best day of childhood

Ninette Week Day 3: Childhood/Pre-series

Best friends forever.

Ninette being bros is actually one of the best things. Have they been classmates forever? Probably. Does Marinette help Nino with song lyrics? Most likely. Does Nino keep Marinette entertained with good movies and stories while she’s designing? Almost certainly.

It’s all just good and soft and warm with friendship and love.

Check out Ninette Week here!

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Alex Hirsch's words at the "Animation Game Changers" panel, CTN Expo 2016
  • <p> <b>Hirsch:</b> [...] I mean, it's so amazing to be at this panel right now, cause it's like: "Oh, let's interview the giants [Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust], and now let's interview the ants standing on their shoulders [himself and Rebecca Sugar]". Like, the reason I knew at school that making a show was something you could do was because when I was in high school I was watching shows like Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Fairly Odd Parents, Invader Zim, whatever-- name it... and all of these were people who, you know, not that long ago had also been students, who then pitched something and who made it. So they had cut with a machette, you know, the path through the jungle, and it was there.<p/><b></b> And the weird thing to me when I was at college was that nobody-- most of the people I was friends with, they didn't care. I was like "guys, there's a path, through this dark jungle, to running your own show!" and they were like [funny voice] "yeah, but I wanna design a prop for Pixar."<p/><b></b> [laughter]<p/><b></b> And like, they didn't think of it as something cool, as if...<p/><b>Tony Bancroft:</b> 'cuz it was easier, is that why?<p/><b>Hirsch:</b> I mean, it still-- there's a bit of that persp-- I think people think that Feature[ film]s are prestigious and that TV is, I mean, you know. Just look at... Moana's got the main room and it's, like-- you guys could be there, listening to some guy say like: "Uhh yeah, here's an anecdote about the Rock. I met him. He's nice." WHO CARES?! [motions towards Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken and Lauren Faust] These people shaped Animation History!<p/></p>

Marks and Rec: Misc #380

(Captain Brofist, he’s our hero! :D I picked out the planeteers from the characters in Legend of the Brofist. Seemed appropriate, haha.) (Dialogue from Captain Planet.)

Before It’s Too Late (part 10)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I remember back in 5th grade I got an A+ on a paper I wrote about how fun it was to collect rocks lmao.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve spat at his childhood best friend.

It had been three days since you had confessed your love for Bucky and he was now telling Sam and Steve about it.

“Right? I mean how could she do that to me? How could she put me in such a situation where-”

“No, Bucky,” Steve cut him off. “How stupid are you? I mean honestly, Buck, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to blame Y/N for – well, for having feelings for you.”

Bucky scoffed. “Steve, it’s fucked up.”

“How so?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Sam agrees as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s fucked up because I have a girlfriend-”

“Yeah we know that already.” Sam spat.

Bucky shot his friend a mean look before continuing. “-and she knows that. Now I’m in an awkward position.”

“Awkward position?” Steve repeats and the long haired brunette nods.

“Yeah. She’s in love with me but I’m in a relationship. Awkward position. I don’t know what to do.”

Sam scoffs. “Here’s a suggestion; get your head out of your ass and accept the fact that you feel the same towards Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”


“You know, you don’t have to listen to what I’m saying.” Bucky huffed.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Sam stood up from the couch. “It’s bullshit anyways.”

The blonde and brunette watched as Sam walked over to the door with intentions to leave but was stopped when he opened the door to a fuming Natasha. Sam opened his mouth to greet the red head but was cut off by her pushing him out of the way.

She stormed over to Bucky, standing in front of him as he sat on the couch.

“Hey Nat, What’s u-”

He was cut off when her hand made contact with his cheek. Hard. The brunette cups his cheek, mouth gaped and he looked up at the red head in bewilderment.

“What the fuck did you do to Y/N?!” she shouts, becoming angrier just by looking at Bucky.

“W-What do you mean? I-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Barnes! She’s been locked up in her room for three fucking days. She hasn’t been going to her classes, I don’t even know if she’s been eating or staying hydrated!” she exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s me who’s done something? For all you know it could be someone else!” Bucky replied.

“Because, you inconsiderate piece of dog shit, Wanda and I went into her room at check up on her and when we asked what was wrong the only thing she said was your name before she started crying so I ask again; what the fuck did you do to Y/N.” it wasn’t a question. It was more of ‘tell me or else I’ll murder you’. He didn’t have a choice.

Bucky gulped. “I… well I… it’s kind of-”

“He rejected Y/N.” Sam says for him. “But that’s not all. It wasn’t just a ‘oh I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way, I have a girlfriend’ he made her feel like shit. He yelled at her for having feelings for him, made her cry and didn’t bother to stop until, of course Kristen came.”

Bucky looked at Natasha whose eyes were shooting daggers into him. He genuinely feared for his life, even more so when she lunged at him but was pulled back by Steve.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she shouted as she struggled to get free. “I can’t fucking believe you, Bucky! She tells you how she feels about you and then you pull some bullshit like this!”

“Woah, woah, woah, how about we talk about the fact that you all knew she was in love with me yet none of you guys even bothered to tell me?!” he looked around at his friends.

“Because it wasn’t for us to tell! It was how she felt, not how we felt! She had to be the one to tell you!” the red head replied.

“Well why the hell did she wait five fucking years?!” Bucky yelled as he stood up. “Why’d she wait till I was in a relationship?!”

“Because she was scared!” Natasha gave up and let Steve hold her back. She let out a huff and fixed her hair that had landed in her face. “I told her to tell you how she felt before it was too late. It was eating her up, Bucky. I couldn’t stand there and watch my best friend slowly get her heart broken but seeing her like this, right now at this moment,” she shakes her head. “it breaks my heart. You’ve completely broken her, Bucky.”

She breaks free from Steve’s grasp and walks over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, she shakes her head again. “A simple ‘I don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry’ would have sufficed.”

And she was gone.

It was quiet. Sam and Steve watched Bucky who was looking down at the floor, walking around the living room.

“Buck.” Steve said softly.

Bucky reached out and grabbed a vase that they had bought for decoration and smashed it on the floor, startling both Steve and Sam.

“God damnit!” he yelled. “God fucking d-” he stopped mid-sentence to knock over the little coffee table, kicking it until it was ruined.

“Bucky, calm down.” Steve says, walking over to his friend who swung around.

“Look what I did, Steve. Look. I ruined Y/N – I ruined my relationship with her! Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole who can’t admit the god damn truth!”

“What do you mean you can’t admit the truth? What truth?” he questioned.

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, as if you guys didn’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I like Y/N.”

“Wait,” Sam jumps over the couch to join Steve and Bucky. “So you’re telling me that you rejected Y/N, yelled at her for having feelings for you but you feel the same way towards her?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s stupid, I know but throughout the years of knowing her I learned what her type was. Every time she would say someone was cute, they would fit right into her type of guys that she likes. Even past guys she’s liked all into the type of guys she likes.”

“What type of guys does she like?” Steve pressed on.

“She likes preppy, high-classed guys. Guys who gel their hair and keep it nice, guys who probably go golfing and wear polos. That’s the kind of guy she likes and do you think I fall under that? Hell no. I’m nowhere close to that so why even try?” he plops down on the couch and rubs his face with his hands. “When I kissed her on New Year’s it was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. I’d kiss her over and over again if I could. I thought she liked it, hell, I did but afterwards she said nothing. Just stared at me. The car ride home, nothing. Not even a goodnight when we went to sleep. She laid on the opposite side of her bed just to get away from me.

“I tried getting over her. All those girls I’ve went on dates with never even compared to Y/N but I knew I had to get over her. That’s when I met Kristen and she was pretty cool. I like her. But that’s it.” Bucky sighed and looked up at Sam and Steve. “That day in the hallway, when she told me she was in love with me, it was all I’ve ever wanted to hear. But it irritated me because why wait so damn long? Why wait until I’m getting over her to tell me how she felt? I get it, she was scared, I understand that but just… why?”

There was a pause before he sighed. “For a split second I thought Vis told her that I was in love with her and she was just saying all of that, just playing with my emotions which was why I acted so mean.”

“Wait, Vis knew?” Steve questioned and Bucky nodded. “How the hell did he know but I didn’t?”

“It’s not something I was broadcasting to the world, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “Vis came over to hang out but I was finishing up my art project and he found my sketch book – well he didn’t find it, it was just laying on my bed – anyways he looked through my sketch book and I have… a lot of drawings of Y/N and some other sappy things. I guess it’s like my diary except I don’t express my feelings through words, I express them through drawings.”

Sam and Steve nod before Bucky continued.

“I wanted to throw myself into Y/N’s arms, to hold her and kiss her but I couldn’t. Especially when Kristen came. I had forgotten she was coming over.” The brunette sighs. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Big time, my friend.” Sam pats his shoulder.

“What should I do? I have to talk to her. I have to make things right, to tell her that-that I feel the same way. She needs to know-”

“Slow your roll, Bucky.” Steve says. “Give her some time. And don’t forget that you need to talk to Kristen first. She deserves to know what’s happening… also you don’t want to go over to Y/N’s right now, I’m sure Natasha’s still pissed and Wanda will definitely be pissed. You won’t make it out alive.”

Bucky sits back on the couch and sighs. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go talk to Kristen tomorrow.”

It had now been day five since you confessed your love for Bucky and today was your first time back in class. The day had went by smoothly and you were in your last class of the day which just so happened to be your creative writing class. The class had ended and you took your time packing up. When you looked around, everyone had left and it was now just you and your professor.

You walked over to her desk and she greeted you with a warm smile. “What can I do for you miss Y/L/N?”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about my last paper. Y’know, the one where we had to write about the time we felt the most pain in our lives?” you say and your professor nods.

“Ah, yes. It wasn’t your best work.” She frowned.

“I know which was why I came to ask you if there was a possibility that I could rewrite it. I know it’s a long shot but I know I could do so much better.”

Your professor thinks it over before nodding. “I’ll let you rewrite it but only because I know you can do better. Your writing is amazing. That and I let a few other students rewrite theirs.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.” She responds. “Turn it in by Friday.”

With a nod and another thank you, you leave the classroom and make your way to your car.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you looked around for Bucky’s car. You didn’t want to bump into him. You hadn’t seen him for 5 days, he had been ignoring you but it was probably for the better. You wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with him without crying.

You make it into your apartment without running into anyone and see Natasha and Wanda sitting on the couch. They turn their heads to you and you flash them a smile, although it wasn’t a big one.

“Hey guys.” You greet. “What’re you guys doing home?”

“I don’t have softball practice today.” Wanda says.

“Yeah and I just have nothing to do.” Nat shrugged.

“You’re not hanging out with Bruce today?” you questioned, locking up the door.

“Nah, he’s out with Tony and Steve.” She responds. You nod your head slowly all while Natasha and Wanda watched you like and eagle watching its prey.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks.

“Uh… good – better than yesterday so we’re getting somewhere.” you smile.

“That’s good.” She nods.

The three of you stare at each other before you clear your throat. “Well I’m gonna go in my room now.”

“No, stay out here and watch a movie with us!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nods her head in agreement.

“Maybe later. I have to rewrite something for my creative writing class. It won’t take long, I promise.” You say.

“Okay. We’ll let you pick the movie.” Natasha replies.

You nod and disappear into your room. You throw your bag onto your bed before sitting down on your chair and sighing. The last time you sat in this chair was when you were writing for your last paper and Bucky was sitting on your bed just-

“No.” you say. “I’m not going to think about him.”

You turn around and get your notebook and pen out of your bag before setting them on your desk. You take one look at your blank piece paper before starting to write.

What is pain? Pain is that heart-wrenching feeling you get. You know, the one where your heart physically clenches and you feel like you can’t breathe.

I didn’t know what real pain felt like until now. I just thought pain was the feeling you got when you fell and scraped your knee or - in my case - when you fall off your roof and your thigh gets impaled by a shard of glass.

That’s what I thought pain was.

I never thought about the pain you get when you tell the person that you’ve been in love with for five years that you’re in love with them only for them to not feel the same way. It hurts.

Now I know I could give you the short version and be done with this quickly but I’d rather not.

This is about the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. This is about my first heartbreak.

It all started years ago with my best friend James….



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Hello! Could you please do some RFA + Saeran imagines with MC taking them to the skating rink on Valentine’s day? Thank you, love your imagines a lot^^ @chen-meilin


  • It was really an impromptu idea to go ice skating
  • Yoosung and you were walking around with hot drinks in hand (from your cafe date) when you both saw that the skating rink was open
  • It was only early afternoon, so why not? There was a lot of time to kill before dinner
  • Yoosung paid for both entering fees (so gentlemanly!) 
  • You both got laced up and ready to go!
  • Luckily both you and Yoosung knew how to skate decently and it was really cute even though you acted like every other couple in the rink
  • He held your hand and pulled you along with him, just enjoying talking and spending time with you
  • Leans down to kiss your nose a lot because “It looked cold!”
  • If you got separated from him at any point and see you from a distance, he’d hold his arms wide open for you to skate into, resulting in a big hug!!
  • Skating was a lot of fun!
  • In fact, by the time you both left it was sundown
  • “We should go skating next weekend, MC!”


  • She’d love to go ice skating for Valentine’s!
  • The only problem is that she’s a little worried because the last time she’s skated was as a child
  • But right when she hopped onto the ice, it was like she never stopped
  • Baehee’s got this
  • She’s having so much fun doing spins and twirling with you, her smiles and laughter is so contagious
  • Luckily for the both of you, there was a cafe in the arena so she definitely stopped there for a break
  • There was a couple’s deal for coffee too! Buy the Valentine’s themed drink with your partner and get them both half off!
  • The coffee was a rich chocolaty flavor and the swoosh of warmth in your stomachs was so refreshing
  • After the coffee break you and Jaehee skated together for another hour or so before leaving
  • “I almost forgot how fun ice skating was! We should go again sometime.”


  • He’s down for Valentine’s ice skating
  • He actually learned it sometime in the last year for a role where the character he played was an ice skater so Zen was still pretty passionate about ice skating
  • The producers had professionals teach him how to skate so he was really good at it
  • Zen will totally make the whole date as romantic as possible, holding your hand constantly and kissing said hand
  • “Babe, are you cold? Here take my jacket!”
  • Lowkey showing off his skills to you by trying to teach you some of tricks he’s learned
  • This sweetheart will also make sure you don’t get hurt
  • Accidentally slipped? Not happening babe, he’s gonna catch you
  • So happy when the couple’s skate starts and sings to you softly while skating with you around the giant heart they illuminated in the middle of the rink
  • When you get really tired, it’s time to head home
  • But right when you reach the outside, he pulls you in for a deep kiss
  • “I had a fun night tonight, I love you.”


  • “Ice skating for Valentine’s Day?”
  • “Yeah!! It’ll be really fun, Jumin!”
  • You bet he rented out the entire rink much to other’s couple’s dismay for Valentine’s Day
  • While you knew how to skate, Jumin did not
  • He insisted on having a trainer come out and teach him but you happily said that you could teach him
  • Jumin liked that idea more because you were so sweet and patient with him
  • Your hands were always securing his balance unless he was trying to skate a short distance
  • It took a little while, but he could keep up with you now!
  • Relaxing romantic music played in the arena while you and Jumin idly skated about while talking
  • He actually found ice skating quite fun with you, maybe he should try this more often
  • “Thank you, MC. I would have never gotten to experience this if not for you.”


  • The local lake froze over and dammit Saeyoung wanted to get his fill on the childhood he never got
  • So he dragged you there on Valentine’s day at midnight, where there would be no people around
  • Admittedly, it was a little creepy being in an empty park but thankfully they kept the lights on around the lake in case that wackos like Saeyoung come at midnight
  • He had his skates on in a flash and got frustrated when you took too long, so he did them quickly for you
  • Right when you were ready, he ran onto the ice
  • This guy is such a big show off, he’s doing jumps and twirls with a huge smile on his face
  • “AM I I LIKE THE GUYS FROM YURI ON ICE YET, MC??” he yells over to you
  • He’s so goofy, chasing you around the lake and trying to tackle you
  • You’re so happy to see that he’s having a good time, it’s worth the cold and tiredness
  • Around 3am was when he deemed too tired to continue
  • He skated up behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder
  • “Thanks for letting me fill in my missing childhood, MC. This was the best Valentine’s Day so far.”


  • “What’s Valentine’s Day got to do with ice skating?”
  • He wasn’t so fond with being in a crowded rink so you took him to a lake deep in the woods where nobody really went
  • It was serene and beautiful surrounding
  • You laced up your skates and Saeran’s as well since he didn’t really know how
  • He didn’t really know how to skate either since he never got the opportunity to
  • You carefully guided him around, but he was still having a lot of trouble
  • It took a good portion of your time there to teach him how to skate on your own, but he admitted that he kind of liked you constantly holding him
  • So even when he learned, you still held on to him
  • When he got tired, it was time for a break! You packed hot chocolates in the thermos and boy did they warm you up
  • “Thank you for taking me here, MC…Happy Valentine’s Day? That’s what I’m supposed to say, right?”

anonymous asked:

Can you do headcanons for dating Jason and not being a power ranger?

He’s so precious omg. Can I have him???

Originally posted by bertihelena

•He honestly never wanted you to figure it out

     -It’s too dangerous: there’s a reason all the comic book superheroes say the same thing 

•When he eventually accepted that he couldn’t be without you, he bought you pepper spray 

     -”Seriously? Pepper spray? This… won’t actually help me against your villains?” “Come on (Y/N)! There’s no way it won’t slow them down at least! Just like.. spray the shit out of them please?” 

•He always makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible 

    -Luckily there isn’t a need for the power rangers every day

•This boy is the best at planning dates. Like your childhood dreams? All. came. true.

   -Perfect promposals, picnics in the park, binge watching movie series, he’s down for it all 

•He’s a major Transformers nerd (I mean come on! He apologized to a camero)

     -You buy him an autobot sticker for his car 

      -He keeps it in his pocket, and the one time he morphs in front of you he legitimately sticks it on his forehead with a huge grin before his armor covers him up 

•You and him take his little sister to kids movies because you both need an excuse to go watch them  

      -His little sister loves you though

•You are always sooo worried when you see the rangers on the news, because that’s Jason, that’s your Jason, and your friends  

     -Of course you’re proud, because your boyfriend and friends are freaking superheroes, but you can’t help but wince anytime they get hurt 

•Jason always sneaks into your house so you can patch him up after fights: like in Amazing Spider-Man. 

    -You swear he comes through your window just for show because JASON LEE SCOTT IS AN ADORABLE NERD

•You have a simple necklace with a red pendant and the first time he sees it he just grins and kisses you 

•He has nightmares, probably a sideaffect of having to save the world so often

     -But when this happens he just calls you, he doesn’t even really need you to talk, he just wants to hear your voice 

•The first time he tells you he loves you is totally random 

      -The two of you were just watching TV, you were laughing at a joke and he just smiled, shook his head and said "God I love you”

     -And he didn’t even really realize he said it until you said it back 

     -The TV show was soon forgotten as you just made out on the couch after that

•His friends adore you! 

     -Like you hang out with the team all the time and you are basically family 

•One time when Angel Grove was under one of its many attacks, you nearly got hurt

      -he saved you, of course. But he refused to let you go afterwards and vowed he would never let you get hurt 

•He couldn’t imagine life without you, your smile, your laugh, or the way you pull your eyebrows together when you in deep thought

the signs as hazy summer concepts

aries: when you’re running on a hot day and feel the sun radiating and absorbing into your skin

taurus: laying out in tall grass with your partner, looking at them while their hair shines and skin glows

gemini: walking around town on a bright day with your best friend, your favorite drink in your hand, sharing childhood stories each other and having a laugh

cancer: cuddling with your partner on the couch while seeing sun beaming in through the windows all around the house

leo: laying on your beach towel absorbing the sun while softly hearing children’s laughter and splashes of water

virgo: walking in the country side with your partner, picking wild flowers for each other along the gravel road and holding hands

libra: dancing outside at night with your partner around the bonfire, fireflies surrounding you and the fire crackling

scorpio: sitting in air conditioning, covered in a blanket, in a dark room, when the sun is setting and there’s a thunderstorm outside

sagittarius: walking with friends, when it’s dark and laughing, feeling, hearing nature all around you

capricorn: sitting passenger seat in the car, taking a nap and feeling the warmth from the sun while leaving to go to the cities

aquarius: feeling high all alone with no worries, feeling dreamy and dancing with relaxing music

pisces: swimming deep into dark water, feeling it getting colder compared to the warmth from the sun on that day


blakkats as Mai

fyeahpolarshipping as Joey


I was tagged by @kais-daddy to do a selfie tag!!! Thank you sooo much >////< Love you!!! And since today is Children’s day I decided to post my and Tao’s childhood picture :3

I tag @sosuke-of-secondearth @sakura-gucci-panda @taos-left-eyelid @milktaost @syondga @1oveyoon @jungkookies-babygirl @babypeachtaozii @erika12468 @exocausetearsandsmiles @saranghaeyeols @chogiwapark @7deer-ofthe-dawn7 @kurosentoki @swaggyt-a-o and anyone who wants to do this :3 You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to ^^


precious boys.

Spring Romance

Fic based on this prompt by @learisa : The 40s where the reader meets someone and they talk about getting married and Bucky says: “you can not marry him you are married to me since you were five ….we were by the river and you had your blue dress on we used rings made of straw and steve let me swear never take your ribbons from your bicycle.”

A/N It’s pre-war, 1940s Bucky and I’ve never written anything like this so I hope I do it justice! I did change the story a bit but this is the idea that came to me. Enjoy!

W/C 924

Bucky x Reader

gif not mine

You and Bucky grew up together as your moms were best friends so you were forced to spend time together. When Steve’s mom joined the group, it was only natural that Steve became one of your forced friends as well. You say “forced friends” but really, they were the best friends of your childhood but sometimes, being the only girl in the trio made things difficult. They wanted to play by the river and swing on the tires hung on the trees there and your mother forbade you from doing so. You were lucky as it was that she would even let you go to the river but Bucky always promised to take care of you - after all, he was already taking care of Steve - and his promises of “Please Mrs. Y/L/N, I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.” Something about the puppy dog eyes he’d give your mother worked and you never understood how but you never questioned it.

Originally posted by feueriosa

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Warren Worthington III x Reader

Flower Child

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “I absolutely love all your warren fics! I was hoping you could do a warren x reader where they’ve been best friends since childhood and one day warren just says ‘holy shit I’m in love with them’ moment but warren is scared because he doesn’t want to lose the reader’s friendship but the reader is in love with him too and feels the same way.” and “Um hi! I was wondering if you could write a request where the reader has a bad day and breaks down in front of Warren Worthington, and he comforts them and cuddles them and stuff until they calm down? Thank you so much both of your guys’ writing is amazing!”

Note: I, as previously stated several times, am a ho for soulmate au’s. Therefore, the following fic will be a soulmate fic, and will also probably end up much longer than I intended to write it. Also, let’s pretend you and Warren both live in the suburbs.

Warnings: Language

Seven days until your birthday. Seven days until your soulmate’s name would finally be etched onto your arm. Seven days. A week. God, you were scared. Terrified. And yes, you supposed his name could appear sooner, but it hadn’t yet, and unless his birthday occurred before yours, it wouldn’t happen.

You liked to imagine what he’d be like, but you always came up empty, or your thoughts wandered off to someone else. You shoved those images out of your head. No. Stop. You can’t keep dreaming of him, not when you know it’s not meant to be. It won’t be him.

There was a knock on your window. You turned around. Warren. A smile found your lips and you opened it up.

“Hey there,”

“Hey,” he crouched through the window. His large feathery wings were a tight fit. They always were. You chuckled, pulling him through. He stumbled forward, looking down at you. Warren was dressed in his all-black ensemble. It was hot.

When you and Warren went out in public, you got the weirdest looks. Not just because of his wings, but because he wore all black and leather jackets and Metallica shirts and you were completely the opposite. You were a flower child, left over from the seventies. A pastel fairy queen in a world full of neon. And Warren couldn’t get enough of it.

As for your powers, you controlled plants. Flowers bloomed at your touch and vines sprouted from seemingly nowhere. Because of it, your room looked more like a garden, what with vines and flower pots and small trees everywhere. It was a nice break, Warren decided. It was refreshing, his little oasis in a desert of pain.

“How are you holding up, flower child?” Warren took a seat on your bed. You sighed, managing a shrug.

“Not so well.”


“Terrified.” you nodded.


“You know why.” you held up your wrist before slumping onto your bed beside him. He looked at you with empathy, leaning back on his arms. His wings stretched up into the air. You smiled a little, captivated by their mesmerizing movement. Warren scooped you up in his muscular arms, pulling you to his chest. His wings wrapped around the both of you, a shield from the world.

“I have known you since we were five years old.” Warren whispered. You nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto his skin. He held you tighter, shushing you gently. “You are a fantastic, amazing, beautiful person, and if your soulmate can’t see that, he or she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

“Thanks.” you sniffled. “I needed that.”

“I know.” he smirked. “You’re turning me into a softie. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you managed to laugh. Warren stared at the ceiling of your room. His heart raced as he finally acknowledged the thought that had been haunting him since the two of you were twelve. He was in love with you. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a stage. He knew in his heart that if he wasn’t your soulmate, there was truly something wrong with the world. He might never be the same if he lost you.


You stood on the back lawn of the Worthington household six nights later. Tomorrow was your birthday and you were anything but ready. You looked up at the balcony outside Warren’s room. After mustering up the courage and wiping away most of your tears, you focused your energy on creating a sapling. The small tree emerged from the ground, one of the branches settling under your legs for support as it grew to the height of the balcony, becoming a large, healthy apple tree.

You hopped off of the branch and walked to the door, knocking a few times. It was late. Warren was asleep, you knew that much. There was rustling around, a small crash, a stumble, and finally the door opened, revealing a very sleep Warren. His wings were drooping, his eyes were half-closed, and his golden curls made a messy halo on his head. He was shirtless, and a pair of grey sweatpants hung loosely from his hips.

“Has that tree always been there?” he asked, pointing tiredly behind you. You shook your head before rushing into his arms. “Hey, hey, shhh, what’s wrong?” he held you tight, rubbing your back as your shoulders shook with sobs.

“I’m so scared.” you whispered, clinging to Warren as though if you let go of him for even a second he would vanish.

“It’s okay.” he spoke softly. “It’s gonna be fine. Whoever they are, your soulmate, they’ll love you. No matter what.” Warren didn’t let the pain he was feeling show. He was just as scared as you. He didn’t want to lose you. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach. You were the only thing in this damn world that made sense to him. You were the only thing worth protecting.

“What if…Warren…” you trailed off. You had no idea how to tell your best friend that you were in love with him on the night before you were supposed to find your soulmate.

“I know.” he nodded. One of his hands cupped your jaw. He pulled your face to his, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “I know.” he paused, taking a huge breath. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you admitted. “But what if…”

“I know.” he stated, his eyes meeting yours. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I…I just I needed to see you before I know. You know?”

“I know.” He closed his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m glad you came.”

“So am I.”


You sat up in bed the next morning almost afraid to look at your forearm. You could feel it tingling as the letters etched themselves into your skin. Your heart raced. Finally mustering the courage, you looked at the newly-formed words. Written in your skin in his messy, messy handwriting was ‘Warren Worthington III’.

“HOLY SHIT!” you ripped the covers off of your bed and got dressed as fast as you could. “OH MY GOD!!!”

“You okay in there, hun?” your mother asked with a knowing smile. What she didn’t say was that Warren had been waiting downstairs for twenty minutes, your name written neatly on his arm.  

“Yep! I’ll be out in a second!” you promised. You put your hair up, pulled on your favorite outfit and raced down the stairs, crashing right into Warren and nearly knocking him over. He laughed, embracing you. He pulled up the sleeve of his leather jacket, showing you your name on his arm. You showed him his name on yours. He held it in disbelief, running his calloused fingers over the letters carefully. There were tears running down his cheeks. Tears of relief. He fell to his knees, unable to stand.

“It’s you.” you stated, kneeling in front of him. “It’s always been you.”

Your hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping at the tears. Warren smiled, pulling you into his arms, and for the first time, he finally pressed his lips to yours. It was a gentle kiss, sweet. His pink lips were so, so soft and warm and welcoming.

“I love you so, so much.” Warren pressed innumerable kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Happy birthday.”


Later, you sat on the hill outside of town watching the sunset. A silver pair of wings dangled around your neck on a chain. Your birthday present from Warren. You loved it more than you could describe.

“I feel like I always kind of knew.” Warren’s arms tightened around your waist. You leaned back into his chest.


“Yeah.” he nodded. “You’re the only one that makes me feel like I’m not a freak.”

“You’re not a freak.” you stated. A smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re an angel.”

“I love you, flower child.”

“I love you too.” you sighed, watching the oranges and pinks paint the sky like a dazzling mural. Warren leaned back against the tree, pulling you closer as his wings surrounded you.

“Has this tree always been here?”

“Nope.” you laughed. “No it hasn’t.”

“I feel like I’m gonna have to get used to that.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

“Friendly Neighborhood Watch” | Young Sam x Reader | FLUFF

WARNINGS: suggestive, language


DESCRIPTION: There are four days left of school before Graduation Day. It’s so goddamn obvious you and your childhood best friend Samuel Drake feel the same thing for each other… but you won’t say anything because you don’t want to risk your established friendship, and Sam doesn’t want to say anything because he can’t risk giving himself away. But when two people are a perfect match for each other, some things are bound to be revealed sooner or later.

This is technically Part 2 of “Trick of the Light”, but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this (regardless I’ll still leave the link to it below). I’m really pleased with how this one came out because it just makes my heart so happy like aw Sam :,)) It switches between Reader and Samuel so sorry if it’s kinda unclear as to whose POV you’re reading from haha *sweats intensely*

And I also wanna tag @le-ephemere @hyperionbabe @a-n-g-e-l-frommynightmare and @nataliarmnov because you guys are SO NICE and left such sweet comments on Part 1 ily please enjoy

Trick of the Light

Inspired by this song (Rather Be With You - Sinead Harnett)

The only reason why you were with Rafe Adler in the first place was because you were lonely.

Well, more like the one guy you were ever seriously in to never paid attention to you the way you wanted him to, and conveniently, Rafe Adler transferred to your shithole high school and you thought he’d be a lovely distraction.

Except that, despite getting together with Rafe, you still couldn’t get over your one true crush.

The boy next door, your childhood sweetheart, your best friend: Samuel Drake.

You remember precisely when you started crushing hard on that boy. You were in middle school, still in your semi-awkward tween stage, lost in the masses of equally confused prepubescent boys and girls trying to find their places in the social hierarchy. Sam was one of the popular kids; he and his little brother were both notorious for their mischievous methods of cutting class and their bright, cheeky grins. Always the one with extravagant (although mostly exaggerated) tales of adventures, it was expected for girls and boys to flock around Samuel Drake. His heady Bostonian voice and loopy grin managed to light up any room he walked into; Samuel Drake had this laid-back, passionate, and approachable dynamic.

And on top of that… it was almost painful how good-looking he was.

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Aaron taking his husband to the beach so he can be part of his childhood best day ever. With added champagne, and patterned shorts so he can stare at Robert’s tanned freckled skin.

Liv finding Robert fossils and shells, because she knows how much Chas loves the two Aaron gave her. 

Chas spending the whole time looking for a decent fish and chip shop, to feed her sons. 

And Robert just being incredulous and giddy that people even remembered his birthday.