I love you, Ollie.
And I need you right now more than you know.
So whatever you want, I’ll-I’ll do it.
I just want to make you happy like you make me happy, and I know that I can.
So, please, just let me.
“When you said you were going to Tokyo,” Haruka finally broke the silence, and Makoto was happy to find he had been wrong about the power of the human voice. “I was confused… I just thought we’d stay together after graduation. No other alternative was a possibility. Then in Australia, I realized why the thought of you leaving terrified me.” Makoto closed his eyes and pulled in closer to Haruka. “And where did all that stuff about smothering come from? You never smothered me. Sometimes, I stayed in the bath too long… because I knew you’d come and pull me out.” [x]
Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and
Two weeks from his coronation and three
from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found
himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand
as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the
concrete walkway in shattered fragments.
“You’re a little far from the palace” A
slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw
“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize
for not bowing” The boy snorted.
“Please, just leave me alone” Simon
Simon is always looking for excuses to be near
Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing
something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.
Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts.
His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive
right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and
sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon
leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming
down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this
Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than
anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again.
“That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the
material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen.
“You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”
supergirl, post-season 2 finale, alex/maggie, the danvers sisters, 1k, first in a series of “maggie doesn’t say yes” fics
Maggie doesn’t say yes.
Maggie says, “Babe, I love you so much, but we are not getting engaged right now. You are figuring out where Kara went and we are watching movies and spending my entire paycheck on food to cheer her up.”
Alex blinks a few times. Swallows. She has to clear her throat to say, “Yeah. Yeah, right, good idea.”
Maggie catches her by the arm before she can turn away. She holds Alex’s face in both hands and presses their foreheads together.
“I love you, Alex Danvers,” she whispers. “But we’re not getting engaged because your sister had to send away some boy who you never thought was good enough for her anyway.”
A tear slips down Alex’s cheek but she chuckles.
“When we’re ready,” Maggie says, “just us, no one else. When we’re ready, and the world isn’t ending or about to end or just saved from ending. When it’s just us and we live together and we’re ready, I’ll say yes, okay?”
Alex pulls back to look at her. “You want to live with me?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Maggie says, because she does, God, she does, but they can’t make this decision right after the world almost ended. “Let’s find your sister first.”
I MISS MY TABLET but I couldn’t not doodle this when it came to mind, apologies for the slightly blurry quality 3
Remembered reading he is one to train, though idk if he’s ticklish, I doubt anyone has the guts to try it out like 99% of the time. Either way: Trust no one not even your gf who is helping you train weights, especially that actually.