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Top 10 One Tree Hill relationships (as voted by my followers) #8 - Brooke and Nathan

“The thing is, the two of us have been down very similar roads. I mean, we were in the same cliques first. We both felt the same pressures, same expectations. Our parents were like children, and we both grew into kind of bad versions of ourselves way too fast. So I think you know I get it. They never really gave us a chance, did they - our parents? They didn’t know how. Look, the thing is, you made your dream happen, all right? And even though I didn’t quite get there, when it was taken away from me,I dealt with it alone. That was stupid, selfish and wrong. So if your mom tries to take your dream away from you and you feel that same pain I did I’ve sort of been there, okay? I’m gonna be kind of pissed off if you don’t come talk to me about it. Anyway, thank you for coming today. It means a lot. I know you didn’t know Quentin but it doesn’t surprise me that you’re thinking about other people when all this stuff is going on with you. That’s not bad for a girl who never had a chance.”

ao3 link

Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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I Want Action

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Characters: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1,323

Warnings: a drop of angst maybe, SMUT, car sex, breath play?, some dirty talk, interrupting Sam

(the lyrics used from I Want Action by Poison are italicized


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Show Me That You Love Me

(ao3, buzzfeed article that inspired this nonsense)

(Monday, Feb 6)

Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me

Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that.
How creepy are we talking?  
You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.

Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying
But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend

Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?

Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party
It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit
And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so

Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.

Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered.
I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover

Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.

Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.

Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?

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(Wednesday, Feb 8)

Clarke: WTF???

Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.

Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE
It smells like a rainforest
My allergies are killing me
Seriously. Why.

Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her?
Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?

Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know

Bellamy: I’m helping!
I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.

Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing

Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you?
Some might consider us even now.

Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up

Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.

Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all

Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.

Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.

Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?

Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself
Cause it’s on, Blake

Bellamy: Dammit, I did not think this through.

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Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.

Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.

When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.

They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs ('Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.

Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.

Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.

Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.

crescendotayuri  asked:

for those "things you said" prompts, how about otayuri #12? :)

I’m sorry that it took so long but I had to make it longer to be satisfied with the ending lol

12) Things you said when you thought I was asleep.

Yuri had fallen asleep sometime during the movie and Otabek stopped paying attention to the movie around the same time Yuri’s head fell from the back of the couch to Otabek’s shoulder.

Otabek, thinking Yuri was still awake and was being playful, laughed and shrugged his shoulder once or twice until it was evident that he was very deeply asleep when Yuri’s whole body shifted and his head fell on Yuri’s lap. Otabek went still as Yuri stirred. Not much though, since he obviously didn’t know his face was nuzzling into Otabek’s thigh.

The suggestive position of their bodies made Otabek infinitely thankful that it was Saturday and Yuri’s grandpa was out shopping.

Otabek still couldn’t move though, not without waking his friend, who was sleeping on his lap.

So he sat there for the rest of the movie, sat through the credits, and even after it, not wanting to get up and wake Yuri up, looking very much like a little kitten. A sleeping tiger, more like.

“So cute…” Otabek murmured to himself, stroking the blonde hair splayed across his lap.

Otabek sat there for a little while longer staring at Yuri’s sleeping form, when he heard keys jingle and the front door open. Panic spiked through Otabek as Nikolai Plisetsky walking into the room, arms full of shopping bags and paused at the sight of his grandson lying on top of Otabek with his head in his lap.

Nikolai stared at him, his face neutral, not showing anything at all, no uncomfortableness, no anger, no embarrassment, only the slightest bit of shock as far as Otabek could tell.

Otabek stared back, trying not to incriminate himself for something he was doing. In hopes of clearing the air before any conclusions were jumped to. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he blurted and promptly berated himself for picking a starter that couldn’t possibly be more cliché. In an effort to seem to compose, he tried to keep a neutral face like the man across the room was. “Um…”

To his surprise, Nikolai burst into laughter. He put the bags down quickly and laughed full-bodied, clutching his stomach is barely stifled laughs which lasted very long moment for Otabek who was sitting on the couch bewildered at Nikolai’s reaction. After he sobered, he looked at the two on the couch with a conspirator’s smile.

“He fell asleep during the movie and I didn’t want to wake him,” Otabek explained.

If anything, it only made Nikolai’s eyes crinkle with mirth. “I can see that,” he said, and after a moment’s silence, he continued, “He’s very much like a cat, isn’t he?”

Otabek finally realised he wasn’t going to be told off by Nikolai for having his grandson’s head in his lap and visibly relaxed. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about helping with my shopping it’s only a little and I can handle it.” Nikolai somehow sensed his uncomfortable-ness at Otabek’s inability to help him at the moment, after having the boy come over for dinner and sleep over some nights Nikolai knew how politeness and courtesy were ingrained in Otabek’s mind as a priority. “Besides, Yuratchka used to do that a lot when he was a child.” The old man sighed fondly and chuckled to himself like he had a secret, busying himself in the kitchen.

Yuri shifted a little and straightened his body along the couch, they’d sat huddled together in the centre and so the small couch wasn’t long enough for Yuri’s long legs, dangling over the arm. His hand came up to press on Otabek’s thigh which sent tingles up and down his leg.

As Yuri huffed, finally settling down again, Otabek just looked at his friend’s face in front of him, softened by sleep. His closed eyes looked very different than when he was Constantly Pissed At Everyone or excitable chatting away about something to his grandpa or Otabek, and who found it very sweet, that Yuri felt comfortable enough to just non-stop talk to someone like him, let alone sleep on his lap.

“Were you boys okay while I was gone?” asked Nikolai, snapping Otabek out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, we watched a movie and Yura got some snacks for us.”

“‘Yura’?” Nikolai sat on an armchair on his right.

Otabek blushed at the realisation of his slip up. “Um yeah, he made me call him that when he copied my younger sister and started calling me ‘Beka’ and I hadn’t started calling him ‘Yura’.” Otabek smiled with fond exasperation at the memory.

“Yuri… He’s a good friend to you. Right? You know he talks about you often.” Nikolai smiled again.

Otabek perked up a little with the mention of how close they were and laughed a little, trying to dance his way around their very close relationship and nodded making a sound of agreement. It’s not as close as Otabek would have like, but he’d been pushing inch by inch in an effort to become closer to the boy he’d been admiring for so long.

“How do you feel about him?”

Otabek was suspecting that question was going to come up. It was still a little bit of a shock that Yuri’s grandpa would be so forward about it. He looked back down at the sleeping boy in his lap, playing with the inside of his cheek, thinking of a reply.

“He’s… my best friend.” Otabek avoided looking at Yuri’s grandpa, opting to focus on the smooth shoulder length hair Yura insisted on growing out. It suited him, in Otabek’s opinion. Or maybe he just had a thing for Yura’s hair no matter how he wore it.  When Yura tied his hair up, he looked so fierce and striking, when he had it down, he looked so calm and just beautiful. Otabek smiled at the image in his head.

Nikolai just sat there looking at him, studying his face for something.

“And I care about him a lot.” Otabek dared to lift his hand and lay it gently on Yura’s head stroking his knuckles down the blonde hair, and then his pale skin.

After a moment’s silence, Yuri’s grandpa spoke up. “But you do have feelings for him a little deeper than that don’t you?”

Otabek blinked and looked at Nikolai with eyes flaring in a slight panic.

But the old man only chuckled and said, “I could tell a mile away, boy. You smile at the back of his head too much, try doing it when he’s actually looking at you.” Nikolai was laughing again. “How long have you liked my Yuratchka, Otabek?”

“A few months, now,” Otabek replied, quietly. His cheeks felt warm from the secret he’d just admitted.

As Nikolai questioned him some more and Otabek answered, he found there was comfort in admitting his actions out loud, in front of the object of his affection, while knowing that he wouldn’t actually hear them, being asleep and all.

Otabek told him the things he did behind Yuri’s back in an effort to get closer to him. The things he set up before they were due to meet up, the way he stood closer to Yuri than all the other skaters at the rink sometimes, the way he walked with him to the store even though he wasn’t going to buy anything, Otabek just really enjoyed Yura’s company. Even when Otabek sent those cheesy “Send this to bae” memes or those “I love you like I love pizza” snaps, trying to hint at Yura how he felt about him, passing it off as an over-the-top best friend thing.

When he finished, he turned his eyes away from the window and back at Yuri’s grandpa, who was looking at him strangely.

“See?” Nikolai smirked after a moment, and that conspirator’s smile came back as he looked down at his grandson, who was lying very still. “I told you he liked you back.”

Otabek blinked again as he looked down to see Yuri, whose hands were still in contact with Otabek’s thigh (even if there was a layer of clothing to block the heat of his palm on Otabek’s leg, he was still very aware of every movement it made), his eyes very open and wide-awake.

“Oh my god,” Otabek managed.

Yura turned his head, trying to cover his face with his hair out of habit, but that only rubbed his face more against Otabek’s thigh. They realised at the same time and Otabek heard Nikolai laugh some more in the background at both their faces reddening, Yuri had practically leapt into an upright position, posture rigid and uncomfortable under the eyes of his grandpa and Otabek.

Silence settled on all of them like the glitter in a snow globe, thicker and thicker after every half a second passed.

“Wait,” Otabek started, inwardly cringing at how loud his voice sounded to his ears and turn to Yuri, “He said that— that I liked you ‘back’?”

Yura dipped his head down and tried to hide his face with his hair, but it was Nikolai who spoke first, coughing loudly and disturbing the soft silence, still smiling. “I’ll leave you two to sort things out.”

Otabek looked next to him at Yura who was giving his grandpa a why-did-you-tell-him look, who only replied, “What! You asked me to.” Nikolai teased, walking out of the room.

Yuri let out a panicked squeak and turned his head to gauge Otabek’s reaction to the scene unfolding in front of him.

Otabek was still processing it all, still in denial that he’d just poured out all his feeling for him when Yura was listening.

“Beka? You’re not mad at before setting it up are you?” Yuri asked, allowing himself to be vulnerable again.

Otabek shook his head numbly. “I’m- I’m still in shock that you like me back, ha, haa…”

Yura scooted closer back to Otabek’s side and propped his forehead on Beka’s shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief.

“If anything, I’d expect you to be mad at me for all the things I did behind your back—“

“Shush, if I had a crush on you for half the amount of time you held out, I think I would have been too impatient to be subtle.”

“Yura, I can’t believe you dumped your face on my lap.” Otabek started shaking with laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. After a moment, he sobered and turned to Yuri, looking at him with a hopeful searching smile on his face. “Do you really like me?”

He nodded, “Yeah, thought something was up, with all the situations that we ended up in whenever we hung out,” laughing a little and paused, uncertainty showing in his eyes and the way he worried his lip, “Um, Beka, now that- um, now that, like, we know… and stuff… um..”

“Yes, Yura?”

“Can- can I- like…” Yura’s brow furrowed all of a sudden and shook his head sharply. “Fuck it.”

Yura lurched forward to kiss Otabek square on the lips, shoving his face behind Beka’s shoulder and squealing a playful whine.

Beka nudged him back up, loving how the afternoon light made the green in his eyes glow just a little more. And kissed him back.

Yura spent the rest of the afternoon lying on top of Otabek, loving their new level of proximity and teasing Beka for all the times, he’d try to hint at his crush, Beka teasing him just as bad for all the now-obvious times he’d absolutely and utterly missed his cue.


“I will never be able to reach my ideal self.”

(Shoma’s interview in the Quadruple 2017 Extra magazine. Magazine scan credits to @niaori​ - Please do not repost these photos.)

As an explorer of figure skating…

Shoma Uno, who decided to devote his life to figure skating when he was little, and who has been chasing after his ideal self since then. Even after winning the silver medal at the World Championships, as he evolves himself, he continues to push his skating life forward while maintaining and improving his skills, mental strength, and physical condition.

Congratulations on your silver medal at Worlds and your gold medal as a team at the World Team Trophy. Is there a different type of happiness in winning as a team compared to winning alone?

S: Yes. Since this is the outcome which resulted from everyone’s best fights, there is a different type of happiness to it.

During WTT, were you thinking about the Team Event at the Olympics?

S: That, I didn’t really think about. I did have the goal to “win as a team”, but I was mainly thinking “I hope each and every one of the team members get to skate their best performance” and “I hope I don’t pull the team down”.

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Heat Haze Days - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2800

Notes: This is like…my first time writing in forever and a day. So be gentle :’) also, tbh, I only thought of this idea because I was listening to Kagerou Days in my car on my way home from work. Kagerou literally is Heat Haze Days. xD

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anonymous asked:

They shy characters do nothing for me except serve to annoy me. The manga and anime made me dislike her not to mention her stans. They try to claim that she "supported" him from day one but she never actually talked to him I don't care if she's shy she could have mustered up some confidence to actually TALK to Naruto when he was younger even if she stuttered when talking to him it's the effort that counts but no she gets credit for just standing from behind a tree & that automatically = support

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I feel like this issue in particular needs a longer answer than just a simple statement of agreement. Because yes, I agree with that. The reason being, that people like Sakura get bashed and thrown under the bus for supposedly not supporting Naruto even though she’s in the top three of his most loyal supporters. In terms of support being shown on panel, I would even go as far as saying Sakura did the most. And I do not appreciate the fact that characters like Sakura, Tsunade, Iruka and Gaara get ignored or even bashed while Hinata gets praised to all heavens by the fandom. The Naruto fandom is extremely selective and biased.

Kishi has stated in an interview that Hinata has been supporting Naruto from the shadows since the start. Notice how he says ‘from the shadows’. It confirms what we critical thinkers have been saying for years. 
Hinata may have been supportive of Naruto in her mind since the beginning, but it did nothing for Naruto, it did not help him at all during his early childhood. It’s no different from people ignoring him or being mean to him because in his mind she was just one of those who ignored him. I would even say that by admiring Naruto from afar for his strength and optimism, all while not being confident/strong enough to voice those beliefs to him to sooth his pain and give him back what she got from him through watching him, she was supporting herself more than Naruto. 
Support is not support when the person who needs to be supported isn’t actually aware of it and doesn’t gain anything positive from it.

So up until the moment Hinata tries to make Naruto copy from her test in the chunin exams, she hasn’t supported him on panel at all.

And this gets confirmed by the many instances Naruto remembers his past in flashbacks and the reader gets to see how he got from being alone and sad to being with Iruka and then with team 7. All the others AND Hinata come after that. Not before.
Most famous example being this page:

This is also proven by Hinata’s first appearance in the manga, when Naruto calls her weird. He has no recollection of her supporting him or being nice to him in a significant way.
And that’s despite the fact that Hinata knew how Naruto had been treated by the villagers, as shown during Naruto’s fight with Kiba when it’s shown in a flashback from Hinata’s POV. Once again she doesn’t voice those thoughts though. After the fight she gives him some ointment for his wounds.

The first time Hinata actually supports Naruto openly that could have or had a positive effect on him was during her ‘Proud failure’ speech. She helps Naruto believe in himself. And he thanks her for that.

We won’t see her support him again for a while. In fact, not until her confession during the Pain invasion. And even there, she calls herself selfish and does not actually voice support for him, she just confesses and gets hurt by Pain. 

Later on, she tries supporting him through giving it her all in the war and helping him snap out of depression after Neji’s death.
If I missed something, feel free to correct me.

Now, moving on to Sakura. When Sakura gets first introduced in chapter 3, she’s rude to Naruto who seems to like her very much. She even goes as far as to say he has it great with no parents scolding him and that this is why he does childish stuff a lot. However, she changes her mind in the very same chapter and vows to be kinder to Naruto from now on, with Sasuke being the catalyst for that change.

A few chapters later we see her share her meal with him.

Ah. You know what, let me try to find every moment she has helped him and/or supported him and his dream. Without me talking in between.

Part 1 finished. Part 2 under the cut.

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Boyfriend! Yoongi
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How You Two Met

-probably while walking through the park, or in a flower garden; anywhere you can hear your own thoughts

-you were just chilling and had nothing better to do but admire the scenery of mid-autumn

-and like from a movie, yoongi emerges from the falling leaves

-you stare at him

-and he stares back

-the two of you stare at each other

-and stare at each other

-and stare at each other

-tick tock

-nobody actually goes there except for you two weirdos

-to break the tension you give an awkward half-wave and he just nods back

-basically the two of you just go your separate ways and ignore one another


-so it’s becoming an usual routine on bumping  purposely  into the cute boy who always had on red headphones

-and you develop a small crush on him ever since you caught him humming to can’t stop by cnblue they’re your favorite kpop band and fanboys are so FRICKIN rare in the fandom

-he has an excellent music taste marry him

-but whenever you try to initiate a conversation between the two of you about cnblue’s music you chicken out and he just brushes past you

-one day he doesn’t show up at the park

-”maybe he just didn’t want to come today” you don’t give it much thought

-the following day he doesn’t show up either

“Something probably came up”

-and the next day after that

-yoongi’s been missing for a week


-he still doesn’t show up for a great deal of time

-so you’re roaming around the area by yourself everyday (with the occasional creepy old man that does morning walks) and you regret never catching his name nor his phone number because what a cutie you’ll never get that chance again

-you guys meet again three months later coincidentally on the street

-and you’re staring at the black-haired boy in S H O C K

-god has given you a second chance to prove yourself

-growing increasingly bold, you step up and look him straight in the eye, sticking out your hand

-”hey, i’m y/n… that girl from the park you used to go to??”

-”oh hi, yes, from the park? i’m yoongi. Min yoongi. Nice to meet you”


-unfortunately, you couldn’t even look at him properly to speak since the two of you were shoved around by the crowd from blocking the sidewalk

-yoongi, unfazed by the pushing, tucks his hands into his hoodie pocket

- ”we shouldn’t stand here; there’s people trying to pass by. Do you have something to tell me?”


-”y-yes i do! Would you care for an americano?”

-it’s three in the afternoon who drinks americano at late noon honestly

-but surprisingly he agrees??

-what a weirdo

-the waiter sets down your drinks at the cafe; the aroma of coffee is the BEST

-lost in each other’s words, you guys chat about music, music, and more music

-HE’S ONE OF CNBLUE’S TOP FANS husband material right there

-Yoongi tells you that he’s part of a boy band, called BTS, though they haven’t debuted yet. To your surprise -how? he’s been oozing swag and confidence from day one-, he’s a rapper, not a singer

-after spending almost an hour with him, you fall in love with his taste in music, taste in fashion, and taste in everything in general. How do boys like him still exist??

-obviously you could talk to him for the whole day without running out of anything to converse about, but Yoongi, apologetically tells you he has somewhere to be although he enjoyed chatting with you

-you guys part ways, but not before exchanging numbers

-AND YOU JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM AGAIN so you call him every other two days just to chit-chat about nothing

-he doesn’t decline your offers unless he has to go to work and even then he promises to make up for the missed ‘date’

-what a respectful cutie 

The Confession

-you guys spend most of your time together, and he eventually he looks forward to your incoming calls

-”y/n? Yeah i didn’t leave the house yet i’ll take a few minutes to get there” and he gets out of the bed so quickly jin would’ve thought the house was on fire to get him to move like that

-and one day…

-you confess accidentally over the phone; jokingly saying “i love you” to him after he does a favor for you

-cue the awkwardness in the call i’m shocked you didn’t hang up

-”oh you do? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

-”yoongi what that was a-”

-”no i’m serious, don’t you like me?”


-”… you do don’t you”

-”it’s not like you’ll be my boyfriend anyways idiot”

-”i’ll be your boyfriend”



-”w HAT”

-”i said i’ll be your-”

-”i swear to god if you’re playing a prank on me i will personally march over to your studio and beat the living daylights out of you”

-”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i always knew you liked me why didn’t you confess earlier”


-”when’s the date beautiful”

-and that’s how the confession went in very simple words


-definitely no pda between you or him

-like he would hold your hands once or twice in public but that’s it

-he must be the one to initiate snuggling, or else he gets annoyed/uncomfortable

-busy most of the time with comebacks and writing new songs especially with BTS’s thriving popularity… you would get extremely worried if he sleeps at the studio and forgets to call you to tell you he’s coming home late because he’s pulled that multiple times already -not on purpose tho he would never want to worry you like that-

-so many reminders from you to him to eat/breathe a little

-contrary to what yoongi usually acts like, he’s very, very hardworking when it comes to his passions. The only breaks he take is when he sleeps and when he uses the toilet you’re so proud of him for being so dedicated to his career

-he’s committed to his idol duties even his s/o can’t convince him otherwise

-you thank the LORD FOR SLOW ALBUM SALES because you two never spend time together as a couple anymore

-one positive thing after the hectic schedules he has as an idol however is that CUDDLING. POSSIBILITIES. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. EVER.

-yoongi always buries his face in your neck whenever he hugs you from the back -it sends butterflies down to your stomach hE NEEDS TO STOP BREATHING ON YOUR COLLARBONE- and acknowledges the new shampoo/conditioner/body lotion/perfume you’re using -you don’t have to ask him if he notices your new haircut he notices even if he doesn’t say anything trust me-

-absolutely adorable in his sleep?? How can such an evil person look like an angel when sleeping that’s your question

-insults come on a daily basis -they’re lighthearted yoongi wouldn’t actually hurt you with his words-

-although he ruthlessly gives opinions, you always know he loves you

-take his kisses for example

-i see him as a person who likes to give their s/o lazy pecks on their forehead, cheek or lips~ it’s sweet and intimate, and it doesn’t require him to put much effort into it

-however, this does NOT mean he’s a bad kisser!! Once in he’s in the mood, he’ll bruise your lips to the point where they become so swollen that you’re having trouble communicating with other humans

-you two will be a spontaneous couple; planned dates aren’t really his thing. That’s not necessarily a bad thing tho! It’ll make you both treasure memories more

-the first date would be to the arcade or maybe somewhere not exactly quiet, but where you guys can really feel connected as a couple and discuss deep topics about life -and music-

-once bts’s popularity expands internationally and domestically, yoongi starts being burdened about how fans would take your relationship with him

-”will they react kindly to y/n?? Will saesangs target her? Should i even reveal our level of intimacy or insist we’re friends??”

-just know that he’ll protect you at all costs

-and you couldn’t wish for a better boyfriend

Okay but the scene in The Scotsman Saves Jack Pt 2 where Jack jumps good and The Scotsman is like “yeah, yeah” leads me to believe that this is not the first time Jack has pulled this trick on him. Not to mention The Scotsman insisting Jack cheats and Jack arguing that he does not. So, in order to further the headcanon of secretly Slytherin petty-ass smirk Jack I give you this list of similar events:

-One time they were climbing a mountain, and The Scotsman made a bet that whoever made it to the top first was the best warrior of the two. Jack just fucking anime jumps up there in a couple leaps, and by the time The Scotsman gets to the top he’s sitting there with some tea like “I hope the long journey did not tax you friend”. The Scotsman gets some tea of course, Jack isn’t THAT petty and smirky.

-Anytime they make any bet and Jack bends the rules or finds a loophole The Scotsman insists he cheated but Jack genuinely believes a bent rule is not a broken one and pretends to make a huff about how The Scotsman is offending his honor.

-The Scotsman thinks he’s finally got him when it comes down to technology, because even though he carries around a sword all old-school he grew up in this time and Jack is a dinosaur. So he tries to show off his skills by showing Jack how he can use a cell-phone, but Jack just politely asks some nearby teenagers for help operating it and because he’s a famous and super pretty samurai they help him.

-One time during a fight they’re counting kills a la Gimli and Legolas style and Jack grabs The Scotsman’s gun leg to shoot down a robot and The Scotsman insists that the kill should belong to him.

-The reason Jack got so nervous when The Scotsman suggested wrestling as the final test is because it’s the one thing he can never beat him in. Even though he trained in it with the masters of masters The Scotsman just fucking lays on him and is too heavy to move and just sits there laughing while Jack struggles.

-Jack usually at least gets him off by pointing off in the distance and being like “look, your wife is calling to you” and somehow it works every time.


*Philip Hamilton x Reader
*Word count: 2121

Summary: You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.

Request: SOULMATE AU WITH PHILIP PLSS - @pearltheartist

A/N: Okay I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it and please send in more requests because I’m sick and noT going to school today k bye

And anything that’s italicized is memories/journal entries

Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF (idk someone might not like that???)

Originally posted by fuckyeahanthonyramos

“Nana, why do I have to go clean out your attic? Why can’t Liam do it?” You groaned, mentioning your brother as you climbed up the old stairs that led to your grandmother’s attic. “Because dear,” she called out, watching you climb up the stairs, “there may be some treasures up there that you might like.”

You looked down at her with furrowed brows, pursing your lips in question at her statement. She simply shrugged and wandered off, muttering something about making cookies for Liam and your grandfather.

Sighing, you opened the wooden door and pushed yourself up, letting out a low grunt as you did so. “I really need to start working out again,” you muttered, shaking your head as you looked around the old attic. The attic contained boxes upon boxes that probably contained items that hadn’t been used for years, along with piles of dust everywhere.

Running a hand through your hair, you nibbled on your bottom lip, not exactly sure where to start. “What on earth did nana think I’d find up here that I would love so much?” You wondered outloud to yourself, “all I see is boxes full of useless junk.”

“Stop complaining, Y/n.” You lectured, “nana sent you up here for a reason, obviously.”

When you finally decided to get to work, you grabbed the first box you saw, setting it down gently and opening the old box, coughing as dust flew everywhere, waving your hand in the air to blow it away. “Okay,” you breathed, beginning to rummage through the box and finding nothing of importance.

This continued for over an hour and you were to head back downstairs to complain to your grandmother, when something in the box you were currently looking through caught your eye. A black leather journal that looked like it was going to fall apart any minute now.

You slowly reached down to grab it, gently picking it up in fear that it would break if you tried to do anything else with it. Once you opened to a random page, your eyes narrowed as you recognized the familiar handwriting. It looked like your handwriting.

February third, 1795.
Dear diary,
Today me and my parents went to the Hamilton estate, something about me meeting my betrothed, which makes me uncomfortable at the mere thought of being forced to marry someone I didn’t love, especially if he wasn’t my soulmate. But, what can I do? I’m just a child, and a woman at that, I didn’t get any say in the matter at all. Mother didn’t look too happy either, muttering the entire way there about how “I shouldn’t be forced to live through what she did.” Whereas father was claiming it’d be good for both of our families if I married young Philip Hamilton when we were both eighteen years of age. I have indeed heard of the Hamilton’s before, but I have never met them. Mr. Hamilton was known for his over-the-top personality whereas Mrs. Hamilton was known for her soft and sweet nature. I knew nothing of Philip Hamilton, though. I do hope he is as great as my father says he is. We have arrived at their estate, I’ll update you later.
Y/n Y/l/n

Your eyes widened, nibbling on your bottom lip as you reread the journal entry over and over again. What made you more suspicious was that this girl had the same name as you. You somehow found yourself wanting to know what happened next, so you kept on reading:

Dear diary,
We have just gotten home and I’m very tired, yet I remembered I promised to update you on everything that happened before I went to visit the Hamilton family. I’ll tell you everything from start to finish. First, we were greeted by a maid, she was a nice young lady, yet she looked to be around my age, which made me feel unpleasant at the thought of these people forcing young girls to work. But nevertheless, I didn’t complain and allowed the girl to lead me and my parents to the parlor, where she said the family awaited us. Once we reached the parlor, she simply announced our names and curtsied, leaving right after. I remember feeling nervous as I came to see Mr. Hamilton staring at me with a straight face, but Mrs. Hamilton’s sweet smile made me feel comfortable after. “Mr and Mrs. Hamilton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I found myself saying, curtsying just like mother had taught me to do. “Please dear, call me Eliza.” I remember nodding, letting a short smile appear on my features before it disappeared right after. “Well, I suppose you must be here to meet our son. Philip, come here!” Mr. Hamilton called out, motioning for a young boy around my age to come downstairs. Once he did so, I felt my eyes widen as my mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ at the sight of the boy. He was absolutely magnificent. I then remembered how unladylike my actions were and curtsied once more, “Y/n Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you.” I remember the boyish grin that appeared on his freckled face as he leaned down to kiss my hand gently. “Philip Hamilton, the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Y/n.” I don’t think anyone could ever understand how absolutely helpless I felt when he did that. I don’t think I can describe the smiles on our mother’s faces as they watched our actions. It was absolutely amazing. Well, I do fear that I’m starting to doze off… Until tomorrow
Y/n y/f/n

You were definitely gaping at the old journal now, everything seemed so similar, from the handwriting down to your name. You had the exact same name. Now, you were never one to believe in soulmates or reincarnation like your nana did, but this had seemed very suspicious.

“Dear? Did you find anything?” You heard nana call out, making you shake yourself out of your trance and call back, “yes nana, I did. I’m coming down now.” You gripped the journal tightly as you walked down the old ladder, closing the attic door behind you as you turned to your grandmother. “Well?” She asked expectantly, making you smile and show her the journal. Your grandmother’s eyes brightened as she gently took the journal from your hands and admired it, “I… recognize this…” She whispered breathlessly as she took in the sight of the old journal.

“The lady has the same handwriting and name as me, nana. Isn’t that strange?” Your grandmother nodded slightly, a breathless smile appearing on her lips as she opened the pages and flipped through them, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of ripped pages.

She eventually handed the journal back to you, leading you towards grandfather’s study. “Dear, you do know about soulmates, correct?” You sighed, slowly nodding your head. “Nana, you know I don’t believe in-” Your grandmother shushed you, cradling you in her arms making you set the journal down on your grandfather’s messy desk.

“Just let me speak, dear.” She whispered, pulling away yet she still gripped your arms as she gave you a large smile. “You know of soulmates and reincarnation, right?” You nodded slowly, frowning in confusion as her smile grew.

“You know me and your grandfather are soul mates, yes?” You nodded, sighing softly. Your grandparents were one of the few people in the world who met each other long ago and were soulmates, reincarnating together every time they died. “Well… This young lady you are reading about, that’s you.”

Your eyes widened as you laughed, pulling away from your grandmother. “Yeah, right,” you snorted, “and Beyonce is my mom. Nana, just because you were lucky enough to meet grandpa years ago and reincarnate with him, doesn’t mean we were as well.”

Your nana rolled her eyes, scoffing. “When you were reading this journal, what entry did you read?” You frowned, “something about her meeting Philip Hamilton, I guess they were betrothed or something.” Your nana squealed softly, “and do you know anyone by the name of Philip now?”

You nodded slowly, “uh yeah, we have World History and Biology together… Oh shit.”

“Watch your language,” she lectured before shaking her head and smiling again, “dear, next time you see him, talk to him. You won’t regret it.”

Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, you found yourself reading this girl’s journal some more, reading every entry from the first page and so on until you reached the end of the journal, which came to stop in the middle of the diary. There was only one more journal entry after this one:

November twenty-third, 1801.
Dear diary,
I have never met a man more foolish than Philip Hamilton, not even his father could be more foolish than he. This man, my soulmate, my betrothed, has decided to challenge Mr. Eacker to a duel all because he insulted his father. Philip, has always been a man of honor, he was unlike any man I had ever met before. He was sweet and caring like his mother, yet would do anything to protect his father’s legacy. And to make things worse, his father encouraged it. If I weren’t a lady of high respect, I would’ve given them both a piece of my mind. Anyway, I must sleep now, I’ll write back tomorrow.
Y/n Y/f/n

Your brows furrowed, your eyes were narrowed and you found yourself turning to the next page, desperately needing to know what happens next.

November twenty-fourth, 1801.
Dear diary,
Today, on the twenty-fourth, the love of my life has passed away at the hands of a dishonorable man. I watched as his mother and father screamed in aguish when he passed, I remember feeling his cold lips touch mine one more time before his closed his eyes, finally at rest. “I’ll come back for you,” I remember him promise, which had resulted in me crying, it hasn’t been the same anymore. He’s only been gone for a few hours yet for some reason, it feels like centuries. It feels like my whole entire world has turned upside down… Philip… He was my world. I couldn’t be more thankful for the six years we were able to spend together… The six years I was able to spend with my soulmate. I do hope I get to see him again soon, my heart cannot take this pain much longer.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry
Until next time,
Y/n Y/l/n

You felt tears form, wiping them away so they wouldn’t ruin the already thinning paper, and slowly closed the unfinished book, setting it down on your nightstand by your bed as you let out soft cries at the thought of never seeing him again.

Oh, I do hope I get to see him soon

The next morning, you hopped out of bed the minute you woke up, grabbing the journal as you ran and raced into the living room to find your grandmother waiting. You gently set the old notebook down and ran over to hug your grandmother, the smile never leaving your face as you did.

“I get it, nana.” You whispered as she hugged you back. “I’m going to see him again.” She pulled away from you and smiled down at your warmly, squeezing your upper-arms reassuringly. 

“Go get him, dear. I cannot wait to meet him.”

The next day, you were back in school, desperately searching around for Philip. You finally caught him talking to his group of friends, tossing his head back in laughter. For some reason, it all clicked. You received every memory of you two together and your smile grew as you felt yourself run faster and faster. 

“Philip!” You called, gaining his attention as you stopped a little bit away from him. He stopped talking to his friends and stared at you, his eyes widening as well as he took a few steps towards you, as if all of his memories were coming back as well. He opened his arms and you ran into them, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist.

“Y/n…” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You both pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly. “It was only a matter of time, my dear.” 

Stupid Idiot

Chris Jericho/OC. For Anon: Reader has a crush on another wrestler. In hopes of impressing this dude she agrees to a threesome he wants, but she gets terribly left out and ultimately leaves. Chris finds her all tearful in the elevator and gets a clingy earful when he tries to find out if she’s okay. She doesn’t believe him when he says what an idiot this dude is, until he makes her believe it back in his room.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a quick drabble of Natasha tying the reader up to the bed for Bucky's birthday

“Can you do me a favor, Nat?” You were blushing furiously, but you desperately needed her help.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She smiled up at you, setting her apple down on the counter.

“I need you to tie me to the bed for Bucky’s birthday.” You mumbled, embarrassed at the words.

“I take it you’re his birthday present?” She smirked at you, enjoying the sight of your awkwardness.

“Yeah.” You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. “Will you-”

‘Of course, let’s go.” She took another bite out of her apple and strutted out of the room; you followed her.

You held up three different lingerie sets. Nat chose the black lace corset with the matching thong. She noted that with your hands being bound, you’d want to wear something strapless. 

“Want help changing?” Nat picked up the corset, undoing the hooks that went down the back.

“Nat…” You licked your lips as she started stripping you.

Three weeks ago you had been on a mission with Nat, you’d been undercover as business associates…well, you were. Nat was just there for back up. When things went south and she had to enter the building, the two of you were held captive. The only explanation the two of you could come up with off the top of your heads was that you were dating. A few comments later from some horn dog security guards and the two of you were making out. You would’ve kicked their asses if you had finished the mission, but there was still some shit you had to get done. 

After realizing they had people tailing the two of you, Nat started staying at “your” place; aka one of the few safe houses in the area. Nat found a few bugs hidden in the bedroom and decided to give them a show. She had you on your back screaming her name as she sucked and nibbled on your clit. 

You informed Bucky of what had happened during the mission, not sure how he’d react. At first he was jealous, repeatedly ringing it up whenever he’d fuck you. Then he switched to a more teasing aspect. He made a deal with Nat, he’d train with her, teaching her things he had learned in Hydra, if she’d toy with you occasionally. You knew about the deal, but they didn’t know that you did. You used it to your advantage.

“Your skin is so soft…Bucky’s very lucky.” She kissed your shoulder blade, hooking the back.

“Will you tie me up now, Nat?” She hummed against your back and pushed you onto the bed. “The ties are in the bedside drawer.” You opened the drawer and pointed at the silk ties.

She wrapped the fabric around your wrists, hooking them around the headboard. She yanked on your arms, making sure the knots were secure. She did the same with your legs, making sure they were spread wide for Bucky. She crawled over your body with a final tie in her hand.

“What’s that one for?” You raised your eyebrows at her.

“This.” She placed it over your eyes, tying it behind your head. 

You felt her body flush into you as she planted kisses down your body. She kissed your clit through your underwear before climbing off of you. She chuckled before opening your door.

“I’ll go send him your way.” You could hear the smirk evident on her face.

“Doll, can I come in?” Bucky spoke through the door.

“Yes you can, birthday boy.” You tried to speak sensually but you started laughing. Bucky opened the door and smiled at the sight of you.

“What’s so funny, doll?” You could hear him walking over to you. 

“Nothing, I’m just excited.” You pulled on the restraints, wishing you could see where he was in the room. He was silent and you knew he was toying with you. He was in full assassins mode, not letting you know where he was.

You focused on your surroundings, trying to listen to any creaking floor boards or the sound of his breathing. You heard the faintest ruffling of clothing, but it didn’t give away where he was.

“You know, the lingerie of this time get’s me every time. I can’t get used to how fancy it is. It’s strange though.” He paused. “You spend large amounts of money on articles of clothing just to have taken off of you. How much did you spend on these?” He trailed his fingers up your corset and you bit your lips.

“Just under a hundred.” Your let out a groan when he pulled his hand away from you.

“Damn, doll. Maybe I’ll just have to fuck you with your clothes on, don’t want that money to go to waste.” His fingers traced the tops of your breasts, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“It’s your birthday, you do whatever you wish.” You licked your lips, enjoying the faint touches he was giving you. His fingers brushed your cunt and your hips jerked upwards, there was not hint to his hand being there.

“That wet already?” He pulled your thong to the side and ran two fingers between your folds.

“Yes, Sergeant. All for you…with a little help from Nat.” You gasped when he shoved his fingers into you.

“You’re all mine tonight, doll.” You felt him settle on top of you, continuing tp pump his fingers.

“Y-Yes sir.” You wished he’d kiss you. 

He worked on your neck as he finger fucked you. Leaving hickies as he moved down to your collarbone. His other hand worked on each hook on the corset, undoing them slowly. He tossed the lingerie piece across the room when it was free from your body.

“I always forget how beautiful you are.” He groaned and planted kisses on your breasts, inching towards your right nipple. 

Your orgasm was drawing near when he took your peak into his mouth. His licked and nibbled on it gently, drawing gasps from you with each graze of his teeth. Your hips jolted upwards and Bucky brought his mouth to yours, finally giving you what you craved.

He laughed when you bit his lower lip harder than you’d meant to, knowing how dorkish you were. No matter the mood- angsty, passionate, dominant, whatever- you always managed to make him feel like the goofy teenager from the forties. 

He moved roughly, slamming his fingertips against the spot you needed him most and you tipped over the edge. You wrapped the restraints over your hands, closing a fist around them and yanking on them, wishing you could touch Bucky.

Your orgasm washed over you almost painfully. You arched your back off the bed, pushing your body flush against Bucky’s as you moaned his name. You wish he’d fuck you with his cock, but it was his birthday and he was going to screw with you all night. 

“You remember the safe words, doll?” He smirked, kissing your jawline.

“Yes sir, I do.” You spoke between breaths. “Why, what do you have planned?” 

“Just remember, red means stop.”

aperturebots  asked:

Headcanon that Kaz gets bored after SoC and CK takes place because those were the best puzzles of his life and he got such a rush out of seeing them take place. After that, he feels like everything is dull and boring and depressing. "Sure I COULD rob the bank, but it's too EASY. What if we tried to... Scam the Council of Tides?" And Wylan and Jesper are to the side like "NO. WE ARE NOT SCAMMING THE COUNCIL OF FUCKING TIDES."

honestly he…. totally would

I mean, what could top everything he did in soc/ck?? when’s the next time he’ll get to that big a scale. he was dealing with an international scheme of epic proportions when will he eVER do that again 

I think he’d start off small though and try to slowly cause his own problem

“oh, how could I have known the last three businessmen I’ve disposed of also have captured the attention of the council of tides. what a coincidence.”

“what, that shipment was meant as a gift for the council? what a shame the man in charge of it docked the boat in our territory.”

and eventually he’s just. casually screwing them over 

but not enough to get himself killed

… yet


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.

{C.M x Reader} Headcanons P.2

Bet you all thought you had seen that last of me but nope, I’m here to wreck your shit up. I’m still working on the first chapter to the Connor Murphy thing I’m writing, wink wink, so until that’s done have some more mediocre headcanons.

- He’s scary good at nail art? Like, he could put those Russian nail artists on YouTube out of the job???

- He offers to paint your nails as soon as he sees the paint chipping.

- He also has a huge selection of nail polish in a box hidden in his closet, don’t be too surprised if there are at least twelve different bottles of black nail polish; they’re all just different brands.
“Yes, having this many bottles of black nail polish is totally acceptable! Yes, there is a difference between them. This one has holo glitter!”

- His collection of nail polish is actually the cutest thing? But you realize he doesn’t really have any nail art tools so guess what he’s getting for his birthday!

- He sneaks into your house at the oddest of times. Once he climbed in through your window while you were showering, he did you a major frighten once you finished.

- He really likes Halloween but he doesn’t like having to put effort into a costume.
“Connor, where’s your costume?”
“This is my costume, I’m dressed like a homicidal maniac; they look just like everybody else.”
“Okay, you make yourself comfortable while I go hide the knives.”

- He really likes spider-touches. Meaning he likes when you gently trace the tips of your fingers across his skin.

- Really, he just likes small gestures of intimacy all together. He isn’t a huge fan of being overly affectionate, mainly because he’s not used to it, but he does enjoy the small gestures like you reaching for his hand while taking a walk and gently rubbing the top of his hand with your thumb, or bumping shoulders right before walking into class.

- He goes to animal shelters with you once a week, it’s become a tradition at this point.

- He finds connecting to animals a lot easier than connecting to people most of the time, so when he first took you to the animal shelter with him you were kind of in awe to see how well the animals reacted to him.

- Though, he did nearly get into a fist fight with a 40 something year old man who had stepped on a puppy’s tail.

- He craves, and I mean CRAVES, sugar cookies when he’s high.

- He’s not even a huge fan of sugar cookies but when he’s high he just wants five batches of them.

- He reads so much? He has a small collection of old books that are worn to hell because he’s read them so many times.

- The day he lent you one of his favorite novels you knew you were going to cling to this beanpole for the rest of your life.

- He had an Avril Lavigne phase but who hasn’t?

- Boy is probably really into conspiracy theories?! He’ll bust into your room at 3 in the morning just to show you a new one or new evidence to one he’s shown you in the past.

- And you, being the supportive date mate that you are, will always look into it some more when you’re more awake and then go into a full blown eccentric conversation with him over it when you see him again.

- He likes to add vanilla and sugar to his warm milk. It’s something his mom used to do to help him sleep at night because he hated the taste of warm milk on its own.

- He flips school buses off if he’s behind one in traffic or if one drives by while he’s walking home. But who doesn’t?

- Once there were a few kids in one of the buses and they saw him do it so, as a child does, they did it back.

- You had some trouble holding him back because you were laughing too hard.

- He probably really likes to burn candles and incense, so you like to keep some handy when he visits.

- He has like an entire drawer of lighters in his bedroom. Most of which haven’t even been used, he just likes the designs?

Better Together (Smut) Part One

Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!

Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Again a two part, because it became rather long. 

Better Together (Smut) Part One

“Cheers to you being home… for a while at least” I yelled, trying to out speak the noise in the bar. Shawn clucked at me, before raising his glass clinging it into mine.

“And our new apartment together” he hurried to say.

“And our friendship” I joined in, laughing.

“Best friend for ever, bitch” Shawn smiled at me.

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