by far one of the best days ever

Do you remember when Taylor Swift bought pizza for the fans waiting for her outside of her hotel in London just because she couldn’t stop by cause she was going for a dinner? Do you remember when she visited hospitals a lot of times, without the cameras? Do you remember about the fact that she doesn’t take money for meet and greets? Do you remember about all those times when she invited her fans to all of her houses and bake them cookies?? Do you remember how she spent her Valentine’s Day with the fan and their family?? Do you remember all those quotes she has said about us so far, like for example the one that we are the best and the longest relationship she has ever had??? Do you remember how she chose fans online and sent them Christmas and Valentines packages and then she met them all during the tour?? Do you remember how she stalked the fans going to award shows and how she met them there?? Do you remember when she went to the Taylor Swift Education Center to meet a fan from Tumblr?? Do you remember how she donated money for fans in need?? Do you remember how she donated money for different causes?? Do you remember all those times when she gave advices to the fans online?? Do you remember when she went to the fan’s Bridal Shower and took a huge basket of gifts with her?? Do you remember when she went to the fan’s wedding and played the couple’s favorite song??? Do you remember when she visited a terminally ill fan at their house?? Do you remember how she visited a fan so she could give a Christmas gift to their little son?? Do you remember how she used to go through the crowds during three headlining tours because she wanted to greet the fans??? Do you remember about 13 hours meet and greet?? Do you remember all those time when she stopped a car cause she had seen a fan wearing her merch shirt so she wanted to take a picture with them??? Do you remember that she does her best when it comes about stopping by when fans are waiting for her on the red carpet, outside the television building etc?? Do you really remember that she played All Too Well at the Grammys because we wanted her to do it?? Do you remember when she visited a 96 years old veteran on Christmas Day?? And what about painting pictures for fans?? What about painting guitars for ill children?? What about all those things she does for the people in secrecy and we have no idea??? There are so many reasons we should be thankful for her. She really goes above and beyond for us. Never forget that. 

A Very Serious Review Of Waterholes, by G. G. Dog, esq, Resident Forest Puddle/Really Big Stick Quality Control Officer

Peoplefriends with cars are THE BEST. Forest walks are THE BEST. Puddles are THE BEST. Giant sticks are THE BESTEST

Waterhole 1.

Right at the start of the walk, so BEST because convenient. Could dive in straight away before I got hot. Not very deep though and no good sticks.
3 stars.

Peoplefriends called me away before I could grab the nice straight stick an old man was walking around with. Found a better stick not far from there though. BEST STICK.

Waterhole 2:

Middle of the walk, and this one is always full so I zoom ahead long before the peoplefriends get there so I have extra swimming time.
It wasn’t as full as last time but still, nice and big, BEST mudding properties, a good cool place to stop and play with BEST STICK. 4 stars.

Waterhole 3
THE BEST PUDDLE - 5 stars

HUGE and there was an EVEN BETTER BEST STICK

The REALLY EXCELLENT BEST STICK

In conclusion: BEST DAY EVER

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Ok the reason this is one of the best scenes I have ever seen in a movie is because they immediately establish Colette’s tough personality as traits of a boss NOT a bitch. Unlike far too many films (children’s and adults), this lead female doesn’t try to make herself stand out by saying something that undermines other women like “I’m not like most women who spend half the day worrying what they look like” or “I don’t sit around playing with makeup and dolls”. I am so sick of seeing female characters that are written as being proud of being strong, brave, or courageous despite them being a woman. AS IF BEING A WOMAN IS A HANDICAP AND THEY BEAT THE ODDS. Colette straight out calls the patriarchy and establishes the system between her and her subordinate. At the end she isn’t portrayed as bitchy, but as a leader, and Linguine is impressed, not put off. If a man is tough and takes no bullshit, he is admired and considered a strong leader and boss. If a woman does the same she is considered out of line, bossy, and bitchy.

Here, Colette is an immediate leader, and does not try and undermine herself or other women in order to prove that she is charge.

Colette is seen as the boss, not seen as bossy.

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mine until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.
Through the Years (Part 4)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,459

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A/N: Brace yourselves, guys. It gets crazy now.

Originally posted by almie18


2011

And just like that, you found yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived in the past, whom you had no way of getting to.

Despite everything inside you telling you that you shouldn’t, that the letters would one day stop, that this man was probably not even alive, you continued to write to him, looking forward to each envelope that appeared on your fireplace mantle every other day.

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What I Read This Week

(30/4/17)

I read some great fics this week!

Of Dahlias and Deadlines by ingthing, Gen, 51k (WIP)
All Victor wants is to get dahlias for Khloe and Brad’s wedding in under 24 hours. Hope comes in the form of the little family florist in his neighborhood and the quiet smiles of one Katsuki Yuuri. SO CUTE OMFGF

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 16k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

rubato by indianchai, Not Rated, 3.4k (WIP)
Yuuri is a psychology major (who happens to play the cello) that moves to Detroit in his sophomore year of college to escape his ice skating past. Through his roommate Phichit, who is in their college’s orchestra, he encounters infamous pianist of the school– an overconfident senior named Victor who refuses to be an accompanist to anyone (until, that is, he hears Yuuri play). Really good so far!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 8.1k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. LOVE!

Macaroni and Kisses by Huletty, Gen, 6k
Their college is holding a contest for whoever can raise the most money for charity. The prize; a years supply of Mac and Cheese. Cue Phichit, a hungry and unstoppable force, fully prepared to exploit the campus’ love for Yuuri Katuski by opening a kissing booth for a day. Even if they don’t win, it’s worth it to see Yuuri’s face when he tells him Victor Nikiforov is in line.

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 139k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. I can’t wait to see what happens next!!!

Vita Brevis by doeinstinct, Teen, 7k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov is questioning his position as a detective with the Detroit Police Department and spiralling after his partner is critically injured in the line of duty. When Yuuri Katsuki is assigned as his new partner on what he thinks may be his last case, he has no idea what he’s in for. LOVE this so far!!

For the Camera by Noon30ish, Explicit, 45k (WIP)
In which Yuuri becomes a pornstar and is ‘training’ under the one and only, the Living Legend, Vitya. 🔥🔥🔥🔥

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. THAT UPDATE OMFG

Overcome Chihoko by reginar, renaissance, Teen, 2.7k 
Yuuri has the words OVERCOME CHIHOKO written on his back, a pair of underpants on his head, and apparently Viktor’s gone missing. LOL (I read all of the “chihoko” fics, you can find them here!)

we are lost, but we are not gone by persephoneggsy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
The Dollhouse deals in fantasy, but Victor Nikiforov just needs one night.At least, until he finds himself wanting more. And it’s all because of Eros, the beautiful Active that’s consumed his every thought. MY MIND WAS BLOWN AFTER THAT UPDATE! WHAT A PLOT TWIST

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

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Anon request: Fighting with Jungkook + drabble
It’s not the same as Yoongi’s but I thought this fit better. 
I am so sorry it has taken so long, it has been sitting in my drafts for weeeeks (ask you can tell by the date of the text) I am so sorry
I hope you like it! 


Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Implied Smut
Words: 1250


You knocked once on the bathroom door and waited for a response. After receiving a text from Yoongi, you rushed out of the door and into the nearest taxi. Reading over the texts again and again, you felt your stomach twist as the guilt set in. Fuck, what had you done. The fact Jungkook thought he was a bad boyfriend made your heart squeeze into your throat. He was far from it, in fact he was the best boyfriend you have ever had, going above and beyond anyone ever had. Making you smile when you needed it, telling you that he loved you nearly every day even when he was on tour. He would always make you feel so loved and important and you couldn’t even let him off this one time. You were being selfish and you needed to fix it. You phone beeped with another text, this time from Taehyung.  

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Mafia! Taeyong

An AU where Mafia member Taeyong falls in love with his best friend.

  • Taeyong, the beautiful broken boy. A boy that never smiled, that never talked unless he was spoken to. A feisty fighter, an impulsive soul that was quick to react on his feelings
  • He was never the type to sit still, always on the run. If there were no meetings, he was out drinking, smoking, gambling. He never liked being surrounded by people but when he was alone, he was surrounded by his thoughts
  • The clan had Taeyong for his main quality, his beauty. And how quick people were to fall for his face and mess everything up. All the other qualities were just a bonus. His smirks, evil and alluring. That devilish grin whenever he won. His bruised and calloused knuckles from all the fighting and his low deep voice when he threatened people
  • People were afraid of him, because he was so young and so cunning. Not very good with words but excellent at manipulating people’s emotions and using their weaknesses against them. He was intelligent, always guessing the troubles of others and using them as his weapon
  • He was pretty good with the gun too, always keeping one in his pockets, just in case. He had grown used to betrayal, not receiving much love as a child. As someone so quiet, no one was willing to adopt him from the orphanage. They saw him as rude and difficult. Jumping from one foster home to another, he decided nothing was constant in his miserable life. Except these boys and…you
  • A girl he met at a foster home. He only stayed six months but during those six months, he grew fond of you. You both clicked instantly as friends. Your charisma and energy contrasted so well with his patience and tranquillity. He wasn’t much of a talker but with you around, he didn’t need to do any talking. You both played together, went to school together. He smiled for the first time when he was with you on the school swings. And then laughed too, as you fell over. Deliberately of course. He assumed that laughing was taboo, that he couldn’t express himself in that way. He looked at you, and stopped but you told him it was okay. His laugh was beautiful. He had wanted to kiss you then and now that he’s older, he still does
  • He maintained a stealthy contact with you, careful that the boys don’t find out about you. The clan had a strict rule about relationships. They didn’t have time for girls (or boys). They were busy carrying out corrupt activities. But he couldn’t let go of you. Probably the only girl he ever loved
  • He hadn’t seen you in ten years, knowing that you shouldn’t see him now. He was so different. He was sure that his sinister actions would’ve had some effect on his appearance, that he didn’t want to see you
  • But one day he did. You were at the coffee shop, hurrying to get your coffee when you bumped into someone. That someone being entirely dressed in black. Pink hair peaked out from under his hood. When bowed and apologised, you recognised the voice. He looked at you from under the hood. “Taeyong?” You asked, smiling. His eyes widened at you, wanting to hide
  • You couldn’t help but stare at the beauty that sat in front of you. He looked everywhere but at you. His hair were a bright shade of pink and eyes wild. You only smiled at him, realising how much he’s grown up. From a shy, cute kid to a much more shy handsome adult. “How are you?” You asked, remembering that he didn’t talk much. He was awkward, trying to hide himself from you. He saw how much you had changed. You were such a beautiful young woman, hair much longer and face so much more mature. He had expected you to look different but you just sitting there snatched his breath away from him. He could still see the innocent face of the 11 year old and the same sweet smile and radiant eyes
  • You told Taeyong about yourself, your university. Upon asking him, he just gave you a vague answer. You stopped talking then. “I think I should leave,” you said standing up. He didn’t reply but just stared after you. As he saw you leave, he felt bad. He should’ve treated you with the same excitement as you treated him
  • So he called you the next day, asking you to star gaze with him. Typical Taeyong, choosing such a serene place to hang out. You met him on a hill that overlooked the city. He sat down next to you, looking so ethereal in the moonlight and the radiance rendered by the far off city lights
  • “You know, I prefer the city lights compared to the stars,” you said. He looked at you, confused. That night he kissed you. He wanted to so he leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. He had never felt so alive then, holding you in his arms the way he had always wanted to
  • He kept it all hidden from the boys and always sneaked out to meet you. He often came home bruised but you never questioned him. He got annoyed fairly easily ever since he was a kid
  • But one day the curiosity got the best of you when you saw his knuckles. “Taeyong,” you said, sitting close to him. He put a hand on your waist and pulled you closer. He was extra needy today, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. “I always wanted to ask you…what do you do? Why are you always injured? Why do you always cancel plans last minute?” He rested his head on your shoulder. Your heart beat was rapid, ready for him to burst or shout but he just lay on your shoulder, silent
  • “If I tell you, you’ll hate me and you’ll leave.” You held his hand and sighed
  • “I will never leave,” you said. He kissed your neck and pulled away
  • “I’m in a mafia. I do all sorts of bad things. I’m a bad person Y/N. I’ve killed, I smoke, I’ve smuggled stuff. I don’t deserve you Y/N” You leaned in and kissed him. His eyes were wet. “I had a hunch that you were up to no good,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t let him go. He was the only person who really understood you. “I love you,” you said. You laid him down on the couch. Sometimes words aren’t enough to express your love. Your kisses trailed down from his lips to your jawline and down to his neck. You both had had sex before but this was different. This time you were making love to him. You straddled him and caressed him, making him feel all sorts of things for you. The room was dimly lit by the lamp as you rode him, gently. His words, loving words, words of desperation were still fresh in your mind when you woke up the next morning
  • He finally told the clan that you were his girlfriend. They had some objections since love makes people weak. But they knew that all Taeyong needed was love. He was too hard on himself and needed someone to care for him
  • Taeyong smoked, drank, did everything bad. But you kept him sane, you gave him a reason to stay. You were really all he needed
13 Reasons Why Asks

13 reasons why - favourite book?

tapes - favourite song?

liberty high -  what was/is your school like?

basketball - play any sports?

hannah - ever been bullied before?

justin - how close are you and your best friend, how far would you go to protect them?

jessica - best party you’ve ever ben too?

alex - if you had one day to live, what would you do? what would you regret?

tyler - what are your hobbies? do you have any guilty pleasures?

courtney - sexual orientation?

marcus - if you could go on a date with a celebrant of your choice, who would you go with and why?

zach - what’s the nicest thing you’ve done for someone? what’s the nicest thing someone else has done for you?

ryan - dream career?

sheri - if you could bring anybody back from the dead, who would you bring?

clay - ever been in love?

bryce - if you were rich, what would you spend all your money on?

mr porter - do you want to get married? do you want to have kids? if so, how many? :)

jeff - ever been in an accident? ever broken any bones? (BTW, JEFF DESERVED BETTER)

tony - ever done something crazy and spontaneous? if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go? 


I just thought these were cute :3

I know its not midnight there yet but it is here & i couldn’t wait any longer to show you this. This day last month we were lucky enough to spend our 3 months together which was by far one of the best days of my life. Even though this month, for our 4 months we can’t be physically together, I put some of our pictures & videos that we were lucky enough to have taken together. I cant believe it has been 4 months already since I watched that youtube video. I’m not going to write a big long message here because ill say it to you when its actually going to be midnight there but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me so happy & I will always be forever grateful for you. HAPPY 4 MONTHS MY LOVE!💙 I love you so much!

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SCOTT & MITCH are professional singers. 

Musicians. 

Personalities.

They are trendsetters and tastemakers.

They are creators. Comedians. Writers. Producers.

They are artists in every way it means to be an artist.

Always inspired. Inspiring.

Dedicated.

And yet sometimes exhausted.

Occasionally damaged.

Less occasionally, broken.

 

There are long flights. There is sickness.

Anxiety.

Depression.

A work day once lasted 8 hours.

It now lasts 8 weeks. It now spans 35 cities. In multiple countries.

On multiple continents.

 

Families. Friends. Lovers.

They are all far away.

Not always just one flight. Hardly ever just one day.

Birthdays are missed.

Thanksgivings and Christmases are compromised.

Relationships are compromised.

Destroyed.

Relatives pass away.

Friends give birth.

Life goes on. Work goes on.

 

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SCOTT & MITCH are award-winning singers and composers.

They are platinum-selling, globally recognized recording artists.

They write songs that they perform in front of many thousands of fans.

Friends.

Family.

They create content in purposeful and impressive quantity and quality. It doesn’t only entertain.

It motivates.

It inspires.

 

There is laughter on long flights.

There is empathy through sickness.

A calming counterpart through anxiety.

Consolation and hope through depression.

There was once a notion that work was what you did between sleep and fun and now work is the thing you share with your best friend.

And a work day no longer lasts 8 hours.

Sometimes it lasts 8 weeks.

And spans 35 cities.

Occasionally in multiple countries.

On multiple continents.

 

Families.

Friends.

Lovers.

They are all far away, but no one is ever closer than your best friend. Never more than one hotel room away.

One bunk on the tour bus.

One armrest on the airplane.

Birthdays are never spent alone.

Relationships end and they are mourned together.

Relatives pass away and you cry on your best friend’s shoulder.

You share photos of your friends’ children.

New nieces and nephews.

Graduations.

Reunions.

Anniversaries.

Weddings.

You are homesick together and together you always feel at home.


finally, Ginny thinks, finally

  • it starts their seventh year and despite knowing things long before anyone else, Luna Lovegood is quite oblivious
  • Ginny supposes it’s why her and Harry get along so well
  • which is of course why Luna has no idea that Ginny is utterly in love with her, and has been for quite some time now
  • Ginny pines and flirts and gets Too Close, but Luna just assumes that’s what having a best friend is, it’s not as if she’s ever had one before
  • Luna assumes that paying too much attention to the way someone’s eyes look when they’re laughing, or how much their hair curls at the ends is just what best friends do
  • because she doesn’t know any better
  • in seventh year Ginny throws herself into quidditch
  • partly to distract herself from how badly she wants to kiss Luna, partly because it’s the only way she feels free from the burden of war memories
  • Luna likes to meet her outside the locker rooms so they can walk together
  • and one day Ginny is taking far too long and Luna is bored so she goes inside to investigate
  • everyone else has left and Luna can hear the sound of her best friend’s lilting voice from around the corner
  • so she goes to find her and
  • Oh
  • Ginny is just wearing a sports bra and shorts and she has muscles??
  • and she’s glittering from a recent shower and there’s a smile on her face that is doing things to Luna’s body
  • Luna’s panicking because what is going on and why can’t she move or speak
  • Ginny turns and Luna is staring? At her?
  • And of course the first thing Ginny thinks is finally and she moves far Too Close again
  • except this time Luna notices, and this time Luna is far too flustered by it, Luna may be odd but she has never ever been speechless before
  • and Ginny is touching her face and asking if this is okay and all Luna can do is nod and eagerly pull Ginny’s lips towards hers

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for someone just starting to grow plants for the first time ever? I live on my own now and I finally can ^_^

I’m going to treat this as a distillation of dozens of similar asks I got so far, all of which I’ve been postponing, telling myself “gotta write horticulture 101 one of those days.” And of course it took me literally years to do it.

💚 💚 💚  HOW TO GROW YOUR OWN HERBS (SUCCESSFULLY)  💚 💚 💚

(read on my main blog)

Oh and congrats on your own place, anon! That’s one of the best things there can be.

The Birds and the Bees (Jughead x Reader)

Imagine: You’re hopelessly in love with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. When the subject of physical intimacy comes up one day with your best friends, you find yourself afraid and in doubt.


Saturdays were one of your favorite days of the week.

Veronica would pull up in her luxury car and take you and Betty to the Galleria outside of town. You both would follow her around as she surveyed the newest imports and replenished her gorgeous wardrobe, talking and laughing the whole time. The wares of the Galleria were far above anything you could ever afford with your minimum-wage income, but you adored the two girls you would spend the day with.

Veronica always had the best gossip. Mostly passed along from Kevin, who refused to join (”I will not play into that gay stereotype!”), Veronica always had stories ranging from the scary to the scandalous to the just plain hilarious.

“And the cross-country team caught her getting it up the ass on a stump in the woods!” Veronica said, laughing over her kale smoothie.

“Ronnie!” Betty scolded, face red. You could tell she was suppressing laughter as well, sipping on her strawberry smoothie.

Anyway,” Veronica said, slapping her hands on the patio table in finality. “What about you, (Y/N)?” She grinned devilishly.

“Got any good sex stories yet?”

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3.9.4 - Monty de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “Maybe a monty fan fic where monty and y/n have been besties since birth and he loves her but she’s dating jeff, since both of them play baseball.”            

A/N: I worked on the premise that they are 16/17. I’m pretty sure this is definitely not what you envisioned and it’s not what i did either, i kinda hate it. lol. I left the ending unclear in case i decide it needs serious editing.

3rd September 2004

A small freckled boy and a lonely shy girl make eye contact at their first day of school.

“Mommy says if someone looks nice I should talk to them” He said as he tapped her on the shoulder rather aggressively.

“My mommy says that too! Will you be my best friend? Mommy said I might meet one of those today!”

“For ever and ever and ever!”

6th January 2006

“Montgomery look at my snowman!”

The boy sulked noticing hers was far superior.

“I’ll help you with yours Montgomery.” She placed her mitten clad hands into his. “That’s what friends are for.”

9th September 2014

“Happy Birthday to my favourite person in the whole entire world.” She ran up from behind him holding a small home-made cake, which read; ‘Happy 15th Montgomery’

“Now, you know how much I appreciate the gesture, and how much i love cake, and you, but what have I said about continuously calling me my full name now that we’re in high school?” He took the cake.

“Don’t be such a teenager, Mont. Just because you’re now older than me.”

“Exactly. It means I get to boss you around.”

“We both know that’s never going to happen.”

22nd June 2016

“MONTGOmERY!! MONTGOMErYYYY!!” She yelled as she ran through the corridors, pushing people who were in her way.

“Monty!” She panted, flying into the boy with force.

“What?”

“Guess what?”

He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“NO. You have to guess.” She jumped up and down.

“Fine. You got an A?”

“Hell no, who do you think i am? Try again.”

“They finally made Pluto a planet again?”

“Monty! Keep up.” She pushed him.

“Well you haven’t given me any clues whatso-”

“Fine. FINE. I can’t wait any longer I’ll have to tell you. JEFF ATKINS ASKED ME ON A DATE!!”

Monty often thought this was one of the worst days of his life, the knife cut deep and sharp.

“Oh.” He pretended to put something away in his locker in order to hide his expression.

“Mont you’re my best friend, I expected you to be a bit more…animated.” Her face fell.

“I am really happy for you, it’s just, I just remembered that I have a chemistry exam next. Oops.”

Monty wasn’t sure how he could bear to see the girl he loved with the boy who had everything.

June 2017(now)

Montgomery and Y/N. Y/N and Montgomery. However you said it, it just sounded right. The two were inseparable, and when Monty threw a fit, which, really,  was a lot, the only person he would even consider looking at was Y/N. She was his rock, and he was stupidly in love with her.

The problem was, she was dating his friend, Jeff. A guy she’d crushed on since freshman year. He had the hearts of everyone in school, he could pick anyone, but he’d decided to choose the one girl Monty even glanced at. Of course, he didn’t blame him, Jeff had no idea how his friend felt about Y/N, and well, she was perfect, but it still stung. What was worse was that being the best friend, he was constantly hearing about how fantastic Jeff was, and how different they were.

He often wished to be more like Jeff, but his temper decided to show its ugly horns and take him right back to thinking it was never possible.

“Does my anger scare you?” He asked her as they sat on the school field making history notes.

“What?” The question seemed to catch her off guard and she lost herself for a second. “Of course not Mont. You know I’m not scared of you.”

“You hesitated. You’re scared.” He clenched his jaw and turned his head to the grass.

“No, I’m not, you just surprised me because I wasn’t expecting it. I promise you.” She placed her hand over his own, smiling gently. He shook his head in the direction of the school.

“Jeff’s coming.” Her expression when he mentioned his name did a complete 180. She was grinning so much he thought maybe her cheeks ached.

“Jeff!” She waved at him, standing to greet him. He pulled her in for a kiss. Monty averted his eyes.

“Oh, sorry for the PDA man.” Jeff chuckled, coming to sit next to him, Y/N returning to her spot.

“Yeah keep it in private.” He nodded. Y/N glanced at Jeff with an amused expression. Montgomery decided he would ignore the exchanged glances at his expense.

—–

“You look pissed. I mean you always do, but more so than usual.” She stated. They were sat on her bed watching a movie. “You know I’m always here…”

“Oh look, she’s an observer now.” He mocked. He began to realise how bothered he was getting at her presence. It was a struggle having her around nowadays knowing how un-reciprocated his feelings were, and how he could never confess. Her compassionate and caring nature was making everything worse.

“Don’t be a dick Monty. I just wanted to know what was wrong so I could help you. But whatever.”

So he decided to push her away in the only way Monty knew.

“Don’t bother trying. You never could help and you’ll never be able to.” Monty could see that this was hurting her, but for some reason he kept going. “I don’t know how you haven’t realised yet that I’m broken beyond repair and you’re just another fucking pile of salt adding to my wound.”

“Monty stop?! Where is this coming from? You don’t really mean this.” Tears were brimming at her eyes. Why was he being like this? Where had this come from?

“Yes I fucking do.” He spat, staring off into the TV screen.

“Right. Fine. If I’m such a fucking hindrance to you then I’m leaving.” She stood up and collected her things. “Don’t expect me to be back. Ever.” The door slammed with force.

Once she was out the door he realised what a mistake he’d made.

“Fuck. Y/N WAIT!!” He ran to the door, but all he saw was her car driving away.

—–

47 texts. 30 missed calls. Those were the stats on Y/N’s phone under Montgomery’s contact. She knew he snapped. He had always had anger issues, but this hurt her and she didn’t need to be made to feel like that by her best friend.

“He’ll come around, babe.” Jeff rubbed her back.

“He’s already tried. Twice in the past week. My mum is worried something’s happened between us.” She rolled her eyes.

“I can try and talk to him again.”

“No, Jeff. He needs to know I’m serious about this. He can’t just treat me like shit because I’ve dealt with him the longest.”

“Okay, you know I’m always here. He always has been a little… tetchy.”

“I know I’m angry at him, but he’s still my best friend.”

Truthfully, she already missed him.

—–

Knock, knock.

Not a-fucking-gain. She internally groaned.

This time she would open the door and tell him to fuck off. He’d made his bed, now he should lay in it. She was the only one home, so she ran down to open the door.

“Y/N!” He was haggard. His eyes told her that he hadn’t slept a wink since their disagreement, and his hair was limp and greasy. It was evident that he was surprised that she’d opened the door.

“Fuck. Off.” She began to pull the door up but Monty held it open.

“Wait! Please. Just hear me out.” He pleaded.

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t, really. But you will because you’re kind, and caring, and you think everyone deserves a second chance.”

“You know me too well, shoot.”

“Okay, so, there is NO excuse for what I said to you, I know. This isn’t a justification, it’s an explanation. You know I have anger problems, and that is part of it, but most of it is something I’ve tried to hide for so long now.”

She looked concerned, pulling her arms into herself.

“I’m hoping after I tell you this we can go back to normal, just ignore it ever happened. Don’t worry though, I’m not counting on it. Okay… so….” he breathed heavily. He was finally going to tell his best friend of 13 years that he was pathetically in love with her.

“I am majorly, stupidly, pathetically, in love with you Y/N L/N. In love, not just ’I love you as my best friend’. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just couldn’t deceive you any longer.” He stood twiddling his thumbs while she watched in shock. It felt like eons went by.

“Okay. That’s all. Thanks for hearing me out.” He turned and made his way down her road, his head spinning, but feeling a weight off his shoulder. He’d done something he’d never expected of himself. Maybe he’d ruined the best thing he’d ever had in his life, but it was too late now.

Something tugged his arm and turned him. It was Y/N. Her eyes were speckled with tears as they looked up at his.

Worth The Risk {Part 14} - Final Chapter!

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13

Word Count: 2318
Warnings: none! Just some well deserved fluff ;)

Originally posted by seabasschino

“You’re lucky him and Wanda thought you two were cute.”

You froze, eyes widening as you stared at Sam in horror before letting them flicker up towards your friend.

Bucky had stopped as well, his spoon full of cereal held midair. 

Usually you ignored Sam’s unwanted comments, but this time the words slipped out of your mouth before you could even think them through.

“Fuck off, birdbrain.”

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Prompt Requests!

Hey guys I got super bored so here is a prompt list, I don’t have any time limits for this one so just request them if you want whenever! Also feel free to use these for you’re own blogs!

1. Go to hell”
2. “Fuck You”
3. "Fuck me!”
4. “Fuck”
5. "I’m so happy I could kiss you”
6. "Forever?” …"Forever!”
7. "Sorry I’m late”
8. "I’m so sorry…”
9. "Why me?”
10. "Stop it!”
11. "Don’t you dare!”
12. "Truth or Dare?’
13. "Do you trust me?” …"Always”
14. "Don’t you trust me?”
15. "What? Didn’t see that coming?”
16. "Please come home safe…”
17. "I can’t lose you, Not again…”
18. "Take it out on me…”
19. "What happened?”
20. "Have you been crying?”
21. "I always know”
22. "It’s midnight, what do you want?”
23. "Kiss me”
24. "Why?”
25. ”Son of a bitch”
26. "How are you?”
27. "Where have you been?”
28. "I swear”
29. "You don’t need to be demanding”
30. "I need a strong drink and some pain killers”
31. "This is the end, isn’t it?”
32. "I miss you”
33. "See you at home”
34. "You, me, bed now”
35. "Care to explain?”
36. "Can we please_____”
37. "For the love of god”
38. "We can never catch a break can we?”
39. "Now, where’s the fun in that?”
40. "Do me a favour? Stand back.”
41. "Stand down”
42. "Hold me”
43. "You better hope my mom doesn’t find out”
44. "Where are we?”
45. "Did you even look at a map?”
46. "Hallelujah”
47. "Is that blood?”
48. “Do you want me to leave?”
49. "I swear it won’t happen again.”
50. "I’m not jealous.”
51. "You can’t keep doing this.”
52. "I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
53. "You can’t die. Please don’t die.”
54. "You did what?!”
55. "Were you ever going to tell me?”
56. "Don’t ask me that.”
57. "Say it!”
58. "I could kiss you right now!”
59. "Are you still awake…?”
60. "Excuse you?”
61. "This is all your fault!”
62. "I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
63. "I could kill you right now!”
64. "Just admit I’m right.”
65. "That doesn’t even make sense.”
66. "That’s irrational.”
67. "Just pretend to be my date.”
68. "Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”
69. "When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”
70. "I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”
71. "I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”
72. "That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”
73. "It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
74. "Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”
75. "You weren’t supposed to laugh!”
76. "This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
77. "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
78. "Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
79. "Did I say that out loud?”
80. "Do you think you could have loved me?”
81. "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
82. "How long have you been standing there?”
83. "Have I ever lied to you?”
84. "Have you lost your fucking mind?”
85. "I am not losing you again!”
86. "I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
87. "When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”
88. "I made a mistake.”
89. "I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
90. "I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
91. "I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”
92. "I’m not good enough for you.”
93. "I fell in love with my best friend.”
94. "I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
95. "I’m up to the challenge.”
96. "I’m yours.”
97. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
98. "If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!”
99. "It’s okay to cry…”
100. "Talk to me.”
101. "Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
102. "Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”
103. "Well, this is where I live.”
104. "What are you afraid of?”
105. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”
106. "You deserve so much better.”
107. "You don’t have to stay.”
108. "You don’t know you the way I do.”
109. "You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
110. "You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
111. "You shouldn’t have even been there!”
112. "You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
113. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
114. "Teach me?”
115. "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”
116. "Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”
117. "Just once.”
118. "I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
119. "It’s not what it looks like.”
120. "I got you a present.”
121. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
122. "See, now, what that so bad?”
123. “You’re the best part of me.”
124. "I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
125. "Can I hold your hand?”
126. "It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
127. "What time is it?”
128. "Just wait a second.”
129. "Here, let me.”
130. "You’re so cute when you pout like that.”
131. "I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”
132. "This isn’t gonna end well!”
133. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
134. "Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!”
135. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”
136. "Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
137. "You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
138. "For some reason I’m attracted to you.”
139. "I am not losing you again.”
140. "Why don’t they just kiss already?”
141. Why do you keep pushing me away?”
142. "I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”
143. I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.”
144. "Don’t fucking touch me!”
145. "Are you really taking his side against me?”
146. "Wait a second are you jealous?”
147. "I wish I could hate you.”
148. "Come over here and make me.”
149. "This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
150. "You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
151. "I thought you were dead.”
152. "This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”
153. "I love you, you asshole.”
154. "You did this for me?”
155. "You can’t protect me.”
156. "You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.”
157. "I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
158. "The way you flirt is shameful/shameless.”
159. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”
160. "Go then, leave! See if I care!”
161. "You braided his hair?”
162. "Have you lost your damn mind?!”
163. "Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”
164. "I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”
165. Am I supposed to be scared of you?”
166. "Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?”
167. "If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”
168. "You’re hiding something from me.”
169. "You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”
170. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
171. "Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”
172. "Man, you are a dream come true.”
173. "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
174. "I made a mistake.”
175. "H-How long have you been standing there?”
176. "Is the skirt is supposed to be this short?”
177. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”
178. "Please, don’t give up on me.”
179. "When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”
180. "Those things you said in there… Did you mean them?”
181. "I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”
182. "Who gave you that black eye?!”
183. "What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
184. "I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
185. "It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”
186. "You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.
187. "I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”
188. "You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
189. "If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”
190. "Don’t you dare say you love me!”
191. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”
192. "I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
193. "Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.”
194. "enjoying the view?”
195. "go on, just leave! that’s what everyone does anyway.”
196. "who did this to you?”
197. "that’s a bad idea.”"name a better idea, then.”
198. "quick, kiss me.”
199. "you’re such a distraction.”
200. "i’m doing this to protect you.”
201. "get the fuck back to sleep, (y/n).”
202. "we’re not dating— ugh whatever.”
203. "i can’t let anything happen to you.”
204. "i leave for just a minute and this happens!”
205. "what? i thought you two were a thing.”

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.

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In the Rough

(based on this) part 1 (you are here), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7



There’s a lot about Mari that Yuuri loves. In fact, he’d go so far as to say that he loves his sister more than almost anyone else, except maybe his parents. Despite their six year age difference, neither of them have ever had any other kids to really interact with. As such, each of them were the other’s best and only friend. But the fact has always remained that Mari is older than Yuuri. One day, he’s always known, she will be the queen of Yutopia. What he didn’t expect was for that day to come so quickly, or have such a profound effect on their relationship.

It was gradual at first: Mari turning him away from her door when he asks her to help him with his studies, Mari spending more and more time in the library with her own when she was never the best of students before, Mari lashing out at him when he actually gets the courage to press for her attention occasionally. Time and again, Mother assures him that it’s just the responsibility of being the crown princess that’s weighing on her. Still, Yuuri can’t help if he’s lonely.

That’s what led to this.

“Not now, Yuuri.” Mari is sounding increasingly irritated with him, but he can’t really seem to stop himself. It’s been months since they’ve had a proper conversation.

“It will only take a minute, I promise!”

“I don’t have a minute!” she finally snaps, rounding on him. “I don’t have a minute to myself because the coronation is so soon. What on earth makes you think that I have time to spare for you? Don’t be such a clingy child!”

Yuuri silently curses the way his eyes well up with tears. “I… Excuse me.”

“Yuuri, wait. I didn’t mean–” He can hear her calling out to his back, but the words don’t really register.

Being too overbearing has always been Yuuri’s biggest fear; he’s emotional and soft in a way that no self-respecting royal should ever be. Mari knows this, and used it against him. He really must be too much if she of all people is telling him so. He can just leave her alone until after the coronation. Maybe longer, if it looks like she’s feeling too overwhelmed by his presence. He has an outfit that he uses sometimes when palace life is too much for him and he sneaks out to go to town. He can use that to sneak out. He can take a horse, a sword, and some money, and hide out somewhere until everything blows over in a couple of months.

It doesn’t take Yuuri long to slip past the guards and get off the castle grounds. He’s done it countless times before, once even smuggling Prince Phichit out with him. He slips out the back way, through the forest. Everyone in town knows his face, and most of his subjects do too; it will be best to avoid people for a while.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that he’s brave enough to stray from the path. The woods between this and the next kingdom are deep, and more than one traveller has gotten lost within them, or attacked by robbers. If his maps are right, he’ll be able to get to the next kingdom within a fortnight.

Sleeping on the forest floor is irritating, but hardly anything new; this isn’t the first time that Yuuri has disappeared for a few days, even if it’s the first time that he’s planning on leaving the kingdom without permission. By the eighth day, Yuuri’s rations are beginning to get a bit low. He’s grimy, there are leaves and twigs in his hair, and his ratty cloak is rattier than ever. Still, he doesn’t turn back. At this point, going home would create more distress than it would relieve. If need be, he can just… kill a rabbit or something. There’s a stream less than ten minutes from the path, and making a fire is no problem. He can make it to the next kingdom.

The sound of a carriage jolts him out of his thoughts. He darts back into the trees, hiding in a bush. He still hasn’t crossed the Yutopia border, so it’s possible– probable, even –that the driver of that carriage knows who Yuuri is. As the carriage draws closer, Yuuri can make out little details that start to change his mind. Its blue, for one thing, and only a single carriage; most trader caravans are made up of several plain wagons with faded paint.

Yuuri hears rustling behind him. In less than a second, the quiet rustling becomes shouting. Bandits. Seven men attack the carriage from all sides, one even jumping from a tree to land on top of the carriage. Yuuri doesn’t even realize that he’s drawing his sword until it’s already out.

The door to the carriage flies open and two men– one man and one boy, really, no more than thirteen –jump out, weapons drawn and ready. The boy shouts something that sounds like “Stay the fuck there or I’m telling Dad,” but Yuuri can’t focus too much on him. He’s taken down one of the robbers, but there’s another one coming at him.

It takes the three of them nearly twenty minutes to knock out all of the robbers, and when they do, they’re panting.

“Thank you for the help.” The dark-haired man from the carriage holds out his hand for Yuuri to shake. “We might not have made it without you.”

“It–It was nothing, really.” Yuuri holds up his hands, as if that will deflect the praise. “I was just trying to help. Anyone would have done the same.”

“Tch.” The boy sheaths his sword. Now that Yuuri has a chance to look at him, he’s amazed. The boy is beautiful, almost fairy-like, but he fights like a demon. He’s also dressed like a royal. “At least you didn’t get in the way.”

Yuuri doesn’t quite know how to respond to that, but as it turns out, he doesn’t have to. There’s a laugh from inside the carriage and someone else exits. This man is definitely a royal, and it’s possible that he’s even more beautiful than the boy. They must be related, with their strangely colored hair and eyes.

“That’s high praise coming from you, Yuratchka.” The man looks Yuuri up and down, and Yuuri has to force himself not to blush. “I’ve decided. He’ll be my new bodyguard. I’ve been needing a new one, and I can’t bear to see my beloved younger brother fight on my behalf anymore.”

The man swoons dramatically, but it looks like he’s actually about to fall. Neither of his companions make a move to catch him, and neither does the driver, a woman with bright, fiery red hair. Yuuri is there before he knows it, catching the man before he can actually fall to the ground.

He finds himself looking into the most piercing pair of eyes that he’s ever seen. His eyes inexplicably heat up and Yuuri can tell that if he looks for too long, he’ll be overwhelmed; those eyes can see straight into his soul.

“Be careful,” Yuuri manages.

The man flicks a piece of silver hair out of his eyes and smiles, standing up straight. “Yes, he’ll do nicely. I’m keeping him.”

He ends up on the floor a second later anyway, courtesy of the flying kick that the boy– his younger brother, Yuuri reasons –aims at his back. “Don’t just assume that some random man in the forest is trustworthy enough to be your bodyguard! Think this through, old man!”

“I’m only twenty two,” the man pouts from the ground. “You’re so mean, Yuratchka. Besides, he saved my life, and he doesn’t seem to have anywhere to go. Dad will allow it.”

Yuratchka rolls his eyes and walks over to the carriage. “Whatever. You might want to ask him what his name is before you ask him to risk his life for you though.”

The door slams and Yuuri is still a little confused. The man is still on the ground, the dark haired man from earlier is sheathing his sword without a care in the world, apparently used to this sort of behavior.

“He has a point!” Silver-Haired Man bounces up and picks the twigs out of his hair. “If you’re my new bodyguard, I must know your name.”

“Yuuri,” he says without thinking. Then he realizes that giving his true last name could be a very bad idea. “Yuuri… Nishigori.”

Silver-Haired Man introduces himself as Victor Nikiforov, the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom. The fairy-like boy with the foul mouth is indeed his brother, Prince Yuri. The other man is Georgi Popovich, Yuri’s personal bodyguard, and their driver is called Mila. The four of them have apparently been travelling together nearly all of Yuri’s life.

The reality of what he’s just inadvertently agreed to doesn’t hit until he’s sitting in the carriage with them later: he’s agreed to become the personal bodyguard to the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom, who would no doubt know his name but not his face. Yuuri can’t help but wonder how he’s going to get himself out of this one without causing himself and everyone around him massive embarrassment.

Luckily, he has several months to come up with a solution.

Another

Summary: You and Bucky watch your daughter play at school
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Other Characters: The Avengers, OFC Justice Barnes,
Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff. 
Word counting: 310 words.

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Shh.” Bucky said to you when you giggled in happiness.

You daughter was on the stage, participating as one of the three girls in love with Gaston in the Beauty and the Beast school play.

Justice was only 5, but already knew she wanted to be an actress. In this play she didn’t have many lines – actually, she didn’t have any –, but was Belle’s substitute, and Bucky was proudly filming her short performance.

“What?” You mouthed to him.

“The camera.” He rolled his eyes. “Shh.”

You shook your head, looking back at the stage in time to see your little girl sighing at the boy who played Gaston.

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