it's hard to tell what he's saying

anonymous asked:

Just wanted to say something about the post regarding Arthur's arm - if I remember correctly, the prosthetic should actually be placed a little higher than the injury for it to hold on, so he would probably have his arm down to his mid-bicep. Sorry if this is wrong or doesn't make sense, English isn't my first language .-.

Its possible. Hard to tell much about it cause we dont really know how ‘realistic’ it is. If its like, full on automail style impossibly advanced and actually grafted to his body, or just slightly more advanced then what we currently have and sits on his arm/shoulder with straps and such.

Magical baby finder!

Say it with me now everybody;



a magical baby-finder what can tell Anakin Skywalker who his children are.





Darth Vader doesn’t know who Luke is until he’s told the name of the Force sensitive pilot who destroyed the Death Star. He couldn’t even sense Luke until Luke actually used the Force in the Death Star trench. Untrained Force sensitives do not go PING PING PING on your handy dandy Force Radar, even less the “magical relationship and baby-finder” extra app that doesn’t exist.

Darth Vader can’t tell that Leia is his daughter because she isn’t trained and thus doesn’t ping in the Force and they have no personal relationship and Vader… doesn’t know who she is to him.

Darth Vader can’t tell Luke is his son before he’s told his name. Their handy dandy telepathic connection? Does not come into existence until AFTER Luke has been told who Vader is and thus is as aware of Vader (and who/what he is) and there’s enough of something like a “relationship” for the Force to ping off on.

The Force, friends, droids, galactic citizens of the Republic and Empire and various sundry criminal elements and Hutts,

is not


magical baby-finder

tapthestripe  asked:

So Zarya and Lucio have tattoos but what other members of overwatch would be willing to get one and/or what would they get?

tbh, I could see almost all the members of Overwatch having at least some sort of tattoo, but these were the three that stood out the most for me


Gabriel Reyes without a doubt has at least one tattoo from his Blackwatch days – it became a rite of passage of sorts, the first group of Blackwatch all going out after their first “successful” mission and all got the Blackwatch logo tattooed on their chest, right side, below the clavicle – today it can be hard to see, but he still knows it’s their and feels its weight on his chest.


Jesse would of course, have the Blackwatch tattoo mentioned above, but I can also see him getting the date that Jack and Gabriel saved him tattooed on his forearm in roman numerals - harder to tell what it is to passersby that way, and if someone like his lover pressed he’d just smile and say that it’s something he can’t ever forget.

D. Va

Hana would end up doing a charity livestream of a rib piece as a memorial for the people she lost. It’d be this beautiful watercolor piece that went from her ribs to her hips, she’ll end up crying when she sees it in the mirror once it’s finished, reminding her that even though they’re gone, they’ll always be with her.

“The storm catches everyone, eventually. Does it matter?”

I frequently think about what matters to me the most: my kids, my family, my home. In my depression I wonder whether the work will really amount to anything, whether I’m ever doing enough. I’m tough, but life is tougher. The storm caught Fleet, in the story Kaladin tells to Wit, though he ran as fast and as hard as he could.

Like Kaladin, I focus on that part, weighing the meaning of the story against its outcome. Fleet could never outrun the storm. He wasn’t good enough, not fast enough.

Then, what was the point? Was any of it worth it?

What I think Wit is saying (as if it’s actually ever straightforward or simple, but let’s pretend for a moment) is that the end actually doesn’t matter. No one outruns death. As Death says in Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, “You lived what anybody gets…You got a lifetime. No more. No less.”

We know what will happen. The storm comes. Death (or hardship, if you prefer) comes for everyone. But does that equal defeat?

I think Wit was trying to tell Kaladin what he knows but has not yet absorbed: Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.

Life is hard. Life kicks your butt. But life is about what you do, the experience of living it, not how it ends or that it ends. It’s made up of the journey and not the arrival. If Fleet had decided that he wouldn’t run unless he knew he could have everything he wanted by the end, he wouldn’t have started.

I realized recently that my all-or-nothing, black-and-white thinking defeats me in a different way than I had imagined: there is no achieving perfection - that’s a false ideal. I will never be able to make the perfect series of choices and enjoy a perfect life. But I am able to end up with the ‘nothing,’ if I despair enough and give up. Against my intuition, happiness is in the grey areas: not the white, which is impossible, or the black, which is failure. It’s in between. It’s being alright with not getting everything you want. That doesn’t mean that you don’t live or enjoy or use your strengths. You fling yourself against the rocks of life and you don’t ask the cost.

The point of Fleet’s race was not to win; the point was to RUN.

Journey before destination.

Keep running.


“What about this one? This one looks pretty good.”

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

You turned to look at Sam, your eyes narrowed at him.

“That’s what you’ve said about the last dozen trees we’ve looked at,” you said.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he said with a laugh. “They’ve all been nice. I don’t have any hard and fast opinions on any of these trees. They all kind of look the same to me.”

“If I’d known you were going to be such a grinch about this, I would have asked your brother or Cas to help me,” you muttered, turning back to the fir and walking its circumference.

“If I were being a grinch, I’d be saying they all look horrible,” Sam said, still grinning at you. “They’re nice, Y/N. Every tree here. I just kind of wish you’d pick one so we could get out of the cold.”


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You laugh at Thor’s face when the hammer barely moves for Steve. He looks nervous, until Steve can’t get it up. The Asgardian laughs. “Nothing.”

“Alright, (y/n). Your turn.” Maria says.

You shake your head. “No no no.” Your fellow Avengers begin to tell you to try. “There’s no way!” you protest.

“Come on, (y/n). Tony did it, and we all knew he didn’t have a chance.” Clint says, smiling.

Tony turns to look at him. “What is that supposed to mean, birdbrain?”

Before the argument can go further, you stand up. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

You walk over to the hammer, and wrap both hands around its handle. The others watch in silence, which makes you nervous. Thor is smiling pleasantly.

Rolling your eyes good-naturedly, you pull the hammer as hard as you can … And it comes up from the table.

Everyone’s jaw drops, including yours. For once, Tony is speechless, and you drop Mjolnir back on the table in shock. Looking at Thor, he just stares to you in wonder.

Ange helps someone with a crush and feels good about life

Okay so: There’s this boy in my english class..Lets call him..Jack .Well for a few weeks now Jack has always chatted with me before class starts. Today was no different. Well we’re talking..he sighs and says “Ange I-i have a problem” I asked what was wrong he says “Its something girls normally deal with..” and then told me how he has a crush on this guy in his gym class

he looked so happy talking about him and hes like “I freeze when he shows up. and then we talked and joked about how talking to guys is hard.

so i gave him some tips  and hes gonna keep me updated on how things go!

im so honored that he felt he could tell me and im really happy for him bless jack’s heart

I like to call this one “Marriage Advice” or  “Some of the Things I’ve Learned by Being a Wife for One Year and Seven Months

always put each other first. think of what he needs most, and be it. think of what would make him happy, and do it. even little things. especially little things!

encourage constantly, but don’t be afraid to call him out when he’s being lame, and don’t get defensive if he calls you out for being lame – you’re on the same team.

laugh together a lot. also, kiss a lot. have sex a lot too, obviously, but i think laughing and kissing are pretty important, maybe even more important.

be honest with how you’re feeling and always tell the truth, even if its awkward or sad or scary or hard. if you’re mad, say it. if he hurt your feelings, say it. if you are so happy you can’t even stand it, say it. if you want to leave the party, say it. if you sometimes can’t believe how lucky you are to be his wife, say it. if you feel distant, say it. he can’t read your mind, don’t expect him to. be honest always. (also, dropping hints rarely works. be as straight-forward as you can get.)

save money, you will need it someday, whether for medical bills or car trouble or to take your tired butts on a vacation. it helps to have some money set aside. 

don’t talk badly about him to other people.

pray for your marriage a lot. like a lot.

if you ever have babies, make sure you figure out how to be a married couple again, and not just parents.

make time for dates and real quality time. put away your phones and computer and TV shows and have real conversations, without distractions. make time each night to hear about his day and to talk about yours.

make him dinner from time to time, even if you don’t know how to cook meat very well and you burn the rice and the dessert crumbles into oblivion. he will appreciate it so much.

realize how blessed you are and be thankful. find joy in the little things.

try to always think the best of each other. don’t assume everything was meant to hurt you and don’t take every little thing personally, because some things just aren’t (but others definitely are, and you should address those).

don’t compare your marriage to anyone else, I mean it.  

share fears and struggles and worries (rather than keeping them to yourself), and face them head-on, together. its way better than facing them alone, trust me.

be silly, have tickle fights and dance parties, jump on him when he dutch-ovens you.

wake up together and go to sleep together. take it one day at a time. choose to love each other every single day, one day at a time.

anonymous asked:

“ don’t you think you’re a little old to be using cheesy pick-up lines? ” DAMN DO THIS WITH PETER AHA

A/N: I really loved writing this, you saved me, i love this I’m proud. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Originally posted by pans-dreamshade-of-neverland

Peter had been on your back all week, shooting you with pick up lines which were…. Well, some flattering others seemed like he had the youngest lost boy tell him what to say. You were already attracted to him and part of you was aching to just jump him. But you couldn’t help milk to situation a little more, it was just too funny how hard he was trying. 

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anonymous asked:

What was said in the dre/William convo that made it seem they weren't on the same page regarding Kevin?

William was telling Dre he tells Kevin everything. If he can’t find Dre or she’s not available he talks to him, and he trust him. They were talking about the people they have in the house and William said “I have you and Kevin.”

On the other hand Dre was saying he can’t trust Kevin that Kevin would nominate him and vote to evict him if given the chance. That Kevin is cold hearted and plays with his mind not his heart. William was not too happy about her say those things about Kevin.

Dre also said that she thinks Kevin really likes William but it’s a game. Because William implied the night they kissed a few times it was Kevin making the first moves. 

Lets compare Kaladin, Shallan, and suffering.

Kaladin has had a hard time. So has Shallan, and I’m not going to belittle either of them by saying one had it worse than the other. What I want to compare is the way they each react to the abuse the other has suffered.

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Witch Bitch

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Slight Stiles x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Writer:  thatgirlwholikestowritestories
 Inspired by (X): You let Stiles in on a little secret…

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‘I love you.’ That’s what both Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are thinking. They’re just too scared to say it out loud. Until Nico decides to say it anyway. Solangelo one shot.

I love you

That’s what he wanted to say.

I love you

Of course he did. Will Solace loved Nico Di Angelo.

I love you

He couldn’t tell him, though. He would be crazy to. Everything he so carefully built around Nico and himself would crumble. Being Nico’s friend was hard enough. He pushed everyone that came too close, away. It had taken Will days and weeks and months to find a place in Nico’s life.
He figured out that Nico didn’t hide that much at night and had managed to make him open up. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he already had a mask on during the night: the darkness surrounding him. Maybe it had to do with the fact that other people were afraid of the dark. Maybe it had to do with the fact that everything was quiet during the night. Will didn’t know. All he knew was that Nico let him in and that was enough. Because Nico was beautiful. On the outside, sure. But even more on the inside. A place few people knew. A place Will got to know through hard work and endurance.
Nico finally let Will see a part of him through friendship and Will wasn’t ruining that simply by speaking. Maybe one day he’d have the courage to tell him how he felt. Even if it meant having Nico cut him off for good. But not tonight. He wasn’t ready to risk that just yet.

I love you I love you I love you

That’s what he wanted to say.
Instead he said: ‘Goodnight, Death Boy.’

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kayblue  asked:

I haven't been with anyone since him. Our breakup was forced, not wanted. Now he lives over a thousand miles away, and we are still in touch. He tells me he loves me, and talks about our children (future) I love him more than I ever thought was possible. Everyone tells me to move on. At least for now. And there is this guy at my job who I am pretty sure is flirting with me. If he asks me out, I don't know what to say. I love him, don't know if its the right thing to be with someone else.

If you still love the man, tell the other guy you’re in a complicated relationship. A long distance relationship but first get reassurance that you guys are still together. Loving people is hard. I know. You know. We all know. But if you don’t want to move on from this other guy don’t, don’t move on. And maybe every now and then you guys can visit each other. See how you guys are doing. Or you can go by the saying. If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you it’s yours, if it doesn’t, it never was, and it’s not meant to be.

anonymous asked:

riley whatever posted a video on youtube w the title "are genital preferences transphobic?" i mean, i dont even know what to say? trans ppl literally want the whole world to change for them - change language, change our sexuality, change laws, every fucking thing. i'm sick of it. sick of it. sick of them. i try not to be all anti-transgender but they make it very hard when their role models are always fucking rapists and abusers and ppl who advocate for rape of gay ppl. its a sick sick movement.

yeah he also posted an “everyone is a little bi” video

well that’s what happens when you tell a mentally ill person that their delusions of gender are actually real :/

anonymous asked:

i feel like yata needs to be appreciated more often so please tell me how many times a day does saruhiko think about how much he loves his cute baby boyfrien

Yata always needs more appreciation, he is precious. I imagine that Fushimi thinks about Yata a lot even though he has trouble vocalizing it, he probably has trouble admitting even to himself how much he totally loves Yata. I always tend to imagine that Fushimi goes to bed later than Yata and Yata wakes up earlier than Fushimi unless Fushimi’s specifically going in to work so Fushimi probably either way gets some nice quiet time to just look at Yata’s sleeping face and be in love. Like imagine Fushimi comes in late from work one day and Yata’s been waiting up for him but finally just conked out on the couch. Fushimi staggers in totally wiped out, exhausted and dragging his feet and maybe it was a rough mission so he’s a little on edge too. He sees Yata sleeping on the couch and has a moment of mixed feelings, because Yata looks so cute and peaceful but there’s probably some guilt because Yata waited up and all and here’s Fushimi disappointing him. Fushimi wanders into the kitchen planning on just eating whatever he can grab from the fridge but then he finds a nice covered plate of leftovers with a note from Yata saying he guesses Fushimi’s had a long day so here have some actual nutrition you stupid monkey and then go to bed. Fushimi kinda stares at the note for a minute and then goes and reheats the food and eats. Afterward he’s headed back to the bedroom when he sees Yata there still asleep on the couch and Fushimi kinda leans over the back of the couch so that he can stroke Yata’s hair a little. Yata doesn’t even stir, just snores a little, and Fushimi ends up standing there for a few minutes just looking down at Yata with this little smile on his face, not even really realizing it as he just drinks in the sight of his boyfriend. Imagine Fushimi hasn’t even managed to actually say the words ‘I love you’ yet but as he stares at Yata he thinks about it over and over again, ’I love you. I love you.’ And then finally Yata stirs and wakes up, the sleepiness draining away from his face as his eyes focus on Fushimi and his face just lights up with a smile as he says ‘welcome back.’ Fushimi’s probably so happy that it’s dark so Yata can’t see him blushing as he keeps thinking it again, how much he loves the way Yata’s eyes light up like that for him and how dazzling Yata’s smile is and how very in love Fushimi is with him.

Drunk Confessions Pt. 3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

Skate’s POV

     Finally I find y/n laying on the floor completely unconscious. I pick her up and place her on the couch. I try to wake her up but fail. I see no signs of alcohol poisoning so I decide to wait and let it run its course. Derek sits next to me on the couch. “Has she ever done this before?” he asks me. “No, never. It’s probably all because of me. I should have never tried to mess with her.” I tell him. “You were just being protective it’s understandable.” Derek says.  I try to believe what he says but it’s hard. That’s no excuse. I’ve really got to do something for her to show I’m sorry. I start to think of things we did in our childhood that she would love to do again. Or maybe I can take her back to Toronto where she was before I made her move. I could bring Derek. She’d enjoy it. I look to my left and see Derek asleep on the couch. His head beside y/n’s. I lay down and drift off into sleep.

Your POV

     You wake up with a migraine and nausea. It doesn’t take long to remember what happened last night. You look up and see Derek next to you, Nate on the other side of him. You look to the clock and see its noon. You go to the bathroom and wash your face in the sink. You then head to the kitchen to get aspirin. After taking the pills you turn around and walk into a figure. You recognize Derek’s tattoo on his stomach and smile. You look up to him and he has a disappointed look on his face changing your expression.

    “What was up with that last night?” He says to you. You shrug your shoulders and look down to the floor. He takes his hand under your chin and pulls your head up. You push his hand away not wanting to talk about it. He grabs you by the waist and sits you on the kitchen counter. So your faces are at the same height. “I get it you’re stressed, but if you ever do this again I will send you to a drinking class got it?” he says. You don’t believe he has the guts to do it but you nod your head in agreement anyway. You feel his hands start to trail your back as you guys lock lips. “I don’t care if you guys do this, but not in front of me please.” You hear Nate say from behind. You ignore Nate as you’re still mad at him. Derek turns around and gets something out of the fridge leaving you on the counter. “Y/n can I talk to you inside for a minute.” Nate asks you. You hop off of the counter and walk inside, Nate on the couch and you on the arm. “Look I understand what I did was fucked up. I was just being protective but I know that’s not an excuse. I want to make it up to you. What if we all went on a trip back to Toronto? With Derek and then I’d bring a friend. We could spend a week of you touring us around the city. What do you think?” Nate asks. You decide not to hold the grunge over him. Yeah what he did was fucked up but it’s the first time he’s done something like this. You get off of the arm and walk towards Nate. You smile seeing that he really wants to do this for you. You stand in front of him and he lets out a small smirk.

     “I would love that.” You say before embracing him in a hug. “I really missed you y/n. Even for the short time it was. I never realized how much I needed you.” He says. Your hug gets tighter at his words. “When are we leaving?” You ask Nate. “Help me find a hotel/flight and we’ll leave tonight.” He says. You run into the kitchen grabbing Derek’s laptop and running back over to your brother. You quickly search up hotels and flights. You book both. “We have to go home and pack” You say to Nate. He agrees. “Derek do you want to meet us back at my house tonight?” Nate asks. “Yeah I will.” He responds. You swiftly give him a kiss and run out the door into Nate’s car. You get home and pack your bags. You start to feel anxious as you feel as if you’re forgetting something. Your train of thought is stopped when you see a new face sitting on the couch. You see him stare at you and you stare back. He looks familiar but you’ve never come into contact with him. He’s attractive, long eye lashes.

     “Hey y/n have you seen my tooth brush.” Nate says breaking you out of your trans. “Uh yeah it’s in the 2nd bathroom down here. You say pointing towards the hall behind you. “I see you and Sam have met again?” He says. Again? “No I don’t believe we’ve ever met” you say. Sam stands up holding his hand out to you to shake. You shake it “We have.” He says winking. You get lost in his eyes for a minute. He lets go of your hand and sits back down. You follow Nate into the hall. “Where’s John?” You ask him hoping that Sam is not the one going on the trip with you. “He doesn’t have his passport renewed so he can’t come. You remember Sam. He was my best friend back in Omaha.” Suddenly it clicks. Sam, the scrawny kid with the freckles. Damn he grew up. You hear the doorbell ring and answer it. It’s Derek. He walks in kissing your forehead. He then walks up to Sam and does some kind of handshake with him. ‘He knows him?’ you say to yourself. “Hey babe where’s your bag?” Derek asks. “It’s upstairs.” You say leading him up. He grabs it for you and heads downstairs. “Give me 5 more minutes and we’ll head out!” You hear Nate scream from upstairs. You can’t help but smile ear to ear. You get to show Nate and Derek the city you’ve come to love. You hope Derek falls in love, so you could possibly move there with him one day. Although it would be hard with him being and LA native. Derek notice you smiling and smiles back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.” He says

Finally everyone is ready to go and you head out of the door.

Your POV

     The flight was simple. Four hours. Since it was late at night everyone was asleep. You guys checked into the hotel around 4am. Nate was still being slightly protective so he made you sleep in the same bed as him, with Derek and Sam in the other. The next morning you wake up but everyone else is still asleep. You see there is a Tim Horton’s across the street. You get dressed in the bathroom and head down. You order a dozen donuts to bring back. While walking into the elevator you see Sam walk out. “Are those for us?” He asks pointing to the box. You nod yes. “Well then looks like I’m going back upstairs.” He says laughing. You notice him staring so you look towards him to see what’s up. “Damn you’ve grown up nice.” He says.

You roll your eyes and ignore it. He clearly hasn’t grown up other than looks. You get into the room and see Derek and Skate still sleeping. You leave the donuts on the dresser under the TV. You pull out your laptop and start looking for things to do. There’s so many things you don’t know where to start. You know you definitely want to go to the Island with Derek alone. Especially since you haven’t had your proper date yet. You suddenly feel a body on your left.

“Good morning baby.” You hear Derek moan. “What are you looking at?” He asks. “I’m thinking our first proper date should be on the island. There’s a ton of stuff to do there.” You say. He looks at the pictures over your shoulder. “Should we go tonight?” he questions. “Do you think it’d be okay to go on the first night?” You ask him. He nods and kisses your neck causing your heart to flutter. He then walks into the bathroom. “What’s up with that?” You hear Sam ask. “They’re dating isn’t it crazy?” Nate says from the other side of the room. “You’re dating him?” Sammy asks shocked.

“Yeah is there a problem?” You say to Sam. He shakes his head then gets up and starts going through his bag. About half an hour later the boys are ready. You’re walking out to the street next to Nate with Derek and Sam in front of you. While walking through the door Sam holds his hand out “After you” He says. You huff, roll your eyes and keep walking. Derek now next to you “What was up with that?” He asks. “He thinks he can hit on me because I use to know him back in Omaha.” You say sternly. “He hit on you?” Derek says shock looking back at him. “Mhmm.” You say shaking your head. You guys reach the side walk. They all follow you since you know where you’re going. You decided to take them to the CN Tower first since it’s the iconic symbol of Toronto. You and Derek walk hand in hand the whole way. He’ll rub your thumb with his every once in a while, forcing you to smile. You get to the tower. On occasion the boys would be boys and get on your nerves slightly. You did love how goofy they were. When they’re not working they stop being so serious and let their guard down. Sometimes you regretting being in public with them though. We get to the top and all the boys start taking pictures. You go out to the deck that leads outside. You enjoy the view and fresh air. You then feel a body from behind.

At first you thought it was Derek until you feel a watch on the wrist. Derek wasn’t wearing a watch. You quickly turn around to see Sam.

“Get the fuck off of her!”

Derek’s POV

I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Being with y/n and hanging out with my friends in a city I haven’t been too yet. It was a dream come true. A dream I didn’t even know I had. We get to the top and the view is incredible.

We head over to the glass floor and start looking down. I see y/n head out onto the deck that leads outside. I stay with Skate taking a couple pictures. I see Sam disappear. I remember what y/n said about him hitting on her. I didn’t believe it at first with Sam being such a good friend, but yet again Skate set me up before. I walk outside to see exactly that. His arms around her waist. I see her push him off in disgust. That’s my girl, but who the fuck does he think he’s fooling? The sight of it makes my blood boil.  “Get the fuck off of her!” I scream at him pulling him away. “Look man I-“ I cut him off. “If I ever see you touch her again you’re going to wish you never even met her.”

Skate then jumps in between us. He pulls Sam aside and I pull y/n back into the tower. “Thank you for that.” She says. “You tell me if he touches or even talks to you again okay?” I say to her. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again. She nods and I kiss her on the cheek. I decided I now want to leave. I text Skate and tell him we’re going to the island. ‘Have fun’ he responded. Y/n and I then head down. We took a cab to the ferry instead of walking. While waiting for the boat a couple of fans had stopped us and asked for pictures. We then realize we never even told the fans we were dating. Skate only found out two days ago. They all ask and when we confirm you can see a couple of them give y/n a look and talk under their breaths. I pull her aside under my arm. “Don’t worry about them.” I say to her. She ignores it. We get on the ferry and what I see is beyond incredible. “You can see the whole skyline.” I said in awe. Y/n laughed at me in amusement. I never knew something like this could make me feel so, calm. I never ever imagined being with my dream girl looking out onto a skyline like this. I see why she loved it here so much.

The island was better than I could imagine. It was perfect for our first date. Y/n kept pointing to things and explaining them. I have to admit I wasn’t quite paying attention as I couldn’t stop admiring how happy she looked. She looked as if she didn’t have a care, like the whole world was in her hands.

Your POV

You and Derek decide to go to a restaurant first. You guys get a table out on the deck looking out onto the river that cuts through the island.  There is a couple yachts out there that catch your attention. Derek notices you starring. “I’ll buy us one, one day.” He says. “I actually have a fear of boats. I just like to look at them.” You respond. He laughs at you. “I’ll help you get over that fear.” He says smirking and winking. You can’t help but smile back. “I’d love to see you try” You tease him. It was nice to finally be alone with Derek and not have to worry about anyone. It gives you a feel of a real relationship. You guys finish up and head out to the pier. Derek enjoys teasing you and picking you up by the waist twirling you around.

He pretends to try and throw you off of the pier just to hear you scream and laugh. You guys then rent out bikes and ride to the light house. “You know they say that the old keeper of the light house was accidentally killed and then his parts were scattered all over the island causing it to be haunted.” You tell Derek. You see him get nervous. “Then why are we here? I’m not trying to die.” He says turning around. “Awhhh is someone afraid of ghosts?” You laugh. He ignores it and keeps biking. You follow. “You know there is a nude beach here? One out of the only three in Canada.” You say smiling. “Oh no, if anyone was going to see you naked it’d be me, and only me.” He says. You laugh and start to pull the bottom of your shirt up to tease him. He takes his shirt off and puts it on you. It’s so big it covers your whole outfit. You can tell he thoroughly enjoys it as he stops and stares admiring you in his clothes. He then checks his phone. “Hey Skate just texted me and asked if we wanted to go to a club with him and Sam tonight are you interested?” Derek asks. “Depends, will you and Sam cooperate?” You say. “I will if he does.” He responds. “Then yeah let’s go!” You say excitedly. You guys head back to the hotel and get changed. You guys decided to go to Uniun since they supposedly have amazing light shows.

You arrive and it’s extremely crowded. You start walking to the bar and see a familiar group of girls. “Y/n!!!” They scream. It then clicks. They’re your old friends from school. You laugh as they embrace you in a group hug.

Derek’s POV

I feel y/n slip out of my hand as she runs towards a group of girls calling her name. I wanted her to stay with me but I can tell she misses her old friends. She did randomly have to just pack up and leave this place. She really misses it I can tell. I then feel someone tap my shoulder taking my focus off of it. “Hey man I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry for before and I won’t touch her again. I just kind of let it take over me when I saw how much she’s grown up.” Sammy says to me handing me a drink. I didn’t want to fight Sammy he’s one of my friends. “No hard feelings” I say giving him a fist bump. As the night goes on I see y/n disappear. I go out to find her. I really wanted to spend this night with her but her friends took her away. “Dude you’re going to want to come see this.” I hear Sammy say. I follow him into the VIP room and I see two tall stocky men with their arms on either side of y/n. “Who the fuck are they?” I hear Skate say on the other side of me. I see her push them off but then they follow back and do it again. She walks into the girl’s bathroom to get away from them but I see they go after her. Anger fills my body and I run after him. Sammy and Skate behind me. I bust open the door and see one behind her and the other in front pulling her closer to him. I hear a slight scream of terror from her which pushes me over my breaking point. I completely black out from anger. Not paying attention to a thing. I see one of the males run out bleeding from the mouth before I feel Skate pull me off of the male I had beaten pretty badly. As soon as my mind catches up I feel a strong sting from my cheek and blood from my lip. Y/n rushes over with a wet paper towel and starts dabbing my wounded area. “We should head back to the hotel.” She says to me. Sammy and Skate stay as they’re still in good shape. We get back and I lay on the bed. Y/n runs out with the ice bucket. She comes back putting the ice in a bag and wrapping a paper towel around it. She straddles my body while she lays the ice on my cheek. I hiss in pain as the wound is still fresh. She then takes a towel with alcohol on it and rubs my bottom lip. This time I grunt in pain as it stings. She laughs enjoying the fact I’m in pain for once. She then blows on the sting cooling it down making it feel better. I moan as it now feels better. I can see y/n enjoying the noises I make so I send her a smirk. She can’t help but giggle. I didn’t like when she does things for me only because I want to spoil her. But I could get use to this nurse thing. The way her eyes sparkle knowing she’s taking care of me is a sight I’d never trade. She lays her head down on my chest. Relaxing the rest of her body on mine. I loved the feeling of her on me. Her presence was something indescribable. The butterflies in my stomach start to tell me something. I think I’m falling in love.

Your POV

You were happy you had someone like Derek around to protect you. It made you feel secure. Taking care of him was something you loved. You laughed as he winced in pain. It showed he’s not as tough as he makes himself seem. You lay down on him enjoying the feeling of him under you. You enjoyed being in control every once in a while. Your stomach churns as you can’t help but feel in love as you drift off into sleep.

*I’m sorry if this sucked and is short I’m drugged up from my wisdom teeth medicine. I hope you enjoy and a HUGE thank you to @wilkinsonsmainchick​ for helping me out with ideas for this part!*

Infj (guy) and enfp (girl) chemistry.
  • Infj : *talks about this wonderful opportunity hes getting into; sounds excited and passionate*
  • Enfp: *listens to every word carefully taking in all he says. Falls in love with his passion. For a moment she drifts off processing what hes telling her. *
  • Infj: *gently* come back to me ENFP. Whats got u with that look on ur face?
  • Enfp: *blushes* im sorry...i-i was listening i swear its just...i was thinking....
  • Infj: *sparkling smile* what about? Looks like it had u thinking hard*
  • Enfp: *reiterates all he said and explains how what she thought ties in*
  • Infj: *listens intently looking her straight in the eyes with their see all stare*
  • Enfp: *talks without thought of being possibly judged as she holds his gaze lost in it*
  • Infj: ure really smart o.o ! It amazes me. Im not exactly... bookish. No gift for it -but u have a gift! That and pretty eyes.... Did u know they get bright when ure passionate about something? Ure really attentive too. Im not a prideful kinda guy but Ure an ego boost u know that?
  • Enfp: *blushes hard* how so?
  • Infj : ure a great listener, u heard all i had to say about my buisness dreams ...which others would find boring...and u looked at me like im the only one who exists...made me feel pretty damn special and interesting ...and more confident too.
  • Enfp: oh o///o! Well im glad i could and make u feel special. I mean i didnt do much....*babbles*
  • Infj: *laughs* ure fangirling again ENFP xD
  • * get caught up in each others company and bond over a game of word tower*
Oh Baby

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, “How am I going to tell Harry?” 

You laid back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling..How was he going to react? What would he say? What would management say? What would the world say? You stood up and looked in the mirror, at least you had an excuse for the extra weight you had gained… Your phone started ringing and Harry’s face popped up on the screen.

“Hey love, Paul said you’re at the hotel..You okay?”

“Mhm” you mumbled. Should you tell him now…should you tell him later.. ugh this is hard, you thought.

“You don’t sound okay..whats going on babe?” 

“Its nothing. I’ll tell you later.” you told him. “I’m gonna stop and grab some food before heading back to the arena, want anything?” 

“No…You sure you don’t want to tell me something?”

You sighed and bit your lip. “Im sure. I’ll see you soon H, love you.”

“Love you too..”

You decided to drive your car back to the arena, which was the first bad decision you made, but you wanted to tell Harry alone on the way home from the concert. The second bad decision you made was bringing the fucking tests with you and leaving them face up in the car..The final thing was asking Louis to grab your hoodie from your car because when he came back he pulled you aside and pointed down. “Got something to share?” he asked holding the tests low enough no one else could see.

“Fuck..” you said looking at him biting your lip. Tears were forming in your eyes and didnt know what to do or say. Louis pulled you around a corner and hugged you tight. “I don’t know what to do Lou, I don’t know what to do..”

“It’s alright..I’ve been somewhat in your situation and look at’ll be okay.”

“What if Harry hates me, what if he leaves me for it?” you sobbed into his shirt.

“Harry won’t leave you or hate you. Its his problem too and he will stick with you through it all. The only difficult part will be management..”

“They will make up some story and everyone will hate me..” you cried.

“Shhh…It’ll be okay love.”

“What will be okay?” Harry asked walking around the corner confused. You took a step back from Louis and and he gave Harry the warning look before walking away. “What’s going on (y/n).” he asked again, sitting down in a chair and pulling you into his lap.

“Harry…I-” you began but Liam walked by and told Harry to get in place. “I’ll tell you after..”

“No. It can wait. What’s been bothering you all day love?”

“I don’t want to mess up the show..”

“(y/n) tell me whats going on.” He said again clearly getting frustrated.

You didnt know what to say. You broke down crying sobbing into his shoulder and clinging to his body for life. “I-I think I-I’m pregnant and I don’t want you to leave me…” you cried. Harry froze. He slowly pulled you away from his chest and looked down at your belly. 

“You’re what?” he asked again in awe.

“I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant..” you continued crying. 

“Did you take a test?” You pulled the three tests out of your pocket and showed him with tears falling down your face. Harry took them and looked at the positive sign on each one. He then carefully placed them on the ground and pulled you close kissing your lips gently. “Babe, this is great!” he said cheerfully. 

“It is?” you asked confused.

“Yes, I mean sure…we are a little young, but theres no one else id rather have carrying my baby.”

You smiled and kissed him sweetly. “I love you so much Harry.”

“I love you too and you.” he said rubbing your belly. “Now Ive got a show to do and tomorrow we will get you to the doctor and go from there. Okay?” 

You nodded and wished him luck. The concert went great and Harry had no shortage of baby jokes, and only Louis knew why. We decided to go to the doctor first before telling anyone. 

The next day Harry gripped your hand and walked with you into the room. They confirmed you were pregnant and handed you a small sonogram. “Most likely you are around 3-4 months pregnant.” The doctor confirmed, “you probably had lighter periods early on and thats why you just noticed. Very common.”

Harry and I called my parents to tell them and they weren’t thrilled but also weren’t upset. Harry’s family was the same way. You and him told the guys later that night and they all congratulated you with hugs. Now was the hard 

Harry confidently held your hand walking into Simon’s office. “Harreh! (y/n)!” come in!” he said cheerfully. “What is going on?” he asked after we were seated.

“(y/n) is pregnant…” Harry mumbled looking down.

“Excuse me.” He said.

“I-I’m pregnant..” you mumbled as well. Simon took the news fairly well, partly because we had been together for years and we were still dating. He decided that the best thing to do was to ignore it, but Harry wasn’t having it. He was thrilled that he was going to be a dad. Harry pulled your shirt over your head and grinned. “What are you doing?” you asked him. He had that mischievous look on his face.

“I want to tell the world about this one.” he said leaving over and kissing your now bare belly. 

“We can’t-”

“People are already noticing your bump and we are going to so stand up and lets do this. LOUIS!” Harry yelled.

Louis walked in and threw the jersey on the bed. It was Harry’s Packers jersey and Harry tossed it over your head. He pulled you up and wrapped his hands into a heart shape on your belly and kissed your cheek. You grinned and Louis snapped the picture. Harry also took another one. He got down and placed both hands on your bump. Gently he lifted the jersey and kissed your belly. You smiled and leaned down and kissed his head. By the time you were done, Louis had taken probably 10 pictures. “Been thinking about this for a while Haz?”

“Yeah..I wanted to do something that we could both enjoy..something special. Now..Instagram!” Harry picked the kneeling picture and you picked the one with his hands on your stomach because you loved the childish grin on his face. Both of you left the caption blank and hit post. Harry pushed you back onto the bed and kissed you softly. “I love you (y/n)” he whispered. “And I love you too lil guy..” he grinned.

“Or girl, you don’t know its a boy.”

“I think its a boy.”

“I think its a girl.” you smirked. 

“Either way babe… I love you both.” 

yeah so heres the rest..dont know if I should write more on it or leave it here. Let me know what you think!