i want to steal your heart too

Evermore is the most gorgeous song that rips your heart out and makes you feel all the FEELS!!

- Josh Groban’s version is absolutely wonderful 

- I literally can’t comprehend how he stole an angels voice and made it even better 

- You can really appreciate the depth and strength of his voice like damn 

- I get Phantom of the Opera vibes and can totally see the song in both 

- Thank you my enchanting siren 

BUT HEAR DAN STEVENS VERSION WITNESS OUR BEAST SING 

- This one literally makes me clench my heart in pain 

- At the end of the song I’m on the verge of tears 

- You can truly feel how much she has affected him and he can never let her go inside his heart 

- But he does because he is selfless as fuck and wants her happiness before anyone’s 

- It just has so much emotion especially the last lyrics like I’m bawling just writing this 

- Forever in love with you my Beauty 

- READ THESE DAMN LYRICS AND LISTEN TO THE SONG SO YOU CAN FEEL YOUR HEART BREAK!  

I was the one who had it all
I was the master of my fate
I never needed anybody in my life
I learned the truth too late


I’ll never shake away the pain
I close my eyes but she’s still there
I let her steal into my melancholy heart
It’s more than I can bear


Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she runs away
She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me
Move me, come what may


Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in
And be with me for evermore


I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach
She’s never out of sight


Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she fades from view
She will still inpire me, be a part of
Everything I do


Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in

And as the long, long nights begin
I’ll think of all that might have been
Waiting here for evermore!

Originally posted by partofyourtaleasoldastime

Originally posted by poissonxquad

prettiestmess  asked:

Oh my God, could you do a top 10 for Michiru's outfits? I feel like they tried so hard to make her a fashion plate (as she well she should be) but were so often stymied by the 90s-ness of it all. I'd love to see what you chose.

The real question is, how will I narrow it down to only ten?? Michiru’s style is so hard to pin down because sometimes it works flawlessly and sometimes it’s hard to justify, in-universe, why she would ever choose to wear what she is wearing. (Thanks again to @sailorcivilian and @fukufashion for their comprehensive representation of Sailor Moon outfits!)

10. The 1940s called. They said you look really good in that dress, feel free to keep wearing it.

9. It is written in ink that this shawl may never cover more than one (1) shoulder at any given time.

8. (”coming soon to own on videocassette” voice) She may have a tiny bow and a tiny backpack, but she’s got a big heart.

7. They told me I could be anything I wanted, so I became the ocean

6. Wearing formal gloves and a pencil skirt to the racetrack just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

5. There are two kinds of people: those who say “you can never have too much denim on your body,” and liars

4. On the back, these shirts say “If found, please return to Michiru”/”I am Michiru”

3. The stylish yet practical baby-stealing ensemble

2. The dress that is responsible for putting many a young boy through early puberty

1. Look. I think there must be a story behind this one. I think this used to be a favorite tunic of Michiru’s; the pale lavender with the white belt is simple but charming. One day she was painting another one of her space whales, and Haruka yelled something from the kitchen about the shrimp paella leftovers in the fridge. In the one uncalculated move she had ever made in her life, she turned around and lowered her brush, leaving a short streak of dark blue on her dress. She tried everything; cold water, rubbing alcohol, Haruka’s Tide-to-Go stick, but she could still see a faint line where the space-colored paint was. Haruka would insist she couldn’t tell there was a stain, but Michiru would always know, and she couldn’t live like that. The next day, she bought a bottle of fabric dye. If she couldn’t remove the accidental stain, then she would make it an intentional one. She wears it as an act of defiance, a warning to the universe that Michiru Kaioh is not one to be defeated.

You Died

Author: Juju

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian comes home only to find you crying. He freaks out, thinking something happened, but he calms down once he figures out what’s going on.

Warnings: A smidge of angst but it’s hardly there. A shit ton of fluff.

A/N: This happened like 2 minutes ago. There are still tears in my eyes. I don’t know why I decided to re-watch The First Avenger.

P.S. I just realized that I’m on my period and that’s why I’m so emotional. I’m sorry.

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Y/N! I’m home!” Sebastian called out as he walked into your shared apartment. He turned to the living room, where you usually were when he came home, only to find it empty. He went to the kitchen, but you weren’t there either. On his way to the bedroom, he heard you sniffling and picked up his pace in fear.

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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King
Let Us Know (PolyHamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)

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You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.

This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.

“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.

You giggle and shake your head.

“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.

Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.

“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”

John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.

“Gil,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.

“You want on too, ma douce?”

John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.

“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”

You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.

“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.

You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.

“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.

“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”

“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.

“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.

“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.

“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.

“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”

“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.

He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.

“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.

“Are you sure, mon ange?”

“I disagree baby girl.”

“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”

You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.

“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”

He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.

“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”

They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.

Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”

He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”

Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.

“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.

You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.

“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.

They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.

“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?

“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.

You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.

Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.

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Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.

Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.

Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.

Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.

Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.

Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.

Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.

All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.

You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.

You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?

Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.

You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.

When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.

You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.

“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”

The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.

“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”

They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.

“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??

“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.

And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!

“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”

“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”

They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.

“Baby girl…”

“My love…”

“Mon ange..”

“Cupcake…”

They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.

The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.

After two hours had passed they grew worried.

“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.

“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach

Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.

Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.

“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you….”

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You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.

You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.

Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.

You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.

After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.

“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”

“But Angie”-

“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.

Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.

“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”

You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.

“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.

“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.

“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”

“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.

You laugh and shake your head.

“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.

“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.

“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”

The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.

Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”

“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”

She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.

“Non, we can come get her.”

“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”

The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.

“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.

“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.

The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.

“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.

“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.

“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.

Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.

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The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.

Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.

“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.

“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.

She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.

“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.

They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.

As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.

Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”

As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.

You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”

The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.

“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”

“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”

“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”

You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.

“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”

You look at him confused.

“A little something?”

You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.

Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.

“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.

We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.

It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…

Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.

The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel

Then let me show you now that I’m for real

If all things in time, time will reveal
Yeah

As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
Yeah (yeah)

You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.

It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out

And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe

And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far

Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart

Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.

Cause,
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.

Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun

I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun

You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine

You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time

As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles. And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.

“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.

“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.

“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.

“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.

“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.

“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.

“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.

Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.

“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.

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When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.

“What is it Gil?”

“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”

“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”

“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”

“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”

You look at each of them and nod.

“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

Alex shakes his head at you.

“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.

And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.

And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.

The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.

A. 17 is too old to binge eat Oreos.

B. if in the weeks following hot night he ate the sadness from your mouth, your aura turned lavender, your eyes went moony: you’re not in love. say it with me now. sing it like a gospel song, build a church with chicken bones.

C. you we’re alive before he kissed you. you are such goddamn sap it’s pathetic to share a skin with you.

D. don’t think anything has changed just because you feel wanted. you still watch horror movies when you’re sad until you lose your empathetic capacity and stop recoiling when the knife shoves and twists, when you hear bones snap, until bodies look like toys that just have but red stuffing inside and you’re so numb you think you’re in a video game.

E. you’re still not afraid of running with scissors.

F. you still get wet between the legs at the thought of stealing concealer from rite aid.

G. you are still fucked. his tongue will freeze against that heart of yours. don’t kick yourself.

H. you can kill yourself if you want, though, lol.

I. 17 is too old to repeat funny things you hear in movies and slip them into loud group conversations you feel left out of and pretend you made them up.

J. he has an ex, and he told you about the long entangled pain of her hands (probably more feminine than yours) around his heart for 3 years. how did it hurt the most when she finally stopped clogging his arteries with her acrylics? how did it hurt more when she finally let go? she wrote him a poem about the break up, you smirk, and look evil, and try not to laugh, cause in your mind it’s drawn in crayon and rhymes “lies” with “eyes”, and she spent nearly two hours on it, and posted it to her private instagram without context. fucking poem, yeah right. fucking writer, yeah right. you could write a love song about garlic bread and it would make him break down on his knees.

K. in regards to the aforementioned, you are fundamentally mean. you can take pills for that. or: you should take a blade to where that shit lives. you should carve it out and use the hole to hide a flask so you can swallow something to burn the venom when it starts to bubble up again. and it will bubble up again.

L. simultaneously you are kinder than you think. she makes him believe he’s lonely, and so he stays and loves her. you make him believe he’s lovely, and so he leaves and loves himself.

M. you hate your body because you think it’s too strong. you force yourself to eat pounds of sugar so the hem of your skirt will glitter like your eyes don’t, and boys will pay attention to that and not your droopy face. your stomach regurgitates. armor doesn’t work when you wage war with yourself.

N. keep your hair in braids. keep your entitlement on a yoke.

O. you’re old enough now to stop pulling out memories from the back of the fridge at the bottom of the leftovers and force them down my gullet even when their 8 years old and buzzing with mold.

P. you have stopped pretending you don’t have a gag reflex just to get rotten things into you, just to get a boy to swear you’re an angel. (the pretty white birthday cake. with the pink frosting between the layers, with the red frosting “a” in “Happy” smushed into the plastic tupperware like all splat! like red dead bird guts on the window, and everybody stops and turns their heads and is quiet for a in a minute long funeral made of wrinkled skin and blue eyeshadow as high as the eyebrow).

Q. I’m not living off of dead things anymore.

R. yes this is in first person now, I can feel the blood coming back to my toes, pins and needles has never felt this good, I think i love this body,

S. i think I don’t need a reason to live anymore, because I had to die so many times before I could cut this nostalgia out of me, this pregnancy of memories, and eat it raw again like placenta, that blood around my mouth is my search warrant for purpose.

T. And everybody has told me the meaning of life, everybody has told me I look beautiful in white, but I have never agreed with either. But I’m so beautiful in red, when I’m covered in blood. I go all splat, my neck snaps like in the horror movies i have gotten so good at being numb to, and everyone stops and stares.

U. it is a celebration not a funeral, or a celebration of a funeral.

V. but I can use this, this wrench was made for broken things, this fork and knife was not made for surgery, don’t treat yourself like a slab of meat

W. yeah you are not a prodigy in any right, yeah you can be such a bitch sometimes, yeah you have not had real friends in about 2 years, yeah he doesn’t want to fuck you, so don’t be happy. don’t be happy, that way you can cut yourself with this poem and heal yourself with it by the end. get your music on, lock your razor with your pressed flowers, this roadtrip is gonna take sometime, I need to know you’ll stay alive for the whole thing.

X. this is not a happy poem. i don’t know how to write a happy poem yet. this is a poem with both of my eyes open, not written at 3 am. i will write a happy poem when I’m fucking happy, so for now i feed this sad poem the buttercups and raw meat that clot your veins to grow it big and strong

Y. and this monster will come alive to pull me to the light someday.

Z. 17 is before the storm, as traditional as it may be. So run after the ice cream truck, eat all the Oreos you want, buy them with your pocket change, scrape them from the bottom of a glass of milk.

17 is too young to feel so hurt. 17 is to young to hold back like some boring cubicle crony. 17 is too young for all these rules.

—  hey, happy birthday!! the big one seven lmao, what do u want? I mean like if u could have anything, what would u want?
i’m gonna love you forever pt. 1

Request:  I have an idea for a story: the reader was engaged to Bucky (they were both madly in love) before the war in the 40s. And then he goes off to war and they never see each other again. BUT she also got into a super soldier program and is actually still alive and gets introduced to the avengers. Neither of them had any relationships cause they felt like they’d be unfaithful. Steve is happy to see her to but Bucky is just over the roof excited? Angst to fluff to smut maybe?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, someone gets punched, 40′s slang name calling.

A/N: This is probably going to be a 3 or 4 part story, I really love this idea and it deserves a slow and deep story line.

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

~1945-Before the War

4 hours into my 8 hour shift at the local cafe down the street from mine and Bucky’s shared apartment, and I’m already done with the day, I think by boss can tell because I’m just a little on the cranky side, I’m usually very friendly and happy. However, I have a few of these men that just don’t want to take the hint that I have a boyfriend. Have for the last 5 years.

“Yeah? Well we’ve been coming here almost everyday for the past 3 years and I’ve never seen you with a man. You’re getting up there, don’t you think, hun? You’ll need a man to take care of a pretty dame such as yourself.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, gentlemen, I really do appreciate the offer, but I’m not joking about my boyfriend, his name is Bucky Barnes and he probably wouldn’t appreciate some strange men flirting with his woman while she’s at work.” The men bust out into laughter.

“Bucky Barnes? That guy is doll dizzy! You really think he’ll stay with you for long?” Heat floods my face, not from embarrassment, no, but anger. Who do these guys think they are?

“You must not see him very often then, huh? We’ve been with one another for 5 years.”

“5 years, eh? And he hasn’t put a ring on that pretty finger yet? I’d have you married, barefoot and pregnant by now if I’s him.” Okay, I’m officially done with this.

However, it doesn’t look like I need to defend myself anymore.

“This fat-head givin you troubles doll?” Speaking of the man of the hour. Bucky grabs me by the hips, spins me around and presses his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. It’s meant to show them that I’m his and to back off.

The guy stands up, obviously offended by the insult.

“Who’re you callin’ fathead, you active duty lowlife?” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Alright now, there’s no need for you to snap your cap. After all, you were the one hitting on my lady now weren’t ya? I’d say I’m the one with the right to be angry.”

“You have a new dame on your hip every other month.” Bucky sighs, like he can’t believe he’s even having this conversation right now.

“Look, chrome dome, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s just not going to work. I used to be pretty doll dizzy back in the day, but once you find the right one, no one else can hold a candle to them.” He smiles and presses a kiss to my mouth one more time.

The guy rolls his eyes.

“Ah whatever, you’ve lost a customer young lady. You can keep the call- girl, that’s all she’s good for anyway, right?” His buddies laugh along with him. I gasp, shocked that that insult even flew from his mouth. How dare he? He doesn’t even know me!

Bucky looks down, before letting go of my waist.

“Why don’t you finish cleaning this table, doll? I don’t want my lady to see this.” I get back to cleaning my table, a smirk coming across my face, knowing what’s about to happen. I don’t see anything, but I hear the punch that no doubt broke the guys nose. I hear people shout, shock no doubt over taking their body. Bucky comes back in the diner, coming over to me and pressing a kiss to the back of my head.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining army, Buck.” He smiles.

“No one talks about my doll like that.”

“You and Steve going to be having your usually lunch date today?”

“Yup, he should be on his way. It’s a good thing he didn’t see that, he probably would have had an asthma attack.” I chuckle.

“Well, now that your grandstand moment is over, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fetch the armored heifer for me.” He chuckles and heads back to the kitchen.

Bucky is such a regular part of the diner that no one who works here questions him coming and going for me.

He comes back with the milk, handing it to me to fill a customer’s glass.

“You know, as often as I’m here, you’d think they’d have seen me by now.” I chuckle, it is true. Just then, the door dings open, and here comes an exhausted Steve. Once he gets up to us, he’s leaning over, panting and gasping for breath. I pour him a glass of water while Bucky comes up to him, leaning over to pat him on the back.

“You ran here didn’t you, punk?” He just gulps and nods. I hand him a glass of water and watch him gulp it down so fast if you blinked you’da missed it.

“Slow down, Steve. There’s not water shortage here, ya know.” He just smiles at me before coming to give me a hug. As tiny as Steve is, I’m still a tad bit smaller than he his. He takes pride in that as well.

“Hey, doll.” Steve is the only guy Bucky allows to call me doll besides him, and I think it’s kinda cute.

I met Bucky through Steve, actually. Steve was at the same movie theatre as I and my sister was, and this punk in front of both of us kept talking too loud and no one could hear the movie, Steve was the only guy who was brave enough to speak up, and he ended up getting his ass handed to him in an alleyway. I just happened to be walking by that particular ally when I saw him getting beat up, and I know a fight is no place for a woman but I couldn’t help it. I had to step in and help him. The man ended up slapping me in the fact, but it didn’t stop me. Bucky ended up swooping in and saving the day, and stealing my heart in the process. A thief and a hero, all at once.

“Well, you boys better take yourself a seat and I’ll get your orders in. Unless, of course, you wanted something different tonight?” They both sit down, Steve across from Bucky.

“No doll, just half a burger for each of us.” I nod and head to the kitchen. We aren’t rich, but we’re rich in spirit, and that’s all we need. I get a free meal every week that I work without missing a day, and I usually take it home and split it with Bucky, sometimes Steve too if he’s around. We can only afford one meal today, and with some of Steve’s help they’re able to get one meal and split it. It might seem like a sad situation, but we’ve become used to it and it doesn’t even phase us. After the burger is done, I ho up to retrieve it, only to see there’s two burgers there.

“Uh, Roy? You made two burgers, I only needed one.” He turns and smiles at me. Roy is the owner of the shop, and I’ve worked for him for 4 years.

“I know, dolly. Go ahead and give them to your boys, you guys deserve it. It’s on the house.” My eyes tear up, and I quickly wipe them away.

“Aw Roy…you don’t have to do th-”

“Hush. It’s no problem, now go.” He winks at me and I smile, taking both the plates before taking them to my boys. When I set them down on the table, they both look up to me with an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know, he said it would be on the house.” Bucky breaks out into a huge grin and stands up, placing a kiss on my lips.

“Well, I feel like this would be as god a time as any, as this day just keeps getting better!” I raise my eyebrow. Steve looks towards his best friend, smiling. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, or ask Bucky what’s happening, he gets down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket.

My hands instinctively go to my mouth, and my knees almost buckle.

“(Y/N), I will never forget the day I met you. Standing up for my best friend, risking your own safety to protect someone else you didn’t even know. I knew right then and there that you were something special, and that I wanted to make you mine. I was shocked when you actually agreed to go out with me, seeing as my reputation around here wasn’t great, but you looked past that and gave me a chance. And here we are 5 years later, and I hope I’ve made every day since then as enjoyable as I know how to, and I hope you will let me continue to make you happy as Mrs. Barnes for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” He opens the box and reveals a tiny diamond ring. I had been trying to keep the tears behind during his speech, so I could see his handsome face. I nod my head furiously before my knees finally give, and buckle. Bucky catches me on the way down, lifting me up and kissing me deeply. There’s an ocean of ‘aw’s’ and people clapping, Steve being one of them. Still in the throws of bliss, I almost miss Roy coming up to us, patting Bucky on the back before pressing a kiss to my cheek.


“Congratulations you two. Now, why don’t I get you guys a couple of to go boxes and you can take the rest of the day off.” My day has just gotten so much better, I can’t believe he FINALLY proposed to me! Taking my two boys with me, and admiring my left hand all the way home to eat our dinner as a tiny family. My life is awesome, but, all good things must come to an end it seems…

PERMANENT TAG LIST: @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

I can make it feel better (Ethan)

Summary: Helping the twins film their latest video, Ethan ends up getting hurt in the process. You help him with his injury and he’s thankful for it. You in up confessing your feelings getting caught up in the moment. 

Warnings: Blood but only a little. 

A/N: So this is my first imagine so bare with me, please. :) 


I was helping Grayson and Ethan set up for their latest video. Cooking with the Dolan Twin part 2, they claim they actually were going to try this time. But I seriously doubt that the most they’re going to do is mess up the kitchen…and themselves.

I was a year older than the twins so when Cameron wasn’t around it was my job to make sure the twins didn’t get into much trouble. I knew the twins for about a year and we been close ever since. I was a fan of them ever since Vine and it was a dream come true when I met them at the restaurant I’m working at. They always stopped to get pancakes.

“You have the camera set up Y/N?” Ethan asked.

It was something about his voice that made me go weak in the knees. It took me awhile to admit it to myself that I actually have a crush on Ethan. Even though it wasn’t a huge age difference, I was not too quick on liking someone younger than me.

“Yeah, it’s focused now,” I replied giving him a thumbs up. He smiled in return. What this boy does to my heart, it’s just a smile calm down.

“Okay, we can record now,” Grayson said.

I nodded and hit the record button.

“What’s up guys we’re back!” Grayson shouted.

“I wanted to say it,” Ethan pouted. I giggled at the face he was giving Grayson.

“Fine let’s say it together.”

“What’s up guys we’re back!” Both of them yelled throwing an arm around each other’s shoulders.

“For today’s video we’re going to be cooking up some nice delicious meals,” Ethan said.

“It’s like the cooking challenge we did a few years ago but we are professional chefs now,” Grayson added. It took everything in me to not laugh.

“So, we’re both going to be making pizza and whoever makes the tastiest pizza wins. The loser has to sing a song of the winner’s choice at the end of the video.”

“Now let’s get cooking!” Ethan yelled.

They started getting out the dough from the cans, they claimed they are professionals but used can dough. But it was quicker to do since waiting for the yeast to rise would take to long. They sprayed their pans and laid the dough down.

“See this is easy,” Grayson bragged. He flashed a smile at the camera surely make the fans go weak.

Ethan elbowed Grayson then Grayson put his finger in the sauce wiping it on Ethan’s nose. The red sauce dripped onto his lips and he licked it.

I hope they don’t make a mess in the kitchen because I’m going to have to help clean it up. Soon they started cutting up the toppings, of course, Ethan had to have pineapples.

As they both were cutting Ethan let out a scream. I looked up from the camera.

“What happened Ethan?!” Grayson asked with a worried expression.

Ethan held his hand up, blood oozing down his finger. “I cut my finger nothing too serious,” he joked but the pain was written all over his face.

I turned the camera off. “Let’s go clean it E,” I said.

He nodded and we went towards the bathroom, I turned the light on and told him to wash his hands. They usually kept their medical supplies under the cabinet. I opened it and pulled out what I needed. He sat down on the toilet after washing his hands.
I took a cloth and dried his hands then got a good look at the cut. It was deep but not too deep. It was still bleeding so I put the cloth back on to add pressure.

“Just have to stop the bleeding,” I said. I looked up and he was staring back at me, it was intense. Like he was thinking hard about what he was going to say. I turned away looking back at the cut, taking a slightly deep breath to calm my nerves.

After a few minutes, I took the cloth off and saw it stop bleeding which means he didn’t cut anything important. I got a Q-tip and some Neosporin to prevent an infection. I put the cream on the Q-tip and applied it to his cut.

“Thanks for helping me,” he said breaking the silence.

“No problem, just be careful next time,” I responded.

He laughed, it was something I could listen to every day. It made my day better to hear him laugh. After I was done applying the Neosporin I started to get up to go get him a bandage. But he pulled me down stopping me from going any further.

“What’s wrong Ethan?” I questioned.

“Um…listen I always wanted to tell you this but I just didn’t know how to say it,” he stammered.

My heart started beating faster, he had a serious look on his face. I bit my bottom lip to distract me from jumping up and running out of the bathroom.

He continued after a pause. “I like you…like a lot and I know the bathroom is not the most romantic place to confess my feelings. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my eye sockets. My crush actually likes me back, when does that happen? I probably look like a fish without water with my mouth opening and closing.

“Say something!” Ethan begged.

“I li-like you to…for a long time actually,” I confessed.

It felt good to finally get it out, especially since I know he likes me back.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?”

“I didn’t know if you would feel the same way so I decided to keep it to myself, kind of hoping the feelings would go away. But it never did.”

“Well good it didn’t,” he replied with a chuckled.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked grinning like an idiot.

“Go for it,” I beamed.

He lifts my chin gently and started leaning in slowly. I had to stop myself from biting my lip since that calms my nerves, so I just settled on placing my hand on his knee. His lips finally touched mine moving slowly to savor the moment. His other hand moved to the back of my neck pulling me closer. It was a gentle kiss but it was everything I could ask for. His lips tasted like pineapples since he ate a few before cutting his finger. Pineapple tasted better on him.

“Sucking faces…gross,” someone commented. It couldn’t be anyone but Grayson.

Ethan and I quickly pulled apart catching our breath. My lips still felt tingly from his kiss.

“Way to ruin the moment Gray,” Ethan grumbled as he frowned at his twin brother.

“I only came to check up on you guys because you were taking to long. To my surprise, you were making out.” Grayson explained crossing his arms leaning against the frame of the door.
I turned away embarrassed about the situation. Not kissing Ethan but with Grayson walking in on us, this is just awkward.

“But I’m glad you finally made your move E, took you long enough,” Grayson laughed. “You can go back sucking faces when we’re done with filming.”

With that Grayson walked out and I turned back to look at Ethan whose face was a bright red.

“Well let me bandage your finger,” I said getting up from the floor my knees aching from staying on the ground for that long.

“I can’t wait to get him back,” Ethan retorted while holding out his injured finger for me to put the bandage on.

“I’ll help but first could I steal another kiss?”

“Of course you can,” he smirked.

“God I love your smile,” I praised as I leaned in tasting his lips once again.


Was that awkward? Too much cliche? Well, I always wanted to write imagines just didn’t have the heart to do them. But I hoped you like this and if you want to request something about the twins feel free to do so! If you want to chat also send something. :)

bae jinyoung as your boyfriend

wanna one boyfriends 8/11 - dedicated to @milktaeh

  • let me start off by saying one word only: s h y
  • like listen baejin can look pretty intimidating at first but he’s actually a soft floof
  • especially when he’s around you
  • he just feels very very strongly for you
  • you somehow manage to make his heart race without putting in any effort whatsoever
  • ngl he can get frustrated from time to time because he wants to have the same effect on you
  • will try to make you flustered by stealing random kisses from you but tbh he’ll be the one to end up blushing
  • you’re his emotional anchor and vice versa
  • frequently asks you about your day and genuinely cares about your answer
  • he just cares about you in general and always makes sure to let you know
  • “tell me if things are stressing you out too much, i’ll help”
  • “make sure you stay healthy and get enough rest okay”
  • “you can do it, i believe in you”
  • you’re his number one motivator and bring out the best in him so he’s eternally grateful for that and wants to return the favor
  • the type to send you cute little texts throughout the day to let you know how much he appreciates you
  • “remember that i love u”
  • “never give up babe i’m supporting u so much”
  • “i was about to go to bed but now i can’t stop thinking about u wow”
  • basically he thinks about you all the time so he might get distracted during dance practice with wanna one sometimes
  • which results in the older members teasing scolding him
  • appreciates skinship but he gets shy about it in front of people especially wanna one so he tries to play it down a little
  • speaking of skinship, he loves resting his hand on the small of your back
  • and boi your kisses are his favorite
  • like he will find incredibly dumb reasons and excuses to get you to kiss him
  • even if it’s just a cute little peck, the feeling of your lips on his will make him fucking weak
  • likes having you in his lap with your back resting comfortably against his chest
  • he WILL try and mess up braid your hair so be prepared
  • sometimes he’ll try and tickle your sides but your ass ain’t having none of that so tickle fights are a thing
  • wants to have these cute cooking dates with you but doesn’t want to fuck up so he always buys things that incredibly easy to make
  • “omg jinyoung instant ramen doesn’t count”
  • “well it’s the thought that counts isn’t it”
  • takes you to the beach or a nice, quiet spot in the city to watch the sunset with him
  • y’all frequently tell dumb jokes or pick up lines to each other and crack up at every single one of them
  • could laugh with and at each other for days
  • one time baejin tried using dish soap to clean up a spill on the floor and slipped and you couldn’t stop laughing at his dumb ass for about three hours
  • so sometimes when y’all are being a bit loud again his members will be lowkey highkey annoyed with you
  • “can you kids stop with your obnoxious antics some of the elders do value their beauty sleep thank you”
  • “daehwi shut up you’re like 12″
  • rests his head in your lap
  • likes having you close all the time, especially when the two of you are sharing a bed
  • spooning
  • likes to be the big spoon because he can pull you flush against his chest and nestle his face in the crook of your neck
  • doesn’t ever let go of you throughout the night because he’s the most comfortable with you by his side
  • honestly he just wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you so he tries really hard please appreciate him a lot
BTS reacting to their S/O having many pets

Requested by; anon

Hey, can I ask for BTS reacting to they s/o having many pets at home?

Jin

“Woah, there are so many! Do they all have names? I’m going to learn them all and I’m going to befriend every single one of them!”

Suga

“Well, as long as they don’t disturb me when I fall asleep here, I’m fine with them. I do have to admit that they’re all pretty cute.”

J-Hope

“They don’t bite, do they? Aw! Look at them, they’re being so cute. Please, can I pet one without them biting me or something?”

Rapmonster

“Hold up, teach me how to hold them. I don’t want to drop one of your pets and make them all hate me! There are so many, they’d eat me.”

Jimin

“I’ll buy them all toys! My heart~, they’re too cute for this world! How did you get this many!?”

Taehyung

“I better learn all there names quickly because I’m officially becoming their dad! I mean, I could just steal them away too.”

Jungkook

“You have dogs too, right? Please, tell me that you do! I love dogs! Can I go out for walks with them whenever I want?”

Flirting.
  • [/AoKaga Version]
  • Kagami: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
  • Aomine: Don't know. Were you thinking about us screwing right this instant? If so, then yes.
  • Kagami: Huh? No, I was thinking of us playing basketball today.
  • Aomine: You can play with my balls instead.
  • Kagami: ... Okay? How about just staying here since it's hot outside?
  • Aomine: I'm even more hotter than the sun. How about that, taking you to heaven to refre-
  • Kagami: Damn it, Aomine, stop it.
  • [/MidoTaka Version]
  • Takao: Shin-chan, today, Oha-Asa said that your lucky item is your lover.
  • Midorima: Yes, I know.
  • Takao: ... So?
  • Midorima: What?
  • Takao: You know... It won't be useful if you don't take advantage of this day.
  • Midorima: What was that?
  • Takao: Like what couples usually do. It also said in the description.
  • Midorima: ...
  • Takao: ...
  • Midorima: ...
  • Takao: Argh, damn it, let me screw you now!
  • [/KiseKasa Version]
  • Kise: Senpai, Senpai!
  • Kasamatsu: What do you want?
  • Kise: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTVWXYZ... What's missing?
  • Kasamatsu: You said it too fast.
  • Kise: Eh? Then, let me do it again. ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTVWXYZ!! What's missing?
  • Kasamatsu: U?
  • Kise: Aw, Senpai misses me?! Me too!
  • Kasamatsu: ...
  • Kise: ...
  • Kasamatsu: ...
  • Kise: You don't... get it, right?
  • Kasamatsu: You're doing it wrong, anyway. It goes like this. Hey, Kise, I'll report you to the police station.
  • Kise: Eh?! Why?!
  • Kasamatsu: Because you stole my heart.
  • Kise: KYAAAH!!
  • [/AkaKuro Version]
  • Akashi: Tetsuya, are you a thief?
  • Kuroko: No, and I didn't steal your heart, Akashi-kun.
  • Akashi: ... Ugh, Tetsuya, I have a problem.
  • Kuroko: You can't stop thinking about me? Please, do stop thinking about me. Start thinking about yourself.
  • Akashi: ...
  • Kuroko: ...
  • Akashi: You look great in your new shirt, Tetsuya.
  • Kuroko: ... It's my old shirt back in middle school and you saw this multiple times, Akashi-kun. Stop winking.
  • Akashi: ...
  • Kuroko: ...
  • Akashi: ...
  • Kuroko: ...
  • Akashi: Come over, I have all your favorites. Pizza, beer, and of course, ME.
  • Kuroko: ... Akashi-kun?
  • Akashi: Did it work?
  • Kuroko: I fucking live together with you for ages now. You have a low-tolerance in alcohol and you can't handle pizza without pepperoni.
  • Akashi: ... Nothing works, huh? I studied work for this.

Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.

Love.

A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

Manspreading Pt. 2


Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2,641

AUTHOR’S NOTE: OK so I absolutely hated the 2nd chapter of this series. I feel like I’ve built a nice and comprehensive backstory in the first chapter and then went right and fucked it up in the 2nd one purely for smut purposes. But now since I’m going to be continuing this story, I went back and made changes to the 2nd chapter to make it more realistic and set the groundwork for part 3. 

It’s still smutty but now with a more realistic approach to tae’s first time.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Epilogue

“Seriously, Taehyung?” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly and gives you his best boxy smile, “Sorry, doll, I’ve waited for too long, and I’m not gonna wait another minute.”  

 

He wipes your chin and leans down to give you a kiss. You swerve at the last minute and he ends up falling face first onto the floor, ass sticking up in the air. A bark of laughter escapes you before you can stop it, and Taehyung looks absolutely mortified. The blood was rushing to his face so much that you start worrying his head might explode. Clamping your hands on your mouth to try to stifle the laughter, you say through a muffled voice, “I’m so sorry, Taetae. It’s not funny, I know.” But try as you might, you can’t stop the giggles shaking you like an earthquake; the sight in front of you too absurd for you to take it seriously. Your best friend since childhood was laying in an awkward position on the floor of your shared apartment, his cock still out, moments after you just gave him a blowjob.

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Welcome to the Jungle

♧ Part one of ‘can’t catch me’ series ♧

Summary: You’re a renowned thief whose been one step ahead of the police ever since you arrived in town. But, you take it a step too far when you try to steal from the new mayor of town, Sam Winchester. You soon find yourself in a dilemma, with new faces in town that want to use you, plus the fact Detective Dean Winchester wants you caught now more than ever. How long can you stay a free woman, and will your heart make you fall along the way?  

Characters: Female Reader, Detective!Benny Lafitte, Detective!Dean Winchester, Castiel, Mayor!Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: reader is a thief/con woman, kinda angst?, injured!Cas 

A/N: I need to stop coming up with these ideas Feedback would be massively appreciated for this. Enjoy!

It was supposed to be an easy job. Crash the party, steal a few wallets and purses from all the rich guests who were there, before making a quick and quiet exit. At least, it usually was that easy for you.

It had been pretty easy to distract people, especially with the thin white gown you were wearing that didn’t really leave much to the imagination. You’d just been chatting up some high profiled business man, managing to grab a few notes from his inside jacket pocket as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek and said your goodbyes.

What you didn’t expect was to literally bump into a taller, broad built figure with that all too familiar southern accent as he spoke.

 “Fancy seeing you here, sug.”

You cursed under your breath as you looked up to see Benny standing there, a smug look across his face. Great, a cop. Just what you needed right now.  

“Hey, officer. I didn’t expect to see you at this fancy do,” you replied, plastering a fake smile across your dark red lips. You knew he wouldn’t make a scene in here, it was a high fly event and the cameras from the paparazzi would be out in seconds.

He gave a small chuckle. “No, but we expected to see you.”

You discretely scanned around you, silently wondering how many of these suited douche bags were actually cops. Looking up at him, you gave him an innocent smile. “So, where’s my favourite detective? I kinda miss the green eyed guy.”

He gave you a short look at your comment. “It’s his night off. So, are you going to come quietly or are we going to have a problem?” his voice warningly low as he spoke.

Giving a solemn shrug, you slowly lifted up your hands in surrender. “Alright, big guy. You win.”

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anonymous asked:

what would chocobros do if s/o shrinks into a pocket size?

Sorry it took a long time to answer! I also have no idea what happened with Iggy’s part but HE IS AMUSED BY THE SMALL THINGS ! If you guys want a version for Regis, Cor and the Older Bros reacting then lemme know! Also lemme know if you want the S/O’s reacting to the bros turning smol!

Tagging:@themissimmortal @chocohoess @cerasusazule @fieryfantasy


At first, Gladio would be a little confused as to where you were. One second you were helping Prompto up and the next? You were no where. He had one of those mini heart attack moments, and he began calling your name. There was this squeeky ‘I’m down here ya big boy!’ and he stopped in his tracks.

He would crouch down upon noticing you and hold out his palm so you could sit in his hand. “Who used mini on you?”

“A Tonberry’s backside.” You grumbled and crossed your arms. He wasn’t going to lie, he’d think you were cute with your mini sulk and pout. He wanted to kiss your cheek but he was pretty positive you’d scream and make his ears ring at the high pitch.

So he would merely laugh and place you in his pocket to save your little legs the treck and gave the pocket a gentle pat.

Of course when you did return to your normal size a couple hours later, you did chuck a pillow at him for annoying you whilst you were small simply because you couldn’t stop him.

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Prompto, on the other hand, would be right next to you when you became small and he’d instantly pick you up and shelter you from the blizzaga that Noctis chucked down. 

He would almost become the mother instead of Ignis. Almost. Because when you sneezed five minutes, he found it so cute and tore off a lttle bit of fresh tissue so you could blow your nose.

“You’re so cute…” He would say it quietly as you settled you in the small compartment thingy on the car door when he got in, and he’d use the fabric on his arm as your blanket.

Ignis was still the mother though and he did break off a little tiny bit of garlic for you to nibble on in order for you to get a good amount of sleep. 

Prompto was extremely excited about this turn of events and he’d let you remain on his shoulder or in his hair. At one point in time he let you live in his camera bag. It was also the safest place for you.

How Prompto knew that you were back to normal size, was by the weight that decided to sprawl on top of him in the middle of the night You weren’t heavy by any means, but you did enjoy using him as your pillow again. 

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Ignis doesn’t really show much of a reaction - apart from being extremely protective. You could be on Noct’s shoulder whilst the prince is driving, Noct none the wiser, and Ignis would just be slowly reaching out for you. He’d see Noct smile smugly from the side view mirror and specs would become even more ‘all business’. And when you’d go to yank Noct’s hair, Ignis would snatch you up and bop your head for being ‘reckless and completely inconsiderate’. 

An Iron Giant could have appeared in the middle of the road and you’d just do your normal taunt, but being as small as you were made Gladio burst out laughing, Noct and Prompto left with mixed feelings and Ignis just running to you and picking you up. And cactuars? No way was he letting you near them. One of the needles could easily puncture your heart.

And when he’d be unpacking, you’d be a nuisance and clamber all over the pots and pans whilst making funny faces and he’d eventually burst out laughing to the point of crying and the others would be so concerned and go through the medicine packs to find something for him.

But through it all, he’d make a mini version of whatever they were having so you wouldn’t miss out. And when you did return to your normal size, all it would take was for him to look at you and he’d be a laughing mess again. And you’d only where a smug impression.

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Now, Noctis would be all over you! I mean, he already was but now? Oh my god would he be paying any attention to anything? Nuh-uh. Because OH MY GOD YOU WERE THE CUTEST LITTLE THING EVAH AND HE JUST WANTED TO PROTECT YOU BECAUSE AHHHHHHH

Essentially, you were, like, his baby now. And when I say baby, I mean child baby. Get Ignis’ protective and Prompto’s excitement and keep his quiet self and there we go. That’s him in a nutshell.

If he was alone with you or far enough away from the others for him to do so, he would hold your little body to his cheek and he’d chuckles at the small movements you’d make to try and find freedom from this gentle giant.

But if he was on a chocobo, he’d be so happy just settling you on the bird’s head and the bird would be happy too (it loves you just as much as Noctis and enjoys stealing you from him). 

But in dungeons, his jacket pockets would be full of necessities and he’d have to ask you a very serious question ‘you’ll have to go in my waistband, alright?’.

And you’d be a very small red tomato. “Fine. Just don’t accidentaly put me in your underpants. I want my eyeballs to not need holy water thank you very much.”

And he’d have a mini heart attack when he realised that you slid down his cargo pants. But he’d soon find you in his chest pocket anyways. 

And when you returned to normal size, you head a swollen cheek bone from where you fell and he felt terrible. He gave it a very cute peck and, this time, he was the one who cuddled up to you. In apology. Not because he wanted to know what it was like. Just as an apology. He totally wants to know though

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anonymous asked:

right now i have a very simplistic style and they look very...flat. what methods have you used to reach the style you have today?

oh style is not the right word to use here… hmm… bc artist’s “style” is something that should be unique so i cant help you to teach you do my style, but i guess i can tell you what helped me to step a little farther from flat to… not so flat?

well first of all for past 3 years I was studding some animation principles such as rhythm, squash&stretch, overlaps, straight vs curve, etc(tbh i saw a lot of tutorials about this here on tumblr and even from few different artists so if you want to know about this more you can search for it and i think you will find it - no big deal)

second thing that helped me a lot is life sketches lessons - where you can sit and draw naked ppl who take different poses in different amount of time(i think you can find something like that in city where you live, and if not you can draw from youtube videos that made specially for this like this one )

life sketches helps me to analyze the volume of body, how does it fit in perspective, how body works and in the end i just start to remember how some of poses look like XD

(sketches help me to train myself but to be honest 70% of what i drew there are trashy and so bad haha)

also one thing that i want to say about style and being “unique” that I always steal something from others - from ppl, from movies or illustrations. I just try to notice what exactly I like in someone’s style and then try to do it too? like:

these are just details but than more of different details you will try to hit at once than more “unique” and NOT stolen it will look like(especially if you also will add something from your own heart of course), so noone will blame you that you are thief? I GUESS??? I HOPE??????

(idk it still looks flat and lame ups)

P.S. - if you are one of these artists that i definitely stole something from, i really hope you are not mad… and im sorry! i know you are watching me and i feel so bad tbh oh no <X’’’’’D aaaa….


so good luck you anon with YOUR artstyle and conquering the volume in your drawings!!!

BIG BIG thank you to the beautiful, wonderful, talented @remember-me-forever-silent-angel for making me this amazing edit<3

Welcome to Hannah’s Weekly Reading List! This is the longest list I’ve ever had the joy of creating and writing reviews for :) 25 amazing writers are on here - make sure to show each and every one of them some love!!! Writers, if you’ve written anything recently and don’t see your fic on the list, don’t worry! I haven’t forgotten about you or your fics!! These fics were posted over a week ago :) I will be trying to catch up when I make my list for next week xx

Without further ado, here’s what I’ve been reading this week:

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Boyfriend Haechan

A/N: requested by anon so hope you like it ! p.s i actually like doing this omg

  • okay this idiot is another bias wrecker of mine so im sorry if i faint halfway again
  • the amount of bias wrecker there are in nct is wow
  • so be prepared for lots of fluff and cuteness
  • you might want to leave if your heart is too weak
  • okay kidding dont leave

  • you guys would have probably started out hating each other and always pranking/teasing one another

  • but this love-hate relationship brought you guys closer
  • and guess what , feelings developed
  • his daily greeting would probably be pulling your hair while he laughs until his stomach hurts because your face is priceless when he catches you offguard
  • and you’d probably steal his lunch when he went to the toilet during break time
  • and he’d always give you the same glare
  • but despite both of you treating each other like that , none of you would stop because it has become a daily routine
  • how he confesses though
  • he’d probably get all cocky and sassy and act like he’s not shy when in fact he’s screaming and squealing internally
  • “ so i heard there’s this guy who likes you . i also heard he’s really handsome, nice , caring and all that ”
  • and you’d stare at him weirdly without saying anything else and he’d snap a little in his whiney voice
  • “ aren’t you curious who that guy is ? ”
  • “ uhh .. okay who is it ? ”
  • “ of course it’s me , who else is better than me out there ? ”
  • and you’d probably choke on your drink and cringe while you hit his shoulder
  • “ and im afraid to say i like this ’ handsome ’ guy too ”
  • now that you’re officially dating , everything is still the same , but only with a little more affection
  • the other members would probably respect you because you are able to put up with this dork
  • donghyuck would probably insult the other members when they got too close to you because he’s jealous
  • and it’s sassy haechan
  • “ jaemin ah you’re getting too close to her . save your big smile for jeno or chenle my smile is much more prettier than yours ”
  • in public both of you would act more like bestfriends , lots of laughing ,
  • his arms hanging around your shoulders
  • this ass wouldn’t express his love to you openly because he’s actually a shy ball
  • and his insults and teasing is a sign of affection
  • “ you’re so stupid i dont even know why i’m dating you ”
  • “ oh who was the one who confessed first ? ”
  • “ i forgot , probably you . see you’re so stupid you can’t even remember ”
  • and you’d act like you’re pissed
  • haechan probably wouldn’t care at first but when he saw that you weren’t talking to him he’d become a clingy little boy and show you his aegyo while backhugging you
  • and being the softhearted person you are you give in and smile like a fool because he’s too adorable
  • he’ll probably be the first to initiate skinship and as time goes by yall would get used to it
  • like he’d have his arms around your waist while yall are just talking casually
  • and you will have hand intertwined with his tightly and yall probably wouldn’t even notice
  • small and joking couple fights 24/7,
  • basically him being a small kid and you’re trying to act like the mum when in fact you’re as childish as he is
  • but when you get into a serious fight though , the atmosphere would turn really cold and his stubborn personality probably wouldn’t do anything
  • but after a few days of not talking he’ll realise his mistake and with the members’ persuasion , he’ll make the effort to visit you
  • serious donghyuck mode comes on and he apologises very sincerely ,
  • you just hug him on the spot because you missed him as much
  • dates would include playing video games together ,
  • trying to cook with him bossing you around
  • sharing embarrassing stories and moments about one another , laughing and teasing over all of them
  • and probably bringing mark down together
  • at times he’ll just be in a very cuddly mode and he’d force you to cuddle with him where both of you just lay in bed all day without letting go
  • he’ll give you random pecks on your forehead and act like nothing happened when you looked at him and smiled
  • his cheeks obviously not cooperating because there’s a shade of pink
  • at times when he’s feeling really good he’d compliment you
  • “ damn babe you look gorgeous today ”
  • “ that’s weird of you , but thanks , i know ”
  • “ haha only today though ”
  • and you’d smack him in the chest ,
  • he’d probably pull you into a hug and whisper very softly
  • “ just kidding you look great everyday ”
  • this got too long i hope yall are still alive because im not
  • i’ll stop here omg

Rascal Flatts   {Sentence Starters}

  • “Wow, your hair got so long.”
  • “Just tell ‘em we’re survivors.”
  • “Been waiting on a girl like you.”
  • “’Cause it’s yours if you want it.”
  • “There you go again, it never ends.”
  • “I love you, now, like I loved you, then.”
  • “Every kiss already feels like you own it.”
  • “I just feel it’s time… it’s time to move on.”
  • “I don’t want to spend another lonely night.”
  • “I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while.”
  • “There’s one more sip in this bottle of wine.”
  • “Call me crazy for missing you like this, but I do.”
  • “Baby, come back to me. I swear I’ll make it right.”
  • “I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you love me.”
  • “May not be what you want, but it’s what you need.”
  • “I can feel the change… the change you’ve made in me.”
  • “I know it ain’t much, but it comes alive with every touch.”
  • “Yeah, life throws you curves. But, you learned to swerve.”
  • “You talked me out of giving up on myself so many times…”
  • “I’ll try to be that kind of man… because you love me like I am.”
  • “You’ve got a place to lay your head on the other side of my empty bed.”
  • “I was born the day you kissed me. And I died inside the night you left me.”
  • “Some people say we’re too good to be true. But, they don’t get to be loved by you.”
  • “And every bit of love left in this beat up, banged up, scarred up heart, Baby, it’s yours if you want it.”
  • “Every dollar, every dime, every drop of rain, every single thing I could beg, steal, or borrow…”