i just wasn't comfortable or want to know you a little better

Frost (ThunderFrostIron)(Chapter One)

Welcome to the Story! This picks up a few weeks after the last Chapter of STORMS, disregarding the epilogue in that fic. It will focus more on Loki’s mental health and healing with Tony and Thor helping with his journey.

For those of you who didnt read Storms– Hjartslattur means heartbeat and is used to describe Tonys relationship to Thor. Elskan Min means beloved and is Thor’s name for Tony.

Like and Reblog to be added in the next chapter! Can’t wait to hear what everyone thinks about it! Drop a comment or hit up my ask box!



Prologue– Several Weeks Ago

“Anthony.” Thor reached for Tony’s hand and held it tight, joining Loki on the lawn of the Avengers compound. “Are you ready to leave with me then? To go to Asgard with me?”

Tony looked at the team gathered in front of the doors, rubbed uncomfortably at his chest and the reminder of Siberia that he was always going to have.“Yes.” Tony said firmly. “I’m ready to leave with you. I’m ready for–for Asgard.”

Are you?” Loki asked, and his hand pressed just lightly at the small of Tony’s back, then slipped underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Loki’s hand was ice cold, then suddenly burning hot and Tony shuddered a little, staring up at the Trickster God, who was looking down at him with something unreadable in his green eyes.

“Ye-yes.” Tony stammered, then glanced up at Thor who was watching them both with a curious, but pleased, expression.

“My brother and I have shared many things, all the centuries we have been together.” Thor said then, and ran his fingers lightly over Tony’s skin, smiling when the sparks jumped between their bodies. “Perhaps you will enjoy Asgard more than you think.”

“Indeed.” Loki’s skin seemed to ripple blue, but it was gone before Tony could be sure. “Some legends, say that the Trickster God and the Thunder God share a hjartslattur, that even though we are not truly family, we will share two pieces of the same soul, we will share the same heartbeat.”

Oh.” Tony squeaked when Loki pressed lightly against his back again, the touch first blindingly cold and then hot.

“Summon the bifrost, brother.” Loki commanded with another curious smile down at Tony. “Lets us take your hjartslattur home.”

Thor grinned, raising Mjolnir high, and with a roar of thunder and flash of light, they were gone.

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anonymous asked:

No offence but why asking for credits ? It's just pictures taken in game, it's not even fanart or writing so it's not like you DESERVE any thing. Any one can take the same pictures and even better most cases so your nothing special... You should stop you would do yourself a favor.

I do not believe that I am anything special. I am in no way professional, and I don’t think I ever pretended I was. I am just a FFXV fan among so many others, and whose desire to share her liking for said verse majorly goes through screenshots taking. So yes, this blog is really just a blog in which I share these non-professional and futile screenshots I take with the Ansel when journeying through FFXV. It’s a place where I share my very own feelings and love for the verse through edited shots. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t have the pretension to believe that this blog is something wonderfully particular and life-changing. I mean, it is special to me for it is my personal sanctuary, but there is no ulterior motive, no superior belief attached to it.

I do not share those shots because I believe they are special. I share them because like anyone who shares content on this fandom, no matter the means they decide on to do it so be it through writing, art, gif making, videos, audio, opinions,… they are my way to get in touch with people who share the same passion. I want to exchange something with other fans through these shots, because it feels the most comfortable way to do it for me. We all have different ways and different interpretations for sharing what we love, and this is mine. This feels illegitimate to you and I understand it, this is your right and I am in no position to tell you what to appreciate and what to despise, but I am however in my right to ask for the slightest bit of respect in return.

Why asking for credit then? Because no matter how mediocre and awful you think I and/or my shots are, it takes me time and energy not only to come up with those screenshots, but also to edit them, and to post them regularly in order to keep this blog active. Yes, I spend hours on these, and I’m not even sharing one third of my stock; therefore I do believe that I am in my own right to ask for others to acknowledge and respect the time, energy and efforts I spend on this shots I post by doing so little as linking them back to my blog. It’s not about the quality, or whether you think it’s inferior to other forms of content or not, it’s about getting recognition for my hard work. And I don’t think it’s too much to ask.

Now, no one prevents you from doing what I do. Play the game, take screenshots, share them with other people. And you might even decide to let others use them without crediting you, that is up to you to decide of your own terms. But you do not have the right to tell me what I must do with my very own work no matter what your thoughts on it are. It’s about time people are able to enjoy the things they enjoy the way they want to enjoy it without having to justify any of those ways. You don’t even have to agree with others’ takes and positions on things, you just have to accept and respect the very fact that they have different ways. They are not harming anyone. I am not harming anyone. So I will definitely NOT stop doing what I love doing because you do not appreciate my way of doing it, not unless I genuinely want to. The only favor I owe myself is to keep doing what I love to do for as long as I want to do it.

BTS REACTION: You get flustered when they call you a nickname (Hyung Line)

A/N: I didn’t know if I should do it for the Maknae Line as well since it was only requested for the Hyung Line. Let me know if you want me to do the ML as well :) I hope you like it 💜

Gifs are not mine unless otherwise stated.

Credit goes to the owner.


You and Jin had invited his parents over for a barbecue dinner. The two of you had spent the whole day preparing everything. You’ve been anxious leading up to this dinner and Jin had to make sure to keep telling you that it’ll be fine. You had met his parents before but you had never invited them into your home where you would cook for them so this first time really put some pressure on you.

Luckily, the dinner was going great so far. You were talking a lot about your job, your last vacation and of course the all time favourite topic of his and your parents; marriage and babies. Since it was somehow uncomfortable for the both of you Jin tried to avoid the question moving on to something else.

“Babe, why don’t you tell them about the new house your parents just bought?” Jin asked to dodge the actual questions. It took you some seconds to realize that he was talking to you and when you did you blushed deeply. You stuttered at first but tried to keep smiling and carry on with the story.

After the dinner and as soon as his parents had left you started the dishes to get everything done. You didn’t notice Jin coming up behind you until you felt his arms wrapped around your torso and his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that at dinner” he almost whispered in your ear.

“Noticed what?” You asked playing all innocent. 

He chuckled, “Don’t pretend you don’t know, Babe”

You froze a little and that pink shade found it’s way back to your cheeks so he added, “See that’s what I’m talking about”

You pushed him away slightly, “You shouldn’t call me that infront of your parents. That’s so embarrassing”

He only laughed at how cute you were. As he stepped closer again he cupped your cheeks feeling how hot they were from embarrassment but instead of backing off he only made it worse for you.

“Why not? They know you’re my Babe” he laughed knowing what it does to you as you slapped his hands away.

“Oh my god, stop!”

“Your so cute when you get all flustered” he came close again hugging your waist lazily as you pouted which made him chuckle, “alright, alright. I won’t call you Babe infront of my parents anymore”

You sighed in relief feeling your cheeks cooling down, “Thank you!”

“Next time I’ll call you baby girl”


Originally posted by gotbangboys


You didn’t have a really good week at work so when it was finally Friday you were looking forward to a stress free weekend. First though, you needed to take a hot shower to help you relax and get more comfortable.

You were in the middle of your shower, the warm water was running down your spine leaving you in shivers when you heard Yoongi enter your bathroom. You weren’t sure what he was doing but you heard him walking around as you proceeded with your shower. When you were done you grabbed your towel which was hanging up and covered up your body before stepping out. You saw Yoongi going through the clean laundry basket looking for something. He gave you a smile when he saw you, “Hey, how was your day?”.

“It was….okay” you said with a fake smile.

“Just okay?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I guess”

There’s been some issues at your work and Yoongi knew about all of them. He kept trying to cheer you up and telling you that it would get better eventually but it didn’t. He was being so sweet, asking you every day about it.

“Well” he said standing up and walking towards you, “sounds like I need to fight someone”

You chuckled a little as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “What are you talking about?”

“What? You really think I let them treat my baby like that?”

It was only one word. A word you had never heard before from him and it made you blush deeply. Not wanting him to see you covered your face with your hands but he wasn’t dumb.

He laughed, “Don’t tell me you really get that shy when I call you baby?”

“You never called me that before” you mumbled into your hands before you felt his hand putting them down.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t think about it. You’re my baby”

You tried to cover up your face again but he held your hands down. You still looked down out of embarrassment making him laugh even more.

“You’re so cute baby. Don’t worry you will get used to it” he kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear.

“I mean, you have to because I won’t stop….baby”

Originally posted by taesamorcito


This was your first day off in a while and you would have preferred to spend it at home where you could relax and watch some movies but you really needed to go and buy a new dress for that wedding next weekend that you got invited to. Hoseok was more than willing to join you seeing himself as the best judge in what would look best on you.

You’ve been strolling around the store for some time and with the help of a lovely staff woman you had a few dresses that you wanted to try on. Hoseok sat down in the changing room are while you went to try on the dresses.

After you tried on the first dress which had been your favourite out of all of them you were pretty happy with how it looked but you still wanted Hoseok’s opinion on it.

You stepped out looking at your boyfriend who was sitting with his phone in his hand. As he looked up a big smirk appeared on his face as he said, “Looking good, baby”.

You instantly froze at the nickname, the heat filling your cheeks and you stuttered something random before quickly getting back inside the changing room.

Not a second after the curtain was moved just for Hobi to step in and close it behind him.

“What-” you said surprised, “Get out!”

A huge smile on his face he said, “You’re too cute when you get all flustered but I didn’t expect you to get so deeply shy at me calling you Baby?! I mean it’s not the first time”

“Well it’s the first time in public” you defended wishing the blush would fade away from your cheeks, “there were other people around and I noticed their looks. That’s embarrassing. Standing here with me doesn’t help either”

“Who cares about other people? They only give you looks because no one calls them baby”

“Hoseok” you whined since he didn’t seem to get where you were coming from.

“Okay, No more calling you nicknames in public. I got it” he said with a small smile making you feel a little more relieved.

“Thank you. Now get out!" 

He got out and you finished up. When you stepped out the staff that had helped you before asked if that was all you needed and you nodded your head yes before Hobi stepped in saying something that made you wanna die right there.

"I don’t know. I think we should look for some new underwear as well, Baby”

Originally posted by jaayhope


You and Namjoon were enjoying your free weekend by laying in bed and basically doing nothing. The TV was on but none of you were seriously watching anything. Namjoon was on his phone while you went trough some university books not really reading anything. You had actually planned on going to the park by the river but it rained and stormed all day so you just ended up here.

You were looking through one of your language books when you felt Namjoon moving on the bed and getting closer to you. His hand reached passed you and you only turned towards him with a raised eyebrow. He sighed leaning back.

“Can you please hand me the remote?” He asked.

You looked around and found it on the night stand to your right. You grabbed it and passed it over to him.

“Thanks, babe” he said before changing the channel. You froze for a second not sure if you had heard him right.

“What?” You asked bluntly being confused.

“I said thanks”

“No the other part”

He looked at you confused not sure what you were talking about, “Babe?”.

You’ve never felt your cheeks heat up faster. You turned away from him embarrassed since he’d never called you that before.

He only laughed, “C'mon don’t be shy now”

He came closer to you and hugged you from behind which made you even more flustered.

“Don’t be so shy, Baby. It’s just me” he said sweetly but still laughing as you covered up your face trying to ingnore him.

“Baby~” he echoed purposely.

“Baby girl” he added making you shiver and him laugh.

“Please stop” you whined out of embarrassment into your hands.

He chuckled, “Okay, I will”.

You sighed before he added, “but only if you admit that your my baby”.

He made you feel so flustered but you really wanted this to end so you just mumbled into your hands, “I’m your baby”.

A proud smile spread on his lips, “You’re so cute, babe. I love you” and he softly kissed your heated cheek.

Originally posted by kazumitatzumi

Love yourself xoxo

  • Rich Person: I got a burger that wasn't exactly how I asked for it once so nobody DESERVES a higher minimum wage
  • Foodservice Worker: You stupid, ignorant piece of shit.
  • Foodservice Worker: Let me explain you a thing:
  • Foodservice Worker: Your precious burger was made wrong for one of two reasons; either the restaurant was understaffed and the few people in it were rushing to get too much work done at once and an honest mistake happened, or some kid who didn't know better or just didn't care made it.
  • Foodservice Worker: And believe you me, if some idiot kid is screwing up peoples's orders on a regular basis, the restaurant would LOVE to fire them.
  • Foodservice Worker: But they CAN'T, because they're so goddamned understaffed that they can't afford to lose ANYONE, not even their worst employees.
  • Foodservice Worker: And why are they understaffed? Because the corporation that owns the restaurant is only willing to pay the minimum wage allowed by law, which is far below a comfortable living wage.
  • Foodservice Worker: Almost nobody is WILLING to take on a job like that for so little money, so nobody takes the job, so they STAY understaffed all the time and they can't hire anyone to replace the people they desperately want to fire.
  • Foodservice Worker: If the minimum wage went up, there would be WAY more people willing to take the job. They'd have so many applicants, they could afford to get rid of all but the best employees. Anyone wanting to keep their job would actually have to learn to work hard and try to earn it.
  • Foodservice Worker: They'd all be competing so hard to do the best job they can, you'd never get bad service or an incorrect burge again.
  • Foodservice Worker: So get this through your thick fucking skull, you piece of human garbage:
  • Foodservice Worker: If you expect this job to be DONE RIGHT. and DONE QUICKLY.
  • Foodservice Worker: Then it is worth $15 an hour.
  • Foodservice Worker: If you don't agree then you can learn to cook your own damn meals, you inept fucking man-infant.

anonymous asked:

DA:I request please, where Quizzie wasn't paying attention and walked right into some skunks? GIFS are awesome too

Fun fact: tomato juice is a lie and doesn’t get rid of the smell. 

Everyone cringes so hard it physically hurts, combined with screams and groans. 

Cassandra: She covers her mouth in shock, then her nose as the smell hits her. She grimaces and groans and her face is wrinkled into an expression of utter disgust as she tries to speak. “Back to camp, now. You’re staying at the edge of camp. Downwind .” If Romanced: She feels bad about sending him away from camp, but it’s for the sake of everyone else in camp. She brings him books where he sits and hopes the stench doesn’t permeate her or the books, and consults the others for a quicker cure than time– for him AND her.

Blackwall: Skunks are one of the many dangers of the Hinterlands. He handles the stench better than most, taking it in stride as he helps them move their stuff to the edge of camp. He’s also one of the few that will go hang out with them until the smell is gone. If Romanced: He was walking with her and tried to jump in the way a second too late, and both get sprayed and exiled to the edge of camp. “Well,” he grunts, “at least we stink together.”

Iron Bull: “Phew.” he grunts bluntly. “Alright, come on, we’ll get you somewhere downwind until we get the smell off.” He proceeds to dump an unnamed poultice on them courtesy of Stitches, and they complain it burns as he does so. “Good, that means it’s burning it off,” he says cheerfully, a clothespin on his nose, “I had to do this to some of the Chargers once. I swear it works.” If Romanced: Like Blackwall, he ends up getting sprayed, too, and both sit at the edge of camp as he waits for either Stitches or Vivienne to bring a poultice to get rid of the smell. “It’s not so bad, Kadan,” he says, trying to cheer them up, “so we smell like ass. At least no one wants to ambush us like this.”

Sera: “Gross! Gross, gross, gross, eckkk, you stink!” she cries nasally as she covers her nose. “I told you not to just go stompin’ around like that! Nasty little bastards got you!” She avoids them and pinches her nose tight if she has to speak to them, but sometimes shoots arrows with messages over to their spot of exile. Sorry you stink worse than shite, it says. If Romanced: She’s trying everything, from dumping random elixirs on them to squeezing tomatoes on them, until finally she asks Vivienne for help. “Make her smell better,” she groans, “so I can kiss her again without smelling as bad as her.”

Varric: He doubles back, groaning, and he winces at them as he covers his mouth and nose. “Come on,” he groans, “let’s… get you out of here. Maker, this is why I hate the outdoors.” As they get treated with a poultice later, he strolls up with a clothespin and promises not to include this in his story.

Cole: The smell doesn’t bother him in the least; it’s the hurt and humiliation that the Inquisitor feels, as well as the pain of the party members. “The skunks were scared,” he apologizes on their behalf, “you just surprised them. They wouldn’t have if they knew you were scared, too.” He’s the only one that will sit with them the whole time without complaint.

Dorian: Skunks don’t live as far north as Tevinter, and when the smell hits him for the first time, he gags and dry-heaves, trying really hard to not vomit. His stomach can’t handle the stench. “How do we get the smell off of them?!” he begs the others. “Because it’s hurting me as much as them!” If Romanced: He feels bad that he can’t go comfort his amatus, but he’ll actually start throwing up if he’s by him for too long. He’s also mortified by the idea of the smell getting stuck on him, so he settles for shooting paper airplanes at them with messages of love. 

Solas: He grimaces and tries to maintain his composure, but the Herald saw the stinkface he made. He tries to stay polite, but the smell is nauseating him. He consults spirits in the Fade and old memories for possible cures. If Romanced: He tries to assure her that he’ll find a solution quickly, and talks to her at length in the Fade because the smell in the real world doesn’t follow. “You’re handling this worse than I am.” she remarks dryly, and he declines to comment.

Vivienne: She tries to handle it pragmatically as she holds a handkerchief to her face and orders them downwind of camp. She consults her books for a poultice that can get rid of the stench after Sera’s attempt with tomato juice fails, and she goes into town, buys ingredients, and makes a cure. They thank her profusely, and she sighs and nods. “Believe me, Darling, it was for our sakes as much as yours. Do be more careful in the future.”

Josephine: Horrified screaming results, and she suddenly regrets not telling them to not go investigate the strange noises under the tavern. She feels really bad as she’s forced to boot them from Skyhold to a small tent just outside until the problem is solved, but she, like Dorian and Solas, get physically nauseous by the smell. If Romanced: She feels SO BAD for not being able to visit them without getting sick. She’s begging the others to help her find a solution, and is surprised to find Leliana knows one. Lots of hugs after it’s over, though.

Leliana: She immediately writes up a cure and sends it to Adan to craft with haste. She shrugs as Josephine asks her why she knows it. “Alistair and the Warden’s dog got sprayed once when we were travelling Ferelden during the Blight. It’s not the worst thing that can happen. In the meanwhile, someone should fetch the humane traps to escort our guests out of Skyhold…”

Cullen: He hears about it after the fact– or smells it, rather, and knows someone’s been sprayed, but he didn’t expect it’d be the Herald. He doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it, and tells his gagging soldiers to pull themselves together. If Romanced: He feels so bad for her. He goes and stays with her until Adan has the cure, and insists he doesn’t mind. “I’m more concerned about how you’re feeling. Maker knows that can’t have been pleasant.” 

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Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

Warnings-Smut, Swears

Can you do a thing where you and Dan have been dating for a while now and things get really heated but you tell Dan that you’re a virgin?

It had been three months since the two of you had started dating. You had told Dan that you weren’t comfortable with having sex until you got to know him better. He agreed that it is a very personal experience to share with someone. It wasn't something you wanted to share with someone to only have your heart broken moments after.

The sexual tension between the two of you could be felt every time the two of you hung out. You knew you were ready to let things progress with Dan but there was one little problem that the two of you had never actually discussed.You were a virgin. A glorified woman who had never felt the touch of a man. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn't gotten further with someone before. You had just never gotten to the point where you had felt comfortable with another person to share such an intimate time.

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this was supposed to be a funny drabble and somehow turned into sad, unrequited bittyholtz

“I don’t get it,” Holster said, sloshing his beer around. Ransom sighed, but reasoned with himself that the attic floor had seen a lot worse.

“Are we still talking about Jack and Bits?” Ransom asked, standing to grab another Natty from the 24-pack. Lukewarm beer was not the BEST, but the downstairs fridge was full of Lardo’s shit and the kitchen fridge was…off limits as long as they kept wanting pie. (And they sure as fuck did.)

“Yeah,” Holster said, taking another gulp and not even pretending to look at his International Finance notes. “I just don’t get it.”

Ransom managed to absorb a total of three words from his own reading before finding he was too distracted by Holster. “What don’t you get?” He asked. "Jack being g- bi or whatever? It’s a little surprising, yeah, but I mean…all that fanfiction was built on something, y'know?“ 

Holster shook his head, leaning back in his desk chair and contemplating the ceiling. "Nah, man, I mean, I don’t get why Bits would date Jack. Bitty’s, like, the nicest person we know – like, totally a three-way tie between him, Chow, and Mother Teresa-" 

 "We know Mother Teresa?” Ransom chirped. Holster chucked a pencil at him, glaring.

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Unexplained Nervousness

For @aquilacalvitium

PAIRING: Platonic Moxiety

WARNINGS: Panic attacks

WORDS: 404

Fun Fact: This story is actually an adaptation of a more restrictive story I once wrote a while ago!

Virgil was sitting on the couch one day, curled up in a ball. The summer air was extremely hot and stuffy, but that didn’t stop him from shaking. He had lost track of how long he had been sitting there; all he knew was that he wasn’t sure if he could physically remember how to get up.

Finally, Patton walked into the room. Virgil looked up, relieved to finally see the one person who knew how to comfort him. He gave Patton a shaky grin, and Patton came over to sit next to him.

“Hey, kiddo!” Patton said gently. “You all right there?”

Virgil looked down and shook his head.

“Well…what’s wrong?” Patton asked. He was met with a shrug.

“Just…unexplained nervousness?” he guessed. Virgil nodded, and Patton sighed in relief. At least they were getting somewhere.

“Okay, that’s fair. Can you talk?” Patton went on.

Virgil shook his head.

“Alright, well, that definitely does…complicate things. But we can make this work,” he said, although he didn’t sound too sure of himself. “I’ll just offer you different things and you just nod or shake your head if you want them or not. Okay?”

Virgil gave a small thumbs up, and Patton smiled a little. “Do you want some water?” he began.

Virgil shook his head, still staring straight in front of him.

“Well…what about a blanket?” Patton asked timidly.

Virgil thought it over and nodded, and Patton got up to get a blanket from his room. He came back and draped it around Virgil, who was still sitting in the same spot on the couch. Patton sat down next to him.

“Okay, so I know you said you didn’t want to talk…but would it make you feel better to listen to me talk for a while? It’s okay if not,” he added quickly.

Virgil smiled a little, but shook his head.

“You just want to sit in silence then?” A nod.

“Okay, that’s fair,” Patton replied. He leaned back on the couch and gazed back at his best friend, waiting patiently for him to make the next move.

Finally after around fifteen minutes of sitting in silence, Virgil came out of his blanket and leaned over to hug Patton. Patton returned the hug and rubbed his back.

“Thanks for being so understanding, Pat. I really appreciate it,” Virgil said shakily.

“Of course!” Patton said, tightening his grip. “Anytime, kiddo.”

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@saiiven First of all I would like to apologize for this taking so long I’ve been sick and I have been caught up with Japanese and Saulteaux lessons and drawings, I didn’t have anytime to write ;(( but thanks for my first request love ❤️

⚠️Warning ⚠️ THIS MAY BE OOC

Originally posted by maybe-she-wont

Elijah Kamski headcannons

Elijah is low key pissed if you decided to shoot one of the Chloe’s or high key relieved if you choose to spare her

Elijah doesn’t particularly like drama or huge events because of this he tends to shy away from any celebrity trends or events. His only acceptation is when he’s being interviewed about his creations.

Kamski is secretly happy and giddy when talking about them

Kamski, if it wasn’t already obvious, loves colder climates. Summer isn’t his forte.

He has nicknames for all several Chloe’s and can tell them apart

nicknames include Clover, Cleo, Demeter, Chlobear, Chlo, Coco and Lo

Clover, Chlobear, and Lo calls him “Eli” which he secretly likes

despite how the Chloe’s ability to never tire from housework he still helps them with cleaning

on that note he tends to be a clean freak, not over the top though just enough to fit his sleek and modern aesthetic

he’s a assorted licorice candy man

he also love candy corn f i g h t m e

in his younger years he was a huge fanboy of I R O N M A N

he even made a replica suit

absolute NERD for MCU and DC

when he was little he was a internet troll™ and professional hacker™

Hacker voice: I’m in

Okay but dating this man is romantic AF

we all know he is discreet and more on the private side. So it takes him a while to warm up to you.

on the other hand the Chloe’s warm up to you almost immediately, they all love you as they have never really had much contact with other people, especially other females

Kamski gets you only the finest wines and steak diners, he makes sure he and the Chloe’s treat you like the royality you are

Elijah gives you pet names like, sweetheart, dearest, darling, my love, angel, my dove, my hearts desire, lovebird and the list goes on and on

during the relationship he wants honesty and loyalty. He also wants you to voice want you want, and make your own decisions

his vocabulary is vast as we all know but he finds it cute if you tilt your head in confusion to a new word

He is never controlling towards you it’s against his own beliefs

Kamski makes sure you’re always comfortable with everything, even the little things such as the temperature or your own room decor

Kamski is very observant and can tell when something or someone is bothering you

if you’re ever down about anything he will cuddle with you in a warm blanket ,whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pepper kisses against your neck

giving you neck kisses are his favourite

he happy to see if you show interest in science and technology he can spend hours talking about it and explaining it in a simple yet informative way, even better than most teachers.

In other words I’m sure kamski is a loving partner a true romantic


Elijah can tie knots with cherry stems with his toungue ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

This is all I could think of right now, I’m not sure about his character so it might be OOC I apologize if it is but again I can’t thank you enough for my first request love ♥️


Requested: My aunt passed away three years ago and she was my best friend in the whole world. Whenever I have bad days, I throw one of her old sweatshirts on and curl up in it because it’s giant on me. Could you maybe do an imagine where Shawn notices his gf is curled up in a sweatshirt that has the same meaning as mine, so he snuggles with her and makes her day better???


Originally posted by sensualkisses

Its one of those days, those days where you miss your aunt so much that you feel like the hole in your heart from missing her is going to destroy you. One of those days where you want to collapse into yourself because you miss her so much and you don’t want to have to exist without her. One of those days where you want more than anything for her to just be here with you. 

They say it is supposed to get better with time, but as time passes all you can think about is how she’s not here to see everything thats happening in your life. She would have liked Shawn, you’re sure of it. But that makes you even more sad because she passed away before you met Shawn, so she never got to meet him. She never got to tell you that you did good. Or tell Shawn that if he broke your heart that he’d have to answer to her. But you know she would have said both those things had she been around to say it.  

You’re curled up on the couch, wearing your aunts sweatshirt. Its big on you, and you wear it whenever you miss her. It makes you feel closer to her. The front door slams, signaling that Shawn just arrived home. You wipe a few stray tears from your eyes, not wanting him to know you’ve been crying. “Y/n, are you home?” You hear Shawn’s voice float from the entryway, although you can’t see him yet. You don’t answer right away. You just want to sleep, and you don’t want Shawn to worry about you if he finds out you’re sad. So you close your eyes, and pretend to be asleep as you hear Shawn’s footsteps approaching. 

You assume that Shawn will notice you’re asleep and probably go off to the kitchen to find himself food or something, but you’re startled when you feel his fingers gently thread through your hair. When his lips come into contact with your forehead, your eyes flutter open. “Hi baby,” He whispers, gazing down at you. 

“How did you know I wasn’t sleeping?” You question, knowing Shawn would not have reacted that way had he believed you were actually sleeping. 

“You’re wearing her sweatshirt, and theres still tear stains on your cheeks.” He explains solemnly before moving you slightly so he can sit down on the couch and pull you into his arms. He kisses you before puling you even closer, letting the comfort of his arms engulf you. You don’t respond, instead, you simply bury your face in his t-shirt, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. After a few minutes of your sniffling being the only sounds between to you, Shawn finally speaks, “Its okay to be sad, you know.” You just press yourself closer to him, and he responds by holding your tighter. 

Sometimes there are no words that will make anything better. Sometimes its just having someone there with you that makes things better. And you still miss your aunt so much, but at least Shawn is here with you. It doesn’t make everything better, but it does make that hole you feel from missing her feel a little less like it’s about to break you in two and leave you crying on the ground. 

After a few more moments of silence, Shawn suggests, “How about we have pizza and watch a movie?” 

“I thought you were going out with Brian and Matt tonight, its boys night.” You respond, knowing that was what Shawn had planned for the night.

“My girl comes first. So pepperoni?” He questions, pulling out his phone and going through his contacts for your favorite pizza place nearby.

“Shawn, it’s fine. Just go, I promise I’ll be fine.”  

“I’m not leaving. Stop trying to get rid of me babe. So pepperoni?”

“I’m not trying to get rid of you, I just don’t want you to cancel on Brian and Matt on such short notice.”

“They’ll live.” He responds. “I’m going to get pepperoni pizza.” He calls the pizza place before you can reply. He made a decision because you wouldn’t answer. He knows you love pepperoni pizza. “And those bread things you like, what are they called? Cheese br– Hi, can I place an order for delivery?” Shawn orders the pizza, and your favorite cheesy garlic bread bites. 

When he finally hangs up the phone after placing the order and giving them the address, you lean up to kiss him, which he happily returns. “Thank you Shawn,” You’re so grateful for him and the way that he cares so much and knows just how to make your bad days better. 

Female Fronted Bands and Things He Wasn't Supposed To Hear | Steve Rodgers x Reader

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Steve Rodgers x reader

Requested: Yes!

        “ 89 with Steve rogers please? “ 

          89: here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked

Summary:  You, Avenger and lead singer of a band, and Steve Rodgers are great friends, but will a drunken slip of the tongue ruin that? 

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, alcohol

Words: 3636

A/N: My first smut! Ill put a ‘read more’ right before it so I don’t subject anyone to anything they dont want to see. Bare with me, this story is a bit rough and choppy and I am not very happy with it at all. Comments, reblogs, and feedback are super appreciated and encouraged!

“Stevie, I didn’t know you were home!” You grin as you get up from your bed and walk over the doorway where he stood to hug him. He had just gotten back from a week long mission, and much to your satisfaction, you were the first person he went to to tell he was home.  You had been scrolling away on your computer while laying on your bed when you heard a knock on the door. After yelling a ‘come in’ you were met with a smiling Steve.

             “I just got back,” He laughed, squeezing you tightly and lifting you off your feet a bit in the hug. You loved Steve hugs, they were always long and meaningful and he always held you tight against his chest.

             “How’d the mission go?” You ask as you pull away, motioning for him to enter your room to sit down to talk. Steve was one of your best friends, and you were one of his, so you never told him about the small crush you had had on him since the first time you had laid eyes on him.

             “Good, we got the information we needed, but it was really tedious.” He shrugged as he sat down on the end of the bed where you joined him. “I’m sorry I had to miss your concert.”

             Before your cover was blown that you were actually a world class assassin and recruited to join the Avenger’s in exchange for no charges filed against you, your day job and alias was as a lead singer in a band. When you first joined the team of superhero’s, the musical group disbanded, but once you got more comfortable with your role you decided you could still do music on the side, performing in bars around New York. And what was better for publicity than being a superhero?

             “Don’t worry about it,” You said with a dismissive wave of your hand, you understood why he couldn’t be there so weren’t upset with him. Though it was a bit disappointing when you looked out the crowd while up on stage and didn’t see his smiling face looking up at you from the mass of people.  “We’ll have more,”

             “I know, but it still made me sad that I had to miss it.” He shrugged, giving you a warm smile that made your heart melt. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he was pale, no doubt from fitful sleep, if any, on the mission.

             “Stevie, you look exhausted, you should get some sleep.” You frown, concern evident your face, reaching out and squeezing his arm.

             “I know, I just wanted to come by and tell you I’m back before heading to bed.”

             You smile at this and he returns it with a bashful one before standing up.

“That’s sweet, thank you. Goodnight, I hope you can catch up on some of the sleep you missed.”

             Standing in front of the stove, clad in an oversized one of Steve’s shirts over a pair of shorts, you yawn as you fry half a dozen eggs. Two for you, four for Steve. It was a tradition between the two of you, whoever woke up first made the other breakfast, and since it was a fifty-fifty chance who woke up earlier considering you both woke up at the crack of dawn normally, you figured the favor would even out. This morning though you were unsure whether or not he would be awake in time for the food to still be hot when he arrived, considering how tired he had looked the previous night. Though your worries were eased when he walked in just as you were putting them on a plate and the toasted popped from the toaster.

             “Breakfast? For me? You’re so sweet.” He teased as you handed him a plate. Every morning that you cooked, he’d say those same six words, and every morning, it never ceased to make you smile. You loved mornings, mostly because you got to see Steve in his pajamas, which consisted of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and a white t-shirt at least one size too small that hugged him in all the right places. He sets the plate down before going to the fridge to get himself something to drink. You were also fond of this angle so you made sure to put the orange juice on the bottom shelf before he arrived. “What are you up to today?”

             “Training then band practice,” You say before taking a bite of your breakfast, swatting away Sam’s hand when he tries to steal your toast after he walks in. “Hey, don’t take that, I made those for Steve,” You snap good naturedly at your friend who then attempted to take Steve’s food while his back was turned since you wouldn’t hand over your toast.

             Before Steve looks up, ready to defend his food from Sam, the breakfast thief shoots you a look that says ‘oh sweetheart, you’ve got it bad,’ and you flick your middle finger up at him, which Steve does see.

             “Y/N, language,” Steve warns as he sits down next to you.

             “I didn’t even say anything!” You defend, gesturing wildly with your hands.

             “You know what I mean.” You get an elbow to the side and you glare at him before you both break out laughing.

             Later when you were sitting on the couch with Steve, resting your feet on his lap while he sketched, lounging between training and band practice, Wanda and Natasha came in, standing in front of you and blocking your view of the TV. Granted, you were watching more of Steve than you were the screen, but it was still annoying.

             You sigh dramatically, looking up at the two women, “Yes?”

             “Girls night, tonight. After your music thing. No excuses.” Natasha’s tone of voice left no room for debate.

             “Going out or staying in?” You ask after you chuckle because of Nat’s demanding rather than asking.

             “Staying in.” Wanda answered.

             “Face masks, nail painting, and alcohol?” You ask, eyebrow raising

             “Face masks.” Nat nodded.

             “Nail painting.” Wanda said next.

             “And alcohol.” You all finish together.

             “I vote Natasha picks out the vodka this time because she’s Russian and the last time we let Y/N pick out the alcohol she bought Fleishman’s and I swear that was the nastiest shit I’ve ever tasted.” Wanda glared at you dramatically, hands on her hips.

             “Listen, it’s cheap and I went to state university. Fleishman’s is a nostalgic comfort drink for me.” You put your hands up in resignation, scrunching up your nose. “But I agree, Nat, you do have fantastic taste.” All the while, you hadn’t moved your feet from Steve’s lap, and you kept noticing him glance over at you, but you figured it was the silly conversation that was calling his attention so you ignored it. The other two woman stood around and chatted for a moment before leaving you and Steve to your own devices again.

             “Whatcha drawin’? You sit up quickly and peek over his shoulder, not giving him any time to pull the sketch book away. Your bottom lip was clamped down between your teeth but it was quickly let go when your jaw dropped. On the page in front of you was your own likeness, leaning back on the couch, looking up, and smiling. There were two rough outlines of your two female friends where you were looking up at, but all the detail was reserved for you. “Wow, Stevie, this is fantastic.” You breathed out, looking up at him.              

             He shifted uncomfortably, a heat rising to his face, “You think so?”

             “If it’s not vain to say, then yes.” Laughing, you flick your eyes back and forth between the drawing and him. You had been so in awe of the sketch you had completely disregarded personal space and you were just realizing how close your faces were. His eyes were set on yours when you stopped looking between the two and settled on him, that is, until he glances down at your lips.

             At first you second guessed yourself, he hadn’t really done it, telling yourself that your eyes were obviously off or something, that is, until he does it again. All you could think about was how much you wanted to press your lips roughly against his. You bite your bottom lip, moving forward slightly to close the distance, just enough that if your suspicions were wrong, it wouldn’t be obvious what you were thinking about.

             Before Steve had a chance to respond to your movement, your phone blared loudly from your back pocket. You could have screamed in frustration. More than one type of frustration, if you were being honest.

             “Y/L/N,” You answered in an official voice, expecting it to be about Avenger’s business since none of your friends really called.

             “Y/N!” Your bandmate, Jess, screamed into the phone so loud you had to pull it away quickly from your ear with a grimace. “Practice was supposed to start ten minutes ago, where are you?!”

             “Shit,” You mutter only to receive a poke to the side from Steve, who could obviously hear what you friend was yelling into the phone, “I’m on my way, sorry about that.”

             “I swear to god if you’re late because you’re busy lusting afte-“

             “Bye Jess.” Slamming your thumb down on the red icon, you end the call before she could finish.

             “Lusting after who?” Steve asks as you get up and quickly grab your keys.

             “Johnny Storm, obviously,” You point toward the TV, which was currently playing The Fantastic Four before you waved goodbye and sped to band practice.

             Your nails still wet, you tried to balance a shot glass between your fingers carefully to not smudge the polish. “Okay, Natasha, how do you say ‘I can kill a man with my left thumb,’”

             “Ya mogu ubit’ cheloveka bol'shim pal'tsem levoy ruk,” She said easily with a laugh, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. The two of you were sitting cross legged on the floor, you with your back to the door.

             “God that’s so hot, I swear if you weren’t in a relationship I’d jump your bones in a heartbeat.” You joke, kind of, before tilting your head back and downing another shot.

             “We all know whose bones you really want to jump.” Wanda said as she came back in the room after running to the kitchen to grab snacks and leaving the door open behind her. You were all to drunk and having too much fun to notice.

             “Shut up,” You warned as you dramatically pointed a scolding finger at her.

             “As if it isn’t honest you’ve got the hots for the resident super soldier,” Natasha scoffed, taking a bag of chips from Wanda’s hands. “You should tell him.”

             You lay back down on the floor, throwing one arm out to your side and the other over your eyes dramatically. “Tell him, how do you propose I do that?”

             “You could ask him out at a show, like set dedicate a song to him.” Wanda suggested with a shrug, though she quickly shut her mouth as he eyes were drawn to the movement at the door.

“Oh yeah, ‘this one goes out to my favorite star-spangled teammate, here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked  and could probably spend the rest of my life with you,’” You flail the arm that wasn’t over your eyes theatrically before letting it plop back down to the floor as you sigh.

             “Y/N.” Natasha said quietly and gently put hand on your leg and you knew something was up.

             You sat up quickly, frowning at her, but it was only after you followed her and Wanda’s gaze to the door did you realize the situation.

             “Well, shit.” You manage out, eyes meeting Steve’s. “Stevie, listen,”          

             “Y/N, you’re drunk, and I don’t want you to say anything you don’t mean, we can talk in the morning.” He said quietly but firmly, grabbing onto the door handle and closing it before walking away.

             “How bad did I just fuck up.” You ask, scrunching your face up and closing your eyes as you turn back to face your girl friends.

             “On a scale from one to ten?” Natasha asked, glancing to Wanda.

             “About an eight.” They say in unison.

             “An eight as in I just ruined one of my most treasured friendships or an eight as in I just fucked up but it can be fixed.”

             “Too early to tell.” Wanda answered.

             “There is another option.” By the gleam in Nat’s eye, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. Or really good, depending.


             “He could be considering it.”

             “Shut up Natasha, as if.” You push her shoulder lightly and she laughs before you fall back down dramatically. “What the hell am I going to do.”

             “Just talk to him and hope for the best is all you can really do.” Wanda shrugged, hoping being nonchalant would help.

             “You’re right.” You nod, “All I can do is wait, sober up, hope I don’t have a killer headache tomorrow, and talk to him.”        

             After making sure you pushed liquid for several hours after the incident with Steve, you were pleasantly surprised when you woke up with only a mild throbbing behind your eyes that was quickly taken care of by some ibuprofen and a cold shower. You were in your robe, toweling your hair when you heard a knock at your door.

             “Come in!” You shouted, feeling comfortable enough with anyone in the tower to feel okay with them seeing you in your robe. Rifling through your drawers, your back was turned to the door, so when you heard the door creak open but no one said anything, you turned around with your brows furrowed.

             “Stevie, you can come in if you’d like.” You do your best to sound normal when you see him leaning against your door frame, arms crossed. You’ll never understand how someone could be so effortlessly gorgeous, you think to yourself. Not because of his muscles and fantastic figure, but you truly loved his eyes. Their color and the way they always perfectly projected his emotions, showing just how much he truly cared for everyone. His attractiveness for you wasn’t rooted in his physique, no, it was rooted in his heart and mind. Though his fantastic body was a perk. But you distinctly remember when you were sitting with him while he showed you photos of himself before the serum, you swore that, if you knew him then, you’d be just as much in love with him as you were not.

Forcing a smile at him, you turn your back and shuffle through your dresser again but slower this time so you’d stall having the conversation you knew you’d have to have.

             “How much do you remember from last night? You were pretty drunk.” He asks while stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

             “Enough,” You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as you pinch the bridge of your nose and turn to face him. “Look, Steve, I’m sorry, I get it if you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore.”

             “Y/N, don’t be silly, even if the feelings weren’t mutual I’d still want to spend time with you,” He shook his head, laughing as if it was the most unreasonably idea in the world.

             “Okay good,” You let out a sigh in relief, only to quickly take it back in as you replay his words in your head again. “Wait, if the feelings weren’t mutual? Are you saying they are?”

             He nodded, his eyes amused and smiling, “Considering we almost kissed on the couch yesterday I hope they are.”

             “Why didn’t you tell me?”

             “You think I wanted to risk our friendship?”

             “I supposed not.” You leaned back against your dresser, playing with the hem of your robe and avoiding eye contact with the man in front of you, “So, where do we go from here?”  

             “I have an idea,” He crossed the floor, closing the distance between you two in a few strides, and before he placed his hand on the back of your neck and brought his lips down to meet yours you noticed the slight pink tint on his cheeks and you wondered how someone could be so confident yet bashful at the same time.

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It Wasn't Acting

Summary: Heartbroken after catching his boyfriend - Oliver - cheating, Phil decides to leave him but then two weeks later, the doorbell rings and there stood his now-ex-boyfriend claiming that he wants Phil back. Phil denies Oliver’s pleas, leading him to become more aggressive but after secretly listening in on the conversation, Dan decides to interfere.

Length: little under 2k words

extra tags: fake relationship au, protective 


Phil’s POV
“I’ll get him for this, I promise. I will get him back.” Dan whispered, embracing me in a comforting hug as my tears soaked his shirt. He stroked my hair as I sobbed into his neck.
~ Time Lapse ~
I knocked on his door three times waiting for my boyfriend Oliver to open the door.
“Phil! What are you doing here?!” He gasped in a hushed tone.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve had a really bad day, and I was hoping that you could make me feel a little better.” I sighed reaching my arms out for a hug. Hesitantly, he hugged back.
“I’m sorry Phil,” he began, pulling away from the hug. “You-…you can’t be here.”
“Why not?” I asked concerned.
“It… It’s not the best time.” He exclaimed. “It’s just, I’ve got a lot of work… I don’t have a lot of spare time. I’m sorry.” He babbled.
“Okay, love,” I sighed. “I’ll leave you to your work, but text me, okay?” I asked.
“I will, don’t worry.” He smiled, leaning forwards and pecking my lips. “Love you.”
“I love you too-”
“Babe! What’s taking you so long?!”
Oliver’s face went white and his body tensed. I furrowed my brow in confusion before looking into his apartment to see a man wearing only an unbuttoned shirt, leaning against the doorframe to Oliver’s bedroom. My blood ran cold and I stood glued to the floor.
“Phil,” Oliver began cautiously. “I can explain.” He said, moving his hand into mine.
“Get off me.” I said, my voice trembling. I reached my hand up to my mouth and wiped my lips, thinking of how many other lips have touched Oliver’s. “Y-You…” I stammered, my lips quivering. “H-How could y-you?!” I screamed; my throat tightening,  my stomach twisting and hands and legs shaking made me feel sick. I had to get out of here. I had to leave.
“Phil! Please wait!” Oliver called as I ran with tears streaming down my face.
~ Back to Current Time ~
My eyes slowly fluttered open and squinted as the sun rays shone into my pupils. I stretched my body across my green and blue bedsheets when i suddenly became aware of the booming noise in my ears.
Bbbzzzzz! Bbzzz!
I groaned with annoyance before slowly getting out of bed and making my way to the door. I opened the door before freezing cold to the floor.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, looking at the disgusting figure who stood in front of me.
“I need you back Phil.”
Dan’s POV
Bbbzzzzz! Bbzzz!
I lifted my heavy eyelids with frustration reaching over to my phone resting on the bedside counter. Who the hell is ringing the doorbell at 10am on a Saturday? No-one in their right mind would think to get up this early.
I smiled as the infuriating noise came to a stop as I heard Phil answer the front door. I rolled back onto my stomach and began to fall back asleep.
“What are you doing here?” I heard from the front door. Phil’s voice is normally so relaxed and calm, but he sounded panicked and somewhat scared.
“I need you back Phil.”
I sat up immediately, my eyes widening and body tensing.
My jaw clenched and fists tightened at the thought of his name. How could he cheat on Phil? I have felt resentment towards him since I met him; the way he wrapped his arms around Phil roughly, always controlling him. His stupid light brown wavy hair that matched his stupid eyes that looked at Phil with love and care, only to realise that it wasn’t only Phil that he looked at like this. How could anyone cheat on someone so funny, so caring, so kind…. so perfect.
“It’s been months now. I’ve moved on. Besides, you are expecting my forgiveness after I caught another guy… In your bedroom.” Phil rambled.
I got up from bed and ran down the hallway quietly before hiding behind the wall and spied on them both at the doorway.
“I was wrong Phil. I was so, so, wrong to have done that to you. I love you. I love you so much.” He pled, reaching his hand out to stroke Phil’s cheek. “Please, Philly.” He whispered hoarsely into his ear.
Blood began to boil beneath my skin as I watched him mess with Phil’s emotions like this.
“Please, just leave.” Phil snapped, motioning for Oliver to leave.
“Come on Philly, I know you still love me.” He smirked stepping closer.
“Stop calling me ‘Philly’!” He shrieked.
'I’ll get him for this, I promise. I will get him back.’ The words echoed through my head and that’s when I decided I had to do something. I shot my eyes around the room desperately when my gaze landed on a purple felt pen resting on the table behind me and I was struck with a sudden idea.
Phil’s POV
“Stop calling me Philly!” I screeched.
“Sorry, baby.” He apologised, yet kept the smirk on his face. “I’ve missed you.” He exclaimed. “You complete me Phil. I love you. I need you.” Oliver finished, looking into my eyes, looking so innocent and pure. I smiled unconsciously at his small declaration. But that’s when I saw his eyes change. After seeing my reaction, they returned to their arrogant gaze filled with smugness and he began edging closer.
Biting his lip, I gulped as I remembered who he was and what he did - I don’t want this at all, I felt fear rise in my throat before I saw Oliver’s gaze drift from my face to behind me. Before I knew it I felt arms wrap around my neck pulling me backwards a few steps.
The arms then moved to my waist, pulling me firmly against a body behind me and I felt a face press into my neck.
“Come back to bed.” I heard Dan whisper hoarsely and sexually into my ear, loud enough for Oliver to hear.
“Dan?!” Oliver spluttered, looking as shocked as I felt.
“Oh, hey Oliver.” Dan greeted with no welcoming tone at all, kissing my neck gently before moving his mouth to my ear. “Philly, do you want to-”
“Wait, wh- no! What the fuck?!” Oliver broke in, dazed. I looked around at Dan casually - trying not to let Oliver know I was as confused as him. But then, my eyes widened as my gaze was caught on a huge purple blotch on his neck. Oliver must have followed my gaze as I heard his gasp.
Dan stood behind me, holding me suggestively against him with love bites all over his neck which then led me to noticing that he wasn’t wearing a top. His usually bare chest was now littered in dozens of purple marks which made it difficult for me not to gasp. His hair was messed up with the ends curling as if he’d been sweating-… Oh God.
“Oh my-… Have you two…” He choked, pointing to Dan’s love bite and then to me.
Dan swiftly winked at me as casually and as secretive as possible. Then - it clicked.
“We’re dating.” I muttered, hoping to God that I hadn’t made a mistake. But then I felt Dan let out a sigh of relief behind me, making me calmer.
“For how long?” He barked.
“I’ve always liked him.” Dan giggled. Saying it with such confidence, almost made it sound true not only to Oliver, but to me too.
“It’s been nearly a month.” I answered as I felt Dan press his lips to my cheek, causing me to blush furiously.
“Ugh, I should have known.” Oliver huffed. “The way you always looked at him when we went out or were cuddling on the sofa.” He spat at me, leering Dan aggressively. 'The way you always looked at him’? What was that supposed to mean? “When you cancelled our date because Dan was ill, when you couldn’t get a coffee with me because you were making a video with Dan- why didn’t I see this from the start?!” He snapped.
“Maybe you were too busy cheating.” I argued.
“Shut up you-!” He shouted, raising his fist and clenching. I froze with fear like deer in headlights and squinted my eyes, preparing for the pain.
“Leave. Now.” I looked up to see that Dan had untangled himself from me and caught Oliver’s arm mid-air. Oliver and Dan stood glaring at each other with hatred for what felt like years before Oliver yanked his arm from Dan’s grip.
“Goodbye, Phil, Dan.” He grumbled, before leaving the flat for what I hope is the final time. As the door slammed closed, I suddenly felt dizzy, my vision began to blur and I felt my body begin to lose balance.


Dan’s POV
It had now been two hours since Phil fainted. When he fell to the floor, I was absolutely terrified but then I rested his body on the sofa and checked his pulse and thankfully, he was just sleeping. I moved a blanket over him and couldn’t help but capture how adorable yet vulnerable he looked.  
“Dan…” He mumbled, causing me to snap out of my daydream. I dived forward and sat in front of him before whispering: “Phil, are you awake?”
“Can you lie with me?” He asked, with his eyes fluttering half-open.
“Okay.” I agreed, climbing behind him and wrapping my arms around him waist to feel him sigh in comfort.
“What was that all about earlier?” He asked breaking the comfortable silence.
“I felt like I needed to do something. I made a promise, remember?” He snuggled into me tighter.
“Yes.” He answered. “…and where did those love bites come from?” He giggled and I instantly blushed.
“It was pen.” I chuckled.
“That’s a lot of effort for me.”
“You’re worth the effort.”
Phil smiled before speaking again: “When you said you 'always liked’ me, for a second, it sounded real.”
My body became rigid. He can’t know.
“Well, I… Err…” I coughed as my voice broke. “…I’m glad that my acting skills are of such a high standard.” I exclaimed with a fake laugh. After hearing no reply, I began to wonder if he had fallen asleep again.
“I was hoping you weren’t acting.” He said. My eyes widened and I stared at the man who was pressed up against me with his raven-black hair and eyes so blue he could make an ocean’s colour envious.
“What?” I gulped, my heart palpitating faster than humanly possible.

  "I…“ He hesitated. "I- I love you Dan.” He admitted, squeezing his eyes shut with the fear of rejection. My stomach filled with butterflies and my heart was not stopping it’s racing pace. I quickly spun his body around to face me and leant my forehead against his.

“I wasn’t acting.” I whispered with a smile. “I love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

lol at that anon. glee and more specifically klaine helped me accept who i am and my own sexuality, and i know i wasn't the only one. "gay shows" help me see the representation i've never had.

Kurt and Blaine are Glee’s legacy.  They showed LGBT+ youth that gay kids can have everything they want- friends, a career, a loving relationship, marriage, and kids. That there others out there just like them.  That it does get better. 

Further, Klaine showed so many others, who perhaps had not been exposed to many LGBT+ people in their communities that in fact Kurt and Blaine were people just like them. They laugh, they cry, and they love just like every other human.

Because of Klaine, and in large part because of Chris and Darren who played these characters with heart and soul, we saw that Kurt, the boy we grew to love over a season and a half, could have a crush on a beautiful boy, get his hopes up when he learns that Blaine knows his coffee order, just to have them crushed. And then to have said boy say “I have been looking for you forever” after which they shared a first kiss that was in my opinion one of the best first kisses ever portrayed on TV because Chris and Darren wanted to tell this story in a true and genuine way:

In an article published by AOL Entertainment,

“On last night’s ‘Glee,’ the New Directions won regionals after hitting the stage with a pair of original songs – a first for the series – but that isn’t what anyone is talking about this morning. After months of hints and winks, fans of FOX’s hit musical finally got what they’ve been waiting for: The characters of Kurt (Chris Colfer) and Blaine (Darren Criss) kissed for the first time. And it wasn’t a peck. It also wasn’t overtly sexual or desperate, it wasn’t rushed or clouded with turmoil, and it certainly wasn’t played for laughs, the way many kisses between men are on TV. It was perfect.

“It’s hard to overstate the significance of the kiss between Kurt and Blaine on ‘Glee’ last night,” Michael Jensen, editor of Logo’s AfterElton.com tells PopEater. “Even better, it wasn’t the sort of kiss we saw back in the 1990s where the guys pecked each other on the lips – or worse, the camera cutaway – but this was a real kiss that hinted there is much more to come in this relationship. If we still needed proof how far gay characters have come on network TV, 'Glee’ just gave it to us.”

“’Glee’ has raised the bar of what it means to be inclusive on TV, and viewers are tuning in by the millions, sending a clear message to networks that Americans not only accept gay and lesbian characters, but they are beginning to expect them,” GLAAD President Jarrett Barrios tells PopEater. “It’s stories like Kurt and Blaine’s that continue to remind gay youth everywhere that there’s nothing wrong with being who you are.”

Glee then went even further and tackled the issued of Kurt and Blaine losing their virginity, a story line that paralleled Finn and Rachel. Making the statement that Klaine’s first time was just as beautiful, just as relevant, just as significant, and just as full of love as the heterosexual couple on the show. And Chris and Darren’s scene was perfection:

Thanks to Glee, we saw Kurt and Blaine navigate high school, long distance relationships, angst and heartache. The show often got it wrong, but when it got it right, it do so spectacularly. And never as amazing as our Klaine engagement:

And while the wedding certainly left a little to be desired, Glee still allowed our beloved Kurt and Blaine to declare their love to the world and state their vows, at at time before same sex marriage was legal across the country. A time when they had to cross state borders to tie the know and make it legal. And while the creators of Glee left a lot to be desired, as always, Chris and Darren took what they were given and displayed nothing but love and happiness that they were finally husbands:

In 2013, Klaine was named the Greatest TV Couple of all time by Entertainment Weekly (X)  The article that accompanied their win described their relationship as:

a timeless, groundbreaking TV love story

On the morning of the finale, in an article entitled “The Gay Legacy of Glee” Klaine was described as follows:

In season two, Kurt met Blaine Anderson (Darren Criss). Not only did he get a boyfriend, but a bonafide, epic love story that’s spanned the remainder of the series. Blaine’s dreamy debut,  is the kind of hearts-aflutter teen romance usually reserved for straight kids on TV. They’ve made-out, broken-up, lost their virginity, gotten engaged, broke-up again and eventually got married. They’ve evolved into the central relationship and one of the greatest young love stories in mainstream television. (x)

Another article, written in the Fall of 2016 entitled “The Cultural Significance of Glee” stated:

This character [Kurt] attracted many people in the LGBTQ community in which many found comfort in the character, knowing that they are getting some representation.

The couple [Klaine} became one of the most popular couples on television. The couple go through the same obstacles than any other straight relationship would have, creating the image that there is no difference between a straight or gay relationship. The couple broke up twice, causing an uproar of extremely upset and mad fans. By the end of the of show’s seasons, the two end up marrying each other. The couple known as “Klaine” has been “leading TV’s gay-teen revolution”(Entertainment Weekly). The actors have claimed that they have received hundreds of letters from fans both gay and straight saying that the couple has changed their views positively and helped them to keep an open mind. The phenomenon that is “Klaine” definitely has a positive reaction on the majority of viewers. While these two characters are not the only gay men on the show, they have been the most impact.

Kurt and Blaine made a profound impact on society and greatly influenced how people saw members of the LGBT+ community. And that they play a significant part in enabling LGBT+ youth to know that they were not alone.

For everything Glee got wrong, it will always have its legacy- Klaine.  And that is mainly thanks to two extraordinary men who fully committed to their roles, Chris and Darren. 

And for anyone to minimize this, to state that Chris is not proud of what he and Darren accomplished on screen, clearly knows nothing about him.  And that is heartbreaking.

Dex is a nervous ball of energy. Nursey is being his (un-)chill self. 

1.4k of yelling and fluff under the cut

“What was that?”

Dex looked up startled. He hadn’t noticed Nursey entering the haus behind him. “What are you talking about?”, Dex asked in honest confusion, mentally trying to slow his quickened pulse down. 

“I saw you flirt with that Lax Bro, you know.” Nursey’s eyebrows were pulled together in annoyance, but apart from that, looked calm as ever. Or as he would say “Chill”. Fucking Nursey, Dex thought.

“FFFFuuuuuck the Lax Bros” he yelled instead on reflex. Somewhere from upstairs a damped repeat could be heard. Probably Shitty.

Nursey didn’t look impressed.

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anonymous asked:

I need a fanfic where Elias has seen Sana from the window when talking about yousef and goes to her room to check up on her and sees her crying 😭 this clip killed me seeing her cry

Elias caught the black figure move away from the window from the corner of his eye and his heart sank. Somehow he just knew. Knew it was Sana and that she’d heard everything. A rough sigh escaped his lips, catching Mutta’s attention. He was lying in the grass just below him, his dark eyes looking up at Elias where he sat in a deck chair. “What’s up, dude?”

“Nothing,” Elias replied, his hand moving to rub the top of head, his cropped hair against his palm. Elias sat for a few minutes, debating what to do. He could leave it. Maybe Sana hadn’t heard them at all? Or he could go check she was okay and see if she wanted to talk. But maybe she wanted privacy. Maybe she already knew. It was her best friend after all. Plus, he wasn’t exactly her favourite person right now.

Elias’ teeth worried at his bottom lip as he considered what was best. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mutta asked again, still staring up at him. Had he been watching him this whole time? The dude could be perceptive sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just going to head inside for a moment. Won’t be long,” Elias said, finally making a decision. He needed to check on his sister. She could tell him to go to hell if she wanted but at least he would know he’d tried.

Elias rolled his eyes as Adam shouted after him to get him a drink.

When Elias reached Sana’s door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking three times. “Sana,” he called but no answer came. “Sana, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” Still no answer came.  

“Sana, please,” Elias pleaded, resting his hand on the door knob. “Let me in, please.”

“I’m busy,” came Sana’s weak voice and again, Elias knew. Knew that she’d heard. Knew that she was upset. His heart sank all over again.

“Sana, I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know,” Elias’ own voice held a pained quality as it spilled against the door, his forehead now pressed to the painted wood. His hands now also rested palms flat against the surface, eyes squeezed shut. “Sana, please let me in.”

Silence hung in the air and he thought she was going to ignore him. After what seemed like forever, he heard shuffling from within her room and he stood back from the door just in time for her to open it. Sana stood in front of him, black make up smudged under her eyes and her cheeks tear streaked.

“Oh Sana,” spilled out from under his breath as Elias reached out and tugged his little sister into his arms, hugging her to him. He felt her deflate against him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

After a moment, Elias let her go and Sana nodded towards her bed. Elias walked into her room and went to sit down while Sana closed the door behind them. He figured the last thing she wanted was her parents knowing she was upset. Sana took a seat beside him.

“I just… I knew they had kissed but I don’t know, I guess after yesterday I thought maybe there was a chance. Maybe he did like me. Maybe the kiss was a mistake. Maybe I could get over it. You know?” The words came tumbling out of her unchecked, and Elias did nothing but listen while he curled an arm around her shoulder for comfort. “Why not me, Elias? Why not me?” Her voice cracked on the last words. 

Something passed over Elias’ expression at the mention of the kiss. He hadn’t known but he didn’t interject.

Sana’s hand came up to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall with the back of her sleeve. “And why did it have to be him? She could have had anyone… why him?” She knew Elias didn’t have the answer, they were rhetorical questions.

Her hand pressed to her forehead and her eyes fell shut. She was growing weary. Crying while fasting wasn’t ideal.

It wasn’t just physical tiredness though, she was emotionally drained too. She’d been keeping so much, everything, to herself. Sana needed this, needed someone to unload on. The load felt lighter already. She felt less alone. But she was sure if hadn’t felt at rock bottom that she’d have continued carrying that weight by herself for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it was better this had come sooner rather than later. 

Sana felt Elias’ arm tighten around her shoulders and he squeezed her arm. “I think he,” Elias paused for a moment, as if considering his words. “I think he’s a coward that has taken the easy way out.”

Sana’s brow furrowed and picked up her gaze to look at her brother. “What?”

“Do you think I would have encouraged you if I had known? Do you even think I would have encouraged you if I hadn’t already caught the way he looks at you? His lingering, longing looks? The way he gravitates towards you?” Elias said, the look in his eyes intense with conviction. “Do you think I would risk your heart? My baby sister’s heart?”

“No,” Sana said, the word but a whisper.

“But Sana, you’re the long game and some guys, even good guys, aren’t ready for the long game,” Elias continued, and he watched as Sana’s eyes cast down. “But he’s a coward because he wasn’t straight with you and worse still, he went for your best friend. That’s not okay. I thought he was better than that.” Now it was Elias’ turn to look away, disappointment and guilt written all over his handsome features before his voice picked up again. “I mean, there’s always a chance the guys are wrong. I could talk to him if you wa-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sana interrupted, her nose sniffling and reddened from crying. “You’re right. I am the long game and if this is what playing is like, then maybe I’m not ready either.”

Elias chuckled at Sana continuing his metaphor and a weak smile tipped the corners of her lips. “It’s Ramadan. I have more important things to be focusing on right now, I can’t be wasting energy on a boy.”

Elias’ smile spread across his face and he reached out to wipe away a stray tear from the corner of Sana’s eye. She may be talking a good game right now but it was obvious she was still upset. A person didn’t just get over something like that in a few minutes but he was happy to see she was determined to try.

“That’s the sister I know and love,” Elias said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too, brother,” Sana replied, that smile brightening more.

Di piano e forte 05

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

pt. 1 ↠  pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 ↠ pt. 5

↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.

↠Genre: Angst, fluff.

↠Warnings: This fic contains slight domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature subjects. Sexual assault. Mentions of depression. This may be triggering, read with caution.

author’s note: I decided to turn this into something a little more angsty, in couldn’t resist lol I hope you enjoy.  Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!

You panted heavily, stretching your arms and holding your hands behind your head to give your lungs a break. The sun hadn’t risen yet. You liked to jog early in the morning, to avoid the pounding heat of the sun. Mom always says exercise is a good way to take time for yourself, but you’re using it as an outlet to escape from what’s been going on. Your brother hasn’t been home for a week now and you couldn’t help but get worried—well, you were relieved and worried. The house was peaceful; but sad and even depressing. 

You were ashamed to admit how bad you’ve been emotionally eating. When you got home from work you went straight for the sweets, or you wouldn’t eat at all. When you were at school you were getting by on boba teas. But this week you made the decision to get yourself together, eat better, exercise and even sleep more. It was making a difference, somewhat. After this you had a doctors appointment, your body pains have gotten better so you were hoping you could get off of the pills soon.

The bridge crossing the lake was just as beautiful as it was at night, it looked so poetic in a way. It was the kind of place friends should go to walk and talk about their innermost feelings and joys. When your dad was still living he’d take you and your along with him to walk around the city. The packed train station was a place to look for adventure, pick a place to stop and your adventure begins. The pictures in my distant memories were perfect—the current me was an image, a moment where loneliness had stopped time. No one would know how lonely you were. You didn’t even know.

I drove back home, eager to get to the shower.

You walked up to the counter, handing the nurse your papers. “Hi, I’m here for the 8:45 appointment with Dr. Lu.”

“Ok, I’ll check you in. You can have a seat.” She went to her computer and you went to wait in the tiny waiting room.

A few minutes went by and they called you to the back. 

“Hello Miss. Y/LN. How are you?” He came in, smiling with his usual clipboard and coat.

“Hi,” You sat down, holding your purse in your lap, “I’m good, and you?”

“I’m great.” He looked over his papers and sighed. “So, how are your body pains? Has the medicine helped?”

“Yeah, my shoulders still get to me when I’m really stressed but other than that they’ve been pretty good. I was wondering if I should keep taking them, you know? I just don’t want my body to become dependent on it…it kind of makes me depressed, I shouldn’t have these problems, I’m so young…”

He nodded his head for a few seconds before sighing. “Well, it’s not fibro myalgia so that’s good. And you can get body pain for a number of reasons, it’s not always age. But you told me that sometimes your almost in tears from the pain, I do want you to live comfortably. I will prescribe the same pain killers and you can pick them up at the drug store.”

“Thank you Dr. Lu, I really appreciate.” He opened the door and you bid him farewell. When you got to the front desk the nurse gave you the prescription and you thanked her.

You left with your purse on your shoulder and the prescription in hand. You couldn’t have been more lonely right now. With heavy steps you walked to the bus station and sat on the bench. 

When the bus finally pulled up you used your coins to pay before walking to your usual spot, leaning your head against the glass. 

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Almost 1 AM | Mark Lee

Genre ⌲ fluff / angstish

warning ⌲ mention of cancer

pairing ⌲ mark lee x reader

Idol Mark / non idol reader

Word count ⌲ 875

Masterlist ( i cannot link it i dunno why:( )

Originally posted by mrkslee

  • “Mark. Can I come to your place.”, you tried not to cry into your cell phone.
  • “Y/N? Are you crying?”, Mark answered. You could hear how worried he was.
  • “I am not. So can I come to the dorm ?”, you did your best to sound normal.
  • “Uhm yes sure. But please be careful on your way here it´s dark outside.”, you heard Doyoung bicker at Mark in the background:” Just stay at the cellphone don´t let her walk alone! It’s almost 1 am ! Especially if she is crying she shouldn’t walk alone !”
  • “I am at your place in about 5 minutes.” , you just ended the call. If you talked any longer to him you would have been bawling your eyes out. You have been in the hospital and watched how your Mum got weaker and weaker. She was suffocating with cancer since a little bit over a year and you haven´t really cried since the day the doctor revealed the results. But today was your mums birthday and she was too weak to blow out the three candles you put on top of the cake. Then it hit you: she wasn’t going to be the happy and healthy woman she was before she had cancer and you were about to cry but you wanted to be strong for your mom.
  • You waited until she was asleep and then you ran out of the hospital. And now we’re running through the rain into the direction of NCT 127s house. You were happy about the rain that was hitting your face so that the people that were walking around on the streets of Seoul wouldn´t see your tears.
  • You stopped running and took a deep breath and shook your head. You believed a long time that your mom will be better but after what happened today you weren´t able to stay positive that your mom will be better. You visited your mom every day after school. Mark often joined you if he enough time to do so.
  • You often went to either your or his home to watch TV or YouTube videos ( you often watched Pokemon together. You didn’t know why you two just did ). You two weren’t paying attention to the movies tho. You were talking about everything and eventually, either of you would fall asleep. You loved those moments. Even though you were sad and most times at the verge of crying he made you happy and think positive. The best parts about those days were the time when you just lay there embraced in each other are. And his arms were the only things you needed right now.
  • Your phone ringed and you ignored it. It was either your dad or Mark and you didn´t wanna answer neither of them. You continued walking to the idols house. But before you could ring the bell the door was ripped open and mark pulled you in a bone-crushing hug: “Darn it Y/N! I was worried about you.”
  • You threw your arms around the boy’s torso and buried your face into his chest and broke down. Your knees turned to jelly and you started to silently cry into your boyfriend’s chest: “My mom. H-her condition is bad.”
  • Mark signed deeply but he carefully lifted you and carried you into his and Doyoungs room and put you down on his bed.
  • He hugged you and hold you in his arms till you calmed down enough to explain to him why you were this crying mess right now.
  • He listened to you and hugged you and promised you that he will do everything to make you happy and that your mom loves you and she will try to stay alive for you and your dad.
  • His hands were rubbing up and down along your back to comfort you: “Babe I am sure everything will be fine. I will stay here for you with chocolate, marshmallows, hugs and everything else you need.”
  • “I love you, Mark.”, you cuddled into his chest.
  • “I love you, too. Would you like to watch Pokemon as long as Doyoung isn´t here?”, he asked you. He knew Pokemon would make you happy or at least shortly happy and forget for a little bit about what happened today.
  • “I am so sorry that I burst in here and destroyed your peace.”,you took Marks face into your hands.
  • “You did not destroy our peace. The Members love you too and you know that. They would never have a problem with you being here.”, Mark looked lovingly at you and planted a kiss on your lips.
  • “Right. We do not have a problem with you being here.”, Doyoung, Taeil, and Taeyong stood at the door. Taeil had a tray in his hands, carrying two cups of hot chocolate and popcorn (and a package of napkins but when they saw that you calmed down he put them away before he entered the door).
  • “We thought you may want some snacks and something to drink.”, Taeil set the tablet down next to you and Mark onto the bed.
  • “Thank you Taeil-oppa.”, you sat up and politely bowed.
  • “Do you two need company watching Pokemon?”, Taeyong asked you after closing the window that was still open and letting droplets of rain falling into the room.
  • “Should we go to the living room then or should we stay here?”, Mark asked you.
  • “Let´s stay here.”, you simply said and shrugged. To make more space on marks bed you slipped into Marks lap. The other three members either sat down on Doyoungs bed or on the floor. You still stayed in your boyfriend’s lap just simply because you enjoyed the warmth and the comfort he gave you. After a few episodes, you closed your eyes, not only because your body was tired of crying but because of mark running his hand through your hair.
  • “You really love her huh ?”, Taeyong asked after carefully taking the cups from the bed.
  • “Yeah I do”, Mark answered.

A/N: I am super sorry if there are many grammar or logic mistakes but english is not my mother language and its almost 1 am so please be nice to me :)

PS: Requests are still open :D

9. First Date

“So, you wanna grab some coffee after this?”

It was incredibly inappropriate, giving the circumstances, but the words just slipped out. The two of them were tangled in a sprawl after jumping off a roof to avoid a grenade. Hanzo had blood running down his face from an injury above his hairline and McCree had been shot in the shoulder, for hell’s sake. And yet, Jesse had been unable to stop the words from spilling out.

The sound of gunfire spurred him to lurch to his feet and pull Hanzo up with him. He fired at the figures still on the rooftop, expecting Hanzo to return his focus on the mission and let Jesse’s poorly timed question slide. He certainly didn’t expect an answer.

“I’d like that.”

And definitely not an answer to the affirmative.

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smirking-alya  asked:

Ok, first of all, I wanted to say that your blog is absolutely amazing. Not gonna lie I wasn't a big fan of this OT3, but when you write I love it very very much ^^ I'm really happy to have discovered your tumblr My favorites are definitely your NSFW and you reversed roles AU (if you ever wanna write another scene in it, anything, I'll read it very gladly X) ). Thank you very much for sharing your writing with us, I really appreciate it, you're awesome ❤️

Ace had changed.

Sabo could tell by the way he carried himself that the Ace he knew really was gone…but in his place was someone so much more.

More confident. More comfortable with himself. More alive. 

This Ace was…softer. 

Somehow more willing to let others in even when he teased them restless. He was a leader but unlike when they were kids didn’t expect others to keep up with him like he used to do with Luffy. He was a younger brother, content with letting others fuss over him and even doing the same to his younger brothers.

Sabo didn’t know what to do with this new Ace. All the tricks that used to work when interacting with the angry ball of freckles no longer applied- because there was no longer an angry ball. 

Every time he looked into those black sparkling eyes he was met with a stranger. A kind well-meaning stranger who wanted to know answers to his question who am I.

Who looked at Sabo like he had all the answers in the world.

Damn, but did that not hurt. It was great that this Ace was here…but this Ace wasn’t his Ace. 

It was selfish of him, but Sabo wanted his Ace. The one he grew to love for being the first person to look at him and care that he existed.  This Ace…had so many people to care about that some days Sabo felt like he didn’t care about him anymore.

He wanted to get off this stupid ship.

Sabo sighed rolling over to bury his face into his pillow. He was a horrible person, wasn’t he? Jealous that the man without his memories treated him like a stranger while he treated the people he grew up with like family instead of him. 

 Next to him, Marco mumbled in his sleep, shifting around a bit before resettling.

Sabo lifted his head a little to look at him, worried he woke him. 

 How in the world did the older man convince him to rest in his bed, the revolutionary may never know but it was much nicer than laying in the dark by himself overthinking everything.

Far better than having sleepless nights where his brain just wouldn’t stop. Marco had noticed the bags under his eyes, quickly which surprised him. Not even Koala is that fast.

By the end of that same day, all of Sabo’s possessions had been moved to the First Commander’s room. Of course, they told no one of this. Not even Whitebeard knew.

Sabo didn’t want Ace to think it was his fault. The guy was already feeling guilty for forgetting him, there was no need to make that guilt worse.

He liked sneaking into Marco’s room. 

His thoughts didn’t have the chance to run wild like they normally did. Usually, Marco would be able to distract him. He would step in when Ace got overly excited and ask too many questions, call him over to play cards some nights and even just sit with him at night hearing him talk about his feelings.

It was nice.

Now if only he could figure out what to do with the arm wrapped around his waist. 

“Go to sleep Sabo. It’s going to be alright yoi.” 

With a sleepy demand like that, how could he refuse?


The voice stared him awake a few hours later, the younger blond didn’t have time to react before the door was thrown open. He shot up like a rigid board, locking gazes with an equally surprised Thatch.

The two men said nothing, observing each other for what felt like an eternity to the blond. He didn’t miss the way the grinder’s eyes glanced down at his bare chest.

A slow smirk began to form on his lips which barred bad news for the younger man.

“I-It’s not what you think!  I can explain!” Sabo blurted before his brain could think better of it.  He winces because that phrasing along with the delivery was the exact opposite of what he wanted to convey. 

“Oh no. Don’t mind me. I just wanted to let Birdie over there know that the report he wanted is finished. Please go back to what you were doing.” The man says, placing a light stack of papers on Marco’s desk. He gives the horrified young man a large smirk before taking a great bow.  “Do come to breakfast when you’re done.” 

Then he was gone with a cheerful laugh.

Sabo is left gaping at the doorway. He isn’t sure how long he sits there, with the bed sheets pooling around his pajama covered waist and a man’s arm half slung off him.

He no doubt had horrible bed hair- he always does first thing in the morning- with a bit of drool on one cheek. 

How that whole image must look like…

“Mh. Goodmorning yoi.”  Marco’s voice snaps him out of his daze. He glances down just in time to watch sleep fall from the other’s man eyes. They focus on his face before Marco straightens “Are you okay?”

“Thatch…was here. He left you…a report.” The words come out slower because he’s still trying to process what this all means. 

“Oh? He finally got off his ass. Thank the Sea yoi.” The older man says relaxing. Sabo thinks he’s way too calm but maybe he doesn’t understand what this means yet.

“He saw me.”

“I see. Don’t worry he won’t say anything as long as you told him not to.” Marco pushes himself up, raising a brow as Sabo stays silent. “You did tell him not to say anything…right?”

“Um…about that-”

Marco get you filthy hands off of Sabo!”  The scream is followed by the sound of flames enlightening and Sabo jumps.  Was that…Ace?

“Oh great.”  The older man sighs just as the cabin door is blasted off its hinges. A figure of a man made of fire is on the other side. “Ace calm down. We’re just sleeping yoi.”

“I will defend Sabo’s honor! Prepare yourself!” The raven hair man shouts completely ignoring what Marco said, before jumping towards the bed. He drops kicks the First commander, rolling with him on the floor as the Phoniex raises his hands with a look of long suffering going willingly. 

Sabo is stunned.  Ace..still cared about him?

He peeks over the bed side to watch Ace bite Marco’s hand- which heals instantly as the older man lays on his back impassively. The young man didn’t get dishearted as he tries slapping the other’s face while flames burst from his shoulders hissing like a wet cat.

Or a toddler throwing a tantrum. Marco was certainly reacting like that was the case.

A bubbling laugh stops the “fight”.

They both look up to see the first real smile on Sabo’s face since they picked him up all those weeks ago. The image isn’t ruined by the tears ruling down his face in the slightest. 

“Thanks for defending me Ace but it’s not needed.” He says between gasps. It feels like a huge weight was just lifted off his shoulders as he whips some of the tears away. He throws the stunned men a dazzling smile. “It’s nice to know that you care”

It was really nice to know.

anonymous asked:

When and how did Stiles realise he wasn't straight?

I imagine he always assumed everybody knew a few dudes they’d kiss. You know? Like you’re straight because you want to be with a woman. Because that’s what you do. And as he got older he obviously began to realize that’s not exactly the case. For everyone. It was for him, because any attraction he did experience to dudes was superficial and passing. He doesn’t know anybody he could experiment with, and even if he did, he fell in love with any woman who insults him, actually, so he didn’t have a lot of bandwidth to focus on whether or not he theoretically liked theoretical dudes.

And finally at some point in college, he meets a dude he’d kiss, and the dude he’d kiss indicates a willingness to kiss him back. This situation is a lot less theoretical than Stiles is comfortable with. He can’t come up with a reason not to. He’s young, he’s single, he’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and he’s a little bit buzzed, and it’s not like it’ll mean anything, right? Like he’s a guy. It’s not, like, a thing, he’s not gay, so it’s not - but it does. And it is. And he can and he does and the next day everything seems a little different, a little more interesting and new, a little more fragile.

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