but i am a little sorry about this

If.

Shawn leaves (you) for L.A.

Ok so this is reallyyyy bad! It was supposed to come out with more angst but it turned out a bit sadder than I imagined. I’ll have to split this into a few parts and I was thinking of making it a series buttttt, I don’t know if you guys will like it! It’s a lot harder to write these than I thought. I am still not sure about this omg… nonetheless I hope you enjoy it! Shawn is jut being a basic dick that most of us, unfortunately, are familiar with, but I am thinking about turning this around. I am sorry, as usual, for any grammar mistakes! I really really hope you like it, even if it’s just a little bit!!


You stood there completely petrified. You held the McDonald’s bag tighter as you waited for him to open the door. There was no way to describe the amount of feelings you were experiencing in that moment, as you recollected all the words he said to you earlier.

“I think we need to talk, but it’s nothing bad.”

“Just some things I think should change between us. I’m sure you’ll be okay with it!”

“It’s fine, no need to worry, really. We’re okay.”

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“ Look, I’m sorry that Chloe lost her mother (I know she ran away). No child deserves to be without their parent, but that still doesn’t excuse her actions. People say that she’s just child, but honestly? 1).That’s still shouldn’t be an excuse and 2). She isn’t really THAT young. It’s not like she’s a kid anymore, she’s a teenager, therefore should have at least be a little more common sense than a toddler and a kid. Yes, I am also beware that she’s getting redeemed (and I’m happy about that and that’s a big step for her), but honestly? Should it be a BIG deal? Why should she be praised or get a reward for treating people like people and not like they are bellow dirt? I mean, that’s like something she should be doing anyways? I don’t know, it’s just that Chloe isn’t the first bully character (or bully in general) in existence people. What’s so special about her?” 

anonymous asked:

I hate to be this person, but I'm going to be anyway because I'm sure everyone else is too scared to ask. When are you posting the next chapter of Heirs? Usually I'm not this impatient, but I need to know what happens next. Sorry for bothering you

Don’t worry about it.

I am working on it. Very slowly because i have to make sure i add the correct scenes in the order that will lead to the climax and make sense. I don’t want to mess up the timeline so i’m analyzing everything as we speak because in my head i’m already two chapters ahead. 

I don’t want this next chapter to be as heavy as the previous ones. We all deserve a little break. I’M TRYING but then again, the drama is in my blood ahaha.

I hope i can post it next week. ;) <3

~A.Wölf.

Sorry for posting so little lately, I am a chaotic mess™.

Anyway, it doesn’t really seem like you guys are particularly hyped about any of my stories, so I don’t really know what to post. I’ll finish up YDIAM very soon, maybe even today, but other than that, I have no idea. I don’t have time or energy to write, but I do have a few finished series I could start posting.

Let me know what you guys want me to post, and please don’t be super vague.


PS: @ all you nice people who sent me asks: I have seen them, noted them, but have yet to respond. Don’t worry, I’ll get there :)

anonymous asked:

Are you still going to be reblogging other people's posts?

Hiiii yes I am I’ve just had a really busy and super stressful last two weeks and I think every time I was about to fill my queue I just went to sleep or something cuz even something as little as that stressed me out lmao 😓 but Im going to be going to California soon I guess even though I feel like that might be fake so I’ll be sure to fill it to above 100 today! I’m so sorry everyone for not being super active with that

whoatetheramen  asked:

As someone who's apart of the deaf/hoh community, your newest imagine with the signing made me cry. There were parts that could've been done differently for accuracy but wowowowowow I have tears running down my face still. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much

Hello darling! I’m sorry about the parts that weren’t very accurate. I would love your input. I’m the person who loves to learn and I am not very clear with being deaf, nor do I know anyone, so I was a little worried about it all. So if you would like to help me out in private I would be grateful. 

HAPPY TEARS I hope! I love making people feel through my writing.  If I can do that then in my book, I’ve won. No, thank you doll! <3 <3 <3 

Season’s Greetings from your local Pointy Girls

How They Feel About PDA (Avengers Preference)

I am the worst! Sorry guys! Between a full course load and two jobs I’m drowning a little, but I still really love you guys!

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Tony Stark:

He loves it (the little shit). He likes to make sure everyone around knows exactly who you’re with. Since you refuse to wear the t-shirt that says “Property of Tony Stark” (even though he wears his “Property of Y/N” all the time) he’s gotta let people know some other way. He doesn’t go so far as to touch you inappropriately (maybe a quick slap or pinch on your “perfect” butt but nothing more than that). Kisses, however, are a different story. Quick pecks in the grocery story line, heated kisses in front of the press, tender kisses in front of the team before they leave on a mission. Tony doesn’t care what others are thinking, he just wants you to know his feelings for you, and the best way to do that is with his lips on yours.

Steve Rogers:

Steve isn’t exactly embarrassed by PDA. Sure it wasn’t highly approved of back in the day, but c’mon he was best friends with THE Bucky Barnes, so he was rather used to PDA. So no, Steve wasn’t embarrassed by PDA, it was more that Steve was surprised someone wanted to display PDA with him. Yeah he was bigger and muscular now, but he still remembered all those dates he had been dragged on where the girl didn’t even bother to learn his name, let alone let the rest of the world know they were together. So when you grab his hand and kiss him in front of everyone like you hope the world is watching he’s shocked, rather than embarrassed, that such an amazing and beautiful girl would care to claim him. 

Bucky Barnes:

While it took him a while to warm back up with the idea (just like with everything else), Bucky was soon back to his charming, PDA loving self. While he loves holding your hand, he prefers to place his hand on the small of you back since you can’t wander as far away. And he loves to drop small kisses to your forehead, temple, of nose when you make him laugh (whether from cracking a joke or because you “just look so cute when you’re frustrated”). He also loves leaning his forehead against yours and gently nudging your nose with his when you’re having hushed discussions in the middle of a crowded room. Bucky loves to feel your skin on his in anyway he can. And while he prefers you not hold his metal hand, it’s mostly because he knows he can protect you better if he has it free. 

Bruce Banner:

Surprisingly Bruce doesn’t mind PDA. While he’s almost never the one to initiate it, he’s not about to pull away when you grab his hand and kiss him in public. He likes the kisses you press to his cheek when he knows you’re being possessive, or the ones you press to his lips when he knows you’re drawing strength from him. And even though he loves the kisses you initiate most, he’s not afraid to initiate a few moments of his own. When he needs calming down you can feel his lips press firmly to your temple, or when he’s feeling particularly protective he’ll wrap you up in his arms shooting glares at anyone who gets too near. 

Clint Barton:

It’s not that Clint doesn’t like PDA, it’s more that Clint is too preoccupied watching the world and dangers around him to do anything more than hold your hand or press a quick kiss to your forehead. When you’re out and about he’s often found looking at the guy acting slightly sketchy across the room rather than looking at the shirt you’re trying to make him get. But it’s fine because as soon as your lips make contact with his and he recovers, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and forgetting about the rest of the world, since his world is wrapped securely in his tight embrace. 

Pietro Maximoff:

Believe it or not, but Pietro actually gets super embarrassed with PDA. Growing up with just him and Wanda, other kids often teased him when he would act sweetly towards his sister. While that never stopped him from caring it has caused him to be slightly more reserved when it came to showing physical affection. It took him a while to get comfortable holding your hand in public (but he eventually got used to it when he realized other guys were staring at what was his, and even though he’s embarrassed by PDA he’s way too possessive to let it slide). But Pietro definitely still blushes when your lips sweep his cheek, and his wide eyes will make a quick sweep of the room to make sure not too many people are watching as he returns the favor.

Thor Odinson:

Thor loves PDA. Too much. It honestly doesn’t matter where you guys are. Whether you’re window shopping in Midtown, or in the middle of SHIELD HQ, he’ll simply sweep you into his arms and kiss you senseless. People have tried to tell him why he isn’t allowed to basically frisk you in front of everyone, but he hasn’t quite gotten it yet. Apparently in Asgard it is a great sign of how successful a King’s reign will be when he loves his Queen enough to show physical affection in public, and he definitely loves his Queen. So while your Midgardian friends may get a little uncomfortable with the way Thor kisses you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive, your Asgardian friends simply cheer at the sign of what surely looks like the greatest reign Asgard will ever see. 

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki kind of hates PDA. He hates looking weak in front of others, and he’ll be honest (with you)- you’re his weakness. So while he’s more than happy to have you stand by his side, he would prefer if you both kept your hands to yourselves until you were in private. The only time his rule wavers is before he goes off to do something stupid and possibly not come back, or after you have done stupid and got hurt. In those few instances he has no qualms about fiercely pressing his lips to yours and letting you feel all of his emotions rolled into that one kiss, no matter who is watching. 

Sam Wilson:

Oh Sam. While he doesn’t like to make out or blatantly show you off in public, he does enjoy small and sweet signs of PDA. He likes to wrap his arms from behind you while you wait in line and hum the jeopardy theme song in your ear. He likes to sneak up behind you while you’re looking at a book and swiftly kiss you on the cheek. He likes to give you eskimo kisses when he knows you’re mad at him. He likes to carry you bridal style to breakfast and to bed when you’re too sleepy to walk and you cuddle into his chest. He loves to show you he loves you in the little things, because he knows that that is what truly matters.

Scott Lang:

Scott is kind of childish in his PDA (like most other things). Think high school boy with his first girlfriend. Heated kisses and some light frisking no matter where you are or who’s watching. His arm’s always around your shoulder to make sure people know you’re his and so he can keep you close. It often makes you roll your eyes because you know he can be sweet and sensitive, but he keeps that to closed doors. He would prefer to make you blush when people find you straddling his lap, or make you laugh when Tony has to loudly clear his throat for the third time because you’re making out in front of his lab… again. It’s what makes Scott, Scott.

T’Challa:

T’Challa is a reserved man. He prefers to keep his private matters private, and that includes you guys’ relationship. So while you guys are out and about the most the paps will ever catch is hand holding or a guiding hand to the small of your back. But that isn’t the full story. Anyone working inside the palace or Avengers HQ will tell you that you two always have skin to skin, but more like lip to lip, contact. The servants and fellow Avengers have seen it all. From T’Challa randomly pushing you up against a wall to “suck your face off”, to him pulling you in for a close dance as he presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes as he hums your favorite song to you. T’Challa is a reserved and private man, but still a man who is deeply and madly in love. 

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Again I’m so sorry guys! I hope this is okay! I didn’t have time to edit because I’m just trying to get it out there for you guys, but I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it! (Also there are over 2000 of you?! WHAT?! Love you all dearly!)

anonymous asked:

hello gin!!! your newest update for 'price of a soul' is amazing! can i ask you to talk about all this symbolism in the comic (and also why do you love to hurt us so much with it)

THIS QUESTION MAKES ME SO HAPPY  I’M SCREAMING THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST ANON (actually thank you everyone for your kind asks about TPOAS… THEY ARE THE FIRE IN MY VEINS THANK YOU)

I think the most important thing I wanted to work on this comic is how it is told from Tamashi’s eyes. That’s how I decided to build the characters through the story, for example, what Tamashi sees most is Allen’s face, honest, straightforward, kind, sweet, smiling, always open and welcoming: 

Whereas he doesn’t see Kanda’s face, Kanda is always turned to him. And when he does, it’s from an low angle:

I had fun thinking it would be important that we, as Tamashi, know of Kanda what he does: Kanda is the father he doesn’t know anything of. Intimidating, scary, tall, unreachable, always with his back turned on him. (With his back turned to him, but I guess you wouldn’t offer your back to an enemy). I aim to, gradually, expose Kanda’s features as Tamashi grows confident, making him look more human and less of a jerk than what he does now (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Also have you noticed how everyone bends forward to talk to Tamashi? Or squats down to be at his level? So Tamashi can stare directly at them. It’s a very simple gesture but it’s one that says I’m reducing my world to your perspective because you are as important, which Kanda never does.

The first time I read DGM i had to go through the Alma arc three times to made sure I fully understood Kanda (I keep thinking there are hints of his personality I keep missing, as I do with Allen… DGM is such an amazing artwork) so when I thought of him for this story I wanted to be very careful building the conceptualism around a character that has never forgiven himself and doesn’t want redemption. Can you imagine, you spend your life trying to fulfill a promise of love and then you find out -because you slipped once, only once, you are as human as the rest even if it might not seem so-, that you have a kid you never intended on having, even less with someone you’ll never love maybe not even remember, who kinda looks like Alma when they were kids, who is called Tamashi, who, surprise, is there to bite him in his ass. Tamashi is the perspective of a future Kanda never allowed himself to have and now he’s forced to deal with it (ノ≧∀≦)ノ Good thing Allen is here to be the bridge between present Kanda and past Kanda, Allen you angel  (//▽//)ゞ So, basically, what we see of Kanda is an unforgiving Kanda, intimidating, pretending to not mind when he so clearly does (in the last update with Tamashi sleeping outside of Kanda’s room he spends there looking at the boy how long? Five minutes? Ten? He didn’t awoke Tamashi either, just lets him be. He’s trying to make his way out of this without a fuss but OH YOU WON’T BE SO LUCKY KANDA The denial Is Strong). 

Oh! Also I was very careful with colors and including some… … … … little details (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧ 

Both panels with the flowers are very important…! they are different types of flowers in different palettes… Allen’s one are somewhat fresh and rainy, so springy, whereas Kanda’s seem to be floating on an abandoned place… Pretty, but isolated (•̀௰•́ ) This is funny because oH WELL SPOILER I GUESS / CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW AND FLIES INTO THE SUN

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK REALLY!! 

Imagine the morning after Alec and Magnus had their first date. Alec stayed the night, even though he believed that it might be a bad idea. It is too early after all to stay a whole night at Magnus’. It all goes too fast. But he can’t help himself. So they are lying in bed. Magnus is still sleeping peacefully. He is lying on his stomach, half of his head buried in a pile of pillows, face towards Alec. Alec is wide awake. His head resting on his hand while he simply stares dreamily at Magnus. Magnus doesn’t wear any make-up and he is snoring a little. Alec smiles. A tiny smile at first. But it gets broader, he just can’t stop it. He can’t believe that he is in Magnus’ loft, lying next to Magnus, the most beautiful man he ever layed eyes on. Alec knows that he must look like a fool but he doesn’t care at all. He lifts his right hand and brushes through Magnus’ thick black hair. He is surprised how soft it is when it is not spiked up. Alec’s fingertips are wandering carefully along Magnus’ jawline, he doesn’t want to wake Magnus up. His thumb brushes over Magnus’ cheek. Magnus still doesn’t wake up under Alec’s gentle touches. And Alec? He is just smiling while the sun comes up and the first ray of light lightens up the bedroom. He closes his eyes for a second, his hand lingering over Magnus’ cheek. When he opens his eyes again, he notices that Magnus is awake. He looks bleary and it is so adorable that Alec has a lump in his throat. But the thing that shocks him the most are Magnus’ eyes. His cat eyes are showing and they are so beautiful that they instantly take Alec’s breath away. He swallows. It takes Magnus a bit to understand what is happening. He wants to turn away from Alec, ashamed. He needs to glamour his eyes again since it looks like they shocked Alec so much. He just hopes he is not that much disgusted by them. Or him. Alec grabs Magnus’ shoulder, silenty shaking his head. Magnus furrows his brows. Until Alec leans towards him, cupping Magnus’ face with both hands. Magnus closes his eyes, he can’t look at Alec any longer. It’s too much. He silently curses himself that he forgot about his warlock mark. But Alec just doesn’t care at all. He presses a featherlight kiss on Magnus’ left eyelid. He hears how Magnus inhales sharply. Then he kisses the right eyelid. It’s so soft and tender, Magnus feels like crying. It takes all of him to fight against the tears building behind his lids. When Alec presses another soft kiss against his forehead, Magnus opens his eyes. “Don’t hide your true self from me, Magnus. Ever. You’re beautiful. All of you.” And that is the moment when Magnus Bane falls even more in love with Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Not that Magnus will tell him about his feelings yet. It’s too early. Magnus knows that. But one day soon…

anonymous asked:

Do I even need to send you this prompt? HARRY SITTING IN LOUIS' LAP, THAT IS THE QUALITY CONTENT WE DESERVE.... also inspired by that petnames gif post, PET NAMES TOO Your writing is fantastic, thank you and I love you💛

(it’s fucking 4am and i can’t sleep lmao? i don’t even know what this is i wrote it on my phone and i am sorry if it sucks sorry there r no caps hope it’s ok xoxoxoxo i love you)

“clifford, you little fucker,” louis hisses the third time cliff nearly yanks his shoulder out of its socket for the sake of going after a squirrel. cliff’s an idiot, gangly and uncoordinated at the best of times, and louis thinks he should know better than to even consider chasing the poor thing up a tree. in fact, louis thinks cliff could stand to be more considerate in general.

“he’s quite big, actually,” harry comments mildly, the corner of his mouth twitching because he, too, is inconsiderate, and the fact that he thinks he’s hilarious is always written on his face as a precursor to every one of his stupid jokes.

“thank you, darling, you’re always so… insightful,” louis says. he tried for a more caustic tone, really he did, except it only comes out fond. cliff falls back in line at louis’s side, harry wraps an arm around louis’s shoulder, and everything is settled in louis’s world again.

things like this — midday walks with their shitty dog and, earlier, ice cream dates when their throats already scorched with the cold — are treasured, for louis. he watches as harry tries in idle frustration to worm a finger between his bandage and his wrist so he can relieve an itch and bites the inside of his lip on a smile. maybe it’s just harry he treasures.

“let’s sit down,” harry says, veering off the path to collapse at the base of a tree, and then moaning, “my bum is wet now.” he looks at louis like he expects immediate eradication of all the grass and the rain and the earth that had caused such a thing, so ridiculously indignant that louis has to snort.

he tugs cliff over, hands the leash to harry, and sheds his jacket to sit on.

“it’s a bit cold,” louis says. “we could’ve gone home, you know. lots of places to sit there. inside.”

“this is nature and all that,” is harry’s argument. he sidles over, only bothering to be sneaky about it for a moment before he clambers sideways into louis’s lap, the damp seat of his lazy joggers on louis’s thigh. with his hands free of cliff’s leash, louis can wrap them around harry’s waist.

they watch cliff sniff around for a while until he flops down in disinterest, and harry sets his chin on the top of louis’s head, his breathing gone deep and steady. harry does that — just rests, whenever and wherever he can. it’s the most endearing thing. he’s peaceful — he’s louis’s calm.

“darling,” louis murmurs, squeezing harry’s hip tight.

harry hums quietly in response, and then pipes up, “what?”

louis’s leg is rather numb and cliff is possibly trying to eat a rock and louis’s not all that cold anymore, with harry in his lap, wrapped around him like this, but it is drizzling a little.

“nothing. just missed your voice, baby,” is all he says, and tilts his head back so harry can give him a kiss.

✰   —  —  —  STRANGER THINGS : THE GATE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  i never gave up on you.  ’
‘  i called you every night.  ’
‘  what the hell is this? where have you been?  ’
‘  let’s talk. alone.  ’
‘  so i should be thanking you then?  ’
‘  no, nothing about this is okay! nothing about this is okay!  ’
‘  you stupid, disgusting, lying piece of shit!  ’
‘  oh, you like these pearls?  ’
‘  you’re a real lifesaver, you know that?  ’
‘  how is this important right now?  ’
‘  it’s not important. i’m sorry.  ’
‘  you should go with him.  ’
‘  no one’s leaving anyone.  ’
‘  i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.  ’
‘  turns out i’m a pretty damn good babysitter.  ’
‘  just be careful, alright?  ’
‘  i can’t lose you again.  ’
‘  you won’t lose me.  ’
‘  you promise?  ’
‘  promise.  ’
‘  so what, we’re just not gonna talk about it, huh?  ’
‘  i’m just curious, you know, why all the sudden you look like some kind of mtv punk.  ’
‘  i’m not mad, i just wanna know where you’ve been. that’s all.  ’
‘  i… i shouldn’t have left.  ’
‘  no, this isn’t on you. i should’ve been there.  ’
‘  sometimes i feel like i’m just some kind of black hole or something.  ’
‘  the blackhole got her. and somehow, i’ve just been scared, you know? i’ve just been scared that it’d take you too.  ’
‘  i’m so sorry. for everything.  ’
‘  i can be so… so… stupid. just really stupid.  ’
‘  i don’t hate it, by the way.  ’
‘  bitchin’.  ’
‘  okay… sure. bitchin’.  ’
‘  is this really necessary?  ’
‘  this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. we can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? it’s not a dog.  ’
‘  okay, first of all, this is not some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench.   ’
‘  right– so my point is… right, yeah.  ’
‘  we’re on the bench so, uh, there’s nothing we can do.  ’
‘  yeah, and then we all die!  ’
‘  no, that’s not a point of view, man. that’s a fact.  ’
‘  oh yeah? that’s a no.  ’
‘  hey! hey! hey! this is not happening.  ’
‘  no, no, no, no, no. no buts.  ’
‘  i promised i’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what i plan on doing.  ’
‘  we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job.  ’
‘  i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes.  ’
‘  he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kill us.  ’
‘  am i dreaming or is that you?  ’
‘  yeah, it’s me. don’t cream your pants.  ’
‘  what are you doing here, amigo?  ’
‘  doesn’t ring a bell. sorry, buddy.  ’
‘  you know, i don’t know, this whole situation here is giving me the heebie-jeebies.  ’
‘  man, were you dropped too much as a child or what?  ’
‘  i don’t know what you don’t understand about what i just said.  ’
‘  looks like you got some fire in you after all!  ’
‘  yes, kick his ass! murder that son of a bitch!  ’
‘  you little shit, what did you do?  ’
‘  are you sure this is a good idea?  ’
‘  let’s kill this son of a bitch.  ’
‘  it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight.  ’
‘  they were gonna leave you behind, but i promised you’d be cool, okay?  ’
‘  everybody shut up! i’m trying to focus!  ’
‘  what’s happening? it hurts!  ’
‘  let me go!  ’
‘  oh, no… you guys.   ’
‘  hey, where do you think you’re going.  ’
‘  what are you, deaf? hello!  ’
‘  we are not going down there right now, i made myself clear!  ’
‘  this ends right now!  ’
‘  you’re upset, i get it.  ’
‘  the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance.  ’
‘  i know you promised them that you’d keep us safe, so keep us safe.  ’
‘  whoa, whoa, whoa. hey, hey, hey, hey! i don’t think so.  ’
‘  any of you shits die down here, i’m getting the blame.  ’
‘  got it, dipshit?  ’
‘  from here on out, i’m leading the way.  ’
‘  those suckers got you pretty good, huh?  ’
‘  it’s not working. it’s not working! are you listening to me?  ’
‘  you’re killing him!  ’
‘  you remember me?  ’
‘  that was a pretty douchey thing to do.  ’
‘  you did good. you did so good.  ’
‘  sometimes i impress even myself.  ’
‘  what’s so important about one night?  ’
‘  do you always have to be filming everything?  ’
‘  you look so handsome!  ’
‘  we should, you know, get out there… like, do our thing.  ’
‘  yeah, i love it, but not as much as i love you.  ’
‘  get out of my room!  ’
‘  see? pretty.  ’
‘  you don’t care.  ’
‘  i don’t care.  ’
‘  there you go. you’re learning, my friend.  ’
‘  hey, come on. you look great, okay? you look great!  ’
‘  you’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.  ’
‘  yeah, uh… don’t do that, okay?  ’
‘  holy shit! what happened to you?  ’
‘  are you trying to ask me to dance, stalker?  ’
‘  wanna dance?  ’
‘  you’re my favorite.  ’
‘  you’ve always been my favorite.  ’
‘  girls this age are dumb.  ’
‘  how are you holding up?  ’
‘  yeah, that feeling never goes away.  ’
‘  it is true what they say, you know. every day it does get a little easier.  ’

She is…

A Harry Styles imagine

Based on this request:

Hey could you plzz do an imagine of you not feeling well throughout the day and Harry comes hone and is kinda pissed at you for some reason and you suddenly faint while you arguing. After in the hospital he feels so bad and is worried and it ends with fluff

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Ever since you woke up this morning, you’ve been feeling a bit…off. Not the “I’m getting sick” or “something bad is about to happen” kind of off, but there was something that tied a knot in the pit of stomach that has remained there ever since. When you first woke up, you noticed Harry, your boyfriend of almost one and a half year, being gone, even though he was supposed to have few more days off to spend with you before going to do his shows in Australia. You at first hestitated to text him, but you did anyways, asking him where had he gone, but received no reply. Deciding against doing something more or less productive while waiting for Harry to return, hoping he had only ran out to catch some take out, since you had been craving it during the night, even going as far as waking your him up in hopes that he might go and fetch you some, but without a luck. As you tiptoed down the downstairs, the cold floor hitting your bare feet, a sudden feeling of dizziness took over you, making you grip the shelves on the wall next to the stairway, accidentally knocking over a few of Harry’s old childhood pictures, most of them gifted by Robin on his last birthday. Seeing the pictures lying on the floor with shreds of glass around them made you even more dizzy, as Harry had been having a hard time coping with the sad news ever since he passed away. Once you had gained your ability to walk and see straight, you wasted no time in trying to clean the mess up, hoping to fix the broken frames before Harry notices something being out of place, seeing that these were somehow similar to the frames you had recently bought and still had in spare. But the recent mishaps seemed to be following you around as you went, and, as you were picking up the last small pieces of the remaining shreds, a sudden bolt of the door shutting startled you, making you accidentally cut yourself in the palm of your hand. Harry’s heavy boots echoed though the otherwise empty and quiet house, making you inwardly curse to yourself for being so clumsy, knowing a storm is about to hit you.

“(Y/N)! Where are you? I bought some food I thought you might like, to make up fo- what is this?!” He asked in disbelief, at first not noticing you crouched over the broken frames.

“Harry, I-I can explain, I’m so-“

“Sorry? You are sorry?! You broke them!!! With the pictures Robin himself gave me as a present!! How could you be so heartless?? You know how much they mean to me!!” He raged, kicking the bucket full of scraps, sending them flying across the floor. He bent down, trying to pick up the pictures himself, with you trying to help.

“Leave it, you have done enough already” he spat, gripping your wounded hand in order to stop you from even touching them, making pain shoot right through you.

“Harry, I said I’m sorry, it was an accident…” you breathed out, silent tears sliding down your cheeks.

“No. No, (Y/N). Don’t start this. At first you cancel our last night’s plans, because you “just felt like staying in”, even though we were not the only ones going and I had to find a silly excuse as to why, then you wake me up god knows how early just to tell me that you want food, and now this! What is wrong with you?!?” He fumed, but his rant became more distant with time and once again the feeling of dizziness took over you, this time sending you in the depths of darkness, making the shards of glass pierce your skin as your body hit the floor.


Harry’s POV


I was livid. The last few days have been a mess - so much to do, yet so little time. Not to mention the lack of sleep. The making of new music, arranging the new additional tour dates and interviews, making sure I get everything done before I take off to Australia was taking its toll on me. And her. (Y/N). God forgive me for leaving her like this the whole time. I’ve missed her so much, and the thought of me leaving her has been driving me mad. Especially this time, even though I cannot fully understand why. Every minute spent together with her has been leading me to the edge of breaking, either in tears or rage, and this time rage took over. It’s not like she has done anything wrong, no. It’s just that the more time we spend together alone, the more I don’t want to leave, making me consider postponing the tour, to which my management would never agree to. And the fans…

Last night we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner with my team, making it important to actually show up, since I was the one who initially came up with the idea. Having to lie made me angry, not because I could not understand that (Y/N) was not feeling her best, but the fact that she realised that only an hour before the actual meeting, making me look bad infront of important people. Even though I was more than glad to finally get a good night’s sleep, (Y/N) decided otherwise, which is the reason for my cranky mood today, since I had refused to get up, guilt eating me, as I felt her shuffle further away from me, mumbling a “sorry” as she did so. Waking up this morning, however, was when I decided I cannot keep up my behaviour and took a drive to the nearest take out place, knowing very well she would forgive me for being a massive dick. I don’t even want to talk about what happened when I arrived home. Something inside of me just snapped…

Seeing her fall, however, was the worst feeling I’ve felt in a long time. Watching the love of my life fall on top of a layer of scraps that I had initially scattered there in the fit of rage I was having, made me sick in my stomach, and seeing her unconscious and bleeding just about broke my heart. I rushed towards her and craddled her in my arms, shaking her for the dear life, hoping to see her beautiful eyes look up to me, telling me that this was all just a bad dream, and that everything is alright…

Once I took her to the hospital for the doctors to take care of her and find out what caused the fainting, praying to myself that I was not the reason behind it, I couldn’t help but to fear the worst. I kept repeating everything I said to her in my mind, wincing at how rude and unnecessary that was. I couldn’t help but to sob next to her bed, praying for her to wake up and forgive me, to hold me the way I’m holding her now and to tell me that everything is okay. That it will be okay… It will, right?

When the doctor came in, I couldn’t help but to jump up from my chair, asking him to give me the answers I oh so desperately wanted to know.

“Mr.Styles, you have got to calm down. The stitching was done professionally, so the scaring will be little to none with the right precautions taken. The fainting, however, is something I am more concerned about..” the doctor trailed off, making my heart sink.

“Wh-what is it?” I sniffled, not caring about anyone noticing my current state.

“Well, she has been lacking on the intake of vitamins, which, in her case, has lead this far, thus harming her immune system, not to mention the stress, but with the right diet and excercise, they should be fine.”

“I-I’m sorry, did I hear correct? They?”

Oh, yes, they. She is pregnant!

i’m stil thrown by the fact that my sister declared seesshormaru was a twink but like… i guess the signs were there…

anonymous asked:

OKAY SO I just went through and read a bunch of your writing because I’m lame lmaooo but PROMPT IDEA: so Eddie gets a “secret admirer” that leaves him letters and gifts and stuff but whoever it is slowly turns into more of a stalker and they’re crazy and leaving threats in Eddie’s locker etc etc and Eddie refuses to tell the Losers club because he wants to handle it himself but they all find out anyways ( everyone being super protective *cough cough richie* over Eddie is my jam )

Okay first of all THANKS FOR READING MY STUFF you’re rad as fuck for that. Second, this is such a great prompt the losers being protective is???? amazing. Third, I am sorry I am a terrible human and this took so long for me to put out?????? I suck???? forgive me

Warnings: stalker is a stalker and makes threats and is creepy so please please please don’t read if you’ll be triggered by that behavior!!! 

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It started out innocently enough. In all honesty, Eddie was flattered. He’d gone to his locker one day after third period, and there was a note there, all folded neatly, that read “you’re adorable, Eddie Kaspbrak.” For about two weeks, he wanted to believe that his secret admirer that signed his notes as “your future boyfriend” was Richie. He was just waiting to ask him. He thought about it more and more as the notes kept coming: complimenting his clothes and hair and even his freckles.

His suspicions were solidified when he scratched up his knees at the quarry one day and he received a note the next morning telling him to be more careful when he swam with his friends. Only the losers had been there; it must be Richie! He planned to ask Richie about it after school when they biked home together (as always). However, a second note appeared in his locker after lunch.

“Stop spending so much time with Tozier. You’re starting to make me jealous, Eddie,” Eddie read in a whisper. He felt cold all of a sudden. None of his friends would write this. Richie certainly wouldn’t. He crumpled up the note and tossed it into the nearest trashcan, wanting to be rid of it. Holding it felt like holding a threat.

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