i know it's not until tomorrow people

things I learned from Ninjago:
  • grief is a process and everyone handles it differently. just don’t handle it alone.
  • sacrifices have consequences. know what you’re getting into.
  • a people and their politics are not one and the same. a people does not deserve to be stereotyped and punished for its leaders’ wars.
  • never put off until tomorrow what can be done today.
  • playing a supporting role is just as important as taking the lead.
  • even trusted adults’ wisdom has limits.
  • some teenagers fall in love and stay forever. some adults fall in and out of love. it’s never not going to be complicated and messy.
  • parents expressing love for you isn’t embarrassing.
  • love isn’t embarrassing.
  • it’s okay if you function a little differently or are hard to figure out. you’ve just got more gears.
  • IF THERE’S MORE THAN ONE NINJA, IS IT “NINJAS,” OR JUST “NINJA?”
  • I THINK IT’S JUST “NINJA”

1. Equate your own skin to silk and believe it is just as
priceless to match. Your body is a temple you’ve never been
very good at praying toward; it’s time to finally appraise
the stardust inside of you.

2. You will command your hands to push paint to a canvas
and a pen to paper. You will create, create, create until you
feel as full of color as your artwork. 

3. ‘Tomorrow’ will not be a terrifying word anymore.
You will train myself to take time by its clock hands like 
a horse, rein in positivity and the courage to say that you
will not be a victim of your disorders. 
(This war was never theirs to win in the first place.
Their blades hold no advantage over your bite.)

4. I will only give advice when asked for it. I will only 
take peoples’ hearts in mine if I know what is within
them. I will not let myself breathe in their blood like
air, like I need it to survive. I will learn that I only 
need myself. Always.

5. Your bedroom is not a tomb. Your house is not a
home, but it’s not a prison either. Make the best out
of bad situations from now on. Self-pity isn’t pretty.

6. Quit drinking rum while you’re sad. Actually, quit
drinking while you’re sad in general. The higher your
blood/alcohol content does not equal how high your
spirits lift. Leave the bottle alone and write.

7. You do not need to evaluate every sentence someone
mutters in your direction. You are not the center of 
everything. You are not the sun, but when you are at peace
with yourself the light you give off could burn a hole 
through every tear you’ve ever cried. Remember that.

8. Be okay without him.

9. Be okay without him.

10. Be okay without him.

—  resolutions for my future self in 2016 (a letter) // Haley Hendrick
  • Me: I'm going to sleep at a reasonable hour. Oh man I'm going to be so full of energy tomorrow! Hashtag responsible adult!! *falls asleep*
  • Brain: OMFG WAKE UP BITCH YOU'VE SLEPT IN
  • Me: HOLY SHI- * grabs and checks phone in a panic*.... wait it's fucking 2am!!!
  • Brain: ...
  • Me: *finally falls asleep again after laying awake for god knows how long*
  • Brain: BINCH WAKE UP YOU LATE!! YOU SLEPT IN!
  • Me: SHIT WHAT??!!
  • Me: *checks phone again*
  • Me: IT'S ONLY FIVE THIRTY FUCKING..
  • Brain: *Waits until I go to sleep again*
  • Brain: *deep inhale* bbbiitccch

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm new to your blog and I was wondering what the Virus!AU is exactly? The art people have made looks amazing!

The Virus!Phan AU started out as an idea suggestion from @crononightshade  
I do NOT have a fic for the au (yet)
(but there are a lot fics inspired by my AU so you can check those out)
I know a lot of you guys are asking for one but I won’t be able to finish it until probably next year? due to school and upcoming projects.
I have a HUGE announcement tomorrow which is one of the reasons of the virus au delay (its so worth it tho)

btw if anyone have written a fic inspired by the AU, please send me the link via tumblr chat (do NOT send via ask/anon)
I am trying to make a library and gather all fics based on it!

Hope you all are enjoying the AU so far :D

Originally posted by t-u-m-b-l-r-unicorn

anonymous asked:

I always feel when someone has a crush on me and i'm sure that i'm not making it up, i kinda know that they like me, or i hear it from their friends. But now i'm 20yo and no one's ever asked me out so far it's so weird.. Is there something wrong with me?

no there’s nothing wrong with you. I am also 20, so speaking from experience of being friends with lots of 20 year olds… you’re normal! Lots of people (that I know personally) have never been in relationships or had kisses or whatever. Life isn’t a race!! Love isn’t a race! Love is something that is supposed to make you happy. Its not something you have to do first or before other people. 

If you don’t have a relationship until your 50 thats okay! If you have one tomorrow that’s okay! Its your life, and its not a race against anyone else, i promise. 

Keep Me Sane

Michael Clifford Insanity!AU

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He was crazy there was no doubt about it. It wasn’t hard to notice that he seemed a little off and just a little different from the rest of the people in apartment building 206. There was something about the look in his green eyes that made it seem like his thoughts were a little too jumbled and his mind was a little too overcrowded. You distinctly remembered hearing him talking to someone one night through the paper thin walls of your apartments since his was right next to yours. He was having a heated argument, but you could never hear another voice talking back. It was like he was talking to the walls, or to a ghost. But Michael Clifford, of apartment number 4B, was plagued by something far worse than ghosts, but you had yet to find that out. To you, he was just the cute boy who lived next door, dyed his hair a new color every month and muttered to himself a little more than the average person. Who would’ve thought that you would be the one to save him.

It was a dark December night when you spoke to him for the first time. Your only interaction with the strange boy had been passing in the hallway and one or two awkward elevator rides down to the lobby. But tonight was different, and if you believed in such things you would have said it was fate bringing you together. You had always thought highly of the boy who changed his hair every month. He was gorgeous for one thing, but there was always some other driving factor that made you want to get to know him. You could say you had developed a little crush on the boy in apartment 4B, despite never having spoken. But some people are just meant to be.
You had been coming home from work late that night and you were exhausted and ready to come home and crash into bed. Stepping out of the elevator, immediately you sensed something was wrong. There in the hallway was Michael and he was pacing outside of your doorstep, looking like he was debating whether or not to go inside. He was murmuring incoherent words to himself and as you got closer to him you could just barely make out what he was saying.

“No, I won’t do it. Can’t hurt her.” There was a long pause before he continued. “No! She’s so nice I can’t do it.” He didn’t realize you were behind him. “You can’t make me hurt her.” He spoke in a hushed, but angry tone. One you had heard before, through the walls of your apartment. You should be terrified of his words and at the fact that he seemed to be having a one sided conversation with no one, but instead you were curious. Curious as to what he was doing and who he was talking about. Getting closer to him, you neglected to watch where you were going and scraped up against the hall wall causing Michael to instantly turn around. His eyes widened at the sight of you and he ran his hands through his hair a few times. He looked nervous to see you, making you wonder if maybe he had been talking about you.

“Can I, uh, help you with something?” You tentatively asked him. He knit his eyebrows together at your question, like he wasn’t used to being spoken to by an actual person. He was speechless for a second before he became overcome with something almost otherworldly.

“I don’t need your help.” He spat, making you jump slightly at his harsh tone, but you were never one to sit back and take unnecessary rudeness from strangers.

“Well you’re standing in front of my door talking about who knows what so I guess I just assumed.” You sassed him and he looked utterly surprised that you hadn’t cowered in fear because of him or something.

“I was just heading inside, don’t worry about it.”
“Doesn’t look like you were just ‘heading inside’.”
“Well you don’t know anything!” You noticed his eyes were discolored now, almost black, instead of the green they usually were.
“Easy tiger, I just want to get in to my apartment.” You raised your eyebrows at him and softened your voice. At your gentle tone, his eyes lightened and he lost the cocky demeanor he had had just moments before. It was like he had just gone through a transformation right in front of you. He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, and for uh, being weird I guess.” He cast his eyes downward.

“Hey, well I didn’t think you were that weird. Just rude.” You smirked at him. His eyes met yours and the pure green of them almost took your breath away. They had changed from the sinister black color from before and the sight made you lose focus. He took a few steps closer to you.

“You don’t think I’m weird?” He mumbled, more like a statement than an actual question.

“N-No.” You couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. You figured it would make him uncomfortable but he didn’t seem to be fazed by it.
But like a switch had been flipped, his eyes turned dark and stormy again.

“Well you should. Because I am.” He turned to go, but you reached out and grabbed his arm. At your touch, his whole body froze and he gasped loudly. You kept your hand on him, but neither of you knew what to say at his strange outburst. Slowly, he turned back around to face you.

“How did you do that?” He spoke slowly and his whole body changed again to relax into your hold on him. It’s like you had him under some sort of hypnosis.
“Do what?” You cocked your head in confusion.
“You just, you…it stopped for just a second and I thought maybe you felt it too.”
“Felt what? I don’t understand!”

He sighed deeply, glancing down at your hand again making you self conscious. You removed your hand and immediately he tensed back up.

“Do it again.” He commanded.
“Do what? Tell me what’s going on!” You demanded.
“Touch me again!” His voice came out like a growl and you shrinked back ever so slightly, but he noticed.
“I-I think I should go.” You began to go inside, but he got in your way.
“No, no I’m sorry. God, this is probably freaking you out isn’t it.”
“I’m not freaked out I just want to know what’s going on.” You mumbled. There was an awkward silence for awhile as he stared at you, almost studying you like he was trying to look into your soul and pour out its content.

“What’s your name?
“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Your name ghosted off his lips like smoke. “I’m Michael.”
“I know.” He looked at you with confusion. “We’ve lived next door for almost four months now. I heard your name tossed around by the other people living here now and again.” You smiled.
“Oh, I guess you’re right.” There was silence again until he spoke up. “Do you maybe want to come over some time?” His question took you by surprise, but it was clear that he wasn’t joking.
“Um, yeah sure. When?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright that works fine.” You smiled, happy to have made a new friend.
“I’ll see you then Y/N.” And with that he turned and disappeared into his apartment leaving you alone in the hallway. You were absolutely thrilled to be seeing him tomorrow. If he hadn’t interested you before he sure as hell did now. You actually really liked him. There was something different about Michael and you were determined to find out what.

Michael’s POV

“Excellent work Michael. She’ll be ours in no time.” The voice hissed at him from within the confines of his head making him shudder.

From a very young age, Michael had not been the only person inside his mind. It began with the nightmares that consisted of a darkness so raw it was divine evil.  It attacked him in the middle of the night, restricting his movements and his breathing. Michael didn’t think much of it- perhaps he was just stressed or eating too much pizza- until they began haunting him in the daytime. When it first happened he had grown rigid with fear and ended up skipping his last few periods of school because he just couldn’t function. The voice was eerily smooth and it spoke to him often, telling him to do awful things that he never would have even thought about doing on his own. They controlled him, taking over not only his mind but sometimes his body as well. After a few weeks he decided to seek medical attention. The flashes of darkness had become worse and worse, to the point where it was affecting him physically. His head was pounding all the time and there was a constant ringing in his ears that never seemed to cease. His whole body ached like he had been fighting twenty battles all night, and in a way he had been. Michael was in a constant state of anxiety and was absolutely terrified of the things he was hearing the voices say. He had been to countless psychologists to try and find out what was wrong with him, but all they could come up with was a diagnosis of some long winded mental disorder and shove pills down his throat. After a while, Michael realized he was on his own. For years it had just been him and the voices and no one else. He had no family, because when he was younger his entire family had died in a mysterious boating accident leaving him orphaned. So here he was with no one in the world to call his own, living in a shabby apartment and working night shifts at the local pizza place. But every moment of every day the voices were there, hissing and buzzing around in his head attempting to break him down. As the years progressed on, his condition became worse and worse. He was getting into fights, his personality seeming to become more and more violent with each day. During the actions that were prompted to him by the voice in his head, he had little remorse. It was like he became what it was telling him to be, little by little and that scared him more than anything. He didn’t want to become that; a monster controlled only by the demons in his mind, but he was fighting a losing battle.
Michael was a boy surrounded by darkness.  He was insane. He knew he had to be. He had little hope of ever being free of his insanity because there was no one on the planet who could save him from himself. That is, until he met you.

He had always been interested in you, the pretty girl in apartment 2B. You had moved in about a year after he had and from the moment he saw you he knew there was something that he just really liked. Every time he got to have even a small interaction with you, Michael felt flustered. Whether it be the elevator rides you too sometimes shared or just seeing you walk out of your apartment in a little skirt and knee socks that he loved you in, he thought you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. Michael really liked you, he couldn’t deny that, but he would never act on his feelings. Why do it and then cause himself pain when you found out how much was wrong with him and ran away as fast as you could? Every time he invited someone new into his life, the voices made sure to get rid of them. They wanted all of Michael’s attention so that’s what they made sure they got.

But when you had touched him, for that brief moment the voices had left him and for the first time since he could remember he was alone in his head. Maybe that’s why the voices wanted him to hurt you. You could save him! You could free him from the killers inside his own mind. But the voices weren’t going to go down without a fight.

“She will be ours Michael. There is nothing you can do to stop what’s coming.” The voice rang out.

“I will not let you hurt her.” He spoke back to no one.

“Oh but you already have.”

“You’re lying.” Michael clenched his teeth, trying to take back some control.

“We would never lie to you.”

“I’ll protect her.”

“How are you going to protect her when you’re the one that’s going to kill her.”

Michael let out an uncontrollable scream and slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the drywall. “GET OUT OF ME! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Michael roared but the voices only laughed. Michael rested his head in his hands, allowing a few tears slipped from his eyes before he heard a soft knock at the door followed by a muffled voice.

“Michael? Are you in there?” Y/N. It was here, she was here. She couldn’t be, especially not now. “I know you’re in there. I heard a crash, is everything okay?” Her voice was laced with worry. Usually people left him alone and gave him odd looks afterwards when they heard one of his episodes, but you came to his door. Why would you do that?

“Answer the door. Now’s your chance! Finish her!” Michael tried to ignore them, but the pull was too strong. He knew that if he opened that door, his face would be the last you would ever see.

“Michael?” You knocked again. He stepped over towards the door, the voices egging him on. “Finish her! Yesssss!” The voices chanted rhythmically. His head was pounding as he tried to resist. He pressed both his hands on the wooden door opposite of where you were standing and rested his head against it. Your voice on the other side of the door gave him courage to push away the only person who could save him.

“Go away.” He growled as the voices scolded him for wasting an opportunity with you.
“Michael I want to help you!” You pleaded with him on the other side of the door.
“I don’t want your help.”
“Michael I…”
“Listen Y/N, I didn’t ask for help, I don’t want your help. I want you to stay the fuck away from me.” He yelled.

The hall was silent for a moment until he heard you sniff a little. Oh how he wished he could step outside and hold you in his arms, stroke your hair, and tell you everything was going to be alright. But everything was not okay because he knew that if he were to hold you he would be forced to squeeze you enough that the air left your lungs. He was just a fucked up kid who was all on his own in the world and he refused to take you down with him.

“O-Okay. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Michael heard your footsteps leaving his door followed by the slam of your door. If only you had seen his face as he broke your heart, because written there it was clear that his heart was breaking too. Because as you walked away you took all of his hope for a savior along with you.

___

Part 2

Masterlist

update: we are now friends on fb and now its 2:21 am and i’m drinking and i want to message him abt anarchy 

GazettE twitter Dec 1, in which RR are about 12
  • Reita: I guess it's been 4-5 years since I quit smoking~
  • Ruki: It's been quite a while for me too~
  • Reita: Oi! Wait a sec there!
  • Ruki: You wait!
  • Reita: If you write something like that people will think I smoke too, you know! (laugh) I don't!
  • Ruki: This is how you act all the time, you know ( ᵕ́ૢ‧̮ᵕ̀ૢ)
  • Reita: Tomorrow I'm hiding your cigarettes...you can look for them until you cry!!
  • Ruki: Good thing I've already removed the 1st and 4th string from your bass.
  • Reita: Whatever, I can play with 2 strings!
Shipping

You know guys, a few years back I didn’t know what a fandom or shipping was. I am not even sure that anyone will ever read this but I just wanted to write and tell someone, anyone how I felt. As you all know, tomorrow there is the BBMAs. For 2 years now, I have been an ARMY. Right now, I’m crying in my room thinking about their nomination and the time they will have to break apart. I know its none of my business but I also think about them, being corrupted by the people in that kind of event, as they are just little cute babies in my POV. Shipping is hard. Shipping wants effort. Shipping takes time. Commiting to a ship is even harder. Just wanted to put this out there. To anyone who has read until now, thank you so much. Bye, Alieah.

one of the guys i’m moving in with delivered his master’s degree yesterday, and tomorrow they’re having a huge surprise party for him and they invited me and i’m so excited because i never get invited anywhere but i’m also terrified because there are gonna be so many people idk there, the guest list says like 40, and the only people i do know i’ve only met once and twice, help

just so everyone knows, i’ll be freeing the characters that were reserved but not created tomorrow night, around 9 p.m. UTC -5. if you need more time tell me, but if you haven’t contacted me at all until then i’ll free them.

anonymous asked:

Same anon again! (I hope that's ok) what about if their crush wanted to cuddle them?! (Sorry you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to >•<

Hey, it’s all good!

[Crush wants to cuddle with them]

Rey

I’m sorry but what? *crush explains cuddling to them* Oh, you mean huddling for warmth! I never had anyone that was willing to do that with me on my planet. *looks concerned* Why? Are you cold? *crush tries to explain cuddling again but gets flustered* W-Well, I wouldn’t mind cuddling with you anyway…just don’t hate me if I’m not doing it right. *cuddles awkwardly*

Finn

*eyes are as big as a phaser canon* With me?! *grinning like an idiot and suddenly panicky* You mean, you want to do it right now? *starts waving himself around and brushing himself off* Wait! I gotta get ready first! *Does more weird exercises and deep breathing before looking back at his crush* Okay, now I’m ready. *tries to be the big spoon in the cuddle but quickly resorts to being the little spoon* J-Just let me know if I’m cuddling you too long and I’ll totally let go-not that I want to! I want to cuddle you always-I mean! *panics*

Poe

You wanna cuddle? *looks pleased as hell* Well sure, bring it in here.*opens his big and wide for optimal cuddling* It’s funny though, I was just about to ask you the same thing. *cuddles like a pro* Good thing great minds think alike huh?

Captain Plasma

*stares at crush from behind her helmet* I suppose that the practice could prove useful in the field. *eyes their crush a bit more intensely* Fine, I will concede to trying out this…cuddling with you. *attempts to be the little spoon but gives up and ends up as the big spoon with her crush* We may need more data on this. In my private quarters of course, say 19:00 hours tomorrow? 

General Hux

Cuddle? *makes a quick sweep of the room* You of all people know that the First Order has no time for something as nonsensical as ‘cuddling’ *crush looks like a kicked puppy* HOWEVER, I would not be adverse to cuddling during my leisure period. *pulls crush into his lap and cuddles them tightly*  Yes, I know I said we’d wait until our leisure period but I found myself overwhelmed with a chill and yes, you absolutely have to be facing me when we cuddle, no, I won’t specify why-just know its for my own pleasure and that you’ll look at me and finally figure out I love you your own good.

Kylo Ren

I cannot believe you would ask that of ME, Kylo Ren when I am the epitome of  purging weakness from my body in favor of the dark side. That I am above such sappy things because I am STRONG and will be GREAT like my grandfather-*Crush is trying to back away slowly* Where are you going?! You said you wanted to cuddle me?! Are you backing up now because I’m with the darkness?! *crush quickly explaining no, that’s not the case* Good. Now, come cuddle with me. *cuddles like a god damned octopus and favors being the little spoon every time.*

TO ALL AMOURSHIPPERS:

Tomorrow is the day, the day that we have longed for and dreaded for quite some time. The feelings that we have put into this show for 2 years is about to come to its climax. Will Serena stay in Kalos or will she venture with Ash? Honestly Amourshipping is everything to me and you amazing people in this community are like my family, so I do hope that she stays and we get to keep living this dream. However, if fate doesn’t shine on us tomorrow, I want you all to know that the memories that we have made with each other will last a life time and we will always have a special fondness in our hearts for the events that have taken place. AMOURSHIPPING UNTIL THE VERY END!!!

//oh, before i forget, it’s tradition here to give lilies of the valley to people on may 1rst, so, like this post if you want ryuji giving you some (because he’s a good boi) tomorrow when i’m online!

because flowers are good, people should give each others flowers more often.

Cold

Steve x Reader

Your heater is not working and its cold outside so you have to ask your neighbor to stay at their place for the night. 

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“Mom I don’t know what to do. The people said they can’t fix the heater till tomorrow.” You say on the phone. You’re wrapped in 5 different blankets with 5 different types of warm clothes on. You figure you will never be warm again untill you enter hell. 

“Well how cold is it?” 

“I can see my breath.” 

“Oh, honey you can’t stay there.” 

“I realized that mom. That’s why I’m calling you to ask what I should do.”

“Stay at a hotel.” 

“The roads are closed. There’s at least 5 inches of snow outside.” 

“Go to a neighbors.”

“Mom!!” You yell. One neighbor was an extremely unfriendly old man that slightly scared you. The other one was nice, shy and awkward and really hot. 

“You asked me for advice and I’m giving it to you. You can’t stay at your house to I advise you to hike it to a neighbors. Put on your big girl pants and deal with it!” She yelled through the phone. Nothing like getting your ass kicked by your mom. You hung up the phone and grabbed a pillow and stared at the door. 

You decided to go over to the nice neighbor how was shy and awkward and hot. The old man would just lock you outside. 

You walked over the house that was roughly the same small size as yours. Brooklyn houses are small and very expensive. 

You stare at the door ready to knock on it. Your heart is beating and you are quite nervous. This is going to be so awkward. You knock on the door and hear someone come to the front of the house. 

“Ms. (y/l/n)?” The man said as he opened the door and let you in. 

“It’s (y/n). And I have a huge favor to ask. Can I stay for a night here. My heater isn’t working and I would ask Mr. Davis but he kind of scares me. The repair guys are coming tomorrow so I’ll be out of your hair by morning. I can take the couch. You know what, I’ll just ask Mr. Davis. I mean his dogs don’t bite do they?-” You start nervously rambling on and on. And the man in front of you just starts to laugh. 

“Hey, hey (y/n). It’s fine you can stay here.” He says calming you down and you blush beet red. His short blonde hair is a little messy. He has kind blue eyes and a nice smile. He’s taller than you and looks like he could kick your ass if he really wanted to. He’s extremely handsome and it kind of takes you off guard. How could someone so good looking be so nice? And how is possible that he is all alone and not married or doesn’t have a girl friend with him? 

“Thanks, Steve is it?” 

“Yeah.” Then there’s this awkward silence that makes you want to cut off your fingers. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“Yeah sure.” 

Steve makes some soup and you offer to help him. 

“You’re the guest” He says placing some soup in front of you. You felt bad since you had invited yourself over to his house and intruded on his Tuesday night. 

“Thank you so much.” 

“Really (y/n) its no problem.” He said smiling. You found it easier to talk to him as dinner went on. It became less awkward between you to, and you were so thankful. 

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks after dinner. 

“Sure what do you have?” You ask and he points you towards a place with all kinds of movies. 

“I see you like some classics.” You say noticing his collection. Most are black and white and all of them are old, but classic. 

“How about Singing in the Rain?” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

“Can we watch the sing along version?” You ask him and he laughs making you smile. 

“Can you sing?” 

“Well…no. Can you?” 

“Not even a little bit.” 

“So the sing along version it is.” 

“I can do that dance move” You say in the middle of the movie. 

“Oh can you now” Steve says almost daring you. 

“You don’t believe me!” You say acting insulted. You pause the movie and stand in front of the movie. You blush but dance in front of him and he bursts out laughing. 

“Aww. Steve don’t laugh! Can you do better?” 

“I don’t dance.” 

“It’s not hard. Just pop it, lock it, polka dot it, countrify it.” You recite from your favorite movie as a kid. 

“Where is that from?”

Hannah Montana The Movie.” 

“Hannah Montana?” 

“Oh, my gosh Steve! You haven’t seen Hannah Montana! My 11 year old self is so disappointed at you. Forget Singing in the Rain! You need to watch a real movie” 

“Is there also going to be a sing along version?” 

“Yeah! And the bonus features have dance lessons!” You say excitedly and Steve just shakes his head but he laughs. By the end of the night Steve can some what Pop it and lock it. 

“Good night Steve.” You said as you laid down on the couch. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Well I thought I was going to sleep, if you want me to leave I can…” You say anxious. 

“Relax (y/n), I was just wondering why you would sleep on the couch.” 

“Because I’m the guest? Is this a trick are you trying to get me into bed with you” 

“No, you deserve the bed because you are the guest. Come on follow me.” Steve says and you instantly blush about the whole bed thing. 

You follow him into his room and its surprisingly super clean. You don’t know why you are so amazed, his whole house is clean. He quickly goes into the bath room and changes into sweat pants. 

“Here, you can sleep here tonight and I’ll take the couch.” You feel guilty but thankful at the same time. You felt it was a little impossible that Steve Rogers was even a real person and not a saint. He still has time to get his sainthood though, maybe you could enter him for consideration. 

“Steve wait.” You say without thinking and your heart starts beating loud and fast and you start to sweat. Please don’t say what you want to, you plead with yourself. 

“There’s enough room for both of us.” Damn it! You just had to open your big mouth, you just had to say something. Steve’s going to take one look at you and laugh or kick you out. This is why you can’t-

“Is this some kind of trick to get me in bed with you?” He mocks before sitting down on his bed. He looks at you and smiles. You feel your heart pick up it’s pace again. 

“Shut up!” You say throwing a pillow at him before you lay next to him and feel warmth surround your body. 

i know the day isnt over for everyone and that its only around 8 on the west coast, but im really proud of all my lgbt folks, especially us in the US, for getting through today. i know at points it may have seemed impossible, but you did it. ESPECIALLY to my closeted people who had to be around family all day, trying your hardest to act okay, counting down the hours until it would be an acceptable time to turn in so we can finally shut the door and cry. i am so, so proud of you all. tomorrow is another day. we will take it one day at a time, grieving together, learning about the people we lost and celebrating their extraordinary lives. we will get through it. there is hope for our futures. i know its hard to see that light right now, but the air will clear as we work through this together. i believe in all of you and im incredibly proud and inspired by all of your strength.