god i love him so much though

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Hey! Reverse is amazing. New chapters are one of the highlights of my week. I'm also super excited about the Lazarus story. I <3 Starrk, and I have a total soft spot for Starrk/Shunsui. Plus I adore the idea of Regulus!Starrk taking in Harry and getting him the fuck away from the Dursleys. Sidenote: lgbt women are shamefully missing in fanfic, and I love so much that you pair them. (I mean, you have a wife, so... reasonable, but still appreciated!) Thanks for writing! No response needed. :)

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Shunsui/Starrk is probably in my top 5 fave Bleach pairings, so I’m really excited to actually write them, oh my god. And yes, Harry getting away from the Dursleys is just. Everything. 

(The lack of women in most fanfics always confuses me, though that’s probably mostly down to the lack of women in media, which is just. Grr.)

8

I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

Here’s some little things I thought about while in target ok (this is purely based off of Jughead in the show Riverdale so these are non-asexual but if u want an asexual one let me know !!!!!)

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-Jughead isn’t a super PDA person but you’re literally the equivalent of a baby Koala so he sucks it up and holds your hand in the hallways and let’s you cuddle up to him in a booth at Pop’s

-ok but when u guys are alone Jughead is super affectionate like he’s got himself wrapped around you

- you guys get in disagreements and get a lil hot headed with each other but u guys never ever fight

-except for that one time when Jughead got in to this mode where he literally shut everyone out and only focused on his novel and u had to set that boy straight

-now every time he gets too immersed or you want his attention, all u gotta do is reach over and hover a finger over the screen (“don’t touch it you’ll leave fingerprints”) and he gets the message

- Pop’s every day after school

-you’re literally the most loyal customers

- although when you guys go an an actual date every once in a while, you’ll go bowling or check out a new restaurant or something

- You buy Jughead stuff all the time like clothes and stuff even though he has his own job because sometimes he shows up to school and he’s got holes in his shirt and it irritates you so much

-when you found out Jughead was living in the drive in because of his situation with his father, you went to Archie’s dad and told him, and told him (word by word) “you are part of the reason he doesn’t have a home now, so you better open up your doors for him or I swear to god-”

-and Fred stopped you right there and told you he would

-you would have had him come live with you but your dad wasn’t a huge fan of the idea

-your mom loves him though

-literally loves him to death

-so he’s over at your house all the time

-and Jughead obviously isn’t a big sexual person, like normal “sexy” stuff doesn’t turn him on, like short skirts and crop tops or any of that

-but g o d

-you are like, an actual angel to him

-he could literally stare at you for hours and hours

-one time he spent the night and left one of his shirts and when he came over one morning you hadn’t gotten ready for school yet and you answered the door and

-you were wearing his shirt

-just his shirt

-his palms literally started sweating, like he literally wanted to slam the door shut and take u right against the wall and that was definitely a new feeling for him

-he respects you so much, he literally has so much respect for you

-before you guys got together, you had fallen for the game that the jocks played and after Chuck Clayton had humiliated you publicly when he pretended to ask you to formal you had been put in the playbook as “the freak”

-When Jughead found out he literally decked Chuck Clayton

-literally punched him in the jaw so hard Chuck stumbled and almost fell

-and Jughead ended up walking away with a bloody nose and a busted lip

-and you cleaned him up and yelled at him and told him it wasn’t worth it and he said  “of course you’re worth it, you’re always worth it”

-and that was the night u guys got together

-you and Jughead never like think about having sex or doing that kind of stuff because neither of you are really huge on it and you guys just aren’t really sexual people

-your first time is like a hint of awkwardness but just like super natural and stuff and it’s rlly intimate and loving and he holds you all night after

-and he wakes up the next morning and you’ve got his shirt on again

-and the next morning you ride him in the shirt

-Jughead literally supports you with anything, he’s honestly your number one fan

-when you tried out for the river vixens he was there

-when you sang in the talent show he was there

-when you did your first musical gig he was there

-and same with him, like you’re always proofreading his articles for the blue and gold for him and being his helping hand, almost like his test rat for his articles and novel and such

-and he’s got a whole folder full of poems and little journal entries and shit he’s written about you

-he will never admit it though

-you guys are so in love and it’s great bc the both of you would never cheat on each other and lie to each other and you guys just have a really healthy and strong relationship that nothing and nobody could get between

The search for trekkies

Every 7 years I feel a sudden urge to watch a lot of Star Trek and since my dormant Star Trek-feelings have awakened this year, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to follow more Star Trek tumblrs. 

Reblog/like this if you post Star Trek (TOS, AOS, TNG, VOY, etc.) sometimes or all the time, so that I can follow you. That is if you want a geeky 20 year old woman to follow you. It would help me out a lot because I honestly need more of Shatner’s ripped shirts, Nimoy’s flawless makeup and Kelley’s cute face on my dash. Seriously though, DeForest Kelley was SO CUTE. SO. CUTE. God damn him and his little booty shake…

the fate of the furious thoughts *spoilers*

-Fuck okay so I saw the movie last night and fuck i didn’t think i’d be hype but it felt so right watching it!!!
-this is definitely scattered and poorly articulated compared to my review of ff7 but ill write a proper one in due time. I fucking miss paul
-ive seen every fuckin movie of this franchise in theaters n im only 23 ah these are my thoughts as i was watching it. I was lowkey keeping notes lmao
-beautiful setting and colors wow as always!!!
-FUCK as if charlize therons character wasnt annoying enough the fuckin bitch had to have dreads!!! Deadass bye
-GEEKED at roman coming in at 11 for most wanted criminals
-Roman lmfao he literally cracks me up so fucking much i love tyrese
-the Rock as a soccer daddy ifucking love it his daughter is so cute ugh
-DECKARD SHAW IS SUCH A DADDY oh my i love jason statham and his banter w the rock lmao
-digging all the gratuitous fight scenes and humor and explosions
-what are you gonna Email her? Lmfao roman is too much hahahah
-calling roman Slick lmao
-hobbs and shaw are both daddies fuck they can get it
-scott Eastwood FUCK ME UP i love how theyre giving him so much shit ahaha hes so fine though gotdamn
-The kisss!!! Fuck this dumb ass hacker Bitch
With ugly dreads
-Brian would know what to do… OMG SHOOK im crying i miss paul walker so much my mans
-omfg hes a fucking dad. Papa!!! HE HAS A KID W ELENA IM SHOOK AGAIN
-middle name marcos first name is for his father to name him!!! Bitch!! 😭😭I bet he calls the bb brian!! Just cus thats how dom and vin both would be. I’m crying
-god lmao hobbs’ Fuckin names for shaw and his damn one liners i can’t… callin him princess LOL
-themost recent movies have so much more comedic elements and honestly i live for it my theater was crackin up constantly in between all that anxiety if whats happening next!!!
-shaw in suits fuck me up statham is so fine
-ugh in ny!!! The music is always so lit!!! THE TOYSHOP DAYUM!!! Those sexy cars and sexy ass scott eastwood fuck
-are you Blanta? Lmao roman and that fuckin neon orange lambo
-oo shit doms got a plan yas!!! Helen mirren omfg!!! British woman so I assume this is mama shaw
-ok this banter now is just straight up Flirting between shaw and hobbs like theyd be so good together lmao
-ugh this Destruction i cant… imagine if that shit was real so many ppl would be dead god
-ugh charlize is a little cunt
-gotta admit tho putting those cars jn Auto drive was pretty freaking dope but crazy and the pileup. Shits wild if that could happen irl we’re fucked
-did i mention Eastwood is fucking sexy
-Lil nobody lost his lil mind hahaha
-BIG SEXI COMIN THRU
-Why didnt they just crash into him fuckkkk like instead of just tugging on his car from dif directions like ya dont hurt him but still
-Omg shaw WTF RIP I WAS JUST LOVING HIM ON THE TEAM IN SAD IM CRYING AND HOBBS IS UPSET
-DOM TURNIN HIS BACK ON LETTY IM HURT
-baby callin dom dada im cryjbg holy fuck this mf just shot mama OMG RIP ELENA IM PIST
-god charlize tryig to psycho analyze shit and just constantly spewing bs makes me wanna hjr her
-Tej n roman babter is my fav
-ah eastwood baby is on board fuck me. All Bets r off–Hahaha the fuckin orange car
-Roman" this aint for me man" hahaha he’s so fuckin funny they really made his character a bitchass i love it
-2 hacker bitches up against eachother lmao ramsey is gorge
-roman Reading russian HAGAHA such a goof
-LETTYs SUCH A BAD BITCH sent that fucker right into those blades.
-THERES NOTHING ALRIGHT ABOUT THIS LMAO honestly i’m roman
-Spinning in his lambo on ice and everyone just fucking with him hahaha
-WHAT IS GOIN ONHAHAHA as hes sliding with the fuckin door
-TYRESE HELL YA OMG FUCK YEA WHAT A COMEBACK. “NUMBER 11 MY ASS” HAHAH, whole theater is laughing
-OH MY GOD IMS CREAMING BOTH SHAWS ARE ALIVE AND BEAUTFUL MY DADDIES. LUKE EVANS IM SHOOK BABY SCARFACE LMAO IM CRYING I LIT UP WHEN THEY TOOK THEIR MASKS OFF
-SURPRISEEE… AHA FUK U CHARLIZE IM SO HYPE I HAVE CHILLS
-TEGO CALDERON and DON OMAR HELL YEAH EVEYTHING IS UNRAVELING I MISSED THEM IM CRYIN IM SO HAPPY RN
-DOMS WHOLE PLAN FUCK YEAH AND THE SHAWS IM SO HYPE
-MOMMA SHAW HELL YES AHAHAH DISCIPLING HER FUCKIN BOY “and ur gonna TAKE UR brother” “DEVILS BUNGHOLE” HAJAJA MOM it’s god’s eye. I LOVE THIS FAMILY. Spinoff please???
-IMCHEERING SO HARD MORALE IS SO HIGH
-FOR ELENA YAS DOM IS BACK BABY KNOCKED THAT FUCKER DEAD
-STATHAM W BB BEING AN ACTUALLY DADD IM CRYIN ALVIN N CHIP MUNKS YES AHAHA
-FIGHTing W BB OMFG DADDY YES, “its gonna be a lot of fun” i love him so much take me
-DOMS BACK I HAVE CHILLS YES
-LETTY SEEING DOM AND REALIZING HE’s back Im SOBBING i love them
-WHEres THAT SMILE? THERE IT IS!! OMG CUTE BABY AND SEXY DADDY DECKARD SHAW IM SHOOK
-Ur not gna wanna see this… *sniffs* is that u or him? HAHAHA i love him
-hobbs to roman: Yr u always yelli g hahaha this shit is so funny while even in the middle of action scenes
-Thats my girl!! Letty made it… ugh dom im just
-U lost the minute u interrupted honeymoon fuck ya bitch dont mess w familia
-“This is for my son” FUCK yasss
-The cars protecting dom im crying more
-Told u this would b fun hgh DADDY shaw pls
-DOM N LETTy FOREVER
-gotta get MY YUNG SELFIE LEVELS up I CANT Hahaha fucking roman
-FAMILY!! I LIVE FOR THE ENDINGS AND THE HUGE FAMILY GET TOGETHERS IM CRYING I MISS PAUL WALKER SO MUCH
-ELENA UGH im sad
-INTRODUCing letty to the baby im dead
-WHAT IS HIS NAME WTF???
-Okay EVERYONE MEET….BRIAN… IM CRYING
-I FUCKING KNEW IT BUT IT STILL GOT ME I WAS LEGIT SOBBING THEN THAT FUCKIN KEHLANIGEAZY SONG CAME ON AND IDK I STARTED CRYING MORE. BABY BRIAN FUCK IM SO EMOTIONAL
-I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH I WILL BE 80 and still watching these movies as long as they keep putting them out omfg i just love them all i miss paul walker and brian and jordana brewster but this was a really good addition it did not disappoint even tho i hate the title lmao
-i appreciate u if u read this whole thing lets b friends

One thing that sets Icarus apart from other humans Apollo has known, is his utter refusal to be impressed by the gods.  There is no falling to his knees with this one; no awed, worshipful gazes.  He wields sarcasm well and uses it frequently. 

He does not fall for their charms – or at least, Apollo has never seen any effect on him.  Never.  Apollo is able to make knees buckle with just one well-crafted look.  He’s able to make men and women alike swoon with a single phrase.  Icarus only rolls his eyes and threatens to spray the god with cold water.

It’s the same with Helios.  Certainly, for all he mocks his partner/rival, Apollo can privately agree that Helios can turn on the charm when he tries.  He can take all his obnoxious arrogance and turn it into a cocky, flirtatious kind of appeal, when he tries.  And he is definitely trying.  Trying to impress the boy with tricks, with snark and jokes and his rebellious persona, and his wild motorcycle.  Icarus wavers between being politely amused and deeply annoyed. 

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Connor McDavid - Clingy

Anon: oh my god your writing is so good!! the mo one was so adorable! could you write a fluffy one about connor mcdavid being super cuddly? thanks :))

A/N: I wrote this super quick I’m sorry, but I love connor so much 

Warning/s: Just super fluff 

Word count: 867

Song: Earned it - Bootstraps 

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When it Rains || Chapter Two

Genre: Angst, Fluff, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1527

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter! I hope you enjoy this one too! Feel free to message me your thoughts and opinions! I hope I didn’t disappoint!

Originally posted by sugutie

It had been a couple of days since you met Jimin and Jungkook was still pissed at you. After Jimin left that day he accused you of cheating and all kinds of other shit that he should know you would never do to him. Jungkook had this idea going through his head. The idea that he could talk to other girls but you couldn’t even make eye contact with another guy. He interrogated you like you committed a crime. Asking questions such as, “who the fuck was that”, or “why were you with him”. You had to thoroughly explain to him that Jimin was just walking you home since he was too “busy” to pick you up. That shut him the hell up and you could see the glint of regret in his eyes but he gave you the cold shoulder because he didn’t want to admit he was in the wrong.

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Yoongi as Your Boyfriend

Lets just start with this:

Yoongi doesn’t take relationships lightly

So if he asks you out, that means he thinks you’re special

He thinks that one day you will get married

No

He knows that you will

Even with you being so special to him, sometimes he will get caught up in work

He doesn’t mean to, just sometimes he gets caught up in producing a song

Or ideas for lyrics are just going strong that day

Next thing you know, an extra four hours has passed.

He always feels really guilty and would call you right away

“I know it’s late, I’m sorry sweetheart…”

“No, it’s not okay. I’ll take you out somewhere nice tomorrow, okay?”

Sometimes you just wish you spent a little more personal *wink wonk* time together, and you have expressed that to him

So if he isn’t there when you crave him most

He’ll be sure to make up for it later ;)

(Stop me)

You’re never really mad about it though

Sometimes just a little disappointed but you know he didn’t mean to lose track of time.

What does make you upset, on the other hand, is when he forgets to take care of himself while getting caught up in work.

Often times you will text or call him in the afternoon and ask him what he’s eaten.

“What do you mean coffee doesn’t count as food Y/N?”

So if you aren’t too busy you’ll grab some food and raid his studio.

Sometime you’ll have to shut off his monitor for a second just to get him away from his computer.

He would getting a little annoyed that you interrupted but that would fade quickly when he saw the worried expression on your face.

He’s honestly so soft and protective of you though.

Like one time you had a bruise on your arm and the first thing he said was,

“Who the hell did that to you?”

He was ready to fiGHT

Though he did feel a little embarrassed after you told him that the perpetrator was a door.

One time he saw one comment of hate against you and for the rest of the day he was clinging on to you and making sure you weren’t upset about it.

“Are you sure you aren’t upset? They were hurtful comments. WHaT dO YOu MEan YoU’Re UsEd To iT?!”

As much as he wants to be strong and protect you all the time, sometimes he needs you to be there for him.

Sometimes work and deadlines gets too stressful

Or his own problems are weighing him down

At times like these, he just wants to put his head in your lap or against your chest so you can just run your fingers through his hair and he can rant about his day, or just fall asleep and forget about his stresses.

Sometimes he gets home really late, and you’ll be in bed asleep already.

But he usually wakes you up by accident, and judging by his tired grumbles, he exhausted and stressed.

He lay down next to you and wrap himself around you.

He would kiss the top of your head as a silent apology for waking you, too tired to really say anything.

Even though he doesn’t have much time for it often, he loves just taking naps, or just having lazy days in bed with you.

Blankets everywhere

Limbs entangled with yours as he just dozes off.

Refusing to let your free

Which becomes a problem when you have to go use the restroom.

This is how he prefers to spend his days off with you.

Sometimes you two will go out for dates.

Usually to a small coffee shop just to relax and get a hot drink.

He doesn’t do it often, but he does like to spoil you from time to time.

Mostly around holidays, and especially on your birthday.

Taking you out to flashy restaurants and giving gifts that you would rather not think about the price without your paycheck crying.

You always ask him how he affords all these things and he just shrugs his shoulders and acts like it’s no big deal.

He yells at you whenever you get him a gift or treat him somewhere and you apologize when it’s not as fancy as what he does for you.

“I don’t want you to think your gifts mean any less to me because they don’t have a big price tag”

“I love everything you give to me baby, stop being so harsh on yourself!”

The genuine way he says everything makes your know he’s being serious.

But he really enjoys staying in bed with you all day the most.

So you’ll wake up with his arms around you on his day off, and you’ll ask if he just wants to stay like this or go out and get coffee.

“I’m not feeling coffee right now baby.”

“But I don’t really want to stay like this…”

You’ll ask him what he wants to do then, but he only murmurs something about having a “few things in mind” before he’s kissing and sucking on your neck.

Yoongi likes to take his time with you, taking in everything he can about you.

Leaving trails of kisses all over you while one article of clothing after another is being removed.

It’s almost torturous but it’s so pleasurable at the sametime.

Slow and sensual is his go-to.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to get rough either.

Scratch, bite, leave his mark all over you.

Fuck you so hard you’re sore after.

He loves to tease you by calling you “Kitten” or “Baby Girl”

He gets pleasure off of making you feel good.

As soon as you’re done, he’s gone.

Good luck waking him up in the next 2-4 hours

Man, this boy can go 0-100 and back real quick.

Overall, Yoongi loves you so much.

(Even though sometimes he sucks at expressing it)

You’re gonna be stuck with him for a while.

Not that Its a bad thing.

Originally posted by syugakook

ampharos sprite review

the Best little man (separated by gen to make it easier on my soul)

gen 2 (g/s/c)

very nice and round man. the bottom one gives the beginnings of the Signature lanky look, yet i can still appreciate the smallness of the top one. also his arms look like fins and i mean that in the best way??? 8/10

gen 3 (r/s/e/fr/lg)

THE LANKY BOY. long neck gives him a good weighted look and i can dig it. r/s/e/fr/lg took the cautious approach while emerald’s more modeled after the first gen 2 sprite. the top one has a better line of action though i think i like that the most VERY NICe 9/10

gen 4 (d/p/pt/hg/ss)

clearly ampharos is capable of two moods: wildly happy or very curious. the d/p/pt sprite on the top has a softer face compared to the rest of the boys, but it makes him look much softer when pose is taken into account and a SMILE!. the hg/ss sprite on the bottom looks SO GOOd WHAT BOLD LINES YOU HAVE god i love him 9.5/10

gen 5 (b/w/b2/w2)

dwindled down to one sprite, and happily combines his cautious and fun self. a polite wave is all you need. look at that smirk. like an upperclassman who’s loved by everyone.so much character in this banana boy 10/10

gen 6/7 (x/y/s/m)

like every 3d sprite, he’s pretty dull, but not so much compared to other pokes. loses his golden undertone, but retains that lovable form, i’d rate thi-

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Hii could you so b3 for lams? Thank you I love your writing very much!

I FUCKING PROMISED MYSELF NOT TO MAKE THIS MORE THAN THREE PAGES AND I FAILED BECAUSE IT WAS ALMOST 3xs THAT AHAHAHAHA

The Lost Poet

The night was calm and the only sounds Alex could hear were the crickets outside and the gentle hum of the car engine. He didn’t want to get out of the car. He knew he should. He had Phillip waiting for him inside. God knows that boy doesn’t listen to the babysitter when he tells him to go to bed. And still, he couldn’t bring himself to open the door.

“I had fun,” John finally said. Alex looked at him and smiling, feeling his cheeks turn the color of his hair. His curly-haired date bit his lip and turned in his seat. “I know you said you’re not a first-date kind of guy. But this is our third. So… can I-”

Before he could finish, Alex leaned forward and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss he’d been dying to give him. He never thought he’d date again. He didn’t think he’d have the time or the initiative. It hadn’t worked out once. He was married to his work as Eliza had put it.

And then John Laurens came along, finding his son when he’d run off into the aisles. With a single look at him, Alex was a goner. Both of their eyes were blue. But John’s eyes were deeper. Like an ocean. They were bright and changed colors in the light. They were so alive. They took Alex’s breath away completely. And the freckles that dusted his face. It looked like someone had taken a paintbrush and splattered his face with it. He was a complete work of art.

Kissing him felt like unlocking a completely new part of himself. It felt real and whole and perfect. His lips were soft. He didn’t open his mouth too wide, he didn’t try to shove his tongue into his mouth, he didn’t try to control the kiss. It was gentle, slow, and oh so wonderful.

He pulled away and bit his lip as he rested his forehead against John’s. “I’m looking forward to date four,” he whispered.

“Me too,” he answered, pecking his lips lightly. “You should go. Babysitter will be getting nervous.” Alex chuckled and nodded. “Call me,” he called after him.

Alex took a breath and walked to his door, unlocking it and walking in. The babysitter was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Hey. Where’s Phillip?”

“I sent him to bed a while ago. I heard the television, but I figured since it’s a weekend, I didn’t have to pry him away.” Alex smiled and took out his wallet to pay him. “So… third date. Will there be a fourth?”

“Ah,” he chuckled. “Yes, hopefully,” he answered.

“What’s she look like? She’s this big mystery. You know Phillip tried drawing her. Wondering what she looked like.” Alex swallowed and furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he handed over the money. “Okay. Uh, thank you. Have a good night.”

“You too,” he called after him. He walked down the hall and opened the door to Phillip’s room where he was sitting up in bed, staring at the door expectantly. “You’re supposed to be asleep, young man.”

“You weren’t home,” he protested. “When do I see her? Is she going to be my new mom?”

Alex frowned and sat beside him, laying him down and tucking him in. “No one is going to be your new mom,” he said softly. “Mommy is your only one. And no matter who I go out with they won’t replace Mommy. And no matter who Mommy goes out with, they’re not replacing me. Right?” Phillip nodded, but Alex doubted he understood. “Go to sleep,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

His son smiled up at him and Alex felt his heart swell and burst. God, he loved his kid. He loved him so much and even though he and Eliza weren’t together, he wanted him to have them both. He wanted to give him the world. He wanted everything to be perfect for him.

As he turned off the light and started to leave, Phillip’s voice cut through the darkness. “Papa, you didn’t say when I get to meet her.”

Alex hesitated and sighed. “Not yet,” he answered. “Sleep.” He shut the door before his seven-year old could ask more questions.

***

The next week, Alex and John settled on their fourth date. John would be off work, Alex would be able to have a little wiggle room in his own work and cases, and Phillip would be at a sleep over. The day couldn’t come quickly enough. Despite talking on the phone and messaging each other, Alex wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to see John Laurens. He wanted to be able to reach out, touch him, be sure he was there.

He wanted to kiss him again.

But the day they were supposed to go, the Eacker’s called and said their son had come down with a fever. When Alex called his usual babysitter, he was disappointed to hear he wasn’t available. Then again, how could he expect a teenager to sacrifice his Saturday night at the last minute?

With no one to watch after Phillip, Alex knew he couldn’t go on his date. No matter how badly he wanted to see John again, he wouldn’t leave his son with anyone else.

“Phillip,” he called. His son walked in wearing his Ninja Turtle pajamas. “George got sick, so you can’t sleep over tonight.”

Surprisingly, Phillip looked relieved. “Oh good, he’s mean and stupid.” He turned away and hopped onto the couch, fumbling with the remote to watch television before grabbing a journal he liked to doodle in.

Alex scoffed and shook his head with a smile. Phillip was something else.

Then the worst part: telling John. He took a breath and called him, pacing in the kitchen, keeping an eye on Phillip. Part of him hoped John wouldn’t answer. But of course, he did. “John, hi,” he breathed. “Um, some things came up with the people I usually have watching Phillip. I can’t go today. Can we maybe reschedule?”

“Is everything okay there?”

“Yes, of course. It’s just, the other kid got sick and the babysitter isn’t available, so… I can’t leave him.”

There was a slight pause on the other end. And then, “Well, what if I went over there? Would that be okay?”

Alex caught his breath and glanced at Phillip where he was bent over a journal, scribbling furiously with his tongue poking out. “And… meet Phillip?” he questioned.

“If that’s okay,” he answered gently. “It’s up to you, Alexander. But I’d be more than happy.”

He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Okay,” he said. “Uh… Phillip… he doesn’t… I haven’t… told… him….”

“That I’m a guy?” he finished lightly. Alex could almost hear the smile in his voice. “That’s okay. It’s understandable. So should we just reschedule?”

Alex looked over at Phillip who had suddenly been captivated by the screen, a chewed pencil between his teeth. “No,” he answered. “No, I… I want to see you. I just have to figure out how to explain this to him. I’ll send the address.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised. Alex bit his lip and took a shaky breath as he walked over to where Phillip was kneeling to write against the table.

“What are you watching?” he asked.

“Descendants,” he answered. Alex raised an eyebrow as colorfully dressed people danced and sang on the screen. “Wanna watch movies with me?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Let’s get some popcorn.” Phillip stood up and followed after him, insisting on being the one to climb a chair and put the popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, Alex got a couple of sodas and saw Phillip’s eyes brighten. “Yes, you get soda, but only one.”

Yes!” he screeched, pumping a fist in the air. Alex laughed and ruffled his hair. It was Eliza’s brown, wavy with the ends curled. As they sat down to watch the rest of the movie, there was a knock on the door. Phillip frowned and looked up at his father. “Who is it?” he whispered.

Alex gulped and went to answer the door. John was standing on the mat with a smile and nervous blush. “Hello, John Laurens,” Alex said with a fond smile.

“Alexander,” he greeted with that sparkle Alex so loved to see in his eyes. His eyes fell to the small child at his legs, peeking curiously around him. “Hello there,” he greeted. He knelt down and smiled. “You must be Phillip.”

“Phillip, this is John. He’s….”

“I’m a friend,” John offered, smiling reassuringly at Alex.

Phillip furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes brightened with recognition. “You’re the man who found me in the store! I didn’t know you were friends with Papa.”

John smiled and nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I’m glad you remember me.”

“Come on in,” Alex said ushering him in. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“A coke is fine,” he answered as he sat on the couch. Alex nodded and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, John was glancing at Phillip who was poking at his teeth after a handful of popcorn, eyes flitting from the television to him. He noticed a paper on the table and pointed to it. “What’s that?”

“Just writing,” he answered.

“You like to write?” Phillip nodded. “Like stories?”

He shook his head. “Poems. Like Shel Silver-something. And Jack Frost.”

He smiled to himself. Shel Silverstein and Robert Frost. “Well, you sure are your dad’s son,” he said softly. “Can I read it?” Phillip hesitated then handed the paper to him. He scurried back to his popcorn, eating nervously.

The poem talked about a city. The cars and the sounds, the people he saw every day. With the repeated verse, “In the city, in the city,” every four lines. It was good for a seven-year old. It was observant. IT was surprising. But of course, with someone like Alexander as his father, it made sense Phillip would have some of his brain and skill.

He was smiling and when he glanced up, he saw Phillip’s eyes dart away from him. “This is really, really good,” he said sincerely. “How many poems have you written?”

Immediately, the seven-year old clambered over to him. “I have a folder. I used to have a journal, but I always ripped the pages. They’re not good sometimes.”

“Buddy, this is better than anything I could write. I’m a horrible poet.”

Phillip’s eyes lit up. “You think I’m a poet?” He pulled himself to his knees, very nearly sitting on John. “Like a real, for real poet?”

John chuckled and nodded. “Of course,” he answered. “And when you grow up, I bet you’ll have a book of poems published.” Phillip smiled so widely, John may as well have told him he won a million dollars to spend at Chuck E. Cheese’s.

“You wanna see my toys?” he asked. He hopped off the couch and pulled on his arm until John was following him to a room. He turned and saw Alexander standing at the kitchen with a look of shock and a soda can in his hand.

He followed behind them, staying at the door while John was pulled to the floor. “Look, I have these cars,” Phillip said, tugging out a fire truck filled with small cars. “I like to line them up in a super long line. And with colors. This one is my favorite. I want one like this when I grow up.” He held up a shiny red convertible with door that swung open. “But this one is my most fastest,” he continued, holding up a blue impala. “Wanna race? Or do you wanna look at my books?”

Alex leaned against the doorframe, smiling to himself as John grabbed a car and leaned forward, preparing to race. The two of them began to race their cars along the floor. John followed suit as Phillip made his car jump onto the drawer and dresser.

“Whoa, hey wait a minute,” John protested. “You’re blocking me!” Phillip giggled mischievously and continued to race his car, positioning his arm so John’s would be able to pass. “That’s not fair!” John laughed, abandoning his car and lifting Phillip up as he laughed uncontrollably. John began to tickle him, causing him to shriek and kick as he laughed.

Alex’s smile was so wide, his cheeks hurt. “I wasn’t blocking! You’re just a bad driver,” he gasped between laughter. John finally relented and sat back with him in his lap.

“I am an awesome driver,” he said. He looked up and met Alex’s eyes, his cheeks flushed from the laughter. “Right?”

“I’m going to have to side with my kid here,” Alex said teasingly. John groaned and smiled at Phillip. “Your soda,” he said, handing it over. John took it as Alex sat down on the floor with them. “We still doing movie night, bud?” he asked his son.

“Yeah. Can we watch Avengers?” Alex nodded and Phillip scrambled to his cabinet to grab the movie. “I want to sit with him,” he said, pointing to John. Alex couldn’t fight his smile.

“Okay,” he answered. They left the room and Alex put on the movie while Phillip sat on John’s lap with a bowl of popcorn on his own. Alex turned off the light and sat beside John. The arm that wasn’t holding onto Phillip was laying at his side. And as the movie began, his hand began to press against Alex’s, making him bite his lip before interlocking their hands.

With Phillip distracted, Alex wasn’t worried about being close to John. When the movie was almost over, Phillip’s head lolled and rested against John’s chest. By the time the movie was over, Phillip had completely knocked out, complete with an open mouth and light snores. John leaned into Alex and smirked. “Is this how you look when you sleep?”

“What? No,” he scoffed. John hummed and shook his head teasingly. “Hold on, let me get him to bed.” He stood up and extended his arms, but John shook his head.

“I got him.” He stood, carrying Phillip like a sleeping monkey to his room. Alex pulled back his bedsheets and John laid him down.

Alex tucked him in and started to leave, when he woke up. “Papa?” Alex stopped and waited. “Will your friend come back? I like him. He’s fun and nice.”

The sleepy mumbles made Alex’s heart swell and he smiled at him. “Yes, I think so,” he answered. “Go to sleep, son.”

“G’night, Papa.”

“Goodnight, Phillip.” He kissed his forehead then started to leave the room, taking John’s hand on the way out. He smiled at him and took a relieved breath. “Well, he likes you,” he said proudly.

“That’s good to hear. He’s a great kid, Alexander. Smart. And absolutely adorable.” Alex smiled and led John back to the couch. “Can I ask you something?” He hummed and began to play with his fingers. “I know you haven’t told him about the dates. But… I guess I’m wondering if you haven’t told him because… you don’t know if we’ll work out or… if it’s because I’m a guy. I mean… have you ever dated a guy before?”

Alex frowned and shifted. “I think it’s both. I don’t know. Before, I didn’t really have time to think about dating. I just wanted to finish school, go to college. Make my life different than most foster kids and orphans that remain in the system. Then I met Eliza and… everyone sort of expected us to be together. And I did love her. But I also feel like I wasn’t completely in that relationship. Not because she’s a woman, but… because I didn’t try. I cheated on her. I hurt her. And although it hurt when she left, I also knew that it meant I could start over.” He sighed and looked at John in the eyes. “I didn’t think I’d bother falling for someone again. Then you come into my life and… now you’re meeting Phillip.” He leaned in closer and gulped nervously.

“John Laurens, I like you a lot. And it’s kind of scary if I’m honest. But I don’t doubt what I feel just because you’re a guy. Trust me. I want to try this out. I want to….” He broke off, not really knowing what to ask much less how to ask.

But then, John leaned in and kissed him, removing his hand from Alex’s so he could cup his face. “Me too,” he whispered.

The next morning, Alex was drinking a coffee at his table, waiting for Phillip to come asking for food. He was still giddy and excited over the previous night. Four dates weren’t a lot to go off, but then again, that’s what official dating was for, right? Now it was just a matter of talking to Phillip about the situation.

A few moments later, Phillip shuffled into the kitchen, yawning widely. “I’m gonna get Coco Puffs,” he announced. Alex nodded and watched him as he climbed onto the counter for a bowl and tugged the milk gallon to the table with two hands.

Once he’d gotten his bowl of cereal and sat down to eat, Alex cleared his throat and took a breath. “So,” he began. “What did you think of John?”

Phillip looked up and tilted his head. “I like him. He’s super nice. He liked my poem!”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile. He nodded and kept eating. “I like him too,” he said hesitantly. “A lot. And… I was wondering if you would be okay with having him come over more.” Phillip opened his mouth to answer, but Alex stopped him. “Hold on, son,” he said. He took a breath and tried to put it in the simplest terms. “He wouldn’t just be my friend. He’d be my boyfriend. Are you okay with that?”

Phillip looked confused. “Boyfriend? You can do that?”

He nodded and bit his lip. “Some people do. There’s some people who don’t like it, and they can be mean about it. But yes, he can be my boyfriend. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says. Except for you, Phillip. If you don’t want me to, then-”

Ohh!” he exclaimed suddenly. Alex’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s why you said I wasn’t getting another mommy, right? Because I’m getting another daddy? When do you get married?”

His eyebrows went up and his mouth open as he stared at his son. Eventually, he began to laugh nervously. “Oh, no Phillip,” he explained. “It’s not… we’re not getting married. Right now, I just want to know if it’s okay with you for him to be my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” he said, deflating. “Well, okay. I like him. I want him to come over more and play with me. Oh, and he can go to open house! And the school carnival!” Alex smiled and thanked whatever holy deity had blessed him with such a perfect, wonderful son. If he failed at everything else, he didn’t care. So long as he was a good enough father.

“I still think you should get married,” he mumbled. Alex chuckled and shook his head.

*** 2 years later because I’m weak ***

“Papa, my bow tie is too tight,” Phillip whined.

“You’re just not used to it, son,” he said with a smile. “Where’s the pillow? Remember you have to take care of that.” Phillip groaned and turned away, heading to another room.

As he walked by, he saw his mommy standing with aunt Angie and Peggy. “Sweetheart, where’s your father?” she asked when she saw him.

“Getting ready over there,” he answered. “I have to find the pillow.”

“Come here, let me fix your hair,” she said reaching out.

Phillip threw his hands up to cover his hair as he ducked. “No! Momma stop!” he whined. “I have to go.” She put a hand on her hip, but he continued to the other room. “Daddy?” he called. He found him sitting on a chair looking through his phone. “Daddy, my bowtie is too tight, and Papa won’t let me fix it, and Momma says my hair needs to be fixed, and I can’t find the pillow.”

John smiled stood from the chair, kneeling in front of him. “I got you, little man,” he said with a smile. He loosened the bowtie and fixed the shirt so it wasn’t to noticeable. Then he fixed his hair so it wouldn’t look like a cowlick or a tangled mess. “And the pillow is with Theo’s flower basket. It’s okay.” Phillip nodded and bit on the inside of his cheek. “What’s Papa look like?”

“Fancy,” he said. “So, after today, you’ll be my daddy for real, right? I mean, you are already because you go to my soccer games and my spelling bees and my open house and you take me to school and buy me books and food, but like for real, for real?”

John smiled and fixed his collar. “For real, for real,” he answered. Phillip smiled and wrapped his arms around him.

“I love you,” he said. “I have to find the pillow now. I’ll stay with Theo.” He turned away and rushed to find the flower girl.

Half an hour later, Alex was standing behind a door, waiting to walk out and see his fiancé. He was anxious. It was strange to have his ex-wife there, despite being on good terms. She got along well with John. And Phillip loved him. John often teased Alex saying he was sure Phillip loved him more than he did.

Finally, he was given the okay to open the door. His eyes immediately found John across the room and the blue in them seemed to intensify the second he saw him. Barely able to keep from running, they met in the center and smiled at each other. John was dressed in blue and Alex in gray. There was no doubt in his mind that this was what he wanted.

John was the only one who could calm him down when he was overwhelmed with work. He was always there for him, talking sense into him when his temper made him reckless. He cared for Phillip like he was his own. He was perfect. He was everything Alex never knew he needed.

And Alex couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was as they both walked down the aisle, hand in hand, all through the ceremony until the last “I do.”

Later, at the ceremony, there were a few slow love songs playing softly while food was served and people congratulated the newlyweds. Then, Eliza’s voice echoed through the room. “Ah, there we go,” she breathed. “Okay. Alex, John… congratulations. As your friends and as your family, we couldn’t be happier for you. However, this wasn’t meant to be my speech. There’s a little surprise that was supposed to come after dinner, but we can’t wait. Your son has something he’d like to say. And just so you know, he’s been practicing for this just about every day since you got engaged.” She smiled and looked at Phillip who was standing and fidgeting nervously beside her with a paper in his hands. “Phillip? Take it away.”

She handed him the microphone and Phillip shuffled, glancing around as people looked at him. “Um, okay,” he said. “I wrote this for my papa and my new dad.” He cleared his throat and looked at his paper. “My name is Phillip, and I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine, now I have a mom and two dads to call all mine.” Alex chuckled and smiled widely at him. “I remember Papa being sad one day after another, then Daddy found me in the store and everything got better. Now Papa smiles every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Applause erupted, and John and Alex stood clapping and smiling proudly. “Bravo!” Alex called. He hurried to walk around the table and Phillip hopped off the stage to run towards him. Alex caught him in his arms and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “I love you so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Papa,” he said.

“That was amazing,” he said with a smile. He picked him up and John came up beside them, pulling Phillip into his own hug.

“You really will be a famous poet one day, Phillip,” he told him. “Thank you so much.”

Phillip smiled cheekily and hugged them simultaneously. “I told you you’d get married.”

Hangover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark

Words: 886

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by little--batman

Opening your eyes that morning was like stabbing them the moment the sun came into your view. At the same time, a pounding started inside your head making you groan and letting you feel how sore your throat was. Water. You needed water. First, you took a deep breath and sat up on the slowly, but you still got dizzy so you had to lie down again. Damn alcohol.

Judging by the amount of light coming through your window, you imagined it must be around noon so it wasn’t surprising that you were in bed alone. Bucky would had been up for hours now.

It took you around three time to get you out of bed without getting dizzy and still, you didn’t feel too safe on your own feet yet. Slowly, you grabbed one of Bucky’s hoodies, put on your woolly socks and left the room. As you went downstairs, you could hear the team talking in the living room. Damn lucky bastards. Steve and Bucky couldn’t even get drunk, Natasha had too much control over herself to drink that much and Tony always managed to avoid hangovers, it didn’t matter how much he drank. Your only hangover partner used to be Wanda but she was out of town with Clint.

“There she is!” Natasha exclaimed when you made your appearance.

She has a hangover oh! She’s been drinking too much!” Tony sang making them laugh.

“Noisy” you mumbled as you headed towards the kitchen without paying too much attention to their mocking.

When you walked into the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and grabbed some water to drink, not even bothering on grabbing a glass. Glasses weren’t important; water was.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice said behind you. With a sigh you turned around to face him. Despite how awful you were feeling, a smile appeared on your lips as you saw his.

“I think I’m dead”, you replied making him laugh.

“You definitely look like you are” he smirked walking over you.

“That’s nice” you rolled your eyes.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, so you could place your head over his shoulder and close your eyes. No. Bad idea. The moment you closed your eyes, the dizziness came back so you pushed them back open and took a step away from your boyfriend who looked at you with confusion for a moment, before getting it.

“Dizzy?” He asked.

“My head is spinning more that after flying with Tony” you mumbled.

“I’m not surprised. You were so wasted last night” he said stroking your hair slowly. You took another sip from the bottle and looked at him, expecting a lecture.

“Did I say or do something too stupid?” You asked, not being able to remember a single thing.

“Don’t worry” he chuckled. “You were adorable actually, telling everyone how much you loved them” he added.

“Oh God…loving drunk. My favourite” you said sarcastic.

“Actually you said something it surprised me”, he said.

Panicking you looked at him. You knew the big mouth you could be when you were drunk, so you didn’t even know what to expect when it came to alcohol and Bucky mixed. Probably it wasn’t something too bad, since he was grinning like a real idiot.

“You said you wanted to marry me someday”, he said.

“Oh…did I?” You whispered blushing.

It was true though. You loved the man that was standing right in front of you, more than anyone else in this world. You knew he was the love of your life, you didn’t want anyone else with you. You wanted a life and a family with him, but you had always been too scared to bring it up since, maybe, it would have been so much for him. Apparently, Drunk (Y/N) wasn’t that scared of the repercussions of that statement.

“Was it true? Or was the alcohol talking?” He asked taking your hand.

“Don’t people say that drunks always tell the truth?” You asked back as you bite your lip.

“They do”, he nodded with a smile.

“There you have your answer” you shrugged looking down at the bottle.

He took the bottle from your hands and put it away, before grabbing your chin and making you look up to those piercing eyes.

“Then I do”, he said making your heart skip a beat.

“W-what? Are…are you proposing? Have I proposed? What?” You started asking confused and suddenly nervous. You did want to marry him someday but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. He laughed a little and kissed your forehead.

“None of it. It’s just a promise…that one day, when our lives are not this messy or in danger every time we go out on a mission, I will marry you” he told you.

“Really?” You asked biting your lip.

“Of course. Plus, I love how (Y/N) sounds” he shrugged making you laugh.

“You’re an idiot” you said grabbing his head to pull him down towards your lips and kiss him, but he pulled away way too soon.

“Ok, go brush your teeth. Jeez” he said giving the bottle back to you. “Damn hangover” he mumbled walking back to the living room, leaving you even more confused with a bottle of water on your hand. He was weird.

3

Don’t worry. No one’s going under the ship today. Though, the thought had crossed my mind. No, I’m quite certain I can do better than that.

deserving.

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T

Summary: Natsu finally came back after a year, and he knew he screwed up royally. And Lucy made sure to tell him. “You’re sorry?” She questioned, voice raising at the word sorry. “You’re sorry.” It was a statement, one filled with anger.

Word count:1133

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @x-benihime !!! You’re so old now omg ;) I hope this surprises you but I fucked up and told you I was writing but anyways, I hope you have a superb day my lovely <3 

I’m thinking of turning this into a series of one-shots, all sort of relating to a poem in my new book milk and honey by Rupi Kaur, but I’m not sure yet!

how do you turn
a forest fire like me
so soft i turn into
running water

{rupi kaur}


He fucked up.

The minute he saw that look in her eyes, one that he didn’t recognize, he knew it. He screwed up.

He missed out on a whole year with her. He missed her growing her hair out, her new stories, her new job.

But all of that didn’t matter when it got down to the main point.

He left her alone for a whole year.

He didn’t think the guild would dissolve. He thought she’d be surrounded by their family. But he was wrong and he knew it was a mistake he could never make right.

So when he saw her wall filled with their friends locations, Natsu felt his heart shatter. His gazed fell to her sleeping form, knowing that the smile she wore was only for when she dreamed of a better life.

His quickly came to a decision and quietly left her room, putting his clothes on and packing a few small items.

“Natsu?” He heard Happy say from behind him. Natsu turned to his partner, giving him a small, pained smile. Happy looked worried and not sure what to say to him and Natsu didn’t blame him. There wasn’t much to say.

“How could I have done that Happy?” His voice cracked at the end, on the verge of losing control of his emotions. “How could I have hurt her like that?” Natsu collapsed onto the couch, hands coming up to rest on his face as he beat himself up over it.

Happy jumped up onto the couch beside him, not saying anything for a few minutes. Natsu knew Happy was probably blaming himself for this a little bit as well, which wasn’t true and Natsu made a mental note to remind him of that later when he’s calmed down a bit.

“We couldn’t have known this would happen.” Happy broke the silence, voice shaking and tears threatening to spill.

“That doesn’t make it okay.”


They set up camp for the night on their way to find Wendy, pretending that everything was okay and that they could easily go back to how things were. Happy was sound asleep, muttering something about fish and Charle every now and then, causing Lucy to smile fondly at the exceed. Natsu was happy to see her smile; he really had missed it. The way it lit up her eyes and made the skin around her eyes crinkle the slightest bit.

She was beautiful.

“Lucy,” he started, but trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to.

The smile faded from her face as she took in his expression, and she folded her hands on her lap in front of her. “What is it, Natsu?” She voiced softly. Kindly. He didn’t deserve her kindness.

“I just- I’m sorry.” He cursed to himself; he should have phrased that better.

He avoided her eyes- he didn’t want to see what she was thinking. He was selfish, he didn’t want to see her hurt or mad because of him, not anymore. He didn’t want the guilt.

But he deserved it.

“You’re sorry?” She questioned a few moments later, voice raising at the word sorry. “You’re sorry.” It was a statement, one filled with anger.

“Look at me.” He heard her stand up, and knowing that Lucy was scarier than Erza when she was angry, Natsu raised his head. She towered above him, hands formed into fists and resting on her hips. “I was completely alone for a year. You left me.” Shaking her head, she moved her arms to cross them over her chest, and it was only then that he noticed her eyes were shining from the tears she was holding back. “And all you have to say is that you’re sorry?” She started to yell, and a single tear fell down her cheek, shoulders shaking.

And he realized that she wasn’t crying because she was sad; she was crying because she was angry.

He winced, slowly getting to his feet while maintaining eye contact. “I know,” he moved closer to her as she jerked back a step, hands falling flat at her sides. “And I can’t think of the words to say how sorry I am Lucy, you know I was never good with them.” He reached out, grabbing her right hand with his left, gently entangling his fingers through hers. When she didn’t pull away he grabbed her left, doing the same thing. “All I can say right now is how sorry I am, and how much I missed you. I still miss you.”

Her lip quivered, tears falling more freely now as she ripped her hands out of his, causing him to stumble back in slight shock. She balled her hands into fists, and without warning she started to pound them against his chest, a sob ripping through her throat.

“A letter!” She screamed, hitting him over and over with anger, pain, defeat, and a million other emotions reflected in her eyes. “A letter.” She whispered, collapsing against him as she let the sobs take over. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, guiding them to the ground as he brought one hand up to stroke her hair, letting her cry without saying a word.

“I hated you.”

Lucy didn’t move from him as she started to speak, her sobs gone and replaced with silent tears falling down her cheek.

“At least, I thought I did for the longest time. I didn’t understand how you could just leave like that without saying goodbye. I still don’t get it.” She took a deep breath, hands curling up against him. “But then I realized I didn’t hate you, even though you’re a major ass,” she let out a breathy laugh before continuing, “I just can’t help it. I love you too much.”

Natsu felt his heart stop. He didn’t know what kind of love she meant, but it didn’t matter. God, how he wanted to hear her say it again. He smiled, tilting his head to kiss the top of her head.

“You deserve better than me.”

“I don’t want better.” She said it so softly he almost didn’t hear it.

His eyes went wide, heart beating faster as he rested his chin on top of her head, mind going blank. She was too good for him, she made him feel things he never thought he would. He loved her, down to the deepest parts of his heart, and he wasn’t never going to leave her again. He didn’t think he could bare it.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“But I need you.”

And without another word he listened to her breath deepen and her heartbeat steady as she fell asleep in his arms, and he couldn’t help but feel like everything would finally be okay.

That they would be okay.

Comments- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

Ok so I actually thought this one would be harder than I thought, but it went smoothly so I hope you all enjoy it!

Warning: a few cusses (maybe just one)

Anon Request: I absolutely love your writing!!! I was wondering if you could do a mitch marner imagine where some fans are being mean to you and you get really upset about it and Mitch cheers you up? Thanks!!

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dating yuta!!

yALL READY FOR THIS

also thank you @that-little-asian for helping me w trying to find ideas

and @jaeminnana for trying to help w my master list (even tho it still doesn’t work rip) 

3/? for the nct dating series

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- oK ofc i always gotta start off on how y'all start dating

- aight so you and yuta are on this co ed rep soccer team (also knows as the best)

- and y'all r both the best on the team

- so u guys are always competing for the #1 spot

- its pretty serious lmao

- “iM BETTER”

- “NO U AINT IM BETTER”

- “BUT YOURE SHORT”

- “what the fuck does that have to do wi- you know what? never mind” - you

- YOU GUYS EVEN COMPETE ON WHO CAN SHOW UP AT PRACTICE FIRST

- secretly though, yuta has the biggest crush on you 

- same w you

- y'all r good at hiding your feelings tho

- yuta didn’t really interact with you outside of soccer he wanted to tho

- you guys have 0 classes together 

- bUT ITS FINE CAUSE SOCCER TAKES UP LIKE EVERYDAY OF THE WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL AND AFTER

- anyway back onto the story

- so yuta goes to his friends (the other guys on the team) and you go to your friends (the girls on the team)

- “gUYS I LIKE YUTA”

- “gUYS I LIKE Y/N”

- “WE KNEW IT” - everyone

- so they devise a plan to get you guys together (without y'all knowing cause ur blinded by love)

- so during the next practice, jaehyun “accidentally” bodychecks yuta who falls onto of you

- his arms are on either side of your head and his legs are in between yours

- BOTH OF YOUR FACES ARE SO RED

- your heart bbbeats

- “,,,,,you can uh-like- get up now” - you

- “SHIT SORRY”

-  both of ur faces r so red

- he just awkwardly helps you up and you guys have moment

- like y'all r staring into each others eyes

- what u didn’t know though is that the rest of the team filmed it

- even the coach was in on it cause everyone ships u two

- time skip

- after that moment, y'all stopped bickering

- now its shAMELSS FLIRTING

- “hey bbygirl ;)” - nakamoto yuta

- ITS EVEN WORSE THAN UR FIGHTS

- YALL ARENT EVEN DATING STILL

- but that changed on one very special day

- aka the day he asked you to prom

- aka the best day of your life

- HE MISSED A SOCCER PRACTICE TO DECORATE YOUR LOCKER

- with like hearts n memes

- and when u opened it, it says “go to prom w me loser”

- YOU ALMOST CRIED

- THEN YOU TUrnED AROUND AND YUTA HAD FLOWERS AnD IS CHEEKILY SMILING AT YIU DSHDSKSHBC HOW COULD YOU NOT ACCEPT

- ok so now y'all r technically dating

- and when he goes to your house to pick u up he had to do a double take

-you!!were!!gorg!!

- you almost fell down the stairs lmaoaoao

- cause he was so handsome (not like he isn’t everyday though)

- he gives like the best kisses

- THE BEST KISSES

- not to rough, but not too slow ya feel

- and he is so caring for you

- like he always asks in between periods how you’re feeling and ugh goals

- once a guy from another school tried to hit on u during a tournament

- yUTA LoST IT

- “hey you. this girl is my girl friend so if you bippity back the fuck off that’d be great” 

- that was just quick sample

- all the girls love him and can’t get over the fact that he’s taken

- the always hug him and cling onto him and he’s like 

- “ewwwww’

- cause the only one doing that should be you

- he accidentally tripped u during practice one day

- “omg baby r u ok?!’

- “do you want me to carry you babe?

- sO NICEE

- yo but he is so cocky and shit sometimes

- like he doesnt even try to tone down his flirting w u

- “those shorts look good, but they’d look even better in the storage room floor ;)))” - yuta

- u aint gonna disagree w that

- cause sexy time with yuta is the best time

- its either super rough n hot or sweet n caring there is no in between

- you’re not complaining though

- y'all r still competitive w soccer though

- “bAbe get out of my way”

- “nah babe i got this”

- “gET OUT OF THE WAY”

- “BUT IM BETTER THAN YOU”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” - everyone

- its the hard knock life for u guys

- his lock screen is a photo of you after a soccer game with the first place medal

- you just looked so good

- you had like a loose ponytail, a flushed face, and a smile so big it would rival his “healing smile”

- yours is the same (him with the first place medal, a flushed face, big smile) cause y'all r like that

- this girl once tried to steal him away from you

- HAHAHAH SHE’S DUMB

- he literally told her “stop trying to be hot, you’re not y/n’

- she cried and ran away

- lol 00ps

- YUTA LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND

- “yours first perfectly with mine”- him

- “bitch no ur hands r sweaty” - you

- you guys are both so petty,,,,,,people wonder how u can stand eachother

- LMAO HE LOVES YOU THOUGH

- when!he!first!said!i!ove!you!

- cutest thing ever

- it was your 500 day anniversary 

- and he came to practice w a bunch of flowers and gave u the biggest hug

- he spun u around and was like

- “god i love you so much”

- you almost peed ur pants

- the coach almost peed their pants

- the team almost peed their pants

- the school almost peed their pants

- ANYWAY

- your first date was a mess though lol

- he set up this picnic and EVERYTHING IT WAS SO SWEET

- bUT NOPE

- HE TRIPPED OVER HIS OWN FEET AND DROPPED THE BASKET CONTAINING ALL THE FOOD

- then it rolled down a hill and was never to be seen again

- “jfc yuta”- everyone including himself

- bUT YALL WENT OUT FOR SUSHI AND IT WAS A GR9 EXPERIENCE 

- in conclusion

- yuta is a babe and everyone should love him

- he deserves everything and all the love in the world

- osaka prince <3

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THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING! I APPRECIATE IT SM :)

by the way i know my master list is rly messed up, I’ve been trying to fix it for like 2 hours but its not working :( 

ALSO I MAY MAKE A FANFIC BASED ON THIS PLOT!!! STAY TUNED :)))

- emma

Relax (Jack x FemReader) short

Originally posted by lum1natrix

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Lmao if I had something intelligent to say I’d put it here

Request:  Hey hey! Firstly, your writing is amazing! I love your fics so much and I’m jealous of your talent. Secondly, can i ask for a story involving jacksepticeye x reader? Where they have a lazy day after a hard week and not being able to see each other?

Warnings: I believe there is swearing???

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Saying you didn’t love your job would be a complete lie. You do; you do love your job. Like, more than life. But at times, it was both physically and emotionally demanding.

Being a (genre) youtuber was ninety percent hilarity smudged with experience and ten percent taxing. Though, you would never complain. If you didn’t have your youtube career, you also wouldn’t have half your cronies, humour, or your beloved boyfriend.

At times like this, you felt yourself submerged in that ten percent.

It’s been exactly nine days, fourteen hours and thirty six minutes. You hated yourself for consciously keeping track of the technical numbers. It was a disruptive habit of yours; a habit that would bleed through every time you were nervous, compressed, or antsy.

Though, your inside voice was shot repeatedly, you could still manage a groan when reaching for your stray luggage being sauced around the conveyor belt.

Turning to release yourself from the sea of travelers, you sped your (size) frame away from the bag claim.

“I already hate life,” you whined aloud “where is Sean? Little Irish bastard has to be somewhere…”

It wasn’t long before you were charming the airport corridors with desperate footfalls. It’s been a week of complete shit and treachery and all you wanted to do was embrace your lovely boyfriend and get on with a lazy day.

“(Y/n)!” a lone voice called, though you didn’t hear it. Didn’t hear it until it was being chanted and drawing near to your current standings.

“(Y/nnnnn)!” Sean cheered, crashing into you “God, I missed you so fookin’ much.”

You laughed in surprise and tumbled your arms around him “Is that so?” you questioned. The mood you had previously been in had been wiped away thanks to Jack.

“Yes!” he whined “No one to cuddle, no one to have coffee with, no one to rage with.”

You giggle against his layered shoulder, waddling back and forth in his arms; struggling to regain balance.

“It was only a week, lover boy.” you taunted.

“Nine days,” Jack scoffed back “more like nine circles of hell.”

Once after you both laughed heartily, you released each other.

“So, while I was in L.A,” You began. The pair of you began to walk to the nearest exit, planning on hailing a cab.

“I bought the cutest pair of sweats, and frankly I don’t know about you but I’d love to use them real soon.”

Sean laughed again and tied a comforting arm around your waist.

“What does that mean? Don’t you want to start planning your trip back to collab with Mark this time?” he commented.

“God no.” you breathed.

“So let me get this straight,” Sean sorted. You both left the airport and you strung up a hand, forcing a near taxi to pull over.

“You want to lounge on the sofa, snacks a blaze, netflix ready, with me dozing off with my head in yer’ lap?”

“Exactly it.” you beamed up at him.

Jack was kind, and opened the cab door for you first “Well madam, you may have just proposed yourself a successful plan.”

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(A/n): Do you know how lazy I am right now? Very.

But good news for you, I have a ten day break coming up soon and shit am I going to write a lot then so just hang in there guys

anonymous asked:

You probably getting tons of messages. But when you have time can you speak about Clarke giving Roan the Flame? I mean she stood there thinking about it; Eliza acted that scene out so well! Even while she was offering it you can see she really didn't want to. Then the tear & the face of realizing what she just gave up. The "I loved her mom" Got me in the feels; but her giving him the Flame was just another a "god Clarke. why do yo suffer so much" moment for me.

honestly, i was touched by both scenes simply because clarke and lexa’s relationship was actually in the foreground in both interactions, which is something i felt was needed, because if the writers want clarke to move on they need to give her the moments in which she can face her own emotions and share them with someone else - thank you abby. damn if the scene with roan didn’t hurt me more though. everything clarke and lexa have been through in s3 was re-called in that moment and you felt their history in every single corner.

there is a great personal alchemy at play during the entire scene, because clarke’s goals, hopes, memories and priorities are also greatly tied to what she wanted to achieve with lexa, but ultimately couldn’t. the way she shares her experiences/knowledge helps her with her otherwise sentimental state and overall pain, because it is (as eliza said) not destructive, but constructive.

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Don Juan in Soho, a reflection

All you need to know is…..it’s fucking hilarious.

I won’t make this uber spoiler-y for those of you waiting to see it. All you need to know is that it is hysterical and, frankly, not nearly as awkwardly racy as I thought it would be.

Yes, your Friendly Neighborhood Ace™, who can sometimes be squicky about sexy things, did not squirm one iota during THE notorious hospital scene (or other scenes)…in fact, I died laughing.

ALSO, DJ’s monologue at the end? 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾 So hilariously relevant. And I’m willing to bet that was ALL David speaking those lines.

The special effects? 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾

The singing and dancing? 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾 YES. YES YES YES. HOOOOOOOOO MY GOD. It’s all I’ve ever wanted out of life, to see David to sing and dance. Bye everyone. 👋🏾 I’m going with that statue off stage.

David deliciously slouching in a chair…..quite a bit.

David’s deliciously rumpled hair……leave me here, please.

They misprinted the cast list. David’s thigh made a very strong cameo, as did his chest hair. David in a suit….that boy is fucking FINE.

Those of you waiting to see it…bring your smelling salts, because I’m not sure you’ll make it through.

Spend the £4 on the program and the £9.99 on the script….WITH DAVID’S SEXY FACE ON IT.

I know people want to see him play nice roles, and I acknowledge what you’re saying, but David is right in his wheelhouse. He loves playing sadistic arseholes and he does it SO well and you can tell he loves it and he’s having so much fun. And to see him play it in person…god, it’s a thing of beauty.

I did go to the stage door, and David did make a brief appearance. Unfortunately, I did not get a signature or selfie because people pushed to get in front of me, though it was waaaaaaay tamer than other stories I’ve heard.

I’m just happy I got to hear his voice and see his hair and eyes and profile and turquoise sweater and brown pants and his everything up close and in person. Surprisingly, no leather jacket or black ripped jeans.

Someone behind me, as we were waiting, said, “Come on, David, we don’t have all night.” If I had no self-control, I would have turned around and tore into her.

This man just acted his ASS off on that stage. The man at the door just told us not five minutes ago that they’d been there since NINE OCLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING REHEARSING FOR THE FUCKING SHOW YOU JUST WATCHED and had to get notes from the director AND he had to clean up so he can show his fucking hot face to you and sign your damn program. SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE THE MAN ALONE FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES, OKAY?

Aaaaaaanyway, if you’re seeing it in the future, I wish you luck, because like I said, he’s SOOOOOOO damn sexy in this role.

👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾👍🏾😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😝😝😝😝😝😝😝💯💯💯💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

☄️<—– me flinging myself into the sun after sun after this show


Suga comes into the room at the exact moment Daichi seems to have realized strapping the baby into the carrier on his chest should have been his last step, not his first. Now he has Katsumi attached to him, a backpack in one hand, Emiko holding the other, and absolutely no way to get his own shoes on.

He looks up at Suga helplessly and Suga does his very best not to laugh, because since Katsumi joined the family they’ve only taken the kids out together, but today Daichi has offered to take them both on his own so Suga can work. Which is amazing. And something Suga is a little afraid of doing himself, because Emiko can run absurdly fast on her tiny chubby legs, and Katsumi cries….pretty much always.

He appreciates this so much, but oh God, Daichi looks so cute and desperate right now, Suga can hardly contain himself.

“I did this wrong,” Daichi says.

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