everyday darling



- dark and mysterious 

- cocky as hell 

- sweetheart, kitten, baby doll, baby girl, the list goes on

- “i bet you taste as good as you look” 

- “shut up asshole” 

- you want to hate him

- but you like him

- alot

- pretends he doesn’t care, but actually does

- he would beat up your ex boyfriend for breaking your heart 

- secretly inlove with you

- wont admit it tho


- artistic 

- maybe even writes poetry from time to time

- knows how to take care of someone properly 

- always wants to make sure you’re safe

- “i care about you.. alot actually..”

- princess, flower, pumpkin

- sweetest little munchkin 

- cuddles galore 

- always wants to be around you

- he has so much love to give 

- all for you

- and no one else


- shy

- slightly awkwardly 

- stutters a lot 

- blushes a lot 

- casually likes to watch you, but not in a creepy way

- adores you so much

- a flower everyday 

- honey, princess, sweetie, darling

- he likes to bake you things

- always wants to hold your hand

- forehead kisses

- mostly for him

metaphors at 4 AM

you have never hurt me and i don’t think you ever will. you filled a very sad part of my life with laughter. online friendship feeling better than the real thing. it’s funny because before two weeks ago– i only heard your voice through music and poetry. no bullshit, just genuine love. all of my favorite things in one soul. when i let go of my razors, you said that’s my champ. when they love me, you make sure that i’m certain. is it really love or was it because they said the right words at the right time? the right person can still be wrong for you. your methods are light. your methods are simple. you cannot force love. you can only free it. like how da vinci sketched– he’d buy caged birds just to give them flight. like in fight club when the narrator finally let Tyler Durden go by shooting himself in the cheek– sometimes you have to kill a piece of yourself to save the whole. like how tupac will always love jada– even if death arrives, the impact shall remain. like how shane koyczan writes about his darling sara– the failing use of my right hand will never stop me from writing. there are soulmates and then there’s you. maybe you’re my twin flame. maybe you’re my balance. a response for all of my elements. if i am fire, you’re a barrel of gasoline. vent, rant. it does not matter, just don’t break your other hand. punch the pen into the sky instead– let the ink make the stars happy. let the hole become the moon. if i am water, you are my reflection. calm, breathe. just like that. sway your emotions into the sea, give the ocean its blue. be my sunrise. be my sunset. the greeks had gods to explain their natural world– and i’ve got you. my poetics. my prose. my bleeding heart used to play spin the bottle by my exes and it’s always in my head, in a metaphor, in a maze, in a love letter, in a paper crane, in a cootie catcher, in my bad habits– so i met her at 4 am– so i’ll meet you at 4 am, everyday. is that okay?

20 aug 17 

had a lovely retreat over the weekend, time in worship and fellowship with friends :-) 

there is little more I want than to inspire and encourage people in their walks with Christ, for the importance of light & life - in every sense of the word - is something I am only starting to grasp, and all the more must learn about x 

get one here. have a labour day sale coming (for those in the US!)  so keep a lookout :-) wishing you all a good week, my inbox is always open if you need prayer/simply a listening ear. 

Heart of Gold - Jaime Lannister

Jaime Lannister didn’t know how to properly win over the right girl’s heart and you didn’t know how you could love someone as much as you loved Jaime.

Originally posted by go-fandom-imagines

The soft knock on your door made you jump. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially this late in the evening. Setting your book down on the table, you stood from your chair. The shawl around your shoulders fell to the side as you walked over to the door. You didn’t pay any mind to it, being caught up with who could be waiting at your door.

“Who’s there,” you called out, getting closer to the door. A shuffling could be heard behind your door and you swallowed hard. Nervousness flooded over, sending your heart into a flutter. Your years in King’s Landing had made you weary. Another moment of silence passed until you got an answer.

“It’s Jaime,” you let out a sigh of relief. Gently opening the door, your eyes landed on the Lannister man. It felt like ages since you had seen him. You longed to be in his arms once more.

“Come in,” you said, pulling him gently by the arm. Once he was inside, you shut the door and turned to face him. His eyes were tired, from the battle he fought in most likely. He wore a loose shirt, as if he hadn’t had the time to dress properly. It only made him look more attractive. His bulky armor hid his body too much for your liking. “When did you return?” you asked softly.

“Around an hour ago,” Jaime said with a soft smile on his features. His green eyes were bright when they met your gaze. “I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he added, taking a step towards you. He was standing before you with one long stride. Jaime’s hands rested on your hips, pulling your body flush with your own. He leaned his head close to yours to whisper in your ear, “I missed you, darling. Everyday when the sun came up and set on the coast.”

“I missed you as well,” you said, looking into Jaime’s eyes. You knew you couldn’t match the sentiment in his words. As much as he denied it, Jaime was a helpless romantic. Each time he returned from his travels and wars, he made sure to always come right to you.

“Tell me how much,” Jaime hummed and you let out a small laugh. The Lannister smiled down at you, moving one of his hands to cover your shoulders again with your shawl. “Are you cold?” You smiled at his concern.

“Only a little,” but your words came too late. Jaime was already walking over to the fireplace, adding more wood to the barely lit embers. “You don’t have to do that,” you said, walking over to where he was crouched down. He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised, eyeing your shawl. Looking back to the fire, or lack thereof, Jaime coaxed warm flames to rise up. The light bathed the room in an orange glow.

“I do have to,” Jaime said, standing up beside you. “My Lady is chilled and I wish to provide her with warmth.” He wrapped an arm around your waist then, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You closed your eyes at the touch, savoring the fact you beloved was with you once more. He was gone far too often for your liking.

“There are other ways to create warmth,” you teased and Jaime smiled down at you. At first, you were surprised he didn’t counter with an equally flirty response. Then you saw what was hidden behind that smile: a darkness. Something had happened while he was away. You didn’t dare question it, knowing Jaime wouldn’t say anything. He had a habit of hiding his more sensitive thoughts and feelings about his family, himself included.

 “Why don’t we go to bed? Get some rest to battle whatever tomorrow brings to our door.” It would be better to wait for him to tell you what was bothering him, or what he saw; or what he did. He would tell you with time but first he would need to rest. 

“I do like the sound of that,” Jaime said tiredly. You felt his fingers intertwine with yours, giving your hand a light squeeze. You both walked over to your large bed. Folding the covers to the side, you crawled underneath the soft sheets and Jaime soon followed.

Once he was comfortable on his back, you scooted closer to Jaime’s side. His body heat emanated from him as warm as the fire he lit in the hearth. Jaime smiled tiredly at you, moving so he could pull you to him. His long blond hair was already messed from the pillow and moving about; but his hair was far from this Lannister’s thoughts.

He pulled you to his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder. One of your arms wrapped around his torso, trying to hold on to his large frame. With one of his hands trailing through your hair, Jaime looked down at you. You looked so about as tired as he felt, with small, dark circles forming under your eyes. Yet you still were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He could still remember the moment he laid his eyes on you. You were defending an older man from one of the members of the City Watch. Jaime heard your yelling before he saw you; and you were a sight to behold. You were standing your ground, after helping the poor man up, and chazied the watchman.

“He meant no harm,” you had hissed, “if your King wants you hurting old men and children he is no King of mine.” Your words had been near treasonous, but Jaime stepped in before the situation had escalated. You still gave him a hard time, even if he did save your skin.

“I don’t need saving Ser Jaime,” you had said. He noted that you never once called him Kingslayer. Perhaps the Mad King was no King of yours after all. “Thank you, but I can handle myself.” Jaime smiled at the memory, looking down at where you were now; lying on his chest, half asleep. After your first encounter with him, Jaime made it a routine of his patrols to stop at that spot. You were always there reading or talking to one of the small folk.

“You’re staring at me,” you mumbled, breaking Jaime from his reverie. He let out a chuckle at your words. You looked up at him with a lazily smile on your lips. “I always know when you’re staring at me.” That was a truth.

He’d stare at you on those long days, while you read in your spot near the old fountain. You one day called him out on it and that was the day Jaime knew he had to have you. Tywin gave him flack for wishing to marry a lowborn girl, but Jaime went to do it anyway. He spent so much time, so much gold, trying to win your affections. It was only when you saw Jaime help a lost child find his mother when you showed any interest in him at all.

“You’re Kingsguard,” you had said, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. A young lad needs his mother. And I’m Kingsguard no longer.” That night, you both had ended up learning more about each other. Jaime talked of his late mother for the first time in years and you told him about your own family. He explained why you were the reason he left the Kingsguard.

“I didn’t want to break my oath anymore than I already have,” he had said. You had only smiled, but his words made your heart flutter. That was also the night you allowed him to officially court you; and years later, it brought you to your shared bed.

“I was thinking about when we first met,” Jaime said softly. He trailed his fingers over the soft skin of your arm. Your shawl had fallen once more, exposing the skin. You smiled at the thought, going over the memory yourself.

“You were so foolish,” you said with a grin. Jaime feigned hurt, resting his other hand against his chest. You smiled at his action, moving to look into his eyes better. You were now almost sitting up, leaning against his arm.

“Foolish? You were the one going against every one of my attempts at courtship.”

“You were the one who thought you could buy me with all the Lannister gold in your pocket.” You smiled smugly at your husband, knowing you had won the argument.

“Says Y/N Lannister,” he teased, “you eventually fell for my charms.” You rolled your eyes at his words, leaning close to his face so you could taunt him with your lips.

“After I saw your compassion,” you whispered. “After I saw your heart, that’s when I fell for you. That day you helped that little boy find his mother again.” You gave in to your own need and pecked his lips softly. Jaime remained quiet, sensing you still had more to say. “You have a good heart, Jaime. It’s buried sure,” you said with a light heart smile. Jaime let out an amused huff before you continued. “But you’re heart is good. No battlefield can change that, no matter your kill count. I love you and your heart of gold.”

“So it was Lannister gold that won you over,” Jaime said, without missing a second. You let out a groan and moved away from him. Jaime let out a chuckle before moving closer to you. He leaned over you, his chest pressing lightly against yours. With you pinned beneath him, you looked smaller than normal. Jaime’s gaze softened at the sight of you.

“All jokes aside,” he whispered, leaning down to get closer to you. “I love you too,” he pressed a slow kiss to your lips. You hummed at the contact, wishing you both weren’t so tired. His nose brushed gently against yours as he moved to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’ll always have a spot in my golden heart.” You smiled, one of your hands moving to his hair. The long strands had fallen over his face, until your brushed them aside.

“Good,” you whispered, “because that’s where I want to be.” Jaime’s lips turned up in a loving smile before he pressed them against your lips once more. You couldn’t remember how you had passed the day before you felt Jaime’s touch, or heard his heart beat soundly in his chest. 

Now you couldn’t sleep without hearing the steady beat of his heart. You had never loved someone like this before, and perhaps that was alright. A love like yours could last through lifetimes.

[Femslash February]: Flowers

i feel like i’m just going to accept the fact that i’m going to be perpetually a day behind on these things. 

also this took forever to write im off my game today xD

Day 9: Flowers (Alyanette)

Words: 2200

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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One of the first things Alya learned about Marinette was that she doodled flowers when she was bored. 

They started off as small, blossoming roses in the corners of her notebooks that weren’t any larger than the tip of her pinky. If you left her to it for long enough, she’d wrap vines, leaves, ladybugs, caterpillars, bees, birds, clouds, and more flowers all around the margins of her book. Sometimes, she’d sneak her colored felt pens and highlighters to school and add in whorls of colors and outlandish patterns until her entire notebook page was covered with fields and gardens and windowsills dripping in plants. She’d always take a picture of it on her phone – to turn it into an embroidery, or a screen print for a t-shirt, or a design for a book cover – and pout pitifully for Alya to send her copies of her notes. 

It blended seamlessly into the normality that was Marinette – the color pink, pigtails, the smell of bread, pinpricks on fingertips, different nail polish everyday, humming music under her breath, and doodling flowers in class. 

One day, Alya’s hand was right next to Marinette’s notebook, and Marinette continued the doodle from the edge of the page onto the back of Alya’s hand. Alya raised a brow when she started, but shrugged when Marinette asked if it bothered her. As far as idiosyncracies went, Marinette’s were all rather harmless. Besides, it was rather nice to take notes with one hand and feel the light brush of Marinette’s pen sketching away against her other. 

It always took three washes in the shower to get all the pen out, and her mother kept worrying her with folk knowledge about skin cancer and ink poisoning, but Alya didn’t like showing up to school the next day with the sketches still on her arm. It almost felt like her duty to give Marinette a blank canvas everyday, to encourage her darling little habits that were secretly the highlight of Alya’s day. 

“Why flowers?” she asked Marinette as she added yellows and oranges to the sunflowers she was drawing along the vein inside of her wrist. 

Marinette tapped the end of her pen against Alya’s nose. “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

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Thousand years (Benjamin x Reader)

Requested by @craving-horans-hug: Could you do an imagine where Benjamin (Rami in Twilight) meets Bella’s sister and he begins to fall in love with her even though she’s human?

A/N: I hope you like it :)

Word count: 1,661

“And you’re really okay with staying here?” Bella asked as she was packing some of her daughter’s clothes into a bag. You offered to keep an eye on the cottage while your sister went on vacation with her husband Edward and Reneesme, your little niece. They had planned to travel to Brazil for some weeks and thought that especially for Reneesme it would be a perfect opportunity since she was spending her whole time in the woods and in no other places.

“I do appreciate your offer, but you don’t have to do this.” She said. You went next to your sister to help her, grabbed some clothes and laid them in the bag.  “Listen, Bella. I don’t really mind. I’m totally fine with that. Besides, I need some time-out from society and your place is the one I can spend some alone time.” She sighed and when you had finished packing, she put the bag in the corridor. She didn’t like the idea leaving you alone in the woods with no one around. Since, Carlisle and his family were also gone there was no one who could help you by emergencies. What if something happened? You saw your sister’s worried face and put your hands on her shoulders. “Don’t worry, Bella. I’ll be fine.” You smiled at her reassuringly. “Okay.” She answered, pulling you into a tight hug.

Suddenly, Reneesme ran into the room, grabbing you by your wrists. “Auntie!” The little girl called. In one hand, she held one of her favorite books. “I want you to read this for me!” It was almost bedtime and she never slept before someone read for her. You smiled and nodded, pulling her into your arms and brought her to her bedroom. You covered her with blankets, then laid beside her and started reading.

Meanwhile, Bella and Edward discussed what they could do so you wouldn’t stay alone. “Isn’t there anyone who is willing to take care of her?” Bella asked. “At least for the nights?” Just thinking about that something bad could happen to you made her shiver. Edward started thinking. “Hmm, I guess there is someone who doesn’t mind to watch out for her.”  He grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number. Bella looked at him confused. “Who are you calling?” Edward only shook his head. “You’ll see.”

The next day, you woke up very early to prepare a breakfast before your family left. Reneesme was the first who entered the kitchen. You placed her on the counter and she watched you cut some tomatoes into pieces. After that, everybody gathered to the dining room and you enjoyed a wonderful farewell breakfast.

At twelve o’clock, it was time. Edward prepared the car so they had a comfortable drive to the airport. You and Bella put the bags into the trunk.  All of sudden, you got a strange feeling in your stomach. Like someone was watching you. As you slowly turned around, you looked into some bloody red eyes. Out of sheer fright, the bag in your hand fell to the ground. Bella looked at you questioningly, but then noticed the young boy in front of you.

“Hi, Benjamin!” She greeted and walked towards him, sharing a friendly hug. Edward joined the group with Reneesme in his arms, who instantly wrapped her tiny arms around the boy’s neck. “Benny!” She squeaked happily. Thereupon, Benjamin patted her hair lovingly. “Hello, Nessie.” He said.

You stared at Bella with a confused expression. Who was this young boy and what was he doing here? Bella wanted to explain, however, the young boy turned to you, extended his hand that you grabbed. He put a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You were dumbfounded, because nobody had ever made a gesture to you like that. His red eyes, which suddenly turned into a shade of green, showed a trace of delight. So he was a vampire. “May I introduce myself? I’m Benjamin. And who might this beautiful young woman be?” “(Y/N).” You whispered. “(Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He was indeed a very handsome man. He was tanned with curly black hair and a wonderful smile. The more you stared at him, the more your heart pounded against your chest heavily. You felt yourself blushing so you averted your gaze. “(Y/N), Benjamin is from the Egyptian clan and willing to watch out for you while we’re gone.” Bella explained. “Why?” You asked as you turned to her. You hadn’t still got used to the fact that your sister and her husband became vampires and you felt very uncomfortable to stay with one since you were the only human being there. What if he was going to suck out the life from your body? “Don’t you worry, (Y/N), you can trust him.” Edward reassured you.

You kissed Reneesme on her cheek and hugged your sister deeply before they went into the car. “I’ll talk to you later.” Was the only thing you heard when the car disappeared between the trees.

Now you were standing next to Benjamin, totally nervous and shy. “Do you want to come in?” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper. He looked grateful at you and then the both of you walked to the cottage.

The next few days, you and Benjamin became very good friends. You often used to take a walk and he showed you some of his favorite places. One evening you made a movie night and it was very enjoyable. He was very funny, kind and a loving guy. But what you didn’t notice was that the more time you both spend, his affection towards you became even stronger. From the very first moment, he started to have feelings for you and hoped you’d do the same. And when he had to leave you for certain reasons, all he wanted to do was returning back quickly so he could stay longer in your presence. He was grateful for every second he was able to be with you.

Every night, Benjamin took care of you while you were sleeping to make sure you were safe. Just like now. You were cuddled up in Reneesme’s bed, sleeping peacefully. Benjamin stared at your sleeping form, admiring your beauty. His interior was burning with desire, he was yearning for your touch. He wanted you to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. He wanted to kiss your soft lips. But the most, he wanted to spend an eternity with you. After Tia, he never thought he would fall in love with someone so deeply again. But he knew you would never become a vampire. You loved your life so much, as you told him, and he wouldn’t destroy it by turning you into one of them. And hell, Bella would kill him if she found out.

Benjamin carefully stroked your soft hair and plastered a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Sleep well, my love.” He sat onto the couch in the living room and he spent the whole night thinking about you.

The next evening, you were alone at the cottage. Benjamin left for some reasons but he assured to come back. You made yourself comfortable with a book and nice drink in front the fireplace. You were so concentrated in your book, you didn’t even realized that Benjamin entered the house. You flinched as he put his hand on your shoulder. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s alright.” You replied. He took a seat next to you, staring at you curiously. “What have you been doing?” He asked. “Not too much. I cleaned up the house and read some books.” He just nodded.

His eyes gazed around the room and a radio in the bookshelf caught his attention. He stood up to plug it in. Then he pressed the play-button and the living room was filled with music that caught your attention. By coincidence “A thousand years” by Christina Perri began to play. It was one of your favorite plays. Benjamin bent down, offering his hand to you. “May I have this dance with you, m’lady ?” He asked politely. You blushed at his statement but nodded. He took your hand and lifted you to your feet. But before you began to dance, he pushed the couch aside so you both had enough space to move.

Then you both positioned yourself so you were very close to each other. He took your one hand to his left and the other one he placed on his shoulder. You felt very warm when he placed his hand on your waist. You never had been so close to a man before. It was beautiful, how you both stood there. Your bodies fitted perfectly together like they were made just for each other. You looked at him in the eyes and saw nothing more than love and happiness. Slowly, you finally began to move to the music.

During the dance you could do nothing but stare him in the eyes. You were so captivated by him, his appearance, his personality. He was the most beautiful man you had ever met. And that was when you realized your had feelings for him. Your heart skipped a beat to the realization and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Benjamin spun you around once, but then pressing your body against him. His breath tickled your neck and you wished he would kiss you right there. “I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I loved you for a thousand more….” He sang in your ear. You smiled at his sweet confession. He put your head between his hands, caressing your cheeks gently.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He whispered as he pulled you into a sweet, passionate kiss. Time stand still and on the background you could hear the song coming to an end. I loved you for a thousand more…

Thousand Years [Lin-Manuel X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: This song seems a bit angsty and I was inspired to write a songfic. (I love song fics)

Summary: Lin and Reader’s journey.

A/N: Remember that time I asked you what I should write my next fic about? This is it. Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for their opinion on the plot! Shoutout to Julia @matt10nt and Lea @fandomsinabookshelf for chilling out and reading this during the call!

Word Count: 968


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I Have Loved You

Words: 921
SONG FIC: A Thousand Years - Christina Perri
Tony Stark X Reader:
Request: Lol… you know what’s up hahah. Can I request Tony x reader. The song A Thousand Years. Of course I leave the rest to you. But fluff please I’ve been feeling very down lately. Thank You :)”  -@TonyStarksGirl 

Heart beats fasts. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? Watching you stand alone, all of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer.

It seemed impossible, but there he was. Tony Stark, in the flesh. They’d told you he died, and legally he was still dead. The company, more specifically Obadiah Stane, had pronounced him legally dead. What else could they do? He’d been gone for three agonizing months. But Tony Stark wasn’t done surprising the world just yet. You watched as Colonel Rhodes escorted your billionaire best friend down the ramp of the military plane they’d both flown in on.  You’d known each other practically your whole lives, but you had never been so happy to see him as you were in that moment. Despite what everyone had been telling you for so long, Tony Stark was alive.

I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.

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