finally my country did something right did yall see that BTS interview where they called our Kim leader “Mr. Monster” you guys dont know what that did for me it saved my life i literally laughed so hard i almost peed myself while i was at work
sighed, and looked out the window. Another relationship ruined. All because of
three stupid things. Me, myself and I. For some reason, everytime the subject
came up, I always found a way out of the awkward subject. And what kind of subject
is that you may ask.
A 21 year old who is still a virgin. How
often do you hear about them? Apparently none of my previous boyfriends had,
and when I told them that I wanted to wait for the right time, they either said
it was stupid, or that they didn’t want to wait for me to become ready.
And I just made that mistake again, to date an
asshole, who only saw me as something to fuck and not love. And it wasn’t even
like I was begging or expecting for him to love me all day everyday, but a girl
needs someone to hold her and make her feel loved once in a while. And
apparently none of the boyfriends that I have, had done that.
Right now there were only one guy still in my life.
Johnny. My childhood best friend. The only person who could make laugh so hard I
almost peed myself, and make me so mad I wanted to knock him out at the same
time. And no, it wasn’t like I loved him, or even liked him like ‘that’, we
were just really close. So close, that sometimes people mistakes us for a
A knock on my window, made me wake up from my
thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows, and went over to check what it was. I looked out
the window, and found two eyes staring right back at me. “Johnny?” I mumbled
confused, even though I wasn’t even surprised that he was here.
Johnny lived in the apartment building right next to me,
with some of his friends from school. “Surprised to see me?” he asked with a
grin hanging from his lips. I shook my head and laughed slightly. “Not really” I
said, and threw my legs out of the window, for them to rest there. Johnny
sighed. It was almost like he knew what had happened, since he came at the
“Weren’t you supposed to have a guy over tonight?” He
asked without much emotions in his voice. I nodded. “ Yeah..” I mumbled, even
though I knew he heard me. “I was.” I looked over at him, and saw he was
resting his head on his hand. He looked me with an expression mixed with pity
and anger. “And did he just run off like the others already have?” he asked me,
with harsh but soothing voice. I looked at him, my eyes starting to tear up. He
looked at me and immediately knew the answer.
“Fucking asshole” Johnny said, while gritting his
teeth. I looked at him, with tired and angry eyes. “It doesn’t even matter” I
said sniffling and drying my eyes, angrily. “Don’t worry Y/N, it will happen
soon-“ he said, but I cut him off. “Oh my god Johnny just shut up.” I said
annoyed and looked away from him. “You don’t understand, and you never will.
You can have every girl on this entire planet if you wanted, but why does
everyone keep running away from me?” I asked and couldn’t help the tears
falling from my eyes. It wasn’t a lie. Johnny was extremely popular with girls,
I knew for a fact that Johnny had slept with more than a couple of girls. He
wasn’t a fuckboy, no, Johnny was way too much of a gentleman to just fuck girls
left and right. He just had a very hard time saying no to girls (especially sex),
and because of that, he sometimes ended up being screwed over too.
“Y/N please don’t cry. All the guys you have dated are
just assholes, who can’t see how amazing you actually are” he said truthfully. But
he just couldn’t see my problem. I let out a frustrated sigh, and wiped my
tears. “Don’t you see it Johnny. Even though you say that It’s never going to
happen. I’m never going to meet a guy who I’m so comfortable with, that I can
give him my virginity” I said, as my tears kept falling. Johnny looked like he
was thinking about something and then looked at me. “How ‘comfortable’ do you
need to be with guy, before you can have sex with him?” he asked me, looking me
in the eyes, with a generally concerned and curious look. I looked at him and
thought about it for some time. I didn’t actually know the answer, I mean, how
do you define being comfortable with someone?
I looked at Johnny again and shrugged my shoulders. “I
don’t know. As long as he makes me feel loved and important, then I don’t
really think I have a problem” I said truthfully. He looked at me and smiled
sweetly, looking pleased with my answer. A long comfortable silence passed, and
Johnny said something again.
“Can I come over?” he said, already getting up. I just
nodded, knowing that if I would have said no, he would still be coming over. Not
long after, I heard someone knocking on my door. Quickly I ran down and opened
it, to see Johnny in his pyjamas. He stood towering over me, before giving me a
hug. It felt good to be held by someone. I quickly hugged him back. We stood
there for a minute, before Johnny asked me if I wanted to go to my bedroom. I
nodded, and went into my room with him.
I closed the door behind me, and looked at Johnny who
was sitting on my bed observing it. I looked at him confused. “What? Is there
something unusual on my bed?” I asked, before jumping down on it. He laughed to
himself. “No. I was just checking if you lied. But these seems to be made
nicely and clean” He said smiling. I threw a pillow at him, but it just made
him laugh harder. “You’re such a pervert” a said laying down, with my head
resting against a pillow. Johnny looked at me for at second, before laying down
next to me.
It wasn’t weird for me and Johnny to be laying down or
cuddling on my bed. In fact it would be weird if we didn’t. I noticed the way
Johnny looked at me. It wasn’t the usual he gave me, but a new one. He kind of
looked in love. You know that look people give each other when there’re in
love? Yeah, he was definitely giving me that look right now. I looked back at
him, and kept looking at me like that, but he was… blushing?
I looked at him weirdly. “What?” I asked, actually
curious about why he was blushing. He just shook his head. “I just imagined
something that I shouldn’t have” he said. Now it was my time to blush. Oh my
god. What was happening? This wasn’t what me and Johnny was supposed to do. We were
supposed to be teasing each other, and calling each other names. This feeling
was way to… intense.
But I didn’t stop here. And I’m glad I didn’t. For some
reason I really wanted to know what he was talking about. “What did you
imagine?” I asked and laid my head on his shoulder. Right when I did that his
body tensed up. “Unusual” I thought, but didn’t say anything. He blushed
harder. “N-nothing its j-just… no, nevermind” he said while looking away. That
just made annoyed. “Since when did you become a softie?” I asked, wrapping my
legs around his hips, while cuddling closer to him. “Don’t worry Johnny. Just
tell me-“ “How would you feel about having sex with me?” he cut me off, while
looking at the ceiling, almost in shame.
A sudden feeling of butterflies erupted in my stomach.
I looked at him in doubt, if he was actually serious. But he showed no signs
that he was joking. I considered it a bit. Was this the right thing to do? I mean
I felt comfortable with Johnny so it probably wouldn’t be that bad of an idea.
I looked at him. “Okay” I said, slowly, and a look of
confusion hit his face. “Wait, are you serious?” He asked making me feel stupid
for even answering yes. He noticed immediately that he had hurt me, and quickly
apologized. “No no, I meant it’s just… Are you sure?” He asked with worry in
“Better to lose it now than ever. So yes” I said, and looked
at Johnny. He smiled at me, and when he noticed that I wasn’t going to make the
first move, he slowly positioned himself over me, and went down to kiss my
lips. He started to move his lips slowly against mine, almost afraid to break
me. One of his hands were next to my head, and the other on my hip. I felt face
and secure in his arms. The kiss started to get a bit more intense, and Johnny
began kissing down my neck before taking his shirt off. My hands flew down to
his torso and felt his muscles, while he was kissing down my neck again.
It started to get hotter, and soon enough Johnny’s
hands were feeling up under my shirt on my stomach, anywhere but my boobs. He
was afraid to touch me and make me uncomfortable. So I sat up, and pulled my
shirt over my head, exposing my almost bare upper body. His eyes went wide, and
I could see the tent forming in his pants. I flung my arms around him and put
my mouth to his ear. “It’s okay Johnny, you can touch me” I said while guiding
his hands up to my chest. He looked surprised, but didn’t hesitate to touch me,
where I wanted him the most. I let out a small moan, which apparently turned
him on so much, that I could feel his bulge on my inner thigh.
One by one our clothes were slowly discarded, and we
were left nothing our underwear. “Are you sure about this? I mean, it’s not too
late to back out now” he said, but I told him that I was 100% sure about this.
He kissed me down my stomach, all the way down to my panties, and slowly pulled
them down my legs. I was soaking. I could feel the way that Johnny also noticed
it, and he just smiled. “You look beautiful” he said While discarding his
boxers, and laying down above me.
I smiled at him, and my arms flew behind my back, unclasping
my bra. I was now completely naked under my lifetime long best friend, and was
about get my virginity taken away by him. For some reason, it didn’t feel weird
at all. I was actually happy that this was going to happen, with him and not
some random boy, who didn’t love me.
Johnny had put condom on and was lining up at my
entrance. He looked me in the eye. “Are you sure about this” he asked, and
looked at me. I nodded and said ‘Yes’, while looking him in the eye as well. He
started to slowly push in, and boi it felt like I was being ripped open. Tears stung
in my eyes, and I could tell that Johnny had a hard time keeping still. He
pushed himself fully into me, and tears fell from my eyes. Johnny bend down to
kiss them away, and mumbled a ton of “I’m sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry”. We
stood still for a couple of seconds, before I told him to move. He began slowly
pushing in and out of me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. I bit down
on his shoulder, the pain becoming a bit more bearable, but it’s stinging and
stretching was still there. I let out a bunch of painful moans.
I knew it was hard for Johnny to stop since I knew he
was close, but the sound of my horrible moans, made him feel like the worst
person in the whole entire world. Not long after he came, and fell on top of
me. We were both breathing hard, and trying to catch our breaths.
“I’m so sorry” Johnny said, looking at me. “Johnny it’s
not your fault that it hurt” I said brushing his hair out of his forehead. “I know,
but.. I didn’t make you cum” he said, his voice full with shame. I smiled at
him. “Johnny it’s not the end of the world at least I-“ he cut me off by
kissing down the middle of my chest, down my stomach and then moving onto my
thighs. I moaned out in pleasure. “Johnny you don’t have to do this” I said,
letting out small moan.
“I know but I want to” he said, and began to kiss me
where I needed him the most. I let out a moan again, and wrapped my hands his
hair. He began to lick long strokes up and down my womanhood. The pleasure was
so amazing that Johnny had to hold my hips down so I didn’t move. Johnny didn’t
go easy on me. He saw how much I was enjoying it and, when he heard my moans,
there was nothing to hold him back, from giving me the most amazing orgasm of
my life. I felt it coming and almost screamed out loud when I came. Johnny
licked me clean, and kissed my lips again.
“Thank you” I said smiling and kissing his smiling
lips, not knowing what this did to our relationship, but all I know is that I will
be happy with all of it.
It’s been four months since I’ve pressed my body into your comfort,
But it’s not the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other
Sometimes I can’t imagine that we used to
Run around each other almost every day,
When our knees were perpetually scraped and we were still
Growing out of our shoes
And into our bodies, our personalities
Most days I think mine is half you
And vice versa
Whenever I laugh hard enough to feel the crunch of my abs
Clapping in amusement
I think of all the times I’ve peed myself giggling with you,
So hard you wouldn’t know I was laughing
Because I’ve suffocated myself into silence with
The hugeness of it all,
And I was never embarrassed
I think that’s what I love most about you:
I’m never embarrassed
You are the first girl that caused me to break my own heart,
When I did something to hurt you
And had to come face to face with the dark part of me
That has the ability to hurt a person
But not just any person,
You – my best friend,
I felt terror in every joint of my small body
Until my mom drove me to your house at thirteen years old
With ice cream and a movie
So that I could offer up forgiveness and hope you’d eat it out of a spoon,
I somehow don’t think we’ve fought since then,
Over a decade ago
And I think it’s because that day taught me how to admit when I’m wrong
I think the blessing of meeting my best friend at ten years old
Is that so much of you is woven into every stitch of me
That I often forget moments of my childhood that don’t have you
Stamped across the memories
Or maybe those ones just shine the brightest,
Except I’m remembering us at fourteen,
Your hands shaking as you tell me you missed your period
I hadn’t even gotten mine for the first time yet
And I’m thinking we’re both too young for this
But still, I’m agreeing I’ll be the godmother,
And sometimes I still think I am,
Even if your mom drove you right to the clinic
And you spent the next few weeks crying in both sadness and relief
And I never knew what to say
When I think of that time I still don’t know what to say
But whenever someone holds my hand a certain way
I’m struck by those weeks, us camped out in your bed and watching
Bad reality TV to escape our own,
Our fingers trembling in the stark chill of your room
The way mine didn’t when I told you I like girls
The way you like boys
Because you were the first person I wasn’t afraid to tell
Sometimes when we go weeks without talking
I sift through these moments that built me
And remember all the times you grabbed me by
My heartstrings and pulled me through
My murky teen years
From twelve to eighteen when it felt like
I’d never stop living in the gray consequences of my father’s hurt
And my own self-doubt
Here’s to those days, but here’s to the better ones
And the moments I feel you tugging the strings from miles away
Like the stars swimming in the silvery blue light of the Milky Way
My blood to yours, my tears to yours
We’ve seen enough of each to know that our DNA is
Laced with all the stardust we gave to each other when we needed it most
It’s been four months since I’ve seen you but
As I’ve been writing this you’ve sent me a silly message
Like you knew I was thinking about you
And when I respond with something weird
I can almost feel your laugh in my heartbeat
And I know we’re still speaking the same language we
Created at ten years old
When we’d share a look across a room
And without a word know exactly
What the other person was trying to say
And I hope that you know with this poem what I am trying to say
I am trying to say thank you
For your love
to my best friend, with love // a.d.c. // 4.14.17
I feel like I need to share this in a long tumblr post.
So a few weeks ago I had this dream that I was getting food with one of my IRL friends, and we were talking about so many different things. Then, out of nowhere, she says “man, I really love Connor McDavid.”
And I’m sitting there like hold up, you don’t even like hockey. I ask her, “when did you start paying attention to hockey?”
She goes, “the fuck you mean hockey? He’s in that new boyband.”
Now at this point dream-me is losing it. I pull out my phone and google Connor McDavid and sure enough some boyband pops up. And, conveniently, the two other members are Dylan Strome and Mitch Marner.
To make this long story short, I woke up laughing so hard I almost peed myself.
I was channel surfing the other day and shark boy and lava girl came on and i left it on because nostalgia and i started laughing so hard during taylor laughtner’s musical number that my dad came in to check on me because he thought i was dying.
So I’m explaining to my hubs and daughter #2 about the Male Gaze and how that Carl’s Jr commericial’s homoerotic undertones is not for lesbians but for men to fantasize about … and my hubs is growing increasingly vocal about how I’m wrong and not making any sense.
Finally, he stops, looks at me and says, “Oh, you mean a male GAZE. I thought you were saying male GAYS.”
Hello my beautiful, wonderful readers! Hope everything is going well, how’s every doing?
Anywho, this is a request for diving-into-wonderland (thank you so much for being so patient): A Steve request where you both fell in love but then during a fight (AoU) you get hurt badly. Steve rushes over to you and cradles you in his arms, trying to keep you awake. At the hospital, you’re in a coma for a while but Steve is with you all the time, begging you to come back to him so he can tell you he loves you.
Grunts. Screams. Buildings falling. Crunching of metal. Gunshots. Arrows flying. Bullets firing. The heat of battle. Adrenaline pumps in your veins as you move in a graceful haze of fury. Your foot shoots out, temporarily hardening to steel, and slams one of Ultron’s robots into a nearby building. Vibrations surround you as you spin around, knocking another robot back with a steel fist then blocking a heavy blow with a steel arm. A third robot comes from behind you, attempting to target any weak spots. They dive for your knees, elbows, stomach, but you’ve trained for this. You’re ready before any of them land a blow. You can feel the vibrations with every step radiating through the ground to your feet. Every punch is met with a random steel body part to block it. While it is irritating that only a portion of your body can remain steel for certain amounts of time, you’ve managed to master the art of switching which body part is steel in any moment’s notice. It’s practically second nature to you.
While you’re fighting off any blocks from the three surrounding robots, unknown to you, a forth robot has noticed the other three’s struggles. It picks up a broken metal pipe, then waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. You side step one of the robots, sending it crashing to the ground, but your side if left vulnerable and it cost you. Before you can decided whether you should transfer the steel over to your side or your arm where another robot is about to strike, the rod rips through your side. It lodges itself between your ribs but not quite reappearing from your stomach. Your eyes widen as your body shakes in shock, the pain not hitting you yet. You fall to your knees, absentmindedly touching the bar lodged in your ribs then spot Steve who looks over you in alarm, his shield bouncing off the four robots. The hunks of metal fling backwards into a building, Steve sprinting over to you. The pain hits you slowly as an uncomfortable ache settles in the escalates to a searing burning sensation. Your torso begins to fall backwards, Steve catching you before you hit the ground.
“Y/N! Stay with me!” Steve begs you. “Come on, keep your eyes open,” He presses his finger to his earpiece. “Y/N is down. We need medical attention immediately.”
Your eyes flutter and you want nothing more than to close them. Anything to stop this pain. You open your mouth to say something, but then coughed roughly, another wave of pain following. Blood dribbles down your lips in a dark, red stream.
“It-” You gasp, your voice being cut off by a whimper leaving your lips as another wave of pain radiates through you. “H-h-hurts,” You finally stutter out, clenching Steve with a death grip.
“I know,” He murmurs then Tony’s voice comes over both of your coms.
“We can handle it from here Cap. Get Y/N help.”
“Are you sure?” Steve begins to ask but is sharply cut off by Clint.
“Get Y/N out of here or I will personally throw you off a cliff, Cap.”
“Rodger,” Steve quickly nods his head then as carefully as possible, scopes you up and runs to the closest helicarrier.
Although Steve tried his best to be careful, you flinch as a new wave of pain came crashing through when the bar lodged in your side shifted.
“Stay awake please,” Steve begs desperately, his eyes trained on the helicarrier.
Tony already radioed over to the pilot so when Steve appeared, the helicarrier was prepared and ready for flight. A medical team rush over, completing as many task as possible in order to stable you with limited medical supplies. In the rush of taking off and the medical team swooping in, you and Steve were separated. The last sight you see is a bloodied Steve, staring helplessly down the hall then the door slammed and your world went black.
To say that your condition was unstable is an understatement. Nurses were constantly in and out of your room for a week, then finally it let up, and now you were sleeping. Well, not sleeping per say, but a coma to be more exact. The good news is the doctor expects you to wake up soon, saying that your body experienced a huge amount of trauma and needs time to heal. The bad news is comas tend to be pretty unpredictable so whether you wake up soon or not is debateable. So far, it’s been two weeks and in those two weeks, your “sleeping” has driven a certain super soldier crazy (spoiler alert- it isn’t Bucky).
The whole team comes to visit often, checking up on your condition, but it’s no secret that Steve visits a whole lot more. If it wasn’t obvious before, Steve’s crush has becomes increasingly prominent now. Under different circumstances, the team would have teased him, but they are currently restraining themselves for obvious reasons.
At first, Steve struggled to sleep on his own, the nurses and various Avengers would often find him awkwardly slumped in a chair near your bed until Natasha knocked some sense into him (”You need to take care of yourself! Y/N would be pissed to see what kind of state you are in right now!”). Now Steve’s visits were after missions, or training sessions (and most importantly- a shower, at least some sleep, and a proper meal). Despite his attempts to care better for himself while you are in the hospital, it doesn’t make the whole situation any easier for the soldier to deal with, especially the regret.
“I’ve read somewhere that people in comas can hear you,” Steve sighs, running his fingers through his blonde hair. He grips one of your hands to keep himself anchored and took a deep breath. “So here goes nothing I guess,” He chuckles nervously then launches into explanation. “Y/N, when you first joined the Avengers, I thought of you as a teammate. The incredibly powerful and well trained teammate,” Steve adds with a slight chuckle. “You were terrified at your own powers and didn’t understand everything that was happening around you. Your whole life was suddenly ripped away and you were a lot of things: angry- no, pissed, frustrated, confused, hurt, and completely terrified. But you never let those emotions control you. Instead of being bitter and hiding away from the team, you embrace who you’d become and decided that if you were given these powers, you were going to make something of it. I’ve always admired that about you. Soon, we started training more and more together. I don’t even know if you remember this, but there was one night after a particularly painful training session that neither one of us really wanted to move,” Steve laughs at the memory. “Somehow, we managed to get up and you asked me if I’d ever been on the roof at night. I said no, then you pulled me up a flight of stairs to the roof… which we both promptly collapsed on,” Steve grins at the memory, continuing his story. “We must have stayed on the roof for hours, just staring at all the stars and telling stories. I almost peed myself a few times from laughing so hard, especially when you told me about the time you got stuck in a trash can. I found myself telling you about things I haven’t told people about in a very long time, like the stories about me and Bucky when before the serum, or about my parents and old friends. It felt… nice to finally talk to someone about all that stuff. That was the night when I fell for you. Suddenly, you weren’t just some teammate, you were so much more. You are beautiful, hilarious, incredibly intelligent, imaginative, and everything you do, you do with your whole heart. At first, I didn’t want to have feelings for a teammate. You’re way out of my league, and I knew falling for a teammate was a horrible idea. Every times I tried to tell myself I didn’t like you, which was a lot, every time, every single time, you did something that reminded me why I love you so damn much,” Steve pauses, shaking his head, then continues, staring at your sleeping face. “Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you for months now, too scared to tell you, but I need you to come back to us, back to me, so I can tell you these things when you’re alert and awake. Please Y/N,” Steve ends quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Please come back so I can tell you that I love you.”
Steve’s eyes linger on your peaceful face for a moment, then glances down at his shoes. He looks up, turning his head toward the door, but is quickly filled with relief when he sees no one standing there. It was hard enough confessing all of that to you even thought your unconscious, having someone else hear that confession would be awful. Steve smiles sadly at the tiled floor. He’s glad he confessed it aloud, even you weren’t awake, but now, more than ever, he needs you to wake up soon so he can really tell you.
“S-Steve?” A hoarse voice asks.
Steve’s head whips around in your direction, your (y/e/c) eyes baring into his blue eyes.
I am so sorry how long this took! But I hope ya’ll like that, Steve is the best:) I’ve now seen Civil War, so guess who is now added to the list of possible imagines to be written about: (well he always was there, but now it will be more accurate- like Wanda) Bucky! Hope ya’ll enjoyed this, I’ve got a zombie AU waiting to be written. Love ya’ll
Hey, I’m sorry it has taking me so long to write another one shot, I’ve been pretty bussy with uni and I had a pretty bad case of lack of inspiration…thank god Cris has been uploading, she’s awesome ;D Anyway, I hope you guys like this -Ankara-
I guess it’s time to move on. After 3 years together I can’t believe that he doesn’t want me by his side anymore. After all we’ve been through together. The I love yous, the fights, the make-ups, all the Skype calls at 4 am because he was on tour and couldn’t stop thinking about me…everything’s gone like mist. I knew I was in too deep; you can’t ever be in too deep with a musician because they will get tired and find someone better than you. That’s what my subconscious told me, and I should have listened.
The worst thing is that he didn’t even told me directly, I had to listen to his confession behind a door, just when I was about to enter the hotel room where the boys were staying. “What are you going to do then, Cal?” Ashton said. “It was difficult, but I have taken a decision, man” he answered “I can’t stand this anymore, it’s suffocating. I’m gonna do it and I really hope she understands” After hearing this, I run as fast as my clumsy legs allowed me to while wiping away the tears to avoid colliding with a lamppost or something. It has happened to me before. It was on one of my first dates with Calum. He had bought me an ice cream and he was telling me one of his stupid jokes. I remember being so caught up in his smile that I didn’t even saw the thing in front of me. He laughed so hard that he almost peed himself and he still reminds me every time he can. That memory is still crystal clear in my mind. It was the moment I realised I was head over heels for him…but it doesn’t matter anymore.
I suddenly snap out of my tangled thoughts as I find myself in the middle of a park. But not any park, our park…how great. I think my subconscious hates me. I decide to keep walking, if my mind is so determined on torturing me, so be it. I head to the bench by the small pond where we first met. “Hey” he said with a bright smile. I recall thinking he looked like an excited puppy. “Hi” I answered a little flustered while closing the book I was reading. “I think this is yours” he added while handing me my bookmark. I thanked him and asked about the guitar he was carrying. The conversation went on for hours, almost until the sun set… From that moment on, we were inseparable. “I guess it’s okay to finish this we’re it all started” I say to myself as the rain starts to fall to put the cherry on the cake…that’s until my thoughts are interrupted by a voice calling my name in the distance. I take a deep breath, I already know what he’s going to say but I don’t think I’m ready to hear it directly from his lips. “Y/n, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Why did you disappear? Are you okay?” he asks worried. Why is he worried? He doesn’t care about me anymore. “Yeah, I’m okay” I answer in a small voice. If I raise it I’m afraid it will break. “Why are you here?” he inquired while titling his head to the side, water dripping from him damp hair. He looks like a lost puppy… Why does he have to be so adorable? “I guess it would be good to end this where it started” I softly whisper the thought that was on my mind just a few moments before, as I look to the ground. “What? End what? Our relationship? Why do you wanna end it? Please don’t do this…” he is panicking by now and I look up to look at him with wide eyes. “Wait…you don’t want to leave me?” maybe there’s a little hope…”Of course not!! Why would I want to leave you? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me! What would you make you think that?” My heat flutters with his words and I look away again. I can barely see and I don’t know if the water that clouds my eyes is part of the rain or the tears of relief. “I…I heard you talking to Ash earlier…you said that you had taken a decision and that you were suffocating or something like that” I finally confess, as I wrap my arms around me in a useless attempt of sheltering myself from the rain. “What? No!! Oh, God…I wanted a little time to prepare a speech or something but here I go…y/n what I was planning on asking you was if you would like to come on tour with me…I am sick and tired of only seeing you every once in a while. I want to see you every time I wake up and every time I go to sleep and find you waiting for me at the end of every show, hugging me even though I am sweaty and disgusting and and yeah…what do you say?” he ends his rambling with one of his big smiles. “Oh Cal, of course I want to go with you! My God, I am so fucking stupid…I really thought you were leaving me” I say as I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment. “I could never leave you, silly” he says, retiring my hands and kissing away the raindrops that hang from my nose. “I love you so damn much y/n. As long as you want me to, I will always be here for you. Never forget that, okay?” He leaves the question in the air, he knows me better and kisses me but he moves away after a few seconds. “I think this is yours” he repeats the first words he said to me three years ago, while grabbing one of my hands and putting it against his chest. “What?” I ask confused. “My heart”.
While it ended too soon, this season has been eventful, and full of fun.
We had a new baby goalie, a baby Finn, and multiple REAL babies to know and love.
We were without Kaner, without Johnny, without Kaner AND Johnny.
We had Benny Bunny, Teuvodactyl, Raantasaurus, and Peter Bear.
We had a mother fucking 12 round shootout. and we won it.
Through the ups and the downs of this season, I have had the honor and privilege of blogging with you all. I have made some awesome friends, and thank you guys for an amazing season and for making me laugh so hard I almost peed myself.
And to the boys: look forward to tomorrow. It’ll suck for a while, and we will lose and gain some members, but we will come back next year. and we will win Stanley one more time.