just leave me here to suffer

more sentence starters !!

here’s another compilation of my fav sentence starters bc i love making these !!  feel free to add your own (◕‿◕✿)

FLUFF:

1. “Your hair is so soft..”
2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”
3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
6. Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.
7. What? does that feel good?
8. Just pretend to be my date.
9. He/She did it. No he/she did.
10. I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.
11. It’s not a double dat. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.
12. No no–it’s alright, come here.
13. I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.
14. Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.
15. If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.
16. I think I might be falling in love with you.
17. Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.
18. It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.
19. Mmm.. you’re warm.
20. You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..
21. I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..
22. No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.
23. Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.
24. You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?
25. Please talk to me about it.
26. You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?
27.  I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..
28. I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.
29. I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.
30. I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.
31. Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?
32. So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..
33. Let’s just stay in bed.
34. We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.
35. I think I might be pregnant..
36. I want to try for a baby.
37. You would make the perfect father/mother.
38. Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.
39. I want to marry you.
40. I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.

ANGST:

41. You’re just not the same anymore..
42. It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?
43. What the hell is your problem?!
44. Why do you run away from your problems all the time?
45. You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.
46. Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?
47. I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.
48. You lost your chance.
49. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.
50. You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!
51. Calm down! You’re scaring me!
52. Don’t look at me like that.
53. Were you ever going to tell me?
54. I’m done trying to help you!
55. Sorry doesn’t fix everything.
56. You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.
57. It isn’t up for debate.
58. I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.
59. I’m fine. Stop asking.
60. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.
61. I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.
62. Pack you shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!
63. Is this how little you think of me?
64. I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.
65.Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!
66. You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?
67. Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?
68. I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!
69. We can be friends instead.
70. I tried to move on, but nobody is you.
71. Do I look like I’ve moved on?
72. I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?
73. Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.
74. I can’t take the loneliness anymore.
75. What are you talking about? You’re married!
76. I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.
77. Maybe I’m meant to be alone.
78. I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.
79. I’ve been alone for so long..
80. But you promised..

SMUT:

81. I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.
82. I want you. Right here. Right now.
83. I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.
84. It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.
85. It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?
86. Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.
87.They always make shower sex sounds so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.
88. Did you just… finish?
89. Tell me what you want.
90.Get on your knees. Now.
91.Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like..
92. I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.
93. Move your hands to the side. I want to hear you.
94. You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.
95. How bad do you want me?
96. Do you know how bad I want you?
97. I’ve been thinking about this all night.98. Don’t cover your face. I want to see you.
99. Come sit in my lap.
100. You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.

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@allistics who want to cure autism

It seems that most of the argument on curing autism and other disabilities is that people “don’t want anyone to suffer it”

But here’s the thing about autism. We’re born autistic. We don’t know anything else. And as long as I have access to my coping methods, I’m totally fine.

I’ve been autistic my entire life. I didn’t know it until a couple years ago, but I’ve been finding my own ways to deal with sensory issues since I was born. It’s not really a problem to me. I have soundproof earbuds to block out extra noise. I have a necklace full of perfume in case of a bad smell, stim toys in case I get anxious. I know ASL in case I have a nonverbal shutdown. I know how and where to seek out accommodations for myself if I need them. My autism-related problems are hardly problems at all. They’re just life for me.

So here are the reasons I suffer due to my autism:

  • when I get overwhelmed but can’t leave the room because people accuse me of being rude
  • when I can’t plug my ears if there’s a sound I can’t deal with because people accuse me of being rude
  • when I get ridiculed for stimming in public
  • when I get ridiculed for whatever my special interest is
  • when people force me to eat food I can’t eat
  • when people force me to use spoken English when I’ve gone nonverbal
  • when people talk down to me because I’m autistic
  • when people try to force me to do things that my brain can’t handle under the assumption that I can do it if I believe in myself

Notice what all those things have in common? They’re all problems caused by people who don’t try to understand that our brains are different.

We don’t suffer because of our autism. We suffer because of YOU.

So don’t give me that “nobody should have to suffer the burden of having autism” crap. If you actually cared about autistic people, you’d let us be different and try to understand the way our specialized brains work. You don’t care about us. You just don’t want to deal with us.

Tbh I always thought that the whole “I have eaten the fruit of the land of the death” excuse that Persephone gave her mother was kinda convenient so consider this:

Hades “kidnaps” Persephone, but what he’s really doing is helping his real live actual girlfriend escape the clutches of emotionally abusive/toxic mom Demeter (see “I can’t talk to my daughter for six months so I’m gonna mope and make the rest of the world suffer with me”)

Super clingy mom Demeter shows up and demands her daughter come back with her, using her own emotional stability and the fucking FATE OF THE WORLD as a guilt trip

“I would totally love to mom, but wouldn’t you know it, I ate this one pomegranate seed and as a result I’m stuck here forever so you should probs just leave and forget about me because it looks like I’m dead forev–”

Zeus shows up.

“Nah man, as king of the gods I can totes negate the effect of those pomegranate seeds, and let you go back to the real world with your mom.”

Cue frantic head shaking and silent pleads from Persephone & Hades from behind Demeter’s back for Zeus to shut the fuck up man, that is not the plan. Zeus catches on instantly.

“But only for half the year, because, uh the laws of–you know, biology or some shit?”

The goddess of flowers and the queen of hell quietly contemplates what she will plant on Zeus’s grave after she murders him.

Summer Playlist

Aries: “Let’s get lost you can take me home, somewhere nice we can be alone, bikini tops coming off” // Lady Gaga, Summerboy

Taurus: “And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind, I can never leave the past behind. I can see no way, i can see no way, I’m always dragging that horse around” // Florence + the Machine, Shake It Out

Gemini: “She was mine, I was hers, And all that’s in between. If she would cry, I would shelter her, and keep her from the darkness that will be” // Ed Sheeran, Sunburn

Cancer: “If you are breathing in my tears, I won’t let them dry. If you’re still squirming in my scar, I won’t let it heal. Even if it hurts, it’s okay if it’s you. Even if they are sad memories, it’s okay if they’re mine” Lee Hi ft. Jennie Kim, Special

Leo:  “So don’t you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard.  The stakes are high, the water’s rough, But this love is ours” // Taylor Swift, Ours

Virgo: “What is love if you’re not here with me? What is love if it’s not guaranteed? What is love if it just ups and leaves? What is love if you’re not here no more? What is love if you’re not really sure?” // V Bozeman, What is Love

Libra: “I’ll be as honest as you let me, I miss your early morning company, if you get me. You are my favorite ‘what if’. You are my best ‘I’ll never know’” // Fall Out Boy // Fourth of July 

Scorpio: “We’re nothing like we seem, passionate words are never spoken. You don’t know how I bleed when I leave your side” // Beyoncé, Satellites 

Sagittarius: “Moods that take me and erase me, and I’m painted black. You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself. It’s time that you won” // Glen Hansard, Falling Slowly

Capricorn: “You hold me without touch, You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much, than to drown in your love and not feel your rain” // Sarah Bareilles, Gravity 

Aquarius: “Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears, inciting and inviting me. Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns and calls me on and on, across the universe” // The Beatles, Across The Universe 

Pisces: “Take my hand, stay Joanne. Heaven’s not ready for you. Every part of my aching heart needs you more than the angels do” // Lady Gaga, Joanne 

the dregs as texts i've sent
  • kaz: my brother was in my dream last night i woke up cryin bc he told me im always in his way in life and he wishes i were dead so i told him to just strangle me next time
  • inej: id literally rather die than read a single page abt entitled white men
  • nina: actualy i can cause so much more pain i just choose not to bc i have a fragile heart
  • matthias: i came to talk to yall for once and u know what? im leaving
  • jesper: honestly ive aged four decades since i graduated high school
  • wylan: this just in: im gay as fuck
  • (bonus) kuwei: none of us [asked for this life] yet here we are all of us quietly suffering thru our own miseries
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LET ME CRY ABOUT MY FEELINGS ON THIS MOMENT.

Obi-Wan gets a lot of shit about the “Dreams pass in time.” comment but this is not the face of someone who doesn’t care or who is dismissing what Anakin is feeling, as we see over and over that Obi-Wan very much does love Anakin, of course he cares about what Anakin’s going through and wants him to feel better.  And we have the foreknowledge of what’s going to come of Anakin’s dreams and the tragedy that happens because of them.  

But Obi-Wan doesn’t know any of that.

He just knows that Anakin is lingering on something that is upsetting him and wants to help Anakin get past it, wants to help Anakin regain emotional balance.  I have been in that exact place so many times–when someone I care about is hurting, my immediate instinct is to fix it, fix whatever’s wrong so that they feel better and are happy again!  I love them and so I want them to not linger on this thing that’s hurting them.

If they’re worrying over nothing, this is good advice, and for all that the characters know, this is nothing, because they’re Jedi, they do have dreams that might seem important, but will pass in time.  It’s a tragedy that this isn’t one of those times, it’s a tragedy that Anakin had these dreams and then had to live through what happens later, but this moment wasn’t for lack of care, it was precisely because Obi-Wan does care for Anakin that he’s trying to help soothe what’s bothering Anakin.

Wild Space covers this as well:

Obi-Wan reacts to Anakin’s pain with sorrow and regret, but he won’t let go of Anakin, because he loves him too much for that.  And:

“I would have saved her for you if I could.”

JUST LEAVE ME HERE WITH MY FEELINGS ON THE TRAGEDY THAT IS HOW MUCH THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER BUT DON’T ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO CONVEY IT PROPERLY.

Just.  Leave me here with my feelings on how guilty Obi-Wan would have felt, how much he would have wished he could have changed things, how of course he would have saved Anakin’s mother for him if he could have, that Anakin belongs with the Jedi, in Obi-Wan’s eyes, but that doesn’t mean he would just let someone die like that, would just let Anakin suffer through that, wouldn’t understand exactly what it’s like to lose a parent and wish that you could change it, even if you still have to get up and keep going and move forward again.  OF COURSE HE UNDERSTANDS AND WOULD HAVE SAVED HER FOR ANAKIN.

ok so as i said regarding this excerpt from the winter soldier novel, i have realized that Official Movie Novelizer is my true calling and would like to apply for that position immediately. to prove i am prepared for this responsibility, i have used the passage in question as a jumping off point and written the rest of the scene. as u know, the official novelization goes like this:

Then Steve decided to open up as well. “I grew up with a guy. We grew up together.”

Sam knew by the tone in Steve’s voice it was someone who had served with him. “He make it back?” Sam asked.

Steve sighed and looked to the floor, pain in his eyes. “Killed in action.” There was a silence between them for a few seconds before Steve continued, “I’ve been through a lot of changes. I don’t know if anything hit me as hard as losing Bucky.”

“We fight for our guys, ya know?” Sam said.

now i have not actually read this book but i am reasonably sure that the next few paragraphs should go like this:

“I do know,” said Steve, looking deep into Sam’s eyes. “Nothing’s ever been more important to me than my guys.”

“Right?” Sam was getting a certain vibe from Steve but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Maybe this was just the way guys acted back in 1943. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. “Like if I had a guy right now, I would definitely treat him right.”

Steve looked in both directions like he was making sure they were alone and stepped closer to Sam. “This is amazing. No one I’ve met since I woke up understands me the way you do.”

Sam was sad to think of Steve alienated and suffering. “Oh, hey man…I’m here for you.”

Steve’s face lit up. “Really? Do you wanna leave your fulfilling and socially useful job to risk your life defying the American government at my side?”

Sam wanted to explain to this hot sweet hunk of dumbass that you can’t be so open and trusting with someone you basically met five minutes ago. On the other hand, Steve had assessed him correctly. Sam knew himself to be intrepid and loyal, a brilliant fighter with a built-in skepticism about the American government’s commitment to civil liberties. Plus, Steve looked so excited and happy Sam didn’t have the heart to say no. There was just one potential problem.

“Steve, what if your guy turns up alive with a bunch of assault rifles and starts shooting everybody?”

Steve bit his lip, clearly giving the matter some thought. Then he put his hand on Sam’s arm. “That wouldn’t be a problem for us, Sam. Of course I’d still love him…but I have so much love to give.”

Sam felt ambivalent about the possibility of having to share Steve with a brainwashed cyborg assassin, but after all it was only a hypothetical. “Okay,” he said at last.

“So you’ll do it?” Steve dropped to one knee, overcome with joy. “Really, Sam?”

“Yes, Steve,” Sam said, taking Steve’s hand. “I’ll marry you.”

marvel pls contact me for an interview at your earliest convenience

dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞
❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞
❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞
❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞
❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞
❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞
❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞
❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞
❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞
❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞
❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞
❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞
❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞
❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞
❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞
❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞
❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞
❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞
❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞
❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞
❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞
❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞
❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞
❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ 
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞
❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞
❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞
❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞
❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞
❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞
❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞
❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ 
❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞
❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞
❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞
❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞
❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞
❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞
❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞
❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞
❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞
❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞
❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞
❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞
❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞
❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞
❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞
❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞
❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞
❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fanfic where Dick is a self-sacrificing idoit and all the batboys tell him so as he clings to life/his life hangs in the balance. Sorry I have a thing for Dick and batbros angst.

If there’s one thing Damian hates more than Dick right now, is the waiting. The not knowing. Because of course Grayson’s too stupid to do even a simple thing like dying right. Because dead is dead, and alive is alive, but this hanging thing? Damian doesn’t know what to do with it. He has no gods to pray to, and not enough optimism to hope for the better either - not with wounds like the ones his brother’s suffering, anyway.

He wants to scream at him just die! Just leave me already! It’s not like I’m not used to it, but the words just won’t reach his mouth. They get lost somewhere between his stomach and his lips.

“Damian, come here.”

Stephanie’s voice is quiet, almost soft, but Damian’s trained to recognize orders no matter in what form they may come. For whatever reason, he finds himself obeying her.

Stephanie grabs his hand, makes him sit on the floor between her and Tim. Damian complies again. What does it matter anyway? Let them have their fun, let them see him crumble, useless and sentimental just like them. They’re all stupid. Corrupted. Even Todd, even Cain, the two that should know better. In the League this wouldn’t be a problem. In the League they would not be sitting on the floor, waiting to know if they’ll have to mourn one of them again. In the League there was no mourning. No brothers. No Graysons.

“He’s gonna pull through”, Stephanie says. “Just know that. He’s gonna pull through. He’ll be on his feet in no time.”

Damian doesn’t say anything. Not even when Tim pushes something into his hands. And to be honest, he notices the motion just because Tim’s fingers are cold as ice around his wrist.

“Here”, Tim says, holding out a pencil. “Write.”

Damian blinks and looks up at him.

“Write?”

“Yes”, Stephanie explains. “All the insults you have for him. All the names you want to call him when he wakes up. Just write ‘em down.”

It’s funny for Damian to not understand something. His education’s always been the best available and despite his young age, there are very few concepts that escape him. Like pop culture. And this.

“I don’t understand”, he admits. This too is something new. Admitting ignorance. But he’s talking to stupid, crazy people, so he’s probably justified in not understanding their weirdness.

“I’ll show you”, Tim offers, and Damian watches him tear off a piece of paper and writing in big, capital letters “SELF-SACRIFICING IDIOT” on it. Then Tim wraps the piece of paper in a little ball and throws it at Dick’s still form. It lands precisely in the concavity between Nightwing’s stretched legs.

Damian’s so outraged he doesn’t even have enough words to express his fury. Not that it matters, because apparently he’s lost again his ability to talk.

Taking advantage of his stunned silence, Stephanie steals the pencil from Damian’s fingers, tears off another piece of paper, and does the same thing. Her note says “UGLY ASS”.

Damian watches Todd and Cain reaching out for a new paper sheet, and Tim preparing another projectile insult. He still can’t bring himself to speak.

“We’ll force him to read all of them out loud once he wakes up”, Stephanie explains. “The goals is to make enough of them that he’ll think twice before pulling a stupid stunt like this again.”

“Oh”, Damian says. Apparently his mouth’s working again. Good.

“Good”, he repeats out loud. He looks at Dick again, then at the paper in his hand. “He shall read insults for days, then. Pay in double the time we’re spending on him. Give me back my pencil, Brown.”

Crazy as it is, this is vengeance, and vengeance, at least, Damian understands.


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prompts for writing

feel free to use any of these! 

send in requests!

1. “Your hair is so soft..” 

2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

7. “What? does that feel good?”

8. “Just pretend to be my date.”

9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”

10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.”

24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

25. “Please talk to me about it.”

26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”

27. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“

31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”

33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

35. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

36. “Shooting star. Make a wish.“ 

37. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

38. “Wow, you’re hot.“

39. “I want to marry you.”

40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

43. “What the hell is your problem?!”

44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”

47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”

48. “You lost your chance.”

49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”

52. “Don’t look at me like that.”

53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 

55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

57. “It isn’t up for debate.”

58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

63. “Is this how little you think of me?”

64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”

66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”

67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

69. “We can be friends instead.”

70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”

76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”

77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”

80. “But you promised..”

81. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

82. “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”“No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

83. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?” 

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

85. "You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

86. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

87. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

88. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

89. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

90. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

91. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

92. “I vote today be a pajama day.”

93. “You aren’t supposed to laugh! I’m embarrassed!”

94. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

95. “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.”

96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

97. “Are you stupid or stupid?”

98. “How about you make me?”

99. “Do it. I dare you.”

100. “Rise and shine, motherfucker.”

101. “Well fuck me!" 

102. "Are you… Drunk?" 

103. "Walk it off." 

104. "Did you just go throw up?" 

105. "Could you turn it down? A bit? Maybe?" 

106. "Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 

107. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!" 

108. "Quick, pretend your talking to me." 

109. "Could you hold my hand?" 

110. "You’re hiding under that blanket because you’re blushing?" 

111. "Can I kiss you?" 

112. "Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off." 

113. “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “ 

114. "Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up lines?" 

115. "You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute." 

116. "You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you." 

117. "Can we please pretend I never said that?" 

118. "Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche." 

119. "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!" 

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?" 

121. ”“Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“ 

122. "Please! Leave me alone!" 

123. "It’s too late for you to be out by yourself." 

124. "You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" 

125. "You made me this way." 

126. "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying." 

127. "Bill Nye couldn’t even help you." 

128. "You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now." 

129. "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

130. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

SENTENCE STARTERS | DRAGON AGE 2

❝Without an end, there can be no peace. It gets no easier. Your struggles have only just begun.❞
❝We should stand together, not fight amongst ourselves!❞
❝Get rid of one threat and another appears. I’m starting to think this city’s in love with crisis.❞
❝Can’t we talk about this? No?❞
❝If we kill them, we get their stuff!❞
❝It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly.❞
❝I’d make a terrible slave. I talk too much!❞
❝I will not let you see all Mages be treated like criminals!❞
❝You are no longer my master.❞
❝What I know is that I hate being cornered and I can fight harder scared than they can angry.❞
❝I didn’t ask to be the butt of your jokes!❞
❝Wait… you’ve been without for four years? You must creak like a rusty hinge.❞
❝We both put others above ourselves. I just happen to do it while clothed.❞
❝I wouldn’t dream of mocking your… unconventional courtship.❞
❝It will be grand having you over me. Above me. In rank, that is.❞
❝We’re a good people, who look out for each other. Just not today, it seems.❞
❝Even you can be happy once in a while, it won’t kill you.❞
❝I remember it didn’t take much to make you sing.❞
❝I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed on my chest would make things better…❞
❝It’ll be nice to have the law on my side for a change~!❞
❝Do you know how much I suffer under your gaze? I am a person, not an object!❞
❝You have piss-poor aim…Fortunately, you have…other uses~!❞
❝So I shouldn’t slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonlight just to fit in?❞
❝Andraste’s flaming knickers!❞
❝In about ten seconds, I’m just going to smash anything that moves.❞
❝You’re actually joking. Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!❞
❝If anyone here tries to hire me again, I’m leaving.❞
❝I swear, I will find that son of a bitch - sorry, Mother - and I will kill him!❞
❝Is that all you do? Dwell on the negative?❞
❝Andraste’s sanctified tits! Who on earth would make the ground vertical!?❞
❝Does this stuff have side effects?!❞
❝I have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. And good hair!❞
❝I am getting truly sick of looking at stalagmites. Or is it stalactites? Shit, I don’t know.❞
❝I was looking for someone with your… “special talents…❞
❝With a name like that, you’re bound to go "mwa-ha-hah!” at some point, I just know it.❞
❝You have a good heart, and you deserve better.❞
❝What earth-shattering matter requires my attention NOW?❞
❝I’ve heard many story tellers like you…yet they don’t start their stories with ‘I shit you not’…❞
❝No one should tell you how to mourn. And when someone says ‘move on,’ you take their hand and say, 'my choice.'❞
❝If there is a future to be had, I will walk into it gladly by your side.❞
❝Still coming to the rescue after all these years? I’ve got this under control, but thanks.❞
❝What do you call it when you kill someone and take his property?❞
❝That’s what you get for spending your last minute monologuing.❞
❝Someday, I’d like to go one week without meeting an insane mage. Just one week.❞
❝And the trend of you scaring the piss out of me continues…❞

Meet Me Inside -  Part 1

Masterlist | Part 2 

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus. 

A/N: I finally had some inspiration thanks to a request I’ve had sitting in my inbox for ages. And i’m so excited.

Warnings: None for this part. 

Words: 2134

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Rubbing the fatigue from your eyes, you groan as you roll over, picking up your phone and squinting as the screen shines far too brightly while you turn off your alarm and drop the phone back on to your bedside table.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself repeatedly as you roll out of bed and get ready.

Only one more year and you’d finally finish your Masters Degree. The thought, however, was always threatened to be dampened by the realisation that you’d need to make plans for what you would undertake after you graduate, but you pushed the thought aside whenever it threatened to linger.

Although you’d refused the offer to go out the night before, you had stayed awake for much longer than you should have and it showed. Your eyes were puffy and dry from lack of sleep.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself once more.

As was routine, you tie your hair back, dress in whatever is clean, grab your phone from the bedside and your bag from beside the door, locking your apartment as you leave.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hey!! do you have any multi-chapter zutara fic recs?

DO I?! 

Originally posted by positivegrunge

Okay before I start, here’s a link to my original masterpost of fanfic recs. A lot of the masterpost is made up of one shots, but I do have some great multi-chapter fics on there as well. 

NOW FOR THE ONES NOT ON THAT LIST 

FINISHED

Once Around the Sun by eleventy7 (RATED K+)

Oh MAN. If you’ve been following me for a little while, you would know that this is my ALL TIME FAVORITE Zutara fanfiction. HOLY. CRAP. It’s so good. Taking place shortly after the end of the show, this post war fic is the slow burn we all deserve. Starts K//at/ang and M/a-i/ko, and it beautifully highlights the flaws of both endgame ships without demonizing either Aang or Mai. AND we get an amazing Ursa and an AMAZING Azula. Sometimes if I need a pick me up I just read the last two chapters and sob at the beauty.  

Fall of the White Lotus by Boo-82 (RATED T)

Do you love soap operas? Do you love sweeping romances? Do you love the idea that the entire Avatar-universe would be DESTROYED if Katara and Zuko didn’t fall in love??? If yes to any or all of those, than this fic is for you. An epic of a post war fic, this story could take the alternate title of ‘Road Trip of LOVE: A Zutara Story’. Has some Taang on the side, so if that’s your thing you’ve got that added bonus. 

Such Selfish Prayers by andromeda3116 (RATED T)

Didn’t you hate how in the comics Katara became a shell of herself who did nothing but wait on Aang hand and foot? Yeah, so did the rest of us. So here’s a story where Katara’s just chilling, watching the acolytes, and is like “Uhm wtf am I doing this isn’t me”, leaves Aang, and goes on to change the world because she’s that awesome. And yeah, Zuko just happens to be a part of her epic world changing. So beautiful. 

Our Fortunes Together by NomDeGuerre (RATED M)

Like arranged marriage tropes? Love slow burn? Well here have both of them in the SAME FIC. Yep, that’s right, a slow burn arranged marriage fic. Really awesome AU where rather than be banished, Zuko has to suffer with Azula and Ozai after the Agni Kai, and the slaughter of the group he tried to save is blamed on him. His final shame is being married off to a member of the Southern Water Tribe, our babe Katara. Excellent story. 

i didn’t know i was lonely (’til i saw your face) by raisindeatre (RATED T)

brb just sobbing over the beauty of this modern AU. I don’t like modern AUs. But I LOVE this one. It’s just… the best thing ever. Honestly. It’s so fluffy and cute and I’m blushing right now writing this summary for it. It’s the "I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in hospital" AU none of us knew we needed from Zutara. Also anyone else think of The Raven Cycle when they hear this song? Just me? Alright sorry this is a zutara fic rec I’ll stay in my lane

What Fortunes Lent by lewilder (RATED T)

Even So is one of my all time favorite one shots, but What Fortunes Lent by the same author is also an amazing worthwhile read. In this AU, the Southern Raiders mission comes when Katara is older and they take her prisoner rather than kill Kya. There are so many moments where you’ll clutch your heart and just want to cry but the ending is just beautiful if not horribly ambiguous… absolutely all around lovely fic. 

STILL UPDATING

Southern Lights by colourwhirled (RATED M)

Now, I don’t really like drastic AU’s. They just aren’t what I’m typically interested in reading. But this one, oh man. I’m so in love and invested. It takes place in a universe where there is no Avatar (but there is Aang) and Sozin successfully conquers the world. The worldbuilding is FANTASTIC, characterization is amazing, and at this moment the plot is really picking up and getting interesting. Slow burn is absolutely fantastic in this story, and I’m so excited to see what happens. What I love the most is hints of events that happened in canon are sprinkled throughout, giving this feeling that some events are always meant to be, even in drastically different scenarios. 

Brightest Nights or Darkest Days by Kittenshift17 (RATED M)

I want to give a warning with this one. This Zutara fanfiction will not be for everyone. This author is mainly a Dramione writer, and you can absolutely see that in how she writes the dynamic between Katara and Zuko. If you love Zutara but hate Dramione, you probably will not like this. However, as someone who likes both, I can say that this is a really well written season 2 AU and in the last update we just got an interesting addition to the plot that appears to be here to stay. 

HOPEFULLY these will keep you busy for a while. Happy reading!!! 

anonymous asked:

chocobros having nightmare of s/o getting killed. They wake up to find s/o next to them sleeping peacefully.

I hate those types of nightmares, like I’ll have them about fictional characters and wake up looking for blood.

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No, No, No! How did he let this happen! How did he allow the one thing in the world to be taken away from him. He heard you, he heard you screaming his name, he heard you crying and begging for him to “Help”

Yet as he drew closer, as he could finally lay eyes on you again, it happened. A sword, a sword directly through your chest, as your eyes stared forward before all light vanished.

He couldn’t find his voice, no matter how much he tried. Every inhale felt like his lungs were on fire, yet suddenly it came to him.

He screamed.

~~~~~

Noctis

Blue eyes snapped open, as he lurched forward into a sitting position. Noctis panted heavily, a dream? It was a dream, but where! Where were you?

The Prince panicked as he looked left, then right, before noticing you to his right, fast asleep. Laying facing him, a soft contented snore coming from your lips. Yet was this a dream too? Noctis quickly reached out, gathering you within his arms holding you tightly, as he realized that he was awake.

“Wha…what? Noctis?” You muttered torn from your sleep at the strong arms pulling you into his chest. “Noctis, sweetie?”

“You’re here, you’re here.” He repeated.

Sleep jumped away from your mind, Noctis was prone to nightmares, always had been. Yet lately they’ve been under control, but the stress that he faced and held. You moved from his hold, only to gather him within your arm, holding him tightly, as he buried his face in the nape of your neck.

“Shh shh, I’m here. I’m here.” You’d muttered, you constantly wanted to whisper that it would be okay, but you knew it wouldn’t be. Noctis had these nightmares often. “I’m here, you can let it go.”

Noctis panting seemed to get under control as he held onto your tightly, inhaling your scent.

“I’ll text Ignis and let me know you won’t be available tomorrow, My Noctis. I’m here. I won’t leave you. I’ll  never leave you.” You smiled, knowing he couldn’t see it, but you knew he believed these words. “My Noctis, you suffer so much. I’m here with you always.”

Noctis gave shuttered exhale, “….thank you.”

~~~~~

Prompto

Prompto felt the tears streaming down his face before he even woke up. His worse nightmare, played before his eyes like a movie. No matter how much he tried to move, he couldn’t, his body froze, just like in his dreams. He waited, he waited until his tear filled eyes adjusted to the darkness in the bedroom.

Concentring he managed to move his head, rolling it to the side to see you beside him, lips parted, fast asleep holding tightly to his hand even in sleep. Concentrating harder and harder still, Prompto managed to curl his hand tightly around your own. Making certain that you were here with him.

The blonde man rolled over, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you toward him.

“Prompto…”

Prompto smiled softly, at the coo you released, “I love you.”

You smiled within your sleep as you snuggled closer, “Love you.” You replied, before your face relaxed again.

Prompto pressed a kiss to your forehead, so long as you had pleasant dreams, Prompto knew he could suffer through these nightmares.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

He had flinched himself awake, eyes widen in horror at the tricks his mind had played on him. Luckily he was on his side so he didn’t accidentally wake up swinging. Glancing down into his large arms, he saw you resting on your side, curled in your favorite spot.

Gladiolus couldn’t help it, that dream that lied to him, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, stroking your hair.

“Mm Gladdy?”

“Did I wake you?” Gladiolus inquired.

You gave a soft sigh, “A little, everything fine, Baby?”

“Just a bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, reaching up to cup the man’s face.

“I’m good.” Gladiolus replied, hugging you tighter.

You blinked in confusion, you could still hear his heart thumping in his chest and the soft tremble within his arms. “Wanna hear about my dream?”

“…Sure.”

You didn’t have a dream, but you begun to tell the man a story you made up on the spot, slowly feeling his trembling stop. Slowly followed by the man falling back asleep, pressing a kiss to the underside of his chin, you snuggled back into his arms. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis awoke with a gentle jump, a gasp leaving his lungs as he stared at the ceiling. Weak green eyes looked around his bedroom, illuminated by the dim night light from the bathroom’s door. Allowing enough light within the room to silhouette your figure, your head and arm resting on his chest, while you curled into his side.

The man found himself pulling you further into his side, before rolling over to his side to engulf you within his embrace.

“Love?”

“I do apologize my love.” Ignis muttered pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I seem to have had a night terror.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, simply my mind playing tricks on me.”

You reached up stroking his bangs from his eyes, only to see the tears gathered there, “It was so bad, would you like to tell me what it was?”

“I…I lost you.”

You wrapped an arm around the man’s chest, burying your head within his chest, “I will never leave you, Ignis, not even death would stop me.”

“I am aware.” Ignis chuckled fondly.

“We can stay up a little longer if you’d like.” You replied, knowing that the man’s mind could keep going.

So the two of you sat awake, finding ways to improve the recipes within his book, devising ways to get Noctis to eat his veggies, and just generally anything else that came to mind. Only for the two of your to eventually doze off shortly. This time luckily dreamless.

Volunteer

Harry sits on the ground, fanning himself as he drank his water, his eyes on the girl sitting across from him. Y/N held the child in her arms, he was no more than five months old. He could see the tears in her eyes as she held on to him, shielding him from the sun. She was singing to him, it was soft, and her voice was a disaster, but it seemed to work, and Harry liked it.

Another kid sat next to Y/N, his forehead rested on her lap as he listened to her sing. Harry had noticed how the little boy had taken a liking to her, following her around, eating with her, hanging around near her, and he thought it was cute. He wished he could be attached at the hip to Y/N without freaking her out.

“How long have you been working here?” Harry asked once the infant fell asleep.

Y/N looks away from him, “not long, when I was in high school every year I would fly out here and volunteer and when I finished medical school I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to work in a hospital, at least not now, I wanted to come back here and help take care of them, build more homes,” she smiled at him, “did you actually want to come here or did your managers make you?”

His managers had made him, but Harry didn’t put up the fight because he didn’t want to work, it’s just the work upset him. Seeing the sick kids, the heat in Africa was insane, and the suffering he had to witness made him upset. The worst part was the kids would get attached and he knew he would have to leave soon, leave them, leave her.

“I’ve been here before,” Harry says, sipping his water, “it just upsets me.”

“I love them,” Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the infant’s forehead and gently rubbing the back of the other child, her eyes watering, “my plan was to be here for two years, but I don’t think I can go, I don’t think I can do that to them.”

The weeks Harry had spent here he had spent them alongside Y/N, and they had gotten close. Kisses where shared, cuddles, they shared their bed at night. Harry liked Y/N, in the three years she had been here she had forgotten about One Direction, about Harry, and he was so happy to meet someone who didn’t judge him, who didn’t know him. Y/N loved spending her time with Harry, so when he asked her, no when he begged her, to come back with him she said yes, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t up root her life for a boy.

“But don’t you miss everything?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head, “they need me here Harry, I can’t leave unless I know they’re in good hands, there are hardly any doctors who will come here and live in this condition, accept the pay I get, and love these kids.”

Harry looks at his lap, “I get it,” he says, “I do.”

“I love you too,” she promised, “I do.”

Harry stands, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “I should go pack,” he whispered, ignoring her confession, “my plane leaves in the mornin’.”

And he left, leaving a heartbroken Y/N on the ground.


Harry had never been the same since that day, and people saw it. His family saw it, but he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. He didn’t want people to know about her, because that meant he had to share her, and he wasn’t ready for that.

It had been three years, Harry had now turned 26 and he was tired. He was tired of not being able to find the same thing he felt with Y/N with someone else. He was tired of not being able to think about her, he was mad. He was mad he had left without saying how he really felt, he was mad he never returned, he was mad he had lost her.

“How much did you donate again?” Nick asked as he sipped his drink, looking around the dinner.

“About eight million,” Harry says, scratching the back of his neck, “I put it under her name though.”

“You’re still hung up on that girl?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass of wine. He wasn’t really in the mood to attend tonight’s benefit, but he had donated so much and they insisted on having him. Harry sighed, looking around the room, and then his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or real life, but he could’ve sworn he saw her, Y/N.

She stands, smiling, as she talks to someone. Her hair isn’t in the usual bun or braids, but instead it’s long, longer than Harry remembered, and in curls. Her hair seemed to flow, stopping just below her chest, her smile bright, her hand gripping a glass with water in it.

“Excuse me,” Harry whispered, making his way over, “Y/N?” Harry asked, hope building inside him.

Y/N turns, her eyes widening, “Harry!” she giggled, hugging him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She doesn’t smell the same, she smells like coconut and vanilla, but it suites her. Harry holds her as tight as possible, remembering the feeling of her, remembering her gentle touch.

“Hi,” she smiled, pulling away, her cheeks pink, “how have you been?”

“Good, what about you? what are you doing here? Are you back for good? Where are you staying? Why-when-what?” Harry rambles, holding on her arms.

Y/N laughs, the same flutter in his stomach appears, “I’m good, I’m good,” Y/N smiled, “I moved out to LA about five months ago? I got a job at the hospital, I’m back for good yeah, I actually-“

“Mommy!” A smaller voice says, running over, the boy stands in a little suit, and Harry recognized him instantly, he was the same infant that would settle in Y/N’s arm every day.

Y/N bends down, picking him up, “what’s up love bug?” she asked, kissing his cheek.

“Ayo t-took my toy,” he frowns.

Soon enough Harry sees the same boy that would follow Y/N around appear, a truck in his hand, “Ayo,” Y/N says, her voice gentle, “please, can you just share with your brother, I promise that we will be out in one hour,” she pleads.

“Can we get ice cream? Please?” Ayo asked, his brown eyes wide and full of hope.

“If you behave,” Y/N compromises.

“Deal,” Ayo smiled.

“Okay Daniel, go sit with your brother at the table, I’ll be there soon,” Y/N smiled, kissing both of their cheeks and watching them run off.

She turns back to Harry, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “sorry about that, but what where we talking about?” she asked.

“You, I mean-and now you have-you’re a mum-and-you’re here,” Harry breathed out.

“I couldn’t leave them. The organization got a great donation and more doctors came, but I couldn’t leave my boys behind, it was a process to adopt and get them here, but it was worth it,” Y/N smiled, looking at the kids in adoration, “but what about you? I had a chance to listen to your music and it’s great Harry, the boys love it to, Sweet Creature is their favorite, knocks them right out at night.”

Harry chuckled, imagining her terrible voice singing to the two boys at night. Harry wasn’t sure if he stopped smiling, but he knew he couldn’t look away from her, “I’m good-I just-wow, I can’t believe you’re here,” Harry whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek, she blushed, but a smile remained on her lips.

“I missed you,” she says.

“Oh baby,” Harry sighed, “I missed you so much, you have no idea. Oh, Y/N, I can’t-I still can’t believe that you’re here.”

“I am,” she giggled, reaching up to grab his hand, “I’m here.”


“Woah,” Y/N says, stepping back as the kids run past her in the living room, she grips the plate tighter, trying to make sure it doesn’t fall.

“Kids be careful,” a voice yelled from the top of the stairs, it wasn’t harsh, but it was loud enough so the two kids could hear.

“Sorry daddy,” Daniel says, jumping on to the couch as he waited for Harry to come down the stairs.

Harry chuckled, grabbing the tray from Y/N and kissing her cheek. She smiled, placing a hand on her hip, “the snacks are done, the chicken is in the oven, and dessert in the fridge,” she says, as Harry sets the tray on the table.

Daniel lean over, grabbing some crackers, “save some room for when Nana comes over,” Harry says, leaning over and picking up Daniel.

“Where’s your brother?” Y/N asked, fixing Daniel’s shirt, Harry sets the four year old down on the ground.

Daniel shrugs, “playing video games,” he answered.

“I’ll get him-“

“No I will! Ayoooooo,” Daniel yelled, running up the stairs.

Harry chuckled, turning to Y/N. She leaned against the stair ways, a smile on her face as she looked back at him. It came as a shock to her, that Harry didn’t mind her having the kids, it came as a bigger shock when they started calling him daddy and Harry didn’t care. But Y/N was more than happy to have him around, and Harry was excited to have her back in his life.

“They have too much energy,” Harry chuckled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I love them so much, a little too much maybe, I cried this morning when I had to drop them off at school,” Y/N stated, her hands fixing the buttons on Harry’s shirt.

Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears, “it’s true,” she giggled.

“What about having one of our own?” Harry asked, his eyes hopeful, “a little me and you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “a third child?”

“I love them so much Y/N, but I want a little girl, one that we’ve made, and I’ll love her just as much as Daniel and Ayo.”

“We will discuss it later,” Y/N promised, kissing his cheek, “but right now your mother is waiting to be buzzed in.”

Harry watched her walk to the security pad, buzzing Anne in. He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky, but he knew he couldn’t let her go.

I'm going to speak up, this is about Venezuela and the recent events.

And before someone comes to tell me if I have the fucking right to talk about this, I AM venezuelan.

I had the luck to get out of the country in time, my family had always known since 2008 that things could only get worse. In 2014, we left, unfortunately also leaving behind part of our family. Our (me and my brother) parents just wanted us to have an actual life for a child. We have now.

But I’m not here to talk about me, I want to talk about the people that are still there, and keep suffering ‘til these days.

My family is in such a bad situation, they barely have money, its imposible to go to a supermarket and find hygiene product, and even less food. My poor grandpa can’t go to work without the fear of dying. And the same goes for my uncles and my grandmas, one of them trapped in Margarita, an island in Venezuela, alone.

That’s not the worst thing, the worst thing is that, everyone is trapped there now, they cant get out, my family wants to see us atleast one last time and they can’t, it isn’t just a money factor, it’s that airlines are barely working there.

Do you know the amount of people that have died in Venezuela? Each day? Hundreds, and even before the protests people were dying daily. People were being killing, sometimes because robberies, and sometimes. Just because. Because they could and because the law wouldn’t do anything about it.

Being 10 years old at the time I had to prescence the death of three of my bests friends. One being shot in the head, the other dismembered in her own house, and one commited suicide. I have seen my family devastated because of the death of close friends.

My dad is a medic, in Venezuela he was quite the prestigious one, people would always go to him if they had the chance. But do you know how many people died before my father’s eyes even doing his best efforts?

My father one day lost it, a friend of his arrived at the hospital, eight gunshots, one to the eye. He had to operate him, he had to save him. He did fortunatelly, but imagine having a friend’s life in front of you, you wouldn’t know how scarred he is after all the deads he had to prescence.

And, the soul-crushing reality that, I may never see my family again. I will never be able to hug them, kiss them, have good times like we used to do. I have been crying myself to sleep everynight since I started seeing news about the situation.

And it has been only this year that the media has decided to show light to the situation. This has been going since the goverment of Chavez, but they just decided to ignore it, this was happening when Maduro became the president, but they still decided to ignore it. NOW that venezuelans are having no more shit from this bastards, is now that media has decided to show to the rest of the world about us.

But we are still dying. Kids. KIDS ARE DYING TO DEFEND THEIR PARENTS, TO DEFEND WHAT WAS ONCE A DEMOCRACY. ELDERLY PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THE STREETS TO GET BACK WHAT WAS ONCE A GOOD COUNTRY, WHAT WAS ONCE A BEAUTIFUL PLACE. PEOPLE ARE DOING EVERYTHING THEY CAN TO PROTECT WHAT’S LEFT FROM THEIR LEGACY.

And the goverment doesn’t care. They will just keep destroying this country, until everyone is either dead or in agreement with this dictatorship.

Kids are being killed. Homeless people are being killed. Parents are losing their childs. Kids are losing their families. People are being killed. But this time, it’s from the people who should be the ones helping the people of our country. And they won’t stop until they have full control.

I just wanted to speak out on the situation, my past situation, a d how people are suffering. If you can help, please do so, or atleast spread the word (I know there’s link people are spreading, when I find then I’ll add it to this post.)

Run Away - Luke Castellan Smut

Note: This was suppose to be an imagine and it turned into smut. This is by the way the first smut I have written in I don’t know how long, so enjoy.

Warning: Unprotected Sex (On Purpose-ish)

(In Flashback, you and Luke are 18. In present 21. Also, flashback is in bold) 

Originally posted by narnian-neverlander

Your Pov

“Run away with me.” Luke says, appearing from nowhere.

I clutch at my chest from the scare, “Luke, what are you talking about?”

“Run away with me please. If I stay here, I’m afraid. Of what I could do to this camp, to everyone, to you. I don’t want to hurt you.” He’s practically in tears.

I guide him to my bed, making him sit. “Luke, calm down. Tell me what’s going on.”

Luke explains how Kronos had come to him in dream. Telling him he could make Hermes and the other gods suffer for not paying attention to their children. How at first he agreed but then realized that wasn’t what he wanted.

“He wants me take the bolt at the field trip to Olympus.” Luke finishes.

I gasp, “That’s next week.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to. I want out. I can’t do that if I stay here. And I know I can only leave if you come with me. If we are leaving we have to leave today. I just need to burn this.”

He pulls out a leather bracelet. A symbol I’ve never seen before carved into it. I grab the bracelet inspecting it. “Looks easy enough to burn.” I see him give a glare at the bracelet. “I’m going to take a guess that you found the bracelet, put it on and that’s how Kronos got a hold on you.”

Luke nods, “I didn’t realise until I forgot to put it on after a shower one morning. Best decision.”

I smile at him, “I hope you realise that I won’t ever run away.” I get up, opening a canister. I put a few pieces of paper in it before setting the paper on fire. Then I put the bracelet in. Sitting back next to Luke, we watch the bracelet burn.

Luke registers what I said and gives me a sad look. He turns his face away from mine.

I take his face in my hands, “I said, won’t ever run away. It’s not running away if you have an apartment and are eighteen.”

“We’re going to leave?”

I give him a soft smile. I kiss him on the lips. His smile growing. “Yeah.”


I smile at the memory. Looking out the window at the city. The sun just rising. The only thing covering me are a pair of underwear and one of Luke’s shirts.

“What are you doing up?” Luke asks, his bare chest pressed against my back. His arms wrapping around my waist.

I melt into him, “Watching the sunrise. Why are you up.”

He turns me around, “You left the bed. I immediately woke up.”

“Sorry.” I give him a small smile.

Luke chuckles, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

He leans down, kissing me. My arms going around his neck. His hands slide from my waist, to my bare thighs. Picking me up and walking to the bedroom.

He sets me on the bed before joining me. His hands running up and down my sides while mine are threaded in his hair. His lips trail to my neck, giving me a chance to breath. He nips at my neck, leaving red marks that disappear after a few seconds.

“Luke.” I moan, as he sucks on my sweet spot, leaving a more permanent mark.

His hands go to the bottom of his shirt that I’m wearing, “Sit up.” he mutters.

I sit up, his hands tug off the shirt I’m wearing. His mouth goes to one of my nipples, taking one in between his teeth. Biting down lightly, drawing a moan from me. Luke pulls away, giving me a smirk.

“Fuck.” I cry, his thumb pressing on my bundle of nerves.

Luke pulls away, until he’s barely touching me at all. He moves down, his hands rest on the top of my panties. Instead of removing them like I thought he was going to, he moves one of his hands to rest on my center. Feeling my damp panties.

He groans, “You’re so wet.”

I moan as one of his finger taps my clit. “Luke, please.”

Luke smirks, “what, babygirl? What do you need.” He tugs off my underwear, flinging them somewhere in the room.

“You please. I need you.”

One of his fingers circle my entrance before sinking into me. “Mmm. So, wet.”

He adds a second finger. Pumping them in out of me. Luke adds a third. Stretching me.

“Please.” I beg.

He removes his fingers, drawing a whimper from me. He brings them up to his lips, tasting me. “You always taste so good.”

Luke stands up, removing his boxers before making me stand with him. He leans down, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue. I go to reach down and stroke him but he breaks away. “You want to ride me, baby girl?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

I nod, not trusting my voice. Not sure how after all these years he can still affect me like this. He settles on the bed. His back against the headboard. Hand stroking his cock.

I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips. Using the head to tease me. Running it through my pussy lips. The head hitting my clit. My hands fly to his shoulder gripping them tight. He groans.

“Please, Luke. Fuck me hard. I need you.”

Luke groans, losing all control. Gripping my hips, he slams me down on his cock. A deep, ragged moan leaving his lips as he fills me.

“Luke!” I moan, raising my hips up then sliding down.

Luke’s head falls back, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure. He leans forward slightly. My hands go under his arms to grip his back. Scratching at the skin there, making him thrust up into me, hard. I moan again as he thrusts up into me. I rock back and forth. Slowing the pace. His face buried in my neck.

He brings his hips up slightly, making me moan as he hits that one spot.

“Fuck.” I breathe out as he hits that spot again.

He groans, “I can’t. This to slow. You wanted me to fuck you hard. That’s what I’m going to do.”

He pulls out of me. Pushing me onto my back. My head nearly hanging off the bed. I part my legs more. Kneeling in between my legs, my legs wrap around him. Luke enters me again. His hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me. Our hips knocking against the others.

I clench down on him as the coil in my stomach gets tighter, making him goran.

“I’m not going to last.” He warns me.

“Me either.” I breathe out. His length repeatedly hitting my g-spot. “Luke.” I moan as the coil snaps. Cumming over his cock. I clench down on him again.

He groans, spilling his seed in me.  

Luke pulls out, his cock softening. He gets up from the bed going into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. Cleaning the both of us up. After throwing the washcloth in the basket he lays next to me. Head propped up on his hand. He smiles down at me.

“I love you.” I tell him.

Grinning he kisses my hand, “I love you too.”

“And as much as I would love to stay in this bed, naked. We have to grocery shop.” I tell him, already standing up. Luke pouts. “What are we going to eat if we don’t go?”

“I could just eat you.” he murmurs, standing up. Kissing me on the shoulder.

I scoff, “You would love that, wouldn’t you?”

I go over to the closet. Pulling out underwear and some jeans. I try to remember the date. Are we already in the second week? Pulling on my jeans. A thought comes to me. We may have just gotten me pregnant.

“Luke!” I call out, hurriedly pulling on a flannel. “What’s the date?” I walk out of the bedroom, going to the kitchen. Seeing him in shorts, unbuttoned and a t-shirt.

“The 8th, why?” He asks.

A smile breaks out on my face, “I’m ovulating.”

Luke kisses me, “Fuck, going to the grocery store.”

I laugh, pushing him away. “We need to go to the grocery store. I’m just as excited about this as you but we can’t do anything if we are running on empty.”

One of his hands travels to my stomach, “I hope we just made a baby.”

I press my lips to his scar, “We have all day to try.” 


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