damn you lucky

anonymous asked:

GUESS WHO HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP AND HAS A DATE AND PLANS ON GOING TO SEE WONDER WOMAN AGAIN -Sir Patrick Anon ps good luck with the work trial, i know you're going to be great

DAMN LUCKY YOU 😂😂😂AGAIN!! ps. Thanks! I’m gonna do my best xD

You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, y’know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun light is slow-dancing through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy lemonade Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s bucketing down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off into slumber. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the mere thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a cheeky kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks, and confetti canons exploding in your clear blue skies. You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day

– Thought Catalog

If she chooses you please, I beg of you, hold her hand when she’s nervous and when she isn’t,
Never stop responding to her when you’re angry, talk it out because she will lose sleep wondering if things will be the same come morning and if they can be fixed, 
Over time she will blame herself for the flaws in the relationship,
Remind her you’re equally at fault but there will always be things that are out of your control, you’re stronger together.

If she chooses you, please listen to her talk about soccer and the gym,
She’s addicted to the competitiveness of games and to the rolling wave of a high she gets when she pushes her body,
Take her to see her favorite team and cheer her on as much as she cheers the team on.

If she chooses you, I ask that you show her every ounce of respect you have,
She may come with a bite but she is gentle,
She teases and taunts, but if you look at her eyes right before she looks away you’ll see she is afraid of losing something important,
She takes herself more seriously than she lets anyone know,
So be gentle with her.

If she chooses you, wash her hair for her when she bathes and let her squeeze you firmly when she gets into bed next to you, she’ll loosen up when she realizes you aren’t going anywhere.

If she chooses you, please pay attention to the little things,
Like the way she pouts and curls in on herself getting silent,
You don’t have to talk to her in those moments, just be there with her,
She’ll love you for it.

If she chooses you, plan adventures with her,
Go hiking even if it’s too hot or too cold, and make sure you bring an extra jacket in case she gets cold, a blanket too,
Take her to see the things you see beauty in, including herself in the mirror each morning.

If she chooses you, fight for her when she’s stubborn and always wait for her with an open place next to you in your bed, 
Don’t let somebody else lay in her spot,
She belongs there.

If she chooses you, cook for her on the days she spends resting,
She exhilarates herself so much that she often forgets to take a break,
Feed her and keep her company,
Be there when she wakes.
If she chooses you, understand how damn lucky you are,
There is no competition greater than the one of capturing more than her heart,
If she gives it all to you, please take care of it,
Take care of her.

If she chooses you, please choose her too.

—  ARH // If she chooses you
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Ryder & Lexi Moments 1 / ?

“You know, I think I’m finally getting the hang of the British crossword.”

Moon of Fire Part ii (Sastiel Sequel)

Thank you so much to everyone who showed their love for the first of part of Moon of Fire! Special mention to @thebookdiviner for her amazing, beautiful, gorgeous aesthetics edit for part i as well!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v

*****

“Bring her back,” Kastiel had shouted, clawing at the floorboards in the House of Mist. “Bring her back!”
“She’s gone, Kastiel,” Amren said, pulling him to his feet.
Kastiel shook his head. “How do you know? How do you know where she went, if she’s alright, if she’s made it? How do you know?”
Amren’s mouth was about to open, about to make a sound, before Kastiel was yanked from his dream.
He was sweaty, despite the open windows that let the cool breeze of the night in. He wished the dream hadn’t ended so abruptly, so he could hear Amren’s steady voice, explaining to him everything so vividly, so clearly, as if to say how could you ever doubt me, Kastiel?
Now, he lay awake in the bed he’d shared with Seraphine.
It was cold and empty—just as he was.
Though he couldn’t shake that feeling, that undeniable dread at the thought of Seraphine gone from him. Somewhere he couldn’t go.
I came alive when I met you she had said to him.
Yet she still left.
And he didn’t come with her.
The shadows rippled in the corner of his eye. Anyone who wouldn’t have known what to look for could have easily mistaken it for nothing. Though Kastiel knew better.
“Father asked you to spy on me again?” he said into the shadows.
“Not quite,” Azriel said, appearing at the foot of his bed. “I’m just here to check on you.”
Kastiel turned those words over and over in his head. He couldn’t understand what exactly he was feeling—couldn’t even put it into words. But he was certain on one thing—he shouldn’t have let Seraphine’s fingers slip from his hands. He shouldn’t have let her go through the portal alone, without him, without telling her how he felt. Letting Seraphine go was the biggest mistake of his life.
“I’m going to get her back. I’m going to tell her.”
He met his uncle’s eyes and shifted to the side of the bed to make room.
Azriel laid down next to him and together, they comforted each other in their silence.

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Imagine Dean coaching your daughter’s soccer team.


Characters: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: mild angst, super fluff, daddy! Dean (yes, it’s a warning because *swoon*)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TEN. The line requested was “The whistle makes me their god.” It was requested by @pinknerdpanda​ . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I didn’t get to add in the smut that you requested because the story in my head just didn’t lend itself to it. Hope you aren’t too disappointed with the outcome. I personally had tears of joy in my eyes as I was editing it. I LOVE daddy! Dean. 

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Misguided Ghosts

Originally posted by wonhontology

Mafia!au; Wonho

Two souls from opposite sides. 

Caution: Smut ahead.


“Hello sweetheart.”

You turned to come face to face with a familiar face. It was Shin Hoseok. The heir to your families rival mafia family. You shot a glare in his direction. “I see someone doesn’t care about his own safety.”

Hoseok entered into your bedroom through the window, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Please,” he chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to.”

You took the gun that was placed under your vanity, lazily pointing it towards Hoseok. “You really wanna bet your life on it?”

Hoseok continued to saunter over towards you, not concerned about the firearm pointed at him. He took your hand that held the weapon to make the nozzle press against his chest. “Then do it,” he breathed.

You rolled your eyes as you withdrew the pistol. “You seriously have a death wish.” He shrugged, but that smug smile never left his face. “So do you wanna tell me why you risked coming here? You know that if one of my fathers men catches you they’ll kill you without a thought. Especially with you being in my room.”

Hoseok took your hands, pulling you up and into his body. His arms snaked around your waist. “I like to live dangerously,” he whispered into your ear. The breath hitting your sensitive skin, causing chills down your spine. His head dipped to leave a teasing kiss on your neck. You closed your eyes, tilting your head to allow him better access. “Tell me love, how much did you miss me?”

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Secrets Never Keep Around Here

Steve Rogers/ Reader

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Words: 1,025

Summary: The moment you began to see color wasn’t the only wild thing to happen to you.

Request: okay I’ve had this idea but like soulmate AU [where you can’t see color until you meet your s/o]. Steve found his soulmate randomly on a run one day bUt he keeps her a secret bc he doesn’t want anyone bothering her or anything and he’s always making lame excuses to leave the tower to see her secretly but one day he slips with the avengers and everyone’s like “whEn DiD tHis Happen” and they all meet her and she’s so tiny next to Steve and fluff ensues

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s note: u ever sit in a dark room while eating m&ms? it’s a surreal experience. also, my bad


You are so damn lucky that you got out of bed early this morning to go jogging.

For as long as you can remember, you never knew color. Your whole life was basically black, white, and grey. You remained optimistic as your friends began to see color while your vision stayed colorless. Such a dreary life it had been before you saw him.

And he saw you.

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anonymous asked:

Let us fill the gruvia tag with some positivity. What are your top 5 gruvia moments?

Originally posted by giffity-gif-gif

SO MANY TO CHOOSE OMG WHICH ONE I SHOULD PICK I FEEL SO MUCH PRESSURE WHILE I’M WRITTING THIS ASKDJFHJSKDJF

Here we go, this is gonna be LONG (sorry!).

NUMBER 5: The first time they holded hands is absolutely a fav from my part, Gray comforts Juvia and gives her (cough cough as always) an increase in her morale while fighting Lyon and Chelia, as a consequence, a lovely unison trust which defeated their opponents WITH THEIR LOVE POWER

NUMBER 4: SECOND TIME HOLDING HANDS I’M SCREAMING GRAY. The reason why this moment is a step higher than the unison raid is because this memorable phrase of Gray: “I’m here with you” (Not “Fairy Tail”, not “our friends”, not “Don’t worry”, I, GRAY FULLBUSTER -your future husband btw- AM WITH YOU) This moment is absolutely warmer and more private with a lot of physical contact than the last one, even the atmosphere screams “this is love” and is beautiful. Please appreciate it for a minute more before passing to the next one

NUMBER 3: THANK YOU. Here, kinda similar to the “I’m here with you” moment, exists a lot of physical contact and is very private, which I like a lot because everything screams romance with this pairing. I liked (and screamed and jumped btw) where I read this was the mutual understanding and this mixture of feelings: Guilt and pain turned into warm and grateful feels that made me cry because the impact. What I love about Juvia is her honesty and her loyal love to Gray (damn you lucky man). Juvia, our cutie encarnation of love giving up on Gray because the guilt of killing (indirectly) Gray’s FATHER? Not running away pretending nothing did happen, but to face her guilt to GRAY? My heart was in pieces indeed. I won’t deny I was SCARED of Gray’s reaction, because If I try to empathize with him, he has all the right to be angry or even be violent, and that scared me, but it didn’t happen, he was GRATEFUL that Juvia gave Silver the rest in peace he needed, not before feeling sorry for her to coming  trough all this, because he knows it was a hard choice for him, and for Juvia. THANKS MASHIMA.

NUMBER 2: If the last one was a truly precious moment for me, this is better since this is practically a summary of what I talked before. Is the first time I can see Gray so clearly and direct towards Juvia’s presence and is a page that has all my appreciation. I can’t stop reading it! If there is a reason why I prefer this moment than the Tartaros one even if this one doesn’t have physical contact (but does have the privacy) is Gray’s position: He is (finally cough cough) facing Juvia’s feelings and giving both a reason to keep living after the war. This is so beautiful Mashima, thanks so much for this, is precious.

NUMBER 1: DOUBLE SACRIFICE ASDFGHJKJHGFDSASDFGH LET ME SCREAM FOR THE NEXT HOUR HOLY SHIP.

Until the date, this is my favourite Gruvia moment ever! What I love about Gruvia is how often Mashima shows us a lot of their development, synchronization and true feelings they have for each other (Even if Gray’s are kinda indirect since he is a man of action) And this moment is the cherry of the top (Thanks Invel, without your chains we wouldn’t have this awesomeness).

Mashima shows a very human Juvia, vulnerable but brave. Scared to die, like every human, but a very strong woman who can win a battle of feels (And I loved that perspective, I could feel how precious is live) And Gray? Well, the same with him obviously. After all they did the same sacrifice.

But Giu, how about that moment were Gray died for Juvia in Eclipse? Yeah! I loved that moment too but THIS one is perfection, if I have to compare, the double sacrifice is 10000000 better. Both doing the same thing, at the same time, because they are too precious (LOVED) to give damage to the other one. Giving up their LIFES and EVERYTHING they had to live for not hurting the other IS A PRECIOUS PROOF OF BRAVE AND LOVE. THANKS FOR GIVING US SO MANY GRUVIA FEELS MASHIMA.

“Over the many thousands of years of my existence I have made many mistakes, Peter. But you’re not one of them.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t do none of it right. But I’m damn lucky you was my boy.”

Two lines, spoken by the two fathers in Peter Quill’s life, one biological, one chosen. Even in these two small lines the characters of these men and their relationships with Peter are brought to light and contrasted with the other.

The first, spoken by a man who had killed his other “progeny” and only created them in the first place to further his own selfish goals.

The second, spoken by a man who saved Peter’s life from the first man and chose to raise him as best he knew how.

The first line demonstrates how, even when seemingly complimenting his son, Ego is making everything about himself. My existence. I have made. Everything is about Ego when it should be about Peter, the son he abandoned.

But Yondu’s line is different. While he mentions himself, he’s apologetic. I didn’t do none of it right. And in the second sentence, he makes it all about Peter, his adopted son, the son he chose. I’m damn lucky you was my boy.

Two similar lines, but two totally different sentiments. Ego was a jackass. Yondu was a father.

ok buuuuut Ryder and Jaal would be the Actual Worst at PDA + grossing out every single squadmate with how lovey dovey they are (not to mention Ryder’s sibling)

anonymous asked:

“Alright, I love you.” :)

List of my other Prompts found HERE


Those three little words have been left on the tip of your tongue for quite a while now. You want to say them, to see his eyes light up as you finally reveal that you love him, but you always feels held back, the three words get choked up in your throat and you can’t manage to get them out, no matter how much you want to express them. 

Maybe it is because you have been hurt before, and the fact that those three little words can mean so much, one moment they are floating around perfectly, the next they mean nothing. Maybe it is because ’I love you' is overly used sometimes, and expressed far too quickly within a relationship. The three little words are not words you like to throw around without them holding meaning. They are sentimental words that are not to be taken lightly, they are not just pick up lines to effortlessly roll off the tip of your tongue. 

He knows that you have been hurt before, he knows that there is a decent reason for being reserved and anxious when it comes to telling him that you love him, too. He knows that you love him, even if you don’t announce it from the rooftops or express the words while in the comfort of his living room when you both agree on staying in and watching a movie before you go back to your apartment. 

You were wrapped up in the comfort of your comforter, trying to take your mind off the aches and pains the terrible bug had begun to put you through. You weren’t much of a complainer when it came down to you contracting some sort of cold or bug, you have always been the stubborn one to deal with it on your own, as a kid you would refuse to tell your Mum when you were sick because you did not want her to coddle you like she did your siblings. You found it to be consuming and overbearing. As you grew older, that did not change. 

So when Harry showed up at your doorstep, with flowers and a bottle of wine, you were rather surprised. His smiles gently dimmed as he noticed your pyjamas, dark eyes, and pale tone. 

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anonymous asked:

heyy,can you write a story where jughead tells archie how lucky he is that betty loves him/how amazing betty is and betty overhears it and confronts jughead and kisses him.

This ones how I wish it would go down!

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What was wrong with Archie Andrews?

That seemed to be the question of the year, regarding the red headed, boy next door.

Normally, jughead would defend his former best friend, especially now that they were rekindling their friendship

But

Not this time. Not when said best friend was going on about how annoying Betty Cooper was.

For the first time in his life, he found himself thinking

What was wrong with Archie Andrews?

“I mean, I get it, she’s sort of in love with me, but give me a break, ya know? Like this whole obsession thing, it’s getting old”

Jughead clenched his jaw, his fingers flexing under the table.

“She cares about you arch, she’s just looking out for you.” Jughead ground out.

Archie was rolling his eyes

“Yeah well, I don’t need that “care” it’s messing up my game, everyone’s afraid of hurting Betty, so the girls don’t wanna go out with me. She needs to back off.“

That was it.

Jughead slammed a fist onto the table.

“Back off? You want her to back off? Don’t you get it Archie? Don’t you see how damn lucky you are? She loves you, you’re the boy that that , beautiful, smart, kind, loving girl chose to fall in love with, and you just use it and abuse it, like it’s nothing. If Betty Cooper loved me the way she loves you, i wouldn’t leave her side, let alone
Act like it’s an inconvenience. Get over yourself brother.”

Placing the headphones back over his head, Jughead left a slack jawed, confused Archie standing and staring after him.

At the same time Kevin and Veronica were crouched into the booth directly behind the one Archie and jughead had previously been occupying.

“Did you get all that? ” Veronica asked?

Kevin smirked sliding his phone across the table to Veronica

“You bet I did.”

***

Betty was leaning her head against the cool metal of her locker.
Her mom had been on a rampage this morning.
Apparently the blue sweater she had on did nothing for her eyes, and why didn’t Betty care about her image? Didn’t she know how important first impressions were?

Suddenly a phone was placed right under her line of vision.

She turned around to see Kevin and Veronica smiling at her, Kevin wiggling his phone in the air.

“ watch.” Veronica ordered.

Rolling her eyes ,she took the phone in her hand, playing the video.

Immediately Archie’s face filled the screen, as he went on about how annoying she was.

Looking up to Veronica, hurt in her eyes.

“Keep watching” she said softly, urging her on.

Suddenly the conversation had shifted, and she was now watching a very angry jughead defend her honor.

Eyes wide and teary, she felt her heart ache at the way jughead spoke about her.

She didn’t know.

He never said anything.

She couldn’t count the times he had caught her staring.

He never did anything.

Steeling her shoulders, and passing the phone back to Kevin, she turned on her heels.

A girl on a mission.

Kevin and Veronica were hot on her tail, as she searched for the boy in the beanie.

Spotting him standing by the vending machine flattening out a dollar, he turned at the sound of her steps.

As soon as he caught her eyes, he smiled.

That smile dropped when he noticed the intense look on her face.

“Hey bets, whats going o..”

Betty had him pushed against the vending machine before he even had a chance to finish his sentence.

Her lips were on his and his hands immediately went to her waist.

Veronica and Kevin squeaking behind the couple.

After what felt like hours of kissing, he pulled away. Resting his forehead on hers, and smiling lazily.

Betty placed her hands to his cheeks

“I’m yours if you want me, jughead jones.”

He knew they had a lot to talk about, but right now, he was perfectly happy having Betty Cooper.

Fire Is A Fickle Thing

Characters - Dean X Reader

Summary - A small fuck up on a cold winter night leaves plenty of room to fix the mistake

Word Count - 3252 (It was supposed to be a drabble. Consider this a full bouquet of whoopsie daisies!)

Warnings - Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (remember, irl, no glove, no love), I think that’s it

A/N - Again, you have @sis-tafics to thank/blame for this one. A simple conversation lead to smut (that never happens!) and that lead to this. Jill, it came out slightly different than our conversation. Hope it still fits what you were looking for :)  This is only my second fic I’ve posted, so again, helpful (and kind!) feedback is not only welcomed, it’s needed. Oh and this was unbetaed since I finished it really fucking late (early?).

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You fling the front door open, cold wind blowing snow in behind you and Dean before he turns and pushes it closed against the freezing night. You’re teeth are chattering as your rub your hands up and down your arms, stomping your feet, trying to get your body to warm back up.

“Well, that was a fucking waste of time.” Dean bitches as he starts pulling off his snow packed boots.

You unwind your scarf from your neck and throw it at him, “Ya think? Jesus, Winchester, next time do some damn research!” Dean just tosses your scarf back at you with a roll of his eyes and tugs his cap off his head, his messy hair making your cold fingers itch to run through it.

He had found where your suspect was hiding out, so you had gone to do some surveillance. But he had failed to check the weather forecast and while you were out, a storm had rolled in, bringing snow with it, making you have to bail on your mission. By the time Dean had managed to navigate the slick roads back to the gravel one leading to the cabin, the road was covered with enough snow that he wasn’t going to risk getting Baby stuck. Thankfully, you had at least thought to grab your cold weather gear, and Dean was damn lucky you were a generous enough girlfriend to bring his too. The walk back to the cabin wasn’t really all that long but the snow was heavy and wet, making it difficult to trudge through. And the wind was fucking cold.

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