i feel like i'm gonna cry because he loves that shirt so much

“3 Weeks”

requested // yes

requests are open // request here

AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.

“More…”

“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again. 

Look At Me (Requested)

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request:  Hey can u do #4 from the embarrassing dialogue prompt list ? With peter maximoff ❤️ +  Number 7 from the embarrassing prompt list with peter maximoff pretty please  
Word Count: 1209
Warning: Fluff, lil angst, swearing, Peter being a dork, somewhat nudity?? 
A/N: I combined requests because efficiency (and I’m lazy) So enjoy!! 
Tagging: @notsoprettykitty, @stovehairington, @writing-rogue


Originally posted by despairingfever

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“You think Y/n likes me?” Peter asked Jubilee as they laid on the lawn, music playing quietly through Peter’s speakers.

“I don’t know, I mean you act like a total idiot around them.” She stated propping herself up while Peter huffed.

“Nu-uh.”

“You totally do, you tripped over your feet when Y/n smiled at you, dropped a mug on the floor when they walked by and remember the time you walked into the lamp post.”

“Pfft no one saw that…did they?” Peter asked, somewhat desperately while she snorted.

“Yeah everyone saw you walk into a pole when they said hi. It was kind of hilarious.” Jubilee giggled while Peter groaned.

“Fuck, I can’t help it, when they’re around I just can’t think straight. Y/n just does something to me, I feel like I can’t breathe, but it’s exhilarating–I don’t know, never mind.” Peter shrugged it off while Jubilee ogled over his head over heels state.

“I’m pretty sure you’re past liking Y/n. You’re in looooove.” She chirped while heat rose to Peter’s face.

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Comet is the only thing I care about if it doesn't win I'm gonna cry

Like. I can’t even explain it I’m too invested in this show. I’m going to infodump about it because I’m so sad that DEH might beat it out for the tony and it doesn’t even deserve to.

-While you are walking in it gives you a Cold War / modern Russia vibe. The walls of the imperial are covered in posters and I remember reading the word pussy a lot which made me happy.
- The guy at the merch stand was so sweet! No one else was there yet so I just was like “ are you open?” And he helped me pick a shirt ( the red shirt with the family tree/ prologue lyrics was his favorite and I bought it bc I love it too.)
- All the ushers were so nice! I was wearing a shirt that said “ so broke can’t pay attention” and a lot of them read it and told me it was funny.
- the usher for my actual seat talked to me about DEH and I told her I loved it but it annoyed me when everyone kept saying ’ oh yeah it has 9 tony noms’ and I was like “ well… comet has 12!” And she laughed and we Bonded™
- did I mention I was alone for like the first hour I was in the theatre because I ran in at 7 without my mom and sister. They wanted to eat their food and I was like “NO COMET”
- I was hungry because I’d skipped dinner?? The comet gods threw food at me.
- The girl who talked to our section was the best. Also I was the only person who read war and peace in my section which made me feel Important™
- Natasha’s “NO!” When Andrey tells her he’s going off to war and prologue starts
- the door!!!
- o Sonya
- private and intimate life gave me chills. Gelsey Bell gives me chills. She was so genuinely scared and I just wanted to run down there and hug her and tell her it would all be okay.
- an old woman was chose for bolkonsky’s lover and she was so happy it was so sweet
- “I KNOW THEYLL LIKE ME!” *pause* “EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS LIKED ME!”
- getting stools into those tables took a little while but it was the best thing I ever saw.
- no one else was so powerful. It’s one of my favorite songs that I’ve like, ever heard, and Denee rocked it. Honestly the little things I noticed from her I applied to my singing it ( it’s a song I’m working on in vocal) and it helped so much. God bless Denee Benton.
- The opera was AWESOME. Gelsey again as opera singer made me die. Her voice is so strong and good and perfect.
- stop touching dolokhov stop touching dolokhob Helene stop stop stop
- the whole “ where is dear Pierre” thing with Marya gently reminding Helene that she IS married to Pierre made me smile
- WHEN THE RIP TBE BLOOD OFF ANDREY I CRY
- Anatole get back behind that door you little shit
- you are not allowed to walk down stairs like that Anatole stop
-Helene please stop looking at your brother like that he’s your brother stop
- Natasha stop looking at him
- Anatole stop looking at her
- stop whispering in french Anatole you smooth fuck
- GIVE HER HER FLOWER BACK ANATOLE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK PUT IT BAAAAAAAAACK.
- you will NOT go to that ball Natasha u sit down and pick up a coloring book or something you literal child
-when Pierre says “ oh dear Andrey’s betrothed.” Anatole shakes his hand and goes “ ehhh ” like he’s saying not for long
- the entire scene before the duel hurts so much Pierre doesn’t understand except he does
- *shot comes from Fedyas gun* Pierre, with his arms out ready to die stays still for a few beats before doubling checking to make sure that he has indeed survived
- HELENE LOOKS SO PISSED AT HIM.
- dust and ashes is my anthem I have never related to anything so hard. Protect Pierre. Get him medical help. I want to see him loved.
-DENEE BENTON STRIPPING-ISH ON STAGE TO JUST A CORSET AND UNDERWEAR ( I’m sure she has a Leo under it)?? MY GAY LITTLE HEART DID NOT SURVIVE.
- Helene takes the necklace Andrey put around Natasha’s neck when he left. Nat looks distressed until it is replaced by pearls and she gets distracted by the shiny.
- the ball is so painful please Anatole no more
- when Anatole and Natasha stand together In front of 9 flood lights then the door closes? I die
- the door closing makes it final and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it
- Natasha’s costume change is great you can see how teeny Denee is
- Natasha gushing about how much she loves Anatole to the crowd makes me cry
- Pierre you gentle giant plz stop drinking
-that’s right Sonya. Roast her.
- Natasha no longer says “ he’s my master and I am his slave.” In the genius annotations of the off broadway cast Dave says that the line might change because he knows how it looks to have an African American woman sing that about a white man. He said it was up to Denee to decide what she was comfortable with, and in the show it wasn’t there. ( I’m glad Denee stopped saying something she wasn’t okay with)
-oh Sonya nothing is your fault you little gerbil please calm down and realize you aren’t responsible for Natasha
-THE PLAN FOR NATALIE ROSTOVAS ABDUCTION HAD ALL BEEN-
- balaga is such a fun song. I didn’t get egg shakers but everyone who did seemed to have a good time!
- during the abduction when Anatole says not yet and pauses, Lucas draws it out a ton. One of the people next to me tried shaking her egg to get it started up again and he just looked at us and said “ no.”
-Natasha is so excited to go with him I hate it. Also the violin is amazing as it always is in that show.
- yOU WILL NOT WNTER MYYY HOUSE S C O UN D R E L.
- Denee runs up to what looks like a sink (?) and you can see her miming taking arsenic.
-Pierres reality check kills me. He’s been telling himself he’s worthless nothing matters and he probably hasn’t gone outside in a long time, and then someone’s asking for him for his friend.
-what?? whAt? WHAT???
- Anatole sobbing in Helene’s lap is good and terrible at the same time. She strokes his hair, and it makes me die.
- DRAG HIM PIERRE. THREATEN THE BAD MAN.
- when Anatole leaves Pierre and him throw his bag around for a bit.
- Natasha very ill is so sad I cried then
-in Andrey and Pierre, Andrey is so tired. He’s holding the letters with anger, like he doesn’t want to touch them anymore. It makes me upset because only about 25 songs ago he clutched them to his heart.
- when Andrey says ’ never speak of that’ he holds Pierre up on his tip toes by his shirt. On “ again” he punches Pierre in the chest and runs down to his fathers throne. He sits there and the tension never leaves him as he grips the arms of the chair. Mary tries to fret over him, but he waves her away.
- Natasha and Pierre is the saddest song too. Natasha is so small in her room plain, baggy white nightgown and no shoes. The emotions in that song are so high. Natasha climbs up the stairs as Pierre starts the “ if I were not myself” part of the song, and hesitates with each kind thing he says.
- Pierre stops after “I” and I think he only continues because he sees that Natasha has heard him and that she tenses at the word.
- “UNABLE TO FIND THE SLEEVES.”
- the comet is a good prop I love the comet #gayiconthecomet
- the stage door was so amazing. All the actors were the sweetest. I’m super terrible at names so I apologize if I just call someone their character name.
-Paul Pinto came out and instead of saying “ I loved your performance and my friends did as well” I said “ my friends love you and told me to say hi” he looked a little hurt and said “oh, well tell your friends I said hi, I guess.” I have hurt the best man on this planet and I can never make it up
- I told the guy who plays dolokhov that he was amazing and I cried very hard and he said “ oh well that’s what we always want, isn’t it?”
- PEARL ( an ensemble member) SIGNS IN PURPLE. I ASKED HER WHY SHE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT SO I WOULD REMEMBER HER.
- josh came out even though he had somewhere to be. He went to the end of the line and worked his way up.
- josh has the kindest eyes, he could stab me and I would apologize for getting blood on his knife. He also has a baby face and a beanie. I love him.

There’s more, like a lot about the set so if you want to hear me infodump about comet please let me know kids

anonymous asked:

Jess, do you think Harry and Louis (this applies to both of them) sometimes get naked or walk around the house only in a tiny underwear, or some panties, when the other is doing ordinary stuff? Like, Harry's sitting on their couch reading a book, then suddenly Louis comes and walks around (doing nothing really just trying to catch Harry's attention) in some black-lacy-pants and then when Harry sees it, he moans like "Loouis!!!! I'm trying to read!" I think about this a lot..

Okay first of all this is the best ask anyone’s ever sent me.  Second of all, do you understand what you’ve just asked me for????

You want to know if these two fools like to tease one another???

Does this guy:

tease this guy??

And does this guy

tease this guy?

I can tell you that the answer is YES but I’m gonna put my scientific research under the cut.

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just falsettos in cinema things

-I finally got to see the beginning of four jews

-anthony rosenthal is twelve fucking years old and literally such a good actor his facial expressions are golden

-andrew’s little moan when christian pulls his hair whizzer completely has a hair pulling kink nobody can tell me otherwise

-trina’s star of david necklace

-ALSO in act two trina was wearing mendel’s bracelet from act one

-daddy’s kissing boys kiss uh need I say more

-little added lines here and there like in the chess game and everyone hates his parents

-honestly I was just so in awe of my mother stephanie j. block literally the whole show oh my god stephanie belting with a BANANA in her MOUTH in HD holy FUCK

-march of the falsettos in hd was just as terrifying as you’d expect

-all the closeups on other actors while one character was singing

-andrew’s hair bouncing in the chess game

-andrew rannells being such a good actor and just portraying such raw emotion in his lines in making a home, and on the verge of tears in the games I play

-father to son was honestly so emotional and beautiful ugh anthony rosenthal is so talented the fact that this kid could portray such a wide array of fear and anger and love is amazing

-mendel calling the audience gay with his cool glowing traffic directing cones

-the nancy reagan punching bag???

-the lesbians got such a fucking cheer in both the recorded audience and the audience I was in

-anthony’s dancing in year of the child

-cordelia’s apron said “cordelia’s catering”

-whizzer just fuckinfb whipping off his sunglasses in the baseball game

-some lady in the audience of the actual recorded show whooped when jason hit the ball

-sorry, but brandon uranowitz in everyone hates his parents is literally the height of comedy

-the lesbians in uh everything

-there’s so much raw happiness in what more can I say, also I kept looking at their nipples for some reason

-did i mention the lesbians

-when whizzer collapses it’s just so sad and real and. Ugghg

-I can’t believe stephanie j. block did not get a tony!???? uh holding to the ground was just so…….I don’t even have the words to describe it

-whizzer crying during days like this

-whizzer and marvin both crying during the beginning of unlikely lovers, and the whole exchange there just shows how much they mean to each other

-whizzer and marvin may have been crying at the beginning of that song but I was fucking bawling by the end

-did I mention anthony rosenthal??? another miracle of judaism is literally the embodiment of jason and I love my boy anthony

-andrew rannells fucking sobbing all through you gotta die sometime and through the beginning of jason’s bar mitzva

-when the men go to get changed and the three women are talking about how helpless they feel and it’s heartbreaking

-marvin and trina finally getting to be at peace with each other while they’re standing behind jason during his bar mitzvah, also how they talk about how jason looks like marvin

-whizzer reaching to put his hand on jason’s shoulder and his strained “thank you”

-during what would I do how whizzer is wearing the same thing he was wearing at the beginning of the show, except the shirt is white

-“we’re just gonna skip that stage”

-marvin completely breaking down and sobbing and everyone getting into that little circle to comfort each other

-I can’t stop thinking about how the cube represents the tight knit family,,,because throughout the show, everyone is broken apart and so is the cube, but at the end they put the cube back together. marvin finally has the tight knit family he wants, but the cube is missing a block: whizzer

-Jason putting the chess piece on whizzer’s tombstone

-ok I have literally never cried this hard for anything fictional

anonymous asked:

I know it's almost the end of fear friday, but I'm gonna prompt anyways. Also, awesome blog!!! post-CW Tony and Peter are together, and he has joined the Guardians in space. They have become his 2nd family. But he's waiting for them to leave him eventually cause he thought the Avengers were his family and look what happened there.

Thank you so much ! :)

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“Tony i need your help.” says Peter when the monster comes directly towards him.

“Kinda busy myself Starlord.” replies Tony and flies around the monster. It looks like a octopus but its green and really slushy. Tony hates it.

Monster in space are even weirder than on earth.

“Tony for real…” begins Peter but then the monster buries him under one of his…tentacles and Peter is gone. Tony screams at that and the next moment the monster gets him, too.

It takes every one of Tonys weapons to kill it and then Tony sinks to the ground.

“Petey?” he asks worried but there is now answer.

“What the fuck happened?” says Rocket who lands next to him. Tony shrugs. He can’t speak.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i know i saw it but i don’t believe it.” says Rocket to Groot and Tony leaves his suit. He runs around, looking for Peter.

“Guys! I got him. He is here.” says Gamora and Tony sees how Drax help her to get the tentacle away from Peter.

Peters eyes are closed and Tonys heart stops. Oh god. This is his fault!

“We need to take him to the ship.” says Gamora and Drax carries Peter. Tony feels numb. He follows them but doesn’t say anything.

“Do you feel his pulse?” asks Drax when Gamora check it and she nods. But she looks still so worried.

Nobody speaks to Tony when they go back to their ship.

Tony knows why. He fucked up. Again.

*

Half an hour later Tony is in his room on the milano and packs his things. He is going to leave. It was his fault and even if Peter is not dead he is only hurt because of him.

Tony wanted to face the monster and shot it down. That why he didn’t help Peter. But thats a ridiculous excuse.

There is a knock on his door and Tony looks up as Yondu comes in.

“Hey son.” he says and then sits down on Tonys bed. Yondu is kinda Peters father and he will definitely beat Tony up for that stunt.

“Hi.” mumbles Tony back. Sometimes (only when he is alone and had a bad nightmare) Tony images that Yondu is like father for him, too. Well technically he is his father-in-law.

He is not sure how old Yondu is exactly but he always treats Tony really well. That is going to change now.

“So you wanna leave?” asks Yondu and points at Tonys suitcase.

Tony nods at that and Yondu sighs.

“Why?” asks Yondu and Tony can’t help but sniff at that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Yondu.

“Look son. I know you feel bad about what happened to Peter. And believe me when i say that he will be okay. He is sleeping but you can go see him if you want.” says Yondu and Tony looks still at his suitcase.

“I…hurt him.” whispers Tony when the first tear falls on one of his shirts.

“No you didn’t. The monster did.” says Yondu and he sounds really carefully. Its almost strange.

“Why don’t you hate me?” says Tony then and Yondu laughs.

“Because your are my family.” says Yondu and shrugs.

Tony snorts.

“We are all family here. And sometimes bad things happen in a family, but that only makes us stronger you know? I know that Peter can’t talk about his feelings very well. He gets that from me. But i know that he isn’t angry at you. And he wouldn’t want you to leave.” says Yondu and Tony looks at him.

He is still crying and Yondu smiles sadly at him.

“I had a family once.” whispers Tony then. He is not talking about his parents, because that wasn’t a real family.

But the avengers. And he fucked that up. They left because of him.

“They didn’t deserve you. But Peter is much happier with you and i know that you are happy here, too. So don’t run away because of one mistake. God knows how many i made and Peter is still saving my ass on a daily basis.” laughs Yondu and he holds his arms out.

Its rare that Yondu does that. But Tony loves his hugs. He cuddles into him and breathes.

“Thank you.” he says and Yondu just laughs.

“Peter also gave me that for you.” says Yondu and holds up a paper. It just says ‘Yes i still love you, asshole’ with a smiley face. Tony laughs.

When they had their first fight as a couple Tony had said that he would only believe Peter if he wrote his ‘i love you’ down as proof. It was a silly thought but since then Peter does it every time.

“He still loves me.” says Tony and he pets the paper carefully. Then he puts it on his wall. Yondu laughs.

“I can’t believe i’m saying this but we all love you, you damn human idiot.” grins Yondu and Tony sticks his tongue out at him.

“And now get your ass over to Peter!” says Yondu and Tony runs out of his room.

Yondu shakes his head at the boy and starts packing his things back in the cupboard. What a mess.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can we have boys spoiling each other (and Yura) with care, attention, by being mindful, or by something material? Sneakily or open - no matter. Thanks in advance! )))

Viktor is notorious for having the biggest holes in his pockets. He follows a rule of thumb: if it has animal stripes on it or it’s purple, he buys it, only to dump in front of Yura’s front door for him to find (if it’s both, well, that’s like Easter come early). On the same note, if it’s pretty and shiny or it reminds him of Yuuri, or if he even remotely suspects Yuuri would like it, it becomes a “late anniversary present” or an early one, whatever festivity is closer and fits.
Yura promptly wears whatever it was the day after, feigning ignorance, doesn’t look at him in the eyes and screams a little less than usual.
Yuuri tries desperately to get him to bring it back, this is getting ridiculous, why would I want this marble peacock statue with glitters glued on it, Vitya, oh my god, no, don’t cry, I really like it- clearly to no avail. They’re probably gonna have to move out soon or at least rent a garage or something.

Yuuri is a book manual mom friend. He makes bento for everyone at the rink (even Yakov) ((they need a bigger kitchen)), sneakily gives advice when Yura is out of his depth enough to not properly ask for it but making it slip that he would need it, wordlessly wraps his jacket around his shoulders when he stubbornly refuses to get his out of the car. He reminds Viktor to take his vitamins, makes him hot tea when it’s chilly outside (with his favourite jam, even if he shudders everytime), lets him cry into his neck when it’s a no day. He bribes him with cake at the price of eating his vegetables (you too, Yura, don’t give me the scowly face, you’ll never grow up by pirozhkis only) and sometimes he even lets him win at Monopoli (he’ll never give up his rightful place as the master of mario kart, that’s for sure).

Yura is a little more complicated. He’s so desperately young, and angry, but his rare smiles when he gets unguarded are proof enough. He scowls, and screams, props his socked feet on their coffee table and drinks the hot chocolate with marshmallows Yuuri dropped into his hands. He mutters obscenities and then asks Viktor to help him solve a physics problem. Viktor chirps that he’ll be happy to offer his services and Yura kicks him in the shin.
He’s always around, no matter if he complains and pretends to gag when they kiss, he never misses a friday dinner (it’s definitely a thing, now) and makes it his duty to bring the best ingredients for pirozhki. They take turns to do the dishes.


The thing is: sometimes Viktor is emotionally unavailable; he carves lazy eights on the ice, takes off for a loop and when he lands his eyes are cold, distant, his smiles the dazzling, fake photoshoot ones. Yuuri pretends to be too tired to practice and gets them home, Yura in tow, and Makkachin attaches himself to Viktor’s hip while they kick his ass at Cluedo (Viktor is always Miss Scarlet). They order take out and watch Titanic, to Yuri’s displeasure, and Viktor cries for the last half of the movie (and part of the first, too) but when Yuuri goes to wipe his nose, his smile is toothy and genuine. He snuggles between them and remembers that he’s not alone, that, no matter how many medals he’s won, he’s just Viktor, and that’s okay.

Sometimes Yuuri is too tired, and doesn’t find it in himself to cook.
Viktor cuts up the sausages into little octopuses and only burns them a little, but everyone at the rink still eats them and choruses their thanks to Yuuri, who blushes beautifully and hides his face into Viktor’s shirt. They leave practice early, despite his weak protests, and Viktor draws him a hot bath that they take together, lazily making swirls with the soap bubbles and humming old cartoon songs together. Yura stomps in the middle of couch cuddling with hot pizza and his cat, who Makkachin loves very much, and they eat together watching the two fluffy things battle for dominance (Makkachin wants to snuggle, Potya wants to be left alone). Yuuri lets the cushions and Viktor’s arms engulf him, takes deep breaths and remembers that he’s loved.

Sometimes Yura is closed off and stormy, his muscles sore and stretched out, his snarl genuine, the caged out expression of an unwillingly tamed beast. He hurts, feeling like he’s too big for his body, like his bones could suddenly snap under the weight he’s putting on them.
Viktor pretends to give him nasty pointers on his free leg, exaggerates his woes on purpose to give him something to channel his rage on. Yura fumes and curses, carving angry lines on the ice, and Yuuri puts up some music on the speakers that’s just hurling and bass thumps and they soar through the air till they can’t breathe anymore.
They buy ridiculously over saturated with sugar churros on the way back and make katsudon, screaming at the blue monster truck to get his shit together and Yura curls on the sofa like an exhausted cat. He stays the night, and when Viktor carries him to the guest room there’s the ghost of a smile on his lips. He refuses to get driven back by Viktor the day after, so they all take the crowded bus together, but in between ominous hisses Yuri’s expression softens, and he remembers that he’s enough, and powerful, and that, even if he doesn’t feel like it, he belongs.


Sometimes, it’s easy for them to believe they’re alone. But be it by ridiculously expensive tiger printed socks or food or simply being there, the mismatched, marvelous family they have makes it just as easy to remember that they’re not.

Bestfriend!Jaehwan

Originally posted by sungwoona

  • you met in high school 
  • you know that guy that’s always carrying an instrument with them everywhere 
  • yeah that’s Jaehwan with his guitar, but he actually hasn’t been in a music class since 1st year 
  • claims ‘they didn’t appreciate his creative genius' 
  •  really he passed with a B and felt some type of way because he gave A+ effort 
  • Catch him the courtyard at lunch having a mini concert sometimes Sewoon is there with him. 
  •  And you, out of the kindness of your heart, are on the sidelines cheering him on and being his personal camera man 
  • just kidding, he pays you in snacks and foods in exchange for some quality camera work so he can post it on YouTube 
  • anyways but you and Jaehwan have always had classes together 
  • so you were casual in-school-only friends 
  • until one day you decided to ask him to teach you guitar 
  • you received one for a birthday a while back and you’ve just never used it because you don’t know how until you remember you have someone who might be able to teach you 
  • and Jaehwan, will never admit it, but he loves to be praised and to show off his skills so he agrees to teach you 
  • so you exchange numbers and plan a date and time to meet 
  • you end up meeting at your house 
  • when the lesson begins, apparently your guitar is ‘horrendously out of tune' 
  • so you spend the first 15 minutes learning how to tune it properly 
  • now Jaehwan isn’t.. the best teacher 
  • he’s just very straight forward, it’s either you get or you don’t and if you don’t get it…..he literally has no idea how else to explain it to you cause it makes sense to him why don’t you understand??? 
  • 'maybe this just isn’t your thing' 
  • you mumbling 'maybe I should have asked sewoon..’  
  • 'what did you say?' 
  • ’ I SAID….. show me one more time' 
  • so you continue to practice the chords he showed you for about an half an hour until you feel finger tips going numb 
  • you just set your guitar down sighing 'I need a break, I’m gonna make some ramen. Do you want some?' 
  • looks up from his guitar 'sure if it’s not too much trouble' 
  • and as you two eat you realize you have a lot more in common then you originally thought 'oh god I hated that teacher, I forgot you were in the same class as me then' 
  • 'Oh I loved that movie too!! We should have a movie night one day' 
  • Eventually, he has to leave but you agree to meet up again the next week and after that it sudden became a ritual to meet up ever once or twice a week out of school
  • you both just enjoy each other’s company and can talk about the most random things for hours 
  • he’d always bring his guitar when you two hang out but after a while you kind of stop bringing yours (because you’ve secretly been getting real lessons from Sewoon, shhhhh)  and if you’re over his house you just end up watching Netflix or playing video games 
  • probably calls or texts you in the middle of the night to ask your opinion on song lyrics 
  • 'hey I wrote these lyrics can you read them over for me' 
  • 'Jaehwan it’s 2 in the god damn morning
  •  ’….and you’re awake and replying to me so I don’t see the problem' 
  • you: (눈_눈) but no matter what you always help him when he asks 
  • 'well this line doesn’t really make sense' 
  •  ’yOU DOnt MAKE SeNSe’ 
  • easily offended when it comes to his work 
  • but still values your input so he’ll here you out 
  • when he calls, he’ll sing some songs he’s been working on and it’s nice cause his voice is like honey and sometimes you might… accidentally fall asleep 
  • 'So y/n what did you think about that?… y/n? Did you fall asleep? This wasn’t a goD DAMN LuLLABY!! Wake UP you jERK!
  • you wake up next morning with messages saying how he’s never gonna ask for your help again. Dramatic 
  • but he’ll call again later that week cause your the only one who won’t curse him out for calling so late at night 
  • (low key thinks it’s cute that you fall asleep to his voice, won’t admit it though) 
  • somehow always knows when you’re not happy 
  • willing to give you your space and not push you if you don’t want to talk but won’t let it drag on 
  • will barge into you home with your favorite snacks and sit with you until you’re ready to talk about it
  • sometimes he’ll just strum his guitar to combat the silence or he’ll let you lay your head in his lap to comfort you  
  • acts like he doesn’t care most of the time but actually really loves all his friends and just wants to see them all living well and happy (( Tsundere af))
  • always feels like he needs to prove himself.. even when he doesn't 
  • 'Hey y/n, you know Sewoon is my best friend and all… ' 
  • 'Wait I thought I was you’re best friend' 
  • *ignores you* ’..but I’m a better guitar player than he is, right? Like be honest here I won’t tell" 
  •  'What? No, you’re both equally talented' 
  • 'But I’m older so I’m better' 
  • 'Jaehwan age has nothing to do with talent' 
  • 'Why can’t you just support me y/n' 
  •  Or 
  •  'Hey y/n what you laughing at over there?’ -
  • 'Oh Seongwoo just sent me this meme, he’s so funny' 
  • 'I’m funny too' 
  •  'Yeah funny looking' 
  •  'Rude. No y/n, listen, I’m funny too.’ Proceeds to tell you jokes that he probably heard from Jisung or Seongwoo 
  • 'Why are you like this????' 
  • Just a kid who wants to be the best in everything he does And wants to hear he’s doing well every once in while 
  • when he laughs, it’s probably you’re favorite thing. Even if what he’s laughing at isn’t even that funny, you can’t help laughing with him because his laugh is just so ridiculously loud and funny 
  • though sometimes in public you have to tell him to calm it down a bit 'Jaehwan relax, you’re gonna make some kid cry' 
  • 'Stop being dramatic, I’m not that loud’ but then you point at a little girl holding her ears closed and on the verge of tears 
  • and Jaehwan starts pushing you out the store 'We gotta go immediately' 
  • he’s one of those friends you’ve probably thought about being in a romantic relationship with because you two just click 
  • but then you look over on the couch where he’s sitting, eating crumbs off his shirt and those thoughts immediately leave your head 
  • a platonic soulmate 
  • someone you know, no matter where you go in life or what paths you take, they’ll always be there for you

I felt like I took some 'creative liberties’ with this because I still feel like there’s things from Jaehwan’s personalities that we haven’t seen so half way through writing this I felt a little unsure about certain parts. But yeah we all need more Jaehwan so enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Hi, I know you're not taking prompts, so feel free to ignore me.. but I'm in love with my best friend and she just got a boyfriend, so I was wondering if you could write about Alex and maybe Maggie too comforting a baby gay teenager about something like this? That would mean so much to me. Also, you're incredible, all the love and advice you give out on this page, we're all so grateful for you

He does what he always does.

He hears about a sad baby queer from his old high school, and he takes the train back to National City as soon as he gets out of physics lab, and he picks them up and takes them to dinner at Maggie’s.

Mags, I’m bringing a newbie over tonight. They’re all messed up because their best friend just got herself a man. They’re gay as all hell for this girl and they really, really, realllllly like pizza.

Maggie smirks when she reads it and forwards it to Alex.

I guess it’s pizza tonight, babe. Ade’s bringing a kid over – that okay?

Of course it’s okay. 

Of course it’s okay, because the whole gay thing might be wildly new to Alex, but she’s taken to it like she takes to everything: intently. Studiously. Full-bodied and wholehearted and no looking back.

And a huge part of her coming out was Maggie, was Adrian, helping her through it, teaching her, showing her, helping her… love her.

And Alex Danvers is about nothing if not giving back.

So she and Maggie have taken to faux-adopting all the queer kids – Adrian calls them strays, and says they should all get jackets as Maggie and Alex chuckle about their apartments being the Island of Misfit Toys, and laugh even further when Adrian is too young to get the reference – that Adrian brings home with him.

Home.

Their home.

Open. Always.

So it’s pizza night and J’onn lets Alex off early with a soft smile and a gentle hand on her shoulder: I’m proud of you, Alex, he tells her, and she could cry with relief, because it wasn’t too long ago she was terrified that being a lesbian would make her a… disappointment. Somehow.

But her space father’s eyes are shining, and the slight breeze feels amazing, if not a little harsh, whipping over her riding gear as she speeds her Ducati home.

Home.

Adrian and Maggie are already there – already home – already cracking open bottles of root beer and laughing about something or other with a curvy, cautiously beaming teenager with a fade and perfect eyeliner and a dimpled smile.

Alex hugs Adrian and kisses Maggie – awwwwwwwww, Adrian sing-songs, and Maggie reaches over to give him a soft shove without opening her eyes, without taking her lips off of Alex’s – and, when they’re done – finally, Adrian giggles, and it’s Alex who fake-shoves him this time, but the teasing gesture doesn’t disguise her blush – Alex holds out her hand to the new kid.

“Hey, I’m Alex,” she offers, and the kid takes her hand almost eagerly.

“Em,” they say, and Alex grins. 

“A good name,” she affirms, and Em beams as they lean into Adrian with excitement.

Sometimes, with the kids Adrian brings over, it only takes minutes before they break down, before they cry, before they bare their souls and beg for healing that the rest of the world refuses to give them.

And other times, most of the night is about fun, is about forgetting, is about living in a world they want to live in, if only just for one night, to sustain them, to get them through, to give them hope.

Tonight is a combination.

Because Em laughs at Adrian’s terrible jokes and they even laugh at Alex’s worse ones, but they all catch them with their eyes glued to their phone, always eager for a text, always sad when there, inevitably, isn’t one.

“She used to text all the time, huh?” Adrian asks when everyone’s just about done with pizza, just about ready for Alex and Maggie to bicker about vegan ice cream.

Em’s spine stiffens.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, I’m sorry,” Adrian starts, but Em shakes their head and fidgets with the hem of their sweater dress, with the collar of the shirt that they’re wearing under it.

“No, we can, I just… I don’t wanna bring down the mood.”

Maggie leans forward and shakes her head. “Danvers here is about to start insulting my dessert choices, Em: trust me, it’s not you who’s gonna bring down the mood.”

Em chuckles and nods, chewing the inside of their cheek, chewing on their words.

“I have this friend. This best friend. She’s been my best friend since we were ten. So, forever. Jessica, her name is. And she was there for me when I came out as gay, and she used my pronouns right away when I came out as genderqueer, and we used to… we used to talk all the time, text all the time… And she just got a boyfriend, and I’m an ass – sorry, can I say that? – because I should be happy for her, right?”

Em’s voice squeaks, and Maggie hesitates with her hand slightly above Em’s knee. Em nods and Maggie puts her hand down and squeezes supportively.

“And I am, she seems… he’s a nice guy, you know, but I’m such a jerk, because I love her, I’ve been in love with her since forever, and I should be happy for her, but now when we talk, it’s all about him, him, him, and I try to be supportive and all that, you know, but it’s killing me. It’s killing me, it literally feels like… I don’t know. I’m not trying to be overdramatic. I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about me, I’m sorry, I – “

“Hey, hey, no, you’re okay. This is why Adrian brings all the baby queers here. You’re okay,” Maggie tells her, and Em accepts the napkin Adrian passes them to wipe their eyes.

“And you’re not being selfish, you know,” Alex chimes. “I used to…” She chews on her own cheek and stares at the table for a moment, collecting her words, her thoughts, her traumas. “I used to think the entire world rode on how much I devoted my life to my little sister. And I still do: devote my life to her. But before, it was… I thought that meant I couldn’t ever do anything for me. Feel anything. For me. I would push my feelings down because it was all about making her happy, only about that… and the balance is hard. I’m still figuring it out. But these two clowns help.”

“Oohh, don’t Alex, you know how I feel about clowns.”

“You and Winn should form a support group.”

Em and Maggie exchange a silent giggle at Adrian and Alex’s quips.

“But really, Em,” Alex turns her attention back to the new kid. “You’re allowed to be hurt. You’re allowed to be in pain. Not that she’s doing anything wrong, this Jessica girl, but you’re allowed to have feelings. And if you want to, you’re allowed to talk to her about them. She’s still your best friend, you know?”

“Is your sister still your best friend?” Em wants to know, terror in their voice.

“Yeah. Yeah, she is. And it’s different, obviously, you being in love with Jessica, but listen. It’s literally my job to figure out people’s strengths and weaknesses, basically just from looking at them. And you, Em? You’re made of strength. It’s going to be hard, getting through this. But you will. I promise.”

Maggie beams softly at her girlfriend and nods toward Adrian.

“Ade’s been gaga over his best friends more than once, and somehow he’s still in one piece.”

Adrian puts a dramatic hand over his heart, and the other over his forehead. “Barely. No but really, Em, Alex and Maggie are right. You’re gonna get through it: you’re not by yourself. Okay?”

Em breathes and looks from their surrogate older brother to their new queer moms, understanding and pride and faith resonating in each of their eyes.

They nod slowly, until a soft smile creeps onto their face.

“So. Vegan versus regular ice cream, huh?”

“Oh my god, now you’ve done it, they’re never gonna stop.”

And they don’t. But somehow, watching them laugh and tease and giggle and kiss is all the hope Em needs.

The 1975 sentence starters
  • "Don't call it a fight when you know it's a war."
  • "Go sit on the bed because I know that you want to."
  • "You've got pretty eyes, but I know you're wrong."
  • "Get in the shower if it all goes wrong."
  • "I swear there's a ghost."
  • "I feel like I'm just treading water."
  • "I love the house that we live in."
  • "I love you all too much."
  • "I've got a woman now."
  • "This one's on the house."
  • "It all tastes the same, but there's something different about your mouth."
  • "You try chasing dreams, it's harder than it seems."
  • "Stick another pill in my head and go to bed."
  • "We're not doing it again, so leave it."
  • "I wanna see you, but you're not mine."
  • "You think we're doing it again, keep dreaming."
  • "Yeah my shirt looks so good, when it's just hanging off your back."
  • "She's got a boyfriend anyway."
  • "All we seem to do is talk about sex."
  • "He's got a funny face, but I like that 'cause he still looks cool."
  • "Does he take care of you or could I easily fill his shoes?"
  • "If we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck."
  • "And you're a liar, at least all of your friends are."
  • "It's my party and I'll cry to the end."
  • "You must try harder than kissing all of my friends."
  • "You're alive, at least as far as I can tell you are."
  • "And it's not my fault that I fucked everybody here."
  • "Do you wanna dance?"
  • "It's no fun if you've only a bottle of wine."
  • "Yeah, I want you."
  • "I'm so high, I think I love you."
  • "I was thinking about leaving again, it all depends."
  • "Are we just friends?"
  • "We go where nobody knows."
  • "Oh, my hair smells like chocolate."
  • "Stop looking at my friends."
  • "Write another song about your friends."
  • "I love you, don't you mind."
  • "I think I've lost a lot of my friends."
  • "Well fuck me if you must then."
  • "Treat me like an old friend."
  • "I'm not scared."
  • "I used to think you're cool and I believed you had a wonderful vision."
  • "I was always looking for a way to get out."
  • "You just write about sex and killing yourself and how you hardly ever went to school."
  • "I'm falling for you."
  • "Maybe you'll change your mind."
  • "I'll take you one day at a time, soon you will be mine."
  • "Do you fancy sitting down with me? Maybe?"
  • "I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck."
  • "I can't believe that we're talking about him."
  • "Why do you talk so loud?"
  • "I think you're trying too hard."
  • "I've been thinking lots about your mouth."
  • "I forgot to call you."
  • "I remember that I like you, no matter what I found."
  • "It's nice to have your friends round."
  • "It's just you and I tonight."
  • "Gotta love the way you love yourself."
  • "You got something to say? Why don't you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head?"
  • "I don't seem to be having any effect now."
  • "I guess I'll never learn 'cause I stay another hour or two."
  • "You know I can't be found with you."
  • "I'm so fixated on the girl with the soft sound and hair all over the place."
  • "You're cold and I burn."
  • "She had a face straight outta magazine."
  • "Babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."
  • "I'll give you one more time."
  • "You've got a pretty kind of dirty face."
  • "Babe, you look so cool."
  • "What's the fun in doing what you're told?"
  • "I could persuade you."
  • "I'm not your typical, stoned 18 year old."
  • "Girl, I'm not your savior."
  • "They're just girls."
  • "One moment I was tearing off your blouse, now you're living in my house."
  • "What happened to just messing around?"
  • "You just sit and get stoned with 30 year olds and you think you've made it."
  • "Well, shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age?"
  • "I told you from the start, I'll break your heart."
  • "She's definitely got the style."
  • "I'd like to say you've changed, but you're always the same."
  • "I'd love you to stay but that's simply insane."
  • ""Well, I think I'll say a couple of words if you don't mind..."
  • "You've seen so many faces that I've never seen before."
  • "We're never gonna lie to you."
  • "I know it's me that's supposed to love you."
  • "Is there somebody who can love you?"
Nagi Bday Card (2017) Rabicha Spoilers

I wanted to post this on 20th but part 3 got me and I’m so slow at training cards.. Nagi, happy birthday! We love you!!!💛 

*warning* kinda spoiler-ish and bad english hahah


Part 1

Last year, they couldn’t celebrate Nagi’s birthday properly because he had to return to Northmare. 

Nagi: I wanted to have a match with Iori, see Yamato’s embarrassed face, eat Mitsuki’s dinner, watch Kokona all night with Tamaki, have a tea party with Sougo, and take lots of photos with Riku. 

Nagi: But all of these weren’t granted in the end. 

Tsumugi: Nagi-san… 

Tsumugi: Let’s do all of them, this year for sure! 

Nagi: Can we? 

Tsumugi: We will!!! 

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Favorite bias picture challenge

Okay bish. This is gonna be long. I tried. I really tried to just freaking do what is required from me for ONCE. But you know that I CAN’T. Not when it comes to BTS or Jimin. So. Cutest ghost I’ve ever met, @mimibtsghost tagged me in this challenge. The rules are simple: • Pick ONE bias • Pick ONE picture & •Use the hashtag #BiasPicTag

I think it’s pretty obvious at this point that my bias is Jimin. You know. Park Jimin from BTS, most amazing group ever, they won BBMAs and everything. So, I managed to choose my favorite picture of him:

Because, you know. It contains all my favorite stuff. Effortlessly beautiful? Check. Black hair? Check. Plump lips and front teeth on display? Check. This specific turtleneck striped tee? Check. (I love that T-shirt and I want it, so I’m currently on a not-so-expensive look-alike T-shirt hunt.)

But Mimi, you had to see this coming. I’m very clear about my love for Jimin. And there’s not a rule to NOT include bunch of other favorite photos, right? RIGHT? Well, so here it comes. I love these ones very much, too. My biggest weakness is his dark hair. Look. Just look at this casual dark haired Jimin. 

If you, just like me, had troubles breathing then brace yourself, because black haired Jimin performing is whole different level of out-worldly experience. And like… when he sings House of Cards… I can’t. Really.

 But of course, it’s not just black hair that gets me. Just look at my perfect bias at fansigns, having fun, just breathtakingly EXISTING.

And should I even mention that every. Single. One. Of. His. Selfies. Is. Golden?

…that would be it. Really. I couldn’t avoid making it this long and still I’m not satisfied because I want to drown in his beauty and personality and… Like… I connect to him on so many weird levels. I never thought I can love someone I’ve never met and they don’t even know I exist, this hard. But I do. This guy just *chose* me to stan him (until then I was convinced I just stan jikook as a whole, both on the same level :D) so I did and I don’t think I will ever stop in my life. Jiminie is special. K, sorry, bye. 

Also I tag whoever who wants to do this, specifically my lovely @mochishake, @run-sober-wolf & @nini17 but don’t feel pressured please ^^ You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to!. :)) (also @parkesjimin if you’d like, you could do this, too!)

anonymous asked:

uhhh 48 and EreRi?

i have the perfect one for this omg

#48: “Boo.”


Eren didn’t want to get up in the morning. The morning he was usually super excited to be awake, like a child, but not this year. Or for the past two years in fact. So he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling with an aching heart. It felt as though his chest was empty and he sighed. 

“Eren?” There was a knock at his door and he groaned. “Hey, c’mon, get out of bed. We have a big day planned for you.” 

It was his birthday, not that it really meant anything to him. It kinda stopped meaning anything after his 21st birthday which was the only one he had been most excited for because that meant he couldn’t get in trouble for drinking. 

“I don’t wanna,” he groaned again and he moves to hide under the covers. “Just leave me alone.”

“Nope.” The blanket is ripped away and he whines. 

“Mikasa,” he whines. He really didn’t feel like leaving his room. Would much rather sulk alone and maybe cry. Eat a tub of ice cream or two. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

“Yeah,” she scoffs, “and you’re straighter than a pole. C’mon. Let’s go. Armin is gonna meet us for breakfast.” She opens his curtains and pulls him up before moving to his closet to pick him out an outfit for the day. He sits there, watching with a glare and too many hateful thoughts to be said aloud.

When she leaves with a smile, he grumbles to himself and drags his feet along the ground. He pulls his clothes on —with quite a bit more difficulty than there needed to be— and makes his way to the living room after grabbing his phone and keys. 

“God, I hate you.”

Mikasa hugs him. “I know. And I love you too.” 

The car ride is quiet, music playing softly in the background as Eren stares out the window. Mikasa knows better than to try and start a conversation in the car, waiting until after they’ve arrived at the restaurant and Eren has some coffee in him before she and Armin strike one up.

“How’d you sleep?”

Eren looks at them over the rim of his coffee mug and says nothing. He waits until he’s set it down before shrugging and slumping down into the booth a little. 

“Same as always. Kinda shitty.” Mikasa frowns a little. “I just…” Eren pauses and he sighs a little before taking his mug and sips it idly, “miss him.” 

“We know,” Mikasa pats his hand from across the table. “But remember he said that you can try and give him a call. He knows what day it is, even if he’s halfway across the world.”

“Levi knows it’s your birthday,” Armin comments with a little smile. “Could never forget it.”

Levi was Eren’s boyfriend — they were high school sweethearts believe it or not. They’d been through thick and thin, had their ups and downs and of course, just like any other couple, had their fights. Even broke up a couple times but couldn’t stay away. He joined the military after his 19th birthday, as much as Eren tried to convince him not to. 

He’d been gone for almost two years now. Eren needed him more than he needed oxygen, more than he needed oxygen. Skype calls and letters just didn’t seem to be enough anymore. It made Eren’s eyes burn with tears that couldn’t come out because he’d already dried himself out.

Eren doesn’t say much throughout the day. They go to the movies, out to lunch for Eren’s favorite meal and he wasn’t surprised to find a bunch of his friends had snuck into his apartment to decorate it with birthday decorations and jump out to yell “Surprise!” when he walks in. 

But, he does smile. It’s hard not to because his friends are so amazing and they love him enough to try and get him up on his feet so that he doesn’t have a miserable birthday despite how much he wants to. 

They drink and play games, Eren having a surprisingly decent time when it’s time for presents and cake. As he picks at the piece of cake on his plate, his friends are all grinning and exchanging glances at each other and Eren sighs, setting his cake down. 

“What?”

“Present time,” Sasha sings and claps excitedly as Connie and Jean brought in a few presents that were sitting on the dining room table. He gets a couple shirts from Jean and Marco, a new camera from Armin —he knew Eren had been wanting a new one for his hobby— and he got some movie tickets from Connie and Sasha offered to make him his favorite dinner whenever he wanted. 

“Thanks guys. You guys are the best—”

“Wait,” Marco stops him. “There’s one more gift.”

“Yeah,” Mikasa says and Eren turns his head to look over at her. “It was too big to wrap so we’re gonna have you but on a blindfold and I’ll bring it out.”

He gives her a weird face, one of suspicion but he doesn’t have any time to say anything before Sasha pulls his head to look forward and presses a blindfold against his eyes. Eren sits there with a huff, listening for any kind of clues of what kind of gift Mikasa could have gotten him. 

He’s getting a little antsy when he hears footsteps, his friends going silent as if there was a murderer in the room. 

“Mikasa?” Eren calls. “Seriously, what the fuck could you have gotten me to take this long? A horse? Already got Jean.”

“Hey—” Jean starts but stops when someone jabs him in the side with an elbow. 

Eren is about to say something else but is stopped with a voice right next to his hear quietly whispering, “boo.”

He doesn’t even need to take the blindfold off to know who it is, tears falling immediately and the blindfold is tugged off for him. When he turns around, sure enough, there’s Levi in his camo military uniform with his beautiful smile and Eren can’t breathe. 

Without warning, he jumps up, wrapping his arms tightly around Levi’s neck and legs around his waist as he sobs into his shoulder. Levi holds him just as tightly, fingers clutching Eren’s shirt and they stay like that for what feels to be forever. 

Finally, Eren pulls away and sets his feet on the ground, only to pull Levi into a much long overdue kiss. 

“Happy birthday,” Levi whispers with a small smile against Eren’s lips and Eren smiles wide and genuine for the first time in two years. 


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anonymous asked:

You said you met Michael Lee Brown twice, how cool! Details?

Yes!! I did meet him!! He’s just….incredible. Like… Okay, here are the details. LONG BUT FULFILLING STORY TIME!!!

SO! I first met him when I saw the show in January. It was his first performance in the show on Broadway and he was filling in for Will Roland as Jared Kleinman (and he was RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING). After the show, I stagedoored. There were only about twenty other people–I mean it was literally a single row deep around those little fences–who waited out for the cast (again, I’ll remind y’all that this was in January. Before the cast album. Before the Tonys. Before any major press, really) so it was pretty barren and the entire cast–except for Rachel Bay Jones, who had to leave early to help her daughter with something, we were told–came out and actually had the time and space to have in-depth conversations and take pictures with everyone out there. I’M STILL FKING YELLING ABOUT THIS YALL AND IM NEVER GONNA STOP but I’m trying to keep it together deep breaths. 

So! Michael Lee Brown came out and we all applauded for him (he had also gotten a special round of applause after the show ended because he deserved it) and he was just so sweet and humble. I got a picture with him (which I printed out and is currently hanging up in my room because it’s SO COOL KEEP IT TOGETHER) and talked a little bit. Mainly I just rambled on and on about how much I loved the musical while trying not to cry again and he thanked me about four hundred times (!!!!!!!!). BUT THEN! but then.

I went back home and completely fell in love with the show, back when there was only one fic for it one AO3, which I wrote, and the DEH tag on Tumblr was comprised of 3 posts. And I wrote him a letter, which said thank you about four hundred times as well, and sent him a little picture that I drew. 

Then, I was incredibly lucky enough to see the show again in April (how???? that’s a whole different story and I don’t think I have the time or space here I’m still). And during intermission, I don’t know if they do this anymore, but Michael and Colton Ryan were hanging out in the audience; I think they were watching the show too. And I saw them and freaked the fck out and was just like That’s Them That’s Them That’s Them, because at this point I was beyond into this show and it was all so much more intimidating.

And I wasn’t going to bother them, because I was really really nervous about being annoying, like maybe they didn’t want to talk to anyone or whatever. Honestly, they blended in completely with the audience and no one else seemed to notice them. BUT THEN! This one girl, wearing a DEH t-shirt, came up to Colton and very very politely asked for his autograph. He smiled and agreed and signed her Playbill and started to talk to her, like, oh, have you seen the show before, what do you think etc. etc. etc.

So, I figured, that if she could do it, so could I, anxiety be damned!!!! ANXIETY BE DAMNED!!! So, I thought, I’ll just do the exact same thing she did and not be annoying because if I didn’t I would regret it forever and ever and ever and ever. SO! I went up to him and was like, “Hey, how are you?” And he looked at me for about 10 seconds and then said, “Were you here in January?” and I swear my heart stopped. Like??? He recognized me??? I’M STILL YELLING I AM BEYOND BLESS HIS HEART AND SOUL And I replied that, yes, I did go to that show, and that he was completely amazing as Jared in every single way. And he thanked me and asked what my name was. I gave it to him, and then he said, “Did you send me a letter?”

AND I DID! AND HE TALKED ABOUT THE LITTLE DRAWING TOO!!! HE SAID!!! “That was the first fan letter I’ve ever gotten, thank you!” And HUGGED ME??? he hugged me. I’ve been hugged by the one and only MLB and I’m still yelling! ?! I swear to God, Michael Lee Brown is such a good and incredible person, he is so kind and talented and wonderful in every way, and I still feel so beyond blessed. Like? AH

Then the bells rung, signaling that intermission was over, and I went back to my seat and… there’s my story of the two times I met the stunning, stunning person that is known as Michael Lee Brown (AHHHHHHH!!!!)

if this night is not is not forever, at least we are together

Otayuri Week Day 1: First Times/Confessions

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Featuring: DJ Otabek, Artist Yuri, Photographer Phichit and a whole host of drunken antics. 

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It starts with a doodle in the margin of his art history notes that, when he looks at it from the right angle, looks like Otabek. Then there’s the midnight scrawls in his journals when he pours his heart out onto the page in smudgy ink, and when he rereads them the next day, it’s clear in his mind that the rambles that fill page after page are only about one person. Slowly, bits of Otabek start creeping into his art, snippets of things he’s written in journals, half remembered conversations immortalised in paint, some of the writing covered in angry strokes of red acrylic or made barely legible by the ink running down the page. He’s under his skin, and Yuri doesn’t really know why, or how to make it stop, how to make it go away, or anything that could possibly make the situation any better.

And whilst that might well be the start, it’s not technically the beginning.

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Headcanon for Stydia's first time

They drive back to Stiles’ house. The sheriff says he’ll probably be at the station re organizing files leaving the two of them home alone. They hold hands going up the stairs into Stiles’ bedroom. The moon shining through his open blinds gives off just enough light. Stiles lets go of Lydia’s hand as he turns around to see all of his stuff. His mystery board, his text books, his red string on his desk, everything hasn’t changed from when he left. Behind him, Lydia closes the door. There’s no need to since no ones home but she’s so used to the feeling of not wanting to wake up the Sheriff at 3 am in the morning. Stiles finally turns around and Lydia walks right into his arms. No words, no sound, no worries, just a hug. She buries her face deeply into his shoulder, while crawling her fingers between his flannel. Stiles’ hands completely cover Lydia’s small fragile back. She’s so small and precious, and for a girl who just had all her broken pieces taped back together she was a lot more emotional. And he thought if he could wrap
Himself around her and let her know that he’s really there, only then could she start feeling better. After a couple minutes of holding each other, Lydia takes a step back. With her sweaty and shaky hands she wraps them over Stiles’ thick neck. He quickly puts his big warm hands over hers then holds her tiny arms leading to her waist. She looks up at him, with their noses rubbing against each other. “I love you Stiles Stilinski.” Her tears starting to run again. She tried to slip in a few jokes a couple times “Gosh that took me a long time to say” he pressed his lips against her forehead as he let off a small laugh. She looked up once again, this time with a tremble in her chin; yet again she tried to lighten the mood with her words. She tried to force a laugh “I mean seriously- this has got to be the best thing that’s happened to-” Stiles cut her off with a soft kiss. He looks down at her and see’s how she still looks broken; still grasping reality that he’s real, and he’s there, and won’t be leaving any time soon. But he couldn’t help letting off a smile. He realized that the broken girl standing in front of him, was his future. He had found his permanent home; still in the need of fixing but forever in his possession and heart.

 Lydia presses her lips to his after a long lingering stare. She starts to unbuckle his belt, making him lean towards the bed. He brushes the ends of her hair “Lydia, are you sure?” She gently nods “I’m sure.” She continues pulling of his shirt. Stiles rolls on top of her, softly kissing her neck to the bottom of her chin, “Are you completely sure?” he whispers under his breath. Lydia’s body starts to ease and she actually begins to feel calm. Stiles is still talking between breaths and kisses “are you 100% sure….completely utterly sure…. no doubts….. or turn backs….. or maybe you want to talk first….. because….. we can talk” Lydia grabs his head from behind and smashes her lips onto his. He could feel her laugh vibrating on to him “Stiles, please shut up and let me have sex with you.” And now he started to snicker under his breath, remembering familiar words he once said to her during a horrible night at Eichen. Stiles slowly unhooks the clasp of her bra, making his finger tips linger on her spine for awhile. She looks up from underneath him; having the most precious innocent look he has ever seen on her. He kisses her cheek, trailing to her lips. She starts breathing heavier like she’s about to cry, and Stiles stops once he feels her from underneath. “Are you okay?” Tears start rolling down her cheeks, and he kisses each one before dropping below her chin. “I just missed you so much, I want to feel close to you, I want to feel that you’re really here with me.” He circles her tiny wrists with his hands. He looks into her teary eyes and nods. After all the sweet gentle kissing, they were finally clothe- less. She would keep clinging onto his waist in such desperation and he would hold her weak arms to reassure her that he’s there. He’s there for every single thing that happens.  He’s giving himself to her and she’s giving herself to him. It’s the most precious loving moment they have ever experienced. When Stiles finally slips on the condom, he rolls into her with her hand on his lower back and his hand on top of her. She feels every part of him as he rocks into her. Slowly going in and out, kissing her nose or her cheek every time he swayed into her. When he finally rested on top of her, she brought up her hand from underneath to brush his hair with her delicate finger tips. Her small but lengthy fingers trailing his neck and his back muscles. Feeling every single mole on him when her finger tips hit each bump. Feeling his spine and pelvis dimples. Feeling his legs intertwine with hers. She finally felt safe, and he created that feeling for her. He was all for her and she was all for him, and what they just did was passionate and beautiful. It meant something and comforted her in ways that words could never fulfill.

anonymous asked:

how would the RFA+ react to finding out MC cheated on them? This is so angsty i'm sorry xD

…ouch anon ಥ_ಥ i could never do that to my babies and please don’t ever do that to them too pls they all deserve so much better 

but here you go! i hope…you like this? it hurts your feelings? you go ‘ow’? i dunno


zen 

  • aaaaAAAHHHHHH i could never do this to him but here we go
  • he thought it was something totally different at first 
  • thought someone was making forcibly kissing mc
  • but as he got closer, he realized that mc was kissing them back, pretty intensely too
  • and he was devastated. he didn’t know what to do. should he leave? break them apart? get angry?
  • but they broke their kiss before he decided and mc saw him 
  • they looked shocked. and were walking over to him
  • zen didn’t let them though, and started walking off 
  • “zen, wait!” they said, but he turned around and looks like he is about to cry before answering
  • “what mc?” he asks. they stumble, but can’t really answer him 
  • “there’s no excuse, mc. and you know I…I can’t be with someone who..”
  • he was going to say ‘betrayed me’, but he doesn’t want to believe it 
  • mc knows what he meant and doesn’t stop him from walking away 
  • he can’t believe another person important to him, especially this one - the one he gave his heart to - betrayed him 
  • and now he’s alone again. just him, his career, and his bad habits
  • speaking of bad habits, his bike was still in the garage…

yoosung

  • this poor bABY
  • he thought he did something wrong
  • he wasn’t good enough for mc, wasn’t fast enough at getting his life together or he wasn’t that much of a man yet
  • because why else would mc be here, in this obscure library, kissing someone else between the shelves? 
  • one of the books he was holding fell, causing the two of them to break apart
  • mc saw it was him and frowned. “yoosung..what are you-”
  • “excuse us,” the other person said, “sorry if we’re blocking the shelf you needed” how casual ams wtf
  • “no,” yoosung said. “i don’t need any books..” 
  • he looked over at mc, “sorry for bothering you and your girlfriend”
  • and then he walked off
  • mc didn’t come back that night. or at all, really. they knew they fucked up
  • so yoosung isolated himself 
  • he didn’t go to class at all, practically. he didn’t got to clubs either
  • what was the point anyways?
  • drowned himself if even more LOLOL..at least he was at the top of the leaderboard now
  • the rfa can’t get him out of this hole..and neither can he

jaehee

  • my wife nooooo
  • mc had been coming home later and later lately..they had been so busy at work
  • but jaehee, ever caring, decided to stop by and drop them off dinner 
  • when she went into mc’s office, though, she found mc on the table with some other girl on top of them
  • she dropped the container 
  • mc, shirt half unbuttoned, blinked and pushed the other girl off
  • “jaehee-” “save it.” and she walked out 
  • jaehee wasn’t even going to deal with it. there was nothing mc could say or do 
  • she dropped a box of mc’s stuff to their work the next day 
  • and drowned herself in taking care of the cafe 
  • she hadn’t seen mc in a while..until they came to the cafe one day
  • “jaehee…I-” “don’t apologize.” she interrupted them. “it doesn’t matter now anyways.”
  • so mc took their coffee and left
  • while jaehee took a break, getting someone she hired to take care of the counter while she went to the back
  • and it turns out it did still matter, because she spent her entire break crying

jumin

  • oh no, we’re gonna break juju
  • it was with one of his clients
  • they had a particularly long contract process and had dinner together a few times
  • jumin didn’t expect there to be anything more, though
  • but he found them to be surprisingly agreeable…
  • they kept inviting mc to dinners too…
  • and then jumin saw them near the bathrooms, in a heated makeout session
  • Robot Jumin Activated
  • cancelled the contract and every deal they made, as well as started looking for divorce papers
  • he felt like his father. like he had been tricked
  • he was never trusting anyone again
  • the office got triple busy, he came up with three more cat projects
  • he wore the wrong tie and almost misspelled his name
  • the rfa barely saw him anymore, either 
  • jumin han is a mess 

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • ahhhhhhhh im sorry saeyoung
  • mc had friends and hung out with them a lot
  • but there was this one that was always there, no matter what
  • and, call him suspicious, but he had to double check
  • so the tracker in mc’s shirt was activated
  • they said they were going to the movies with friends
  • but they actually went to that one friend’s place
  • and according to cameras nearby, they were the only two there
  • so he went to check
  • didn’t even need to knock, he heard them moaning through the door
  • when mc came back, he was closed off
  • mc thought it was one of his moods, but saeyoung told them
  • and then kicked them out
  • he didn’t do anything else, but he wanted nothing to do with mc 
  • couldn’t even keep up his 707 persona

v / jihyun


  • …why would you do this to my sunshine baby?
  • blames himself, of course
  • doesn’t even question it when he finds mc with someone else
  • probably acknowledges it with a sad smile, saying it was alright
  • actually tells mc to leave him
  • but when they do, he’s depressed 
  • even more than when rika left
  • he hasn’t been on the messenger in 3 months 
  • hasn’t called saeyoung in one and jumin in 2
  • the rfa is literally hanging by a thread and so is V 
  • quits taking pictures entirely 
  • when saeyoung asked him how he was doing after a while, he answered with, “i’m in the middle of a solar eclipse”
  • i love v calling himself the sun and making various hcs from that oops

saeran

  • SAD BEAN
  • found them while he went out for the first time in a while
  • they were at the park, on a date. he knew from that kiss and that look mc gave
  • before, only to him
  • doesn’t even hesitate to walk over to them and ends it with mc immediately
  • locks himself in his room
  • saeyoung can barely get him out to eat 
  • doesn’t talk much anymore, to anyone
  • starts thinking he doesn’t deserve to be healing, either 
  • saeyoung has to keep everything dangerous away from him
  • he isn’t going to get better any time soon

i’m home and i’m sick so i thought why not share another lemon eyes snippet? it’s super nsfw so under a cut it goes.


When there’s a lull in the conversation, Louis squeezes Harry’s shoulder and turns into him. “What’s up?”

“You haven’t shown me your room,” Harry tries to whisper as he pulls at Louis’ elbow. Louis almost falls into Harry, and he thinks he can see a fleeting smile before Louis’ head turns away.  

His hands are steady around Harry’s hips as he guides him towards the stairs, and up to his room. It doesn’t look special. In fact, it barely looks lived in, but it’s a space and it’s theirs for now, and Harry needs to taste Louis again. He practically pushes him against the door, which makes Louis laugh before Harry plants his mouth on Louis’. 

There’s a startled yelp from Louis’ end that Harry swallows easily. He still pushes back, and the slide of their tongues is wet and heady and Harry has to collect himself before he goes too far, closing his eyes and sucking air into his lungs.

“What do you want Harry?”

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