i just need to cry somewhere

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FIVE minutes and 40 seconds.

That’s how long it takes former ONE DIRECTION heart-throb HARRY STYLES to establish himself as the world’s most exciting new music star.

His debut single Sign of the Times is a soaring, epic rock ballad that sounds like a cross between DAVID BOWIE and LANA DEL REY (as weird as that sounds).

It goes against the current trend of non-distinguishable dance tracks — the length alone would make it commercial suicide for any other artist.

Its main instrument is the piano, which Harry has been studiously playing in private for years.

For large portions of the track he sings in falsetto, showing off a quality voice with much more range than we ever saw during his five years in 1D. This song has the potential to become a timeless classic.

Harry co-wrote it with the brilliant, highly regarded Grammy-winning producer JEFF BHASKER, best known for his work with KANYE WEST and JAY Z.

Whether anyone in the industry will take young Harry seriously as the “next Bowie” remains to be seen, but the 23-year-old is certainly putting his best foot forward.

The lyrics are “deeply personal”, sources close to Harry tell me, but they’re also open to any form of interpretation.

Sign of the Times begins with him singing over the piano: “Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show, hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”

Could it be about a break-up? Possibly. Or maybe about death? More likely.

The refrain throughout the song is his need to “gotta get away from here”. From what exactly isn’t clear.

We could meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here,” he sings, poignantly.

Many people think Harry has disappeared up his own backside with an arty promotional campaign designed to distance himself as far as possible from the 1D heritage that has given him this opportunity.

That said, I give him huge credit for releasing the most daring and well-delivered debut single of the decade.

And you won’t get it out of your head once you’ve heard it . . .  - THE SUN

FACTS ABOUT CONNOR MURPHY (spoilers)

So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.

Zoe

Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

anonymous asked:

I need a fic of your aos and tos Bones!! if there isnt one yet I'll write one myself dangit its such a wonderful concept (also I can imagine tos bones dragging aos bones somewhere by the ear and jim is just crying hes laughing so hard)

^this art i was supposed to post could be the epilogue. poor aos bones cant get a break

when you are dating or in a relationship as a person diagnosed with bpd, it’s important to have safe words. im not talking about when in sexual situations (though that might be a neat idea too) but just for everyday-use. use a certain word when you are splitting or dissociating so your partner will be aware.

also when you are being triggered, either by your partner or something/someone else, a safe word is a great tool. especially when you are in a crowded place, so your partner can help you get somewhere quiet.

a safe word can also be needed when you are in a fight with your partner and one of you crosses a line. then you’ll be able to either apologize, stop the fight or take a “time out” - a few minutes apart to cool your heads.

you might also not need it at all, but i think it’s a good idea to have one, just for safety measures? idk, it has just saved me a lot of crying and maybe even a broken heart.

thesun.co.uk
We give the world's FIRST review of Harry Styles' David Bowie-esque debut solo single
FIVE minutes and 40 seconds. That’s how long it takes former ONE DIRECTION heart-throb HARRY STYLES to establish himself as the world’s most exciting new music star. His debut single Sign of the Ti…

His debut single Sign of the Times is a soaring, epic rock ballad that sounds like a cross between DAVID BOWIE and LANA DEL REY (as weird as that sounds).

It goes against the current trend of non-distinguishable dance tracks — the length alone would make it commercial suicide for any other artist.

Its main instrument is the piano, which Harry has been studiously playing in private for years.

For large portions of the track he sings in falsetto, showing off a quality voice with much more range than we ever saw during his five years in 1D. This song has the potential to become a timeless classic.

Harry co-wrote it with the brilliant, highly regarded Grammy-winning producer JEFF BHASKER, best known for his work with KANYE WEST and JAY Z.

Whether anyone in the industry will take young Harry seriously as the “next Bowie” remains to be seen, but the 23-year-old is certainly putting his best foot forward.

The lyrics are “deeply personal”, sources close to Harry tell me, but they’re also open to any form of interpretation.

Sign of the Times begins with him singing over the piano: “Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show, hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”

Could it be about a break-up? Possibly. Or maybe about death? More likely.

The refrain throughout the song is his need to “gotta get away from here”. From what exactly isn’t clear.

“We could meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here,” he sings, poignantly.

Many people think Harry has disappeared up his own backside with an arty promotional campaign designed to distance himself as far as possible from the 1D heritage that has given him this opportunity.

That said, I give him huge credit for releasing the most daring and well-delivered debut single of the decade.

And you won’t get it out of your head once you’ve heard it . . .

HARRY is eyeing up another big role – godfather to LIAM PAYNE and CHERYL’s baby boy.

He has revealed he has been in touch with his 1D bandmate since Cheryl gave birth to their child last month and says he would love to be involved in the lad’s life.

He said: “I spoke to Liam and he’s loving it. He said it’s going really well and everyone’s great. So I’m very happy for him.”

Asked about becoming godfather, he added: “I think it’s a roll of the dice, there are a lot of people Liam has in mind.

“I’m not going to add any extra pressure. If it came my way I would be honoured.”

Harry also spoke about his mum and stepdad’s reaction to hearing his debut album.

He told DARRYL MORRIS on Manchester radio station Key 103: “I had one piece of feedback from my stepdad, one of the songs on the album has a vocal effect in the background. And it finished and he went, ‘How did you get a duck in the studio?’ ”

On the other hand, Harry’s mum had a slightly different reaction.

He added: “She cried a couple of times which was good, I think that was good.”

For his sake I hope so.

Don’t Deserve Me - Bryce Walker

Bryce Walker x reader

Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”

WARNINGS: Cursing


Originally posted by irisgibbins

I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.

“Hello?” I said hoarsely.

“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.

“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”

I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.

“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”

Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas

“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”

“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”

Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself. 

“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”

There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”

“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”

Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.

“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”

“Okay sex-”

I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?

I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.

As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.

“Hey T” I smile

“Hey y/n/n”

He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.

“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”

“I don’t know what your talking about” 

“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”

“Y/n…”

“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”

“Y/n….”

Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”

“Y/N!!!”

I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.

“I have to show you something” he whispers. 

“Show me what”

He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment. 

“Tony show me what?”

Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player. 

“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.

It was Hannah….

Talking about Bryce.

______________________________________________________________

I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.

“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”

His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.

“Bro I don’t think sh-”

“How could you!” I screamed.

Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.

“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”

“Don’t call me that you prick!”

“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.

“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”

People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.

“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”

“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.

“Your acting crazy!”

I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded. 

“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”

I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.

“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”

I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”

She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”

We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.

“Jessica?”

“Yeah”

“Can you take me somewhere?”

______________________________________________________________

She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”

With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.

“I love you Hannah” I whispered.

I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name. 

“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.

“The police.”

The story of how I came out 6/6/17

Okay so my friend invited me to pride, and I needed an outfit so I blurted out to my mom “I need an outfit.”
And she was like “why?”

AND THEN I PANICKED and said “no reason, just me and (my best friends name) are going somewhere.”

That’s when I realized I was screwed. She asked “where?” And I told her it wasn’t anything illegal or with drunk or high people.

She keep further asking me where and I hinted it was a festival.

I was fucking screwed at this point.

Later on, she asked me again, and I told her the truth, I wanted to go to pride. She asked me why… and I broke down crying. I told her I was gay. Bisexual, and I wanted to do nothing but hide in a hole at this point.

She is a hardcore Christian, so I thought she would reject me or throw me out, but she said after conversing a bit

“You will always be my daughter and I’ll support you as my daughter, I may not agree with your lifestyle, but it doesn’t mean you’re not my daughter.”

I honestly bursted out into tears because she didn’t reject me, she may not support me dating a girl at this point, but she supports me as her child. That’s honestly all I could ask for from my mom.

Ok but I need to scream about this some more.

After Stan has his memory wiped he is so calm and sweet and innocent. He’s like a big kid who’s just happy to tag along with these kind strangers who say they know him and want to help him remember who he is. At first I thought this was way out of character for the abrasive, loud and rude Grunkle Stan we know and love but then rewatching it I realize it’s the opposite. 

What we saw in these moments is Stan’s core. He has no facade, no need to be defensive or put up a front because he doesn’t remember all those things that made him want to put on a face in the first place. All that’s left is the core of who he is: which is a big old softie who is sweet and kind and eager to be loved. We can see this by how he treats Mabel, who in that moment is a stranger but he’s just happy to see such a happy face and immediately asks for her name and takes her hands into his because he doesn’t know who she is but he wants to know because he’s so open and kind.

It’s such a heartbreaking scene because he doesn’t remember his family but at the same time it gives us interesting insight to Stan’s true character and personality. 

Enmity

Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five

Part Four

“Sam, I need you to get up high but remain undetected. If Y/N and Romanoff get into any trouble I need you to get in there as quickly as possible. Got it?” Steve ordered, his right hand extended with his left speaking into the mouth piece, a few seconds passed. “Got it, Cap. Tell Y/N I’ll be enjoying the view.”

You chuckled and shook your head, exchanging a look with Steve as he returned your smile. “Leave my girl alone.” Steve quipped, sending you a wink. Romanoff subtly squeezed your lower arm and you bit back a squeal, returning her hold. “Let’s get going.” You said, nodding goodbye to the Captain and Clint.

“Watch our backs, Buddy.” Nat called to Clint right before she set off running. “Sure thing!” He cawed back, cupping his hands around his mouth so you could hear his shouted response- which you couldn’t. Until he buzzed in on the comms, “I’ll be watching your back, but Cap’s got his eyes on something a bit lower- hey!”

You and Romanoff cackled together a moment, then growing serious as you pushed yourselves forward, your target location in sight. There were more hostiles than you’d predicted, but you weren’t worried. You had Sam above you and Clint behind you, both long range in case anything went awry. But you pressed up intimately close to the shadows nonetheless.

Nat made the signal and you climbed up and over the obstacles, unseen, both circling around and taking down hostiles as you moved. A glint of red hair was all the men would see before Nat took them down, an odd sense of pride in your friend swelled in your chest when you met at the designated location. Not a hair out of place on either of your heads. “Took your time.” Nat smirked, reaching over and brushing a bit of debris off your shoulder.

“I was just admiring the view.” You responded with a wink. Nat shook her head, the remnants of a smile playing on her lips, but still managing to react fast enough to pull back from an oncoming hostile that threatened to detect your infiltration. You made the face of a worried civilian as she scowled at you. Your side buzzed faintly, letting you know the rest of the team were caught up and it was about time for you to go to town.

“Party time.” The red haired assassin drawled, unholstering her guns and jumping out from the shadows. “And something tells me its happy hour.”

Twelve minutes of all-out combat. Twelve minutes was all it took to take out all the hostiles in the area, Barnes was on his way over with the package that you’d came for and you were just retrieving the key from the last man that stood, knocking him out with a roundhouse kick to the temple.

“I could do with one of those buttons you know.” You mused, rummaging through the pockets of the knocked out man. Nat hummed in confusion as you continued to search for the key. “You know the one- you press it and it goes ‘That Was Easy.’” You imitated the voice of the big red button and Nat laughed at your idiocy, you continued to search but came up empty.

“I can’t find it on him, Nat. Maybe it’s one of these other bodies.” You offered confusedly. Nat joined you in scratching your heads, unsure of what had just gone on. Something uneasy in the air unfurling, until Barnes jumped down from one of the above ledges, landing perfectly atop the body you were just searching.

“Lost the key?” He teased, looking pleased with himself as he locked the package onto his belt loop. “Break a few ribs?” You asked pointedly, staring at the poor man Bucky had just used as a landing pad. Hostile or not, nobody wants to be on the face end of Bucky’s boot. Bucky opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Steve’s voice over in the intercom. “We’ve got a few hostiles on our radar, Sam’s working to locate them. Nothing to worry about, three max. Just letting you know.”

Nat shrugged and made work of searching the rest of the bodies whilst you and Bucky bickered. “Why don’t you go jump on some other passed out body instead of annoying me, huh? How about that Barnes? Ever thought about moving your annoying self somewhere away from me?”

Bucky laughed where he stood, driving his heel into the gravel. “Why don’t you go cry to your boyfriend about it?” He spat, shooting you a venomous look. You heard Nat snort behind you, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You yelled, not sure why he was attacking your singledom whilst he was in the same situation.

“You’re Steve’s girl now aren’t you? Just go whine to him about it, I don’t need to stand here and-”

“What are you talking about?” You spluttered, “Why does it matter what Steve said, obviously it’s just a joke-”

“It doesn’t matter what Steve said!” Bucky shouted back, matching your pitch and anger. “If you want to go fuck my best friend then do it! See if I care!” A vein in his neck was bulging as were his eyes which were showing a barely contained rage inside them.

“Maybe I will! Why would you care anyway? I don’t care if you-”

“Will the pair of you just shut up!” Nat shouted over the din you two had created. “Maybe Y/N is Steve’s girl, maybe she’s not. But it’s clear somebody wants to change that. So why don’t you just-” Nat stopped suddenly, as if sensing something far off. She turned her head slowly to look in Bucky’s direction. The whole thing happened in about three seconds. Nat pushed Bucky, hard, who then fell three paces back, shouting a string of expletives whilst you struggled to comprehend what was happening. You’d just caught the hissed warning “Sniper!” When you fell backwards, the sting of a bullet ripping through your abdominal. You managed a scream, before everything went black.

Part Five

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anonymous asked:

do u know any good supercorp fan fics

do i ever (these aren’t in any particular order, but they are all complete. i’ve got a whole separate rec list for wip fics if you want it)

  • Oblivious: kara danvers getting jealous of herself for getting to make out with lena is so relatable (lena dates supergirl to make kara jealous)
  • heroism is a full time job: who doesnt want to live with lena honestly??? (protective custody au)
  • the way we mend: domestic! incredible! im gonna cry! (fluff! fluff! fluff!)
  • exception: do u need some musings about love in your life? well ive got just the fic for u! (romance! romance! fluff!)
  • i’ll be there for you (in your darkest nights): fix-it fics have fixed my soul (fix-it fic)
  • I Always Want You: this made me ascend into another plane where everything is okay and life is Good and Nice and Gay (harry potter au)
  • inevitable: i cant believe kara just failed at inventing lying. i cant believe im kara (supergirl reveal fic)
  • when all is shaken: im the one shaken after this fic wow (hurt/comfort)
  • Something to Write About: this is most definitely something to write about (kinda social media au?)
  • Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets: catch me screaming about this fic forever! oh my god! i love jess! i love this fic! aaah! (jess-centric fic!!!)
  • (Super)Man’s Best Friend: im the dog that kara just straight up randomly gives lena (dog fic!!)
  • such unruly heads and hearts: so um i lied this is the one wip on this list because honestly it Changed Me and literally invented the concept of love (harry potter au)
  • negotiations and commands: ever imagined what life would be like if we had gotten krypto in that pod? now u dont have to just imagine it (dog fic!!)
  • Her Brother’s Keeper: i literally cried more than five times while reading this. holy shit. im thinking about it and crying again (angst and fluff and Wow)
  • Did we do that?: theyre so cute! i cant handle it!! theyre s o c u t e!!!! (domestic)
  • no more ferris wheels: i hate ferris wheels too but i love this fic!! (strangers go to a carnival au)
  • Drunk Puppy: i also talk about lena’s eyes when im drunk so this fic really speaks to me (kara appears at lena’s office drunk)
  • For as Long as You’ll Let Me: i cant believe kara just invented support and comfort (hurt/comfort)
  • somewhere i have never travelled: this fic travelled straight into my heart and saved my life from canon supergirl (character study/au)
  • Don’t Let Her Go: protective cat grant? And supercorp? u better believe it!!! (love and cat grant that’s all i need to say)
  • Puppy Love: this fic? cured my depression, made me love dogs even more than i already do, watered my crops,, (dog fic!!!)
  • sun is gonna shine above: ive said this multiple times now but this fic also made me cry several times. and yes i cry a lot but seriously!! this fic!! is so good!! (supercorp with kids au!!)
  • Almost.: fun fact! lena luthor is a nerd who thinks about kissing kara 24/7 i cant believe this is canon (romance romance romance)
  • The Enchanted Florist: its so gay and so touching and i cried reading this one too (lena goes to a flower shop)
  • pain: look i know im ending a fic rec list with a fic named pain but i swear itll only pain u with how good it is (soulmate au)
There’s something pure and infinite in you, that wants to come out of you, and can come out of no other person on the planet. That’s what you’ve got to share, and that’s as real and important as the fact that you’re alive. We were able, at a really young age, to somehow protect each other so we could feel that. The world at large, careerism, money, magazines, your parents, the people at the rock club in your town, other kids, nothing is going to give you that message, necessarily. In fact, most things are going to lead you away from it, sadly, because humanity is really confused at the moment. But you wouldn’t exist if the universe didn’t need you. And any time I encounter something beautiful that came out of a human somewhere, that’s them, that’s their own soul. That’s just pure, whatever its physicality is, if the person can play piano, if they can’t play piano, if they’re tone deaf, whatever it is, if it’s pure, it hits you like a sledgehammer. It fills up your own soul, it makes you want to cry, it makes you glad you’re alive, it lets you come out of you. And that’s what we need: we desperately need you.
—  Julian Koster

anonymous asked:

I loved your songs about love series SOOOO much!! I hope there's more, I'm dying to know how Yuri (and even Otabek) started to use social media after they started to date

Give me some time, friend, because there will be an actual sequel coming up where Yuri makes a Meet My Boyfriend video! (They talk about the Tassay ad, and Yuri almost dies when Otabek tells him that there are probably outtakes of it floating around somewhere.) I just need to finish writing this zine fic first! :D 

But here, have some headcanons from the verse:

  • Otabek is still trash at using social media; Yuri has taken over all his accounts, and Otabek’s fans are the most grateful for it, especially when Yuri takes to holding #askyuri sessions on Otabek’s Twitter account. 
  • Okay, so, Otabek isn’t completely trash at it, he just doesn’t use it a lot, but on special occasions like Yuri’s birthday, he’ll post like a selfie of them together, complete with the most heartfelt caption, and Yuri will pretend he doesn’t almost cry over it, but Otabek will still know. 
  • The first month they get together, Victor (because he is a shit) comments on every post Yuri makes about Otabek/their relationship with “GROSS”; Yuri almost blocks him so many times.
  • Yuri has so many Instagram posts that are screenshots of him skyping Otabek, but in them, Otabek basically just has that one expression (probably fond amusement, because that boy is gone for Yuri), and there is Discourse on whether or not Yuri is making this shit up.
  • Yuri still reads Discourse posts, and wants to fight everyone. 
  • No like seriously, fuck jj-babeonice who starts most of the trouble. 
  • SO MANY PHOTOS OF YURI IN BEKA’S CLOTHES LBR.
  • But also like so many Instagram stories that are just Yuri screaming, and then the shot panning out to Otabek wearing Yuri’s clothes
Awakened-Chapter 2

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

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#8 Betrayed (Tyler)

Request from anon: 

Could you write an imagine where you’re dating Tyler and you go on tour with them both and one night they have a party at their bus with a couple other bands they’re touring with (of your choice) and you’re both super drunk and you see Tyler flirting with another girl and get super jealous and he ends up making out with her or something and you get super upset and go to the back room to talk to josh about it and you can end it however you like, sorry this is so long! I just love your imagines!<3

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This is such a sick request cause I don’t get a lot of Tyler requests and it’s so detailed which is so nice cause I know exactly what to write and just afdjka thanks anon!

(Also hi??? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?)

Warnings: light cheating, alcohol

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Your boyfriend Tyler and his yellow-haired best friend jog off stage as the encore confetti continues to rain down on the roaring crowd and the arena lights come up. Tyler quickly makes his way over to where you were standing in the wings and wraps you in his sweaty arms, kissing you. 

“How was it, babe?” he asks. 

“Brilliant, as always,” you reply and he kisses you again with a grin. 

You all begin to walk back to the dressing rooms so the boys can shower before heading out to the buses. Backstage isn’t the normal mess of people trying to get everything packed so it can be loaded onto trucks and shipped off to the next venue, since the boys have another show here the next night. And that means one thing and one thing only: a party. 

It’s tour tradition that whenever the band has an extra night at a venue, they take a break from writing after the show and have a little get together with the crew and supporting bands. The boys are always reluctant to call them parties, but anybody who’s ever been lucky enough to attend one knows that they usually got out of hand rather quickly. 

Tyler and Josh head off toward the showers while you go out to the bus to see that Mark is already preparing a bonfire and snack/booze table outside the boys’ bus. 

“It’s gonna be a good one tonight, Y/N. We haven’t had one in ages and the venue left all this laying out,” he says to you as he sees you approach, gesturing to a table of food and alcohol. 

“I’m sure it will be,” you say, climbing onto the bus and leaving him to finish setting up. 

The boys come out about an hour later after getting cleaned up and doing meet and greets. The crew, Mutemath, and Chef Special all show up shortly after, and the party is in full swing. Alcohol flowing, dance music blasting, and a raging bonfire at the center of it all. The air is crisp, but not cold, and the fire combined with the dancing and alcohol is keeping everyone comfortably warm. 

You and Tyler haven’t seen much of each other since the party started, both swept up in socializing with your friends. But you have been keeping an eye on him throughout the party as his steps get sloppier as the alcohol takes over his system. It’s not that you don’t think he can handle himself; you know he can. You just worry about him, and he does the same with you. 

But you haven’t seen his familiar head of black hair in a bit, and the alcohol clouding your thoughts certainly isn’t aiding your search. The last you saw, he was hanging around the bonfire next to some blonde you recognized as one of Chef Special’s crew. You hadn’t thought much of it, but you couldn’t help the sting of jealousy and fear in your chest as you realize you can’t find the likes of her either. 

You try not to panic. You know Tyler as well as anyone, and you know he would never do something like this. Never. He’s your Tyler. But, when he’s drunk… You aren’t sure. 

You stumble through the small crowd of people and find Josh, doing your best to get your point across in your drunken state. 

“Where.. Tyler?” is all you can manage to get out. 

Josh chuckles slightly as he is significantly more sober than most people here. 

“Last I saw he was hanging with Beth from the Chef Special crew, but I haven’t seen him in a while,” he replies. 

Beth. Beth. The name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You had never even spoken to her and you already don’t like her. 

You nod slightly and shuffle off to go look for your boyfriend. You stumble onto the bus and chug a bottle of water to sober up while simultaneously looking in Tyler’s bunk for any sign of him. 

Your mind feeling slightly cleared, though still not up to normal capacity, you head around the back of the bus and finally Tyler’s familiar frame. The only problem is that that frame is pressing against Beth’s small one, their lips locked in a heated make out session that’s masked by the shadows of the bus. 

Your mind seems to be baffled by what your eyes see so clearly. You try to deny what is clearly taking place right in front of you. You can’t seem to comprehend how he could ever dream of doing that to you. 

You’re too angry to cry, too hurt to trust your voice to speak up, too confused to act. So you stand there for what feels like an eternity, stunned as your world crashes down around you. 

You’re not sure what makes him do it, but Tyler looks up about a minute after you arrive, the alcoholic glaze over his eyes immediately being replaced with regret. 

“Y/N…” he says as he abandons Beth and rushes toward you, grabbing your hand, but you immediately yanking it away. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spit at him. The anger in your voice is challenged by the tears that finally seem to catch up to your brain and you turn to go anywhere but here. 

Tyler trails you back to the party, but you lose him in the crowd of people. You spot Josh once again as the tears fall down your cheeks and his brows furrow as he sees you. You turn to get on the bus with Josh following close behind. 

You slam the bus door shut before anyone can follow you and you are immediately met with a the sound of a fist pounding on the closed door as you lean your weight on it to keep the rest of the world out. 

“Y/N, open up. I just want to talk,” Josh says. 

You hesitate for a moment. That’s Tyler’s best friend. What if he’s just trying to get you to talk to Tyler? But then again, you and Josh had grown quite close in the time you had been dating Tyler. He cared for you like a sister. You reluctantly crack the door open and he pushes inside. 

He shuts and locks the door behind him and immediately pulls you into a hug as you sob into his shoulder. Your hands remain rigid at your side, unable to reciprocate the gesture. 

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he softly says into your ear, but something about this sets you off and you shake him off abruptly. 

“Is it? Because I just saw Tyler making out with some blonde behind the bus,” you say curtly, the tears still spilling down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t know,” he says, and you instantly feel bad for snapping at him. 

You stand in silence for a minute before he breaks it again. 

“I’m not going to try to defend Tyler, if that’s what you’re thinking. You can talk to me, if you want,” he offers. 

You hesitate, but remember that he’s really all you have on this tour except Tyler, and now it looks as if you might not even have him anymore. You’re grateful for Josh’s offer as you sit down on the couch and he sits next to you, ready to listen. 

“I just.. I got worried about him because I know he can get irrational when he drinks and I went looking for him and there he was, behind the bus with her and then he tried to talk to me and I ran…” you pause. It really isn’t much of a story, but it helps you to say it out loud. “I don’t want it to be real, but now I’m on this tour with you guys and I can’t afford to go home but I can’t stay and see him every day and I don’t know if I can forgive him. Not now, not ever…” 

Your stomach sinks at the thought of breaking up with Tyler. 

“Y/N… I know I said I wouldn’t defend him, and I won’t. There is no excuse for what he did. But, Tyler loves you. He needs you-” Josh starts, but you interrupt. 

“And I need him. I love him. But… I can’t stay with someone who hurts me. I’ve done it before and I can’t do it again. It will kill me. No matter what I do, it will kill me. I just… I thought Tyler and I were it, you know? I never imagined myself with anyone else,” you stop as a fresh wave of tears washes over you. “He said,” your voice shakes. “He said he would never hurt me.” 

Josh pulls you into his chest again, and this time, you welcome it, clutching Josh’s back for dear life. 

A pounding on the door pulls you from Josh’s embrace and both of your heads whip toward the door. 

“Y/N!” Tyler shouts from the other side of the closed door. “Y/N, please!” 

The desperation in his voice breaks your heart and you turn back to Josh. 

“Josh, I can’t. I can’t see him,” you start to panic. “Josh, do something, please.” 

“It’s ok, I’ll deal with it,” he says, getting up from the couch and walking to the door. 

Your gaze goes anywhere but the door as you hear Josh crack it open and Tyler’s frantic voice carries into the bus. 

“Josh, you gotta let me in, man. Please, I just need to talk to her. I can explain-” he bargains. 

“Tyler, she doesn’t want to see you. Just, go find somewhere else to spend the night,” Josh stands his ground. 

You can no longer hear the noise from the party, so you assume everyone else has gone off to bed. 

You sneak a glance at Tyler and his red ringed eyes are already on you. He’s clearly been crying. The sight of him brings fresh tears to your eyes once again. 

“Y/N, please. I know I messed up-” 

“Tyler, just go,” Josh interrupts him before he can even start. 

Tyler simply nods and turns away from the door. Josh shuts it once again and turns back to you. 

“I think I just need to go to bed,” you say and he nods. 

“Wake me up if you need anything. I mean it,” he says as you walk back to your bunk. 

You’re grateful in this moment that you and Tyler have separate bunks. Sure, you usually end up sleeping in the same one, but you don’t think you could bear spending the night in a bunk that smells only of his cologne. 

But you still lay awake all night, unable to find sleep. Tonight blurs into the next day as the sun breaks the horizon. Maybe you did sleep, maybe you didn’t, but all you know is that you’re dead tired and you feel downright numb. 

You walk out to the small kitchen to find Josh sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, as well as one across from him, presumably for you. 

You grab the mug gratefully and sip the bitter liquid. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy. 

“I didn’t,” you reply honestly, and he looks at you sympathetically. “I think I need to go home.” 

He nods, as if he already knew what you were going to do. 

“But I don’t think I know where that is anymore,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from all the crying you’ve done over the past 12 hours. 

You can’t go back to your apartment. You shared it with Tyler. It will be too hard to be surrounded by all things Tyler. You don’t know where you’re supposed to go, but you know that you can’t be here anymore. 

Josh gets up from the table. You don’t pay too much attention to where he goes; you’re too caught up in your own thoughts. He comes back about 15 minutes later with his computer. 

“I can get you on a flight out of here in an hour, if you’re sure this is what you want,” he says. 

A smile ghosts over your lips. 

“It’s not what I want. But, it’s what I need,” you say and he nods in understanding. 

“I’m gonna use Tyler’s account. The least he can do, after all this, is buy your ticket out,” he says and you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

You mouth ‘thank you’ across the table to Josh, not trusting your voice. He just nods. 

He leaves and comes back, this time with your suitcase, already packed. 

“I went ahead and just packed for you. It’s the least I can do. I can mail you whatever I forgot,” he says with a laugh. 

He prints your boarding pass and hands it to you as you slip on your shoes and hoodie, taking the handle of your suitcase. 

“I’ll drive you to the airport,” he says, but you shake your head.

“You’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t thank you enough,” you say and he pulls you into a tight hug for what feels like the millionth time in the last day. 

“Just… Promise me you’ll talk to him? You don’t have to change your mind, but just hear him out. I care about you both too much for this to be it for you two,” he says and you nod. 

You turn to the door and head down the stairs with your suitcase. As you open the door, you see Tyler curled up under his jacket on the ground next to the door. He doesn’t wake as you walk past him toward the cab Josh called for you, and you’re glad. You need to get out of here, and you’re not sure you could’ve done it if he had gotten to speak to you before you left. 

You world is in shambles as you board a plane away from the person you used to call home. 

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Sorry this doesn’t have a happy ending, but I just lowkey don’t like cheating fics that end happy cause cheating is so terrible ??? Idk maybe I’ll do a part two, if someone wants it. 

Anyway, hope you liked it! Requests are open :) 

Other Pack

Requests: “Can you do #102 with Scott and its his sister who gets hurt” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)

Scott couldn’t believe the lump on the ground that was his sister. The same girl he grew up playing tag with. Drawing pictures, becoming the stubborn big brother who didn’t want to play anymore. Annoying her with Stiles. Having girls over and making a lot of noise in the other room to freak her out.

That same girl, one of the first girls he loved was now bleeding out. He didn’t want this life for her. The other pack knew they were overstepping boundaries. As they waited for the ambulance it felt like years. Scott held her close, whispering how she was going to be okay. But there was nothing to do for her. He couldn’t help but cry. She’d either turn into a werewolf like him or die. And he hated to think about both options.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think is the reason Kaneki started crying?

hi! I actually made a post right here [x]

that’s how I really feel about it. Even Haise, who was overall a pretty happy person, was filled with an overwhelming sense of doom and despair in the back of his mind. This is probably the first time since Kaneki’s mother died that he’s been overwhelmed with such genuinely positive feelings, and his natural reaction to it was to cry.

Let me tell you something real quick about my own stupid depression: I went about eight years without crying. Ages 17-24, I repressed the need to cry until I I just couldn’t do it anymore. It might’ve happened here or there out of total anxiety, but for the most part it just didn’t happen. I was pretty devoid of emotion for a long time.

but SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE– it may have been therapy or medication, or something just plain old cracked in me– but now I cry ALL. THE FUCKING. TIME. And that means when I’m happy, too. I mean, I cry just knowing that I might feel happy. Someone can be like “hey want to watch Spirited Away?” and I’ll start bawling bc I associate those movies with feeling anything other than blank/sad/nothing/depressed. It’s stupid, but lmty crying like a baby bc you’re happy (or “in the moment”) feels a lot better than not feeling anything at all.

So basically, I think Kaneki realized subconsciously that he was feeling happy, loved, relieved and “present”– something stronger than despair or sadness for the first time in forever. It’s kind of like when he saw Touka for the first time as Haise. Deep down, he was relieved to see her alive, and it made him cry.

anonymous asked:

Nalu + "Give me a chance"

Title: For Her

Rated: T

Words: 671

Prompt from here


He stared at her, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, heart shattered into multiple pieces. 

He dropped to his knees as he took in her form, blonde hair sprawled along the ground, eyes staring at him, void of the joy and fire he was so used to. 

“Na-natsu.” Her voice wobbled and cracked, her fear evident. His face crumpled- he couldn’t take it. He moved closer, gently picking her up and placing her head against his chest and pulled her close as he leaned against a nearby wall, hand moving to stroke her hair. 

He could barely feel his legs. 

His arms didn’t want to function. 

But he blocked it all out, needing to be there for her. 

“Please Lucy,” he could feel himself starting to break down, but he had to stay strong. For her. For his Lucy. “Please stay.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and he moved to rest his chin on top of her head, arms coming around to lightly hug her, weary of her injury, never wanting to let go. 

She let out a low whine, hand weakly rising to rest on his as she gave a small squeeze. 

He could barely feel it. 

“Lucy,” he cried, tears quietly streaming down from his eyes. He let out a long and shaky breath.

He couldn’t lose her.

He just couldn’t.

“Please,” he begged, desperation clear in his voice, turning a hand over to clasp hers gently, and he could hear her sigh, from pain or from his touch, he didn’t know. “Please just- just give me a chance. I can go find Wendy, or, fuck, something. I’ll get you somewhere safe. Please just wait a little bit longer Lucy, please.” 

She coughed, blood spitting everywhere around them, and he could hear her cry again, from the pain and frustration and utter defeat.

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a sob when he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Please don’t leave me.”

He couldn’t take it.

She had to make it through this, he needed her to.

For her. For him.

He didn’t care-he was selfish. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. She was his everything.

“Natsu, I-I…” Lucy whimpered, wanted to help him, to comfort him, he knew, and he cracked a smile at that. He knew the situation wasn’t nothing to smile at, but it was just so like her, to think about those around her before herself.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed as best as he could, squeezing her hand lightly. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay.” 

She sniffled, and he knew she didn’t believe him. But he didn’t know what else to do, to say. She was dying, she was dying in his arms and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

He breathed out her name, pressing a kiss to the top her her head, bringing a hand to stroke her hair. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

And christ, he loved her so much it was hard for even him to understand it most of the time. 

She coughed again, more blood spewing from her mouth, and his heart broke all over again, the tears never falling from his face.

“Stay with me Luce, just stay with me.”

Her breathing started to slow, and he could barely hear her heart anymore. Her eyes closed, and he started to panic. He couldn’t- just couldn’t, lose her.

“Lucy.”

No response.

Lucy.” He shook her gently, sobs escaping from him. “Wake up. Please don’t- come back. Come back.”

And then he heard footsteps.

And suddenly a flash of blue was in front of them, a white light surrounding him and he couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, because they were here.

They would save her.

It would be okay. 

And he knew without a shadow of a doubt he wouldn’t ever let this happen again. He would always protect her, no matter what.

Because if it was for her, he was willing to give up the world. 

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Request: Hi! So, I had this idea and I know I can count on you to write cause I love your writing! Here: Sirius&Reader have a 3yo daughter and she and Reader are drawning, then she gives him her draw. The next day they are supposed to visit the Potters and while his girls are there he left and when he is back he shows his new tattoo: his daughters draw in his arm. [+You dont need to put this: Reader’s name in his cheast (something little) and she does the same (just their names!)] Sorry & thank you!

Sirius was sitting at the end of the long dining table, working on a report which he brought home from his office. That was his least favourite part of his job - he enjoyed to be an auror, but writing long pages about what, when and where exactly happened was boring and more exhausting than being outside and chasing dark wizards all day. 

The soft giggles which came from the other side of the room made him to smiling into his work, not even realizing he scribbled down the same sentence twice in row. Forcing himself to concentrate, he realized his mistake, so with a deep sigh, he leaned back on the chair and loosen the collar of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves.

He could feel as his breaths slowing down and all of the stress and tension leaves him while he’s watching her, lying on her stomach in front of the fireplace on top of a fluffy rug, with their daughter next to her, sitting above a parchment. Colouring pencils and crumpled papers are scattered around them while his two girls are drawing; the smile of his wife and the laughs of his daughter melt his heart and fill it with some kind of joy that Sirius could never imagined he’d be able to feel. 

Her gaze met with his when she looks up. She doesn’t know when he abandoned his work and decided he’d rather just gazing them in silence, but she smiles back at him before she turns to her daughter, whispering something in her ear which made the little girl giggling.

Sirius narrows his eyes but the smile stays on his lips, wondering what the girls are up to. A couple minutes later he gets the answers when his little daughter suddenly jumps of from the ground and run over to him, clutching on a parchment.  

“Daddy! I made this for you!” - She yells while Sirius catches and lift her up. She sits on his knee and looking up at him while Sirius examining the parchment.

“A dog.” - He says in amusement, throwing a half glance at Y/N, who spoke up loudly when their eyes met. 

“A big, shaggy black dog with pink collar, do you like it?”

He looks back at his daughter. “It’s beautiful! Why haven’t you told me you’re an artist?”

She giggles and bury her face on her dad’s arm, murmuring “I’m an artist” before she jumps down and hurry back to continue her drawings.


“Sirius, we’re going to be late!” - Y/N said, standing in the hall while her daughter tries to open the door, because as always, she can’t wait to go somewhere. 

He runs down and stops in front of her, placing a hand on her arm. “Actually, I need to do something first. You just go, see you later.”

“What? Were are you going? Please, James will probably cry if you skip this.”

“It’s a surprise.” - He winks at her and press a kiss on her forehead before he’s already rushing back upstairs. - “Tell Prongs I love him too.”


They arrive back early on the afternoon, but Sirius still isn’t home - at least for another hour when the fire’s colour finally change, forecasting that somebody will come in the next seconds.

“Hello, love.” - He said, stepping out from the fireplace with a grin on his face. 

She raised her eyebrows. “I started to think you ran away.”

He growls, walking closer. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

“I hoped so.” - She closed the gap between them, placing a soft kiss on his lips. - “So, where have you been?”

He took a half step back before he starts to roll up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing the newest tattoo on him - a familiar picture of a dog with a pink collar.

She gasps and steps closer again, staring his arm for a second before she looks back up at him. “Sirius this is the sweetest thing, oh my god…”

“Do you like it?” - He asked in a low voice, cupping her cheek. 

“I love it!”

He kisses her again slowly, but stops when he hears the tiny footsteps on the wooden floor, which making him pull back and bend down, showing the tattoo to his daughter too. In the moment she realized what she saw, she took a loud, sharp breath in and widened her eyes before she quickly clutched her little arms around Sirius’ neck. “Do you like it honey?”

“Mhm.” - She mumbled, still not letting go of him. 


“I have another one for you.” - Sirius said after the little girl just fell asleep on the couch, turning to Y/N.

“Another what?” - She asks with a confused face, so he just quickly takes his t-shirt off. Y/N raises her eyebrows and stares his chest, trying to find anything new on the so familiar body when she finally sees her own name with tiny letters. - “You really want to make me cry today? This is so cute.” - She says, running her fingertips through his skin.

Sirius embraces her shoulder and pulling her closer, pressing a kiss on her temple. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” - She says, resting her head on his chest. - “Maybe I’ll do something too. Your name. Or the Canis Major? That’d be pretty.”

“Everything is pretty on you.” - He said. - “Or off you.”

She rolls her eyes and bit her lip, but can’t suppress the satisfied grin on her face as she sitting there with his arms arounds her, with their daughter sound asleep sweetly next to them.


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