i fell in love with you like an hour ago

anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.

I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 

“It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this.”

Hi, everyone! If you’re like me and you love a good game soundtrack or a great playlist of all sorts of game music, this is the masterpost for you. I’m one of those people who studies better with some music in the background, and what better way of making a study session more enjoyable than by listening to the soundtrack of your favourite game?

Why listen to music while you study?

Multiple studies have proven that certain students who listen to music while they study perform better academically. Unfortunately, it’s not for everyone, so you should really figure out if this is the right method for you before commiting yourself to it! The main arguement for studying with music is that research has proved that listening to classical music in particular helps the brain absorb more information and also helps stimulate one’s thinking! 

On the other hand, some people tend to lose all concentration when there’s any music or noise in the background, which leads to procrastination and lower productivity. In short, if you can’t concentrate on the task at hand and get distracted easily, this isn’t the best method for you! 


I started actively looking for playlists with game music about two years ago and instantly fell in love. There are so many good playlists of various lengths and genres that are accessable on platforms like spotify, 8tracks, youtube, etc. All of the playlists include the tracklist in the description below them! 

Note: I won’t be adding any playlists from 8tracks because they only work in the US and Canada. 

i. General

Game music for studying: Some of you might have already heard of these videos before. They’re roughly an hour and a half long and include some of the more calming tracks from a lot of different games. All the names of the tracks are listed in the description below, which is super handy if you want to find out which game it’s from! I thought I’d put in the playlist of all of them so you can just press play and enjoy!

Video game music! 2.0: Probably the longest playlist you’ll find anywhere. a n y w h e r e. 223 hours of amazingness that you’ll never regret! 

ii. Calming/ relaxing

5 hours of atmospheric game music: This is one of my personal favourites. It’s very long so you don’t have to worry about looking for another playlist when this one finishes. 

Relaxing video game music: Another gem! Once again with all the tracks in the description. This one’s great for shorter study sessions since it’s only and hour long.

More relaxing  video game music: If the previous playlist was too short for you, check out this 3 hour one! I used this one a lot last year! 

Calming Nintendo music: A super great playlist for all you Nintendo fans! It includes some really nice tracks from the Legend of Zelda series, if you’re into those soundtracks!

Jesper Kyd playlist: Ever since I first played Assassin’s Creed 2, I’ve loved Jesper Kyd’s work. This is quite a long playlist including some of his best tracks from various games. My favourites are towards the end!

Relaxing Legend of Zelda music: You had to see this one coming. The LoZ series has some of the best soundtracks to study to (, in my opinion,) and some of the prettiest and most calming tracks. I highly recommend this 42 minute playlist for those times when you just don’t feel like working.

2 hours of sleepy video game music: This is also a little series of playlists. There are 4 of these videos in total, which adds up to 8 hours of sweet, sweet music. 

iii. Epic/ badass

Epic video game music: For all of you who need a little badass music in the background! 2.5 hours of epic and awe inspiring music to really get some work done! 

Focus - video game music: Spotify has some really great playlists, so I thought I’d include a few! This playlist is a little more epic and loud, but if that’s the mindset you really need to push through, this would be great for you. It’s an amazing 11 hours long so you’ll never run out.

Orchestral video game music: Another epic playlist, including the occasional lullaby. This is a 7 hour long playlist, so a little shorter than the previous one, but by no means less epic and badass!


Compared to the playlists, soundtracks tend to be a mix of epic and calming music. Most games have their perilous moments and their I’m-so-relieved-I-managed-to-beat-that-boss-with-only-one-heart-left moments. The world of video games is vast, so I’ve selected a few of my favourite soundtracks to share with you instead of listing all of the ones I can find.

Legend of Zelda - Skyward Sword: One of my favourite all time games! The soundtrack is long too, so you don’t have to worry about looking for a new one afterwards. 

Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of Time: This game is widely believed to have the best soundtrack in video game history. All I can say is so sit down, gather your work and to just enjoy.

Final Fantasy VI: This 1994 gem has an avarage playtime of 65-70 hours. The game has such a good storyline and the soundtrack is a little old school with a lot of non-orchestral tracks. I’d still recommend this to everyone who likes an older style of video game.

Suikoden Tierkreis: I have memories of me just going to the overworld map so I could listen to the music. It’s that good. 

Bioshock Infinite: I’ve only ever played the first in the series, but I watched a walkthrough of this particular game and I loved it so much! The music is slightly creepy and loud sometimes but it’s a really great soundtrack overall.

The Last of Us: Another game I’ve never actually played, but the walkthrough was amazing. The soundtrack is very atmospheric and doesn’t have a lot of loud parts, so it’s generally calm. 

Assassin’s creed 2: My all-time favourite game ever. As you know from before, I think Jesper Kyd is amazing, so putting these two elements together makes a truly great game. The soundtrack is actually quite well known because a few of it’s most popular tracks are featured a lot in other playlists. E.g. Dreams in Venice and The Madam

The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim: I’ve listened to this one a few times and I think it’s really good! It starts off quite strong but it has a lot of calmer songs too.

Fable 2: The Fable series is well-known for being short, so the soundtrack is also on the shorter side. I know the dialogue in the game almost by heart and I can guarantee you that there’s a lot of atmospheric music in this soundtrack. 

Fragile: This one was recommended to me by a friend on tumblr years ago. It has really sweet songs and has a lot of piano centered tracks. 

Now get to work!

I hope I’ve helped you find the perfect game music to accompany you while you study! If you have any recommendations, feel free to send me a message! I’m always up to discovering new playlists/ soundtracks.

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X Lou

so this post made me think about a modern au crow crew groupchat and i Need to talk about it:

  • nina changes her display name to a different string of emojis depending on her mood. kaz has been just “dirtyhands” for months. wylan’s display name was “Wylan Van Eck” at first but everyone made fun of him for it until he changed it to “fuck you all” and the bomb emoji
  • jesper and nina are the Meme Team. sometimes matthias sends memes to nina as a method of flirting. he doesn’t know what’s happened to him
  • inej settles all the dumb arguments that invariably pop up (see: above). she also has private chats with all five of the others and nobody knows how she can keep up with all of these conversations simultaneously
  • kaz takes screenshots constantly. of totally innocuous conversations. just in case
  • wylan and jesper always end up heavily flirting in the groupchat. wylan’s sorry about it. jesper Isn’t.
    • kaz: could you two take that to a private chat
    • jesper: im just trying to educate u brekker. i’ve talked to inej, ur game needs all the help it can get
    • (inej just replies with a smiley face emoji)
  • everyone’ll be gossiping about someone they hate and then somehow it turns into trying to figure out the best way to kill them and wylan can never figure out whether or not they’re joking
  • “im so hungryyy” “nina we got lunch like an hour ago” “a WHOLE HOUR, inej!!!!!” “…..do you want to go for waffles?” “YES”
  • kaz fell for a rickroll once and ever since then he carefully examines every single link anyone sends him because he refuses to be taken in again
  • matthias, every night: “guys it’s 3am please go the fuck to sleep. my phone won’t stop buzzing and also i’m worried about your sleep schedules”

the point is, they’re all nerds and i love them

Zach Dempsey #5

Request: Hey can I please have a Zach imagine where your family and Zach’s family are having dinner, your little brother and Zach’s little sister are best friends and Your little brother acting like a protective older brother even though he’s only 10 and Zach’s little sister teasing you guys. And just a really cute ending. Thanks xxx

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE! We are almost 700 followers on this blog and I can’t thank you enough!
But nonetheless, please give me feedback on the imagines and help a girl out here! Xx

Originally posted by wanna-be-grunge-edits

Zach and I have known each other for quite a while now.
Considering my little brother Sean and his sister May have been friends ever since they went to kindergarten together.
That again lead our parents to befriend her parents and soon, a new tradition was established:
Wednesday evening dinner dates.
Zach and I were forced to attend from the first time on and it was awkward, to say at least.

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Seriously? (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by thetrashcannot

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton X Reader

Requested?: By Anon

Prompt: “You had a crush on me! Haha!” “We’re married.”

Words: 800+

Warnings: Sassy Reader and Fluff!




You were nudged and softly shaken from your dreaming, being brought back to reality. You blinked and rubbed away the sleep from your eyes, shifting so you were facing your husband, his hands holding you by the waist. You tried to sit up but Alexander applied pressure to your hips, making you lay back down. You looked in his direction with a confused frown. It was really dark in the room but the moonlight seeped through the curtains, tracing the outline of your husband. His hair was tousled and his facial hair was growing out into a beard. There was a gleam in his tired brown eyes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only the flannel pants he fell asleep in. He must have taken it off earlier after you fell asleep.

“Alex?” You murmured, your voice hoarse and gravelly from being awoken a minute ago. “What’s wrong?”

Alexander smiled apologetically. “I can’t sleep. My mind won’t shut down and my insomnia is kicking in.” His voice was husky and deep, making your heart race. You always loved how his voice can go from being upbeat and loud to deep and quiet in a matter of moments. He likes to use this to his advantage.

“It’s the middle of the night, Alexander.” You whined. “We went to bed at ten. You have been laying here for three hours?”

“I also read a few chapters from the book I’m reading,” Alexander said in his defense. “That usually knocks me out immediately. I don’t know what else to do.”

You thought long and hard once the sleep cleared from your mind. You then got an idea. “You used to fall asleep with me just talking to you. Something about my voice being soothing and calming to you. How about I talk and you try to relax?”

Alexander nodded, shifting so you could both lay down. He rested his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. You started to talk about your week; how you had to play teacher aide for three hours, how you spent your lunch hour updating your blog on Tumblr, and how you had to walk home because you didn’t want to spend a half hour on a subway. You talked about the weird and long phone call you had with your mom yesterday. You talked about how you and the Schuyler sisters went to help out at that animal shelter a few blocks away. You just talked about simple things, yawning here and there and playing with Alexander’s hair as you did so.

You stopped when you heard Alexander chuckle. You didn’t realize it, but you started talking about memories. Mainly, memories of your and Alexander’s relationship. You were subconsciously talking about how you met, how you thought he looked like a drug addict since his hair was always messy and the dark circles under his eyes were always a blackish-purple. You talked about how you thought he was still cute and how your friends and his friends tried to help you ask him out. You then ended up subconsciously confessing how you thought of him all the time and even dreamt of him a few times.  

“What’s so funny?” You asked in an annoyed tone, flicking your husband on the forehead.

“You had a crush on me! That’s too cute!” His chuckling turned into laughter and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. 

“We’re married, Alexander.” You said as your laughter died down. “I’m able to confess this stuff knowing I won the prize and no other woman can have you.”

Alexander smirk as he rolled on his stomach to face you. His arms held him up so he was hovering over you so you could see the playful smirk on his face.

“Possessive are we, Mrs. Hamilton?” He purred huskily as he lowered himself closer to you. Before he could kiss you, you placed a finger on his lips, pushing him back. 

“Alex, we both have stuff to do later today.” You turned and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “It’s three am and I won’t have time to get you out of bed once the day starts. So please try to sleep? For me?”

Alexander sighed in defeat before laying down next to you, pulling you into him, his face being tucked into your neck. “You’re lucky I love you.” He murmured like a pouting child. You laughed, kissing his hair before closing your eyes.

“Sweet dreams, Alexander. I love you.”

“And I love you, my dear (Y/N).”

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littlechilllarrie  asked:

Hello precious. I was wondering today ... how would TOW Harry Louis and Link enjoy these first days of autumn? xx

It’s the kind of weather Louis hates. In the morning when he takes Link out into the backyard, he stands with his arms wrapped around his body, goosebumps covering every inch of skin, breath coming out in puffs. He layers himself in a t-shirt, then a sweater, then a coat, and heads off to work with the heat blasting in the car. By by noon, he’s stripping out of said layers, kicking them aside and under his desk, cursing the whole time. His car feels like a sauna by the time he climbs into it at the end of the day, the late afternoon heat trapped with no escape, and even with the AC blasting the entire way home, he pulls into the driveway with a red face and a sweaty back.

“I hate fall,” he declares Tuesday night after work, letting the door slam behind him. “I hate this shitty ass weather.”

“It’s beautiful out today,” Harry counters from his position on the couch. “Be quiet.”

“No. It’s too hot. The leaves are dying and so am I.”

“Remember when he was at work and the house was quiet? That was nice.”

“Who are you talking to.”

“Link,” Harry replies, like it’s obvious.

Louis ignores him. “Did you see the forecast for next week? Upper 80’s! Again! My classroom doesn’t have central air. We’re all going to kill each other.”

“Oh my God, the drama. Light a pumpkin candle and relax.”

He snorts, kicking off his shoes and takes a seat beside Harry. “Do you solve every issue by lighting candles?”

“Usually.” He puts his hand on Louis’ thigh and squeezes. “You look rather stunning today. I like what your hair is doing.”

“Thanks, I used the sweat as a makeshift hair gel.”

Harry laughs and rolls his eyes. “Imagine a world where you weren’t complaining.”

“Positive thoughts Louis is not the man you fell in love with. You knew what you were getting into with me.”

He smirks. “I’m not sure I did, actually.”

“So does that mean the verdict is still out on whether or not you want to keep me?”


Louis closes his eyes, pets Link behind the ears when he feels him place his head on Louis’ knee, drool and all. “It’s nice in here.”

“I turned the air off hours ago. I figured you’d say something when you got home.”

He shrugs, eyes still slipped shut. It feels like too much work to open them, especially once Harry starts playing with his hair, threading it through his fingers. He could let Harry do this all night. Sometimes, he does. “Still feels nice.”

Harry hums from beside him. “I concur.”

Two weeks later, Louis finds himself in the passenger seat of the Jeep, trunk packed with bags, Link and Mia safe at Harry’s mom’s house. The sun doesn’t feel as hot today, he thinks, as he makes himself comfortable, fiddling with the crank for the window. It feels like a waste of a gorgeous day to sit in the car, but he doesn’t tell Harry that.

“When are you going to cave and tell me where we’re going?”

“I won’t cave,” Harry protests, backing out of the driveway. “Stop asking.”

“You’re terrible at secrets.”

“No, you’re just obnoxious and bug me so much that I eventually tell you to get you to shut up.”

“Exactly. Terrible at secrets.”

Harry rolls his eyes and turns the volume up, almost as high as it can go. “Sorry,” he shouts, “can’t hear you.”

It takes them a few hours to reach the secret destination of upstate New York, one that Harry managed to keep hidden the entire duration of the ride. He looks smug as he pulls up to their cabin in the woods.

“Styles, did you take me here to kill me?”

“That would have been the better option, now that you mention it.” He cuts the engine and looks over at Louis. “Home away from home for the next 48 hours. What do you think?”

Louis squints at the house through the windshield. “I think no one will be able to hear my screams.”

Harry laughs, then pinches Louis’ thigh. “Come on. Get out.”

It’s not unlike Harry to surprise Louis; he often comes home from work to find strange purchases from Amazon or the book store or that eclectic home furnishings place downtown. Louis will make a face and ask what it is, and Harry will start off on some winded tangent about why it made him think of Louis, and half the time, his explanations don’t make any sense, leaving Louis more confused than ever. But then Harry tilts his head to the side, dimple threatening to break out, and he’ll murmur, “Do you like it?” Louis has never lied once when he replies, “So much.”

And this cabin is no exception.

Harry points out the details that Louis would have never noticed on his own, like the sliver of a lake in the distance barely visible through the living room windows, and the skylight in the hallway that shows off the rather impressive foliage. He tells Louis about the cheesy fall festival happening in the town square that occurs just one weekend a year, shows him their bedroom, their bathroom, the Goddamn floor boards, for fuck’s sake, and it’s obvious how much time Harry put into researching this for them. For Louis.

Louis cuts off Harry’s speech about the Oak trees outside by resting his head against Harry’s chest. Harry’s arms wrap around him instinctively, his voice fading to nothing. “This was a good surprise,” Louis says, voice coming out muffled.”

He can feel Harry exhale as he drags his hands between Louis’ shoulder blades. “Yeah?”


They end up attending that cheesy, once a year fall festival, and it’s stupidly fun. They indulge in caramel apples, pumpkin donuts, and Louis begs Harry to get his face painted. He sports a fall leaf on his right cheek for the rest of the afternoon, smudging when Louis drags his thumb through it while they kiss.

They hike, and at the top of the mountain is a view of the most stunning sea of reds and yellows and oranges. Neither of them talk, just stare, breathless. Louis slips his hand into Harry’s back pocket, leaves it there, just wants to touch, to be closer. They take some pictures before they make their descent back down, but the photos don’t do the views justice. It cheapens it.

The weather is unfairly perfect. All weekend, Louis keeps his sweatshirt on over his t-shirt, warm and comfortable, and when the sun goes down for the day, they sit behind a campfire, eating grilled cheese and soup. The flames are hot and make Louis’ face itch.

The moon shines through their bedroom window, and in the otherwise blackened room, Louis can make out the curve of Harry’s jaw, his bare shoulders, his back, his thighs. They move together slowly, then much faster, and right before Louis lets go, Harry makes a terrible joke about how he hopes Louis was right in saying no one would be able to hear his screams from here. Louis chokes out a laugh, hates Harry so much, loves him impossibly more.

He needs to fall asleep, his body is begging him to, but Harry won’t stop whispering to him, dragging his mouth across Louis’ collarbones. Louis sighs and takes it, keeping his fingers twisted in Harry’s hair. They keep at it until the sun starts to brighten their pretend home.

“Harry,” he whispers, almost sure Harry’s already asleep. “Guess what.”

“Mmm,” Harry answers, lips vibrating against Louis’ arm.

“Did you know I love fall? Like, favorite season, by far.”

He can feel Harry’s grin. “Even though I forgot to bring my pumpkin candle?”

He nods, sliding down further under the covers. He’s cold, but Harry’s warm. “Yeah, even though you forgot it.”

Querencia (Taehyung)

✿  querencia:

(n.) a place where from which one’s strengh is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self. ✿

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader.

Genre: Fluff.

Word Count: 1.5K.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

“Okay, honestly Y/N you’re not even trying now!”

You smile, but quickly try to hide it behind a poorly-done pout.

“Oh c’mon baby, give me a break, I’m doing my best here!”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you, uselessly trying to control the smile that was trying to push through his lips as he left down the couch you had just bought for your shared apartment and that he was trying to move across the living room, duty he had found a little more difficult than what it should’ve been thanks to you giving up after five seconds and lying down on said couch, grabbing a half-eaten package of chips that was on a near table.

“Your best? You’re just lying there –oh and now you’re eating? You asshole!”

“Well… that’s what I do best, so technically I am doing my best”

He starts to laugh uncontrollably as he throws himself on top of you.

“Hey! You’re crushing my spleen!”

“Y/N you don’t even know where your spleen is!”

You snort as you try to contain a laugh. He just chuckles, as he starts trying to take the chips’ package out of your hands, but as you try desperately to put it out of his reach; you end up throwing all its content on the floor. There’s a moment of silence as you both stare at the mess you’ve just made, but it doesn’t last very long.

“I’m so not cleaning that, you know it, right?”

“Y/N do you even know how to grab a broom?”

You look at him for a couple of seconds before letting out a nervous laughter.

“Pff, yeah… of course”

You blush furiously as he bursts in laughter once again before affectionately kissing your cheek, surrounding your neck with one of his arms.

“Why am I even dating you, you useless twat”

“Because you love me” you mockingly chant in his ear as you mess his hair.

“Yeah, I do” you look him in the eyes to see pure love filling them, and the teasing smile erases off from your face as his affectionate stare disarms you. You can’t help but desperately reach out for his lips, forgetting all about the chips on the floor, about having to move the sofa, about the rest of the universe. Every time your lips crashed into his, you felt at ease. Everything felt in calm, everything was alright, he made you easily forget about every single problem you had, every bad thing seemed to disappear as his hands caressed your back.

You pout as he breaks the kiss and stands up. You wish you could just stay in his arms forever, but you know you’ve got plenty of time to do so, that’s why you stand up when he offers you his hand, instead of just pulling him back to you and kiss him again, as you’d initially thought.

“Well, I know you’re completely useless but you could at least try to clean the mess you’ve made, love?” he teasingly says before gently grabbing your cheeks with both hands and kissing your forehead, “meanwhile I’m going to cook something”.

You let out a loud laugh as you stare at him with an eyebrow rose, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Yeah, sure, you weren’t the best at cleaning, but there was no way he would try and cook something, you didn’t want to die yet.

“Yeah… I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen”.

“Oh, you’ve hurt me” he pretends to cry, as he places a hand on his chest.

“Oh I call that bullshit! You’ve done nothing but insult me this last hour you giant asshole!” you say while smiling. He stops his acting to look deep into your eyes. He quickly places his hands on each side of your face and kisses your nose.

“You know I don’t mean it, right love? You’re the most important thing in this world to me, and I love you more than anything. Every time I look into your eyes, I just… I feel calm, I feel at home. I love you. You’re my home, you’re my happy place, never forget it, okay?”. You blush lightly, a shy smile creeping upon your lips as you softly kiss him.

“Oh god how cheesy of you” you stick your tongue out at him before softening a little. “Of course I know it, Tae, I would’ve already killed you otherwise, you adorable idiot. I love you too, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything in this world, my precious prince. Now lemme make us something delicious for dinner as you clean up, yeah?”

He nods as he kisses you one last time before going away to clean the chips from off the floor and finish moving the couch. You walk into the kitchen and start to cook, but a while later, as you feel Taehyung’s hands on your waist; you turn around, smiling, only to find him pant less, smiling widely at you like a little kid. You chuckle at his weirdness. He grabs a half-empty bottle of red wine that you had left on the table, pouting at you.

“Do we need more wine?”

You shake your head, laughing.

“No, I need more wine. You need to put your pants back on”

“But life is so freeing without them” he pouts once again. You let out a hysterical laugh, you didn’t really care about what he was wearing; if that were the case, the less the better, actually. You just liked to tease him; you two shared a kind of love that was hard to understand for other people, who would actually look confusedly at you as you taunted and insulted each other before melting in a passionate kiss full of love. “Plus” he continues, raising an eyebrow at you “this is my house you rebel so I do as I please”.

“Well it’s also my house so…”

“And who made you the queen?”

“I did it”

He gasps dramatically, “that’s a dictatorship you little punk!” You simply stuck out your tongue out at him and keep on cooking while he wanders around the kitchen without actually putting on his pants. You like it that way, getting to admire your boyfriend’s butt in all its greatness. You occasionally slap it while he’s distracted, to which he just smirks and winks at you.

“Oh my God Y/N this tastes horrible, how can you even eat it” he yells after tasting the first bite of the meal you had just left in front of him on the table. You slap his head.

“Well have you actually taste what you eat? I’d rather eat shit, mate”

“It’s what we’re doing right now anyway”

“I should’ve put poison in your food”

He does his dramatic gasp again, but laughs as he finishes eating everything. You know this was his strange way of telling you it was actually delicious. You would never get used to his weirdness and you just loved him for it. Every day was exciting with Tae, you never knew what to expect, he was always surprising you in every way he could.

“It was delightful, as usual babe” he says afterwards, kissing your forehead, but as you smiled and tried to stand up and pick up the leftovers to clean the table, he grabbed your hand and giggling dragged you to the bedroom.

“Tae I can’t leave the dishes there, you dirty id-“ he cuts you off with a kiss.

“I’ll clean them tomorrow morning, I swear, but I want to cuddle with you right now” he pouts, as he plays with your hands, making you smile widely.

“I can’t believe I am living with such a messy person”

“Says the girl that made a terrible mess on the floor like two hours ago”

“Chill it was just some chips you dork”

“Yeah because you hadn’t had to clean them”

“’Cause I was too busy cooking for your useless ass!”

He laughs and shakes his head as you take off your clothes and put one of his large shirts instead. He loved watching you in his clothes, so he couldn’t help tightly wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you the closest to him you could go and kissing you deeply. You pushed him softly and you both fell onto the bed giggling like a pair of kids.

“I love you so fucking much” he whispers in your ear as he tucks you both in with a thick blanket and surrounds you, with his arms on your back and your legs intertwined in such a way that it was impossible to know which belonged to whom.

You wrap your arms around him and press your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeats was almost like a sedative to you, you never felt safest than when you were in his arms; he was your safe place, he was your home. You smiled against his bare chest before depositing a soft kiss against it.

“I love you too” you managed to say before you fell asleep to the comforting sensation of having him close to you.

Originally posted by join-the-kpop-army


Originally posted by seungcheofine


Part one

Genre: angsty but fluff

Seungcheol’s figure leaned against the doorway, head resting itself there also. He watched quietly as your chest rose and fell slowly, you snuggled close to the young boy in your arms. The sight made his heart swell and he swore he could watch this all night.

He hadn’t expected you to fall asleep in his bed, you had only intended to drop by after picking up Chan’s medication. But the pained boy cried into his mother’s arms, begging you not to leave.

Seungcheol slapped the pillow onto the couch, dragging the large blanket with him as he plopped himself down. A large sigh escaped his mouth, eyes staring at the ceiling, your face remained engraved into his mind.

The light footsteps caused Seungcheol to sit up in alarm, “Chan?”

Your form appeared in his view, you ran your fingers through your hair, eyes still adjusting to the idea of being away, “Nope. Just me.” you whispered as you made your way to the couch, sitting next to him. You wrapped half of the blanket around your legs, leaning back to look at Seungcheol, “I didn’t mean to kick you out of your bed. I’ll leave in a few minutes.”

Seungcheol stared for a moment. The lamp light graced your facial features in a way that enhanced your beauty, something he never thought was possible.

“Seungcheol.” you spoke softly, a light laugh escaped your lips as Seungcheol snapped out of his state, “Chan must have made you really tired for you to space out like that.”

The silence set in. You leaned your body against the side of the couch, you’re tired eyes beginning to drift, and he couldn’t resist, “Y/N.” He whispered quieter than ever. Seungcheol moved closer, he hovered over your closed eyes and lips. He could feel your low breaths against his skin.

Your eyes shot open at the touch of his lips, “What do you think you’re doing.” You pulled away. Dragging yourself to the other end of the couch, abandoning the warm blanket. Your mind raced for a moment, a million scenarios ran through your brain. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe it was an accident.

You stood to your feet, “I…uh. I should go.”

“Wait.” Seungcheol called and your feet froze in their spot, “can we just talk about it.”

Your voice fell to a whisper, “about what.”

“About it. About four years ago when I acted like a gigantic ass to you and about how four years later, I’m still not over you. I love you.”

You turned, “it’s late Seungcheol. I think we’re both just tired because of Chan. Let’s just forget about this.”

Seungcheol leaves the conversation there. He only watches as you collect your bag and coat and he can see the frazzled expression on your face, the expression that is suddenly rethinking everything.

“Umm,” your words come out slowly, “remember to give Chan his medication when he wakes up and then every 6 hours.”

And it ends there. The door closes behind you and a big sigh leaves Seungcheol’s lips. He proceeds into his room, laying next to his little man that breathes every so gentle.

Chan giggles loudly, his whole body filled with laughter as he tumbles to his side smiling. Seungcheol smiles in amusement, the uncles around the room surround Chan with cute gifts they picked up along the way, and their funny faces and antics make Chan enthusiastic.

Seungcheol watches as Chan attacks Soonyoung who falls to the ground exaggerating his sudden death and Chan jumps in triumph towards his father.

“I talked to y/n a few days ago.” Jeonghan takes a seat next to Seungcheol, “you kissed her?” he whispers as to not start a commotion.

Seungcheol leans back into the couch, “yeah, I did.”

“and you did that because?”

Seungcheol sighs, “I love her.”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “yes you love her so that’s why you kiss her out of nowhere in the dark.”

“Did you bring this up just to say that.”

Jeonghan leans in, “I’m saying this because if I don’t I’m going to have to keep setting her up with terrible guys from my office. She loves you too, she’s just scared, you know, the whole you making a joke out of her four years ago.” Jeonghan pats Seungcheol’s shoulder, “don’t mess this opportunity up, there’s only so many terrible guys I can give her.”

One by one, the many uncles take their leave. The night draws near and Seungcheol’s awakening the lamps around the room. The still and quiet apartment leaves a distaste in his mouth. Chan’s head nods every so often as he refuses to leave his dinosaur toys unattended. Seungcheol stares with envy at his son who holds no problems except for where his toys are going to sleep tonight.

“Come on buddy, time to sleep.” Seungcheol lifts the boy into his arms, Chan whines, almost bursting into tears as Seungcheol takes him away from his dinosaurs but Seungcheol presents the toys in his hands, assuring Chan that they’ll be safe for the night.

Chan snuggles into his bed, a blanket securely wrapped around him and the dinosaur toy tucked under his arm. Seungcheol shut the light off, leaving the door slightly ajar in the case of any pending nightmares. Seungcheol makes his way back to the living room, cleaning the mess created by the uncles.


Seungcheol jumps, “Jesus!” He quietly screams. His heart rate slows at your figure, donned in a black knee length dress, a jacket hangs off your shoulders, and your hair fell to your shoulder. Seungcheol’s breath is held in his lungs, “Hey.” He speaks quietly, eyes staring at you leaning against the wall.

“Chan’s sleeping?”

Seungcheol nods as he picks up another toy, “yeah, I just put him to bed. He kept dozing off with his dinosaur toys.”

You tilt your head, “Seungcheol.”

He pauses, toys overfilling his arms, “Yeah?”

The steps towards him are slow, your hand touches his shoulder, then his neck, until your arms wrap around him, bring his lips to break the distance. The toys pitter patter onto the ground, Seungcheol brings his hand to the mid of your back, pulling you closer as his lips dance with yours. The sweetness of your lipstick stains his tongue and he never wants to take a breath, he’d die with your lips if he could.

When you pull away, he whines quietly. Your foreheads are pressed together and the slight uneven breaths hang in the air.

“I don’t completely forgive you.” Seungcheol nods slightly at your words, “and, I don’t hate you either.” your nose brushes against his, and Seungcheol yearns to close the distance, “but the tiniest part of me, wants to be with you.”

Seungcheol inches his way forward, “you don’t have to forgive me, heck, remind me about it every day, as long as I get to be with you.”

The silence stills, the clock’s ticking plays in Seungcheol’s ear. The blanket hangs off of his body, the chill of the night wakes him, a warm body lays on top of his arms making it stiff. Seungcheol moves his head to rest on its side, Chan sleeps snuggled into his father’s chest, a sleepy grin appears on his face when he catches your dreaming expression resting with your hand protectively on Chan’s body. The chill of the night no longer bothers Seungcheol, the warmth of his family helps him to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.

pjo / hoo characters as things i've done pt. uno
  • Percy Jackson : When I was ten, my family went on a road trip down the east coast. We went to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina, and since I'm fucking five inches tall, the waves tossed and turned me so much that I drank like five liters of salt water and had sand literally everywhere on me. I proclaimed, "I HATE THIS BEACH!" and sulked for five minutes before I got in the water again.
  • Annabeth Chase : In science class, eight grade, I was assigned, with two other people, to fold paper to support the weight of books. The group wasn't listening to me, so I shouted "yOU FUCKTARDS" moderately loud so they would listen. I'm glad the teacher didn't hear me lmao.
  • Grover Underwood : In the summer of 2016 I had a graduation party from middle school, so I invited all my friends over. As soon as it got dark, we started playing Manhunt, and I'm not the athletic type, but as soon as my friend started chasing me, I ran full force down the street, mind you I'm pretty fast, into the woods, straight into thorny bushes to hide. I have the scars on my legs to prove it.
  • Thalia Grace : I'm a liar, so when I was like eleven, my step-dad took me to go on Bizzaro, the roller coaster at Six Flags near where I live. I fronted heavily, saying that I wasn't scared and that it was going to be fun. As soon as I was strapped in, I was having a panic attack, and nearly pissed my pants when I was at the top of the first drop.
  • Jason Grace : Back when I was like two or three, when my parents didn't split, we lived in a house where the rooms were on the second floor. I, being clumsy, always either fell down the stairs, or threw myself down them, so much so that I have a scar in between my eyebrows.
  • Piper McLean : In the span of two days, two guys confessed their love to me over Snapchat. In two days, I declined the attempts of a relationship from two guys, knowing others more like me. No, I don't feel bad.
  • Leo Valdez : I was working on a car in my school shop, Auto Collision, when my teacher comes up and tells me that I did something wrong two hours ago. I looked him straight in the eye and said 'Are you fucking with me Mister?' He laughed and shook his head no. I then proceeded to lay my head on the car, proclaiming 'I fucking am ready to eND IT!!'
  • Nico di Angelo : When Jc and I went over our best friend's, Kian's, house, we ended up laying on the ground, and I laid on Kian's bed, and Kian (or Jc I can't remember) said 'It's time to blast the depressing music!' and I shot up, almost hitting my head, screamed 'FUCK YEAH' and almost fell getting off the bed.
  • Will Solace : One time in shop this girl and I were working on a car, and she ended up fucking up and cutting her finger on a rusted part, and ended up bleeding. She proclaimed 'oh my god what do I do?!' so naturally I looked at her and said 'wash it off, get a paper towel, wrap dat shit up real nice with that blue tape and you'll be all set. this ain't allied health but it's the best we got.' She was fine afterwards.
  • Clarisse La Rue : so, apparently I'm intimidating to a lot of people, so one time in History class I went around asking if I was scary, and a lot of people said yes. My friend Anysia goes 'I don't know you're just crazy and jittery and shit like it's terrifying.' And I instinctively replied, 'bitch if you don't shut the fuck up i s2g i will throw you out the fourth story window.' and right after I laughed at her expression. They still think I'm scary.

Story time. 

I don’t think I’ve told you guys this before but I started this blog while @fionnaesthetic started hers. We fell in love with the Dunkirk boys a while ago, when we first saw Dunkirk. We went there for Harry, I was struck by Aneurin, she fell in love with Fionn. Good times! 

We actually first met on Twitter like…2 years ago? And met in real life when I was in London in August. We spent 8 hours talking non-stop. I even broke my voice haha. We bond over our various obsessions (we’ve got like a million), and got really close over Dunkirk. 

I’m travelling to London again this weekend. We’re going to see The Ferryman, because we miss our Tom, and then Dunkirk. For the 3rd time.  We are probably crazy, but god I love this. 

P.S: those pics of Nye and Fionn are my favorite. I think they represent us well too. 


Originally posted by jjks

Inspired by this prompt by @the-modern-typewriter

“It’s always going to be them, isn’t it?”

“I’m not going to apologise for loving them. I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to apologise for loving them, I just wish you felt the slightest bit sorry about not loving me.”

genre: angst, romance 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: also inspired by too good to say goodbye by bruno mars

There was something about this relationship, you knew it wasn’t going to end in your favour but you ventured into it anyway. You knew you were going to be hurt but you hadn’t a care in the world. You could lose everything, all at once, but you risked it all, in the name of love. This was the best and worst mistake you would have made in your entire life; it would liberate and confine you. You were going to have to let go of him, you knew your happily ever after would leave with him.

“At least tell me why we can’t try and start again? This can’t be how it ends. I can’t lose you, you’re my best friend.” I asked him, almost on my knees in tears. “It’s always going to be her, isn’t it.” I asked, eyes down on the cold, grey concrete. It was pitch black, the sun had set hours ago and the wind blew like never before. As this conversation started, pitiful raindrops fell on my weak body. “I’m not going to apologise for loving them. I can’t.” he muttered sympathetically. He wanted to stay, he really did, but it’s not what his heart wanted, he yearned for her.

“I’m not asking you to apologise for loving her, I just wish you felt the slightest bit sorry about not loving me.” I told him, tears rolled down my cheeks as if there was no end. I looked up to meet his eyes, searching for any sign of sorrow at the fact that this was one-sided. “I do, I thought I did love you. But I couldn’t keep lying to you, I can’t keep lying to myself.” he told me as he wiped the hopeless tears from my cheeks with his right thumb. Afterwards he cupped my face with his warm, but rough hands. “It used to be you and me against the world, Jungkook. What happened to that?”

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Coffee House

I listened to Save Myself by Ed Sheeran, while writing this if you wanted something to listen to. 

Request: Could you write something about Bucky seeing her with a new guy a week after the breakup. (I made it three weeks, but if you want it to be one week it can still be that. I didn’t make it like specifically important for it to be three weeks)

Requested by: @wxnters-rebel 

Warnings; Um yikes not many, just super sad

Word Count; 1486 

Characters; Bucky, Steve, Y/N, Wanda, Alex

Request for a part two!!!

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anonymous asked:

Kakashi HC or scenario (either one is fine) of his SO saving his ass in a fight and what he's thinking while watching her kick ass. Like he squares off against a really strong enemy but he's tired and getting his ass kicked and then BOOM here comes SO out of nowhere, here to save her babe

i saw this and instantly fell in love xD badass gf here to save the day~~ tfw you realise that kakashi’s just as pale as yours truly xD

Originally posted by prism17

Kakashi’s S/O Saving His Ass and Whoopin’ Some on The Side

Kakashi had been running on fumes for what seemed like an eternity, wondering if there were anyone out there, coming for back up. He had sent the word hours ago, managing to take cover, but no one had been sent. It was slowly grating on his already tired nerves.

He had to wonder why he took this mission, thinking that it would probably just be best if he were back home, reading Icha Icha with ____’s fingers tangling themselves in his hair as he slowly fell asleep.

Ahh, it seems like a distant dream, now. Kakashi was tired, more tired than normal. His actions were beginning to turn sluggish, and he was running dangerously low on chakra, his breaths coming out in shaky exhales. 

He could sense people around him, if not people than one person and he was far too tired to try and figure out who that person was. Kakashi wasn’t the ninja like he was before, if he’s like this. 

Half of him couldn’t believe he was getting his ass handed to him, getting knocked around like this, beaten up and tossed to the ground. His back crashed against the dirt, eliciting a small shout from Kakashi’s lips. He saw the enemy raise their weapon for that final attack. Kakashi had nothing left in him, unable to move fast enough to dodge the attack. 

He closed his eyes and braced for an attack that never came.

Curious, and hearing the sounds of metal scraping against the other, he saw ____’s silhouette, the sun outlining their figure, the thin line of their blade was the only thing standing between the enemy’s own weapon and ____’s death had the blade not been there.

“Here I am, saving the day once more, eh, Kakashi?” Her voice was teasing, light, airy and playful, and most of all, energetic. It was a voice Kakashi needed to hear. 

“Here, let me-” Kakashi was cut off. 

“Nah, stay down. Let the woman handle this, alright?” She laughed, making Kakashi smirk under that mask of his. He was ever so thankful that she had come. He’d never admit that he was losing this fight, though it was painfully obvious by Kakashi’s chest heaving with each breath.

He watched in awe as she drew the enemy’s attention to her, careful not to get a blow landed on her, too fast for the enemy’s eyes to keep up, attacks light and nonlethal, but still slowly wearing the enemy down, making him bleed out. Gentle attacks from a… semi-gentle girl. Kakashi laughed.

He needed to get up, to provide her at least some form of backup, but his body refused to move on his command. Heh… 

Look at my girl, kicking some ass.



It had been four years since you and Joe had gotten married. The two of you were so excited to finally settling down and having a family that shorty after the wedding, you two began trying for a baby. 

After a year and a half of trying, you began to get worried that something might be wrong. You had tried every app and read all of the forums about tracking your cycle but nothing seemed to work. It wasn’t until after Joe had talked you into going to see a doctor that you completely understood how slim the chances were of you getting pregnant. 

Your doctor ensured you that infertility was fairly common and discussed the many possible options of still having a child to you and Joe. It took you and Joe a few months to figure out what you were going to do. You both knew that you wanted children, there was no doubt about it but the question was how. You had done so much research on surrogacy and adoptions that you could pretty much teach a course on it if need be. 

You and Joe had decided on adoption. Ever since you were young, you always wanted to give your children a good life; a life full of happiness and unconditional love. Adoption allowed you to do this for children who otherwise wouldn’t. 

The two of you sent in your application and began all the necessary requirements of becoming new parents. Because you and Joe wanted a baby, you were put on a long list of potential parents that pregnant mothers would look through and meet up with couples who they liked on paper for a face to face meeting. 

Every time Joe’s phone would ring, you’re heart would skip a beat; hoping that the person on the line would tell you that you two had been chosen for a meeting, but that call never came. 

Nearly two years had passed since ‘Sugg’ was put on the list with no call back. You had almost forgot about it actually as things in you’re life started to pick up. You and Joe had adopted a puppy and were occupied with caring for him, not to mention the many times that Zoe and Alfie had asked you two watch their kids for a weekend. You and Joe quickly became the favorite auntie and uncle because you spoiled them all weekend long. 

You were reminded of you’re name on that list as you were scrolling through your mentions on twitter. You and Joe had mentioned your situation to his audience a few years ago, a lot of them sharing their thoughts and prayers with you guys, but as the years went on, the replies slowed. There were still a few persistent profiles who would ask you how you were doing and how everything was going. You often DM’d them back or simply favorited their tweets, letting them know that you were grateful that they cared. 

You sat on the couch thinking about the list and how long it had been since you first decided to start trying for children. Maybe you didn’t exactly be a newborn to complete your family. Later that night you had brought the idea of looking into foster care up to Joe. At first he didn’t really know what to say, when he was looking into adoptions options. After a slightly heated back and forth discussion, Joe agreed and thus began another long journey of interviews. 

“Ready love?” Joe asked watching you gather a few things. 

“Yeah, um is this place too clean. I don’t want to give off that kind of vibe.” You said looking around your flat that you had just spent hours cleaning. 

“Love, its fine. I don’t think she’ll hate us all of a sudden because the house is too clean.” Joe laughed before taking your hand. “But she’s not going to like us if we’re late.”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. Sorry, let go.” You said letting Joe pull you towards the door and out to your car. 

You sat fiddling your thumbs as Joe drove you two where you were meet your new family member. About a month ago when you were visiting a foster home, you and Joe had fell in love with a stunning little girl named Ellie . She was 12 years old and had come straight up to you and Joe as soon as you had walked in. You had sat down and with her for hours and talked about everything that was on her mind and protested slightly when it was time to leave. Ellie gave you a quick hug before running back to her room and you knew right then and there and she was the one for you and Joe. 

As you two pulled up to the house, you saw your little Ellie watching you from the window, her smile growing as she recognized you a Joe. She moved away from the window as you and Joe got out of the car and made you way up to the house. The front door open revealing the care taker, Miss Taylor, who you had spoken with so many times in the past month followed by Ellie who pushed her way out of the door and into your open arms.

“You guys came back!!” She squealed as you hugged her tightly and letting her go so she could move to hug Joe. 

“Of course we did love.” Joe said giving her a squeeze before looking up at Miss Taylor who had now met you guys halfway. 

“I’ll just need you two to sign a few more papers and then she’s all yours.” Miss Taylor said giving the three of you a smile, making Ellie grab your hand and pull you into the house. 

In no time at all, the papers were signed and just like that, you and Joe were now parents. After years of trying and anticipations, you finally had a daughter who you could care for a love and for the first time since you had gotten married, you felt complete again.

That’s for you, @rennered4real :D

“I love you,” Clint said. He took a deep breath and looked at Natasha, who lay beside him in the bed. They had amazing sex just an hour ago and after a shower they fell into the small bed. To sit around in a safe house and wait for extraction was boring and so they had to kill time.

It wasn’t the first time they had had sex, they’re partners for years after all and they got along like house on fire from the very first moment.

But today, today something was different. Natasha was upset. They had smashed a child trafficking ring and rescued seventeen little kids. But when they brought them back to their parents and she had to see all those happy faces and people crying in happiness, she had to go away.

Clint found her in their safe house, sitting at the couch and staring into space. Clint went to the kitchen and made her a cup of tea. She took it with a small smile and took a sip before she put it aside.

“Wanna talk about it?” Clint had asked, but Natasha had shaken her head, had looked at him for a long moment before she climbed into his lap. She had placed both her hands beside his head and had started to kiss him and only a few moments later they went to the bedroom.

Some time later they had fucked it out, had taken a shower and fell back into the bed, where Natasha fell asleep not long after. But Clint lay awake beside her, watched her sleep.

And when he thought she couldn’t hear it, he said it, like every time. He knew she didn’t share his feelings but when she was asleep he had to tell her that he loved her.

But just when he wanted to lie back to get some sleep himself he heard his phone. It was still in the living room and with a curse he rose and hurried out of the bedroom. He didn’t want to wake Nat. It was quiet for a moment when the door fell shut behind him and Natasha opened her eyes, looked at the door and took a deep breath.

“I love you, too, Clint.”

Let’s make a baby part 10 D|H

A/N : Well, hello there ! This is part 10 of the LMAB series. I’ve decided that Part 11 will be up before Friday since this part is not about pregnancy month 8. It’s still month 7 since it felt right to continue here. You can find the other parts here.

Phil was the only person I could go to. My parents didn’t live anywhere near London. I know Phil is mainly Dan’s best friend but he was also mine. He had a heart made of gold and was kind enough to let me stay with him. I guess I will never forget the expression on his face as he saw me in front of his door, seven months pregnant and crying my eyes out. Without saying anything he gave me a warm hug and let my inside his flat. As I woke up the morning after the fight, the bed was cold and my hands were searching for Dan’s body heat, but he wasn’t next to me like he used to. That was the moment I realized that I wasn’t stuck in a bad dream. It was all real and my boyfriend was cheating on me. I also will never be able to forget the look on Daniel’s face as he saw me pack my bags. The words he shouted after me were still stuck inside my head. He said he didn’t cheat. But where is my proof ? 24 hours ago I would have trusted Dan with my life. What happened to that ? All trust was gone just like the boy I fell in love with.

I sat up straight. It was 10 in the morning and the sun was shining through the curtains. I saw my phone rest on the bedside table beside me. Luckily I had turned it off during the night. I had more then 100 missed calls from Dan and equally as much texts.

           2.11am           missed call from Danny Boy
           2.25am          'Please come back. I need you.’
           3.00am          'I’m begging you.’
           3.15am           missed call from Danny Boy
           4.06am           Believe me I love you so much.’

It went on like that. The last text I had received was sent 5 minutes ago. It looked like he had stayed up the whole night to call and text me, trying to make me come back. I read those messages, every single one of them, while my hands were shaking and there were tears running down my cheeks.

It took me some time to calm down again. I was still crying when Phil shouted that breakfast was ready. After I didn’t show up for 15 minutes he checked on me and comforted me for over half on hour. That included sitting on the edge of the bed together while I stained his t-shirt with my wet tears. He patted my back and whispered nice words. What did we all do to deserve Phil Lester ?

In the end, he managed to make me feel a little bit better and we eventually had breakfast together. He went shopping early in the morning just to make sure he had healthy stuff for me and Boo.

“Dan keeps bombarding me with messages and calls. He wants to know if you are here with me. Should I keep ignoring him ?” he asked and I slightly nodded my head.

“I will just turn my phone off then.” he said with a smile. Yes, Phil had taken my side not his best friend’s. But that was okay, after what Dan had done right ?

For the rest of the day I tried distracting myself with reading a book. It was hard to concentrate most of the time, though. My life had turned into a huge disaster. My thoughts were going crazy. Maybe I had to be a single mum, for the rest of my days. Boo could only see his dad every second weekend. I was sure that sooner or later I had to go back to my parent’s house. They’d support me and help me and Boo through this. I was just afraid of telling them what happened. My mother would probably cry all night while my dad would probably try to murder Dan. At around five the door bell rang.

“I’ll get it.” Phil said and raised from the couch.

I kept reading until I was interrupted by loud shouting.

“You can’t come in. Just go home, alright ?!” Phil angrily growled.

I put my book aside and curiously listened.

“I need to see her, Phil. Please. I can’t lose Y/N.” I heard Dan plead.

His voice set chills down my spine. I felt a sharp pain in my heart that was currently beating twice as fast. Seconds later the door burst open and revealed Dan’s tall figure. Chasing after him was Phil, who wasn’t strong enough to hold him back. My boyfriend, probably ex boyfriend now, had dark bags under his puffy eyes. His hair was a mess and he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

The sight of him broke my heart into even tinier pieces.

“Y/N” he breathed as he saw my sitting on the sofa, looking just as bad as him.

I silently shook my head as he tried to approach me. Tears filled my eyes again as Phil screamed at him to leave.

“I’m so sorry” Dan cried.

“I really love you and Boo. Nothing could ever change that, I promise.”

I was too broken to say something so I just kept shaking my head. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Please, listen to me. Yesterday was a mistake. It was so fucking stupid of me not to tell you everything straight away. I’m not cheating on you, baby. How could I ever do something like that to you.”

By now I was a sobbing mess. I struggled to get enough air into my lungs. Violent sobbing and and a baby pressing against my internal organs was not a very good combination. I started to breath as quickly possible, nearly hyperventilating.

Dan wanted to rush towards me. He wanted to calm me down, like he used to. But he was the reason for the situation I was in right now.

“Howell, LEAVE RIGHT NOW !” Phil shouted with such force, angriness and seriousness that it made me jump in shock.

Daniel tried to protest, he was frustratedly running his huge hands through his messy brown hair.

Soon he realized that it was his presence that crushed me. Boo was now old enough to feel my stress and that baby had done nothing to deserve this. He took one last glance at me, tears streaming from his tired eyes. Then he stumbled towards the door.

If I could turn back time to a few days ago, I would. But somehow I was not able to do so. The bad thing was that I still loved Dan. I literally loved him with all my heart. But all that was left of my heart were tiny bleeding pieces that were floating inside my chest. 

I spent the whole evening thinking about what he had said. 

 I’m not cheating on you, baby. How could I ever do something like that to you.

I can tell you I really wanted to believe this. If it was actually the truth then what was he doing and why did he hide it from me ? 


My bears are heavily based on this movie ! I use real bears pictures for pose references but I learned how to draw bears with Brother Bear ! ;w ;

Like a few years ago, I was at my mother house, who at the time lived in a farm in the middle of nowhere, and a tree fell AGAIN on an electric pole and left us without tv and Internet and also hours of nothing to do when I finished to help around the farm.  

Which left me with nothing to do but draw and watch the same three movies. One of them was Brother Bear. I fell in love more and more with bears watching this movie again and again. And yeah ! 

Anyway …. °H °”


The Arrangement Pt 3

Summary: Dan is a spoilt, drug-addicted kid with rich parents who cut him off when they get tired of his ways, so he finds a sugar daddy to supplement his rich lifestyle.

Word count: 2178

Content warnings: drug and alcohol abuse, (consensual) rough sex, big age gap, asphyxiaphilia, slight daddy kink

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(A/N): Merry Christmas everybody! Here is my first one-shot with Steve. I hope you had (or are still having) an amazing day. Our Christmas day is almost over (in about 10 minutes). I received amazing things like Iron Man t-shirt and ACDC Iron Man 2 soundtrack cd and more. I hope you will like this story. It is based on the imagine I wrote 2 or 3 days ago. Enjoy. Also, there is a small flashback. 

Tagging: @just-damn-peachy , @shamvictoria11

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: language, fluff (?)

Original imagine: LINK 

Words: 2503


Originally posted by slayalec


Winter was the most beautiful season when it was snowing. The streets became white, the people were putting on Christmas lights and warm coats, and suddenly, the whole world was a peaceful, magical place. Sure it had some disadvantages, like traffic jams, icy sidewalks which were dangerously slippery and caused serious injuries. Christmas was coming, almost knocking at the door. Even the Avengers tower in New York had its own magical decorations.

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Happy Un-Valentine's Day [EdmundxF!Reader] [Modern!AU One-Shot]

I don’t really think much of Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give my lovely tumblr followers a Valentine’s Gift :3

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Happy Un-Valentine’s Day

Fic Summary: He didn’t need a day to show her how much he loved her.

Word Count: 1,8k

Warnings: None

Edmund peeked an eye open at the annoying light that managed to squeeze itself through the tiny gap in his closed curtains. He considered getting up, but besides the fact that he just didn’t want to, he was trapped in a tangle of limbs. He looked down at the (h/c) haired girl in his arms, who was still snoring slightly and pulled her closer to him with a kiss to her head. He’d just started to drift off back to sleep, but his phone decided it had other plans and started to blare an obnoxiously loud pop song through his room. With a groan, he blindly reached behind him to find the annoying device, all the while cursing his little sister for messing with his ringtones again. In the meantime, (y/n) had curled up with a moan and had her head buried under a pillow. When Edmund finally got a hold of the still ringing phone and checked the caller-ID he wanted to throw it against the nearest wall. With a growl, he accepted the video call, his big brother’s smiling face popping up on the little screen.

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