So I’m not entirely sure if this is how their first kiss would go since Hinata’s tsundere af, but the idea of him being comfortable enough with Komaeda to be the one to initiate it makes my heart melt c’:
I can imagine Komaeda, whose self-esteem and sense of self-worth is practically nonexistent. being so surprised by this predicament that he just sorta stands there and looks at Hinata like:
april favorites! i know it’s too soon to do this but i felt like it so here we go 🌸
1. muji gel pens (0.5 & 0.38) ; every studygram account loves these pens and i’ve recently started using them and holy shit they’re amazing!!
2. six of crows by leigh bardugo ; i read this book in two days honestly it’s AMAZING you should totally read it
3. steven universe ; i started watching it last month and i’m in love i love my crystal gems so much
4. now or never by halsey ; i didn’t like the song when it was released but now i can’t stop listening to it???
5. my oversized bomber jacket
6. plants/flowers doodles ; as you can see on my recent posts i draw them EVERYWHERE
7. my black oldskool vans ; i wear them like everyday // follow me on instagram: @carlostudies
1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could
2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”
3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go
4. Music will never betray me
5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t
6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?
7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him
8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you
9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone
10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it
11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy
12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore
13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall
14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too
15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry
16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”
17. I always do
18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line
19. After all of this time? …Always.
20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony
21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me
22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry
23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay
24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you
25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday
26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that
27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed
28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling
29. My number one fan was always you first
30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them
31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one
32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those
33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you
34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us
35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song
36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too
37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out
38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular
39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you
40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing
41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way
42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t
42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do
43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t
43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t
44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?
45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you
46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay
47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key
48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore
49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe
50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?
51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours
52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together
53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you
54. Sometimes it works
55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off
56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong
57. I am trying to master the art of letting go
58. And this list is a step towards better things
59. And this life is going to be alright
60. Without you, I am still me
61. Without you, I can still breathe
62. Without you, I am still alive
63. Without you, I am still poetry
64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty
65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day
66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark
67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day
68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us
69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk
70. You’ll always be my best friend
71. I still care about you
72. A whole fucking lot
73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met
74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you
75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?
76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted
77. Life waits for no one
78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you
79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you
80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out
81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes
82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart
83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt
84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze
85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.
86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.
87. I realized a few thing about loving you.
88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you
89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this
90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too
91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people
92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go
93. Maybe that’s why you still read
94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes
95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves
96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you
97. I am great, I am strong
98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s
99. I can love myself enough to let you go
100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.
1. Constant state of low-key misery brought on by not getting tickets the first time around. I’m really happy for all five of you that got tickets to the original tour, but I also wouldn’t be mad if you fell seriously ill and had to sell them to me. What’s that? Oh yes, you can definitely eat mayonnaise after it’s been left out in the sun for 36 hours.
2. Elation that Harry has added additional tour dates. This must be what it feels like to win the lottery, or at least trivia night when you’re playing against your nemesis who thinks you’re stupid for remembering how many Twilight movies there are. (Sorry bro, but you’re the idiot for not knowing the answer is five.)
3. Fear that they’re at even smaller venues than the original tour. I swear to god if he tries to do this at some 500-person club, I will take a lighter to my special-edition vinyl copy of Harry Styles and never look back.
4. Return of the elation when you realize it’s a stadium tour. Goddamn it, Harry, this is a real roller coaster! My emotions haven’t gotten this much of a workout since March 25, 2015. (If you have to ask what happened on that date, you will be denied entry at the door of each and every tour stop.)
5. Anxiety that will not abate until the on-sale date arrives. “Well, doctor, my symptoms are I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and every time I see photos of Harry Styles, it feels like I’m having a heart attack.”
6. Unadulterated rage at Ticketmaster for implementing this insane Verified Fan program. So much for getting an American Express card just so I could participate in the American Express presale. This really feels like a personal attack.
7. Terror that you will not receive a Verified Fan code. What the hell does “randomly selected” mean, Ticketmaster? Is this sweatshirt I’m wearing of all Harry’s tattoos where they are on his body not verification enough for you?
8. Intense preparation the likes of which you have not undertaken since studying for your SATs. Code, copy and pasted. Credit cards, staged. Ticketmaster account, logged into. Boyfriend, enlisted to try for the other dates within public transit distance. All systems go!
9. More rage. Oh my god, so much rage. HOW? HOW, HARRY? HOW COULD THEY ALREADY BE SOLD OUT? IT’S BEEN 0.00001 SECOND. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I LOVED YOU. IS WHAT WE HAD NOT REAL?
10. Denial that there could somehow be only one single ticket left in the entire arena. This thing seats 20,000 people, and you’re telling me there aren’t two seats left together in the entire building?
11. Acceptance that you will just have to buy that one ticket and sit alone. I’m a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a concert buddy. Anyone who thinks it’s weird that a 30-year-old adult is sitting alone at a Harry Styles concert is obviously just jealous that they’re not brave enough to sit alone at a Harry Styles concert.
12. Annoyance at someone having the gall to text you during your Very Important Ticket Buying Session. The nerve. I am Very Busy right now and cannot be bothered, especially if this is you, Verizon, texting to say that I’m almost out of data. I fucking know, OK?
13. HOLY SHIT, IT’S TICKETMASTER SAYING HE’S ADDED ANOTHER DATE. Praise be to the most high Beyoncé (I assume this was her doing).
14. Prayer and reflection. “Dear Lord, I know I haven’t been to church since George W. Bush was in office, but I promise I’ll go back and never take Your name in vain again if You find me four tickets together, so I can sit with the whole crew.”
15. A feeling of deep satisfaction and peace. VICTORY IS MINE! See you in church on Sunday.
the Best little man (separated by gen to make it easier on my soul)
gen 2 (g/s/c)
very nice and round man. the bottom one gives the beginnings of the Signature lanky look, yet i can still appreciate the smallness of the top one. also his arms look like fins and i mean that in the best way??? 8/10
gen 3 (r/s/e/fr/lg)
THE LANKY BOY. long neck gives him a good weighted look and i can dig it. r/s/e/fr/lg took the cautious approach while emerald’s more modeled after the first gen 2 sprite. the top one has a better line of action though i think i like that the most VERY NICe 9/10
gen 4 (d/p/pt/hg/ss)
clearly ampharos is capable of two moods: wildly happy or very curious. the d/p/pt sprite on the top has a softer face compared to the rest of the boys, but it makes him look much softer when pose is taken into account and a SMILE!. the hg/ss sprite on the bottom looks SO GOOd WHAT BOLD LINES YOU HAVE god i love him 9.5/10
gen 5 (b/w/b2/w2)
dwindled down to one sprite, and happily combines his cautious and fun self. a polite wave is all you need. look at that smirk. like an upperclassman who’s loved by everyone.so much character in this banana boy 10/10
gen 6/7 (x/y/s/m)
like every 3d sprite, he’s pretty dull, but not so much compared to other pokes. loses his golden undertone, but retains that lovable form, i’d rate thi-
A/N: yay part two of this lovely imagine!!!! and yes i’m already like half way done part three so expect that soon too :)
Word Count: 3,793
The reaction you were getting from the many Leafs players and staff, accompanied by their families or girlfriends, was one you were used to as people first saw your childhood house. Cause, well it couldn’t even really be considered a house. Even before your fathers NHL career, both he and your mother came from money, so much that it embarrassed you now to say what sort of numbers were sitting in your bank account. But your embarrassment wasn’t to be mistaken by ungrateful, cause boy were you ever grateful.
Genre: Romance, Fluff POV: First Person/Reader’s Warning: Contains swearing!!
A/N: Hi everyone! I enjoyed writing this request so much! I have used 2 quotes from 2 books/movies that I am totally in love with. The first person who can pick up those 2 quotes and tell me where they were from can get a cookie! LMAO. Anyway, enjoy everyone! I hope you have fun reading this as much as I did writing it.
Request: I was wondering if you could do a part two to Polar Opposites where Zach and Y/N meet in their late-twenties. Zach is living out his dream and Y/N is stuck being an accountant but Zach helps her to chase her own dreams?
I sat around the long table inside the conference room. It has already been 3 years since I’ve graduated from university and now, I’m already an Accounting Executive for a huge firm.
My dad was obviously ecstatic when I landed this job after just a few months of graduating. Of course I was happy too, since I made my parents proud but sometimes, I just couldn’t help but miss writing. I can’t really do those things anymore since I don’t have the time. I just wonder sometimes what my life would be like, if I went with that route instead.
“Y/N.” my boss calls for me and I turn to face him.
“Yes Mr. Smith?” I reply softly.
“We have a new client from a new firm, and the board and I have decided that you’d be the perfect person for him to talk to.” he says with a smile.
“M-me? But Sir, I’m just an Accounting Executive and I–” I reply but my boss cuts me off.
“All you have to do, is to get him to sign this contract.” he says as he hands me a black folder with the contract inside it. “If you succeed with this task, you will be promoted to Chief Finance Officer.” he adds, my eyes widen is shock and my lips form an O.
“Chief Finance Officer? CFO?” I ask bewildered.
“Yes, CFO. Why? Don’t you want to be a CFO?” he asks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mischievous grin on his face.
“No, no, I’d be honored sir! I’ll do my best to get him to sign this contract!” I say with a huge grin plastered on my face.
“Good. Alright, good afternoon everyone, meeting adjourned.” he says and the people in the room begin to disperse.
Just as I was about to leave the conference room, my boss calls out for my name once again.
“Oh Y/N!” he says while fixing a few folders on the table.
“Yes Sir?” I say as I turn to face him.
“Your first task is to meet the client; you’ll be having lunch with him at 1 o'clock today.” he says as he shuts his laptop and turns the projector off.
“Sir? 1 o'clock? That’s in 30 minutes!” I exclaim as I look at my wristwatch.
“Well, I guess you better hurry then, shouldn’t you?” he replies with the same mischievous grin on his face again and I give him a nervous chuckle.
“I’ll go ahead then sir, thank you so much for the opportunity once again.” I say as I hastily open the door and leave.
I run to my office and organize the papers on my desk quickly. I take my purse along with the black folder which had the contract in it. I was hoping that I can already get the contract signed during lunch which would make things easier for me and our firm.
I arrive at a little Thai restaurant which was hidden in the corners of town. I checked the time and it was already 1:08pm. Fuck, I thought to myself, I’m late. I make my way quickly out of the cab and straighten out my outfit just before I enter the small restaurant. I walked up to the receptionist with a smile.
Here are the works I’ve been saving throughout last year since the show first aired and up until this point. Amazing works that show this wonderful pairing and each characterization. All the love to the authors!
As usual, I couldn’t find some authors’ user names. So, if someone knows the user and tag them, that would be very appreciated
volunteered to help Raphael to try to talk to him, get to know him better.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t working out so well. It turned out that managing a
food drive was a lot harder than Simon had anticipated. And whenever he did try
to engage Raphael, he was met with short one word responses before ordering
Simon with another task.
“You love him.” It
wasn’t a question and Magnus’ voice almost sounded awed by what he said, what
he realized, when he looked at his friend at his side whose head snapped to
look at him, no longer watching his fledgling.
He managed to sit on
the bench for at least ten minutes before his phone was in his hand and he
started browsing Twitter for anything entertaining before updating his account
with a Clary abandoned me in the art
museum once again message
with a sad emoji before he decided to take a silly selfie for Instagram to kill
some more time. Just when he took the photo and the camera sound went off - of
course, he forgot to mute his damn phone when he went into the museum, fuck - a shadow fell on his form.
“Did I ever tell you that we feel
everything? The clan, I mean. If I focus enough, I can tell you who’s sad and
who’s angry and who hasn’t been sleeping properly. I can tell you who’s been
having nightmares. There are no secrets here.”
“You know that moment,”
he said “when you wake up and turn over to put your arms around someone
–someone you love, someone who means everything to you.”
Magnus’ expressive eyes were soft, soft, soft.
“I feel so alone,” Simon whispered. “Not in the
post-Clary sort of way, either. In the way that I’m supposed to wake up to
someone and they’re not there.”
“I’m missing something,” Simon went on, voice
cracking. “I’m missing someone but no matter how hard I try I just can’t
“I… I’m sorry. You just looked like the
typ of person who drinks their coffee black.“ Simon stutters and rubs his neck,
trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “What do you want then?“
The guy actually smirks at him and lets
his eyes wander over Simon for a moment, before he answers.
“What I want from you would be really
inappropriate to say out loud in here…“ he trails of for a moment, letting the
words sink in and then smirks even wider when Simon flushes bright red in the
matter of seconds.
“But for the coffee, I would like a caramel macchiato.“
The one where everybody thinks that
Simon has a sweet tooth and Raphael loves the bitter stuff, but it’s actually
How do you stop loving
someone? How do you separate your world from theirs, when you’ve been on a
collision course since you were six and sharing crayons, your smiles so
intertwined that death doesn’t separate you? How do you say goodbye?
You don’t, Simon thinks dizzily, dropping to his knees in front
of Raphael. You say hello to someone else.
Honestly, no matter which way you put
it, telling anyone you live in a hotel is pretty fucking weird, and it’s not
like Raphael has the excuse of a twin brother or a singer mother who works
there or the wacky hijinks that ensue.
Or: a brief look at Raphael in a world
where Shadowhunters no longer need to exist.
“You’re not planning on giving him
a plain black shirt for a few hundred bucks, right?” Raphael asked when
his best friend was about to enter one of the fancier clothing stores the mall
had to offer and the other raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m not planning on buying him a
black shirt at all.”
“All he ever wears is black. The
most colourful your boy gets is wearing grey,” he commented dryly and his
lips curled into a smirk when Magnus huffed, unable to disagree because Alec
really didn’t wear any other colours. If black and grey could even be
considered a colour.
“Well, that’s why I brought you
because you always wear clothes as dark as your soul and might actually be
helpful in this case,” Magnus replied sweetly and glanced at the store
before looking back at his shorter friend questioningly.
Simon’s eyes land on
his good looking guy at the table next to him and when he and his table partner
start talking in Spanish Simon find this as the perfect opportunity to test out
his Spanish knowledge.
“Simon! Dios mío, what
Simon dropped the fire extinguisher, a sheepish
look on his face. The stove behind him covered in smoke and fire extinguisher
gas. “Uh, I was just, uh, trying to make dinner?”
Sure, Simon wasn’t a great cook, but he
certainly wouldn’t consider himself a horrible cook, Raphael’s kitchen was
just… very different from what Simon was used to using. Raphael was a
professional and so was his kitchen.
That’s what everyone said about
them.Raphael Santiago was a fire and, Simon Lewis was the gasoline that only
further fueled the other.
“I’m in love with you.” he came out as barely a whisper.If Simon didn’t have
vampire enhanced hearing, he might’ve not heard that.
Raphael sat on the
living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced
on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,”
he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? ToSimon?”
Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.
Simon Lewis is a
Hufflepuff that seriously needs to pay more attention around him. Especially
the part where he thinks that his best friend, Hufflepuff seeker Clary
Fairchild is secretly dating his Slytherin chaser crush, Raphael Santiago.
It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally
not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….
Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck
vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the
basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to
be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does
nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of
I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is
he licking his lip- I’m straight..
“This,” the vampire announces as they
walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since
Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon
He looks at him then, grinning, eyes
dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable,
and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.
His mantra becomes
Let me not jump him, or, at least, not
Clary took a sip from her coffee before
putting it back down, her face slipping from confused to serious. “Simon. Are
you serious? You didn’t know?”
Simon sputtered, his fancy pastry that
cost him a pretty penny of 5.78$ flying everywhere from his mouth. Of course, the one time he decides
to spend money it gets wasted. “Clary. Oh my god. Clary, I’m dating
Based Off This Prompt:
Saphael, College roommates AU who find that they have been totally boyfriends
for months and hadn´t even realized. Brownie points for cuddling!
“Er.” Simon says, but
that seems to be enough.
“The one and only.” He says weakly, making jazz
hands even though he knows Raphael can’t see them. “Heyyy, Raphael.”
“You – why is your number in the Pandemonium
It starts because Jace and Simon get drunk
together one night without Clary, and since Clary serves as about eighty-five
percent of their impulse control they’re hammered within two hours and ready to
implement all of their Very Bad Ideas, the ones that are horrifying enough to
make Alec grind his teeth and potentially slap them upside the head.
Simon comes back to
them immediately. He’s pounding on the door the next night, and Raphael
stiffens as he smells the scent of the fledgling.
“I’ll go get him.” Lily says, and runs off, her
face harsh with anger. She appears a second later, hauling the boy by his
collar. His face is ashen with fear – Simon is no good at hiding his feelings.
What was it he’s said before? He was born afraid? And his eyes are dark and
beautiful, just like always, and Raphael wants to shake him until he
understands what heartbreak feels like.
Of course Simon comes back, and of course
Raphael is still unbearably in love with him.
“Thank you, Raphael, really. This is
truly the touching reunion I had imagined for us,” Simon says, ignoring the
fact that he’d imagined several possibilities but all of them had ended in
Raphael ripping him to pieces.
Once, hidden in the dark and
uncharacteristically intimate for both of them, Raphael had mimicked Simon’s
movement in bed, inch by inch, like a game. Simon burst out laughing, pulling
an outlandish face, and gripped Raphael’s chin. Raphael reached out and pinched
his chin in return.
They lifted each other’s faces, moving
it left and right, leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They let go
and traced a finger slowly from their collarbone to their belly button.
Like a challenge, they held each other’s
eyes, all traces of humor gone.
For a little while, Simon and Raphael
felt as if they were mirrors of some kind. Opposite, but the same.
Soon after, though Simon hadn’t made the
connection, the first flicker of blue had appeared.
Soulmate AU where you slowly start
seeing color. Let the angst begin!
The feeling began to become home. More
of a home than vampirism would ever be. He’d stand alone, attempt God, and feel the pain. This is how it is,
this is what I deserve, this is what I have become. I am this now. I will
always be this. I deserve to hurt—
Until the day that God finally left his lips and remained in
his throat, no choking, no burning. Just Raphael and God, severed.
Simon, on the other hand…
"Raphael,” he whispers,
“I’m so sorry. I thought—”
Raphael feels a twist in his stomach. It
is a feeling that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. He needs to lead
the clan, he needs to give them justice, but he’s alone with Simon, most secure
room in the Hotel DuMort like a past life, and all that he can feel is want, hunger,
is no room for justice in human want. It’s sick. Raphael is very, very sick;
this is the only explanation for the humanness, the only explanation for the
“Do it again,” Raphael says,
his entire being turning into a betrayal right against Simon’s body. “I
When Simon has to
transfer to another school - the DuMort Academy -, the only thing that could
save him from going mad would be to join the school’s Glee club. Of course,
life is not as easy as it could be, and he is denied to join just yet. He
somehow manages to persuade the club’s leader, Raphael, to prepare him so he
can join in the next semester.
Simon greeted the animal and reached out, gently scratching behind the dog’s
ear. Ezekiel tilted his head, playfully nudging the man’s lower arm and stared
up at him in clear anticipation. He huffed out a soft laugh and reached into
the pocket of his light jacket, presenting the dog with a thin postcard with
the message “Mail for Ezekiel” with two hearts scrawled next to it
and beneath it he had written “have a dog-tastic day”. Ezekiel seemed
pleased as usual and ran off with his delivery while the off-duty-postman
turned around to leave.
“What do you think you’re doing, idiota?” Raphael asked wearily and
frowned at the other’s surprised yelp, followed by a pained sound when Simon
dropped the heavy book right on his sock-clad foot. He quickly picked the book
up again before directing his wide-eyed gaze at the clan leader who stared back
at him with the most unimpressed expression possible.
“You’re back already?”
expression was a mix of disinterest and boredom but his gaze swept over the
things strewn across the room in a silent order to answer his question instead
of stating the obvious.
“It’s not fake concern. I…I know
I’ve been preoccupied with my own problems and that I didn’t…that I didn’t
think much of the consequences or of…of the position you’re in,” Simon
mumbled sheepishly, hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie and head
lowered while trying to keep up with Raphael’s quick steps. It was actually
pretty difficult to stick close to the clan leader despite the vampire speed
because Simon still wasn’t fully used to it and he could more quickly but not
as smoothly and effortlessly looking as Raphael.
“The position you put
me in,” Raphael bit out, correcting Simon’s statement with a bitterness
that seemed to cut right through the slightly foggy air.
Raphael was extremely
confused. Extremely. He didn’t understand this. He had never felt this before,
and yet here he was, feeling it and he didn’t know where it was coming from.
But it was here and now he had to deal with the fact that he was apparently homophobic
because the sight of seeing his roommate kissing another boy made him want to
“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and
it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel
pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to
kiss you” AU.
Obviously Simon had
missed the memo about his sexual orientation, but he can’t help thinking there
might have been smarter ways to find out than by letting himself be seduced by
someone who sort of scares the shit out of him.
Simon walks into the
Starbucks in only a thin shirt, because he’s an idiot and forgot to take his
jacket with him in the middle of november, and opens his mouth to greet his
friends, but they are not there.
Instead there’s another dude standing behind the
counter, his green apron doing nothing to hide his beautiful body and sadly
neither his grumpy expression.
Simon wilts under the pressure, but
needing to have the last word he replies sarcastically, “Sure thing Dad”.
Raphael’s eyes widen “What did you just
call me?” Simon looks up at him, placing the now empty glass back on the table
in front of him as he licks fresh blood off his lips, “Dad, y’know, Daddy, cos
like you’re making me –“
Raphael waves his hands in front of
Simon “Please stop” he looks around uncomfortably before speeding away.
I saw a prompt on
tumblr : I usually talk to my friends through sign language in class but…
apparently you know sign language too… and now you know I think your butt is
cute.Simon secretly loves Professor Raphael’s butt and accidentally spills his
secret to the professor himself!
Part of him was hoping that he would
never have to see Simon again; you
rip the bandage off fast so it’s less painful, you stitch up the wound quick so
it’s less painful, you let it heal slowly. These things take time.
But - who was he kidding, he’s going to
be entwined with Simon until the end of time, it seems. Quite literally.
His dark hair stuck against his forehead
in wet, messy curls and every annoyed huff showed in form of a little white
cloud leaving his lips and disappearing into the sky. He was a supernatural
being but it was obviously too much to ask for some kind of immunity against
the temperatures. Sure, he had to appear human but that didn’t mean he
basically had to be human.
“Just find the target, make the guy
fall in love with the girl and the freezing is over,” Raphael mumbled to
himself through chattering teeth and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets
of his hoody. At least he couldn’t get sick but this didn’t make the weather
any more comfortable. His whole body seemed to be slowed down and stinging from
the cold, icy wind pulling at the material of his jeans and the hoody he wore
over his t-shirt, his boots kicking up snow with every step.
“You can’t say it back. Why haven’t
you said so earlier? All the other times I said it? I thought you just weren’t
ready yet but if you already know you can't love
me, why not say it outright instead of leading me on?!” Raphael tried to
hide the pain and anger swirling in his chest, masking his emotions with a cold
Magnus had warned him, told him it was a
bad choice to start something with Simon because the guy had almost managed to
two-time and even if he had been 16 at the time, he still seemed so very
undecided when it came to his love life. He clearly couldn’t make up his mind
about what he wanted, not back then and not now. Raphael had known it was a
risk and he had to fight down the urge to place the blame on himself - to
revert back to the thinking that maybe him being asexual and aromantic was the
reason why Simon couldn’t commit to this.
The one person he developed romantic
feelings for, the one person he actually fell in love with, and here they were,
apparently about to break up on Valentine’s Day. It felt like a big, cosmic
joke and Raphael suddenly felt so damn tired.
“I know you’re about to close but
maybe I could get a coffee?” Simon asked and his voice almost broke on a
few words. He squinted a little because of the beads of water on his glasses
that probably blurred his sight but Raphael could see that his dark eyes were
mostly unfocused behind the smudged spectacles.
“You look like you rather need some
tea and a bed,” he commented dryly and rounded the counter to walk up to
the door, flip the sign and then the lock as well. Raphael didn’t care that
they were supposed to be open for 20 more minutes. Nobody came in at this hour
anyway and Simon’s current state was a more pressing matter anyway.
“So, that’s a no? You do realise I
can’t leave when you lock the door, though, right?”
Simon was fidgeting and raised his arm
to hide a cough in the crook of his elbow, the sound muffled by the wet
material of the hoodie he was wearing - not exactly the right choice of
clothing for October if you asked Raphael.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone
probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and
it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting
messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they
were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find
the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.
“There’s one with lol no balanced
on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got
it up there,” Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he
stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon’s shoulder who tilted his head
back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.
“You have one stuck in your
hood,” the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already
snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of
To Clary: I don’t think
I can do this Clary. Is this even a good idea??
From Clary: Simon you have to do this. For
yourself. Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’m here for you.
To Clary: You’re right, thanks Clary. Omg we
just pulled up outside the club.
From Clary: Go inside and stop freaking out.
To Clary: I’m not freaking out
To Clary: I know your eyebrows are raised. Okay,
yes, I’m freaking out. I miss him and I want him and I don’t know why he
invited me here. It’s been 3months and 16 days Clary. Why now? Why would he
wait so long to contact me for whatever reason? Why was I such an idiot? Oh god
what if it’s just to return something I left at his or what if he tells me he’s
met someone new and he’s moved on.
From Clary: Simon stop. Stop overthinking this
and go inside.
Simon is about to text back to delay entering
PanDEMONium but Clary beats him to it. She knows him too well.
From Clary: You’re going to be fine, just go.
Simon enters PanDEMONium expecting it to be the
usual vibrant, enthralled and booming place but it’s empty apart from a grand
black piano where Raphael sits playing a few notes. Simon knows he does that
when he’s nervous.
What hurts the most, the thing that
makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that
Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon
it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its
He knows the way that Simon sounds; the
unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he
still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the
way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in
the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.
But worst of all, he knows the way that
When daylighter Raphael
Santiago is forced to kill a rogue Warlock, the warlock’s deranged lover curses
him to never have a happy ending. Whoever falls in love with the vampire is
destined to die if they touch him. To Raphael, who has long viewed himself as
unlovable, this seemed like nothing. Of course, he didn’t count on the
persistent idiot known as Simon Lewis.
“Angels touched by man cannot stay
divine, Raphael. I thought I was very clear on that matter.”
And Raphael knows. He knows. But when he
thinks about letting Simon touch him, about his lips pressing down on his,
about his fingers tracing his skin, Raphael does not feel doomed. He does not
Raphael Santiago had always known that
his soulmate would not be anything like what his mother had dreamt for him.
Simon Lewis, on the other hand, had always dreamt of a soulmate that was
nothing like what he got. But are dreams all that important? When real life is
a thing that happens, and that you get to actually live?
This is the second part of a series in
which soulmates are found upon the touch of skin. Each part will have a
different pairing at it’s centre, though all three are linked and together they
form a fuller story.
“Yes,” Simon snaps, “Yes, Clary, my
number is 71. It’s right there,” he waves her wrist around, a little too
aggressively, so it’s actually impossible to read. “The seven and the one. 71.
My soulmate’s going to be 71 when we meet.”
Or, everyone has a number on their wrist
that indicates how old their soulmate will be when they meet. Simon is trying
to deal with the fact that his is abnormally high. It turns out not to be such
a bad thing, after all.
When they had become engaged, it had
been like a switch had flipped with their mothers. They were still very happy
for them and they both were waiting with open arms to welcome the other into
the family. No, the problem was not dislike.
The problem was that for some reason,
the minute a ring came into the picture, both Raphael’s mother and Simon’s
mother somehow immediately and independently became obsessed with their son’s future husband
converting to their religion.
Simon, well, he has the
most unusual / off the beaten path twist of words etched across his ribs that
he’s ever heard of. The font is an elegant black crawl with perfectly dainty
pretty loops and swirls, and it says “Dios, I’m going to eat you if you don’t
Raphael sucks in a
sharp, unnecessary breath, eyes snapping up to meet Simon’s gaze, and he
sounds, for the first time, the way Simon feels; like he’s coming apart at the
seams with no hope of being pulled back together. Simon looks away, wants to
backtrack and erase his temporary moment of weakness, because he’s not allowed
to have that.
It always comes back to this - Simon trying to
run away but being rooted to the spot by everything that lies between them.
There are two ways someone can whisper
into your ear with their lips against your neck.
For one, it can be sweet, gentle, soft,
hot, pleasant. A warmth, the feeling of being loved,
someone taking care of you, kisses, relationships, compliments.
And then there are the times it’s
threatening. A knife against your throat, death so close in front of you, fear.
You feel scared, uncomfortable, want to cry. Screaming, kicking, then staying
still, shaking, hurting, hoping, praying.
Simon unfortunately had to experience
both ways in his rather short period of living.
Raphael hasn’t been
home for the holidays in years. Still being haunted by a tragedy that happened
years ago, he isn’t planning on visiting this year either. Until he gets a very
persuasive email from a very angry man named Simon Lewis.
After a fight with his
current roommate Raphael Santiago is left with moving in with his old friend
Magnus Bane. Naturally, this means lots of headaches for him and weird people
stepping into his life.
They take away the good in Raphael and
reduce him to teeth like talons, a heart of stone. They don’t even have to say
the words when his name comes up - “He’s a monster.”
No, Simon wants to say. You’ve never
witnessed him stripped bare, armor lying at his feet with a softness in his
eyes that makes Simon want to turn away. But they were present when the high
walls around his heart became a weapon. They heard the words “Kill
them” and glossed over what wasn’t being said - ‘Of all the people, why
did it have to be you? I wanted you to stay.’ Nor did they hear the full extent
of Simon’s betrayal, how it cut straight into tendons where it bled the most -
'Is it too late to go back?’
He heard the sound again and it made his
hair stand on end because the creaky wood noise sounded like someone walking
very slowly, dragging their feet with every step and it was like right out of a
horror movie. Simon suppressed the ridiculous urge to go knock on the door to
his mother’s and sister’s room but he also felt like these sounds were far from
normal and what if ghosts were
real after all?! It
was the middle of the night, he was still tired and his brain did not function
properly - he was allowed to think stupid shit!
Simon couldn’t tell why it seemed like a
good idea to snatch up his key and leave his room but that was exactly what he
did. Not to investigate the creepy sounds, he knew how such things turned out
and he didn’t have a death wish, but to get further away from the noises. The
dimmed lights in the hallway made the old hotel look even eerier and a few
steps away from his door he severely regretted the decision to leave his room.
He turned around to head back, saw a dark silhouette at the other end of the
hallway that definitely moved and…he bolted. No.fucking.way!
Simon Lewis is an
average high school teacher just trying to make sure the future generation gets
there. He never asked to get his room moved next to the one guy in the whole
school who probably hates him the most. That’s all Luke’s fault.
said pushing his Spanish text book away, he leaned back in his hair and watched
as Raphael chewed on the bottom of his pen in concentration.
“Hypothetically” Raphael repeated, propping his
head up on his hand to show that he was listening.
“If I liked someone, but I don’t” Simon hastily
said when Raphael quirked an eyebrow “but if I did and I wanted to know if that
person likes me back, what do I do?”
Okay how about yoongi leaving his family behind in order to pursue his musical career. He also left his girlfriend that supported his dream and ends up running into her after his success. The girl is a corporate lawyer who is suing big hit for copyright infringement. Suga still has feelings for her but doesn’t want to seem like he only likes her so the lawsuit could be dropped. Even though she tries to avoid him, they keep meetings inevitably through charity galas and corporate parties. I will leave the ending up to you ☺️
“Ms. Y/N, we have the team from Big-hit waiting for you outside. Shall I send them in?”
You looked up through your reading glasses to see Conrad, your assistant, bodyguard and friend, standing at your door. You shifted your weight on your luxurious seat just enough to see past him into the lounge. You could see a group of four people sitting on the couch, out of which one, you knew well.
You sighed as you nodded your head to signal Conrad to let them in. He turned around and was about to leave when you called out to him.
He turned around to look at you.
You gave him a nonchalant look.
“Drop the honourifics please. We are childhood friends, it makes me uncomfortable.”
He gave you a half hearted smirk.
You watched him as he left and snorted. “Fucker.”
You lifted your head once again, hearing the urgent knocks on the door and a small, “ may I come in?”
You opened your mouth to tell your guests to make their way in but before you could, the door was pushed open and a bunch of handsome korean men walked in.
“Well, hello to you too.” You said.
You knew these boys. You had virtually stalked all of them(even the one remaining three, who were not present here), albeit unlike their fans, you had a completely different reason.
“Have a seat, please. I don’t see why you are being so shy after barging in like fantastic four.” You gave a little laugh.
The entire room went silent. Min Yoongi had spoken up.
“That’s Ms. Y/N for you.” You said with a smile. “What would you boys like to speak to me about?” You gestured for them to speak up.
“Drop the case. We did not copy them. You know it, better than anyone.” Yoongi spoke again.
Your expression turned from easygoing to a displeased one as soon as he uttered those words.
Five minutes into the conversation and he says this?
You removed your reading glasses, staring him right in the eye.
“Do I, now?” You said, the hint of anger clear in your voice.
“Yes, you do!” Min yoongi said as he put both his hands on your desk, his face screaming indigence.
“Min Yoongi-ssi, mind your tone. You are standing in my office, at my workplace. Don’t speak to me like we are separated lovers meeting after years.” You taunted.
Min yoongi’s eyes slightly widened as he straightened up and stared at you in slight disbelief.
“As far as the case is concerned, I’m looking into it. I do not know for sure if you have in fact, copied my client’s work. My uncertainty is the primary reason I sent you a warning notice. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do. Thank you for dropping by.” You said, as you picked up your glasses to put them on again.
“Y/N-ssi, please, listen to me.” It was the eldest, Jin, who spoke this time. “I meant to say this to you the day we performed at the corporate meet but I did not know you were the one dealing with this case. If you will allow me to be a little personal, I have something I need to say.”
You stared the man. You could tell he was smooth with his words.
“I hope this resentment towards us is not because things between you and Yoongi didn’t end well.”
You looked at him with bored eyes and then shifted your focus towards Yoongi, who was glaring at Jin, and gave him a smile.
“You told them about our past?”
Yoongi turned towards you, “No, I mean yes, but-”
“It’s okay, ” You got up from your seat and walked towards Jin, who was observing you. You stood in front of him, at a professional distance. “I don’t know what you have been told or why you thought about bringing this up but let me tell you, although I don’t owe you any explanation, I don’t bring my personal biases into my work. I can tell that you are disturbed but the only consolation I can offer you is this- I will never let an innocent man suffer. Not on my word. I hope this relieves you. If you are innocent, you will walk out of this innocent.”
Namjoon put his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “ Thank you. I trust you will do the right thing.” Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok, who gave you a bright smile, bowed and proceeded to leave the room.
You looked at them leaving and turned to Yoongi, who was leaning against your table looking at you with eyes that clearly showed he was in pain and conflict. You knew those eyes, you knew that gaze, you remember it so vividly.
It was same expression, the one he constantly had before he left you.
He kept a poker face though, looking here and there, avoiding your gaze as soon as you looked at him. Finally after five minutes or so, he seemed to have reached a resolve. He turned to look at you with the the same eyes and you felt your act falter for a tiny second but you buckled up.
You can’t show him what you truly feel. It took all your energy to keep yourself together, you have come too far to break down now.
He came closer to you and just when you thought he’d stop, he kept coming closer and hugged you.
“Y/N…How have you been?”
You didn’t move your arms, your resolve was giving away, you eyes were on the verge of watering.
“What an interesting question to ask in this position, Min Yoongi-ssi.”
He didn’t move and neither did you. He held you and you held back.
Minutes passed and your hands finally moved to push him away from you gently. You looked at him and maintained your deadpanned expression.
“Y/N…why are you being like this? You know I had to leave, you know the reason why we ended things.”
“Don’t give me that shit. YOU ended things. Without my consent. You just left. You left me only a letter to tell me we were done, one fucking letter for all those years we were together.” You voice was starting to hint the anger you had within you.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N! How could we have been together? I didn’t even know how long I was leaving for…or if I was coming back at all. It would have been cruel for me to keep you hanging there, just waiting for me and-”
“How convenient.” You interrupted him. “You think leaving me like that was not cruel? I’m being ridiculous? For all the years we were together, you could not even think about our relationship enduring the test of distance and your immediate thought was to leave me? You didn’t even try. Forget that, you didn’t even bother asking me. How could you be so sure? It’s almost as if you didn’t want us to be together. If you had told that to me before leaving, it would have made a lot more sense to me. At least, a lot more sense than the shit you are sprouting right now.” You finished, you chest heaving.
Min yoongi looked shocked, and dare you say, even a bit angry.
“Okay..if you were so affected by me not being there in your life, why didn’t you call me? There was not a single text, no letter, no calls, nothing. It’s not like you tried, either. You can’t only blame me. I can only say I’m sorry for what happened, Y/N…but it wasn’t only me.”
You stared at him for second before saying-
“This has got to be the shittiest apology I have ever heard in my 25 years on this planet.”
There was silence in the room for a moment before you broke it.
“Leave, Min Yoongi-ssi. I think we are done here. I hope you have a wonderful career and I hope you find a lover who has no self-respect because that is clearly the kind of partner you are looking for. Adios.”
Min yoongi could not believe fate.
What were the odds, that the woman he thought about everyday, tried to find whenever he went back to his hometown-to his family-without success, would be suing his company for copyright infringement?
He loves you, he never stopped loving you, but things were so different when he met you again after all these years…you were so different, so independent and so…cold. You were not the same girl who would smile all the time and tease him by using that phrase which had become synonymous with your personality.
“Ahh…Oppa, you’re a genius rapper, really.”
You were detached now, you didn’t smile when he met you today..at least not that carefree, kind smile you would give him back in those days. You called him ‘Min Yoongi-ssi’ and it sounded so foreign to his ears. He had seen you at the corporate meet, from afar, looking like royalty and he froze for a moment. He was seeing you after years, but how could he have come to you? He was performing and the press was there. It would become a scandal. He knew you had seen him as well, you had locked eyes for a split second, but you turned away like you didn’t recognise him and continued speaking with the suited men and women, with a dead smile on your face.
You had changed and he had a strong feeling that he was the reason for that change. He had taken something from you and it was killing him.
He loves you, he never stopped loving you.
The camera in front of him flashed and he could care less about the photoshoot right now.
He knew he couldn’t stay away from you, not when he loved you so much and definitely not when you were right there, so near to him. All he could think about at that moment was much he loved you…and he would turn the world upside down to get you back.
The camera flashed again. His resolve was renewed. He knew what he had to do.
SO that’s that. I will be dividing this into two parts. This is, you guessed it, part 1. The account that requested this has chosen to stay anonymous.
Please give me reviews!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME MY FIRST REQUEST, I LEARNED SO MUCH.
I don’t know who’s behind kookmin9795 on twitter (if you’re not a follower yet, you should go follow), but it is a really sharp shipper account, you guys! (The owner is Korean.)
Look at this! This gives me so much feels just looking at this! 😭😭😭
We could be wrong and that JK didn’t really check his paper when JM revealed his team, but I’m pretty convinced that he did! Every single day, JK gives me more and more reasons to love him! I am seriously all for JK for JM! Please, God, let them have their happily ever after! What a shame for these two precious boys and their hearts to not end up together like they’re destined to! 😭😭😭
hi there shar - quick question, do u mind? - would u be willing to write about The Hotest Sex Ever
“Ah yes,” Victor hums, rubbing his chin with a fond smile on his face. “I remember the time where your father and I both went to the Maldives on our first vacation after retirement. The weather warned that it would be hotter than usual but you know I don’t listen to those reports. What do they know; Makkachin could predict the weather better than they could just from lying on his side. But anyways, there was this secluded beach that had a beautiful cove at the base of the cliff and the water was beautiful and clear. We had some champagne, fed each other some fruit, one thing led to another, and soon we were making sweet love on the white sandy beach. But since I didn’t take the heat into account, I got a pretty nasty sunburn on my backside and two hand imprints between by shoulder blades made by your father. Plus, he left his sunscreen at the hotel, so his entire left half of his body ended up getting sunburned too.”
Victor gives a hearty laugh. “Man we looked ridiculous! We stayed in the hotel pretty much the rest of the vacation rubbing each other down with aloe lotion. Not what we planned, but I didn’t mind as much since I got to treat your father to a sensual massage,” Victor says. He gives this sigh that he always does when he thinks about his husband, glancing at the clock that hangs over the kitchen stove. It’s just going to be another hour till Yuuri will be done with his pupil. Victor should get dinner started so it will be ready when they come home.
Across the dining table, Anton Nikiforov-Katsuki gives a twitch of his eyebrow.
“I literally just asked you what the weather was like in Maldives as a possible honeymoon location after my wedding, but since I don’t think I’ll get that mental image of you and Dad making ‘sweet love’ on the beach, maybe we’ll go to Barcelona.”
Do you think Shawn would prefer slow/passionate sex or rough sex? I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT😍😍❤
Thank you so much, hon<3
A mix of
the two really, if I’m being complete honest with you. I mean surely Shawn
would love all kind of sex with you at any given time, haha.
believe the slow, tender and passionate sex would be for special times and
rough, sweaty sex for other special times.
passionate sex is for the day before Shawn is leaving for tour. For Shawn, it’s
about being as close to you as possible and as intimate as he possibly could.
It would be all about looking into your eyes, whisper i love yous and feeling
every inch of your body, because he knew it would be a while. It would be slow
and loving touches on your body, plenty of kisses and strokes. His finger would
explore every part of your skin, every inch and every move you made.
and tender sex would be for special actions as anniversary or birthdays or
something like that. Times, he really needed to show you he loved you by
actions. Or if he really need you to show him, how much you loved him.
It would be
for times where Shawn was stressed or times you were sad. The slow sex would be
all about love and showing each other how much love you had towards each
other’s. There would be forehead kisses, hand holding, nose strokes and just
taking every inch of each other’s bodies in. It would be slow moves to assure
you both felt every inch of each other, every move, every thrust. It would be
all about affection.
hot and rough sex - on the other hand - would be for when Shawn came back from
tour or if you visited him on tour. It would be after teasing each other or it
would be angry sex. It would be in the car on in the shower or maybe the sofa
because you didn’t even reach the bed. It would be ripping clothes of each
other, Shawn throwing you at the against the sofa, you roughly pulling his head
down to you.
It would be
quick and hot and hard. It would be the both of you feeling desperate as fuck,
not being able to wait a second longer. It would literally be driving you crazy
It would be
biting each other, licking each other, scratching and touching each other
roughly. Shawn would grab your hands and move them roughly to do you real good.
He’d push you and move you around just how he wanted, you’d bite into his lip
and scream out his name so fucking loudly.
It would be
grabbing each other eagerly, touching all kinds of places you missed about each
other, pushing yourself to the limit and leaving marks and traces from your
nails on your naked skin. You’d both be sweating and completely out of breath
I am SO HAPPY for Michael and Lindsay. Like of course, I’m happy for people when they have children in general but Iris is so special and let me tell you why. I remember when Michael and Lindsay got married. I had a countdown on my old Tumblr account to their wedding, I was so excited for them and I was about 15 or 16 years old. NOW THEY HAVE A CHILD and I am so so happy for them and it honestly warms my heart so much that we have been able to see their relationship grow and develop and now they have an amazingly adorable addition to their little family and I love everything that they are. Family goals, honestly. I’m so proud and happy for them. Iris has been born into an incredible family and community. These two people that I have watched their content for years and years have a child and it’s so crazy. I am so happy for them.
Do you ever stop to think about just how many things had to line up perfectly for Karamel to have ever even met?
Like if there hadn’t been a Kryptonian pod on Daxam. If Kara’s
hadn’t gotten knocked off course and she had landed on earth when she was
supposed to. If they both hadn’t ended up in places where time didn’t pass. Or
if they had made it to earth at the same time.
I mean Mon-El must have left
Daxam pretty closely after Kara left Krypton but he didn’t land on earth until like - what… 12/13 years after she did? And what if he had landed
somewhere else? Somewhere without DEO resources to help him recover?
All of these seemingly coincidental things played into these
two people meeting exactly when they did.
And that’s not even taking into account all the things that most people
have to go through to find someone that they’re compatible with and like enough
to be in a relationship with. Finding someone to love is hard enough but when they
both have to be put on ice for years so that when they finally meet they’re
pretty much the same age and have both had similar life traumas…
Could you possibly do the UT!, US!, and Fell and Rus reacting to a S/O who is constantly horny? As in bedroom eyes 24/7, sitting "casually" in their lap. Just a complete horny little shit. I love your account by the way, you make me so happy!! I love you! *blows kisses*
Summary: based off the song Somebody Else by The 1975, a generally sad imagine where Dan and reader are in love but can’t be together for various reasons,, what happens next? read to find out ((idk why i made this sound like a bad movie trailer i’m sorry))
Warnings: slight angst, so many time jumps (i’m actually sorry about how much it jumps around)
A/N: hi hi hi i’d like to apologize for being the absolute worst account owner and writer as i haven’t posted a new imagine in over a month… to anyone who’s requested something, i’m so so sorry it’s taking so long. as a late kinda easter gift please enjoy this imagine which came from me being kinda down & also expect more imagines sometime soon!
“If we love each other [Y/N],” he started as the two of you lay cuddling on the couch.
You interrupted him, knowing where he was about to go, “I can’t… We’ve had this conversation a million times Dan please, I can’t be with you like that, you know why, I’m sorry.”
“[Y/N] please, look, I get it, I really do-”
You cut him off again, “But it doesn’t seem like you do, Dan… I love you, but I just can’t because of what you do.”
“I know, I know that you don’t like that a lot of my life is on the internet but I could keep you away from it, I know I could.”
“It’s inevitable Dan, the second you mention that you’re dating someone it’ll only be a matter of time before your followers find any of my accounts online,” you smile just a little, “People on the internet, especially yours and Phil’s followers, are like mini-detectives most of the time.”
Dan let out a sigh before you continued, “We’d never truly be able to be alone with our relationship. It’s not fair of me to only be apart of half of your life; I can’t date Dan Howell without also dating danisnotonfire. You need to find someone who can be with all of you,” your heart breaks a little as you say it but let the words hang in the air.
He’s silent for a little while, the two of you just staring at one another on the couch.
“I love you,” he mutters out weakly, reaching to pull you back into his chest.
Your voice shakes as you wrap your arms around him, “I love you too.”
The words mean too much, more than if you had said them to Phil, or to a friend. Hours later you’re still silently sat intertwined with one another, simply co-existing next to the love of your life but being unable to be with one another in the way both of you secretly wanted; Dan outwardly and you in denial of it, too afraid of what ifs to take a leap in the right direction. Playing this open-ended game of dating without a label, because a label made it serious; made it real.
a few months later:
Our love has gone cold you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.
It had been a few months since you and Dan had talked and things were very suddenly spiraling in a direction you didn’t want them to.
You had encouraged, no, you had suggested that he find somebody else but you hadn’t anticipated how much it would hurt.
Slowly, he had begun to pull away from you and it hadn’t become increasingly apparent, until now.
You’d come over this afternoon to visit your two best friends, fully expecting everything to be normal.
Phil had given you a hug on the way in, asking you about your week and how work was. Dan, however, had simply said hello, smiling before making his way to his bedroom, muttering something about editing a video.
Phil furrowed his eyebrows at his behaviour as your heart shattered. You knew it wasn’t fair to expect Dan to keep waiting for you; the two of you had been playing that game for nearly 6 months and it wasn’t at all reasonable of you to want him to wait for someone who just kept rejecting him.
You just shake your head at your confused friend, “I’ll go see what’s up.”
You make your way down the hall after an affirmation from Phil, knocking lightly on the door of the bedroom you’d never had to knock at before.
The voice was almost strange, cut off and distant; he knew it was you but he was acting like someone totally new, not someone who was in love with you.
“Umm, hi,” you let out, stepping in the doorway.
“Oh [Y/N], hey, what d’you need?”
He said it almost harshly, as if you were bothering him.
“I’m sorry to bother you… Is everything alright with us?” your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you waited for his answer; anxiously hoping that every terrible thought running through your head was an overreaction.
Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face you, “You’re not a bother… C’mere.”
He opened his arms, sounding much more like the person you loved as you made your way over to him.
You didn’t say anything as you sat down on his lap, facing him as you buried your face in his neck.
“Love,” he began, “We can’t keep doing this… I,” he pauses, “I found someone who seems really cool, we’ve been talking a bit and I really think I like them.”
Your heart stops, breaking a little more as he continues, rubbing your back as he does, “I still love you, I think I always will; but I think it’s time that I start to move on.”
The words feel forced, like he doesn’t truly mean them. You pull away, looking at him in the eyes as you attempt to decipher what he’s thinking.
You come away with nothing. And that’s when you realize that for right now, you’ve lost him.
Dan had always been good at hiding his emotions, but right now, he was choosing to do so from you.
Nodding your head you looked down at your legs, unable to look him in the eyes in that moment.
“I understand,” you murmur, “I’m- I’m gonna go hang with Phil if that’s alright.”
“Of course, I’ve gotta get back to editing anyways,” he lets go of you, allowing you to slide off his lap.
Quickly, you do, disentangling yourself from his body and exiting his room with a quick goodbye; immediately making your way across the hall into Phil’s room.
Phil looks up from his laptop, watching you make your way toward him from his place on his bed.
“[Y/N] is everything alri-” he cuts himself off when you burst into tears, immediately closing his computer as he stands up and makes his way towards you.
“Alright, you’re alright; I’m here [Y/N], I’ve got you,” Phil continues letting out words of comfort as he hugs you, having moved the two of you into his bed.
I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else.
A little while later, you’ve calmed down; your breath evening out as Phil has finally managed to comfort you enough to stop crying.
“I-I’m sorry Phil,” you stutter out, voice hoarse after having been crying.
“No worries, wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“Dan,” your chest feels heavy as you let out a shaky breath, “I’m, I’m just really stupid and I’ve blown it with him.”
“I’m sure you haven’t blown it, what’d he say?” Phil attempts to reassure you, rubbing your back soothingly as he speaks.
“I told him to move on from me because I was too afraid of what could be and now he’s found somebody else and I don’t know what to do with myself.. I screwed up, Phil, really badly.”
“Dan loves you, try talking to him about it, I’m sure-”
You interrupt him, “I can’t keep doing that to him though Phil, it’s not fair of me to keep stringing him along and I can’t be in a relationship with him… It’s like, I want to be with him, but something’s holding me back.”
“Well I mean, not to be blunt, but are you sure it isn’t just a lust thing? Like, are you in love with Dan or the idea of Dan, or even just the idea of being, ya know, with Dan.”
“It’s more than just physical Phil, I’m totally and completely in love with him, I’m just too afraid of having it screwed up; I don’t want to lose him forever.”
He nods in response, “I think you need to go for it, forget about your fears, you’ll never know if you don’t try… Why don’t we forget about Dan and all this for now, how about a movie and some popcorn?”
Sighing, relieved, you agree, “Sounds good, d’you want help?”
You watch him stand up, beginning to exit his room to head to the kitchen, “Nah I’ve got it, open my laptop and pick a movie, I’ll be right back.”
You nod, grabbing his laptop and logging in, opening up netflix in order to find a movie for the two of you to watch.
a few days later:
You’re woken up when you hear your phone ringing, groaning, you answer groggily, “Hello?”
“[Y/N]!” Phil practically yells into the phone.
“Jesus Phil I just woke up, calm down.”
“Alright, give me like half an hour,” with that, you hang up, beginning to get ready to head over to their apartment for the first time in just over a week.
I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone and then leaving with somebody else.
A little over a half an hour later, you arrive at Dan and Phil’s apartment, letting yourself in as per Phil’s request when he texted you and making your way up to the lounge.
“Morning [Y/N],” Phil says as you walk up the stairs.
As you reach the top, you notice Dan is completely dressed and ready to go out. Confused, you raise your eyebrows at Phil and gesture towards him, knowing that Dan was never one to be out of his pajamas before noon unless absolutely necessary.
Phil shrugs his shoulders in reply, the two of you watching as Dan continually texts someone back, not acknowledging that you’ve just walked in.
He smiles at a message and your heart sinks even further than it had already sunken, knowing that it couldn’t be anyone but the person he’d met.
“I’m heading out, coffee date,” he says abruptly with a small grin.
“Alright well, we’ll see you later,” Phil lets out in reply as Dan makes his way down the stairs and exits their apartment.
“So, [Y/N], what d’you reckon we should do today?”
“I dunno, we have a few hours to kill before [Y/F/N]’s birthday party… We could go for a late breakfast- brunch?”
You agree, Phil standing up to go change out of his pajamas as you wait, thoughts only focusing on Dan and what he could possibly be doing with somebody else.
few hours later again (lol i’m sorry for all the time jumps):
Come on baby, this ain’t the last time that you’ll see my face.
It was 2:00 in the morning, and you were still out with all of your friends for [Y/F/N]’s birthday.
You had been out, bar-hopping since about 11:00 and were having a really great time with everyone, while also avoiding Dan.
It had been going so well, until now, when you felt like you really should’ve heeded Ted’s advice in How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing good happens after 2:00 a.m.”
You were sitting at the table your group had claimed as there own by yourself, watching all of your friends dancing while you sat with a drink, drowning sorrows in alcohol in the hopes that it would somehow make the situation better.
All of a sudden, Dan appears beside you, sitting down next to you and angling his body towards yours.
“[Y/N], I feel like I haven’t seen you all night,” he says, bright smile appearing on his face.
That was intentional, you think to yourself before replying, “Yeah I guess, I’ve been ‘round.”
He scoots his chair closer to yours, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, “I’ve missed you recently.”
Your eyes snap in his direction, widening as you realize this is drunk talk.
When you don’t answer, he continues, “C’mon [Y/N], you can’t tell me that you don’t miss me too, miss us.”
He pauses, and again, you don’t answer, unsure of what to say; instead choosing to play with the straw in your drink. Of course you missed him, every piece of you was itching to say it, to go onto the rooftop of this stupid club and scream that you missed Dan.
But you couldn’t say anything at all; because he was seeing somebody else and you were supposed to be moving on, he was drunk and you were still too sober, he was Dan and you were, you. So you sat quietly continuing to move the ice cubes in your glass around, praying that he’d drop this topic.
“[Y/N],” he suddenly lets out, causing you to look up at him.
You catch his gaze for a moment, and suddenly, Dan’s lips are on yours.
Your eyes widen as you quickly pull back, shocking both you and Dan as you do. Before either of you can say anything, you’ve shot out of your chair, making your way to where you’d last seen Phil and [Y/F/N], desperately hoping that they’d still be there.
Luckily, they’ve remained in the same spot and seem slightly surprised to see you there, “[Y/N], what’re you doing here?” Phil asks.
“Came to say goodbye,” you rush out, “I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow or something.”
“Awh alright, text me that you’ve made it home alright.”
You just nod in reply, giving them both a quick hug and wishing [Y/F/N] a final happy birthday before hustling out of the club and calling a taxi to take you home.
In true movie-like fashion, as soon as you’re entering the taxi, Dan runs out of the club; calling your name as he attempts to stop you from leaving. Ignoring him you hop in, telling the taxi driver the address to your apartment and watching as he stands frustrated on the curb as you pull away.
the next morning:
Got someone you love? Got someone you need?
The next morning, you’re woken up by a knock on your door. Furrowing your eyebrows as you weren’t expecting any guests you stand up out of bed, making your way to the door only in an old t-shirt of Dan’s and opening it with a yawn.
To your surprise, Dan stands there, hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground, eyes which quickly dart upward as the door is swung open.
“You shouldn’t be here,” you say, replaying last night’s events in your head.
“[Y/N] please, just let me come in, I think we should talk,” he replies nervously.
You nod without thinking, something in you telling you that the conversation was a good idea.
Dan immediately steps in, making his way to your kitchen, “You just woke up, I’ll make some tea while you get dressed and then we can talk,” he states as he sets to work on the aforementioned tea.
“Uhh, yeah sure,” you answer, still stood watching him move around your kitchen, easily finding everything he needed.
“Is that my shirt by the way?”
Your cheeks turn red as he finally points it out, “Umm, yeah, I’ll give it back next time I wash it.”
With that, you turn and make your way to your bedroom, throwing on some sweat pants and a shirt of your own before pausing and taking a deep breath in order to prepare yourself for this talk; whatever it may turn out to be.
You leave the room and return to the kitchen to find Dan stirring a mug of tea.
He looks up as you walk in and something in you shifts as he speaks, “That one’s yours,” he motions to the other mug, “I made it just how you like, even added a little bit of honey because Phil mentioned you’ve been feeling a little ill recently.”
“Thank you,” you say, picking up the mug and stirring it once before taking a sip of it.
“About last night-”
“I miss you too,” you blurt out, cutting him off.
“What?” he asks, clearly confused over your comment in comparison with your reaction the night before.
“I’ve missed you so much, Dan, and I’ve spent too much time thinking about you with somebody else when I know I want it to be me. I am so in love with you, and I think it’s time I finally let go and give us a chance.. If you want to, that is,” you finally finish, looking up at Dan, hoping that he doesn’t reject you but knowing it would be totally fair if he did.
“I came over here to tell you I ended things with the other person a week ago because I couldn’t be with them because they weren’t you… I somehow knew you’d come around.”
He crosses the kitchen in two strides, grabbing your face with his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss.
You sigh, relieved as you pull away, finally feeling like everything in your life might be just right; especially now that the love of your life was no longer with somebody else.