i just hate going through boxes

Valentine’s Gift for @peanut-milk for the @aftgexchange.

The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)


“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.

Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.

“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend. What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”

Neil sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’ it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which is Andrew, in your case.”

Love. He lets the word wash over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean anything to him.  He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he and Andrew have and yet—

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Day 4: Love Potion

A day late (well, two) and a dollar short, but finally managed something for omgcp 14 days of love :)



Dex was trying to ignore the buzzing of his phone. Obviously something was going on in the group chat, but he had a huge project due in two days and couldn’t afford any distractions. His phone kept vibrating - Holster had probably found a new meme he had to share or something - and he threw it on to his bed where at least the buzzing would be muffled. It worked for about 2 minutes, until his phone rang. Grumbling, he rolled his chair over to the bed and picked it up. He frowned when he saw Bitty’s name.

“Bitty? Listen, if it’s Betsy, I’m really busy right now, can I come -”

“Dex. You need to come to the haus right now. It’s Nursey.” Bitty’s voice was firm.

“Is he okay?” Dex bolted out of his chair and shoved his shoes on, halfway out the door before Bitty could answer.

“He’s -” Yelling in the background cut him off.

“Bitty! Bits! Eric! Where did you goooooooooo?”

“I’ll explain when you get here, okay Dex? He’s not injured, but I need help.”

“Already halfway there Bitty, don’t worry.” Dex hung up and started to run in the direction of the Haus.

When he arrived at the Haus, he could hear Bitty in the kitchen and what sounded like Nursey and Chow somewhere in the area of the living room. “Bitty?”

“Dex, thank goodness.” Bitty popped his head out of the kitchen. “Come here.”

“What’s going on?” Dex asked warily.

“Just look.” Bitty walked him through to the living where, sure enough, he had heard Nursey and Chowder. Nursey was sprawled on the floor, Chowder on top of Nursey, trying to hold him in place. His arms and legs were flailing all over the place, and Chowder looked like he was having trouble keeping the limbs away from him.

“What.” Dex said flatly.

“Oh hey Dex,” Nursey said, his voice completely normal until he caught sight of Bitty. “Bitty! Eric! Why do you keep leeeeeaving meeeeee? Tell Chow to get off! Bittyyyyyyyyyy! Save me, you beautiful man! I’ll do all your dishes for the rest of my life, I’ll buy you all the good butter, pleeeeeeaaaaaseeeeee.”

“What.” Dex repeated. Chow had been silent through most of this, but finally managed to clap a hand over Nursey’s mouth and silence some of the noise.

“Bitty! Kitchen! Now! Explain there!” Chowder hissed, rearranging himself to pin down Nursey’s flailing left arm.

Bitty hustled Dex back into the kitchen, where Dex stared at him while Bitty stirred something on the stove.

“What did I just see?”

“Did you give Nursey a box of chocolates today?” Bitty asked, ignoring the question.

“Uh no, Nurse hates chocolate for his birthday.” Dex scoffed. “Wait, why? What’s going on?”

“Someone left him this box of chocolates,” Bitty pushed the box towards him - Dex hadn’t even noticed it on the counter - and continued, “He brought them here and ate a few and then…” he shrugged.

“Bitty, that sounds like a love potion.” Dex said. Bitty nodded. “Bitty, Derek’s an elf. He’s immune.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Bitty said, his nose wrinkling. “But they used unicorn blood.”

Dex sniffed at the chocolates, recoiling when he smelled the same thing Bitty had. “And you asked me if I gave them to him!?”

“I asked Chowder too,” Bitty said. “Because when a love potion is made with unicorn blood, it doesn’t have any effect any on people the user already has feelings for, and he said he had one before he saw you this morning and that didn’t have any effect. And there wasn’t any effect when he saw Chowder.” He glanced at Dex, whose ears were slowly turning red. “Anyways, I thought it might have been a prank, and you just didn’t realize they were made with unicorn blood - I don’t think you would have been able to smell it through the packaging, it’s pretty faint.”

“So how do we fix it? Just wait for it to wear off or…?”

“Please, no.” Bitty scoffed. “We all have things to do today and I can’t expect Chowder to keep sitting on him. The antidote is almost done.” He gestured towards the stove. “I just need you two to keep Nursey occupied. And he might want a friendly face around afterwards, love potions can be kind of embarrassing.”

“Most people don’t find my face friendly,” Dex told Bitty, smiling so his fangs showed.

“You know what I mean,” Bitty said, rolling his eyes. “Now go help Chowder with Nursey while I finish this. It should only be a few more minutes.”

Dex nods at Bitty, watching him flick the wooden spoon into a slow stir before he turns back to his potion book, the pages flipping in front of him while he looks between that and his phone, probably texting Jack about the whole silly situation. Reassured that Bitty had everything under control, he headed back to the living room.

Nursey has calmed down, though he’s not sure if it’s because Bitty is out of sight or because Chow is sprawled out on top of him, licking his paw.

“Really Chow? A lion? What if one of the frogs walks in here, you’re going to give them a heart attack.”

Chowder blinks slowly at him, then goes back to licking his paw as if to say “whatever”.

Dex plops down next to Nursey, who smiles up at him.

“Hey Nursey, you got yourself into some trouble huh?” Dex poked the other boy’s cheek.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Nursey pouted. “I thought the chocolates were from you.”

“You hate chocolates on your birthday,” Dex pointed out.

“Yes but I like chocolate in general, so…” Nursey tried to shrug, but had a hard time considering he was pinned to the living room floor by a Chow-lion.

“You’re an idiot,” Dex told him. “Come on, let’s get you on the couch while we wait.”

“What are we waiting for, is Bitty coming back?”

“Oh my god,” Dex didn’t know whether he wanted to slap Nursey or feel bad for him.

Dex and Chowder managed to get Nursey to the couch, where Dex sits on his legs and Chow, now a lynx, curls up on his chest while they wait. Dex flicked idly through the channels before settling on ESPN. They made it halfway through a Top 10 Countdown before Dex’s phone vibrated.

“Be cool Sodapop, lover boy is coming,” Dex told Nursey. Chowder shifted back and grabbed Nursey’s arms before he could flail himself off the couch.

“Dex, why would you tell him that? He’s yours for the rest of the night, I swear.”

Bitty poked his head into the living room. “Safe to come in?”

“Yeah, we got him,” Chow said, talking over Nursey’s whining, “Come on in.”

Bitty brought a glass of green liquid with him and held it out to Nursey. “Hey Derek, this is for you.”

“Aw Bitty, you made me a drink! Thank you!!” Nursey took it without hesitation and gulped it down, nearly choking on the last sip as he realized how terrible it tasted. “Are you trying to poison me!?”

“That’s an antidote, actually,” Chowder told him as Nursey’s face turned slightly green. “You ate chocolates dosed with a love potion that actually works on elves.”

“And then you fell in love with Bitty,” Dex told him gleefully.

“At least he would cook for me,” Nursey stuck his tongue out. “Wait, why Bitty and not you?”

“That potion only works on people you don’t already have feelings for,” Bitty told him, glancing quickly at Chowder and then Dex.

“Uh, speaking of that,” Chowder said quietly, “I think we have something we should tell you.”


Nursey = Elf
Dex = vampire
Chowder = shapeshifter
Bitty = kitchen witch (duh)

Nursey is def. a cat person so Chow stayed with cat-like animals for him cause he’s a good guy like that

anonymous asked:

I want more r76 headcanons now.. When did 76 call reaper gabe again? Was ir an accident during the mission? Was it during panic? Was it habit- that gabe pointed out something or gave jack coffee and it just slipped out? "Thanks gabe." Did jack even notice he said it? I.. i need more.. Please.. I am a lowely memer... spare some headcanons.. please...

SHAMELESS PLUG FOR MY NEW FIC “OLD HABITS” COMIN TO AN AO3 NEAR YOU THIS FRIDAY.

LOTS OF SWEARING HERE.  YALL BEEN WARNED.

(Context: a bully starts yelling at Jack on the first day of boot camp.  Before Jack can react, another cadet steps in.)

———

“Holy shit,” the other cadet - Reyes - breathes with exhilaration, “Qué chingados, cabrón, that was fucking BALLSY what you just did - holy shit, I cannot believe you just talked us out of that - ”

“Uh, hello?” Smith asks, “We helped too.”

“You didn’t put on the fucking waterworks, man, holy shit, dude,” Reyes turns towards Jack, “I legit thought you were crying in there.”

“A few tears are easy - you gotta sell the part where you’re ‘trying but failing to be stoic,’” Jack grins at him, and winces a little at how his left cheeks smarts up at the motion, and he gingerly puts a hand to the sore spot, muttering, “Damn, you got a mean right hook too.”

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that - I was trying to hold back,” Reyes chuckles, but he doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic.

Doesn’t matter to Jack though.

What matters is that Reyes had gotten mad and reacted before Jack could even decide what to do.

And that means more to Jack than anything else.

“…How long have you been boxing?” Jack asks curiously, and Reyes looks at him in surprise, muttering, “Is it that obvious?”

“I’ve been punched more than I care to admit,” Jack replies and he hears Jackson snort at that, and Jack grins, “Okay, so maybe sometimes, I deserved it.  But you can always tell when someone’s actually practiced and when someone just fucking throws a fist.”

Reyes stares at him with an unreadable expression and then sighs, “About two, almost three years now.  Took it up when mi tío suggested it instead of - you know, yeah, just about three years.”

There’s a story there, behind that hesitation.

Jack smiles genuinely, patiently at him.

He’s always willing to wait for a good story.

Reyes looks at him with a little bit of embarrassment until Jack sticks out his hand.

“What?” the cadet asks in surprise and Jack just grins, “Name’s John, but I fucking hate it, so call me Jack.”

“Are you fucking serious - ” Reyes breathes, “A goddamn handshake?”

“Aww, after all we went through, and you won’t even shake my hand?” Jack mocks at him and Reyes glares at him fiercely before smirking wickedly, “I can see why people want to punch you, jackass.”

“I mean, it is my kink - ”

“I am going to regret saying that to you,” Reyes sighs before taking Jack’s hand.

His hand is rough around the knuckles and joints from years of boxing, but it’s warm too.

“Gabriel,” he mutters.

Encantado, Gabríel,” Jack beams at him and he sees Gabriel’s left eyebrow quirk a twitch at the Spanish, but Jack rolls on, “This is the part where you tell me you hate the name ‘Gabriel,’ so I can call you ‘Gabi,’ right?”

“Oh, holy fuck, now I really see why people want to hit you, pendejo.”

“Haha, should I put you down on the waiting list?” Jack laughs as they begin the walk back to the track, and Gabriel smirks at him, “I think I deserve the top spot considering how I knocked that motherfucker out.”

“Oh god, he just went down,” Jackson sighs happily, “Just ice fucking cold.  Damn, Reyes, you gotta show me how to do that.”

“Me too,” Fremont says gleefully, “I might want to take a few swings of my own at him.”

“Guys, c’mon,” Jack says, but he’s smiling too, “We can’t fight him again.  They’re gonna be watching us.”

“They don’t have eyes in the back of their heads,” Gabriel mutters, but there’s mischief in his tone and Jack -

Jack finds himself grinning too.

“Can’t believe we made ourselves the ‘problem group’ on the second day,” Smith moans a little, “My parents are gonna kill me.”

“Ey, ey,” Gabriel snaps at him, “We’re in the ‘fun group.’”

“Is that what you call it?” Jack chuckles at him, and Gabriel rolls his eyes, “What else you gonna call it?”

“The Morrison Defense Squad,” Jack suggests and Gabriel chokes a little as Jackson grins, “The Fuck Jones Crew.”

“I already said - ” Jack snaps playfully, “I don’t want to fuck him.”  Gabriel rubs at his eyes, muttering, “Dios mio.”

From over the buildings behind them, the rising sun begins to burn away the morning mist.

Gimme Something Sweet

*runs from out of nowhere and trips over my own goddamn feet* 

Despite having so much school work i managed to get this out of my system in between soul sucking assignments. Thank god

Pairing: Gajevy

I think this is sorta like a bakery AU i guess? I didn’t put much thought into the specifics.


Gajeel rubbed his eyes, fuck he was tired.

He couldn’t tell the last time he slept. Last week? Last month? When he was back home in Jamaica as a kid?

Who knew? It definitely wasn’t him.

He dragged himself through the door of his favourite bakery, almost running into someone who looked ready to argue but just squeaked and continued on their way, mistaking his sleep deprived grimace for a snarl.That’s been happening a lot recently.

Tiredly his eyes trailed over to the display of baked goodies. Sugar, his only solace in these dark times. It alone kept him company as he toiled through countless nights. To be frank he didn’t care what he got, as long as it had enough sugar to harmonize with the caffeine in his system (which has probably replaced his blood at this point) to keep him chugging on for today, he’d be content.

“G-good morning.” A voice greeted shakily. Gajeel peered down at the small woman almost hidden by the register. Her dyed blue hair startling against the white of her blouse.

Hmm, Levy. The name boldly printed on her name tag hurt his eyes a little, making him squint. Which when mixed with his sleep deprivation made it look like he was glaring at her.

But in his defense most of his expressions tended to make him look pissed.

Didn’t really mean he was ok with how she ducked her eyes from his and was wringing her hands like she was trying to tear them off. He didn’t really see her most times, more often than not his roommate Lucy served him his goodies but he felt bad for making Levy so uncomfortable.

“ Mornin’” Gajeel replied softly, slouching a bit while trying to hide some of that sleep deprivation with a light smile. Usually it helped in a pinch when he was trying to convince people he wasn’t some convicted criminal but his server only let out a squeak of shock and turned up the speed on that hand wringing. She was gonna start a fire soon at this rate.

Well it didn’t work all the time.

“What can I get you today?” She held his gaze; biting her lip as he tried to decide what he wanted. Cute flashed through his thoughts.

“ Jus’ gimme ennyting.” Gajeel mumbled out. Levy’s eyes flashed a bit out confusion over the nervousness. “I’m sorry could you repeat that?”

Oh right, patois. He only ever slipped back into it when he was tired (or pissed as hell). It’s hard staying in one language when most of your energy is focused on staying awake.

“I don’t know what I want.” He said, jamaican accent clouding his words a bit despite the proper english. “You pick.Please.” he tacked on at the end quickly. Manners make you sound nice, at least that’s what Wendy says.

A sort of wry smile made its way to her lips at his speedy language switch, shuffling down to the display case. “Can’t decide?”

A smile was good, she wasn’t as intimidated as before. Plus small talk, that was good too.

“don’t really care.” Gajeel huffed, rubbing his eye tiredly and reaching for some cash as she returned with a nice sized pastry box. Levy cashed his order and he peered inside at the assortment of doughnuts, brownies and surprisingly, a slice of cheesecake.

She knew his favourite.

“I just need somethin’ warm and sweet to keep me going.” He grabbed one of the doughnuts, promptly stuffing his face.He almost moaned as he felt the sugar rush through his veins.That really hit the spot.

“Something warm and sweet huh? Well I hate to break it to you but i’m not on the menu.”

Gajeel choked on that last bite as it went down and judging by Levy’s devious grin she still hadn’t processed what she just said, or why his face was quickly turning red.

It took just a few moments before her face and ears blazed scarlet and that smile gave way to unintelligible gibberish. “ I-I mean, I didn’t- you were just- pastries and stuff- uh,um- have a nice day!!!”

Levy disappeared with a flash of blue and red, speedily escaping to the kitchen where she’d be safe from his bewildered eyes. Gajeel didn’t know what just happened, but that was adorable as fuck.


 “Good morning.”  “Mornin’”

She was avoiding his gaze and her face was still red like the incident from a few days ago just happened. “What can I get you today?”

“Somethin’ warm and sweet.” She flinched as he repeated the same words as before, probably thinking he was taunting her for what happened.

“Can’t decide?” She said slowly, falling back into their first conversation.

“No, I think I know what I want this time.”  Levy finally looked at him, sensing something coming. She started wringing her hands.

“What do you want to order?” 

Gajeel chuckled. “I’m feeling for something off the menu.”


If you wanna take jamaican!Gajeel from me y’all gonna have to catch me outside

Extending the Family

A/N - So, I’m watching SOA all the way through again because I recently brought the box set, and I’ve just watched the part where they go to the dog fighting place. I fucking hate animal abuse, and the way the boys - especially Tig - react to it all made me fall in love with them even more. So I decided to write an imagine about it! :)

Waiting outside of the unit the guys sent you to, you bite your nails, your skin crawling. Heart wrenching yelps were escaping from the windows of the place, your ears being filled with the horrific noise.

The noise is temporarily overpowered, the roar of motorbikes causing relief to flow over you. You wait for the boys to kill their engines, you quickly striding over to them, standing next to your man as he gets off his bike.

“What the hell is this place?” you ask painfully, not sure if you want to know the answer. You’ve grown up with dogs since you were a kid, animals being one of your favourite beings, and you couldn’t fathom the idea of people hurting them for their own cruel entertainment.

Tig wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head as he holds you close. A loud howl sounds through the air, your head spinning towards the building. Tig’s body stiffens, him having the same adoration for animals as you do, specifically dogs.

“Let’s go.” Jax says, the boys nodding before you all start walking towards the entrance of the place. Tig has his hand wrapped around your waist, you pulled closely into his side as you walk in time. “Everybody clear on the plan?”

Noises of confirmation answer Jax’s question, you nodding, too scared about what you’re about to see to talk. Jax nods, walking through the door, Chibs, Bobby, Happy, Tig and you close behind.

“Oh my god.” you whisper, trying to keep your composure. Tig squeezes your hip, his arm around you being the only thing stopping you from straying from the plan and going bat shit crazy.

Men stand around some sort of box, a make shift ring for the fight. Money is being thrown left and right, bets being placed as two dogs go head to head within the confined pen, yelping and crying making you want to shove your fingers in your ears.

You and Tig stand frozen, the other boys scouring the place for some dude, the two of you not being able to comprehend what’s happening. After what feels like years, some men cheer, others make sounds of defeat, the winning dog being removed from the ring. You step closer, leaving Tig’s grip, a white pitbull left lying on her side, scarlet blood adorning her coat. Thick cuts are scoured into her skin, your hand flying to your mouth.

You watch in horror as a man enters the box, him lifting the beautiful yet beaten animal up into his arms, his feet carrying him away from the ring and up some sort of ramp.

You quickly turn to your boyfriend, his gaze already on the man as he begins to follow him, you doing the same. You catch eyes with Jax, the other three men following you and Tig.

Tig leads the way, you following down some wooden stairs, a man heading through a door that leads outside. As you reach the back part of the building, the sound of buzzing flies is all you can hear, the smell of something rotten making you cover your nose.

“No, no no.” is all Tig mutters, one of his hands lifting a bin lid to reveal deceased dogs, their corpses bloody and lifeless, shoved and squished into the bin. Your body is burning with rage, you wanting nothing more than to unload a clip into any person taking part in this disgusting activity.

You watch in horror as the man pulls out his piece, aiming it as the dogs skull, not giving a shit about the animal in any sense. “Oi!”

Your yell pulls the man’s attention, Tig having his own gun pointed as you walk over to the injured dog, your eyes filling with tears at the sight of her wounds. Although she has been treated so wrongly, she still wags her tail as you stroke her, your heart aching at how trusting she is.

You tune out the conversation between the MC and the monster of a man, your concern focused on the animal. “Hey, baby. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

You feel a hand on your back, the scent of Tig filling your senses as he comforts you. He strokes the girls fur coat, her tongue hanging out of her mouth from exhaustion and pain.

“Take them to the clubhouse.” Tig orders, you standing up and moving out of the way as Phil lifts the wounded animal up, you turning to Tig, your hands stained with blood. He grasps your chin gently, your eyes focusing on his as you try to move past the shock you’re feeling. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, baby, okay? Look after our girl.”

You nod obligingly, Tig locking your lips with his passionately, your hands grasping as his kutte. You pull away, resting your forehead against his, placing a single kiss to his lips. “I love you. Be careful. All of you.”

You move your gaze to the other members, them nodding in agreement, you turning away to follow Phil to the van, praying that this poor, innocent pup will be okay.

After you and Chibs patch up the new addition, Tig lifts her up, carrying her to his apartment within the clubhouse. You follow, obviously, the unnamed dog being placed carefully on the bed, you and Tig taking a seat next to her frame.

“So, what you wanna name her?” he asks, his eyes filled with adoration as he looks at you. You smile, placing your lips to his in a tender kiss, the amount of love you have for this man being unexplainable in words.

“It’s up to you, baby.” you respond, caressing his cheek with your fingertips, him nestling into your touch. “You’re such an amazing person, Tiggy.”

You can tell he’s fighting with himself, wanting to voice all the reasons on why he’s anything but amazing. You glare at him warningly, a sigh escaping his lips as he decides to let it go, much to your pleasure. “You make me a better person, (Y/N).”

Looking at each other, happy and content in your private, little bubble, you can’t imagine being anywhere but here, being with anyone but this gorgeous man in front of you.

A whine breaks up the moment, a giggle bubbling from your lips as you look down at the new family member, her tail wagging and head tilted as she waits for your attention.

“Winnie.” Tig whispers, cradling the dogs head within his hands. “Means happiness, peaceful friend.”

His bright blue eyes catch yours, a smile slipping onto your lips as you nod, admiring your family of three. “Winnie it is.”

Originally posted by fand0ms4all

A/N - I hope you liked this! I love Tig and dogs so much😂😘 xxxxxx

Not so bad

Third one ahhh~

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Late at night you sit on your bed reading when sudden taps on your window startle you. You leave the book on the bed and make your way to the closed window. You push the curtains to the side and suppress a laugh when you find your boyfriend Luke half hanging from the edge. Quickly you open it and help him inside.

“You idiot, how many times do I have to tell you to climb through the balcony!” You whisper at him when he sits on your bed.

“I’ve tried, but believe it or not, it’s harder that way.” He smiles at you and takes your hand, pulling you to him gently. You kiss him softly, tasting blood on his mouth.

“Did you win?” You ask against his bleeding lip.

“It wasn’t a fair fight.”

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Secret Santa

Originally posted by homicidequeen

DAY 6 - DECEMBER 6TH

Harry makes sure he has (y/n) for secret Santa

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evenandsana  asked:

its so gross how people don't know shit about you or me, that jewish and muslim people can be friends, like we have been for the past 4+ months, and its ALL coming out now, and i'm just sat here sipping my tea bc they think by bringing up the "islam vs judaism" debate, they're gonna make you and me hate one another. keep trying y'all pressed fuckers, keep trying. go on.

honestlyyyyy ive been friends with muslim people all through high school and i never had a problem with them and vice versa! Not everyone just puts someone in a box labeled ‘religion. stay clear.’ And it makes me so pissed that that anon is trying to make me hate you. you’re one of the kindest snd brightest people ive ever spoken to and I’d legit go to the ends of the earth for ya i love you so much????? they know nothin abt what we talk about in private. we do talk about religion sometimes, its not taboo for us a d i feel comfortable with faiza bc she’s a respectful and decent human being with a good soul? Why the fuck would i hate her for things SHES NOT EVEN DOING. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ faiza is my girl so anyone got a problem with her can fight me, ive got no life i can fight you all day bich

The Right Time (Requested Justin Bieber Imagine)

Request: Can you do an imagine where Justin and Y/N try to have a baby but the test comes back negative? 

C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.

I sat impatiently on the bathroom floor, my legs crossed indian-style. I rocked back and forth slightly, crossing my fingers and squeezing my eyes closed in attempts to bring any form of miracle to this situation that I was in right now: me waiting for the results of this pregnancy test.

I wanted this, I wanted this so bad that I could and probably would cry. Justin and I have been trying to have a baby for what felt like forever, but in reality it was only a couple of months. But, every time that I felt like I was actually pregnant or that the next time was going to be different than all of our past attempts, it wasn’t

The timer on my phone went off, and with a shakily hand I swiped the dismiss bar so the noise would stop. I took a deep breath and picked up the stick that was lying on the edge of the bath tub. Please, please, please let this be it. I closed my eyes and opened them slowly only to see ‘negative’ written big and clear on the little screen. 

My heart fell to my stomach and I threw the wand against the wall of the bathroom in frustration before bringing my hands up to my face and letting all of my tears of irritation fall down my face carelessly. 

Why is this not working?

I heard the front door open and close from down stairs and a happy voice yell into the quietness that consumed the house, “I’m home, babe!” 

I didn’t move, though. I couldn’t move. My heart hurt and I felt energy less, I wasn’t pregnant, I wasn’t going to bring a baby into this world, and I hated every moment of this whole situation. 

The lack of response probably scared Justin because moments later he bust through the bathroom door. When he took in the scene in front of him, he knew exactly what had just happened: tears were falling down my face, a pregnancy test was thrown on the opposite side of the bathroom, and the empty wrapper and box lied besides me on the floor. 

Justin let out a sigh and sat down next to me, wrapping me into his big warm arms, “Baby-”

“I don’t get it,” I cried, “We’ve tried everything. Am I not able to get pregnant? Is there something wrong with me?” 

Justin ran his warm hand up and down my arm comfortingly, “Nothing is wrong with you,” he whispered, “Now is just not the time, that’s all this means.”

That’s what all of the past tries have meant.

We stayed quiet for a while, Justin still holding me in his arms, “I want this so bad,” I finally said, breaking our silence.

Justin smiled slightly, before pressing his lips to my forehead, “I want it just as bad, but it will happen. God has a plan for us, and when he decides to bless us with a child I know for damn sure you’ll be a great mom.”

I let out a little laugh, and wiped at my dried up tears, “I love you.” 

“I love you more,” Justin chuckled, squeezing my body into his.

2 months later

“I’ll be back in an hour! Scooter wants me to meet him down at the office for a meeting about my release dates for the next album,” Justin called from the living room. 

I was standing in front of the island in our kitchen, cutting up the produce that I had just bought from the grocery store a couple nights prior. Justin walked into the kitchen with a smile and kissed me goodbye, “I’ll be back.”

“Have fun, tell Scooter I said hey,” I responded, kissing his lips one last time before he walked towards the kitchen doorway.

“I will, bye baby.”

“Bye!” I called out after him. 

I set down the knife I was using to slice the strawberries, and I walked over to the radio that was set up on the counter. I clicked it on and danced around the kitchen, grabbing multiple tupperware containers to separate the different fruits.

Everything was going great, life was going great. In the past two months Justin and I had worked on our relationship, making it better for us together and our individual selves. Not that anything was really wrong between us, but spending the time together with us, and just us, taught us so much more about each other than what we actually knew from the previous four years we’ve spent together. 

We were happier than ever.

Time passed slowly with each passing song that played through on the selected playlist that was playing, and I couldn’t careless. I continued meal prepping, cutting up fruit, putting fruit in bowls, and putting them away, dancing while doing it. 

My stomach flipped and suddenly a lump formed in my throat, making my tongue tingle. Oh no. I sprinted to the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat as vomit spewed out of my mouth, barely making it into the toilet bowl. I sat there on my knees in front of the now messy toilet and sighed. That was weird

I walked upstairs, brushed my teeth, and went back downstairs to clean up any mess that may have been made. Anything and everything hit my mind all at once: why did I just throw up? Is it food poisoning? The flu? Should I go to the doctors? 

So many possibilities skipped through my mind, but one in particular never left: was I pregnant? I couldn’t be. I mean, sure. It was a possibility. Justin and I had clearly have had sex in the past two month, and I mean a lot of sex. 

But this can’t happen for me. I can’t get pregnant.

I never went to a doctor, only because I didn’t want to hear those four words come out of a professional’s mouth. But, I just assumed since it has never happened before. 

My mind flashed back to the past nights that Justin and I got intimate; one night, three weeks ago in particular. Justin and I were tangled in the sheets all night, going round after round, not because we were trying to conceive a child but because we were craving each other so much more than usual. 

I could still feel the wet kisses he left down my neck and the sweet yet aggressive way he held on to my thighs as he pounded into me over and over again that night, sending chills down my spine. 

I need to know.

I went back to the bathroom in Justin and I’s room and dug through the cabinets pulling out the boxes of unused pregnancy tests I bought months ago. I unwrapped the wand, throwing the trash on the floor and immediately I began the process. I drank a glass of water and waited until the urge to pee overcame my body, and once it did I wasted no time at all to pee on the stick. 

I set the stick on the tub, and pressed my back against the wall with my knees to my chest. I set the timer and waited. It felt like hours passed until the timer actually went off and when it did, I froze. 

What if it’s negative? I don’t want to go through this again. I don’t want to go through the pain and doubt in my female abilities to produce a child. I can’t.

I sat there not moving, I stared at the stick that was sitting on the tub wondering what it said this time. I needed to know, but I didn’t want to know. But, I knew I had to look. 

My heartbeat quickened and I took in a deep breath before grabbing the pregnancy stick in my hand. I looked down at the test and when I did, I screamed. 

Pregnant.

This was happening, I was going to be a mom and Justin was going to be a dad. This was real life and it was happening. 

What if it’s a false positive? I questioned myself. Maybe the test is old and it’s not really a positive? I bought these two months ago. I needed a new one. 

I quickly slipped on my shoes and ran to my car that was parked in the large driveway, pulling out in a rush but carefully all at once. I found the closest CVS and parked the car, practically sprinting into the store and right to isle nine, the isle I found myself in a lot a few months ago. 

I grabbed the box and walked over to the cashier, handing over the box and the ten dollars it cost. The whole way home I found myself holding my stomach, hoping and pleading internally that there was actually a little human in there. 

I raced back up to the bathroom, peeing on the three new sticks and waiting for each result. Time passed incredibly slow and I was growing more and more impatient. I paced the bathroom and crossed my fingers, this has to be it.

The timer went off again, and I looked over at the three tests that were sitting on the counter with the results displayed:

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

And Pregnant.

I’m a mom. I’m a mom. I’M A MOM! I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. The happy tears. It was our time. 

“Baaaaaaabe!” I heard Justin yell happily from downstairs, and the front door slam behind him.

I stayed quiet and Justin once again burst into the bathroom. He sighed and his expression fell: I was on the floor crying with multiple pregnancy tests sprawled out around the floor. 

“Baby, I know it’s hard-” 

“I’m pregnant,” I cried, cutting him off. 

“Wait, what?” Justin questioned, shaking his head in confusion.

“I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad, I’m going to be a mom. We’re going to be parents!” I exclaimed, tears still falling from my tear ducts.

Justin dropped to his knees as a smile took over his face, “Oh my god, babe. We did it!” he cheered, reaching for my stomach. 

We sat there holding each other on the bathroom floor, just like we did two months ago. Except this time, the time was right

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WOW, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Feel free to send me in any requests, and they will be added to my to-do list! :)

The Too-Tight Jeans

Inspired by this particular fanart by @nuggles that I think a lot about. 

Hermione was sitting on the porch, a glass of pumpkin juice in hand, indulging in her favourite new hobby –  daydreaming about a certain redhead. She’d tried to stop. Honestly, she had. But when reading Hogwarts, A History for the twenty-fourth time didn’t manage to distract her from the tall lanky bloke who was flexing and stretching and sweating, she gave it up as a bad job. To make matters worse, she was at a complete loss as to how he was so completely clueless even after she had kissed the living daylight out of him, in the middle of a war, no less. 

She sighed. She’d gone through all the usual topics of interest as she gazed at his form – his soft hair which curled just right around his ears, his blue eyes narrowed in annoyance as he grabbed a particularly pesky gnome trying to hide in a pile of leaves, or the way the muscles in his arms moved as he flung the poor creature over the fence. Of particular note was the way his, ahem, chair area looks in those too-tight jeans she had pack- wait. 

Hadn’t he complained about those jeans? He had complained a lot. And now that he was back at the burrow, he really doesn’t need to be wearing them anymore. And when she came right down to it, she really didn’t think he needs to be bending over that bush like that either. 

He emerged, brandishing a blue gnome like a weapon. 

“Found it!” he yelled across to Harry, who was struggling with a decidedly disgruntled gnome. “I’m all done. You’re on your own mate!” 

He started walking towards the porch with a satisfied expression. 

“Hey, Hermione! Have you been taking reading tips from Luna?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. She shot him an equally confused look before she realised she’d been holding her book upside-down.

“Or is reading just not challenging enough for you anymore?” he chuckled.

“It’s…ah, th-the footnotes! They’re written upside down!” she exclaimed triumphantly, having found a reasonable explanation. 

“And your mum wants you to sort those boxes once you’re done de-gnoming,” she told him, waving to a some cartons kept nearby. 

He groaned and wiped a hand over his face. But then he smiled. “Okay, will do!”

Furrowing her eyebrows, she frowned and watched him saunter over to the boxes and bend over once again. Merlin’s pants, she could’ve sworn he was doing it on purpose. 

She narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat pointedly, intent on interrogating him. He straightened up and turned around.

Looking her straight in the eyes, he sent a smirk her way. 

“Alright, Hermione?”

She gasped. How dare he! He knew exactly what he was doing.

Turning red, she tried to coolly sip her pumpkin juice.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look all flustered,” his smirk grew wider.

Why, that smug little-

“Maybe you should be concentrate on sorting through those boxes like your mum asked you to,” she replied haughtily. 

“Right. So I’m going to sort through these boxes. And you’re just going to sit there,” he said.

“Y-yes! It’s not my clutter–“

“Hey, I was only asking,” he said placatingly, as he shot her a sly smile, and turned around to bend over the boxes yet again. 

She nearly hissed. 

“Fine! I’ll bloody bite.”

“What’s that, now?” he asked, turning around casually.

“Why’re you wearing those jeans? You hated them! You-you said they were too tight!”

It was his turn to stammer.

“Well, uh…”

“Was it just so you could watch me squirm?” she demanded.

“You- what?”

“Or so I’ll bloody kiss you again? Is that it? Is that what you bloody want? Fine! Come here,” she grabbed him by the ears and planted a kiss straight on his lips before she knew what she was doing. And before he could respond, she pulled away, trying to salvage some of her dignity.

“Th-there. You got what you wanted. Happy?” and with that, she stomped off into the house, leaving him looking rather dazed.

“Wouldn’t it have been much easier to just ask her on a date?” Harry’s exasperated voice piped up from behind him.

“You know, Harry….I think I might.”

honestly if youre still disgusted by fat bodies here in 2016, if you still think my body fat and its distribution is unattractive and my big jiggly stretchmark-ridden belly makes you cringe, if the thought of bodies too sagging and soft and scarred and sizeable to fit in to your tiny box of fucked up beauty standards grosses you out, then just……leave me alone.  thats your shit to analyze and re-analyze and deconstruct and work through. i already had to do that with myself. i dont want any part of that process, and im certainly not going to be your fat friend or fat fuck to help you along

its exhausting enough moving through the world knowing that all your peers have been internalizing the same images used to vilify your body that made you hate your own so much, picking up on the implications and the language used in conversations about health and weight loss and beauty and worth, that which deems us perpetually unlovable, unattractive, worthless, hesitantly tolerated at best. theres always that fear that thats what you are – that we as plus size folk are only tolerated and to be “settled” for, never loved as wholly and truly as our thin counterparts. if youre still disgusted by my body then the least you can fuckin do is be honest about it – dont tolerate me. dont put me through the bullshit games here. dont try to be into me if you still have to “tolerate” an inch of my body. dont! waste! my fuckin! time!!!!

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Spring cleaning? Travis does it every year, maybe not to his bunk but definitely to the cabins condom drawer

  • All of the year round campers have to do spring cleaning to get ready for summer. It’s mostly a lot of dusting and using a industrial amount of Clorox wipes. And all of the sheets have to be washed. 
  • Year round campers hate doing it, but they don’t need to clean the cabin out at the end of the summer. 
  • The cabin councilor does a few extra responsibilities. Making sure none of the condoms in camp are expired is one of them. Every camper over 14 gets a box, and they’re always in the infirmary and camp store. So all of the cabin councilors have to go through and make sure none of the boxes are expired, and handing out new ones.
  • This leads to some interesting experiences.
  • Like Clarisse arguing with Mark because “I know you’re ace, now will you just take the fucking box? Make water balloons or something.” 
  • Or Connor noticing that Travis’s old box is looking pretty empty. “Who have you been sleeping with?” “No one!” 
  • And then there’s Will, who is stuck in the infirmary, checking every. Single. Box. 
“The only ‘life’ I can imagine being worth it is family life.”

I got this one back before Christmas. Twinkly things and presents and reindeer were everywhere, and the speaker had whipped himself up into a sentimental whirl of ‘isn’t it lovely for the little ones though’.

Fast forward, and we’re in the final week of the school summer holidays.

He ain’t coming out with shit like this no more.

His recent monologues have been on the theme of ‘you can’t imagine how hard life is as a parent’. They normally end with a bleak: “Well, they’ll be somebody else’s problem soon…”

This guy says things about his kids that I wouldn’t say about my dog.

He’s been lying to his wife, staying late at work so he doesn’t have to go home. He just sits on Twitter. Now and then, he’ll ring her and say, “Sorry, still wrestling with all this paperwork… maybe I’ll make it home by 9pm.” (It doesn’t seem to cross his mind that this means his wife is shouldering not just her half of the parenting burden, but his too. Doesn’t bother him. He’s a decent person like that.)

Just imagine that - hating a situation so much you’d rather sit in a grey corporate box past 9pm, all on your own, scrolling through Twitter.

I’m pretty sure that if I ever came out with, “Man, I’m going to hide here again tonight… I just can’t face dealing with the dog,” the first thing people would ask me is, “Why did you even get a dog?”

In essence: don’t listen to parents in the first week of December. Listen to them in the last week of August. That’s where you’ll find the honesty.

Almost

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

TenxReader (requested)

Genre: angsty I didn’t mean for it to get this sad I swear

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: alludes to reader cheating (don’t cheat, kids!) 

A/N So like, the anon who requested this didn’t specify which genre they wanted who am I kidding, it was a ‘first kiss’ request, they probably wanted fluff so I decided to add my own artistic kinda depressing flare to it. I hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless! And if you don’t, my ask box is always open lol~ 


“Ten, you’ve got to stop doing this”.

“Well, you’re here aren’t you?”

“If you’re going to be an asshole about this, then I’m leaving”.

That shut him up. He tucks his hands in his coat pockets, the cold winter night drawing out a swirl of breath from his mouth. It’s 2am on a Thursday, and you hate yourself for leaving your warm apartment just to see Ten. He looks at you through his lashes, blinking as he thinks about what to say. But he seems to bury it in his head as he says “Let’s go somewhere warmer” whilst motioning for you to follow him. 

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They’re Fighting Again

This is a short one, but an anon sent the idea to me and I couldn’t not write it. I just really want to see Barry as a dad LOL. Barry has a conversation with the twins.

Barry was laying in bed when Iris got up to pee the fifth time that night. At first they were just laying down, watching a movie then Iris started fidgeting around and asked him to pause the zombie film. Then he had to pause again, and again, and again until they decided not to watch it anymore.

“Okay,” she sighed, waddling her way out of the bathroom. “Eating and drinking enough water for two is one thing but having to consume enough calories and water for two metahumans and myself is exhausting. I feel like I should just have a port-o-potty set up everywhere I go.”

Then he watched her struggle to get on the bed. She couldn’t reach her leg over because she was too short, and she couldn’t jump on top of it because that was a tried and failed strategy, so she had to climb. One knee on top of the bed, then grab onto the comforter for support and lift, was the only way she could without Barry’s help. And she always denied his help because she counted getting on the bed as a new mini victory for her. 

Being seven months pregnant required a lot of work lately that turned into little victories, like getting her shoes on, or buttoning her God awful maternity jeans, or powering through her day even when they twins were wrestling in her belly.

She was finally laying down again, resting her back that was always aching nowadays. Absentmindedly, she ran a hand across her belly, feeling one of them, the twin boy, kick, starting a battle with his sister. 

“Oh no,” Iris sighed.

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[FIC] Today and everyday

“I hate this. I hate him.” Keith spits through gritted teeth, his knuckles going purple with how hard he’s squeezing the little black box, and Shiro, - his supposed best friend, - actually snorts at his pain. Keith already regrets everything. This was a bad bad bad idea.

“Sorry.” He says, the traitor, and has the nerve to look not sorry at all. “But, you know, if you hate Lance so much, you can just not propose to him.”

It’s on AO3

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Roman was slumped on the floor, an empty whisky tumbler had rolled across the floor, his eyes heavy as he snoozed softly. You reach out and gently pried the now empty bottle of whisky from his hands and slapped his face softly in an attempt to wake him.


 

“It’s no use I’ve tried that; he’s been asleep for hours.” Anna said from behind you. She motioned to Conway, who half carried, half dragged him upstairs and settling him in bed.


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On The Ropes

On The Ropes | Chapter I

He abandoned you.

You woke up to an empty bed and broken heart. You knew from the beginning that you were second in his life. Boxing took priority over you. You never blamed him for it. Boxing saved his life. It was the very thing that picked him up when he was down.

But you always saw boxing as an angel of death. It’s what saved him, but you were sure in your heart that it’d be the very thing that killed him.

There wasn’t much you could do when you saw that your boyfriend left. A bunch of his clothes were packed, and he only took the essentials. He left you a note saying that he was ok and that he’d be back.

He had a big match in a few weeks.

You knew he was training. You couldn’t be around when he needed to train. You were a distraction. You were reminded of that through almost every step of your relationship.

Sadly, understanding a reason didn’t make the pain hurt any less.

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@gonna-ignore-gender-roles Why did you block me?

Anyways I accidentally deleted my first reply so this is a summary of that:

1. If you have spent 2 seconds in the discourse, you know what the sam is. The split attraction model is not useful for anybody who is not ace or aro, because for most people sexual and romantic attraction are 1 and you can’t divide them in 2 neat little boxes. 

x <- some posts on why the sam is bad

2. Please stop using ‘homosexual’ and ‘homoromantic’, many people have a very negative history with them.

3. If somebody identifies as a ‘biromantic gay man’ or a ‘biromantic straight man’ they’re probably just working through compulsary heterosexuality. which is another reason why I hate the sam, it makes many people who experience sga go through a longer harmful period of denial than they would if y’all stopped convincing them that ‘I’m sexually and romantically attracted to men but somehow I still see myself having a future with a woman, even though I’m not sexually attracted to them’ just meant they were biromantic instead of helping them realise that that was just the image forced on them by society.

4. 

Damn I guess wikipedia and history itself have been lying all this time :/ god please just do some research, it’s not that hard. Stop blindly believing everything inclusionists tell you. Sex is commonly used for strictly biological differences and gender for social differences but -sexual really, definitely, unquestionably refers to gender. Which is also why -romantic is completely unneccesary unless you just really, really want people to know you don’t experience sexual attraction.

5. The lgbt community is for people who have issues specific to people who experience sga or are trans/ nb. People who do not experience sga and are cis do not only not belong there, but they would also benefit more from a community for people with issues specific to being ace and/or aro. Ergo: please create a proper ace community seperate from the lgbt community.