but not really. (‘straighten up and die right’) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.” then the next day, on the 8th, he posted “the fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. ”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. ”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….” i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.”

then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of like…) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know”

also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be with…. 


so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.