i was actually just thinking about doing something like this so good timing ;)

This Is War [12]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1359

Warnings: It’s angsty again.. There’s crying.. I’m sorry..

A/N: The next part will be the last!! Thank you everybody who has stuck with me on this one for so long!! Your feedback has been incredible!! Thank you all so so much xo

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Midnight Luxe  {Part 5}

Originally posted by vkookie-trash

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fashion designer Jungkook AU,

Summary:  Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥


The feeling of his hands on you made your heart freeze. His touch sent electric shocks convulsing throughout your body until you felt as if you might explode.

 You hadn’t realised things had gotten this bad. You hadn’t realised that you already liked Jungkook far too much.

 And now you were almost certainly in far too deep to back out.

 The tape measure pressed again your waist almost painfully, the tight band constricted your breathing but you made no complaint. Carefully, Jungkook read each measurement he got from various parts of your body and scribbled them down on a lined page in a little red notebook.

 The way he furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated, so completely dedicated to getting the absolute perfect measurements from you, was addicting to look at. You didn’t need to worry about him catching you staring at him so awestruck, he was so intensely focused on what he was doing that you doubted he would look up even if a giant meteorite hit earth.

 You quickly realised you loved watching him whilst he worked. You loved to see how truly passionate he was about what he did, you loved the ways his eyes glowed with an adoration for his craft. When he was working, he seemed more alive than ever.

 You took a few deep breaths in an attempt to remain calm. If he caught on to the fact that you had even the slightest hint of feelings for him, well, you weren’t too sure exactly what would happen but you’d decided that it wasn’t something you wanted to find out. You couldn’t let feelings get in the way.

 “Okay, I’m almost done,” he said, finally loosening the tape measure from your waist after what felt like forever, You were sure it must have left a red mark from where it had been wrapped around you so tightly.

 Jungkook was wearing a pinstripe suit and on anyone else, you were sure you would have laughed at them for wearing such attire in a casual situation. But it was Jungkook. Everything he wore seemed unquestionably fitting and he pulled it all off with such elegance. He was breathtaking.

 “Great, what’s left for you to measure?” you asked.

 “Your bust.”

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“Like elder brother and younger brother”

(Shoma and Keiji’s interview in Quadruple 2017 Extra magazine. Thanks to @chestnutskating for the scans!)

Shoma Uno and Keiji Tanaka have been leading Japanese men’s figure skating since they were juniors, and they finished gold and silver at this season’s Japanese Nationals. Their joint interview became a reality after they finished their segments at Worlds. We got a sneak peak into the 19 and 23 year olds’ raw, true selves which we do not get to see most of the time.

– Well done at the World Championships. Were you in the same room this time?

K + S: Nope, we weren’t.

S: We haven’t roomed together much since we became seniors right?

K: Nope, not normally.

– You roomed together frequently when you were juniors.

S: Yep, that’s right.

K: We did room a lot when we were juniors.

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Catch Me

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A platonic relationship with Bucky may become something more.

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: fluff ‘n angst, blood, violence, death (the usual)

Tags: @minervaem @imaginingbucky @buchananbarnestrash @illuminationunknown @aweways @aboxinthestars @marvel-fanfiction @alwayshave-faith @kapolisradomthoughts @johnmurphys-sass @captnbarnesrogers @buckyywiththegoodhair @mellifluous-melodramas @hellomissmabel @alphaabucky @justanotherbuckydevotee @heartmade-writingbucky @hollycornish

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

“Catch me, Bucky!” you called, dropping from the rafters of the training room. “Bucky, Bucky, catch me!” You felt the air rush by your ears as you approached the ground, the edges of your vision blurring… and then your body collided with a strong pair of arms, breaking your fall. You glanced up into a pair of steely blue eyes that were attempting to hide amusement.

“(Y/n).” Bucky sighed as he gently placed you back on the ground. “You have got to stop doing that. I might not always be around to catch you.” You cocked your head to the side.

“You will always be around to catch me, I have no doubt in my mind.” You strode away from your best friend as he stared after you, a hint of a smile on his lips.

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BTS Reaction to their S/O wanting help with learning Korean

Seokjin 

“But you seem to be doing so well” He would argue. 

“So… You don’t want to help?” you would ask

“Nonononono I would I love to help. I just meant that I think that you are capable of doing it by yourself. But if you really want the help then I’m here for you. I’ll help” 

It would become a daily thing. The two of you would sit down at the dining table in evening after dinner and go through the text book. It had became Jin’s favourite thing. After a long day or practice he couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with you. His heart would flutter and would smile at how adorable you were whenever you made a small slip up in pronunciation. 

“Wahhhhhh, look at how good our Y/N has become. You’re better than me these days”

“Oh, shut up” you would giggle bashfully and gently shove his shoulder 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Yoongi 

“Yoongi, can you come here for a second please?” You call across the room. 

Like most of the time, he has his headphones on but removed them at the sound of you voice,

“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”

“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”

He walks over and sinks into the seat next to you.

“Okay, I need you to help check my pronunciation. But you cannot laugh at me. Please.” You glare.

“Okay okay, I won't” He chuckled and then waved a hand over him face and changed his expression to a very serious one. 

You weren’t terrible but some words were not as good as others. This became apparent in the change of Yoongi’s facial expression. The corners of his eyes would crease and his lips upturned. 

“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined

He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,

“I’m sorry but you’re just so fucking cute, it hurts” He would say ruffling your hair”

“…Can we make this a regular thing? I get to watch you be adorable and you get to improve your speaking skills. A win-win situation” He smiles 

“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Hobi

You were sat on the sofa with your two text books. Korean Language sat on your lap and Korean Grammar beside you. The sound of the apartment door opening tore you away from your studies. 

“Helloooooooo” Your boyfriend calls through to you. He soon walks through into the living area and finds you and your paperbacked friends. 

“Oooooh, is our Y/N hard at work?” he asks

“Very” you reply, looking back down at todays chapter.

Hobi slouches down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smile, brushing the hair away and kissing his forehead. 

“How was practice?” You ask

“Eh. Long and tiring. Like most of the time. But from of the looks of it you have been busy today as well. Can I have a look?” He asks whilst having a peep at your book. 

“Sure” You say passing the book onto him. The both of you sit there going through the work you had done for the day. He would nod in approval and point out parts that could be improved. 

“But please don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of yooouuuu~” He wraps him arms around you and pulls you so you’re laying on top of him. 

“This fuels your teaching ambition, doesn’t it?” you ask giggling. 

“I mean… Yeah, it does” He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Namjoon 

Your boyfriends strolls into the bedroom finding you sprawled out, face down across the bed along with texts books and pieces of paper. He shakes his head snickering. Today was one of those days where you lacked quite a bit of motivation, making it very hard to stick to your organised daily routine of learning Korean.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. Without lifting your head, you point to the surrounding papers. Curious, he sits down next to you, picking up a book. 

“Ahhhhh, do you want some help?” He asks, running fingers through your hair.

“Ugh, Joon, please don’t do that. It’s making me want to sleep even more than I already do” You groan. 

“Okay, Y/N, sit up. We are going to go through this” 

You groan but still comply. He makes you follow him through to to the dining room table. Namjoon went through the chapter with you for a good hour or so. 

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Better” you reply, “It feels easier when I have someone go through it with me.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you more often. Remember, I know what its like.” 

You nod, “Yeah please” 

He smiles, kissing your temple.

“But can we sleep now? I’m tired” 

He laughs and strokes the back of your head, 

“Sure baby, we can sleep”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

Jimin 

Whilst Jimin was a dance practice you took the time to practice your pronunciation. You were sat on the sofa with your headphones to listen to the audio. Although you should’ve been practicing and improving upon the words you knew, you thought why not learn something new. Just give it a go. 

It must have been just over an hour and you heard a loud thump in the hallway. You ripped your headphones off and froze in place. You picked up the pillow next to you which would certainly scare off any intruder  and walk towards the hall. 

But it wasn’t a robber or a ghost. It was your boyfriend on the floor holding his stomach in laughter. 

“PARK JIMIN! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?” You scream

“Oh my… babe… I can’t… LOOK. I’M CRYING. THERE ARE TEARS.” Were the few words he manages to say through laughing. 

Eventually, he calms down and explains. 

“I come in and I just hear you talking to yourself. But then I released it was Korean and. Oh my God, baby you’re so cute” He grins whilst squishing your cheeks. 

You pull his hands away, frowning. 

“Oh leave me alone. I know i’m bad. That’s why I’m practicing” 

“No, it’s so cute~. Listen, I can help if you want. Then you don’t have to talk to yourself” He sniggers.

“Really…?” You ask

“Of course!” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung

You and Taehyung were sat on opposite sides of the sofa. As always, Tae was in his own little world, bobbing his head and mumbling song lyrics to himself whilst scrolling through his phone. And you were frowning down at a certain example sentence in your textbook that you had been trying to get your head around and string together for the past fifteen minutes. You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back. 

This caught you boyfriends attention and he looked over at you. 

“Huh, What’s wrong darling?” 

“Whenever I think I’ve got this sentence, I tried to say it but… I just can’t get it out” You whine.

He scooted closer to you to have a look at the sentence. 

He cleared his through and repeated the sentence slowly. You watched the way the words easily rolled off his tongue and left his lips. You huffed to signify that it was still proving to be difficult. 

“Let me hear you say it” He said, passing the book back to you.

You did your best to say the sentence and looked back to Tae’s face afterwards to check for him opinion. He looked back at you with his huge boxy smile. He found your mispronunciation incredibly endearing. 

“…What?” You asked, self conscious.  

“You’re so adorable” he smiled adoringly at you. 

The comment made you flush “Tae, I need feedback. How can I get better?” 

“Ah yeah, right. Let me break it down for you” 

You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour 

“YES, Y/N! THAT’S IT!” He cheered holding his hand up in the air. You laughed and returned his high five. 

“Lets make this a regular thing” 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook 

“Kookie, remember you promised to help me with pronunciation tonight” you reminded your boyfriend after cleaning up the dishes from diner. 

“Oh yeah, you want to start now?” 

“Yeah, just give me a second” you said going to get your essentials. 

You both sat down on the living room floor with the book in between you. 

“Actually, Y/N. I have a better idea” Jungkook smirks. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“And what would would that be?” you asked.

“How about I test you? So you have to repeat the sentence in Korean but without looking at the book” 

“Wow, that is such a Jeon Jungkook thing to say. But okay.” 

The few sentences you said with ease which earned an approving look from your boyfriend. But then the next one somewhat stumped you but you where still quite sure of yourself. So you give it your best shot. 

But Jungkook found something about it absolutely hysterical and flopped onto the floor in a fit of giggles. You pouted and frowned. 

“Whats so funny?” you grumbled 

“That’s not how you say it, babe.” He laughed. 

“I’m sorry that i’m so bad at this. That’s why i asked you to help me.” 

“I know I know I know. I’m sorry. You’re so cute though” He kissed you forehead. 

“Okay, Lemme break this down.” He grinned.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(This is my first reaction so please go easy on me~ thank you~)

I could treat you better

(A/N): I love this request so fucking much

Request:  Hi, can I request one where the reader is dating tony and he treats her badly, then Bucky or Steve are like I can treat you much better than that ? ( btw you’re an amazing write and I love your work

Warnings: angst? swearing, drinking, abusive relationship

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


Originally posted by n-barnes

   Bucky had to watch helplessly as Tony involuntarily insulted (Y/N) again that night; ‘Oh, they’re just a little play thing,’ 'Sorry, I just think you’re so beautiful. I’d love to take you out to dinner after this,’ 'Yeah, I told (Y/N) to wear this other shirt, this one is just- ugh- lets talk about something else, ’ The entire fucking night Bucky watched as Tony treated (Y/N) like shit all throughout the dinner. He wouldn’t even acknowledge them when they gently tugged on his sleeve, asking in a meek voice when they were going to leave. Not to mention he kept flirting with every person who walked by, making (Y/N) feel even worse. He’d seen them go from happy and chirpy at the beginning of the dinner to where they were now, sniffling in the furthest corner of the booth. Bucky’s heart ached for them as he watched them paw at their nose “inconspicuously”.

    He could treat them so much better, he wouldn’t flirt everytime someone so much as breathed, he wouldn’t leave them waiting up for hours on end only to find out that he had been at another persons house, he wouldn’t berate them like Tony did, he wouldn’t hurt them they way Tony had. He’d treat them right, he’d love them and cherish them, he buy them flowers and hold their hand, kiss them whenever they wanted affection, he’d hold them close and tell them how much he loved them.

    Bucky grit his teeth as he glared at the food on his plate, some fancy shit he didn’t even like. 

   All the avengers were out for some celebration after having saved the world again. Bucky didnt want to be here, nor did (Y/N). He couldn’t help thinking that they should be at home together, eating some shitty icecream and watching those even shittier tv shows (Y/N) loved. Bucky smiled softly as he thought of the never to be memory, it was soft and warm, it reminded him of some place safe and warm. It was funny how something that was never even going to happen made him this fucking happy- 

    “(Y/N), stop being so fucking clingy!” Tony lashes out at them, glaring at them angrily. “Goddamit sometimes I fucking hate you,” Bucky didnt think he could possibly hate another person as much as he hated Tony in that moment. How dare he talk to (Y/N) like that? The fucking bastard, he ought to rip him to pieces-

    “But Tony-” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as did their lip as they willed them self not to cry. 

   "I swear to god I’m going to smack you so hard-“ That was the last straw for Bucky, he refused to sit by and listen to Tony treat (Y/N) this way any longer. Bucky nearly flipped the table over as he stood up, glaring at Tony so intensely he could feel his head beginning to ache. 

   "Don’t you ever fucking talk about (Y/N) like that again you dick," 

   "I’ll do whatever the hell I want to them Barnes, you don’t own them," 

   "Neither do you,” Tony chuckles dryly as he shakes his head, taking a soft sip from his liquor. 

   "I think they do actually, they’re my property and I’ll do whatever I damn well please to them. If I want to call them a bitch I will, if I want to rough them up a bit I will, I’ll beat the living shit out of them if-“ Bucky grabbed Tony by the collar, hoisting him up off the ground as he shoved him into the nearest wall. 

   "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence,” Bucky growls, hoisting Tony up a bit higher. “See what happens you piece of shit,”

    “Bucky, please don’t,” (Y/N)’s voice is on the verge of hysteria at this point, high and pleading with the soldier. “Just drop it, it’s not worth it,” Bucky ignores them for now, too focused on the way Tony was attempting to squirm out of his grip. “Bucky!” (Y/N) gripped his arm, squeezing it just enough to get his attention. “Please, let him go,” Bucky’s expression softens only a bit as he looks at (Y/N), his eyes now wide with sadness and confusion. 

   "But doll-“ 

   "Please,” (Y/N) pleads. 

   "Can you- can you take me home? Please?“ Bucky nods immediately, dropping Tony to the floor not so softly; if that fall didn’t break his ass Bucky would be surprised.

    "You fuckin’ asshole,” Bucky spits at him as (Y/N) drags him away, pulling him out if the restaurant and out onto the street. 

   "I’m so sorry about that doll, oh my god, you deserve so much better than that,“

    "All I was trying to tell him was that I didn’t feel good,” (Y/N) whispers to the ground, folding their arms over their stomach. “I thought I was going to throw up and I wanted to ask him how much longer he’d be there,” (Y/N) sniffles softly, finally allowing their tears to fall. Bucky bit his lip as his heart ached for (Y/N). They didn’t fucking feel good and then Tony had to go and act like that? They just wanted to go home for fucks sake, was that so hard for Tony to understand? 

   "Here,“ Bucky pulls (Y/N) close to him, wrapping a protective arm around their shoulders. "Lets take a cab, it’s faster,” (Y/N) nods, unconsciously leaning against Bucky for support. 

   Immediately Bucky flagged a taxi down and opened the door for (Y/N), letting them climb in before him. They immediately curl up beside the door, their head resting against the cold metal. Bucky climbed in afterwards, gave the driver the directions and money and then settled back into his seat.

    “You okay doll?” Bucky asks as he reaches out, brushing his metal hand against (Y/N)’s forehead.

    “No,” (Y/N) whimpers pathetically. “I’m gonna throw up,”

    “Not in my car yer not!” The cab driver spoke up, glaring at (Y/N) from the front seat. (Y/N) whimpers sadly, Bucking up against Bucky’s hand unconsciously. 

   "Fuck, you’re burnin’ up doll,“ Bucky bites his lips in worry, his gaze traveling over (Y/N)’s now pale face. 

   "If you puke in 'ere it’s ten extra dollas!" 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Bucky didnt mean to sound curt but (Y/N) wasn’t looking all too good at the moment and that’s all he cared about. Luckily for them they made it back to the tower before (Y/N) hurled their dinner.

    “C'mon doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides (Y/N) to their bathroom, letting them lean on him for support. He only manages to get them on the floor and pull their hair back before they’re puking.

    Bucky felt horrible as he ran a hand up and down (Y/N)’s quivering back. They were upchucking so violently he was worried about the sake of their intestines and ribs. Thankfully before any real damage was done (Y/N) stopped, having thrown up everything that was in their stomach. They dry heaved for a moment before collapsing back against Bucky.

    “I-I’m sorry Buck-”

    “Shh, it’s okay,” Bucky soothes. “I don’t mind,” He reaches up to brush some sweaty hair away from (Y/N)’s face, biting his lip as (Y/N) panted. “Can I do anything for you?" 

   "I’d really like some water…and something comfortable to wear…”

    “I’ll be right back,” Bucky smiles at them gently as he slips away, grabbing them their desired water and comfy clothes. “Here doll,” Bucky crouched down beside them as they tried to get up to get undressed. “I’ll help ya,” Bucky sets his materials aside, instead focusing on working (Y/N)’s shirt on their body. “I personally think this shirt looks amazing on you,” Bucky whispers as he lets the material slide off their shoulders, hitting the ground gently. 

   "No one else did…“ 

   "Well fuck everyone else then,” Bucky grumbles as he works (Y/N)’s pants off their legs.

    “I’m only trying to fuck you Barnes,” (Y/N) smirks as though drunk and perhaps they were, sick and drunk didn’t abide well together. Bucky smiles as he slides their pants off, then picking up the shirt and shorts he had gotten them to wear. 

   "Maybe after you start to feel better, yeah?“ Bucky slides the shirt on, the shorts following afterwards. 

   "Yeah, I like that," 

  "On one condition,” Bucky raises a finger, looking at (Y/N) sternly. “You have to dump Tony, he’s a great guy but he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You deserve better-”

    “Bucky-" 

   "Please believe me (Y/N),” Bucky whispers helplessly. “Most guys would never treat you like that," 

   "how would you treat me?” (Y/N) bites their lip, looking up at Bucky with some kind of hopefulness to their eyes. 

   "Well first I’d kiss you all the time, treat you well, cherish you,“ Bucky Leans down, kissing his way up from (Y/N)’s calf to her thigh. "I’d tell you how much I love you, I’d take you out on dates, if buy your presents, I sure as hell wouldn’t flirt with waiters with you right there-I wouldn’t even flirt at all. Then every morning I’d wake up and make you breakfast so you could have breakfast in bed, I’d run you nice, warm, long baths-” (Y/N) seemingly moans, a rather hoarse sound considering how hard they just puked. 

   "God, that sounds amazing,“ 

   "It does, doesn’t it?” Bucky smiles, recollecting his earlier thoughts about eating shitty icecream and watching even shittier tv shows. That could be him every night if (Y/N) want through with this, twenty four seven he’d have somebody to hold and love and cherish.

    “So that’s the deal? I fuck you, I break up With tony and instead date you? No catches or anything,”

    “No,” Bucky smiles as he runs his fingers along (Y/N)’s sweaty cheekbones. “Except having to put up with my shit constantly," 

   "well in that case,” (Y/N) smiles up at him gently, just barely showing off their teeth and Bucky thought it was the cutest little smile he’d ever seen. “Deal.”

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.

anonymous asked:

what do you think dan likes about phil and vice versa?

well apart from the more superficially shared interests in films and games and some music and internet humor and whatnot, i think dan probably admires phil’s unfailing kindness and compassion and his ability to envision something and then actually follow through on executing it time and time again and, relatedly, his work ethic and dedication and also, obviously, his creativity and ingenuity and the depth and complexity of his thought. i think phil admires the pride that dan takes in his work and his sensitivity and the way that he emotes loudly and unabashedly about basically everything and the apparent courage with which he seems to make himself vulnerable and his desire to do good and the way he gets so passionate about the things that he cares about and his general intelligence and wit. they both got so absurdly lucky i think, in finding each other on the basis of the compatibility of their more superficial qualities and their physical attraction to each other, only to grow together and realize that they share basically every value and goal and that these more ambiguous yet fundamental aspects of each others’ personalities are just as perfectly suited for each other as the more surface level stuff :) 

Bad Moon Rising (Part 2)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, bit of angst

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…


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In Service of the King

Me and @xnoctits​ used to joke about Noct being a pillow princess but then she had to go and catch feelings for him which in turn lead us to giving him better sex headcanons. I for one will always remember Pillow Princess Noct. Gone But Not Forgotten. RIP. January 2017 – March 2017 (Or whenever this woman caught them feels officially lmao).

Anyway, NSFW headcanons coming in for the sleepy prince.

As as per requested, Gladio’s will be posted sometime later tonight!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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Sherlock and You having a baby together would involve...

Originally posted by the-cutest-shoes

  • Sherlock deciphering that you were pregnant before you did. 
  • You luckily didn’t have to worry about who the father was if you haven’t already gotten the hint already. 
  • You hadn’t planned to get pregnant, it just kinda happened but you and Sherlock decided to roll with it. 
  • When you told everyone you were expecting, everyone thought you were joking. 
  • They thought you were simply tugging their leg, and chose not to believe you. 
  • When they eventually each realized you were being totally serious, everyone was happy for you. 
  • Mrs. Hudson was probably the most excited. 
  • John was the most shocked. 
  • Greg set his cup of coffee down on his deck once he caught on and muttered oh god. 
  • The day of the appointment you would have the gender revealed was interesting. 
  • Sherlock wanted to be able to deduce the sex of his own child but expressed to you that he would be happy regardless. 
  • When the doctor said you would be having a girl, you gasped and Sherlock tried to say he knew it all along. 
  • You were both equally over the moon over the news. 
  •  You set up a tiny and beautiful nursery for the baby at 221 Baker Street. 
  • You were not going to discuss terms of the name as Sherlock tried to convince you that his name was a girl’s name or these big names that were unfit for a small baby. 
  • You had some names in mind and whenever you would open your mouth you were quickly shut down, like on everything else. 
  • When you finally had enough, you calmed yourself down before you suggested the name Evangeline. 
  • Sherlock looked amused by the name so the name stuck. 
  • Your daughter’s name would be Evangeline Christine Holmes. 
  • The day Evangeline decided to make her appearance was adventure in itself. 
  • Something so simple was so incredibly difficult. 
  • When your water broke, Sherlock was all the way across London on an ongoing crime scene. 

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tygermama  asked:

Are there any fic out there where Baze Malbus is basically the Wolverine of the Star Wars universe and everywhere he goes, he ends up with a new young lady to teach the art of being grumpy and kicking ass too? Cause I think there should be

Oh god so I may… have started writing a thing?


Baze wakes up, which is the first surprise. The second comes at the feel of desert under him, similar but wholly different to the sands of Scarif. For an overwhelming second he thinks he’s back on Jedha, but he knows Jedha’s land in the very core of him, and this isn’t it. This is something very different.

It takes him the whole of the suns trek across the sky to learn just how much.

Niima Outpost is small, ragged, and untrusting. But it does have water. Foul, sour water, but water nonetheless. Baze has had worse. It also has information, which Base finds infinitely harder to stomach.

It takes him a while to understand what the wrinkled stall-holder is telling him—he’s somehow skipped not only years but an epoch—but in the end it’s clear. Or as clear as it can be. Because while almost three decades seem to have passed, they’ve also passed him by. The face looking back from the burnished metal plate behind the stall-holder is no older than the one that fled Jedha’s destruction. His knees certainly don’t feel the weight of his lost time.

That first night is spent mostly sleepless, his back to a wall and head spinning with his circumstance. His hands feel too empty in his lap, missing the reassuring weight of his repeater canon like a lost limb. He can’t help but curse whatever power—the Force, his head whispers traitorously even as he growls it into silence—transported him here for not bringing his firepower with him. It would have made earning passage off Jakku easier.

Which is what he must do. Because if he’s here, the burning sands of Scarif already fading into memory, he must believe that somewhere out in this future galaxy, Chirrut is as well. And if nothing else in this new time is familiar, the need to find his way back to his husband very much is.

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He wakes to find a dusty, waif of a girl trying to pick his pockets. This goes about as well as expected. Even as he grabs her Baze feels a sharp pang of nostalgia for the streets of Jedha where the urchins knew well enough to avoid him, even if the worst they ever faced was a hot meal and Chirrut’s calm education on the difference between assassins and tourists. Not that he is much of either right now, out of time as he is.

The girl twists and hisses in his grip like a feral tooka and Baze has to work at making sure he doesn’t accidentally snap her toothpick of a wrist as he rises to his feet.

“Stop that,” he says mildly, not very surprised when that just gets him a feral growl and renewed thrashing. Baze rolls his eyes and lifts the girl into the air until she tires herself out. It doesn’t take long. The rags she’s wearing do nothing to hide the lack of meat on her bones.

“Are you finished?” he says after she goes limp, hanging like a particularly angular vine in his grip.

A second, and then finally a nod.

Baze lowers the creature to the ground and is unsurprised when she takes the opportunity to scarper. The kick to the groin however…

Baze groans as he slowly unfolds himself. The girl has disappeared into the growing rush of the early-morning market. Baze would curse her if he weren’t so very mildly impressed.

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me @ 3am: i’m gonna get some sleep :)

also me @ 3am: it was the summer of 2001, and Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music.” then Patrick’s like “yo I know more about music!” “that’s impossible. so you wanna start a band?” and Patrick’s like, “yeah that’s cool.” and then, he’s like “yo this is a book store not a music store.” and then they met at Patrick’s house. so Patrick’s wearing shorts, socks, and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin’ reason and then Pete’s there for some reason. and they start playing music together and they’re like “oh, let’s play some covers from some other bands.” it was like Green Day, and fuckin’ Misfits, and fuckin’ Ramones. Pete said to Joe, “yo, that’s dope, but we need a fuckin’ drummer.” because Patrick’s playing drums and he’s a singer. Patrick’s like “yo, I got a soul voice,” and they’re like “wait how do you have a soul voice?” and he’s like “yo, watch this: YEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaAAaahhh!” and they’re like, “oh my god, that sounds like soul!” so they put it in a song, and it was like, “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIiiiiiIIIIIIIIIiiiIIIIIIIGHT?!” and they’re like “yo that’s fuckin perfect, this is Fall Out Boy.” and they made records like Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it. “it’s called Evening Out With Your Girlfriend.” with your ex-girlfriend. it’s called evening out with your Ex-girlfriend. it’s called eating out your girlfriend, and it’s real and it doesn’t matter. and Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he’s like “you what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. yo, this is gonna be fuckin’ doooooooooope!” so they made a record and it was called Take this to Your Grave. they made it without a drummer, and they had like 3—4 drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Pert, the dude from Toto, the fourth one was like the guy from Papa Roach or something, and they’re like “you, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This to Your Grave. Fuckin’ record it.” and he did, and he killed it, and he was like “bigidalililililillillilila, PSHHH!” killin’ the skin, tapping the skins, tapping the rim, playin’ the shit, killing these bitches, rapping it out. you’re getting a fucking tattoo right now?! what the fuck is going on?! We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, ‘cause thee guys know what the fuck is going on. and they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin’ hard, we will sign you guys.” and Pete was like “yo, we got this record that’s fuckin’ dooooooope, dude, it’s called Take This to Your Grave, it’s called From Under the Cork Tree it’s gonna be fucking huge.” and then Patrick’s like “I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic, these are three songs that are gonna make the album and it’s called-BURP-Thnks Fr th Mmrs, 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, and Sugar, Were Goin’ Down. and they made this record that was fuckin’ dope, and it fucking hit on the charts like one two three, three two one, three four five six seven eight nine ten. ten to one. From Under the Cork Tree sold like four million records. ten million records. fifteen million records. and Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. and Patrick was like “that’s gooooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOd.” Pete was like, “yo, fuck you I can do whatever I want.” and Joe was like, “yeah it’s cool man whatever I don’t give a shit.” and then Andy was like “eh, cool.” and Pete was like “Make up is fuckin’ great for a guy. because it makes a guy look beautiful, which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. and I wanna change that. I wanna make sure everyone thinks that guys are beautiful.” I’m good so far yeah. yeah I do. SHUT THE FUCK. oh fuck, alright alright. Pete was like “oh my god, I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic.” and then I saw the dick pic and was like “ah it’s not bad.” it’s not a bad dick. let’s be real. we made Rollins Stones one issue before Fall Out Boy. and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed they were like “yo, fuck you guys!” they’re like “yo! Panic! has the fuckin’ cover for Rolling Stones, yo, fuck these dudes, we’re gonna fucking go miles above. we’re gonna hit every fuckin’ continent there is known to man.” but they didn’t because they missed a second of time. apparently they were like “oh shit, we got every continent.” and they didn’t actually hit it. dude, and Pete was like, “WHAT THE FUCK?! ‘oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent’ it’s like FUCK YOU!” so From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin’ have three-four years of awesomeness. like, people are coming in themselves 'cause it’s so big. Alright so Fall Out Boy was like– so Patrick’s like “yo, we are going to name these records from under the Cork tree and from Innity– from infinity on high.” Pete was like “yo folie à deux means the theatric of two.” “The madness of two.” oh sorry I’m sorry. follow boy was like “yo we got to take a break.” Meaning Pete was like “yo we got to take a break bro.” and Patrick’s like “I need time for my music. UHUhUhUHuhUUUh.” and joes like “yo I need time to find the fucking art dude I got to find some fucking me– metal” and andys like “i’m just gonna play with some fucking metal bands.” and they’re like “all right this breaks been like three years long two years long three years long 3 ½? we gotta fucking come back man we gotta come back strong.” you took my beer away what the fuck? “no you poured it all over yourself.” “yeah you poured it on yourself man here.” “we got to make this shit legit it’s gonna be fucking dope it’s going to go fucking sky high. we’re going to make a fucking record that sails the skies. we’re going to call this record save rock 'n’ roll.” so they made alone together light 'em up alone together Phoenix. and everybody’s like “what the fuck? you’re working with this guy who fuckin’ recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk.” is this pu– what the fuck is this on my shirt, did I puke on myself? oh god. Pete was like “yo were gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and twenty pilots. and that’s all and that’s all that matters. and that’s just how the fuckin’ story goes

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.

@x-my-mind-is-a-warrior-x

Set the night after Sana overhears the Balloon Squad talking.
I’m not sure how good or bad this is but i still wanted to post it.

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Sana struggles to keep her eyes open. It’s almost 2 am and she is still awake. Very unlike her. Especially after a day like this. Overhearing that the guy you thought might actually have feelings for you is together with one of your best friends is hard. But to Sana it’s not only about hearing that Yousef is together with Noora. She saw them together before but after Yousef insisted on playing Basketball with her the previous day, the small flicker of hope that he did actually like her the way she likes him, that she tried to bury deep down, resurfaced and grew. She wished she hadn’t played basketball with him on Saturday. Hearing her brother’s friends talk about Yousef with Noora would have hurt less.

But it’s Ramadan. Sana loves Ramadan because not only does it clear your body but also your mind. It is the month she tries to be the best version of herself and today she decided that she shouldn’t concentrate on the bad things in her life right now but on the good things. She should be thankful for what she has and that she is healthy. Not on what she doesn’t have.

Still, that is easier said than done.

Her family likes to eat together for Sahur. At this very moment her parents are in the kitchen to prepare something to eat. That is the main reason why she’s still awake. Once Sana falls asleep it’s hard for her to wake up again. Especially if she only gets to sleep for a short period of time. The same goes for Elias. While the Bakkoush siblings stay up until Sahur, their parents go to sleep and wake up to eat a few hours later.

While Sana sits on the one end of her bed, her older brother sits on the other end. They sit in silence, both occupied with whatever they do on their laptops. Sana looks up from the laptop, where she has been scrolling through Facebook for the past twenty minutes, and finds herself looking through her room as if she is searching for something while not knowing what exactly that is. Finally, her gaze ends up on her older brother.

After Iftar Elias was complaining that his room always gets really hot and that it’s very uncomfortable at night. Well, Sana’s room gets hot in the morning but the rest of the day it’s nice and cool. So when Elias and Sana were cleaning the table, she suggested that he could come to her room until he goes to bed. To say he was surprised would be huge understatement.

“Are you sure?”, he had asked her warily but as soon as Sana nodded a grin broke out on his face. Sana knows that he didn’t expect it because neither did she. She is still mad at him. Not only because of the fight he got into but because he has been acting unlike him lately and whenever there would be a chance for him to tell her what’s going on, he didn’t. Sana knows it’s hypocritical of her to think that, she doesn’t open up to anyone very easily but she only wants the best for brother. And Sana also knows that Elias only wants the best for her too. Ramadan is about forgiving and finding inner peace and Elias is one of the very few people she can fully trust so she tries to let go of her anger as best as she can.

Elias can feel Sana’s eyes on him and looks up from his laptop. Their eyes meet and Elias smiles at his sister. She doesn’t respond with the same wide grin, but Elias can see the smallest smile. He hates to see her like this. The last few weeks he barely has seen her smile, she build up her facade again that had started to crumble down.

“Strawberry?”, Sana asks Elias and takes the bowl from her bedside table to give to Elias. He accepts it instantly and appreciates that he’s not getting the silent treatment anymore. He’d rather have Sana shout at him, get all her anger and frustration out instead of her bottling everything up. It’s not healthy and she’s going to explode soon. But he’s one to speak. Elias knows that he’s exactly like her sister.
Sana is sitting with her legs crossed under her right across from Elias. Elias is sitting the same way and both balance their laptops on their legs. He notices his sister looking around her room aimlessly. That means she’s really tired. That adds to Elias’ dilemma if he should tell his little sister what he discovered today. It’s her right to know.

He decides to test the waters, to see if she’s even willing to talk to him:“Are you very tired?”

Sana looks at him again and nods shortly. That is a reaction and more than he got from her the last days. So he talks more. “Won’t you be too tired at school tomorrow? Maybe you should’ve slept for a bit. We would’ve woken you up.”

Sana shakes her head and rubs her eyes right after. “I have the first two lessons off tomorrow. I’ll be fine.”

Now Elias nods. Elias knows he should tell her. He knows she deserves to know and he knows that she’ll find out anyway and he’d rather be with her when she does. With that he decides to just straight out tell his sister what the boys have told him today. Elias puts his laptop down in front of him and sits up straight. The sudden change in his posture attracts Sana’s attention to him. She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows, a little confused.

“Sana, I need to tell you something.”, Elias says. Sana just looks at him but doesn’t say or do anything, which is why Elias decides to talk further. “The boys were here today. All except for .. Yousef.” He is not sure how she’ll react to that name. After seeing them playing basketball together on Saturday Elias assumed she’s have that bashful smile on her face by now. The one that is reserved for Yousef only. Which would make this whole thing worse. But Sana doesn’t smile. Her only reaction is a curt nod.

“Well,… Adam told me that Yousef was with that friend of yours… Noora.”, Elias says and, again, expects some kind of big reaction. Even if Sana hadn’t told Elias, or implied it, he would’ve figured it out. In fact, he knew before she said anything to him about it. Elias knows Sana very well, it wasn’t hard to see. Elias thought he knew Yousef very well, too. But apparently he doesn’t.

Now that he’s thinking about it again, he feels himself grow more agitated but tries to stay calm. For his sister’s sake.
“Apparently.. they have a thing now.“ Elias can’t help but to show his own feelings towards this situation. Elias saw how Yousef looked at Sana every time the two of them were in the same room. Elias noticed that Yousef was the only friend of his that frequently asked about Sana when she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. In contrast to all the other people that showed interest in Sana, Yousef tried to be inconspicuous but Elias noticed. That’s why it’s so hard for him to grasp why the hell Yousef wouldn’t act on his feelings towards Sana and instead go be with Sana’s friend.

Sana doesn’t say anything for a while. She just stares into nothing. Shouldn’t he have told her? Did he do the wrong thing? He just didn’t want Sana to get hurt. She’s his baby sister after all.

"Sana?”, Elias asks. “I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t know, I promise.”

Sana who kept staring at her hands for the most part of Elias’ monologue looked at her brother again and nodded weakly. “I know. It’s okay.”

“You know how? And no, it’s not okay!”, Elias finds himself saying without thinking. Sana’s eyes seem empty and even though she tries to hide it, Elias can see how sad she is. Did Sana know all along? Was she acting the way she is because of this?

Sana laughs humourlessly and raises her eyebrows as if she wants to say ‘Really?!’

“I’ve seen them before. And I overheard you talk with your friends today.”, Sana confesses but Elias can’t wrap his head around the fact she knew but he didn’t. Yousef is supposed to be his best friend. Elias should’ve known and not giving Sana the wrong advice. Sana’s look changes from sad to something else Elias can’t figure out completely. He just knows she’s not happy. Sana continues talking as if someone turned a switch.
“I get it. Your friends are right.”, Sana begins and Elias can’t do anything other than to listen. He doesn’t know how to help his sister who obviously feels like shit. “Noora is beautiful, and smart, and 'wife material’. I get why Yousef would choose her.” While Sana says all that, she has a sad smile on her face, which is worse than seeing her frown. Elias instantly stands up and goes to sit next to his sister. She looks at him and just shakes her head. He knows what she means. Please don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it right now.
Fine, he won’t ask. But he won’t let this conversation end like this. He wraps an arm around Sana’s shoulder and pulls her a little to himself. She doesn’t resists but doesn’t look at him either.

“Fine, we don’t have to talk about this now.”, Elias says and hears Sana exhale as if she was holding her breath before. “But Sana, listen to me.”

At this Sana turns to her brother. She presses her lips together and shuts her eyes for a second until Elias keeps on talking.
“Don’t you dare think that one guy’s or any guy’s opinion about you or choice regarding you defines you. That’s not true at all. Anyone stupid enough to let you go doesn’t deserve you anyway.” He means all of it. But that doesn’t mean that Elias won’t need to have a talk with Yousef.

“Thank you.”, Sana whispers and Elias just nods and gives her a side hug. Sana knows that Elias could’ve just kept it to himself but he didn’t and she appreciates that more than anything right now.

Elias decides to say one last thing about this matter:“ I hate saying this but there are quite a few guys that wouldn’t pass up on just getting to talk to you. Not that you need a guy anyway.”

Sana snorts and looks at Elias again. She looks at Elias sceptically as if to say she doesn’t believe him. And even though Elias doesn’t necessarily like the idea of anyone hitting on his sister, because she is after all his baby sister, he definitely knows of some guys that show quite the interest to Sana.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not saying more. It just slipped out of my mouth.”, Elias says and can’t hide his smile because Sana has a small, very interested smile playing on her lips and if his slip up helps her forget her sorrows for a second, it’s worth it.

“You can’t just say that and not tell me who you’re talking about.”, Sana says and now turns to her brother completely.

Elias just shrugs. “I’m not saying more. They have to come up to you themselves.” But not if they’re planning on breaking your heart, he adds in his mind. “Plus, you’re still my baby sister. Don’t forget that.” But he is just teasing her. Elias noticed that she is a little more relaxed than before and tries to use that to make her feel a little better.

“You’re not much older than me.”, Sana says rolling her eyes.

“It’s still not a conversation to have now.”, Elias says and imitates Sana’s annoyed look, which makes her laugh.

“Sana! Elias! Come eat something!”, they hear their mom shout and they both stand up from their seats on the bed. Elias grabs the now empty bowl and waits for Sana at the door. She rubs her eyes once again and before she leaves the room Sana gives her older brother a quick hug. She really is glad to have him. No matter how much they might fight sometimes, he is the only one she can count on every time.

anonymous asked:

(new fan here) do Bastille have any love songs? I've noticed most songs on the first album are more about like, dark themes and on WW they're about the media and stuff. I'm not complaining, I actually find it refreshing to know a band is writing songs about something other than what has become the main theme in the music industry, I just wanted to know. (if there are any, which ones?)

Bastille are definitely not big on the love songs. Dan always mentions how he finds it more interesting to write about the themes and things he finds interesting and how he is impacted by the movies and books he reads as well as the world around us. I am also a big fan of this, because it’s just very interesting to hear things in different perspectives and have a change of mind. But I do think you might be missing that the songs have several different themes in them and they can include love. It can be hard to tell since we’re so used to seeing love as the main and only theme, but Dan is a very creative and original songwriter who is capable in working more than one theme into a song. I feel like that’s part of what makes Bastille so good. The songs make you think and connect deeper than other songs, because they touch on so many things that several people feel. 

That being said the songs I would consider as love songs are:

  • Durban Skies from All This Bad Blood - It’s a song in the perspective of Dan hearing about the story of how his parents fell in love and got married. I think that’s really cute and sweet. 
  • Torn Apart from their mixtape VS. (OPH3) - It’s a sad love song about being torn from the person you love and the stripped back version is stunningly beautiful. You can find it here (x)
  • The Anchor from Wild World - It’s about the one person who grounds you in a world you feel like you can’t get a grip on. I know that the feelings described in this song doesn’t necessarily have to be about s/o and can be about a family member, friend, etc. I don’t see that as meaning it’s not love. I’m sure whoever you feel is your “anchor” you love in some way. Anyone who is able to do that feels like a comfort and safety and that to me is love. 
  • Warmth from Wild World - “It’s about how the world is pretty fucked up in general, but how people and relationships are great and can kind of be like the solace in that.” This a quote from Dan on what the album was about, and so it’s no surprise why this song is the crux of the album. I feel it truly covers exactly what he said, and that when he’s talking about people and relationships he’s again referring to someone that you trust and makes you feel warm and happy inside, even when the world around you is terrible. I think that’s my favorite form of love. 
  • Glory from Wild World - This song is so beautiful for so many reasons. It’s again one of those songs that has more than one theme. One of those themes is definitely love to me, because a lot of times we can feel hopeless “way down here upon the ground”, especially when you’re “looking up for heaven” just waiting for something to happen or for things to be okay but with no sign from anyone that it will. That’s when you need your best friend, family member, or significant other to be there to reassure you and “put your hand” in theirs and let you know things will be okay, because heaven sure as hell ain’t talk right now.
  • Fake It from Wild World - To me this song is another sad love song, because it sounds like it’s about a deteriorating relationship. However, there are so many sentiments of still being in love with the person despite the mistakes and problems that may have happened. My favourite sentiment would be “I wanna waste all my time with you,” because I see time as something so precious so if I’m willing and to devote it on someone they must be pretty special. 

I feel like that covers all of Bastille’s official songs, but I think it’s worth noting that Bastille also makes fantastic covers of love songs, and like real love songs that are just about love. Although they are usualy mashed up with a few other songs so the meaning changes a little I guess, but the primary sentiment is still there for sure. I think the most sterotypical romantic love song cover they did is “I Don’t Want a Miss Thing” which you can listen to here (x). There’s also this mashup of “Locked Out of Heaven” and “Angels” and a few others, which you can listen to here (x).  Thanks so much for your question, it was a lot of fun to answer. Welcome to the fandom and please let us know if you have anymore questions! I really hoped this helped. Okay I’m done rambling now.

- C - 

anonymous asked:

What if trini could longboard and everybody finds out and they expect her to be all hardcore about it but then she shows them her skills and she's really smooth and elegant (see hyo_joo on Instagram for reference) and everybody is SHOOK

Not gonna lie to you but I actually had a skater!Trini on my list of ideas and I got so excited when I got this ask because it finally gave me motivation to write. Also, your prompt is so much better than my original idea! Thanks for sending this! Last thing, I love Hyo Joo so much, I’ve been following her for a long time!

Summary: Basically Trini is smooth af on the longboard

Rating: G

Tags: Nothing really, bunch of fluff. 

Visual reference: Hyo Joo (she’s so amazing)

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“Miss Gomez, no skateboarding at the halls!” A booming sound from a teacher made its way through the halls and all eyes were suddenly on the small girl with two Krispy Kreme coffees on her hand and a small bag of donuts hanging by her mouth, the bag being bitten by her teeth. Trini puts a foot down on the ground, slowly stopping her accelerated motion.

“Sorry, won’t happen again” Trini says in a small voice, balanced the two coffees in her arm then picks up her longboard in between her body and arm to grab the other coffee.

The coffee was quickly snatched out of her hand by girlfriend who bites her lip.

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Negan imagines - The Blame Part 13

Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts

AN: I know it’s been a while but here I am and here are the final couple chapters to ‘The Blame’ This isn’t great as I couldn’t do much with the episode but yeah. 

Catch up here: (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)(Part 11)(Part 12)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Sasha and Rosita make their way to kill Negan, only to find you. 

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,538

Warnings: Some strong language,

You tucked on the flannel shirt over your tight black dress. You knew Negan hated you covering yourself up but you just couldn’t stand being stared at like a piece of meat all morning. 

You walked outside to where they kept the trucks to find Negan. 

He was stood with a few of his men, discussing business before they dispersed to their trucks. 

“Where you sending them?” You asked Negan as you approached him. 

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Based on that one richjake post i made a while back. I seriously meant this to be purely fluff and like it’s not super angsty but there’s a quick mention of some internalized biphobia (technically it’s coming from the deactivated squip) and then there’s also mentions of some pretty intense stress coming from Jake about his busy schedule + parents. 

They’ve got each others back though don’t worry.


It takes a ridiculously long time for Rich to pick up on it. Sometimes when they’re hanging out Jake will just sit down. Rich doesn’t like to sit down, he’s already short as hell and not to mention that it’s only when Jake sits down Rich actually looks taller than him. So Jake sits down, on benches, on the bed when they’re hanging out in either one of their bedrooms, in some rare cases he’ll sit down on fences if they’re comfortable enough. Rich doesn’t get it. Jake is an active guy, he likes walking around, likes to be constantly in motion. Even when he’s standing still he’s shifting his weight from one foot to another.

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