i woke up this morning and realized NOBODY HAD ASKED ME TOP FIVE THINGS PHICHIT LIKES ABOUT HIS SMOL ANXIOUS BOYCHILD and I stared up at the ceiling and shook my head
ANYWAY NOBODY HAS ASKED BUT I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY: THE MEG STORY
1. The difference between Public Yuri, who is kind of reserved and haughty looking and goes his way through his crowds of admirers like a majestic stag carrying his heavy crown of antlers through the mists of the forest, and Private Yuri, who trips over thin air, cries over shitty Russian cartoons he thinks maybe Victor Nikiforov may have watched, and in general acts like a newborn fawn terrified of the hard, cold world around him.
2. How, when Yuri is tired and hungry, he gets really, really quiet, and when he says anything it’s just an unending stream of salt about people he doesn’t like, and when you give him a granola bar and a place to sit down quietly, he falls asleep like a cranky two year old, his cheeks flushed with temper and exhaustion, still holding the half eaten granola bar.
3. If you catch him just at the right mood and moment, he will sit down on the couch with you and let you cuddle him for hours and watch The King and the Skater and the sequels without a word about them, and also he’s very warm and always slightly soft and very comfortable, even in the middle of competition season.His hair smells nice, too.
(3a. Victor Nikiforov discovers this, only with shitty Russian dramas, and keeps sending Phichit baffled texts like how is he so beautiful????? look at his haaaanddddd and sending Phichit closeups of the beautiful curve of Yuri’s sleeping hand on Victor’s chest.)
4. They did community service at a shelter and Yuri went down under an actual tsunami of dog and stayed there for like two hours, laughing and talking Japanese babytalk. There was a pitbull. The pitbull tried to adopt Yuri.
5. Yuri skates out to the center of the ice, takes a deep breath in, and begins to skate. Every time, Phichit swears to God he sees wings on his back.
today at work i answered the phone to somebody who called the wrong number and i accidentally said ‘your problem’ instead of 'no problem’ so i’m looking forward to thinking about that and feeling guilty every night before falling asleep for the next 7 years
“My dear Rosie, Unbeknownst to you I took this chance before, many, many years ago. You never received that letter and I’m glad because my feelings since then have changed dramatically. They have intensified with every passing day. I’ll get straight to the point because if I don’t say what I have to say now, I fear it will never be said. And I need to say it. Today I love you more than ever; I want you more than ever. I’m a man of fifty years of age coming to you, feeling like a teenager in love, asking you to give me a chance and love me back. Rosie Dunne, I love you with all my heart. I have always loved you, even when I was seven years old and I lied about falling asleep on Santa watch, when I was ten years old and didn’t invite you to my birthday party, when I was eighteen and had to move away, even on my wedding days, on your wedding day, on christenings, birthdays and when we fought. I loved you through it all. Make me the happiest man on this earth by being with me. Please reply to me. All my love, Alex.” Love, Rosie
- Lance let his mom cut his hair
- Lance actively tries getting people to do his morning skin care routine to do with
- Almost every time Keith and Lance hold hands they’re surprised at the difference in their body heat. (Lance being cold and Keith being naturally v warm)
- Lance dishes out flirting but cant take it back or he explodes
- Everyone always eats dinner together
- Lance pulls pranks a lot (mostly on Keith)
- Lance secretly lifts so he can show off later to Keith
- Hunk starts cooking dinner for them all
- Pidges room gets littered in tech stuff
- Every time after a tough mission when they leave their lions the pals kinda group up and hug eachother for a couple minutes
- Coran starting off stories with “back in my century” or something similar
- Keith used to stare at his blade late in the night but now he thinks of his new friends and smiles falling asleep
- Shiro either spent years trying to perfect his eyeliner or has Allura do it for him
i. she runs her fingers across the back of my hand and it feels like being struck by lightning. there is a storm overhead that hasn’t started yet, but the grey skies are not nearly as intimidating as her eyes on my lips
ii. we fall asleep under the same stars every night but years stretch further than the distance between our beds. I never fall asleep in her arms. I have never dreamed of something so much.
iii. a night of firsts. first time skinny dipping. first time breaking into a pool. first time seeing her naked. not a first kiss, yet somehow it always feels so new.
iv. she buys a beat up car and I steal my freedom from under my parents’ thumb. the sound of tires on gravel still sounds like running away.
v. the fireflies stop showing up when we meet. the wind chills and we both freeze in place. I thought time had given us a pause but he doesn’t stop for anyone, not even the young trying to fall in love.
vi. letters only mean so much and no one ever means it when they say “we’ll keep in touch.” her kiss doesn’t feel new and I don’t know if she means it when she tells me “I’ll always love you.”
vii. I loved her. I love her. You never forget your first but it isn’t enough. It isn’t enough.
In Scrabble, LOVE is only worth 7 points || O.L.
Simon x Reader
Summary: Just cute Fluffy stuffs
I take requests btw
You gave a small sigh. It was almost two in the morning and you’d yet to fall asleep. Your boyfriend of two years, Simon lay behind you spooning you. He was naked aside from his boxer, you wearing underwear and a thin tank top. His soft breathing lulling you but, you couldn’t seem to sleep. His right hand laid motionless on your hip with his face tucked into the hair over your shoulder.
You laid next to him in silence, not thinking. Just laying there, mind completely blank. You felt the bed shake as Simon shifted. “You still awake?” He whispered quietly. You hummed in response, still in your dazed state. He was silent. You could hear the crickets chirping and see the illuminating blue light from the full moon as it reflected through the window. “I love you” Simon said randomly. His voice was low and hoarse but, sincere. “I love you too, why so sentimental?” You tell him.
Neither of you moved and there was a pause. “I dunno, I feel like I don’t tell you enough” he told you. You were quiet… “You tell me every day, Si” you told him a smile on your lips. It was true, Simon always said it sometimes it was a quiet whisper in the ear or him yelling out for everyone to hear.“No, I say it but, I want you to really know how much I love you.” He paused before continuing. “I love waking up to you, I love how you brag when you score in Fifa. I love how you get along with my friends, I love how you encourage me to do my job and that face you make when you’re thinking hard and how you sleep with your hair in my face and when you kiss me and tease me and when you tell me I’m annoying even though you love it. I love you so much, it hurts. You’re so beautiful and kind and amazing and I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the light of my life, the woman I want to marry one day and I want us to get a house one day and have little Minter babies and be a happy family and get a dog, and another dog and then they can have little puppies that our kids play with and act cute with and I want you to be the one I grow old with and tell our grandkids about our first date, I want you to be the one I think about before I die and I want everyone to know” he paused. “I love you so much” he said passionately.
You turned around to look at him. You leaned up and peck his lips “I love you so much, Si” you said. A tear slipping from your glassy eye. He wiped it from your face gingerly. A small smile on his face “Don’t cry baby, you’re too pretty to cry over me” he told you which made youu choke out a laugh.
"What did I do to deserve you?“ you questioned him as you looked up to him. His light brown hair flat over his face as he laid on it, his pale blue eyes shining with sincerity and his thin lips curled into a genuine smile
"I could say the same thing about you” he told you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
Harry had run away from the wizard world soon after the war was over.
He believed that leaving and finding some fresh air would take away his nightmares, but he was wrong. He hoped that starting over at a new place where no one knew him would lift the heavy weight he’s been carrying since he was eleven years old from over his shoulders, but it didn’t. Harry thought that nothing in that town could bring back those dreadful memories from the war at full force, but he was so, so wrong.
It happened on his first New Year’s Eve away from his friends.
After hours of telling himself that if he stayed at home, he’d fall asleep and pass the year agonizing over bad dreams, Harry put on some clothes and dragged himself to the streets and into the cold night, wondering if he had made the right decision. The clock was only a few minutes away from hitting midnight and Harry from realizing that the nightmares would have been more welcoming than what was about to happen.
As it usually happened in small towns, everyone was gathering at the beach to celebrate together. Harry followed them, but decided to stay a little far from the others and just watch families and friends have fun and make simple promises they wouldn’t keep. His chest tightened with the thought of Ron and Hermione at the Burrow with the rest of his family probably wondering what he was doing. Harry knew they were worried about him, not knowing where he was or when he would go back to them. They always asked those same questions in every letter they sent, but Harry never really answered everything. “It’s for the best” he’d tell himself every time another owl went away with a small piece of parchment and vague informations about his health and free time.
It was better for them to worry about how Harry might be than to actually see what he had become. He loved them too much to stay and break them more than he already had done.
What they needed to know was very simple. Harry was safe and he was going to be fine.
Harry looked at the dark sky as people started to count and when the first explosion of green light came, Harry wished his heart stopping wasn’t just a feeling. He wanted to cover his eyes and ears, he wanted to turn away and run, but no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn’t listen to him, so Harry kept staring at the sky as that same light came again, and again, and again, and again and suddenly Harry wasn’t at the beach anymore.
Suddenly he was back at Hogwarts and the shouts of joy became screams of pain and the laugh of the children became Voldemort’s voice whispering in his head. Saying that all that was his fault. Suddenly, Harry was, once again, surrounded by dead bodies and the green light of the unforgivable curse blinding him, leading him to his own death.
And he didn’t want to fight back anymore.
Harry could hear someone calling his name and shaking him, but his mind was also full of “Potter, help” and “Harry, please!” and “It hurts” and “Make it stop” and hands touching him, dragging him down with them, begging him for salvation.
And Harry was drowning.
He was drowning in his own tears, his own sorrow and no one could help him because everyone needed his help.
It was in that moment that Harry’s heart locked itself to the world.
And when he finally closes his eyes, to open them again to the sight of one last green firework exploding up in the sky illuminating the haunted face of Draco Malfoy staring at him, Harry wonders if the man in front of him can hear the key to his heart sinking into a sea of regret.
This. This is my beautiful, wonderful, loving, amazing girlfriend. When I look at this picture, it makes me smile so much because I see she’s falling asleep on facetime with me on New Years after the ball dropped, but I get happy knowing that I’m going to be with this girl for the rest of my life, and soon we will never ever have to spend a New Year without being in each others arm’s. I promise anyone who reads this, I love this girl with every fiber of my being. This is the girl I am going to spend my nights in with eating chinese food in our sweats while watching Friends all day. This is the girl I will spend my nights crying on when life gets a little tougher, and I will also be her shoulder to cry on. This is the girl I am going to have water gun fights with in our clothes, probably in the house too. This is the girl I am going to raise cats with. This is the girl I am going to play board games with, watch youtube with, and bake with. This is the girl I’m going to sleep next to every single night for the rest of my life. Things may be difficult now, but every single struggle we have to face right now, every odd we have against us… this struggle is so worth it. Baby, I love you endlessly… always.
Minho: Most likely trying not to fall asleep, while he convinces Taemin to “hug him into the new year”
Taemin: He was shirtless as soon as he had his first glass of champagne, and Jonghyun keeps giving him drinks, hoping he’ll end up naked before midnight
Jinki: hoarding the snacks, and laughing at pretty much everything and anything.
Jonghyun: constantly crying or laughing as he tells his members how much he enjoyed the previous year, and is looking forward to next years promotions. He also confessed to each one of them at separate times.
Kibum: dancing around, regardless of the lack of music. When it’s finally the new year, he attempts to kiss all of the members before the fireworks finish.
Prompt: Barry and Iris finally let the Twins stay up to midnight only for them to fall asleep.
Word Count: 673
A/N: Requested by @zaatanna. Happy new year hon! Thank you for always being so sweet <3
is it midnight yet?”
turned to where Don had nuzzled close to her side. He looked both
ready for bed dressed in his blue pajamas with cartoon dinosaurs. The
‘Happy New Years’ party hat he had on practically falling off his
Iris assured him rubbing a hand up and down his back. “Don’t you
want to watch the ball drop?”
hummed in agreement as his eyelids started to droop.
glanced over to Barry to share a knowing look with him.
family of four had piled onto the couch to watch the New Years
Countdown special. They had plates of treats to snack on, noise
makers to use at midnight, they had even bought the kids sparkling
apple juice so they could have a 'special drink’ like mommy and