can it please be christmas time now

Don’t lose hope.

To the people who can’t attend the RP3 tour. 
To the people who can’t attend PAX.
To the people who do attend but don’t get into the lines to meet their favourite Youtubers.

I’m so SO sorry. It’s heartbreaking. I know it is. It’s so hard to miss out and see the excitement flooding in from seemingly everyone else in the community.  

It’s utterly heartbreaking. I know. I’ve been there. 

It’s completely understandable to be jealous and disheartened. It’s so hard to bite back tears and offer congratulations to those who’ve achieved your dream without you. 

But don’t give up hope.  Please.  I never thought my time would come, but it did. Yours will too.  There are more tours coming. Markiplier tours, GG tours, JSE tours.  They’re coming. And there’s no knowing where they’ll be.  If you have to save your scraps to afford it, or wait until you’re old enough to go alone, you can still do it.  Don’t say it’ll never happen for you.  Start saving pennies now in case it does. You increase your chances of affording the unexpected.

There is always a chance. Always hope. A friend who unexpectedly helps you out. A parent who changes their mind. An early Christmas present. A tour on your doorstep.  There is hope.

The boys will be around for some time yet. Your time will come.  Don’t lose hope.  Please.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx


A Really Solid Plan
She’s Missing, Not Dead
Baking Mad
The Lovebird
Are You Jealous?
I Did The Dishes
Not Happy To See Me
We’re Gonna Die, Now You Tell Me?
Can We Please…
If You Wanted To See Me Naked…
The Winning Shot
Heart Rate Increases
What Do You Want For Christmas…
It’s A Contest
She Looks Great
My Favourite Kind Of Person…
Confessions Of A Drunk Assassin
On Your Fingers
I Swooped In
In My Time Of Dying
The Dreaded Day
A New Perspective
Happy Un-Birthday
A Good Day For Love To Die
A Red Rose
I Know…
Start Of Something Good
Family Matters | Wedding Jitters
“I Cut My Own Bangs…”
“I Didn’t Like That One Anyway”
Engraved Into Me
I Saw An Angel |Muffin|
Minor Trust Issues |Part Two|
Whipped Soldier
“Never procreate, Please, Don’t”
There’s a Knife
“Do These Look…”
You Yelling Is Terrifying
Belt Loops
I Want Food
Time To Celebrate
I Miss Her Too |Daughter| Reader
Drive Thru Hell
They Were Neato
A Change In Time - Written by Lucy
The Way Things Were - Written by Lucy
The Dinner Date - Written by Lucy
Picky Princess


Simple Delights (Part Two - not posted) NSFW
For The First Time NSFW
The Librarian NSFW


I Never Forgot You
Chapter One |Two| |Three| |Four| |Five| |Six| |Seven| |Eight| |Nine|

Bucky Watches Supernatural
My Blood Valentine| Part Two

Love Has No Height Restrictions
Chapter One

Bucky’s Girl
Chapter One | Chapter Two| Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Steve’s Little Sister
Chapter One | 

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
P.S. I Love You |

  Alternate “You”niverse Masterlist  // Headcanon Masterlist // Imagines Masterlist // The Walking Dead Masterlist // Lance Tucker Masterlist // Riverdale Masterlist

brandnewsoundsinmymind  asked:

Oh my god yes. Enemies to friends to loves is my all time favourite trope i am so here for this i love it. Can I ask for "You come to the restaurant I work at and choose me as your waiter(ess) every time just to annoy me and I can’t do anything in retribution or I’ll get fired AU" or "Just got caught under the mistletoe with my arch-nemesis and now everything is slow changing between us AU"? Pretty please? ilu goodbye

This is my completely inappropriate Christmas-in-March fic!

– –

“Move it,” Steve says, trying to shove past Bucky from Marketing.

“Jeez,” Bucky from Marketing says. “The eggnog will keep.”

Steve shoots Bucky from Marketing a look over his glasses. “You’re standing in the middle of the doorway,” he says. “You’ve been standing in the middle of the doorway for eight minutes.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Bucky from Marketing mutters.

And,” Steve continues, refusing to be silenced, “I’ve been trying to get by but you’ve been ignoring me.”

“So go by,” Bucky from Marketing says, rolling his eyes.

“You. Are. In. The. Way.” Steve spits.

“I. Am. Not. Moving.” Bucky from Marketing responds, in turn.

Fine,” Steve says, pushing again, which would probably be more effective if Steve weren’t barely hitting five-four and if Bucky from Marketing didn’t work out so much (which Steve only knows because he comes into work with his sweaty gym bag).

And that’s when he hears Darcy from Accounting go, “OOOOOOOOOH.” He looks up, but it’s too late. Half the party is looking at him and Bucky from Marketing. “We got two losers underneath the mistletoe!”

Steve looks up at Bucky from Marketing, who is looking down at him and…

Is blushing. Like, a lot.

Bucky from Marketing’s jaw twitches. “Can it, Darcy,” he says, eyes darting over to Darcy from Accounting, then back down to Steve. “So, uh, you, uh…”

He’s a stuttering mess, and Steve frowns. “Is the idea of kissing me really that bad?” he asks.

“What?” Bucky from Marketing asks, voice cracking a little. “No!”

“Then kiss me,” Steve says, putting a hand on his hip. “I mean, having this mistletoe at an office party is a ridiculous notion, but whatever. It’s fine. Kiss me.”

Bucky from Marketing just sort of gapes.

“Fine,” Steve says, “then I’ll do it.”

And then he goes up on his tiptoes and does.

Bucky from Marketing is tense, so Steve doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He kisses him, waits a few seconds, then pulls away. “There,” he says. “Hope that wasn’t too painful for you.”

“No, not… It wasn’t painful, not at all! But I, uh, gotta, uh, I gotta go over there,” Bucky from Marketing says, then practically leaps out of the doorway and towards Natasha from Sales at the other end of the room.

“The fuck?” Steve asks.

Darcy from Accounting saunters up to Steve and gives him a high-five. “Hell yeah,” she says. “Look at you!”

“Uh, thanks?” Steve says.

“So, are you in love? Are you gonna get married? Have little Barnes-Rogerses bouncing around the living room?” she asks.

“Don’t think so,” Steve says. “He didn’t seem too interested.”

Darcy from Accounting raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “You’re joking, right?” she asks. Steve doesn’t bother responding, just gives her an impressed look. “He’s been pining after you since last quarter, maybe even before that. I think he was waiting under there in the hopes that you’d come by and he could sweep you off your tiny, Chuck Taylor-clad feet.”

“You’re joking,” Steve says.

She shrugs. “Better ask him,” she says in a sing-song voice.

Out of morbid curiosity, Steve looks over to where Bucky from Marketing and Natasha from Sales are standing, talking to each other with a sort of intense, quiet urgency. He watches them for a second, then nearly flinches when Bucky from Marketing looks his way. He’s still blushing.

Normally, Steve would look away, but this time he doesn’t. Instead, he smiles.

Looking almost confused, Bucky from Marketing smiles back.

“Well,” Steve says, “I guess I could use someone to get me a glass of eggnog, and Bucky is standing close to the buffet.”

“That’s the spirit,” Darcy from Accounting says. “And a true Christmas miracle.”

“I’m an atheist,” Steve says.

“It’s the spirit of the thing!” Darcy from Accounting argues.

“Fine,” Steve says, heading towards the eggnog and Bucky from Mar—

And Bucky Barnes.


Note: This was not requested. I just wanted to do a Twitter thing. I hope you enjoy.

Wordcount: 1108

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: A bit of swearing (??) Also this is unedited because I have no surplus energy in life.

Originally posted by neighborhoodz

February 12 / 12:30


So, @Y/N said in an interview, that she has a celebrity crush. Is that by any chance @DaveedDiggs?


Because that would be really cute and they should totally date.


Just saying, I support @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs dating.

February 20 / 23:02

So, a little birdie told informed me that you indeed do have a crush on @DaveedDiggs – Is that true, @Y/N?

Talking to @TheEllenShow today was great. Got to talk about my book and we talked a bit about celebrity crushes. Btw @RafaelCasal I still won’t tell you who my celebrity crush is.

I’ll get it out of you at some point @Y/N just you wait.

February 21 / 10:05

Working on a secret project with @Y/N you guys are going to love it.

@DaveedDiggs @Y/N Oh, really? Is that project called a relationship?

@Y/N Who invited @RafaelCasal?

@DaveedDiggs No idea. Maybe we should just go out alone tonight and ignore him?

@DaveedDiggs @Y/N If you two are going on a date you are more than welcome to go alone.

@RafaelCasal is officially a dick.

February 21 / 15:04

Last night was amazing. Had a great time with @DaveedDiggs and @RafaelCasal

Had a great night with @Y/N and @RafaelCasal last night. @RafaelCasal is still a dick, though.

Last night was amazing. @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs still aren’t dating, though.

March 3 / 12:00

Our secret project is finally out. Had a lot of fun working with the amazing @DaveedDiggs and the rest of clipping. Check it out on @clppng ‘s Youtube.

Check out @clppng ‘s new track featuring the lovely @Y/N over on our Youtube channel.

@DaveedDiggs @Y/N Are you two flirting?

 March 5 / 20:34

The music video for our former secret project is now out! – Head over to @clppng ‘s channel on Youtube to check it out

Check out @clppng and @Y/N ‘s music video out on Youtube. It’s amazing!

Had a great time working with lovely @Y/N during the last couple of months. Hoping to get to work to something again soon.

March 14 / 13:12

@DaveedDiggs If you tell us your celebrity crush, I’ll tell you mine?

@Y/N I’m in.

@DaveedDiggs You first.

@Y/N Cute. But no. You were the one who wanted to do this.

@DaveedDiggs Not going to happen.

@Y/N Too bad. Guess we’ll never know then.

March 17 / 16:31

Revealing my celebrity crush tonight in an interview with @FallonTonight on @NBC be sure to check it out. It’s your turn now @DaveedDiggs

March 18 / 09:00

Apparently, @Y/N revealed last night on @FallonTonight that I am her celeb crush. So, guess it’s my turn then. My celeb crush is @Y/N

March 30 / 19:12

@DaveedDiggs @Y/N So are you guys finally dating?

April 3 / 10:24

Had a great night out with @DaveedDiggs last night. Was fun meeting some of your guys, please don’t ever stop being so amazing supporters. <3

Going out for dinner last night with @Y/N was great, but meeting you guys with her was even better. Stay amazing.

@DaveedDiggs @Y/N Why was I not invited? ;)

@RafaelCasal I don’t know, maybe because you won’t shut up?

@RafaelCasal because you won’t shut that pretty mouth of yours.

@DaveedDiggs Your girlfriend is flirting with me.

April 7 / 12:14

It’s official! @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs shared their first kiss last night! Look it up, kids. I’m not lying!

I don’t care about anything else right now, Daveed fucking kissed her. Finally!

@Y/N @DaveedDiggs I am the best matchmaker, right?

April 10 / 21:39

Working on a new track with the love birds.

@RafaelCasal Who are the love birds? I thought you would be working with @DaveedDiggs and me.

@RafaelCasal @Y/N Yeah. I don’t know which love birds you are talking about, friend.

April 28 / 12:30

The new track featuring @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs is live on my Youtube channel now!

You heard the man. @RafaelCasal ‘s new track featuring @Y/N and I is live on his Youtube now.

You heard my boys. @RafaelCasal ‘s new track featuring @DaveedDiggs and I is live on his Youtube now. We won’t disappoint.

June 3 / 18:34

@Y/N @DaveedDiggs Why don’t you guys ever tweet each other anymore?

June 4 / 10:33

@RafaelCasal Because now I actually get to see her every day.

An important note might be that @DaveedDiggs and @Y/N finally moved in together and are officially dating. Have been dating unofficially since the release of their first song, though. Just thought you should know.

July 1 / 12:30

Going to Miami with @DaveedDiggs for the next two weeks. Take care of @RafaelCasal while we’re gone, please? He needs to be fed 3 times a day and you need to keep him hydrated.

@Y/N @DaveedDiggs I’ll stay full on your love.

July 14 / 04:30

@Y/N and I are Back in LA now. Heading to bed to get some sleep. Love you all.

September 3 / 10:32

Oh, how time flies. 6 months and I still love you just as much.

@Y/N Love you more.

@DaveedDiggs Oh, I wasn’t talking about you… I was talking about our track. But I love you too

December 18 / 21:22

So as you all probably know; Daveed is on tour and probably won’t make it home for Christmas.

December 21 / 20:29

@DaveedDiggs Can you just come home, please?


@Y/N I miss you too babe.

December 24 / 24:00

@Y/N Merry Christmas baby. Now, could you please let me in? It’s getting a bit cold out here.

So apparently @DaveedDiggs is back. Am I happy? Definitely. Merry Christmas to all of you.

March 3 / 12:10

Hey @Y/N ?

Hey, @DaveedDiggs ?

@Y/N Just wanted to let you know that it has been a year and I still love you just as much. Happy anniversary babe. <3

@DaveedDiggs I love you more. Happy anniversary. <3

@Y/N Can you come to the living room? I need to ask you something.

March 4 / 10:22

So… Apparently, my dude, my man @DaveedDiggs and I are getting married now

@Y/N @DaveedDiggs Was that what he wanted to ask you yesterday?

@RafaelCasal Yes?

@Y/N @DaveedDiggs I knew it! The mission was a success! I am officially the best matchmaker.

@RafaelCasal Get of your high horse, Rafa.

I am running this blog for pretty long time. It’s all year round Christmas blog and in the past few years we became a family! We all love Christmas and now you have the chance to make my Christmas special. We have 12 days till Christmas. 12 days to reach 100 000. Wouldn’t be amazing? Please, follow, reblog, share with your friends! I promise I will keep posting and helping you as much as I can all year round! I believe we have the power to do this! I love every single one of you! Happy holidays! You mean a lot to me!


Hogwarts! Seungkwan

anon requested: “i love your hogwarts scenarios! can you also do one for seungkwan? thank you!!”

  • all you have to do is imagine second year Seungkwan bouncing around the train
  • desperately searching for the “candy lady”
  • what an absolute cutie
  • until there’s suddenly a flaming wiggly shape in the horse carriage
  • freakin Boo Seungkwan at his finest acting like he’s kwon fire
  • a mess
  • at least he’s a cute mess
  • and his Hufflepuff self clinging to Vernon for help 
  • the both of them freaking out about an owl sized fire
  • “UM NO”
  • and it takes a whole 30 seconds for them to realize there’s also a water spell like smh lol
  • halfblood so like he knew the houses and stuff
  • even though he didn’t look it, very very nervous on sorting day
  • after all, he was like a small halfblood wizard from a small island with a long generations of Boos behind him
  • not to mention he was second
  • “gosh couldn’t there be more Ahns born in our year” he whispers to Vernon
  • to which the latter raises his hands above his head
  • “I’m a Chwe so..” 
  • and approximately 17 seconds after the hat touch his head, Boo Seungkwan was declared Hufflepuff 
  • now who said Hufflepuffs can’t be funny, sarcastic, and loud
  • no one never after hearing this kid
  • legit the class clown, everything he does will go down in history
  • like that one time he got dared to superglue the potions professor’s things to his desk
  • “WHO DID THIS HUH?” that one teacher who looks hilarious when mad, trying to pry the chalk off the desk
  • and Seungkwans that bright kid who giggles while raising his hand
  • though whining while cleaning everyday for the next month, but happily singing trot songs loudly 
  • not really ‘best in the class type’ haha
  • so some teachers actually lowkey dislike him but they don’t wanna get pranked so
  • he’s really the ‘im good in every class if i study and take notes but i fall asleep one day and im FREAKED’
  • to which he figured this out in his first year
  • him panicking, running through the school blindly looking for Vernon 
  • probably passing Vernon multiple times, who was just bopping his head to a song blasting through his head phones
  • but this is how he meets Joshua, 
  • leaning up against the common room wall panting when he feels a light tap on the shoulder and looks up into an eye smile
  • “are you okay?” 
  • Joshua’s sweet soul who spends the rest of the night tutoring him, but Joshua does not do people’s work 
  • and Joshua’s like the only tutor Seungkwan will ever have that doesn’t make him wanna pull his hair out 
  • or roast them
  • but honestly Seungkwan has the biggest heart ever 
  • Christmas is the best time of year and don’t argue with him on this unless you wanna BOX
  • extra af and wears a Santa Claus hat the entire month which all the teachers ignore
  • and the get up he comes up with this year
  • lots of people went home for the holidays but not Seungkwan as he lives far
  • so that Christmas morning at breakfast waltzes in proudly wearing a Santa onesie
  • with a sack thrown over shoulder, filled with gifts
  • and Vernon next to him dying of laughter
  • the entire hall clapping excitingly and giggling as Seungkwan spreads his arms out 
  • “ho ho ho” 
  • through all the excitement ,,, leaves the sack under the table too busy arguing with Vernon and Minghao about who won the pie eating competition
  • you happen to have slightly over slept that morning
  • completely forgetting it was Christmas morning too focused on food
  • until your eyes meet the brightly decorated hall walking to your Gryffindor table and sitting down
  • happily swinging your feet back and forth until you accidentally kick something
  • quickly realizing omg it’s Seungkwan bag from last year
  • you weren’t really close to him, maybe had a couple conversations, 
  • that one time you guys were dying of laughter in class bc you caught him trying to stick sticky notes on Vernon’s back
  • but that’s it
  • being kinda nosy you can’t help but peek
  • its so cute
  • the bag’s filled with okay wrapped boxes, in vibrant red, green, blue, and yellow
  • secretly you take something from your bag, add a note, and drop it in
  • smiling to yourself, you pick up the bag and head to the Hufflepuff common room, where you knew his group of friends were spending the morning together 
  • from overhearing a conversation of course, they aren’t the quietest people lol
  • thankfully your eyes meet a panicking Seungkwan and his friends in front of the entrance
  • “Heyyyy Seungkwan”
  • “Oh! y/n~” his expression immediately changes to a happy one
  • “Merry Christmas!” you laugh, handing him the sack, making him realize you had it
  • “Merr- YOU FOUND IT” 
  • he dramatically engulfs the sack into a hug making you giggle
  • “since it’s Christmas, i’ll let it slide, be more careful next time yeah?” you joke
  • he chuckles, “i will i will” 
  • he pauses, “oh? where are all your friends at?” 
  • tucking your hair behind your ears, you smile softly
  • “most of my friends went home for the holiday, and my one Slytherin friend,” you check your watch and laugh, 
  • “she’ll be sleeping for another three hours”
  • “omo omo omo, how SO, you shouldn’t spend Christmas morning all by yourself, do you wanna?” 
  • he turns back, unsure if he could invite a stranger 
  • before they can answer, you shake your head, “please Seungkwan, I’ll be fine” 
  • you grin at him, and feeling the holiday spirit, you give him a quick hug
  • “Merry Christmas you guys!” you call before skipping down the halls, 
  • not really thinking much of the hug, 
  • for now
  • “M-merry Christmas!!” he says after you 
  • Oh! y/n~” Soonyoung mimics as soon as your out of sight
  • “stopppppp,” Seungkwan whines, shoving Soonyoung’s arm
  • “does little Seungkwanie have a crush already?” 
  • “OMG~” 
  • “come someone help me shove the cuties under some mistletoe” 
  • “LALALALALA I DONT” he protests
  • they chuckle, but leave it at 
  • and it’s time to pass out gifts, 
  • Seungkwan taking them out of his sack, handing them to each of his 7 friends present
  • then taking the last gift out, he notices a tiny something left
  • peaking to see if anyone saw, he pretends it wasn’t there stuffs the “empty” sack behind him
  • until he’s alone in his room and curiously opens the sack
  • “woah” he finds two chocolate frogs and a note
  • ‘merry christmas seungkwan~ you always give people gifts, you deserve something too, thanks so much for always making history exciting hehe’
  • there he is sitting on his bed becoming shy with rosy cheeks all by himself
  • the next day
  • “VERNON” Seungkwan whisper yells, “what does y/n like?” 
  • “the heck?” he chuckles confused, “why?” 
  • shrugging not so casually, “just because” 
  • “wow the hyungs were just teasing, do you like her?” Vernon’s eyes budge out his sockets
  • he huffs, “nevermind” 
  • and walks away
  • while later that night, your walking upstairs 
  • “oh hey y/n! what do you like” 
  • you tilt your head at Vernon’s question
  • “why?” 
  • “uhhh just a friends asking” 
  • you quickly putting two and two together laugh, “i like chocolate frogs” 
  • the days go quickly and there’s one more day until class starts up again
  • so you and your friend decide to head to hogsmeade
  • just as you guys are about to step onto the carriage
  • “Y/n!” 
  • your head turns to meet a large group of guys, 
  • “can we get in?” Seungkwan asks grinning
  • nodding of course, you smile
  • the conversation between the two of you is full of laughter, while Vernon who came along with Seungkwan and your friend made the occasional comments
  • when they weren’t paying attention, your friend nudges you
  • “hey do you like Seungkwan?” she whispers 
  • your eyes widen, “no!” 
  • but that question rings through your ears for the rest of the ride
  • and somehow
  • “i wanna go to the candy store” Seungkwan says
  • “ah im gonna go get a butterbeer with the hyungs” 
  • “awe” 
  • your eyes shake between them
  • and having a wild imagination and being quick witted, you think amused
  • ‘did they plan this?’
  • “i’ll go” you say speaking up, but then checking with your friend about it
  • luckily she shrugs and says she has other friends she could meet before leaving
  • “i never said thanks for the chocolate frogs by the way!” 
  • “oh!” you laugh having pretty much forgot about it, “it’s no problem” 
  • “you know what, i’ll buy you some today!” 
  • you smile in thanks 
  • and feel this unfamiliar feeling in your heart
  • as he’s talking, your realizing so pretty his smile his
  • how he makes the best facial expressions, 
  • even him being one or two inches taller than you
  • and there it is again, that feeling in your chest
  • as if your heart is about to burst out from it’s safe place
  • upon entering the shop and without your approval, Seungkwan immediately buys 5 chocolate frogs
  • walking outside together now, 
  • “here” he hands you chocolate 
  • “cheers” you giggle accepting it then clinking the food together
  • “OH LOOK!” he points to something in your hand excitingly
  • chuckling at his cuteness, you raise your eyebrows, “you collect these then?” 
  • he nods vigorously 
  • “you can have it then” 
  • you take his hand in yours and dramatically set the card there
  • he gasps and bows he head, “i will protect this with my life” 
  • suddenly you both hear loud shrieks 
  • “WHAT IS THIS??” 
  • all his friends surround you guys, arms over his shoulders 
  • your honestly not really sure what happens then
  • but you remember saying goodbye and leave, laughing when you hear incoherent shouts
  • and that’s it sadly
  • until you stumble into the library with rolls of the parchment in hand with your friend
  • “OKAY, we must finish our homework tonight!” you say determined 
  • “YES! okay good luck!” 
  • maybe you guys set the goals a little two high
  • because two hours later your friend is asleep on the table with your about to follow after her
  • for the first time since in there, you look around
  • and become shocked when you see Seungkwan holding his hair in fists with two of his older friends next to him
  • he looks up and happens to make eye contact with you
  • you smile at him
  • but he starts to urgently motion you to come towards him while his friends stare
  • cautiously you walk over and introduce yourself to his friends
  • “y/n save me!!!” 
  • he grabs your hands holding them tightly
  • one of his friends tsk, “gentlemen should ask before holding a girl’s hand” 
  • “Jeonghan!” the other friend says in a scolding tone, but amusement seeping through his voice
  • Seungkwan immediately lets go of your hand and blushes, “it’s not-t-” 
  • “okay Kwannie,” the other friend smiles, a little mischievously in your opinion,
  • “y/n here, will give you a kiss on the cheek if you finish your work” 
  • for once your not quick to process things
  • “Joshua,” that Jeonghan guy mocks the Joshua guy’s tone from earlier
  • catching what they are saying, “i will~” 
  • an very obvious blush on your cheeks
  • “o-okay!” Seungkwan eyes you for a second but looks away, the red on his cheeks becoming redder
  • let’s just say his work might have not been accurate, as he ended up making the two of you escape them
  • dashing out the library
  • giggling you laugh, “if you hate it that much, i’ll have to help with your homework” 
  • he nods, “please” 
  • your eyes meet seconds too long
  • but neither of you look away
  • hearts pounding
  • and whether you gave him that kiss or not 
  • thats a secret ;)

Originally posted by wonnhao

~ admin seri


anonymous asked:

Genji realizing he has it bad for his not-yet-s/o and trying to figure out how to confess?

when you’re a cyborg ninja but you’re still a gotdamn nerd.

Genji hasn’t ever really considered romance. He had many flings in his youth. Cheeky little trysts and summer loves that never really went anywhere. Then after his sudden expulsion from the Shimada clan, he was too focused on recovery and rediscovering himself. Years of physical therapy and soul seeking left the thought of finding The One in the back of his mind. Maybe in the next twenty years or so?

And then you come along. You two had been good friends for a while. Occasional workmates. Genji was content with that. And then there’s one afternoon, one rare day where the both of your schedules are free. You both leap on the opportunity to be incredibly unprofessional and raid the one vending machine on base and work on beating the high record on the old arcade machine in one of the spare storage units.

Neither of you know who GABE is but his high score has been unbeaten on that machine for maybe decades now and you’re determined to beat him.

Somewhere in the midst of you flicking cashews at him and taunting “Don’t get distracted!” it hits him like one of the grand spiritual epiphanies Zenyatta has told him about. He likes you an awful lot. He would love to be something more with you. His concentration breaks, the screen blaring in a 16-bit “GAME OVER; INSERT COIN TO CONTINUE”. It’s when you’re playfully shoving him off the seat to show him how it’s done that he starts to panic a bit.

He spends a lot of time thinking about it. Not that he’d ever let on, of course. He’s got a lot of self discipline and a lot of trepidation. Would it work? Could it ever work? Would you feel the same? For a week he’s a bit more quiet around you while he sorts everything out in his head.

Genji hasn’t had a proper love that he can recall. His time as a young teen was full of many partners. He flitted between them easily, playing up his young mob boss routine or boyish charm to help attract whoever caught his eye at the time. He spent hours sweet talking and seducing people like it was a side hobby. For the first time it’s sincere. For the first time there’s a serious emotional investment behind all the smooth talking, and that’s what throws him for a loop the most.

So he starts out slow. He makes gentle attempts to spend more time with you. He’ll invite you to come visit Zenyatta with him one day. Come tag along with him while he gets his gear checked at the armory another. Hanzo sent him an entire cake for Christmas, can you please come help him eat it?

He starts to treasure all the time you spend together. While he enjoyed it beforehand, now he cherishes it. Already he feels like you’ve expanded his worldview a bit, made him change how he looks at things and that just makes him fall harder and faster. Whenever he’s with you he’s one foot on the ground, one on another dimensional plane. Caught between appreciating this wonderful new light you’ve given him and then internally panicking because oh he’s got it bad.

He decides a week ahead of time when and how exactly he’s going to confess, after a long trial of elimination on the best way. An intimate dinner at a high class restaurant? He knows all the good ones. A casual coffee date? A romantic stroll through a park? A long discussion over the mess hall rations?  Should he present flowers? Chocolates?

Oh heavens do people even DO that or is that just a grand conspiracy fueled by romance movies.

It’s Zenyatta who helps him make up his mind. Some gentle advice and a practical pep talk and he decides the best way to Do It is in the most natural way possible. He’ll indulge in one more day with you, and let you know when the moment strikes him. Organic and easy.

Except it isn’t. The next time you two have an unscheduled day together, it’s spent in his quarters. An old holotape plays on the TV, half ignored. You two make small talk. He shows you an old haori from before he left the Shimada family. The entire time, he’s waiting for that moment to come, that perfect moment to spill his synthetic guts. It simply doesn’t come. It always feels too sudden or too imposing. By the end of the afternoon he’s incredibly frustrated at himself, practically buzzing with nervous energy.

When you mention that it’s time you headed back to your own quarters, he immediately offers to walk you back. Almost shouts it. He dawdles the entire short walk, hoping to buy time for The Moment as if it was simply late and all he had to do was let it catch up. It’s only when you’re at your door, jabbing him with your elbow and asking what’s been bothering him that he decides he can’t wait a second longer and tells you.

He babbles for a hot minute. He never expected to feel like this it just snuck up on him but you’re lovely and he thinks so much of you and he doesn’t want you to feel obligated because he can take rejection and he doesn’t want anything one-sided but if you could think on it and if you think it could work that would make him incredibly happy beyond words but you mustn’t feel like you have to say yes just to make him happy because he wants you to be happy sorry this is all so sudden trust him he wasn’t expecting it either and he’s wanted to tell you for so long and-

You’ll have to interrupt him to get him to stop. Grab his hand. He starts a bit, every muscle tensed. Then it all melts away, his hand tentatively returning your grip. Vents along his shoulders hiss suddenly, making him chuckle nervously. He hasn’t been nervous in years.

He spends the rest of the night in your quarters. You two sit on the bed and talk, and it’s awkward at first. Long pauses and sideways glances. Your hands are constantly nudging though. By the end of the night, you’re both curled around each other, laughing and teasing as usual. You poke him gently and make some light hearted jab about how daft he was to agonize over this for so long. He simply grins like he’s the luckiest man alive.

I would literally love to see Tim on super strong no-filter truth serum just blurting out how much he fucking adores his boyfriend.

Like the Titans all save him but it’s Kon that helps him out of the interrogation room or whatever, and Tim starts out just talking about how proud of himself he is that he managed to hold up under torture without giving anything away. And then when Kon’s picking him up and flying him elsewhere he literally will not stop talking about how much he likes Kon’s muscles and how he didn’t even fucking think he’d be into a johnny bravo looking guy but here he is, dating one. and that just escalates into him starting to compliment his bf and giving him verbal affection literally all fucking over the place

“babe. babe babe babe. did i tell you i love you yet today” 

“yes tim you’ve done it about fifteen times now. i love you too” 

“okay. but babe … did i tell you that i love your personality yet” 


“okay well what about your voice? like fuck, kon, how am i supposed to get anything done when i could call you any hour of the day and just listen to you???” 

“b a b e” 

“or like … babe …. kon …. you literally still look hot even when you’re wearing those dumb pajamas i got you for christmas. that was supposed to be the one thing no one looks hot in and you managed to pull it off. what the fuck, babe” 


“babe i just realized … ive never told you how much i love how youve turned into the person you are today… im so happy that i got to fall in love with you before and still be here with you today!”


“babe please u gotta listen. this is important. i love … ur ttk. and how you always want my attention. u know that you always have it, right? even if im busy?? even if i pretend like im too busy for you its never actually true but i do still need to get work done because people depend on me so you gotta use that power for good babe–” 

like honestly tim would keep on for like 3 hours before it wears off. kon doesnt know how to handle this much verbal affection. hes gonna be blushing for 3 days.




I’d decided to book a week off work, with no ulterior motive than to just have some time off. Just giving myself a little room to breathe, some time to clear my head, to relax and immerse myself in having no worries and doing absolutely nothing; to be blissfully un-busy.
By the Monday afternoon I was bored.

I was stood looking around my flat in silence, arms folded, bottom lip extended, and it was only in that moment that I realised being un-busy didn’t really suit me. Not anymore. Maybe when I was younger, it was fine, but after having a full-time job and living on my own had awoken this need in me to actually keep myself busy.

“Well fuck.” I mumbled to myself. “This is rubbish.”

I’d made such a fuss about taking the time off. Dave had once again been reluctant, but I’d fought another battle and he’d finally caved. I couldn’t ring up and just be like I’ve changed my mind because he’d laugh and get smug, and I’d spend the rest of the week at that sat at that desk being utterly miserable.
I needed to try and make the most of this time off.
I picked up my phone and clicked on my recent calls, finding Harry’s name within seconds and then pressing it, holding the phone up to my ear and praying he’d be free. The rest of the gang were at work, Mo was working, and Harry was one of my final hopes.
He answered pretty quickly.

“Hey, you.” His tender voice called.

“Hi! You okay?”

“I’m great, how are you?”

“I’m alright, but I’m bored. I booked a week off work and I have no idea why. I’m like… four hours in and I’m bored out of my mind.”

He released a low chuckle, a slight shuffling sound pushing through my speakers, and I could picture his dimpled smile perfectly.

“You regretting it?” He asked.

“Well, that depends. Are you working?”

“No, um, I’m working the weekend so I have today and tomorrow off. You wanna do something?”

“I need to do something.”

“So you’re using me for entertainment?”

“Are you complaining?” I raised my brows.

“Not at all.”

I smiled down to the floor, blushing somewhat, pleased that he didn’t mind that he was now on my list of people who I wanted to spend my time with. Harry was happy that I was choosing him to keep me occupied; to extinguish my boredom.

“Good. You better not be.” I cooed. “So, what can we do?”

“I was thinking the other day, about the book you got me for Christmas. I was looking through it. I still love it, by the way.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“But I was also thinking… you never took me down to that bookstore. Where you got it from. You said you would.”

“I did.” I giggled.

“So let’s go, and we’ll take the day from there.”


I was looking at Harry rather than looking at the literature.
His eyes were glistening as he glanced over the words of a giant book he’d picked out, something historical that looked ridiculously complicated and ridiculously heavy.
But he looked so happy.
Stood among the poetry and wonder of the written word, Harry Styles looked exquisitely blissful, his smile affectionate, his curls defined, eyes alight and heart heavy. He looked wonderful. Truly beautiful.
I concentrated on his large hands as he flicked through a few more pages, running his hands down the paper and inhaling the scent of the book in his hands and those that surrounded him.
The bookstore was tiny, and every single shelf looked like it could fall apart at any second under the weight of the books they’d homed. Every single inch of the place needed painting, or at least dusting, but it was perfect. It felt like home whenever I walked in. Dodging down those tiny little aisles and searching for hidden treasures was one of my favourite things to do.
Harry seemed to be enjoying it too.

“I need this book.” He sighed wistfully. “But we have entire day planned, and it’s just gunna weigh me down, isn’t it?”

“It looks heavy.”

“It’s pretty fucking heavy.” He nodded, placing it back on the shelf. “I’ll have to come back another day. I hope it’s not gone.”

“It won’t be. I’m pretty sure Arthur only has about ten people who come in here. He knows everyone by name. He’s great.”

“Well, I need to meet him.”

“You do. C’mon.”

I instinctively took his hand in mine, pulling him towards the back of the store, whispering a timid curse to myself when I noticed Harry tightened his fingers around my hand. I thought back to when we’d shared a taxi just over a week ago, and found our fingers intertwining, and it had felt like the most normal thing in the world.
It didn’t feel normal in the light of day without a drink in me. I could tell that it was weird that I’d just naturally take his hand in mine and think barely anything of it. I found that my fingers wove through his like silk, our touches easing together.
And even though I was silently cringing as I dragged him in the right direction, wondering how we’d ended up being that way together, I still didn’t want to pull my hand from his. I liked that I could feel his thumb rubbing against my skin, like a silent comfort. I liked that my hand was stretched to suit the size of his grasp.
I liked everything about it.

“Arthur!” I yelled gently.

We stood behind the tiny counter at the back, our hands still linked, and a few moments later he pottered through the back door, his glasses falling off the end of his nose before he pushed them back up, bringing the two of us into focus.

“Florence!” His smile grew with the word. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been busy, but I’ve still been raving about this place, don’t worry.” I giggled. “I brought a friend of mine. This is Harry.”

Harry automatically reached his hand across the counter to the frail man, who reached back, and his smile warmed my soul.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Harry greeted.

“I can’t remember the last time someone called me sir.” Arthur chuckled, gently shaking his hand.

“I told Harry all about this place. He’s been very eager to visit.”

“You have a lovely store.” Harry returned his hand to his side, squeezing my own hand with his other. “It’s a great collection.”

“Thank you. I’m very glad you like it. What’s your name again, sorry?”


“And are you Florence’s boyfriend?”

“No!” He replied quickly, the two of us speedily tearing our touch apart. “We’re just um… We’re good friends.”

Arthur let out a soft snigger, shaking his head at the two of us. I glanced up to Harry, seeing the quizzical look in his eyes, and the sweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I’ve read enough novels to know how that turns out.” Arthur finally said.

“You must have been reading some cheesy novels.” I tried to diminish the weight of the words he’d just said.

“All the great novels are.” He concluded.

Freckles of pink were blooming in Harry’s cheeks, a meadow of flushed roses crafting upon his soft skin as he looked towards his feet, bashful and giddy over just a few words.
My stomach bounced watching him.
My head ached watching him.
I’d told myself that I wanted to enter this new stage of our friendship with an open mind and an open heart, but it still felt completely bizarre when my stomach would flip over such minor tremors in his body, how sometimes even just a few words from his lovely lips could make my heart beat a little harder. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustom to. Watching him often felt like watching the sunset. This feeling that was overwhelming, consuming, magnificent and warm, like his splendid glow could illuminate every single person within reach of his light.
No one else had that effect on me. I knew that.

“Uh, I… It was lovely to meet you.” Harry choked, snapping me back to reality as I turned to look away from him. “I’m sure I’ll see you very soon.”

“Have a lovely day.” He wished.

“Thanks again, Arthur.” I said, gradually turning on my heel.

It was like I felt like being outdoors would clear my head, like I could just forget Arthurs knowing snigger and that Harry would no longer feel like a warm sunset, but just like every other person in my life. I thought being outside would wash away those couple of minutes that had made me feel so weird and flustered. I felt like I’d gotten lost in a world I wasn’t familiar with, maybe one of the worlds from one of the surrounding novels.
But when I finally got outside, I turned to watch Harry quickly following, his cheeks still pink.
It was my universe.
They were my feelings.
Accompanied by the sound of seagulls, and the boats that were pulled into the docks on my left hand side, I began marching down the street, thinking I was moving with speed, but it took no effort for Harry to keep up with me. Harry and his stupid, long legs.

“You alright?” He asked me.

I knew he’d pick up on something, because Harry was used to slowing his pace down to accommodate for me. I was running away again, like I always did, but I was trying to keep it discrete.

“I’m fine.” I shuddered, not turning to face him.

“You sure?”

Suddenly, I stopped, halting abruptly and taking a few deep breaths, forcing myself to just take a moment and calm down, because I was getting worked up.
Harry came and stood ahead of me, his brows creased as he looked down to me.

“My sisters having an engagement party next month.” I gasped.


“I don’t think I’m gunna go.” I focused my gaze on the ground.


“What the fuck has she ever done for me?”

I was taking one emotion and twisting it into another. I had been completely dumbfounded by those unfamiliar thoughts of Harry, and I couldn’t deal with them. So, I altered where my thoughts were, turning his potion into poison and conjuring up the thought of my sister.

“What?” Harry was completely thrown off course by my tone.

“She hasn’t ever done anything for me.” I was shaking. “And-and we’re not even close. I want her to feel fucking miserable when I don’t show, because she’s never done anything for me.”

I was working myself into a frenzy, barely pausing to breathe as I rushed through my words, barely even noting what I was saying. I just felt like I needed to say something; anything to take my mind to somewhere new.

“I think she’d be upset, if you didn’t show, Ren.” Harry spoke gently.

“Good!” I cried. “I want her to be upset!”

“Is that the type of person you’re gunna be? Really? The type of person who repeats hurtful actions rather than loving ones?”

I raised my head and looked at him, noticing that my bitter words had clearly left a bad taste in his mouth.
The girl stood in front of him wasn’t the girl he knew.
She wasn’t someone I knew, either.
Throughout all the years of being beaten down by my family, I’d never let it grow into a resentment. I’d never let it develop into something where I felt the need to beat them down, too.

“I… I dunno.” I finally breathed.

“You shouldn’t want to stoop to her level, Ren. You’ve always made a conscious effort to rise above that bullshit. Don’t change now! Don’t mimic her! Your only intention here is to hurt her, and that’s not you! I know it’s not.”

He was desperately trying to get through to me, trying to push out this weird anger that had just forced itself upon me.

“I… I don’t want to hurt anyone.” I muttered.

“Then don’t hurt her. You… You should go. Do what you’ve always done and rise above it. I know it must be easy, for me to say that,” He sighed. “But you… You’re an amazing person, Ren. I admire you, genuinely. Stay true to yourself, please. You’ve come so far.”

I nodded, swallowing harshly, feeling sad that I’d let an anger fall over me and be the most prominent feeling I had.
I knew I’d never been good at handling my emotions, but in that moment, I completely lost myself, just in an attempt not to deal with something that I was feeling.

“Will you come with me?” I asked him.


“To-to her engagement-do? It’s okay if you don’t want to, but, you made things easier over Christmas. And I’m guessing it’ll be the first time I see my mum and dad since. So, I dunno. I think I’d just like it if you were there.”

He was silent for a while, rubbing the back of his hand over one of his tired eyes.
Suddenly, all I could think about was if he’d had another tough night, another evening of restless sleep, and no one there to comfort him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He huffed. “I mean, they think we’ve broke up. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

My eyes went wide, my fingers finding the material of my coat and pulling on it, mumbling to myself a little before I managed to blurt out a sentence.

“Uh… Well… The thing is… I actually never told my parents we broke up.” His head whipped to me as soon as I said that. “I just… I never got round to it… Or… Fuck it, I just didn’t want to tell them. I wanted them to think we were still together.”

I watched a smile force itself upon his lips, and a few seconds later he just burst out laughing, turning on his heel and marching in the other direction, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head.

“What?” I cried, doing a little jog to catch up with him. “What?”

I looked up to the side of his face, his dimple digging into his cheek and his nose beginning to crinkle, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s just funny.” He shrugged. “Because I never told my parents we split up either.”


I could tell that Harry was smug about the fact that he was sat on the opposite side of the bar than he usually was, Louis shaking his head at the two of us as he made us a second lot of cocktails, once again, free of charge.
Harry had a smirk etched into his face the entire time.

“I’m gunna slap you!” Louis scalded.

Why?” Harry played innocent.

“You’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you? That you’re not working and I am.”

“It’s just fun! I never come into work unless I’m actually working. I like it.”

“I fucking don’t.”

Louis and Harry could have been mean to each other all night, and it would still be painfully obvious how much they cared for each other. Louis had been one of the few people that Harry trusted when it came to his dreams, and that made me like him automatically. I had met Louis a few times, and of course I liked him anyway, but that fact merely increased how highly I thought of him.
He gave Harry the middle finger, but it was still ridiculously endearing.

“How’ve you been, Ren?” He turned to me, lifting his eyebrows, very suggestive.

It was a little strange, knowing that whenever our friends saw us spending time together, they would automatically predict we were getting back together. Whenever one of them gave me a look, like the one Louis just had, I really wanted to burst and tell them that we’d never been together. I was trying to figure out how I felt about Harry, and I could have really done with being able to do that without my friends and his friends eyeing our every move. It seemed to put all of our movements under a magnifying glass, and when I was trying to keep things realistic and simple, I didn’t like my feelings and my actions being amplified by others.

“I’ve been good. How have you been, Louis?”

“Other than having to work with this horrible bastard,” He gestured towards Harry. “I’ve been pretty good.”

“And you’re not feeling even just a little bit sad that you’re not on this side, drinking with us?” I smirked, batting my eyelashes.

“You’re as bad as each other you two!” He slammed our drinks in front of us. “I gotta go serve. I’ll be back in a minute. And you both better start being nice to me!”

He scurried off to his left, attending to a woman who was leaning across the bar, probably just in the hope of being a little closer to him, squishing her breasts together and smiling dumbly.
It didn’t surprise me when I saw Louis pass over his card to her after preparing her order.

“Today was good.” Harry smiled, drawing my eyes back to him. “Will you be bored tomorrow, too? We could do something.”

“You not bored of me?” I raised my brows.

“That’s never gunna happen.”

Once again, I found my head dropping, unable to look him in the eye as I giggled to myself, overcome by his aura once again.
I just wasn’t used to boys looking at me in the way that Harry did. I wasn’t used to having a boy watch me with low eyes and a huge smile, or the way he always sat close to me, held himself as close as possible. I was used to either being a temporary interest to a charmless male, or a despondent sidepiece to a boy who didn’t really care about me.
When Harry looked at me and said certain things, sometimes it felt otherworldly.
I looked back up, finally thinking up a suitable comeback which could get a laugh out of him and make it easier to ignore how flustered I’d become, but the words died in my mouth.
I watched as a girl came and tapped Harry on the shoulder, inviting him to turn and see her, and she was quite the sight.

“Sorry for interrupting, but don’t you work here?” She asked him.

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I’ve seen you before.” She took it upon herself to sit in the seat beside him. “You look different with your hair down.”

“I hope that’s a compliment.” Harry turned so he wasn’t just facing me, accepting the girls company.

She had these beautiful, giant blue eyes, long blonde hair that reached almost down to her hips, and the friendliest smile in the world. Even I felt a little captivated by her. I wouldn’t have blamed Harry if he’d opted to completely turn away from me.

“It’s definitely a compliment. Even though, you look good with your hair up, too.”

I could feel that my hands were forming into a fist, a large intake of air pushing into my nostrils, and I turned away from the interaction. I almost felt sick.

“Uh, thank you.” Harry nodded.

“So, I saw you hand one of those cards out the other night,” She continued, leaning a little closer. “Does that mean you’re single?”

I glanced to her again, annoyed because she was being ridiculously polite and she seemed frustratingly lovely and yet I still felt like telling her to fuck off. I couldn’t even understand what was happening, other than the fact that I hated the thought of him handing his number out, and I hated the thought of this girl speaking to him in the way she was.
And I hated the thought of Harry sleeping with some girl that he didn’t even care about.
Because this was how I imagined it had gone. He’d been in a bar, maybe he’d even been working, and some random girl had approached him and flirted with him, and put her body on his, and he’d accepted her affections. He’d accepted them so openly that he’d lost his virginity to her, probably without her knowledge that it wasn’t a meaningless one night stand to him. He’d lost something within a woman who wasn’t aware of what she was taking, and I hated that.
I really fucking hated it.

“Uh, yeah.” Harry eventually answered, seemingly slightly uncomfortable as he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m single.”

“Then, can I have one of those cards?” She questioned.

I looked away again, raising my glass upward and putting the tip of the straw in my mouth, noticing from the corner of my eyes as Harry leant forward slightly, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans to retrieve a card for her.
My hands started to shake.
I completely looked away, glancing down to the other side of the bar, seeing the faces of happy drinkers who weren’t fazed by this girl. Fuck, I shouldn’t have been fazed by her, but I was. I didn’t want to think about all the reasons I was bothered by her, because it was too overwhelming for me to handle, but she was really fucking bothering me, and if I thought for a second that I had a single leg to stand on, I would have asked her to leave him alone.

“I’ll call you.” I heard her say. “What’s your name?”


“I’m Genevieve.”

“Nice to meet you.” He mumbled.

“I hope to see more of you soon.”

I plucked up the courage to look again, watching as she walked away, checking back over her shoulder to shoot him one last friendly smile, and then she went to join her friends again.
Harry ran a hand through his hair before twisting on his chair again to face me, and he seemed a little stuck for something to say.

“She was pretty.” I squeaked, my voice unnaturally high, my eyes on my drink.


“But I’m sure you’re used to it. Handing out your card. Must be a nice confidence boost.”

“Look at me.”

“You must really-”

“Ren, look at me!” He almost yelled.

I turned to face him, biting my tongue and trying not to scrunch my nose, watching him look at my face and figure out my exact emotion.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” I didn’t know I was lying, but I was.

“If I had known you were going to get jealous, I wouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” I squawked. “I’m fine!”

“You’re a terrible liar!” He half laughed. “Are you jealous? Just tell me!”

“I don’t know!” I yelped. “I don’t know how I feel!”

I could feel myself getting worked up and frustrated, but then I saw him smiling, this huge grin popping his lips upwards, the feeling began to wash away.

“You’re jealous.”

“Why is that funny to you?”

“Just… You. You’re jealous about me with someone else. I… I didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”

“It doesn’t mean anything!” I argued.

“It means something.” He fought back. “I don’t know what, exactly. Not yet. But it means something.”

“It’s just rude to flirt like that when you have company.” I shrugged, still reluctant to accept that I’d felt a large dosage of jealousy.

“Then I won’t do it again.” He was still grinning like a fool. “I’ll focus all my flirting on you, if that’s what you want.”

“Don’t be stupid, Harry.”

“Okay.” He held his hand up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

I’d given Harry another reason to be smug, because as much as I was denying it, not just to him but to myself, I was exceptionally jealous about that girl, and how she’d spoke to him, and how she’d acted with him, and the fact that he’d willingly handed over his number in the way he had.
I stirred my drink with straw, whispering my next statement, because maybe I didn’t fully want him to hear it.

“I don’t think I have any right to be jealous.”

He reached out to me, taking my hand and wrapping his own around it, and his touch managed to sooth the shakes that I’d had since she approached him.

“Don’t let anyone, or anything, convince you that the way you feel isn’t justified.” He soothed.

With a deep inhale, I nodded, wondering why everyone in my life was having to teach me how I should deal with my emotions. I’d become so accustom to running from them, so used to looking the other way and simplifying intricate things.
But the main thing was that I was taking all those lessons on board, and even if my progress was slow, things were finally starting to sink in. That was what mattered the most to me.


“How many days until Christmas?” Harry asked me as we turned onto my street.

“What?” I laughed, buttoning up my coat now that the wind was crashing into us directly.

“How many days until Christmas?”

“I don’t bloody know!” I laughed. “Loads. Why?”

“I wanna sing Fairytale of New York to you.”

“Oh god. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Yes you do!” He objected. “Don’t lie! I know you loved it.”

I had loved it, though I didn’t really want to tell him that, and it was only the 20th of March for crying out loud. I wasn’t ready to hear that bloody song yet.
Even if it was Harry drunkenly trying to sing the words again.
Neither of us were too drunk, but I knew Harry had consumed enough that he would be able to get a decent night’s sleep, and I liked that. He deserved to have a lovely night’s sleep.
I felt like maybe Harry deserved a lot of things he didn’t have.

“You’re a fool.” I told him.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” He asked next.

“Who said we’re doing anything?” I cried.

“Me. I demand that we spend the day together.”

“You demand?” I cried.

“Yes. I demand.”

I laughed to myself as I held the door open for him, letting him inside my building again.
I’d told him I’d be fine getting home on my own, but once again, Harry had been pretty insistent that he got me home and made sure I was safe. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t fight it, just asked if we could walk. Maybe I just wanted a bit of extra time with him.
We took the few flights of stairs, and suddenly we’d ran out of words. It must have been one of the first times all day that I’d struggled for something to say. Even when I’d been overwhelmed by my feelings and even when I’d gotten jealous of that girl, I’d still managed to blurt something out, because speaking to Harry was incredibly easy for me.
Even though we weren’t speaking, I noticed as we wandered up the stairs, that he was still smiling, and I smiled in return.
We reached my floor too quickly, our wonderful day together coming to an end, and even though I hadn’t actually said I’d spend the next day with him, I couldn’t help but think that as soon as I awoke, I would call him and make some kind of plan with him.

“Thank you, for today.” I spoke quietly as we walked down the corridor.

“Ren, can you just… stop… for a minute? Please?”

Suddenly his tone had dropped, and his smile was gone. The seriousness in his voice made my stomach churn, but I did as he asked. I stopped, standing still and turning to face him, seeing the way he closed the gap between us, his eyes down to his feet, moving his body closer to mine.
I took a few steps back, shuddering under the intense atmosphere, almost collapsing as he lifted his head and focused his eyes against mine.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“I need to know how you feel.”


“Ren, if you feel anything for me, please let me know.”


“Because if you feel something for me, then I want to do this differently.”

I distanced even more, my back crashing against the wall behind me, but Harry pushed ever closer, the front of his body almost greeting mine as I looked up into his olive eyes, his face sombre.

“Do what differently?”

“If you feel something for me, then I want to do this properly. I want to… take you out on a date. I want to… know that I can hold your hand when we walk down the street together. Fuck, I want to hold your hand all the time.”

“You do?” I trembled.

“If this is just a friendship, that’s fine… But, it feels like it’s not. It really fucking feels like there’s something here, and if there is then I want to do this properly. I need to know how you feel. Please tell me how you feel.”

My breathing was coming out in harsh pants, desperate to run again, but I think that’s why he cornered me. He knew me well enough that if I could just walk away from it, I would. So he didn’t let me.
He raised his hand, cupping my cheek with his large hand, running his thumb under my eye and waiting for me to say something to him, to open up and tell him how I felt.

“I-I’m confused.” I nudged my cheek further into his touch.

“I feel like the only reason you’re confused about this, is because you’re still convinced that I don’t want you. Well, I’m here, now, and I’m telling you I do. I do want you.”

I told him that I would do this, that I would accept this new stage of our friendship, but I think one of the reasons I was still in confused, and hesitant, was because I had convinced myself that Harry wouldn’t feel anything towards me. As much as I was trying to grow, it still didn’t seem right to me that a boy like Harry could want a girl like me. I hadn’t let myself truly see that as an option.
Not until that very moment.
He was there, edging closer and closer to me, so close I could feel his breath against my lips. He was rubbing soothing circles over the skin on my face, and he was telling me he wanted me. He didn’t want a fake relationship with me, he didn’t just want the girl who comforted him in the middle of the night when he was scared.
He wanted me.

“Can… Can we go inside, please?” I quaked. “Can we go inside and talk about this? Just… sit down and talk about everything?”

“Fuck, Ren… I don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush you. I’m not trying to rush you, fuck. I just want… fuck.”

“You’re not rushing me.” I moved my hand, lacing my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. “It’s fine. Let’s… Let’s just go and talk.”

He nodded, biting his bottom lip before he finally pulled away from me, distancing our lips once more, and I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it.
I smashed my head back against the wall, trying to find the stamina to move and follow him as he made his way towards the door to my flat, running his hand through his hair. I stayed in my spot and watched him, clearly trying to soothe his racing mind, rolling his shoulders before he reached out for my door handle.

“Ren, you didn’t fucking lock it again.” He managed to chuckle.

That made me laugh too, finally feeling normal enough to distance from the wall and walk the small distance down towards him.

“Woops.” I giggled.

“You’re such-”

I watched his face drop as soon as he pushed the door fully open, standing on the outside and looking into my flat with dead eyes.
I stopped myself still, just seeing his reaction.

“What’s wrong?” I gasped.

“Ren… I… Fuck.”

I quickly ran to his side, panicked as I approached him and turned, looking into my flat in the same way he was.
It wasn’t hard to miss what had made him react that way.
It was easier to see how trashed the place was at first, how things were strewn all over the hall, my TV shattered on the floor beside my door.
I took a step inside, slowly turning to look into my living room.
That’s when it became clear that most of my possessions, the ones that were easy enough to carry, were missing.
That’s when it became clear that my complete ineptness had resulted in my flat being burgled.

anonymous asked:

So is Chicago Mix literally just mixing cheddar corn and caramel corn together? Like out of one of those Christmas buckets of popcorn you can get at Kmart? I literally didn't think that was a novel thing, since by the time you get two-thirds through one of those buckets the cheapy cardboard dividers have bent and all the popcorn is mixed together anyway. I didn't know Chicago called dibs.

Yep, we did! It belongs to us. We’ve claimed it and if you mixed them by accident and ate them that way, you now belong to us too. That’s the Chicago way. 

Welcome. From this point forward please remember every December to grumble about how Marshall Field’s was better than Macy’s. I’ll see you at the Field Museum. 

Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Three

Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

Part One   Part Two

Requested by Anon - I’ve just reread Opposites Attract and could you please do a christmassy part? Where the reader is a hardcore Christmas fan but Damian doesn’t really like it?

“Oh my…” Damian gasped when he stopped in front of your house to pick you up for another date. Your entire house was covered with Christmas lights, almost to the point of blinding passersby. He blinked several times as you ran out of your front door and to his Lamborghini.

You almost tripped and fell twice, but you made it safely to his car. Settling into the passenger seat, you were surprised to find Damian staring at you.

“What? I didn’t trip this time,” you said, eyes widening as Damian narrowed his. 

“Why have you decorated your house in this manner?” he demanded, an edge in his voice. You looked at your brightly lit house as if you just noticed it. 

“Oh, well, it’s Christmas.” When Damian didn’t response, you continued. “We always decorate for Christmas. It’s a family tradition.”

Damian blinked before guiding the Lamborghini into traffic. “TT.” You eyed him, sensing something was wrong. Damian felt the weight of your eyes on him before he explained. “It seems like a waste of time and money.”

“Where is your Christmas spirit? It wouldn’t be Christmas without Christmas decorations,” you argued as Damian sped passed a slow moving car with a Christmas tree tied to the top. Damian sighed, whispering to himself in Arabic. You laid a hand on his arm, prompting him to speak.

“I don’t understand why people put so much effort in celebrating this holiday. Every person spends an absurd amount of time and money on one day. It is a pointless holiday that is only fueled by corporations to make an end-of-the-year profit,” Damian ranted, his arm tensing under your touch. 

You frowned before removing your hand. A painful silence filled the car as Damian stole a glance at you to find you deep in thought. Several moments passed before you opened your mouth again.

“I understand why you would see it that way,” you began, causing Damian to blink at you in surprise. He kept it from showing on his face, not wanting you to know you surprised him. “But I think you haven’t experienced the true meaning of the holidays.”

“What?” Damian questioned, raising an eyebrow at you as you both reached the movie theater where you were scheduled to have your date. Damian pulled into a parking space, turning to face you.

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Title: Christmas Excitement
(gifs are not mine!)

Requested by: @lestradeslover 62 and 96 w DiNozzo if you please
Word Count: 511
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x Reader

62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

You turned over for the umpteenth time that night, pure excitement running through up as it did every Christmas Eve. Your parents were patient when you were a child, you’d be bouncing around even right before bed then up at the crack of dawn. Back then it was all the presents and the anticipation of Santa coming but now it was getting to spend time with people who mean the most to you, exchanging meaningful gifts and being all cosy while it snowed outside.

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Oh, oh, oh
Others come & go
But you’re in my soul forevermore

                                          1 year anniversary!


Are you sure you’ve reached the right place ?

Did you really want Kisaragi Yuffie, the love & joy of my life, for this long ? 

Gaise. I didn’t expect here to be so long. I didn’t think I’d pick up popularity. I certainly didn’t think anyone would notice me. But here we are at 630 followers ( despite my recent inactivity, omg I’m so sorry, I’m never home these days & I’m so exhausted ) & steadily growing ! 

I don’t even know what to say. I’m just really speechless. Other than saying thank you ( & possibly to ask you to pray for me, I have so many drafts bc y’all keep me with something to do these days ). If you’ve ever sent me a message, an ask, a meme, or just checked out my blog, I’m sincerely appreciative for your attention, that I am. And I look forward to improving & growing closer to all of you, as time progresses. Of course, I have no idea for how long this blog will continue– but if you want me here, I’ll keep trying ! That’s the least I can promise !

Let’s keep writing together ! 

( & naturally, continue to send in your comments, suggestions, & positivity ! I listen to requests, too ! )

This is also a time to announce stuff! That I plan(ned) to do, things I’m curious about your interest in. Such as:

  • Streaming games. Because I should really play them anyway & I’ll be inspired by you.
  • Actually doing those specific character metas.
  • Events ! I’m currently considering a Halloween event at the moment & I’ll likely do Yuffie’s birthday again. Also, Christmas & Wutai New Year once more. If you think yay or nay, or have ideas about other things I should do, please let me know.

& now, what I’m sure you’ve been waiting for– the friend section !

restore materia.

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summon materia.

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command materia.

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anonymous asked:

SPN usually doesn't just leave loose narrative ends. Like, the issue/question might be resolved subtextually, textually, etc, and it might take a while, but they do eventually come back to everything. Full circle. Dean and Sam have pondered life with someone "in the life." Dean has pondered "experiencing things differently." We have the love and love thing, we have he's in love with humanity, we have Cas textually saying i love you. I gotta wonder where it's all going. What full circle is.

(full circle anon) Sorry, forgot this: *sarcastically inserts we just don’t know bird gif*


I like to think of the show more as a spiral. Yeah, it seems to keep getting back around to the “full circle” moment and then just misses it by a hair enough to loop the spiral back around again.

Each go-around is bringing it ever closer to the center, and they make a little progress on each successive loop. It’s never exactly the same, and each time seems to have a (mostly) progressively better result… but the loop continues.

This is why I’m having such a time with s12. The loop has now wound so close to the middle that it’s like we’re seeing EVERYTHING from the previous loops all at once. Like we started the show circling the equator and we’ve been getting progressively closer and closer to the north pole where you can stand in all the time zones at once and theoretically tug bits of the story from any point around the entire loop.

(this is terrible because I’m now picturing Andrew Dabb in a Santa Claus costume running in circles around a candy cane pole shouting HO HO HO and throwing references to the entire series at us like Christmas presents and now I can’t even take myself seriously anymore)

But yes. Who can say where any of this will eventually end.

(oh no now Santa Dabb is pole dancing on the candy cane pole please someone come save me from my own terrible imagination)

The Ring: Part 2

AN: The second and final part to the Ring. I’m a bit nervous about posting this one. I apologize in advance. The prompt is at the bottom.

Words: 1364

Part 1

It’s an out of body experience when you die. You remember how you died you just don’t remember how you got here. It’s been a while that much you can tell. Your husband and your sons are all at home. And they’re all dressed in black.

You try talking to them, but they don’t hear you. Jason is beating the punching bag and his knuckles are bloody and raw; you beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.

Tim is typing away on his keyboard. You can tell that from his eyes that he hasn’t slept in days. You beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.

Dick is running, his feet are pounding against the treadmill, as though he’s trying to outrun your death. His legs are shaking, and from what the timer says, he’s been on that damn treadmill for hours now. You beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.

Damian is just sitting on his bed, in the middle of his destroyed room. Lamps are broken, sheets have been torn, and there are punch marks in the walls. You beg him to say something, but he doesn’t.

You go to Bruce last; he’s in your shared bedroom, lying on the bed. He has one of your shirts clutched to his face. You can just make out the black and blue bruises covering his body. He’s been in fights, multiple fights. You kind of just sink to the floor, and if you could have cried, you would have.

The cries of a baby pull you from your thoughts. You move towards the bassinet in the corner, and you smile down at the baby there. You stick out your hand and try to stroke his cheek, but this form won’t allow that. You try cooing at him, and you seem to get his attention.

A moment later you’re proven wrong, as Alfred walks through you to reach the baby. He bounces the baby until he stops crying, and finally turns to Bruce and says, “Miss Y/N would be so disappointed in you. Not caring for the one piece of her that lives on. Instead you go into bars and fight. What would she say?”

Bruce’s voice is barely above a whisper, “She’d tell me I’m being a jackass, and to man up and be a father; to pull the family together and be there for our kids. And if she were here I’d do anything she asked, but she’s not, so it doesn’t matter.”

The butler doesn’t say a word as he sweeps out of the room. You lie down next to your grief stricken husband, and you watch as he drifts asleep.

You wake up in a white room, and you hear your name being called. You face a man you don’t know and all he says is, “This is your chance to say goodbye. Not many get this chance, use it wisely.”

Then suddenly you’re in the meadow behind the manor. The sun is shining, and your entire family is there. They’re all rather quiet as you sit down; their faces all turn towards you. Damian doesn’t even hesitate as he launches himself into your arms. You catch him with ease.

You stroke his hair, and when no one speaks, you decide to. “I’m here to say goodbye.” You can see the protests on their mouths and you hold up a hand to stop them, “I don’t want to, but I have to. I need to know that you guys are going to be okay. That you’re going to stop working yourselves to death, that you’ll eat right, that you’ll make time for the family. I need to know that you guys are going to stick together.”

There’s some sort of quiet agreement and you turn to Dick, and pull him in for a hug. His arms wrap tight around you and you stroke his hair, “I need you to land on your feet, baby bird. I need you to help your dad, I need you to smile, I need you to be that light you always are. It doesn’t have to be right away, but if you start to feel happy I want you to embrace that. It’s okay to be happy.” He nods before kissing your cheek, and pulling away.

Jason is next. You take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead. “Stay strong, big bird. Help keep the family safe, don’t let anyone do anything stupid. Keep an eye on Damian in particular. Don’t let your dad go off his path. The Batman still has work to do.”

He nods and says, “I promise, Ma.”

You pull Tim into your side, “I’m begging you Timmy, eat right, don’t spend so much time in front of a computer screen, and get at least five hours of sleep at night. Promise me, Timothy.”

“Yes mam, I promise.”

You kiss his cheek, “I love you, baby bird.”

You pull Damian into your lap, “This is not your fault lil’ bird.”

He interrupts you, “It was my mother who …”

You nod, “It was Talia, not you Damian. You, lil’ bird, have a good heart. And you’re following a good path. Stick to that path, be the hero that the world needs you to be. Promise me.”

He buries his face in your neck and says, “I promise.”

You look at your sons and say, “Let yourselves be loved, and please love others. Pain is a part of life, but it is only one small part. If you’re too focused on it, you miss the happy things.”

They each give you a smile before they each vanish, leaving only you and Bruce. You wait for him to speak, “I’m always left behind.”

You smile and say, “No, I’ll wait for you.” You climb into his lap and cherish the feeling of his arms wrapping around you for the last time, “In the meantime,  time I need you to live. Live the life I can’t. Be a father to our kids. Be there to tell Benjamin about me. Smile when you tell those stories. Be happy when you remember me Bruce Wayne, because I was always happy when I was with you.”

“Don’t leave me,” He pleads.

You can actually feel the tears streaming down your face now, “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to leave our boys. I want to leave our newest son. But we don’t get that choice Bruce. I need you to promise me that you’ll live. Take time to mourn, but please don’t let it consume you.”

You kiss him, and when you pull back you place your forehead against his, he holds you tight, “I promise.”

“Good, now make sure you still do Christmas big, and invite the League over for Thanksgiving, watch the fireworks on Fourth of July, have a picnic in the summer. Do fun things, Bruce, love life. For me.”

  He nods as you start to disappear, and says, “I promise. I love you.”

  You just smile and say, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you forever, as long as I’m me, my husband you’ll be.” And with that you begin to fade.

Bruce wakes with a start to find his boys surrounding his bed. Sitting up he notices Dick holding Benjamin, and holds out his arms for his youngest son. Dick hands him over without a complaint as the boys all climb on the bed. There are several moments of silence before Tim asks, “Did you see her too?”

“In the meadow?” He asks.

They all nod, and he just laughs, “She found a way to say goodbye.”

  “You really think it was her?” Damian asks.

Bruce smiles, “I wouldn’t put it past her, when it comes to her family nothing is impossible.”

Jason nods before holding out a book, “Alfred gave us this. He says Mom made it a few weeks ago.”

The title stares up at Bruce and he reads it out loud, “I’ll love you forever.”

He opens the cover and your voice comes out as it reads the first line, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like your for always, your mommy I’ll forever be.” And the last line finishes with, “I love you, my big bat and little Robins. Forever.”

AN: Not going to lie, I cried a bit as I wrote this.

Prompt: Batmom Dies

Ninth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


He didn’t mention anything about Christmas. He tried to keep her away from the decorated stores and any hint of cold, taking them to the southern part of the country in early October and deciding not to go north again until at least March so there wouldn’t be snow to remind her of it. He made sure to find radio stations without Christmas music on them, he steered them clear of big towns, small towns, medium size town, hoping to avoid accidently running into large celebrations, tree-lighting ceremonies, holiday parades.

But it all went to hell on December 19. The rattle-trap car they were using wheezed its death knell and sagged instantly into rigor mortis, never to be saved again, even under the skilled hands of Tom ‘The Fixer’ Pendleton, resident mechanical guru of Crankton, Texas, a place that looked like it took a page right out of Dickens or Norman Rockwell with its wreaths and garland and town square Christmas tree and Salvation Army bell ringers.

Scully, to her credit, was not stupid. She may not be a badged investigator anymore but for all Mulder’s perceived sneakiness, she saw right through it all. She wasn’t angry with him for his ineptitudes, his lovably pathetic attempts to keep Christmas from her, giving him eye-rolling credit where credit was due but she finally had enough, looking at him after he received the news of the car’s demise, “we’ll find another car after the holidays, all right?”

“We can probably find one now. I mean, there’s got to be at least one shitty car in this God-forsaken nightmare of a town that’ll get us out of here by dark.”

Taking him out onto the sidewalk in front of the repair place, “this God-forsaken nightmare of a town is anything but a God-forsaken nightmare of a town. Please, Mulder, we haven’t stopped moving in months and it’s Christmas and this looks like a nice place to spend some time.”

Mulder looked down at her, her hollow cheeks and sallow eyes, “I was trying to outrun Christmas. I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

He hadn’t seen her smile in weeks so he was surprised to see her lips turn up slightly, “you made a very good effort, though and I thank you but right now, I’d just like to take a shower and lie down. Can we find someplace to stay?”


She tried to fight it but the closer it got to Christmas, the heavier the depression weighed on her. Mulder did his best and she loved him for it but this would be her first Christmas since Will and her first without her family. Granted, she did have Mulder but even his warm arms couldn’t fight off her sadness.

Christmas Eve arrived with a windstorm to beat all, windows rattling, tree branches breaking, power lines snapping them into pitch darkness. The instant the light disappeared, Scully called over to him, panic clear in her voice, “Mulder? You still there?”

Getting up, he made his way to her side on the bed, sitting down after running into the edge of the mattress with his knees, “I’m right here. Where would I have gone to in that two seconds?”

Scully groped across the sheets until she found his leg, then wrapping her hand tightly around his upper thigh, “I don’t know but I’m not taking the chance that you disappeared.”

The heavy curtains had been drawn across the windows and even after a time, his eyes weren’t adjusting to the dark. Sliding down to the floor to rest on his knees so his face was mere inches from hers, “I’m not going to disappear again. I swear to you.”

Her now empty hand drifted up towards his voice, her fingers gently knocking into his cheekbone, then tracing to his eyebrows, “promise.”

“I promise, Scully. I won’t go anywhere again without you.” Climbing up beside her, he nestled his head into her neck, “you have no idea how terrible I feel that I left you the first time. I should have taken you and Will with me. I should have hidden us away somewhere quiet and let the world pass right on by. I should have been so much better to both of you but I’m trying now and I swear on our son, I’m not going anywhere again.”

Her tears spilled out, soaking both Mulder and the pillow within seconds, “I miss him so much, Mulder, you have absolutely no idea how much it takes to get out of bed in the morning and keep moving and keep running when the only thing I want to do is curl up and wither away.”

This was said in one, long, hiccupping, run-on sentence punctuated by snuffling and hitching words. She hadn’t said much about their son since she told him all those months ago in prison that she’d given him up. They’d talked briefly then but this is the most Will had been mentioned since. Knowing he’d never understand her guilt and grief in quite the same way, he silenced the little voice in his head that wanted to scream at her that he’d lost a son, too, having only ever held him for two nights of his life.

He pulled her closer instead, until her storming quieted, her breathing evened out, “are you okay?”

“I’ll never be okay Mulder but I feel a little better than I did ten minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry I can’t give you a better Christmas.”

She felt the guilt settle directly on her chest, a two-ton elephant in the room that if she didn’t address immediately, would follow them around forever, “it’s not your job to give me a better Christmas. It’s my job to realize this is the best Christmas we’ve had this year,” waiting for him to smile at her pathetic joke, which he did, she continued, “but more to realize that I’ve got you back and get to wish you Merry Christmas and know that you’ll be here in the morning when I wake up.”

Meeting her nose with his, “you have no idea how much I cried when I left last year. Nearly gave myself up at the nearest police station; figured I’d just walk in and say, ‘I’m Fox Mulder. Can you just arrest me and give me my phone call so I can talk to Scully again?”

The cold tendrils of depression insistently tapped on her soul demanding entrance but for the first time in several months, she ignored them, emptying her mind as she searched for his hand under the covers, “thank God you didn’t. I hear conjugal visits aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”

Moving to kiss her forehead as he felt her relax, knowing he was forgiven for past transgressions, “so, completely off subject, how long do you think the power’s going to be out?”

As she slid her hand along his arm, across his chest, down his belly, she swam her hand under his shirt and back up his bare skin, “hopefully awhile. Like this, I can imagine the hotel away and put us in our bed again, underneath our warm comforter, storm outside and in.” Moving her hand down to the waist of his pajama pants and then inside, “it’s so quiet now, I can almost hear the blood in your veins, moving along, making every part of you so warm, it’s intoxicating.”

Swallowing hard, he prayed for speech or at least the ability to formulate a few syllables, “I love you.”

She said it back without restraint, without resentment, without that dull sense of familiarity and toneless commonality. She said it with fire, with heat, with an edge of something he hadn’t heard from her since before he disappeared the first time, before he entered that damn ship and ruined his life.

The power was out all night.

They didn’t sleep a wink of it.


When Scully woke the next morning, naked, warm and liquid, she opened her eyes to find a Gingerbread House Christmas ornament hanging from the edge of the lamp shade and a small wrapped gift below it. Sneaking out of bed and out of his arms, she dug in the far corners of her battered, broken suitcase to find her own hidden gift for him. Placing it beside the one he’d left, she slipped back into his arms, purposely over-moving so he’d begin to wake, to celebrate Christmas morning the only way they could.


With a single ornament and not a space between them.

Fashion Week || Brooklyn Beckham

Originally posted by bravalyn

Anon: Can you do an imagine with brooklym where he finds out you got insecure at nyfw after going to the shows with him as a friend and realising you like him please?

Wow it’s been quite a while since I’ve last posted something… I’m not going to finish the Christmas Special because I had no time for it during the hollidays and now that Christmas is over I don’t have any inspiration for it anymore. So yeah… I’m sorry. Anon, I hope you like your imagine. Xxx 💋




I nervously waited in the limousine the Beckham family sent to my house to pick me up. After years of having Brooklyn as one of my best friends, I got quite used to this sort of things. Of course it was still a bit weird to go somewhere in a limousine, let alone going with that limousine to New York Fashion Week – I was like, what the heck is happening in my life guys… Like, really. Brooklyn’s never taken me to such big things as New York Fashion Week.

While I waited in the limousine for Brooklyn, his parents and his siblings, I texted him. It wasn’t like I had much to do, except for taking some good drinks, turning on the sick mini stereo that was set in the limousine and making some good selfies to show off to the rest of my friends.

After a few minutes of doing all those things, the door opened and Brooklyn climbed into the limousine.

“Wow, you look stunning,” Brooklyn smirked. He took place next to me and pressed a quick, friendly kiss on my cheek.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Beckham,” I smiled.

“Which Beckham?”

I looked up and saw Romeo taking a seat across from Brooklyn. I laughed slightly when I saw him smirking playfully at me. “You look gorgeous too, Romeo.” I smiled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek. His cheeks turned into a slight red color.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Victoria greeted me while she and David helped Cruz and Harper into the limo. “You look beautiful tonight, honey.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, quite shy. “You look so pretty yourself too, Victoria.”

“Good evening, (Y/N),” David grinned.

I chuckled. “Hi, David.”

We headed towards the Fashion Week and the quicker we got there, the more I began to feel nervous. I rubbed my hands against each other and took a deep breath when we arrived at the location of Fashion Week.

“Nervous much?” I turned to Brooklyn and nodded softly, what made him smile slightly. “You don’t have to. You look so gorgeous tonight. Not only tonight, by the way.” He gave me a quick wink, which made me blush, and then stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet.

The family went over the red carpet first, Brooklyn and I following them. We took a few poses for the cameras, Brooklyn with his arm around my waist.

Some journalist came as close to us as he could and I walked over to him, pulling Brooklyn with me. “Hi, Brooklyn,” the journalist said, clearly not knowing my name. “Who is the beautiful lady you brought with you?”

Brooklyn gave him a gentle smirk. “This is my friend (Y/N).”

“So you two are just friends?” the journalist smiled. He seemed like a nice man whose questions weren’t as weird as some could be. We both shook our head in response. “Okay. And (Y/N), may I say that you look so gorgeous tonight?”

My cheeks flushed red again and I smiled, being a bit shy. “Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the compliment,” I said softly, still hard enough for both Brooklyn and the journalist to hear.

“Such a lovely lady,” the journalist smiled again. “But I won’t hold you two up here any longer. You sure have some more things to do. I hope I can do another interview with you sometime, Brooklyn. Maybe both of you.” The man winked at us and then disappeared behind some paparazzi to let them take more photos of us.

After the whole red carpet thing, we went inside to search for our places. It was an immense building and there were so much people. I was holding Brooklyn’s hand, just so I wouldn’t get lost. Then, we saw David with Harper on his lap.

“I think our seats must be somewhere near my dad,” Brooklyn said into my ear to make himself audible for me. I just nodded and walked behind him toward David.

“There you two are,” David said. “I was already wondering what took you so long.”

“Some journalist who thought we were a thing,” Brooklyn said nonchalantly.

I felt myself blushing for the hundredth time tonight when I heard David’s response: “Well, I can’t blame him. You two look good together,” he said with a slight smile on his face. “Right, Harper?” Harper nodded and smiled as big as she could at us.

Brooklyn groaned. “Dad, stop. We’re just friends, okay.”

The lights dimmed and we sat down in our seats. A woman made a small talk before the show began. The show started off with the underwear collection from Calvin Klein with their super skinny Calvin Klein models who were showing of Calvin’s latest designs. After Calvin came Victoria’s Secret. All those girls were so skinny and beautiful. I looked down at my belly and then looked back at the two models who were modeling for Victoria’s Secret. I looked so fat compared to them.

After Victoria’s Secret came the latest fashion of Carl Lagerfield. Also his models were as skinny as their bodies could let them be.

I began to feel more insecure with every following label and after the fifth label I bent down to Brooklyn. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I said in his ear. He gave me a worried expression, but before he could answer me, I quickly stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I rushed to the ladies restroom and saw myself, looking a bit helpless. I almost ran my fingers through my hair, but thought about how much time I spent on it, so I didn’t.

The door opened and I quickly looked up, trying not to look as helpless as I felt. A sigh of relief left my mouth when I saw that it was only Brooklyn.

“Hey,” he spoke worriedly, “what’s up? Why did you run away like that? Is there something wrong?”

I just shook my head and forced a smile on my face. “No, nothing’s wrong. Really,” I smiled.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at me. “Tell me. I won’t say anything to anybody, I promise.”

I sighed and thought about it. If I’d keep it to myself, I’d probably feel more helplessly than I already felt. “I just feel a bit insecure watching those super skinny girls out there,” I sighed softly, leaning against the cold wall.

A small smile cracked on Brooklyn’s face. “Ahw, don’t. You’re beautiful. Gosh, you’re absolutely way more beautiful than any other girl out this toilet. Don’t be insecure.”

My cheeks flushed red and I shook my head. “No, Brooklyn, I’m not, okay. You don’t have to lie to me just to make me feel better, because I don’t.”

“Why would I lie to my friend?” Brooklyn asked me. His face was all serious. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why do you think I’m beautiful?” I asked softly. I looked up at him when he didn’t answer me after a couple minutes.

He just stood there, staring at me. Then he opened his mouth and began to talk. “Because I think I’m in love with you.” My eyes widened and I wanted to say something, but Brooklyn just held up his hand to shut me up. “Don’t say anything. I know it’s stupid, I just don’t want you to feel bad. But don’t think I’m lying either, I mean it. I’m think I’m in love with you.”

A small smile appeared on my face and I instantly felt better. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Brooklyn looked up at me and chuckled softly. “We’re lame.”

“We are,” I smiled.

“That’s another reason why I fell in love with you.”

For all those going back to school

If you get to see your tc again for the first time– congrats! I bet you missed them all summer, and I’m sure they missed you too. Just remember to keep yourself safe and find things to do that make you happy. But please, please, please don’t confess until you graduate. I promise it’s not worth it and there is no good possible outcome if you’re underage or if you still have their class. Please please pleeeeease stay safe. Ok. Love you.

Now, if you’re going to a different school for whatever reason– my heart is breaking for us both. I’m going off to college and I’m not going to be able to see my tc until Christmas, which is a huge bummer. Keep yourself occupied and think of all the happy times you had together and stay in touch if your tc said it was ok to do so. Sometimes contact with them can make you feel a little less homesick from time to time. I promise that it’ll get easier the more time wears on. I love you all and I know you can get through it.

Whatever boat you’re in, I wish you nothing but good luck for the upcoming school year and that you end up with the person of your dreams, whether it be your tc or not. Love you guys!!!

the space between - an mmfd fic #22

We find ourselves once again, standing on the front step of 18 Elm Park Road, Stamford, with a six pack of Breezers under our arm and swiping lip gloss from our teeth one last time. This one goes off-script which is not my usual way of doing things at all, but we do end up at the same place eventually, I’ve just chosen an alternate, and some might say arduous, road to get there. I couldn’t sustain the fluff levels of the last one but hopefully you’ll find one or two things to smile at. It’s me though, so you might have to work for them. ;)

I should warn you that my Fizzy love got the better of me and while this is indeed, as they all are and will ever be, about Rae and Finn, this is pretty much a blatant, bold-faced love letter to our Miss Izzy. Chloe however, does not fare as well. I hope you’re okay with that.

I’ve quoted big Willy Shakespeare in this one, again, not my usual way of doing things but, you know, go with it if you can.

The title comes from the Dave Matthews Band song of the same name from the Everyday album. I think I may have used it before for something I wrote in a different fandom, proving that my laziness goes to the bone.

Once again and always, big massive ugly love to @how-ardently because she deserves it, and after my behaviour on this one, wads of stress money, quite frankly.  Writing this has revealed to me something about myself that Erin must have known for ages now; I’m a huge drama queen. I have apologised profusely. How on earth do people write whole books?

Anyway, onwards and inwards (that one’s from the skinny one who plays Marnie in Girls.) Thanks for playing.

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9 and 96 with Bellamy Blake, please?

Bellamy Blake - “It’s Christmas! Don’t be mad at me!”

You didn’t move when the door of your room was opened. You didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t curl your lips up into a smile. You were done with him for today. You were done with trying to explain why Pike was wrong and why he shouldn’t follow him. You were done with fighting over something that seemed way more important to you than it was to him.

“Are you enjoying the big bed?” Bellamy stood still when he realized that you lied across the entire bed. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but I’m afraid I have to.”

“You don’t.” Your eyes flashed open and your lips were forming a straight line. “Because I’m not going to share a bed with you tonight.” You didn’t even bother to push yourself up. You didn’t even bother to look at him. “I don’t know what you see in Pike. I don’t know why you think that what he does and says is okay. I just know that as long as you don’t pick the right side, which is not Pike, you’re not gonna sleep in my bed.”

“Your bed?” Bellamy softened his voice and raised his eyebrows. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t banish me, this is my bed too.” He bent his head and avoided your glance. “I need to sleep somewhere.”

You kept silent for a moment, but you were not planning on making room for him. “And this earth is from the grounders too. Instead you lock them up and want them dead.” You hissed between your teeth. “Be happy that I’m only refusing to share my bed with you. I could make you sleep in a cell with ten others. Or I could kill you.”

“It’s not like that…” Bellamy shook his head. “You’ve seen what they’ve done and what they’re capable of.” He swallowed and once again he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, clearly getting more and more uncomfortable with the second. “The people are afraid.”

“So?” You chuckled. “That gives you the right to lock innocent human beings up? That gives you the right to shoot people who were sent to protect us?” You couldn’t believe your own ears. You didn’t want to believe your own ears. You had known that Bellamy was not in a good place, but now he was in the worst place possible, all because Pike was using his insecurities and fears against him. “How can you be okay with punishing people for crimes they didn’t even commit?”

“Can’t we talk about this another time? After a good night of sleep?” Bellamy cleared his throat and his cheeks were heating up. “It’s Christmas. Don’t be mad at me.” He pouted and he nervously licked his lips.

“I don’t care if it’s Christmas. I wouldn’t even care if it had been your birthday.” You closed your eyes again and pulled the sheets over your head. “And now get the hell out of here. You don’t need to come back before you’ve come to your senses.”

“(Y/N), please, you have to understand…”

“I don’t and I won’t, Bellamy.” You murmured, almost unhearable. “Good night, Bellamy.”