I like how everyone around me is completely baffled at how well I’m doing.
Amazed at how strong I am & how quickly I’ve “recovered”.

But every single time I’m alone I’m in a ball on the floor.
I take a shower I’m crying all the way through until I’ve started to apply the ‘I’m okay’ mask.

Everytime I’m not working until I’m asleep I think of ways to get out of life & how to make sure everyone is okay when I’m gone & what the proper age is for an “accident”.
Maybe 45?

Maybe recovery is nothing but a lie.

Of course I’m not going to do anything.

Someone’s gotta take care of everyone.


But everything’s okay & everything’s alright.

I’m gonna be okay for the people that need me to be okay.

But all this shit is crawling in.
I’m getting too tired to put on the mask.
Too tired to fight.

Fuck it.
Just another day in paradise.

—  Still fucking fighting :)
It’s Better with You (Logan x Reader)

A/N: So I wanted to make something where (Y/N) is a small town little rancher that works on her ranch constantly, barely getting by, and one day she stumbles upon an unconscious and beat up man on the property behind her ranch, and she takes him in and gives him a place to stay, and in return he helps her around the ranch and you get the idea :3 It’s lengthy so I apologize for those of you just scrolling through your dashboard. 

Also, written with female pronouns, but like I say, I mean no offense by this and it is just the way I naturally write, I am open to writing with any pronouns anyone desires so just let me know! Oh, and I don’t put that much description when it comes  to (Y/N) and in this fic your dog, well except for a name but that’s just because I want you to make this story however you want and yeah you get the point. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, fluff?

Originally posted by iljakurosaki

You sighed as your loud alarm jolted you from your sleep. You let out a groan, rolling over and smacking the dismiss button. As you slowly sat up you let out a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You glanced out the large window that overlooked your backyard, the sun hadn’t come up yet. Just another day in paradise. 

You rolled out of bed, wincing a little as your bare feet touched the cold hardwood ground. You grabbed your robe off of the coat hanger next to your bedside, sliding your feet into your slippers. You glanced at your sleepy dog laying lazily on your bed. 

“Sunny,” you began to wake your dog up, but a faint crash in the distance caused your dog to bolt upright, letting out a low howl. 

“Oh calm down,” you said scratching your dog’s ears, “It was probably just an animal. Let’s go.”

Your dog happily followed you out of your bedroom and to the barn. You unscrewed the lid to two large containers, getting on your tip toes to get an adequate scoop of food form each. 

“Are you a hungry puppy?” you teased your dog, walking over to his food bowl by the entrance of the small barn, you poured the food in and your dog went to town. 

“Now for the chicken’s,” you muttered, taking the full scoop and walking towards the chicken coup. 

After you sprinkled their food down into their coup you straightened your back, stretching and looking at your small barn. It barely had room for everything you put in it, but it worked, patches on the ceiling showed that this old shack had gotten it’s use over the years. Stacks of hay were pushed against one wall, it had taken you an entire day to get there, and a week of heat pads to recover from the strain it put on your back, but the organization satisfied you. 

On the wall opposite from the entrance was your parked tractor, it hadn’t been used in ages, the tires were flat and the ignition wouldn’t start. You would get around to fixing it, eventually. Next to it where all of your tools, shovels, sheers, pliers, wrenches, all the fun stuff that you needed every now and then. Then came the chickens, and one single empty stall, you liked to keep it empty so that if any of the animals needed to stay inside for some reason you could bring them in. Yeah it was small, but it was yours.

“Come on Sunny,” you said to your dog, walking back to your small house. 

The sun had started to rise more, and a nice shade of pink covered the sky. Due to the fall season, the days had began to grow smaller and you had to start to prepare for winter. You groaned at the thought, and put everything aside, stalking to your kitchen for breakfast. Your house was…cozy. It was one bedroom, one bathroom, a small living room, and the kitchen, but hey, it was manageable. 

You crouched down to one of your kitchen cupboards, grabbing out a box of oatmeal. You glanced down to realize that you were still wearing your pajamas. You sighed, this no sleep thing was really wearing on you. You placed the oatmeal on the counter and stalked to your bedroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white tank top, pulling on your cowboy boots. You had left shirts outside overnight to dry, the weather wasn’t bad enough that you couldn’t yet. So you stalked outside, your dog on your heels. As you stepped outside you immediately say your clothes line, and the trees that followed the back of your property. 

As you walked towards your hanging clothes, grabbing a flannel off of the line, your dog nearly gave you a heart attack. Out of nowhere a chorus of barks began to erupt from his mouth. 

“Sunny!” you exclaimed, frantically buttoning up your shirt as your dog darted into the woods. 

You chased after him, not really thinking about what you were doing, or the possible danger you could be putting yourself in. You dashed through the trees, determined to not loose your dog, he had never done this before, and your heart was racing in your chest. Your dog let out a couple more barks, before abruptly stopping. You ran to catch up with him, and a you did so, you stopped dead in your tracks. 

Sunny sat in front of you, panting at the last thing you expected to see, a bloodied and beat up man. You threw your hands over your mouth, taking in his beat up stature. His shaggy dark brown hair stuck to the blood on his forehead and his shirt was torn, revealing deep wounds. 

“Oh my god,” you muttered, ripping off your flannel and pressing it into the deepest of the gouges, he didn’t even flinch. 

“I’ve gotta get you out of here,” you mumbled, your voice shaky.

With tremendous work and effort you were able to lift him up, placing his arm over your shoulder and supporting all of his weight with your small bodice. It took everything you had, but you were able to make it back to your house, Sunny leading the way. His blood had stained both of your shirts at this point, but you were too worried to fixate on it. You dragged him inside, laying him down onto your couch as gently as you could, not letting your fatigue keep you from working. 

You ran into your kitchen, getting all of the rags you could find and drenching them in water, before running back to where he lay. Who did this? You thought to yourself as you cut off the remnants of his shirt, you needed to see what you were working with. You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing dog tags, so without really thinking about it, you reached down and read the name on them.

Logan huh? Well Logan, what on earth did you get yourself into? You left the dog tags on him, glancing down at his wounds, only they looked…better? You shook your head, maybe you were just hallucinating. You pressed the rags into the three thick tears, hoping to somewhat clean them. You used your remaining towel to wipe his hair out of the blood on his forehead, and you found it easier than it should’ve been. The little blood that still remained on his forehead was completely dry, and you couldn’t find where it seemed to have come from. 

You shook your head, even if he was getting better, that was a good thing right? You glanced down at your bloodstained tank top and decided that you needed to put something else on. If he did wake up any time soon you needed to look like you weren’t the one causing him pain. You quickly ran into your room, you dog for once not following you, grabbing a baggy t-shirt and throwing it on, tying your hair back behind your head, and quickly returning to Logan. He simply laid there, looking the same as before, only the wounds had started to get better.

“Alright I don’t know what magic you’re working, but you better keep at it,” you murmured, walking into your kitchen and making yourself a cup of coffee before returning to your small living room. You sat on the floor across from your couch. Waiting, unsure of what to do. Sunny curled up to you, and you sat in silence for what felt like a short amount of time, then out of the blue, Logan’s eyes snapped open. 

You nearly spit your coffee all over the place as he sat up in a quick movement, heavy and shallow breaths coming out of his mouth as he glanced around the room frantically. You quickly stood up, unsure of what to do with yourself. It took him a moment, but he finally realized that you were standing there.

“Where the hell am I?” he questioned, swinging his legs to the side of the couch and trying to stand up.

“Wait you’re hurt,” you quickly said, stepping closer to him and placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m fine,” Logan said, quickly glancing down at his ripped up abdomen, and noticing the blood red rags that he had dropped onto the floor. 

“I don’t understand how, but your body seems to be…healing itself,” you said hesitantly.

Logan let out a sigh, “It does that. Where did you find me?”

For the first time he finally met your eyes, and his expression softened. His shaggy dark brown hair fell into his eyes for a moment until he brushed it away. 

“I didn’t exactly find you, my dog did,” you gestured to Sunny, “But you were laying behind my property unconscious, and I thought you were dying, so I brought you back here as quickly as I could.”

After Logan stared at you for a moment in silence, and glanced around your house he muttered, “Thank you.”

“Uh, yeah don’t mention it. What happened?” you asked cautiously.

“To put it lightly my brother is an asshole. You didn’t happen to see anyone else around, did you?” he asked, your dog walking up to him and nuzzling into his leg.

“No, should I have been looking for someone else?” you asked, your heart rate increasing. 

Logan realized your new found distress and shook his head, “No don’t worry.Thank you for bringing me here I appreciate it, but I really should be going.”

Logan began to stand up, but you stood in front of him. 

“Do you even know where you’re going? No offense but you look terrible, and I think I deserve an explanation for why you were almost dead in my backyard,” you said, folding your arms.

“You make a good point,” Logan sighed.

You looked him up and down carefully, debating your next words.

“Look…Logan. If you don’t have anywhere to stay, why don’t you stay here for awhile? Get your bearings, explain to me what the hell is going on, decide what you want to do with yourself, and in exchange for somewhere to stay, you can help me around the ranch. Winter is coming and I could use an extra hand,” You offered.

“How do you know my name?” he asked.

You gestured to his dog tags on his bare chest, which you were just now realizing was full of muscle.

“Right. Ma’am as much as I would love to stay here for a while and figure my situation out, that is too much to ask of you, and you don’t even know who I am.”

“That’s true, I don’t know who you are, and yet I’m willing to let you stay here, so I suggest you take my generous offer,” you argued.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked cautiously.

You nodded, outstretching your hand, “I’m (Y/N). Can I offer you some coffee?” 

He shook your hand gratefully, “Do you have any beer?” 

It had been a couple of days since Logan appeared in your backyard. Your deal had been better than anything you could’ve imagined. Logan did everything you asked, never complaining once, not to mention the work he did without you asking. It took a little bit, but he finally vaguely explained to you why he was almost dead. Something to do with his brother and the military, you didn’t pry because it didn’t seem like he wanted to tell you. 

Logan had been sleeping on your couch, and while you felt guilty about it, you didn’t really have anywhere else for him to go. What made you feel even more awkward was that he was wearing some of your ex’s clothing that he left there. It was all you had until you took your trip to town at the end of the week, and the t-shirts were…snug. Lets just say you didn’t exactly mind the view. Even your dog had grown quite fond of him, it was interesting. 

Your mornings had changed significantly, for the past couple of days you would wake up, walk past an asleep Logan, then come back in for breakfast to an awake Logan, except for today was different. You didn’t wake up to your alarm, but to the soft hum of an engine instead. What on earth? you thought, glancing outside your window, but no lights that you could see were on. You slid out of your blankets, sliding into your slippers, and forgetting to put on your robe. You were wearing a baggy enough t-shirt and leggings anyways. You walked past your couch and noticed that Logan wasn’t there. You didn’t really let your mind process anything, but continued walking. 

You stalked out of your house, rubbing your eyes, like always, the sun hadn’t come up yet. The soft hum from earlier grew louder as you walked towards your barn, and unexpectedly, Sunny shot at you from inside, jumping up on you. 

“Hey puppy,” you said, rubbing your dog’s ears.

You stood up, continuing into the barn, and what you saw as you entered was one of the last things you expected. You swung open the door that Sunny had cracked to escape, revealing an entirely lit up barn, a dog bowl full of food, chicken’s eating their food, and Logan turning the key in your tractor. 

You smiled broadly at the sight, your morning routine and more had been completed. Not to mention your beat up tractor was on. 

“That tractor hasn’t worked in months,” you said, walking towards Logan in awe.

Logan’s head popped up from what he was doing and he smiled at you.

“Oh hey,” he said, scratching his neck. “Yeah I hope you don’t mind but I think I fixed the ignition.”

As you reached the tractor you beamed up at him.

“Why would I mind? This is more than I could ask for,” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

“it was the least I could do,” Logan said, turning off the engine and hopping down from the tractor, handing you the key. “The tire’s still need to be fixed anyways.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the key from him, trying to put it in your pocket, when you realized you were still in your pajamas.

You averted your gaze, pretending to not acknowledge the blush spreading across your face.

“Breakfast?” you asked simply. 

Logan gave a nod, and together you walked from the barn to your kitchen. As you ate you made small talk, Logan asked you about how you got your ranch and how long you had been working here, that sort of thing. You answered all of his questions without hesitation, but you couldn’t help but want to ask him about his unique healing ability. Some other time, you told yourself. 

Your day after breakfast was normal, Logan fed the horses for you so you didn’t have to haul the hay bales around, you milked the cows, checking on the crops, etc. The two of you even spent a good amount of time chopping down trees for firewood, your house didn’t have a furnace, and it was starting to get chilly. Logan put you to shame, and you couldn’t help but notice how his biceps bulged every time he swung an ax. Before you two knew it, nightfall had settled upon you. 

“Lets call it a night,” you muttered, wiping sweat off of your forehead and gathering a pile of wood into your arms. 

“Alright,” Logan said, grabbing everything you couldn’t take. 

The two of you walked back into your house in silence, it wasn’t awkward, but actually rather comfortable. You had grown used to his presence in such a short amount of time. The two of you walked into your house, Sunny behind you. You placed the wood by your fireplace in the living room, Logan following suit. 

“Well,” you said, brushing off your hands, “I guess I’ll see you in the morning?”

Logan nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. You walked into your bedroom without another word. You turned on the lamp beside your bed, and instead of going to sleep, you opened a book and started to read. Relaxation time was rare for you, so you savored it whenever the chance presented itself. You didn’t know how much time had passed, you became lost in the pages as you read, but before too long, Sunny was asleep at your feet. 

You let out a yawn, closing your book slowly, when you heard heavy breathing coming from your living room. Your eyes widened and you placed your book on your nightstand, listening carefully. You could hear a distressed voice, it was faint, but it was there. 

“No,” you heard a voice pant, a voice that belonged to Logan. 

You quickly darted out of your bedroom, not wasting any time. As you reached your living room you saw Logan, his blanket kicked to the floor and a layer of sweat coated his forehead. He shook his head in his sleep, murmuring things you could barely make out.

“No not again,” he panted, “Please.”

For the first time since you had met the rugged man, he looked…vulnerable. 

“Logan,” you squeaked, walking closer to him cautiously. 

He didn’t budge, but his squirming seemed to intensify, and you saw something you didn’t think possible. Logan squeezed his hands into fists, and three metal talon-like claws protruded from his knuckles. Your heart raced in its chest, you didn’t know what was happening, but you knew that you needed to help him. 

“Logan,” you said again, this time a little more audible as he slashed at your couch, causing a scratch mark.

You stepped closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. As you did so, he took in a sharp intake of breath, his claw’s immediately retracting, and his balled up fists unclenching. 

“You were having a nightmare,” You whispered, still touching his arm. 

Logan’s eyes were still closed, but you felt like he could hear you. 

“It’s okay,” you muttered. 

Logan reached for your arm with his hand, gently grabbing it, and his other hand pulling on your waist. You let out a gasp, not knowing what was going on, and in one swift movement Logan had pulled you next to him. There was barely enough room for the two of you on the couch, but he held you tight to him, his body heat immediately reaching yours. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N),” he muttered into your hair, his eyes still closed. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”

“No,” you said almost too quickly. You laid your head on his chest, letting yourself relax a little bit. “I-I don’t want you to go…Your help has been more than I could ever ask for.”

Logan laid in silence for quite some time, but finally spoke, “(Y/N) that’s too much to ask from you.”

“No it’s not,” you said hesitantly. “Besides…I think you owe me another explanation.”

Logan’s hand was still on your waist, and you brushed your finger’s along his knuckles, right where his claws came out. 

“Are you sure…?” 

“Positive,” you murmured, a yawn escaping your mouth. 

Logan pulled you against him tighter, and as your eyes slowly closed, you barely heard him speak.

“It’s better with you,” he muttered.

You let yourself fall asleep in his arms, that night was the best you had slept in ages. 

shameless-stranger  asked:

Hello Lovely! I absolutely love your header image. Have you ever seen the video?! It's wonderful! Anyway, I'm just wondering if you know any fics where they have children?

Yes I absolutely love the video. My header is from baokingsley .


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Our Family by elicgordon

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My Lena by  TheRaadicalKid

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Married… with Children by TheRoomateFromHell

A New Family by tekky

I Want a Baby by Justaroundthatriverbend

I’m Willing To Take The Risk by SanversIsGay

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Certain Things by SuperLcorp

The First time Lena left Kara alone with the baby…(first of many) by  Cerberus_Spectre

Just Another Day In Paradise by Cerberus_Spectre

The Little One by Supercorp Danvers

(dis)enchanting (chapter 1)

fandom: girl meets world 
ship: riley x lucas 
word count: 2,941
summary: in which lucas friar is invisible and spills all his secrets to an online anonymous best friend, jexica. and riley matthews is the most popular girl in school who feels most comfortable talking to an online cowboy. one night, the homecoming masquerade dance is about to change everything .// or the rucas cinderella story au that no one asked for.
notes: so….i’m starting a multi chaptered fic….let’s see how this goes. i’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is. please enjoy and let me know what you think!!! 

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“Lucas! Lucas! Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Isadora Smackle’s voice is loud and disruptive and it effectively snaps Lucas from his daze, and he focuses his attention back on his best friend, who’s staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face. He grins sheepishly, knowing that he’d been caught.

“No, sorry, Smackle. You were talking about your chemistry class though, right?” Lucas takes a sip of his water, desperately trying to keep his eyes on his friend, and now the brunette girl three tables down from them. He watches Smackle roll her eyes, seemingly knowing exactly where Lucas’ attention was, but she didn’t comment.

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Just Another Day in Paradise

PAIRING: Phan (Phil / Dan)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: pre-smut, mentions of sex, but no sex, cute parent!phan stuffs, mpreg 
SUMMARY: songfic based off of Just Another Day in Paradise by Phil Vassar
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought dan and phil having their own kids instead of adoption would be cool. Also yes this is a country song.


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(31) 30. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”

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“This is a typical Avengers mission,” Tony shrugged, walking in a circle with his hand outstretched. “This is fine.”

Bucky looked at Tony like he had grown a second head. (Which, in their line of work? Not impossible. Certainly a 60% chance. 65% if it’s Wednesday.)

“Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” Bucky pointed at their meagre fire, barely casting enough light to see by. “There’s that, for one.”

Tony turned to the fire, frowning at it. “What’s wrong with the fire?”

“The fact that we need one. Because we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no help coming.”

Tony shook his head, turning to look at Bucky. “Help will be coming.”

“How will they know where to find us?”

“Soon as the jet exploded, a signal would have been sent to the tower.” Tony looked up at the sky, mouth forming words that Bucky couldn’t hear. “An hour, max. Home by midnight, for sure.”

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m concerned with how calm you are about this.”

Tony shrugged, coming over to put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Hey, I’ve learnt to not sweat the small stuff. Sure, we’re on a deserted island, you have no weapons, I have no armour. But it could be worse.”


“The island could not be deserted,” Tony explained, going up onto the tips of his toes to press a kiss to Bucky’s forehead. “Relax, and enjoy a wonderful sunset.”

“A couple of hours, you say?” At Tony’s nod, Bucky uncrossed his arms, putting one around Tony. “I can handle a couple of hours on a deserted island.”


“Deserted island!” Bucky yelled, storming onto the jet, Tony on his heels. “Deserted, you said!”

“I know!”

“We can watch the sunset, you said.”

“I know!”

“And another-” Bucky stopped when the sound of a throat being cleared was heard. He turned towards the sound, to see an unamused Clint standing there.

“Gentlemen,” he nodded at them both. “Care to refrain from yelling loud enough that even I can hear you.”

“Sorry,” Bucky apologised, waving a hand at Tony. “But someone said that we’d be fine.”

“Rescue came, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, after we were chased by dinosaurs!”

“How was I supposed to know?”

Clint shook his head, turning back to fly the jet while the pair continued their argument. Just another day in paradise. Give it a minute, they’ll be kissing.

(Clint lied; it only took forty three seconds.)

New Concussion Protocol

Quick disclaimer before you read. You do not need to know anything about football or the NFL to read this story. I tried to make it as basic and as easy to understand as I could. That being said, if anyone can name the team that they’re on, bonus points to you. <3

They were out to the league, and the first openly gay couple in major league football. The team didn’t care, as long as they kept winning games. And when your star quarterback and your star receiver were the best in the entire NFL, they could be shacking up with whomever they wanted to and no one on the team would bat an eye.

That’s not to say they didn’t have enemies. While their teammates and coaches were well and truly okay with their relationship, fans and opposing teams alike had not too nice words for the pair. Some fans boycotted the team, games got rougher; but they still played to the best of their abilities. The passes were still caught, and the touchdowns were celebrated both on the field and at home.

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I have been blessed with a talent that I use to draw and paint gay men with :)

SHiro and Keith (Sheith) from Voltron Legendary Defender. I’ve fallen into shipping hell and it’s nice and warm here.

I made it up as a regal…royalty kind of room. They are Paladins of Voltron afterall ;) Had fun playing with the lighting and shirtless men is always a bonus!

Thanks a lot!!