i know you only wanted the middle one

Coffee and Cigarettes || l.h

Summary: There’s not much to tell here other than this was inspired by Coffee and Cigarettes by NeverShoutNever.

A/N: I know that Luke doesn’t smoke (as far as we know) but I thought this idea was cute and I wanted to write something for him so

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You opened your front door and stepped out into the chilly October morning. It was only 7 AM, but it almost felt like the middle of the night to you. You’d been getting up this early for months now, but you still weren’t entirely used to it.

As you started walking towards downtown, you gripped your travel mug of coffee in one hand and used your other to pull out the pack of cigarettes from your back pocket. You knew smoking was a bad habit, but you’d tried everything to help you quit and nothing seemed to stick.

When you were almost to your spot on the street, you started to walk a little faster, you guitar case hitting your backside again and again. You wanted to get set up before the foot traffic got too busy.

When you got to your corner, you had just finished the cigarette, throwing the butt on ground and stepping on it. You took a quick swig of your coffee before pulling your guitar out of it’s case. It was gonna be a long day…

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It was about 3 o'clock when you finally decided to pack up for the day. You didn’t know how many songs you had sang that day, but you definitely didn’t make as much money as you had thought you would’ve. You put the money in your back pocket before pulling out another cigarette. You hadn’t had one since your walk over here and you were dying a little inside.

As you started putting your guitar back in it’s case, cigarette dangling from your mouth, you heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Uh, excuse me, do you think I could use your lighter?”

You looked up and saw a man, maybe a little older than you, staring at you with bright blue eyes. He was tall and he had blond his hair pulled into a small bun and he had scruff along his jaw line. You had to admit, he was gorgeous.

“Oh, um yeah, yeah sure.” You stuttered, pulling the lighter from your front pocket and handing it to him before picking up your guitar case. He smiled a small smile at you before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

He went and sat down on a bench a few feet away and looked at you expectantly. When you still didn’t move, he patted the seat next to him and raised an eyebrow. You reluctantly made your way over to the bench and sat down, studying the man out of the corner of your eye.

You thought you were being sneaky, but when he started chuckling, you figured you’d been caught. You looked over at him and he was already staring at you. He stuck out his hand and you took it, reluctant again. He smiled crookedly at you, the cigarette balancing out the black ring in his lip nicely. “I’m Luke, by the way. Oh and uh, here’s your lighter back.”

You smiled back at him before taking your lighter and putting it back in your pocket. “Thanks, I’m Y/N.”

It was quiet for a moment, both of you just watching the people bustling around you. It was more comfortable than you would’ve thought. You didn’t know Luke, but you didn’t mind being with him like you did with most people.

“You know, you sounded really good today.”

You were a little startled when Luke spoke and a blush spread across your cheeks when you realized he had heard you playing. “Oh, well thank you. I didn’t see you stop to listen.”

He smirked a little, studying the way your cheeks turned even more red when he looked at you. “I was a bit off to the side, you didn’t really look my way. I spent almost half an hour listening to you.” He sent you a wink before tossing the rest of his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

You giggled and did the same, even though you didn’t want the conversation with Luke to be over. “You should come back tomorrow. I’m always here on the weekends and I take requests.” It was your turn to wink, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, barely visible thanks to his scruff.

He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. “Well, if I stay the whole afternoon, do you think I could take you to get coffee afterwards?”

Instead of blushing this time, you grinned at his nervousness. You grabbed his hand to reassure him, surprised that someone like him would need to be reassured. “Sure Luke, I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You stood up and grabbed your guitar case, starting back towards your apartment. Before you got too far, you heard a quiet “Bye, Y/N.”
You smiled and kept walking, happy that your normal Saturday of coffee and cigarettes ended with a date you couldn’t wait for.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I really like the name Alexander but my friend keeps telling me it's too basic and androgynous. I really like the name, but I'm having second thoughts now, especially because I don't want to change my middle name and Alexander Isabella Gerber is a bit of a mouthful (idk if it sounds good either). Does anyone have any advice or has had the same problem?

Hey! There’s nothing wrong with the name Alexander; in full it is a masculine name it’s only gender neutral when it’s shortened to Alex but I know plenty of guys called Alex! If you like it then things like that shouldn’t put you off! If you’re worried about it then try looking up new names and see if there’s another one you like and try it out. Your name is your choice, don’t let anyone else decide your name for you!

-Louie

So the beautiful Hikaru reunites with Demora and Ben gif set has landed on my dash once again and as I was staring at it, I noticed something…

While Demora goes to run into Hikaru’s arms, I noticed something in Ben’s hand. It’s not really apparent until you see the scene where Hikaru lifts Demora up and holds her close:

(Also showing because LOOK AT BEN’S ADORING FACE OF LOVE AT HIS DAUGHTER AND HUSBAND.)

Right there, smack in the middle of the screen visually is this:

That is right, a stuffed toy in the shape of the Enterprise.

Such a small, cute domestic detail that one spouse holds the child’s toy as the kid goes to greet the other parent.

But also, not only does it speak volumes, I want to know everything about it. Demora is at a grown enough age as a child to have one of those objects that she brings around everywhere. And her’s is a stuffed ship. How does she play with it? Does she pretend to be captain? Does she imagine adventures of her dad being captain? Is the ship even named the Enterprise? Did Hikaru give it to her or is it something she wanted or something Ben gave her, I just… 

All the answers. Need. I need them.

snapdragon-princess  asked:

Do you know of any au/alternate canon fanfic where Yuuri is a more confident person? Can be due to time-travel, or any other reasons.

Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that may fit what your looking for! I love confident Yuuri! (Psst… you can find more confident!Yuuri fics on my role reversal AU list!)


Confident Yuuri


Escort Me by lucycamui, Explicit, 5k
On a ‘business’ trip to Tokyo, Victor picks up a captivating escort… ft. Confident Yuuri! Thumbs up! (The ending is not what you’d expect hahaha)

Surprise, Motherfuckers by LazyPotatoo, Gen, 5.3k
When Yuuri and his friends stumble upon an unusual bar, Yuuri is forced to showcase a skill of his past. Oh, and then he accidentally becomes an urban legend. Thumbs up!

I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k
At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. Well, it’s not as if the Japanese legend has been able to get 23-year-old Viktor Nikiforov out of his mind since the young man enchanted him at the GPF banquet in Sochi months earlier, anyway. Role swap AU!

Faded by martialartist816, Explicit, 6.2k
Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Exactly What I Wanted by SharkGirl, Teen, 722 words
“That depends.” Yuuri scooched closer, bumping their noses. “Are you hungry?” Quick, cute one shot!

Bedroom Warfare by RedishBlueRose, Explicit, 2.1k
In the middle of the night, a war commences inside a hotel room. SPICY KATSUDON

Drape me in your warmth by Miiika, Teen, 27k (WIP)
So Victor being Victor, he kidnapped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for. Prince AU!

Weakness by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 1.8k
“Some might have thought it was a poor choice, pointing out a skater’s flaws. But to him, it was a symbol of both his biggest weakness and his greatest strength. It was something that could push him to do better or bring him to his knees. And that something was watching him from across the ice right now.” VERY sweet!

stay young (go dancing) by ryuuzaou, Explicit, 7.2k
“Do you do this with every pretty boy that serves you champagne?” Yuuri asks, finally a touch of humor in his tone. “I’ll admit, I’m the flirty type,” Viktor says, “but I haven’t asked to kiss any.” Oh, fuck it. Yuuri throws caution to the wind and says, “You won’t have to.” Shy on the streets, eros in the sheets… ;)

Age as Fireflies at Dusk by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche), Teen, 4k
In which it’s more than obvious to Lilia Baranovskaya that Yuuri is trained in ballet, and Yuuri proves to have more of a backbone than anyone in the Russian contingent except Yuri expected to see. Especially when Victor isn’t around to act as a buffer. Great fic!

last year’s offer (this year’s guarantee) by persephoneggsy, Explicit, 3.5k
When Victor gives Yuuri more details about what happened the night of the banquet, the Japanese skater ends up finding out that he did one more embarrassing thing before he inevitably passed out. HOT!!

Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov. WOW!

Love Wins! by QuinnTuha608, Explicit, 4.6k
After Yuuri ends the Cup of China short program competitions with a new personal best and a spot at the top Viktor decides to celebrate by going out on a date; later in the night Yuuri explores his more dominant side in the bedroom. HOOOO BOY IT’S HOT UP IN HERE

Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!

Twenty things I’ve learned in Twenty Years

1. Life will break you down until you’re crawling on your hands and knees, until you feel like you are Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders, until you feel like the raging inferno inside of your chest is going to combust. These are the moments that will forge you in a fire and make you more unbreakable than diamonds.

2. We are made of stardust, at least that’s what they say. I remember someone told me that every atom in my body once belonged to a star that exploded. At night I stare at my hands and wonder when I will erupt. I know now that I cannot trust anyone else to keep me whole in the darkest hours of the night but my own two star infused arms.

3. You will fall in love, and that is okay. Sometimes we need to fall in love to remember that there is good out there. Fall in love with the boy who opens the door for you, fall in love with your boss who works too hard, fall in love with the woman who hands out roses on that one street corner, fall in love with yourself.

4. They weren’t lying when they said we accept the love we think we deserve. I grew up being told I was a mistake and so I adopted the idea that no one could ever love a mistake. I was wrong (they were wrong) and now it’s up to me to prove them wrong. Don’t believe the things they said, you are so much more than the toxins they tried to poison you with.

5. Close your eyes, count to ten, and open them again. You are not alone. I know it may feel like you are the only one, but believe me when I say that you aren’t. I was where you are, and now I have talked to more people that have been through much worse than I than I would like to admit to. You are never alone, not really.

6. Music can save. Play it as loud as you can with the windows down as you drive (probably a little too fast). Play it while you are at work and while you are in the shower and play it when you want to give up in the middle of the day and when you want to give up in the middle of the night. Just play the music that tugs at your heartstrings, it may save you.

7. Nothing in life is easy, not really. You will catch a few breaks here and there, but the rest of the time you will find yourself fighting tooth and nail to make it back to the top. Don’t give up, I almost did this year and if I had I wouldn’t be able to witness what the sun looks like shining in her eyes.

8. You will have scars, and that’s fine. We all have them but it’s up to you if you want to hide them or show your battle wounds to the world so they know how strong of a warrior you are, so they know not to fuck with you.

9. Watch the sunrise, and watch the sunset. There is something about the sun that screams life; let the light bleed into you and consume you until you shine with it. Sometimes it’s the simple things we are missing in life that we need the most.

10. They will say they love you and then they will turn around and break your heart. You cannot compare your life’s worth to the empty spaces that were once filled around you. People will leave (willing or not) and life will go on. Let life go on.

11. If you are under the impression you are broken, then it is up to you to decide if you are or not. It took me years to admit that I was never quite whole, but when I did it was the most freeing feeling ever. Brokenness does not take away from perfection, and you are the very definition of perfect.

12. It’s okay to let people in, you don’t need to cage yourself away from the rest of the world, don’t forget to live your life while you pursue safeness.

13. Hobbies will save you when all else fails you, find a hobby and stick to it. When the world feels all too loud, a hobby can make you go deaf.

14. The moment you realize Wonder Woman or any other superhero you idolized as a child is not going to swoop down and save you is when your life changes. You have to be your own hero in this world. Stop waiting for someone to save you and go save yourself.

15. They are gone, she took her own life and he died in a car crash and she died from cancer and he left. You cannot live your life counting how many people that held a piece of your heart vanished, I’m not saying to forget about them I’m just saying that it’s okay to say goodbye.  

16. It’s okay to cry; cry in the shower and in bed and in your car, being sad is okay as long as you don’t let it consume you.

17. Smile as much as you can even on the bad days.

18. For God’s sake, don’t let them ruin you. You are so strong, you’ve made it this far and that means you can make it another day. If you can get through today you can get through tomorrow and every day that follows. If you feel like you can’t get through the day then sit down and don’t move until the light is peaking in through your window.

19. Never say never. If you think you can’t do something try anyway, this is your life, you are the main character of your own story, but you are also the author of your story. Write it however you want, but don’t give up halfway through.

20. Just don’t take your life. While this is something I learned this year I’m also writing this as a reminder to myself and to you. Don’t do it, please. There can be more to life than what you are feeling right now, don’t rob yourself of the beauty of this world. Don’t give up, no matter how much it hurts.
—  An open letter to myself, and to you. (Sometimes I write until I run out of words) ALightLitInTheDark

more southern keith headcanons

  • he can drive a stick
  • his first car was a red truck. you can’t convince me otherwise (also the truck was a stick shift)
  • keith “bless your heart” kogane
  • the only thing he knows how to cook is grits
  • he doesn’t even like grits
  • you can take the keith out of the honky tonk but you can’t take the honky tonk out of the keith
  • his fanny packs are monogrammed. lance makes fun of him for it. he also tries to guess what keith’s middle name is based on the initials but keith refuses to tell him
  • “i’m fixin’ ta go shoppin’, y’all want somethin’?”
  • sweet tea is a staple

Mine | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: ass grabbing idk

prompt: “grab her ass in front of guys that want her, and grab her ass in front of girls that want you.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for over-protective theo.

Dating wasn’t easy, Dating Theo Raeken was a full on suicide mission. But no matter how hard it seemed, It would always be worth it; For the both of you.

You and Theo started dating a couple months after he came to Beacon Hills, Even though you were a beta in Scotts pack and surprisingly even after all the terrible things he did to your pack you saw the man in the monster, You accepted him and his flaws; And that’s exactly what made Theo fall oh-so deep in love with you. But when you started dating, Even though Theo is a big fan of PDA and not to mention one hell of a jealous wolfie, You two kept your relationship low-key.

This may have caused a couple of problems, Considering your boyfriend basically has a group of fangirls constantly by his side you may have been caught jealous a few times. But I mean, Who could blame them? Your boyfriend has one hell of a body; But then again, It’s your boyfriend.

And let’s be honest here, Theo was basically always jealous and not to mention over protective over you when it comes to other guys. Any time he saw a guy coming up to you, And especially if he was flirting with you, He would always walk up next to you and pull you into a passionate kiss showing everyone who you belong too.

Today was not exceptional for you two.

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Nurseydex & Acting Class

Eyoooooooooooooooo, the CP Resident Shakespeare Ho/Theater Major is back with more shamelessly using these characters as a means to talk about my major Nurseydex Antics!

As anyone who follows me knows by now, I’m a theater major. Dex and Nursey are comedy gold, and the thought of them working with any of the texts I’ve worked with is just DELIGHTFUL.

(Click here and here for my other Shakespeare Ho/theater major posts)

So without further ado!

  • Dex needs and art credit. Just one more fucking art credit. But his schedule is insane and there’s only one he can take this semester
  • it’s an acting class
  • He doesn’t want to do it. Mostly because his boyfriend will be I N S U F F E R A B L E
  • But he just wants to get this over with so he registers and just waits for Nursey to find out
  • Nursey is delighted. And registers for that class, too.
  • “YOU DON’T NEED ANOTHER ART CREDIT, DEREK!” “Dude, you really think I’m gonna miss this?”
  • Dex doesn’t really know what to expect going in, but he definitely wasn’t expecting the prof (let’s call him Casey) to be this hot middle aged guy who dresses like Indiana Jones and lives in a cabin and recites Shakespeare to trees
  • (we’re talking Adventure Indy, not Professor Indy)
  • (what no I’m not basing him on my prof Kerry who is also currently directing me in Julius Caesar why would you think that)
  • Nursey and Casey hit it off because Casey is this great mix of Passionate and IDGAF and Nursey wants to be him when he grows up
  • Dex’s main reaction to him is “?????????” until he starts talking about his cabin in the woods and then they bond over Practical Shit like fixing window panes and Nature
  • (the rest under the cut because this always happens my posts are always long af)

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Through the Ages

This is my first request and ended up being longer than usual, but I think it’s really good. 

Pairing: Laurens x reader

Warning: making out, I guess

Requested: Yes, @secretschuylersister requested #56 ( “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”)   with Laurens.

Requests are super open.

Word Count: 2680

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You met John Laurens the day you were born. Since you were fresh from the womb, and he was only one, it’s safe to say neither one of you remembers that day. However, his parents and your parents, being old friends and next door neighbors, remember it very vividly. They love to tell you how John sat next to you in the hospital bed and was completely memorized by you, a tiny, slightly pink baby.

It often times made him blush, especially when his parents joked that he was taken with you since birth.

You were six and John was seven when John declared you to be his best friend. It was your first day at school and you were headed out to recess, where all the first graders were playing. You saw John and ran over to him. You thought his friends would accept you just like John. Instead they sneered at you because you were a girl.

“You can’t play over here with us. Go sit on the swings and gossip with the other girls,” one boy said.

“Guys, it’s okay. She’s my best friend. She’s cool,” John insisted.

“Then you can go gossip with the girls too,” the other boy chimed in.

“Fine,” John grabbed your hand and tugged you away. You smiled at John.

“Thank you,” you said, as the two of you sat on the swings.

“Anytime,” John smiled his lopsided grin.

From then on, that’s the way you always spent recess.

You were ten and John was eleven when John stopped seeing you as just his best friend.

You were both sitting on the hill near your homes. It was the last day of summer. John was stressed about school, and you were trying to cheer him up. Your jokes were corny, but John couldn’t help but be completely enamored by your laugh. He couldn’t even remember what you two had been talking about.

He turned to look at you, deep in though.

“I could marry you, you know?” John blurted out. You turned to look at him and smile.

“Let’s do it then. Promise me, you’ll marry me, and I’ll marry you,” you smiled.

On that day, John couldn’t imagine he’d ever marry anyone else. He sat his head on your shoulder in content. The sun went down and reflected in your eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away from your beauty.

“You know what married people do?” he mumbled. “They kiss.”

“Kiss?” you said surprised.

“I mean, we’re gonna kiss someday. Why not kiss each other first?” he shrugged. You smiled.

“Sure,” you leaned in.

The kiss was a hot mess, but the two of you were happy and content in that moment.

You were thirteen and John was fourteen when you realized you loved John as well. John got back from a month long vacation in New York during the summer. He knew that was where you wanted to go when you graduated, so he snapchatted you a bunch. However, when John got home, you took notice of how much taller he was and how much deeper his voice had gotten.

“John!” you called. He had come over to your house the moment he had gotten home.

“Y/n!” John yelled, engulfing you in a hug.

“Look at you! You’re so much taller now!” you marveled.

“Yeah, puberty does that to you,” John smiled a lopsided smile. “You wanna go sit since it’s actually late and I start high school like tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the dimming sunlight.

The path wasn’t far and the two of you plopped down to watch the sunset. You leaned over to look at him. He had his lip in between his teeth in deep thought.

“You okay?” you asked.

He turned to face you in surprise.

“Hm? Oh yeah. I’m just…nervous about tomorrow I guess,” he smiled weakly.

“Don’t be,” you said. You felt a weight in your chest before speaking softly. “Uhm…and if you should find you don’t really have time for me anymore, I understand,” you said, not letting him see your sad face.

“No,” he said. He grabbed your face in his hands to make you look at him. “I’m gonna be here. We promised to get married, remember?” you both giggled at the memory.

You both got quiet and the silence grew thick as you were both close. You saw for the first time the way his hair curled around his face. The way his freckles made a map of his face. The way his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

You took a leap of faith and leaned. John was quick to close the tiny gap. In your mind, you saw fireworks as the two of you kissed.

You pulled apart breathless.

“We should head home,” John murmured. You both sat in the dark now, the beautiful sunset long gone. You nodded in agreement, but your mind was running with thoughts of John. You were in love.

That same year, you almost lost a best friend. John took you up on your offer of being too busy to see you. That year, he saw you nine times. Your parents had dinner every month, and that was the only time John was ever free to hang with you.

You tried not to let it bother you. John deserved happiness and friends, and he had that.

In the night, you couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in.

That summer, however, things went back to a more tense version of normal. You were nervous about high school. John was nervous about making the baseball team. There was still the tension of not talking to you for a whole year.

When you started your freshman year, John looked out for you. Your friends were in the same social group, yet there was always an unspoken division of boys and girls.

That year John had a perpetual blush on his face. His friends teased him endlessly about his crush on you, but your friends did exactly the same. Things were going perfectly, until John got a girlfriend.

You were fifteen and John was sixteen the first time you both experienced a heartbreak.

It was around this time you realized John was actually hot. He had grown up nicely. John was noticing the same things about you. You had started to fill out, and John’s friends were taking notice. John had to constantly smack the backs of his friends’ heads for making comments on your appearance right in front of you.

John’s friend Charles Lee was the one who finally asked you out. He was notorious for being a fuckboy, but you were naïve, and John was too busy with his girlfriend to notice you. You said yes, even though you didn’t want to.

You and Charles had a lovely date at the movies, until he drove off into a little clearing. You were just thinking how lovely it would be to have an older boyfriend as a freshman. He could be your summer romance, and then for sophomore year, you’d have an upper classman as a boyfriend.

However, Charles had another idea.

“So, how did you like tonight?” he asked.

“It was incredible. Thank you,” you smiled shyly.

“Well, maybe I could show you something more incredible,” Charles smirked.

“What could be more incredible than tonight?” you asked naively. Charles just chuckled before leaning over to kiss you. The kiss was nothing like with John from forever ago. It was too pushy and needy. Soon Charles pushed his tongue into your mouth and clawed at the hem of your shirt. You pushed him off of you.

“Stop. I don’t want this,” you frowned.

“Come on. Don’t be such a prude,” Charles murmured, going to kiss you again.  

“No,” you pushed him back. Charles just stared at you shaking his head.

“I knew you were always Laurens’s whore,” he spat, driving you home.

Tears formed in your eyes, and when you got home, you wanted to run straight to your room. John however, was outside waiting to see how your date went, when he saw the tears in your eyes. When he asked what was wrong, you couldn’t help but spill the whole story, crying even harder. He hugged you tight, muttering things about Charles.

The next day, he found Charles laughing with your friends and slammed him against the lockers.

“John! Stop! He’s not worth it,” you said your voice cracking. John repressed the words he wanted to say. Instead, he pulled back and let a puff of angry air out. His girlfriend came by like she did every morning to whisk him away to make out. There you were, heartbroken and alone. Charles didn’t love you, but that didn’t sting as much as knowing that John didn’t love you like you wanted him to.

John’s heartbreak came the next school year, when you were a sophomore and he was a junior. It was a few days before his seventeenth birthday. The two of you were born one year and two days apart, and you were excited to show John what you had gotten him. It was a wedding ring as a joke, since you two promised to get married.

John’s newest girlfriend had other plans. For his seventeenth birthday, she was going to give him herself. A few days before John’s birthday, she did just that, after only one month of dating. That didn’t sound like the John you knew, and it only added to the long list of heartbreak. However, soon after she broke up with him. John cried.

You two sat on the hill for the first time since middle school, staring into the sunset. John’s head was in your lap, and you were lightly running your fingers through his hair.

“I thought she loved me…I thought she was gonna want to stay with me, but it turns out she didn’t know I was a virgin. She was only in it for the sex,” he couldn’t look you in the eye.

“She sucks. I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m done with stupid love and shit,” he grumbled. You had planned on giving him his gift tonight, but that seemed to be in poor taste now.

“Promise me something,” John said, sitting up to look you in the eyes.

“Sure,” you crinkled your brow.

“Save yourself for someone who loves you,” he said, urgently. “Don’t make my mistakes.”

“H-How do I know if they love me, though?” you stammered.

“If you can’t decide, just…save yourself for me then,” he rambled out, surprising himself.

“You?” you asked surprised.

“Yeah. If you’re ready and you don’t want it to be some stranger, I’ll be there,” he smiled. He wanted to add “because I love you” but he wasn’t that bold just yet.

“S-sure,” you stammered again blushing.

You looked down, but John tilted your head up. You looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. John slowly pushing you down into the grass. You slowly began to lift your hands up into his shirt. He broke the kiss momentarily to slip your shirt off. John kissed down your neck softly, then he began to suck on one spot, nibbling on it slightly. You moaned out in response. After a minute, when you were sure, he’d left a hickey, he suddenly pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sadness in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were too stunned to tell him it was okay. Your mind screamed at you to tell him how much you liked it, how much you liked him. Instead, you sat there. He ran home. You slipped on your shirt.

You slowly drifted apart after that night.

It didn’t take long for the hickey to fade, but it never faded from your memory. It constantly tormented the both of your minds. You wondered if it meant John loved you. John wondered if you enjoyed it and loved him.

You were seventeen and John was eighteen the time the two of you finally fucked. Although, you wanted it to be sweet and slow and nice sex. You knew immediately after that it was a casual fuck.

You and John had found your way together at a party, drunkenly reconnecting. By some grace, you actually made drunk plans for dinner the next night.

That night John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you filled out so nicely, and you couldn’t keep your mind from wondering about how he had developed.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The dinner ended with nothing substantial happening, however, when you got to the street you both lived on, both of you fully aware your parents were away on vacation together, things picked up.

“So,” John began. “Did you ever…met someone you loved?” John asked. You fully understood what he was implying.

“Never,” you whispered, leaning in close. “Although, I think I’ll take your advice from forever ago…” you trailed off.

That was all it took. John slammed his lips into yours. You trusted him, although in hindsight he was going to graduate and leave in about ten days. You should have known.

You should have known the way his hands knew just what to do was muscle memory. You should have known this was routine for him.

But the way his body pressed against yours. The closeness you felt with the man you loved. You couldn’t hardly stop yourself and justify it in that moment to your needy brain.
I was incredible, but short lived.

Lying there after, you felt vulnerable and stupid. He rolled right onto his side and began to fall asleep. You sat up, embarrassed. He couldn’t actually love you.

His arm shot up and pulled you back to the bed.

“Stay,” he mumbled. So, you stayed. This changed nothing.

The next Monday, John’s last Monday, everything was the same.

You ignored John. When he graduated, you took one forced photo with him. You didn’t see him for a while after that.

You were twenty-two and John was twenty-three the next time you saw him.

You had finally moved to New York. You had gotten into Columbia college, but had forgotten John was going to graduate school there until one fateful day.

John was rustling around with his friends when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was you, until Alex started calling out your name.

“You know her?” John whispered to Alex.

“Yeah, I’m the teacher’s assistant in her intro to law class,” Alex replied as you walked over.

“Hi, y/n! These are my friends, Hercules, Lafayette, and Laur-“ you cut him off

“John?” you asked hesitantly.

“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.

“Uhm…We’ll just go now,” Alex said looking suspiciously between you and John, before raising an eyebrow at John, suggestily.

You and John started to walk.

“So…Uhm…It’s been a while,” he began. You scoffed.

“Yeah,” you said coldly.

“So why’d you ignore me after we…” he trailed off, hurt lacing his voice.

“Fucked?” you finished. “Because, you were just going to leave me anyway. You just wanted my virginity for some power trip or something.”

“You have to believe me. That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his sad eyes betraying the anger in his voice.

“You can’t prove it. You just feel bad about it,” you yelled back.

“Yeah, well what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he yelled, his patience gone.

You instantly softened.

“Y-you have?” you asked. He nodded his head in response.

“Well, if you were to say that, I would probably tell you I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen?” you smiled.

“I’d probably do this,” John leaned down to capture your lips in his. From somewhere in the distance, his friends cheered.

You were twenty-four and John was twenty-five when the two of you got married, and your lives began.

Very Weird Prompts

“I came home to find you sitting on the floor with a pizza and whispering to it ‘om nom nom nom deeeelicious’ like the bag from Dora the Explorer, what the fuck, are you okay?”

“You’re my new cellmate and you just offered to help me break out but only if I’ll sing ‘Breaking Free’ from High School Musical with you.”

“I know I just broke into your apartment in the middle of the night but there are some bad people after my special power over alternate universes and I’ve decided to put all my faith on you to save everything.”

“Your grandmother was the best in her field and you’re the only one she ever taught listen I know you don’t want this but we need someone to take the job as soon as possible and you’re our best choice.”

“People faint when my emotions run high I hate this power do you know how many times I’ve tried to explain this.”

“See this dog? Take it, he’s gonna be important.”

“I know you’re royalty, but there are greater things at stake, so put on the freaking gillysuit and follow me.”

“I know what this looks like and I honestly have no explanation as to why this kind gentleman got himself killed by my toe.”

“I need a hairdryer, a fork and a little bit of glue.”

“Ah yes, the endless abyss. The unforgiving darkness in which I will be alone in foreve- Wait who the hell are you?!”

“Alright, so let me get this straight; You’ve been locked down here for what? ….Two weeks?! And you never bothered to yell for help? Not even once?!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Well…not really, your Captain’s dead, but I can fly a plane! …I think… anyways, please put on your seatbelt, the Bermuda Triangle does NOT kid around haha”

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I had a lot of feelings this week. This is what came out of them.

Spoilers for Episode 85 ahoy.

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When Percy opens the door to the inn room, he sees Vex standing in front of a long mirror. Her hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders and back in long waves, and she’s wielding a brush as fiercely as she might wield her bow, yanking on a knot near her ear. When she notices him, she doesn’t look up. “We have enough money to each have our own rooms, you know.”

After the last couple of days, he doesn’t take it personally. “I’m sorry, is this Vex I’m speaking with?” he says mildly. “Maybe our rakshasa friend came back early and replaced her.”

“Fuck you,” she replies, but her heart is clearly not in it.

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To all the partners and verses I miss…

I want you to know that in my head, our muses are off somewhere being blissfully happy. If we stopped writing together in the middle of a fight, they made up without us muddling muns in the way, and they’re happy. They shared a bubble bath last night and one of them cooked for the other. It wasn’t perfect but they had a great night.

If they were only friends, they’re closer than ever. If they were enemies, they’re still staking each other out and plotting their revenge, and they’re enjoying it thoroughly.

If they were in love, they still are. If we took a look into their futures, they’d still be smiling at each other, maybe with a little bit of gray in their hair.

I had a great time with you and we’ll always be friends, even if we do’t talk as much as we used to. And if you ever want to get back to it, you know where to find me. xo

He woke up with a start, mildly disoriented as he tried to place what had woken him. But he couldn’t figure it out. He was just about to go back to sleep when he heard the sound again.

That and the fact that the spot beside him on the bed was empty was enough to let him know exactly who he was looking for even before he slid out of the bed and slipped into his slippers. He pulled on the black silk robe on the chair beside the bed, belted it and walked out of the bedroom, eyes used to the darkness as he went searching for his errant boyfriend.

He found him in the pantry, a look of intense concentration on his face as he studied the pantry, full lower lip caught in between his teeth as he deliberated on whatever he was thinking so hard about.

He was so focused on studying the contents of the pantry that he startled when Magnus slipped his arms behind him and rested his face against his neck

But then he relaxed and yielded and Magnus hummed. “Alexander, I know you’re obsessed with everything in the pantry having its ‘proper place’, but I like it the way it is, I know where everything is. And most importantly, two o'clock in the morning is not the right time to go on a redecorating spree.”

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Tarot Reading At Events

Tarot Reading At Events

Before I begin, I encourage everyone to please read the disclaimer at the bottom of this post. Being a Tarot reader who does a significant amount of reading events at festivals, conventions, fairs, and private parties, I thought I would share some insight on things I wish I knew when I first started reading Tarot at events.

Before The Event 

Because each event and situation is different, the preparation can vary but here are some things that I take into account before an event.

Legal:
Some events require a business license, proof of tax id, a merchant’s license and or an entertainers license. Some do not.

Event and Vendor Contracts:
It is important to always look over everything before signing. If there is something that is confusing or you need anything clarified, ask up to two reputable people to explain it just to be sure. If you are providing your own contract for a private event it is always good to include things like payment, cancellation policies, allotted space provided, if you need to provide your own furniture, force majeure, parking policy, etc. I always like to ask about alcohol being served to be able to prepare myself for people who may be under the influence. I ask about smoking and loud noise to help determine if those are conditions I’d be able to do readings under.

  • Is alcohol being served at this event?
  • Will smoking be permitted on the premises?
  • Will there be a smoking designated areas?
  • Will my table or space be located near the designated smoking area?
  • Will my table or space be located near speaker systems, live entertainment, etc?

Travel Expenses:
Something that I didn’t take into account when I first started reading for events are travel, gas and lodging expenses. For private events, I like to include this expense in the contract. For public conventions and festivals, I like to keep this in mind in my event budget.

Getting Paid:

It is always good to know before committing to an event how you will be paid. Some of the more common practices that I have experienced are:

  • The event holder prepays a deposit (usually half the agreed upon rate) for X amount of hours or X amount of readings. The remaining rate is paid for once the event is completed.
  • Paid per reading. The event holder takes a percentage of the amount of money made for each reading and other misc services.
  • You keep all revenue made but prepay for your space or table fee beforehand.

Fees:
For events like conventions and fairs, there are usually booth, space and table fees. You may also have to pay an event ticket fee.  There are also usually premium spaces, premium corner spaces and multiple space rentals for higher rates that receive significantly more foot traffic. If you are reading at a private venue like a corporate event hall, bridal shower or private celebration, depending on the event holder, there aren’t usually table or space rental fees but sometimes there are so it is always best to ask beforehand.

Accepting Payment:
Knowing how and what ways you are going to accept payment for your readings is important to track not only your earnings but makes it easy to pay for any fees accumulated as mentioned before. Cash is usually always ideal but having the ability to accept credit card and even electronic payments is a fabulous addition to your public reading arsenal. Some of the common services that I have used to be paid at events are SquareUp, Google Wallet, ApplePay, Paypal, Venmo, etc. One thing to keep in mind when accepting payments is to take account your local tax laws. Some of these mobile payment applications allow you to apply taxes before checkout. If you are only accepting cash, having a calculator handy would prove beneficial.

What To Bring With You

Deciding What To Bring:
Because events vary significantly depending on venue, event holder and local laws it is important to make sure that you are aware of what you can and can’t bring. Referring back to your contract, you should be able to get an idea of what is allowed.
Some venues provide a set of table and chairs, while others do not. Certain venues allow candles and incense, others do not. If your venue does allow candles and incense to be burned it is always good to be mindful of those with scent sensitivities.

Bringing A Helper:
I always like to bring one friend to help me during events. Having a friend who can help you set up,  watch your booth or table during your breaks or set up the list of names for the reading sign up sheet is an invaluable asset to have.

Decks And Tools To Bring:
This is completely up to you and dependent on your preferences, reading style and the type of readings you are going to offer. I know of some readers who prefer to only use one deck. It is all up to you. Something that I have found to help me especially when reading outdoors is to keep small polished stones near me to place on top of cards so that they do not fly away before or in the middle of a reading.

Common Things To Bring With You:
This is not an exhaustive list by far nor is it something you must follow exactly. These are just some things I like to bring with me that you might want to consider as well. It is important to factor in the cost of these things before an event.

  • Portable Canopy or Pop up tent (If it is permitted and you have the adequate space)
  • Table and Chairs (If not provided)
  • I like to bring a set of four chairs. Three for clients and one for myself.
  • Seat cushions and or back cushion.
  • Table cloth and weights to keep cloth down. I like to use crystals.
  • Rain cover for tent or canopy
  • Small first aid kit 
  • Crystals or polished stones to act as small weights so cards don’t fly away if reading outdoors
  • Tip Jar
  • A few portable light sources if reading through the evening hours at an outside venue
  • Medicine that you need to take.
  • Scent free hand sanitizer.
  • Scent Free bug spray (If outdoors).
  • Sunscreen (If outdoors)
  • Tissues
  • Mints
  • Promotional signs for around event space.
  • Cooler of water bottles with ice packs
  • Cashbox
  • Portable fan
  • Phone battery backup
  • Mobile Tablet and battery backup (I utilize it as a portable point of sales device)
  • A copy of your code of ethics
  • A reading waiting list

Customizing Your Event Space:
Because each event and Tarot reader is different, customizing your event space is entirely up you, as long as it abides by the venue or event holders rules. I’ve created luxurious spaces filled with twinkle lights and scarves and other times I’ve kept my space minimalistic and simple with just a table, a set of chairs and a few signs. It is all up to you to decide what look you are going for. There is no right or wrong way to set up your event space.

Some Easy Ways To Customize Your Space:

  • Tent banner and table banner with logo and website URL
  • Crystal/Salt Lamps (electric or candle holder based)
  • Candles (electric or wax based)
  • Scarves
  • Tapestries
  • Twinkle Lights
  • Flags
  • Wind Chimes
  • Bells
  • Fabric Pannels
  • Pillows
  • Baskets
  • Lanterns
  • Faux walls with art

Promotional And Marketing Tools:
Events are a fabulous way to showcase your reading services, website and social media accounts to prospective clients. Some of the common ways that you could market yourself would be:

  • Business card holder and supplying business cards before or after readings.
  • Raffles for a paid reading or service
  • Promotional brochures about you and your readings.
  • Stickers with your logo
  • Table Tents
  • Buttons or pins
  • Flyers to your website or online shop.
  • Promotional post cards with coupon codes for new clients
  • E-mail list sign up form
  • Digital Light Box or Marquee Sign
  • Sale sheets

The Day Of The Event

Being Mindful Of Your Health:
It is important to listen to your body. Do not overwork yourself. Stay hydrated and fed. I use up a lot of spoons (energy) during reading marathon sessions. I like to have a plan of action if I have depleted my energy reserves drastically before the event. Ensure that you take breaks, walk around for a bit, use the restroom and take any medicine that you may need. If you are working outdoors, periodically applying on sunscreen and bug spray is also beneficial. Another thing that I like to do is keep a misting fan with cold water to mist myself during, especially hot and humid events. For events during cooler months, I like to keep a large comfy sweater or jacket and a scarf in my possession. For those who subscribe to the belief in creating sacred spaces, grounding and centering, and shielding your energy, these things might be beneficial for you to do before you start reading at the event.

Be Mindful Of Mean-Spirited And Unsafe People:
Sometimes you will encounter people who are skeptics or other readers who may want to show you their level of expertise and importance by making you feel less than. Remember that you are awesome and that you are worth all the hard work and dedication it took you to book this event. You are talented and do not deserve to be mistreated. Another thing to be mindful of is if your event is serving alcohol. If you are ever in a situation where someone can possibly be violent or harmful to you, themselves or others around them, knowing who to call or where the nearest authority is located is strongly beneficial before the event.

Reading Rates
There are various ways to price your services for an event. If you aren’t being prepaid or have made prior payment arrangements by the event coordinator or a private company beforehand.  Your rates are completely up to you. Some common ways to determine your reading rate are:

  • Setting a base reading rate depending on divination type. (Tarot Vs Pendulum)
  • Setting a base reading rate by tarot spread.
  • Setting a base reading rate by amount of cards pulled.
  • Setting a base reading rate by designated time breakdown.
  • Setting a base reading rate by the energy needed to perform the different type of reading. (Tarot Reading Vs Mediumship Session)

Before Reading For Others:
I think it is important to keep an open mind when reading for others and to set safe boundaries for yourself. I also think its important for readings to be done in a respectful and comfortable way for both parties involved. Before I begin any reading I like to designate a few moments to either share a copy of my ethics of my prospective client or give them a short rundown of my ethics, ask for their preferred pronouns and provide my preferred pronouns to them as well. I also listen attentively to any questions or concerns the client may have before the reading. I also make an effort to ensure that my readings are accessible to everyone so I also ask if there is any way they would prefer the reading performed that is nonverbal. I do my very best to accommodate this.

Calming Nervousness:
It can be intimidating reading for others in person. Something that I like to do is introduce myself casually to prospective clients walking by. I like to smile, start a little small talk and talk a little bit about the event and who I am. This gets the good vibes going for me and helps to ease my nervousness. Before reading I like to shuffle my cards a few times to “shuffle out” any of my nervousness.

After Reading For Others:
After the allotted time for the reading has passed or you have wrapped up the reading in its entirety, it is important to thank the client and let them know that the reading session has now ended. Being kind and firm will allow you to be accountable of your timing and also keep your reading wait list from becoming too much to handle.

After The Event:
Something that I like to do before packing up and leaving is thank the event coordinator and offer a complimentary reading if they have not received one already. I clean up my space and leave. For the next week after the event, I practice lots of self-care and do what I can to help replenish my energy levels. If you subscribe to the belief of cleansing and recharging your tarot decks and or energy this week would possibly be a good time do so. I also like to take the time to write down the things I believe I could improve for next time or the next events and the things I was proud of achieving.

Misc Tips:
These tips which were graciously added with the permission of @tarotwithjeff and @corvinnia. Thank you so much!

  • Having a small clock that can be placed where both you and the client can see it.
  • A small toolkit. At the very least I take a multi-tool, a flashlight, scissors, and duct tape.
  • If you’re at a venue with access to electricity, plan accordingly. Is there a wall outlet near your space, or do you have one of those outlet boxes used at large event venues such as convention centers? Do you need to bring an extension cord and/or power strip/surge suppressor?
  • Healthy snacks!!! Especially for long events.
  • If it’s an outdoor event, take a wide-brimmed hat in addition to sunscreen.
  • Some sort of rolling crate, cart, etc. to help with schlepping stuff from your vehicle to your space at the event. This can be even more important when you’re dependent on public transportation.
  • Keep a checklist so you know what should be packed before you leave for the event, and to make sure you don’t leave anything behind after the event.
  • Have a fast pack battle plan ready for weather related situations. (Think if I need to be moved quickly how would I do that.) 
  • Rubbermaid type tubs with lids and folding dolly or hand cart can be life savers. 

The End:
I know. I know. FINALLY. This post was SO LONG. After all is said and done, being a Tarot reader at an event can be a lucrative way to market yourself, meet new and like-minded people and make great income. It is lots of hard work and dedication but it is one of the most worthwhile experiences I’ve ever done as a Tarot reader. It is my greatest hope that this article has helped you in some way.


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Title: Tarot Reading At Events
Copyright:  © Ivan Ambrose 2017
Disclaimer: This post in no way, shape, or form is intended to tell you how you must go about being a Tarot reader at an event or to police you on what to bring to such events. The intention of this post is to share my experiences with reading Tarot at events. This isn’t the only way, the absolute right way or the way that you “should” approach this topic. No event, venue or two tarot readers are alike. This is the way that I choose to do things and how events and reading venues are in my area. Your local events and venues may do things differently.  I can only speak from personal experience and what has worked for me for countless years. I encourage you to do your own research, to do what you are comfortable with and to tailor any advice provided henceforth to your specific needs and individual situation. Also please keep in mind that there are various different rules, regulations, and laws that precede your location, state, country and the event and tarot reading guidelines in your area that can and will differ from those in my location. I encourage and open up this conversation to respectful debate and added commentary to supplement this post of any kind. 
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He loves to talk, but not all the time. He tells me that talking doesn’t mean anything unless it’s worth ruining perfect silence. Most people, he says, waste their breath on everything that means nothing. But he likes when I talk. About the people in the coffee shop, and old cities I wish I’d been to, and which constellations I like best. About anything, really. We talk until the sun rises, and then we sleep all day. And we sing loudly when our favorite songs come on the radio, and we let our hands drift out the window like soaring birds, and we live. God, we live. Like addicts, and nomads, and kids with wicked minds and screaming hearts. Half the time we don’t know what day it is, but we don’t care. Because his bed feels the same on Monday and Thursday and Saturday, too. And we eat when our stomachs grow too loud, and we press close when we can’t pay the electricity bill, and we learn that sometimes what is perfect and what is enough live oceans away from each other.
     But when enough becomes too little and we don’t even have our two pennies to rub together, he performs on the street with an upturned top hat at his feet. Old, bluesy songs about wild girls and townie boys. And even though his voice is only ok, with cracks in all the important parts, people see his long hair and his big smile, and they stop to watch with enormous eyes. Look, they point: a boy who never learned how to worry playing at maturity, his face bent over a guitar, long fingers threading the strings. They stand on the streets, a cigarette break from their white collar routine, and see in him some other life. Some different path. They see themselves, a little happier, a little louder, a little more carefree. The kind ones wish him well as dollar bills float from their hands. Fives and tens and twenties from those who would do everything differently if they had another shot. One man with a fading ring tan above his left knuckle gives him a crisp hundred dollar bill, his face lost in thoughts of what might have been. Transparent. He’s like that with people: prying them open without even trying. He sees through them, and you, and even me. Especially me. 
      We lay in bed that night surrounded by paper that will only pay a fraction of our bills, but we laugh like we’ve won the goddamn lottery. Laugh so hard we can barely breath. I laugh until I cry, and he holds me in his hands and tells me that when he has the money, he’ll buy me a ring and make this whole shindig official. My voice raw with tears, I tell him he better.
     And he has the warmest hands with callouses on all the fingertips, which I don’t think anyone else knows. Not like I know. Not like they feel them against their palm and cheek and thigh in the middle of the night. I like that I hold a million tiny fragments of him that no one else has even touched. Like he calls his sister twice a week to make sure she’s not using again, and he only watches scary movies because they make my blood flow faster, and he’s an all consuming, thousand-watt, stars in his eyes kind of person. The kind people want to be around without ever knowing why. The kind who tells you he loves you and really means it.
     He only says it sometimes. When it’s just us two and the perfect silence is worth being broken. And I trace road maps across the skin of his back, and I wonder. I wonder what I did to deserve all this. The affection, and the easy smiles, and the list of kid names we like tucked away in his desk drawer. Shuffled between coins and nicotine gum. And then his breath is heavy in my hair. I never fall asleep before him because I don’t know how to stop thinking. I wonder and I wonder and I wonder how I ever thought I’d be better off on my own. And he pulls me closer. Whispers my name like a promise. All the world stands still for just this moment. And I wonder how a person- one single, broken person- can come along and make so much sense.
—  I hope you find this kind of love, and I hope you never let it go.
Why was Zhan Zheng Xi so cold and distant to Jian Yi in the beginning of 19 Days?

AFTER ALL THESE YEARS I NEVER KNEW MOST OF 19 DAYS IS SET IN THE PAST WHEN THE BOYS WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL BEFORE JIAN YI DISAPPEARED FOR 3 OR SO YEARS ON THE SECOND DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL

AND YOU KNOW WHAT BREAKS MY HEART??!!!?!??! I was so freaking confused why in the first 54 chapters, Xi was so violent to Jian Yi and I only realized TODAY that this is because after all the days they spent as best friends, AFTER ALL THE RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT,

After going through ups and downs that threatened their friendship and surviving that,

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And Xi wanting to understand his best friend more and developing a more gentle side for Jian (his one true love he just hasnt realized it yet coz oblivious af),
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After all of Xi gradually being able to let his guard down, accept his feelings and have the courage to share them to Jian Yi,
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After all the times Jian and Xi spent building a relationship that was getting closer to something much more than friendship, JIAN YI’S DAD GETS HIM ALL KIDNAPPED AND SHIT ON THE SECOND DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL?!?!?!?!?!?!

JUST IMAGINE THE PAIN AND ANGUISH XI FELT HAVING LOST HIS BEST FRIEND!!! HIS ONE TRUE LOVE!!! Xi even thought he’d never see Jian again.BRUH WHEN JIAN WAS KIDNAPPED THE FIRST TIME AND WAS GONE FOR TWO DAYS, XI WAS A MESS ALREADY AND LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN HE GOT A TEXT FROM JIAN YI TO MEET UP!! THAT WAS 2 DAYS. WHAT ABOUT 3 OR SO YEARS?!!?!

Have you ever wondered why Xi is so violent and cold to Jian in the first chapters and the original one shot?

Look at the difference between middle school Xi taking care of drunk Jian

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and university Xi dealing with drunk Jian. Mind you in the timeline after his disappearance, Jian has been shown to be an alcholic despite not being able to hold his liquor (HINT: HE HAS SERIOUS PROBLEMS).
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Well that’s because after losing Jian Yi and thinking he’d never come back, do you think Xi is ready to just let Jian Yi in that easily again considering the pain and suffering he might go through if Jian Yi disappears again? No. It’s not going to be that easy. All that closeness and intimacy from middle school is switch with cold hard distance after Jian comes back.

Obviously Xi still loves Jian. I think that in times that Xi really needs comfort and affection, Xi won’t be able to resist. Why else would he keep letting Jian come over to his apartment all the time? But it’s difficult to return to how things were in the past.

Xi gets defensive through violence over the smallest things like casual flirting or a slight touch unlike back then where he’d only glare or simply tell Jian off when he gets all touchy. I mean Jian gets punched and sht too but its not as violent and cold rejection.

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Jian must go through so much again trying to close that gap between their relationship but even he has his own secrets and problems that he’s not willing to share.This makes this scene:
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even more devastating knowing shit will hit the fan in the future. Jian Yi did come back after 3 or so years, but it’s going to take a long time for Xi to forgive.

GOD I FEEL SO STUPID FOR NOT REALIZING THIS SOONER OMFG. I GENUINELY DID NOT MAKE THE CONNECTIONS OKAY. OMFG AND WHAT HAPPENED TO TIANSHAN IN THOSE FEW YEARS WHEN JIAN WAS GONE?? Are they the “everyone” Jian was referring to when he said “Getting together with everyone was so much fun.” in one of the first few chapters set after his disappearance? SO MANY QUESTIONS. SO MUCH PAIN.

EDIT: none of the images work and idk what to do. Help? Edit: they work now yay!

silmarillion characters as wolfpupy tweets

CELEGORM: survival tip: you can sleep in an unattended birds nest for free

CURUFIN: have to stop saying “how am i going to kill my way out of this one” everytime there is trouble going on, or at least not out loud

EREINION: im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace

FEANOR: the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead 

FINGOLFIN: haha youd have to stab me with atleast 6 more knives than this, this is so little amount of knives that i am stabbed with

FINARFIN: some say killing people is the answer to the problems, me personally i think killing people is bad to do because im not a horrible monster

GALADRIEL: you have to be cruel to be kind, no wait the other thing, you have to do nice things. phew, could have caused a lot of problems

GLORFINDEL: it happens to the best of us, the best of us such as me, out of both of us im the best one, probably too great to give you usable advice

GWINDON: things are going really well for me now that ive changed the meaning of really well to the opposite of what it means in my head

MAEDHROS: to everyone who said this would never work, sorry about the huge amount of damage and all of the fires 

MAEGLIN: i don’t want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i’m going faster

MAGLOR: the “drama” fiasco is over, we learned nothing from it and nothing changed but we can safely say it is over for sure i hear that

MANWE: “who am i to judge” - the confused judge, the court room just became a comedy room in this all new sitcom, i sentence you to laugh in prison

MELKOR: at the end of the day whats important is not the enemies you’ve crushed and killed, it’s the gems, coins, and jewels you got from doing it

SAURON: only the good die young? phew good thing that i am so incredibly awful

TURIN: can only assume bad things keep happening to me because of the large amount of hexes and curses put on me by everyone all the time 

TURGON: people say “what you don’t know won’t hurt you” when in factuality i don’t know anything and am constantly being seriously injured and hurt

Try My Best

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Request: Could you do one where y/n and Shawn go to Matt’s wedding? and it’s all cute

Word Count: 2,100

A/N: Read this first to get background story. 

Try My Best

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” The priest said, letting Matt and Catherine share their first kiss as newlyweds.

“Aww, babe. Are you crying?” Shawn whispered, leaning towards you. You didn’t need to look at him to know, he was smirking widely at you.

“Shut up, Shawn. It’s beautiful” You said to your defence.

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The mistletoe

After so many years Draco should already know that he shouldn’t piss Pansy off, but, since he doesn’t now he had to suffer the consequences.

It was the week before Christmas break and Pansy was feeling extra inspired by the holidays when she decided to point her wand at Draco and now he had to walk around with a mistletoe hovering above his head.

“What do you mean this will only go away once I kiss the person I love?”

“I mean exactly that, darling” she smirked. “Next time, don’t piss me off.”

“But I don’t love anyone” Draco tried.

“Shut up, Draco, if you didn’t the spell wouldn’t have worked.”

She smiled at him and left him alone, in the Slytherin common room, with a mistletoe on top of his head.

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When Draco got to the Great Hall the normal noise of the conversations faded. The Slytherins were smirking at him – Pansy had already told them everything, probably; the Gryffindors were trying not to laugh, but it wasn’t really working; and the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were looking at him weirdly, but amused. Even the teachers were looking at him from the head table trying to understand what was in front of them.

Draco just raised an eyebrow, scowled and, with squared shoulders and head held high, headed to the Slytherin table.

“How are you, Draco?” Blaise smiled innocently.

“Good.”

“When are you going to get rid of that?” Pansy asked and Blaise laughed.

“Shut up, you two.”

That made Pansy and Blaise laugh even more and Draco asked himself the same question his friends had asked him before.

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For the rest of the week Draco walked around with the mistletoe, since he didn’t dare kiss the person he wanted to kiss.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get rid of that before the break” Pansy narrowed her eyes at him.

“I told you I don’t love anyone.”

“Shut up, Draco” she hugged him since the train was already ready to go. “We both know who you love.”

“Goodbye, Pansy, Blaise is already waiting for you.”

“Enjoy your holidays, darling.”

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Draco wasn’t sure if he would enjoy his holidays. He was one of the five only Slytherins that were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays and the other four were all younger than him.

After supper, Draco went to the library wanting to, at least, study in the holidays since there wasn’t much he could do. He was in the middle of a transfiguration essay when someone sat next to him.

“Whoever you are I’m not going to kiss you!” He said without looking up; he had already had some people going up to him offering a kiss because of the mistletoe.

“What makes you think I came here to kiss you, Malfoy?”

“What are you doing here, Potter?”

“I came here to study, hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

They studied for some time, ignoring each other and focusing on the books and parchments in front of them.

“When is that going to go away?” Potter asked suddenly.

“What?”

“The mistletoe. It’s very distracting.”

“Why?”

Draco was really confused, not understanding what Potter was trying to tell him with this stupid conversation about the stupid mistletoe, but Potter started packing his things and got up before answering him.

“The answer to your question is that the mistletoe makes me want to follow the tradition” he grinned before exiting the library.

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It was Christmas day and the students that had stayed at Hogwarts were having supper together, all sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

“Can I sit here?” Potter asked behind him.

“If you want to” Draco shrugged.

Harry smiled a little and sat next to him, starting a conversation with the Ravenclaw boy in front of him.

“Potter” Draco called when they had almost finished supper.

“Yes?” Harry looked at him.

“The other day in the library… what did you mean?”

“What did I mean when I said what?”

“Stop being difficult, you prat!”

“I mean exactly what I said… Draco.”

“Can people stop saying that?” He muttered. “And since when are we on first names basis, Potter?”

“You better get used to it and start calling me Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“You know what I meant.”

“If I knew I wouldn’t be asking.”

Harry grinned and got closer to Draco in order to whisper on his ear.

“I meant that I want to kiss you and that that mistletoe on top of your head is making it harder to ignore the urge.”

Harry saw Draco blush and tried to hide his smile behind a spoon full of desert.

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Harry was near the lake watching the sunrise; he had gotten up early just to watch it, the beautiful colours of the sun shining shyly and reflecting on the snow calmed him.

The sound of the snow crunching under footsteps made him rise his head and look at the place the sound had came from. He was surprised to see Draco appear in his view, but his lips curved into a smile when he saw the boy’s nose and cheeks red from the cold, making him look adorable.

“I didn’t know someone was here” he said once he was close enough for Harry to hear.

Draco moved his hand to take the hair out of his eyes and Harry’s eyes were drawn to the mistletoe above his head and his heart warmed with hope seeing that the blond boy hadn’t kissed anyone yet.

“Come sit with me” Harry smiled at him. “We can watch the sunrise together.”

“The sun has already raised, Potter.”

“I don’t care, just sit with me.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, but sat next to Harry anyway and looked at the view with a little smile on his face.

“I see you still haven’t done anything about that” he pointed at the mistletoe.

“Good to know your eyes work.”

Maybe if it was some years ago Harry would have answered in a different way, but now he couldn’t feel offended and he didn’t have the urge to reply in the same way so he just laughed like he never thought he would do with Malfoy.

“What are you laughing at, Potter?”

“It’s just… you’re funny, Draco.”

The other boy just looked at him surprised and, even though he tried to cover it, there was a smile on his lips when he faced the view again.

“What does it take to get rid of the mistletoe?” Harry asked curiously.

“A kiss.”

“Just that?”

“Yes.”

“Then why haven’t you kissed anyone yet?”

“Firstly, because I don’t go around kissing random people” he narrowed his eyes. “And because it has to be a kiss from the person I love.”

“And why haven’t you kissed that person yet?”

“Because I don’t think that that person wants to kiss me.”

“So you’re just going to walk around with that on top of your head your whole life?”

“Well, I don’t think this person would ever want to kiss me, but I’m hoping that Pansy has a counter spell.”

“Why do you say that that person would never want to kiss you?”

“Just drop it, Harry” he sighed.

“I don’t see why anyone would refuse to kiss you.”

“What?”

“I think you should just go for it, Draco. No one in the right state of mind, unless they are taken, would refuse you a kiss.”

Draco looked around with rosy cheeks that were like that not only because of the cold and a confused expression that made Harry’s heart warm and sad at the same time, because Draco shouldn’t be this insecure.

“I’m trying to give you a hint here, Draco. Stop overthinking and just get on with it.”

“Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say or am I completely misunderstanding you?”

“I have to do it myself, don’t I?”

“Do what?”

“Honestly, Draco!” Harry shook his head with a chuckle.

Harry smiled at Draco with shiny green eyes and placed his hand on the back of his head, leaning forward and placing his lips on the other boy’s ones. Draco gasped a little and after a few seconds of wide eyed surprised he gripped Harry’s arms and kissed him back.

“I’m glad to see it’s gone” Harry smiled when the kiss ended.

“Is it?” Draco’s hands flew to the top of his head. “How did you know that it was you? How did you know that I love you?”

Harry sucked in a breath when he heard the other boy’s confession.

“I didn’t know, Draco, but I was hoping that you did.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you, too” Harry said simply and kissed him again.

Draco couldn’t help but think, when they were watching the beautiful colours of the early morning while walking back to the castle holding hands, that Pansy would be extremely disappointed to know that Draco and Harry kissed and he got rid of the mistletoe while she was still home.