For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my
“early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th
birthday, and God, the years do fly.
I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m
excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have
less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my
kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just
over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that
goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.
As she stared in awe at the sketch hanging on the wall of his room, he gazed, spellbound, at her face. He noticed how her eyes would turn into the shape of a cashew when she smiled, and somehow he was left breathless.
“Did you draw this?” She pointed to the sketch. It was a rough sketch of an empty street. One of his favorite.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“Wow,” she said, admiring his work,
“How did you even come up with this? It’s so simple yet so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off it.”
“Well, that’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask the universe.”
“Hmm?” She blinked at him, not having a single clue on what he was saying.
“You,” he began, “how did the universe come up with someone like you?”
“With just a smile, you effortlessly drowned the weight of the world on my shoulders. With just a look, you simply take all of my breath away,”
“And I really, really can’t take my eyes off you.”
let me know if you liked this it’s tragically long i went overboard haha
first and foremost, peter would be the most loving/attentive/caring and overall best boyfriend to ever exist, ever
he’s also a needy baby who likes attention
“You haven’t kissed me in, like, five whole minutes”
majority of the time you make peter very flustered so you’re usually the one to initiate the kisses because he’s a blushing mess
he thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to ever walk the earth
he cannot believe you’re as in love with him as he is with you
“How’d I get so lucky”
“Peter stop it it’s not like I’m a magical princess I’m normal stoppp”
“But are you sure about that”
he will adamantly deny that he likes staring at you but that’s all he does when you’re with him
he prefers to call it gazing because it sounds less creepy and the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s a creep
he likes to tease you about the fact that you had a crush on him for most of your freshman year and it annoys you endlessly
“That’s so cute Y/N how adorable”
“I will literally break up with you right now”
“What no no I’m sorry I love you don’t do that”
the first time he told you that he loved you he stuttered for a solid ten minutes, almost cried because c’mon Peter just tell her you love her you idiot she’s gonna hate you if you keep stumbling over your words like a madman oh my god you haven’t said anything in five minutes no one has ever been silent this long
finally he closed his eyes and choked out the words and when he opened his eyes he swore that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the way you were smiling at him in that very moment
after that he has no problem saying it to you whenever he can no matter where you are or what you’re doing
“Mr. Parker can you please share what you were just whispering to Ms. Y/L/N with the rest of the class?”
“Oh yeah I was just telling her that I love her because I do and I need to make sure that she doesn’t forget” *cue adorable smile*
“Oh my god Peter please be quiet I love you too you weirdo”
he kind of lives for embarrassing for you, he thinks it’s the funniest thing
you love Ned too and it kind of makes Peter jealous sometimes which is just hilarious to witness
“You’re spending an awful lot of time with Ned”
“…………..I spend every waking moment with you and Ned hangs out with us dummy”
you’re the only person he tells about being Spider-Man because you’re you and he can’t keep something like that from the love of his life that’s just not how it works
when he sends Happy voicemails every day he makes sure to update him on how you’re doing and whatever thing you do that day that Peter found adorable
when Happy finally texts Peter back he doesn’t ask Peter how he’s doing he asks about you
Peter introduces you to Tony with a proud smile on his face as he practically shoves you at him
“Mr. Stark Mr. Stark Mr. Stark this is my girlfriend the one Happy told you about I wanted her to meet you isn’t she cool Mr. Stark”
“As long as she’s not as hyper as you are I think I’ll like her very much”
“Oh great ‘cause she’s very calm right Y/N?”
“Peter babe please stop yelling in my ear”
“I like her already!”
he’s very big on calling you my love because it makes you get all shy and you turn away from him since you’re getting embarrassed
he proudly talks about you to anyone within earshot and everyone comes to love you because adorable, precious Peter Parker does too
Aunt May might love you more than Peter does
sometimes Peter will come home to find you already sitting at the table with her sipping coffee out of his favorite mug and talking about your days and he just lights up with happiness
you yell at him every time he loses yet another backpack
“when will you learn your lesson about webbing your bag to the wall in dark alleys where thieves and probably murders hang out”
“that’d be a never”
you kind of hate that he’s Spider-Man since the job is extremely dangerous and he literally almost died fighting Vulture
“are you sure you’re okay? i don’t want you dying on me”
“i would never leave you my love i promise”
you yell at him whenever he comes back to his house with new bruises and injuries but he knows you’re just yelling because you care and so he takes the yelling and the angry crying from you and hugs you really tight and strokes your hair and tells you that he’s fine and it’s just a scratch and gives you the whole you should see the other guy spiel
he draws engagement rings on your ring finger and swears he’ll make sure it’s a real one day and not just a shitty circle drawing because yeah he’s fifteen and so are you but who cares you’re the one for him and living without you is a life he doesn’t want to even imagine
it’s just not an option and never will be
he gets anxiety whenever you have to ride the train out of Queens and back into Manhattan alone since that’s where you live
“but what if something happens and i’m not there and you get hurt i wouldn’t be able to live with myself”
he goes through metro cards like water in the summer when he doesn’t have his student one because he refuses to let you take the train alone
he never lets go of your hand when you’re together… so basically he’s never once stopped holding hands with you unless absolutely necessary
you telling him to ask Tony to let you become an avenger
you want to be Black Widow 2.0
or maybe Scarlet Witch but you don’t have powers like Wanda does so Black Widow 2.0
Tony actually says he’ll think about it because whenever he goes to see Peter or Peter comes to see him you tag along ( “we’re kind of a package deal Mr. Stark” ) and you’ve grown on him considerably
after Peter meets the Avengers for the first time you plead with him to let you meet them too and when he finally relents you almost faint in front of Cap and have a heart attack in front of Natasha
“Sorry she’s a little excited she’s not usually like this”
“I think I need a glass of water or an oxygen tank”
“Mr. Stark do you have an oxygen tank”
“She didn’t faint in front of me I’m offended Y/N”
Cap offhandedly says you and Peter are cute kids and you almost die
Peter is definitely not jealous aT ALL
you reassure him that you love him more than Cap and always will
you would never want Peter to think for a second that anyone else could ever take you away from him you love him too much to think about that
he’s just ridiculously head over heels beautifully in love with you and he wears that love on his sleeve for the entire universe to see and doesn’t care if he’s called “whipped” because hell yeah he is
he managed to become the boyfriend of the most divine person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting
who wouldn’t be a lovestruck mess over you is the better question
It’s Mental Health Month. May 1st. The beginning of it. I just want to post some tips on what I find useful when I feel anxious, depressed or lonely. Some tips on how to care for yourself mixed in here too. I know what it’s like to feel like nothing is going to work out and you feel like there is no point anymore. I still get sad from time to time but here is what I try to do to lower those horrible feelings.
Music When I feel down I put on my chill playlist and listen to the songs. Not just recognize that the song is playing. I listen to every word, every beat, every instrument that makes a sound. I listen so hard that I forget everything else around me and forget everything that is going on in my head for a while. This actually really helps and especially if it’s a slow song, something that matches my mood.
Reading Reading is one of my favourite things to do. I’m in love with words. And getting deep into one of my favourite books helps me forget for a while. Grab something to drink and maybe a snack, find a quiet and comfy place to relax and let yourself fall into a book.
Eat When I feel depressed my appetite can go away pretty quickly. But if you don’t eat, you’ll feel even more tired and low. And that’s not good. So eat. Not junk food. Maybe a treat every now and again but make sure to eat healthy too. Fruit or vegetables. Maybe make some type of sandwhich or maybe eat a bowl of porridge. Whatever you want to make. But remember, not always junk food. And drink lot’s and lot’s of water.
Shower or bath If you feel all ugh, and ew take a long warm shower or a bath full of bubbles. Taking a shower or bath might help you feel more relaxed and feel more taken care of. And keeping yourself fresh and clean will help help boost your system.
Fresh air When I’m down, I get lazy. So the whole ‘take a long walk’ thing doesn’t go with me. What I like to do instead is open a window and stand there or take a chair and sit near there. I’m getting fresh air into my lungs which is good and I don’t need to get up and go outside to do it. Now getting exercise is a good thing to do too because it’ll boost your system also. But when you really can’t get up and walk far, just go to a window and read or listen to music.
Cry Yes crying is on this list. When you really need to let those tears out, just do it. If you’re in a place you feel comfortable enough to do it. Let it all out, for however long you need to. Crying doesn’t make you weak or a loser or whatever you think it makes you. It helps you. Instead of holding all those feelings in, you can let them out by crying. So just do it because a cry every now and again, will make you feel a little better. Hopefully.
Decorate and change it up This may be an odd one but it helps me. When I’m sad I’ll look up some quotes that I really like, write them on some paper and decorate the paper and stick it on my wall. Or sometimes I sift things around. If I think something in my room would look better in a different position then I’ll move it. I’ll maybe take some things down and hang something new up instead. Tidy my room too if it needs it. This helps because I’m focusing on other things. Where will this go? Does this look good on this wall? Things like that. Try it and see.
Breathe When I feel like I can’t breathe, I remember that I just need to take a minute. Look at my surroundings. What’s the colour of the walls? Breathe. What’s in the room? Breathe. What’s the weather like outside? Breathe. What’s my favourite food? Breathe. Do I have any plans this week? Breathe. Ask yourself some questions. Answer them and breathe. Breathe, breathe and breathe. Don’t let you make yourself small. Think bigger than what that stupid annoying voice in your head is telling you. Breathe. Because you’re worth it.
I hope these tips helped. I really do. And please, please REMEMBER… you are beautiful. You are so amazing and this world needs you in it. Maybe you feel like no one cares. But I guarantee you there is somebody out there who thinks the world of you. You are somebody’s moon.You’re that person who lights up the darkness for them. Don’t let your light go out. Stay strong and remember to love yourself and take care of yourself. You guys are more than welcome to ask me something if you need any advice or have any questions. The door is open and you are welcome.
bb.moveobjects: Enables you to place items off the grid. I use this along with the ‘ALT’ key when placing objects
bb.showhiddenobjects: Shows debug items
bb.ignoregameplayunlocksentitlement: Unlocks career items
‘Shift + ]’ and ‘Shift + [’: Increase and decrease object sizes (I rarely use this cheat)
I started off with a 4x4 room square room. Rooms look much nicer when they aren’t a complete square. To get rid of the square shape, I added the wardrobe from Get Together.
I dislike having blank walls so I made sure to cover most of it with paintings and wall decor. I also like to ‘layer’ my wall decor by putting paintings and wall hangings on top of each other. At the end of the bed I added some plants to take up the remaining space.
WALLS WITH WINDOWS
I sometimes add wall decor to windows as well. I added post cards and a sign to the window to add decor to an area that would be blank. I don’t use curtains in most of my builds since I like the natural light that comes in.
The wall to the left of the desk has a corkboard with post cards, a protest sign and a calendar I added. This helps the room feel more lived in. Behind the corkboard I added a poster which brings in color to that corner of the room.
Although paint cans don’t belong in a bedroom, adding additional decor gives you more items to play with to make each room unique
Don’t be afraid to use the same items more than once. If you feel it’s too repetitive, use a different swatch.
You can choose to use a carpet but I decided to use the ‘messy’ clutter that came with the Parenthood GP. Next to the mirror I added some clutter to fill up the space.
I don’t mind if certain items (like the mirror) aren’t functional because it’s likely another room will contain the same item that is functional.
Decorating this took me around 10 minutes and my tips can be applied to larger rooms! Bedrooms don’t need to include typical bedroom items so play around with items you’ve never used before.
does anyone realize how much potential a scene with keith comforting lance has?
ok so we all know the black lion shenanigans where it took keith as the pilot, and lance put his friends above his pride and respected its choice, right?
and basically the entire season was
lance supporting keith, either holding him back or pushing him forward to do what was right for the team, still accepting him as the leader. keith’s impulse control, as most would call lance.
this whole season was mostly highlighting lance and keith’s friendship (and possibly growing into something more in the future) and didn’t focus on pidge and hunk’s relationship with lance.
why would they choose keith, because of the rivalry? because of the strange bond they have? no.
they’re obviously building up to a climax, and whether that will be angst or romance we don’t know.
and the chances of keith being the one to go up to lance and tell him how much he means for the team, real high.
it would be poorly built drama if pidge/hunk/shiro or even allura and coran to suddenly have a boost of compassion for their teammate. pidge and hunk were the first ones to look at lance to comfort keith, and i highly assume they would look at keith the same way for lance.
because lance has honestly been hanging out less and less in the garrison trio. it’s pretty sad, in my opinion, but a way to move on with the story and build some character.
lance probably talked truthfully to keith the MOST out of the whole season directly. and he’s often seen standing by him, not hunk or pidge. i think the dynamic between the yellow and green lions has formed a sort of wall between them and lance, because they’re considered the “smart ones.” they can talk about things more deeply, but lance doesn’t have the knowedge for that kind of stuff. they’re leaving him in the dust, and he’s growing closer to keith.
remember pidge’s words?
when she labeled each of them?
she’s the smart one, hunk’s the nice one, allura’s the decision maker, coran’s the wise old guy.
but the words she used to refer to lance and keith?
loner and goofball.
think about that, the two outliers. the two who both think they don’t belong. they’re both insecure, to different levels of intensity.
they’re drawn to each other because they want somewhere to belong.
keith is the only one who knows about lance’s insecurity, and it’s the only right thing to say he will reassure lance. they’re been building it up so much, it’s the only thing they can do.
why would lance tell keith his problems?
because there’s something going on.
anyways, it’s safe to say that keith is one of the closest people to lance right now in the show. they’ve both seen sides to each other that they’ve showed no one else.
Okay, so I see a lot of posts floating around Tumblr about how awful/exhausting/stressful adulthood is. They make me laugh and they’re relatable and sometimes I reblog them. The thing is, though, for me, adulthoodis actually way better than being a teenager was–so I wanted to share some things I love about being an adult, just to even out the balance. I don’t think I have any teenage followers, but maybe some in their early twenties? Anyway, I don’t want people to fear adulthood, because there are amazing things about it:
–Normally, I end my evenings by sitting on my sofa in my flat in pleasant solitude, drinking herbal tea and reading and listening to that morning’s Essential Classics on Radio 3. This should be the dictionary definition of bliss.
–Even though I have experienced bullying as an adult as well as when I was a child/teenager, I feel like my internal resources for dealing with it are better now and growing all the time. I no longer feel like the bad things people say to and about me define me.
–Buying my own laundry detergent means I can finally pick one that I’m not allergic to. I am no longer 110% covered in red itches at all times.
–I have friends who are boys and my dad isn’t in my house to constantly harrass me about them.
–Last year I went to a concert of science fiction scores played by the Royal Philharmonic with someone I know slightly from church. It was the actual coolest.
–My brother and I are friends now that we live in entirely different cities. He texted me the other day for advice on his CV. It was nice.
–My friends either share my interests or love the fact that I’m so interested in those things. It’s been years since I’ve said to anyone “I learnt an interesting thing today!” and they’ve replied, flatly, “define interesting”.
–I just feel so much more like myself than I did when I was a teenager. I’m okay with hating make-up/loving Disney films/being super career-driven/being great with kids, and the fact that those things would seem to make me a contradiction, and that I’m actually just me.
–My mum keeps defending my right to be single to anyone who tries to commiserate with her about the fact that she doesn’t have grandbabies. Adulthood, for me, has meant becoming friends with my mum.
–I know enough about myself and the world now to realise that understanding social/relational stuff is a real weak point of mine. When I don’t understand those things now, I say “I don’t understand this” to my friends, and they help me without laughing at me. (Then I help them with their CVs and knowing where their apostrophes belong. Turn and turn about is fair play).
–Enough bad things have come and gone in my life that I know dark seasons will pass, and even the things that aren’t temporary (my dad will probably never not be a borderline-homeless misogynistic conspiracy theorist again) are just part of my life, not the whole of it. They don’t consume me. When awful things happen, I am sad for a few weeks or months, but I know that one day I will be not sad for a while, and that is worth hanging on for. This is something I never could have known when I was a teenager, because not enough bad things had come and gone from my life.
–I would not trade the worst day of my last six months (which was awful and heartbreaking and I think I literally cried for 24 hours straight) for any day from my life aged 11-16. I have been sad, this year, but I also knew it would pass. It gets better. It gets so much better.
The next time Eddie sees Richie he smiles. There is something that pulls at Richie’s lips in reply, but afterwards he simply turns his head in the other direction. Then that’s it. For the rest of the school week, Eddie waves to Richie between classes, but Richie doesn’t respond at all. He seems more tired, more bored and disinterested, like talking with Eddie the first time took too much effort and now he needs to charge up. Eddie tries not to let it get to him, but it’s hard; he’s spent all this time wondering about Richie and then finally he gets something, and then—it stops. Each time they pass, it’s as if Richie doesn’t even know Eddie is desperately trying to interact.
For all his years at camp halfblood keith had never questioned why lance wore a mask.
Of course when he first showed up he found it a little strange seeing a guy around his age wandering around the camp with a silver mask in a permanent blank expression. But considering he had been given a ride on the back of a flaming lion he really didn’t question it at the time just putting it down as more weird Gods stuff.
Even after being claimed as a son of Ares and being at the camp for nearly three years now, keith still hadn’t seen Lance’s face.
Not even during meal times would he remove it, instead he would sit on the hermes table amongst the unclaimed kids with his hood up and mask on.
If Hunk hadn’t of told him over wise Keith would of assumed Lance didn’t actually eat at all.
Hunk was one of the few people he had seen Lance talk to, he would hang around the son of Hephaestus and chatter away for hours in the forg.
It was with Hunk that Keith actually heard the guy laugh and he was sure his heart stopped from the sound.
The entire forge fell silent and watched the masked boy laugh and laugh, unable to tear their attention away until the heavenly sound ended.
That was also the day that Keith began to question the mask.
“I tried asking him once when i was stuck in the infirmary after i broke my arm on the climbing wall.” Hunk explained as lance slept a little away from them.
The three of them had been sent on a quest to retrieve the stolen head of medusa from a demigod named Lotor who was supposedly the son of Hades.
They had spent days walking through the woods, following the celestial bronze tracker Hunk had created to find the head.
Lance had pretty much dropped from exhaustion and the other two followed quickly behind him. Though while Lance had fallen asleep straight away Hunk had prepared something to eat for himself and Keith.
That was when the subject of Lance’s mask came up.
“He said he got hurt before coming to camp and was told to always cover his face by his mom.”
“Why would his mom tell him to cover his face? I mean there’s plenty of kids with scars at camp.” Keith questioned.
“Dunno, but when a Goddess tells you to do something it’s usually a good idea to do as you’re told.” Hunk shrugged.
Keith’s expression morphed into one of confusion “i thought Lance was unclaimed.”
Hunk slowly shook his head “Nah he was claimed right before he came to camp, told us all as much but refused to tell anyone who his mom is. You can imagine everyone was suspicious, Alfor almost turned him away thinking he was some kind of monster in . But Coran stood up for him, taking full responsibility for watching him and well he’s been there ever since.”
Keith was quiet for a moment looking over Lance’s sleeping form…
Why would he hide who his mom is? Maybe it’s some minor goddess of something embarrassing like sewage and didn’t want anyone to know?
Keith was so deep in thought he didn’t realise they were being watched until a tall figure with long white hair walked out of the shadows with an army of skeletons behind him.
Before Keith could grab his sword or hunk his Axe, Lotor had picked up Lance by the throat and was holding a knife by his gut.
“One wrong move and i spill his gu- whys he wearing a mask?” Lotro asked looking from his captives to Lance.
He waved a hand over it and a smirk spread across his face “oh very clever little demigods, you’ve got yourself a mist mask. No mortals would question you wearing this little thing.” He chuckled.
It was a cold laugh that sent a cold sweat running down keith’s back. Lance was still fast asleep and completely vulnerable.
Then again so were they, the skellington’s had them surrounded and even if they didn’t then it wasn’t like they could fight a pile of bones, what in hell was he even meant to stab?
“Though i don’t understand why it appears so plain to me…? Lotor mumbled as he removed the mask.
Lotor dropped both mask and boy to the ground.
Hunk gasped and Keith froze as they saw it.
Keith had always imagined Lance’s face to be a gnarled and twisted ugly face with a hooked nose and crooked teeth.
However the face looking at them was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.
It was like an Godly light shone from his features causing his heart to twist painfully in his chest from the intense longing that just looking at him caused.
Keith was so mesmerised that he almost didn’t notice the long burn scar that covered the side of his face covering the left corner of his forehead and his cheek.
That one flaw was the only thing keeping both Keith and Hunk from weeping at his beauty.
Not Lotor however.
Lance made a small groaning nose as he woke up looking around only to jump in surprise at the sight of Lotor standing over him.
Lance scrambled back as Lotor crouched down to touch his face.
It was then that Lance realised his mask was gone and really began to panic. “DON’T LOOK!” he screamed covering his face.
And with that the trance was broken and they could think again.
“W-what happened?” Keith stuttered feeling as though he had just woken up from a long sleep.
“Lance!” Hunk called as Lotor threw his coat over him and had skellington’s hold him high their heads.
“Change of plans, you can have the head of Medusa. It’s in a cave east of here. I’ve got a much greater prize.” Lotor smirked as he gestured for a skellington to come closer “Tell the boss that i shall be returning with the child of Mesperyian.”
“No! STOP!” Keith yelled running forwards trying to grab them only to have his fingers fall through the shadows and he tumbled to the ground.
“I don’t understand…” Hunk sobbed terrified for his best friend “Lance can’t be her son… he just can’t be!”
Keith looked over his shoulder at him, fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood “Who is Mesperyian.”
La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
Summary: You’ve been helplessly in love with your brother’s best friend all your life, but he can’t see you as anything other than a little sister.
Pairing: Wonho(?) x Reader (feat. Jungkook) ((let me live))
Word Count: 8.8k
Warning(s): No smut in this chapter but I’ll promise there will be in the next chapters!
A/N: Hi! So I’ve actually had this done for quite awhile and was debating on whether or not to post it in it’s entirety but I have a lot in store for this idea so I decided to do it in parts! This idea is based off of these pics here xxx of Wonho cuz he just looks so boyfriend & I love him so hardgysasjsknc. And I’m tagging this as a Jungkook scenario because you’ll be seeing him more eventually. Also, I’m working on drabbles in the meantime as well DON’T THINK I FORGOT THEM OK I’LL BE POSTING ONE SOON hope you enjoy this in the meantime!!
I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz
Warnings: mention of rape
A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.
You sat on
your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was
always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window
tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in
front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your
bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of
six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out
with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced
you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck.
“What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you.
Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark,
but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath
against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back
and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone
around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you
mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed,
sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You
were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with
the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing
videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in.
He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to
provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her
outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he
wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce
raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping
and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that
Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do
or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if
something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you
are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry
written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need
to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands
into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He
looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your
head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?”
He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled,
walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone,
while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered
after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that
Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I
want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your
hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into
the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek
comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always
made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him
so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind
his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned
him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears
you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him
tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged
You lay in
your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his
heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your
back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw
him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that
smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing
could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly
grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your
stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing
spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know
how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face,
almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at
that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You
hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush
creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on
his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled
when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling,
after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a
short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your
headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet
kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent
and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised.
Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought
you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When
Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the
same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw
up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling
shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit
it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not
exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit.
I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him
by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning
the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love
you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and
sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the
same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my
calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You
walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because
I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No
because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to
yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You
laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day
in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking,
while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing
his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into
another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby.
I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you
over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the
rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and
for that night everything was perfect.
Author’s note: Hi!! I don’t wanna give anything away, but let me know if you sort of saw hints before this part? Any and all feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoy!
Harry’s hair is a weird length.
You play with your lower lip as you watch him run a hand through the mess of curls. Locks twist around his ears and hang over the frame of his glasses, despite his constant push to get them out of his face. You don’t know why he won’t just get a trim.
“’S my aesthetic,” he told you when you asked. “Poets are supposed t'look messy, yeah?”
Green eyes find yours from across the room and you watch as Harry’s blank expression is replaced by a smirk. You have to bite into your lower lip to keep from grinning at him. Your eyes only peel away from his face when Dr. Glasser dismisses the class and everyone starts to leave the room. You close your notebook and begin to pack away your things.
*smugly smirks, letting a faint chuckle as you drag him in* “You know if you wanted to come here, you could’ve told me a long time ago, babygirl.” *playfully smacks your ass as the two of you walk around, browsing all the different things they had* “I actually am really tempted to buy a lot of this stuff, now- god I should’ve brought my card with me.”
*shyly grins while his eyes fall on this hog-tying restraint set* “Y/n, I’m gonna get this-” *pulls it down from the shelf as waves it in front of you- giving you a cheeky wink* “I need to try this on you tonight, princess.”
“Ahhh, Jagi really?” *blushes as you pull him into the store, but immediately gets over it- taking interest in nearly everything* “You know, we should buy a ball gag- you’re really loud, I swear the neighbors are gonna call the cops one day.” *giggles as you lightly smack his arm*
*gives you this cheeky grin as the two of you walk over to the bdsm section of things* “Babygirl, you know everything we buy I’ll want to test on you tonight, right?” *moves behind you as you nod, his hands caressing your curves before giving your butt an enticing little squeeze* “I bet you’ll love every minute of being tied up and at my disposal, huh?”
*chuckles as the two of you walk into the store* “I swear you’re something else, princess” *strays away from you, heading over to the restraints hanging from the wall* *buys a few things without telling you what they are*
You; “Come on just tell me, babe.”
*shakes his head, giggling* ‘Not uh, you’ll just have to wait til later.”
*pretends to be flustered, covering his eyes the instant he sees the dildos on the other side of the shop* “Y/n, why would you bring me here I’m a child of God- I’m too pure for this.”
You; *rolls your eyes* “Oh shut up, last night you fucked my face until I couldn’t breathe, shall I go on?”
*smirks as he remembers how badly he wrecked you* “No, no need- I remember, especially when I fucked you til your eyes rolled back.”
*nearly unfazed as he follows you around the store, inspecting the different items* “Mhmmm, I think I want to buy one of these and some rope.” *shows you a spider gag (a gag meant to keep you from shutting your mouth) with a cheeky look on his face* “I wanna face fuck you tonight, maybe this will help prevent you from stopping me.”
When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones.
And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.