i feel awful for not being online as much, but since the end of semester is quickly approaching, so are finals. i’m kinda getting slammed with school work at the moment, but I miss you all! I’ll hopefully get things caught up, and once it’s slowed down then I should be back to normal. Thanks for being patient and kind and stuff!! <3
Here the other was helping him, which was great considering in what state David currently was. He didn’t just ooze of alcohol, but he was slurring his speech and making an ass of himself all around. Somehow he was catching along to this. And the stranger was just so kind… Well, kinda… They seemed annoyed. They probably were only helping to get rid of the drunken asshole who just wouldn’t shut up. David staggers as he is lead outside, trying his best to stay on foot.
❝You know, the night sky is really pretty.❞ Mills blurts out, pointing up and eyes fixated on the shiny orbs out there. Afterwards he turns back to face the other man. ❝Thanks a lot.❞
And that’s when it happens, he leans forward and plants a sloppy kiss onto Jack’s cheek. The connection only last for a short moment. Blink and you miss it kinda deal. When he pulls away, he offers a stupid toothy smile. And that’s pretty much it. David didn’t give it much more thought as he tried to shuffle away.
Deadpool #18 (Volume 4) written by Gerry
Duggan, pencils by Mike Hawthorne & Brian Level, ink by Terry
Pallot, colors by Jordie Bellaire & Rachelle Rosenberg
time when Wade casually reveals one of his most private secrets to
Rogue and gives her the job of mutant godfairy. Fairy godmutant? Their
interactions on Uncanny Avengers are great, but scarce and I’m
kinda sad some people will miss the calm moments they share in this
issue. Indestructable pouch buddies with skin problems - I love them.
TELL ME IF I SHOULD DO IT WITH THE OTHER BOYS AS WELL :))))))
You sat in your room (well, you considered it Michael’s room) reading on the window seat, when you heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” you said and put your book down. Michael walked in alone and walked across the room to sit next to you. He held your hands in his own, you didn’t protest.
“My dear, as you may know, we are married, but you haven’t done anything, you’re the sovereign to this country! You need to help me.” he said, raising his voice.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling bad that you had left him alone to care for the country. You put your head down in shame. He immediately put a finger under your chin and pulled your head up to meet his eyes.
“It’s fine… I also don’t want you to be alone all day. I miss you when I don’t get to see you.”
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t want to be here,” you fired back.
It was silent for moment, “You know, I kinda missed you.”
“No you didn’t,” you scowled, stating like it was obvious.
He smirked, “You’re right, I didn’t. I was just testing…”
“If you are still in love with me…”
“I was never in love with you! I don’t know why Calum told you that.”
“You can deny it all you want, but I know you do. Everyone loves me!”
“You’re so conceited, you egotistic, narcissistic asshole!”
“And the goody-two shoes curses! And I thought I’d never see the day.” He teased. You threw a pillow at him and walked out of the room.
And you never thought you’d see the day when he said he missed you, nevertheless say he loved you. That was a surprise on your wedding day.
“Y/N?” Michael asked, tapping your hand.
“You zoned out,”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, I get it. I’m pretty boring…”
“You’re so boring!” Michael groaned when you were yet again in your library reading your new book your father had just brought home from his travels.
“Thank you, I appreciate the compliment.” you said sarcastically.
“Do you wanna do anything?” he said after a few moments of complete and utter silence.
“And I’m bored.”
“And that’s my problem, why?”
“Because I’m the prince, and I get what I want, and I want to do something.” he demanded.
“Then what do you want to do?” You set down your book on the table and he smirked mischievously at you.
“I want to do something.” you said to your husband.
“Come on,” You giggled and stood up, grabbing his hand and dragged him outside towards the tree in the gardens that you loved to read under.
“Why’d you bring me here?”
You smiled, “This was the first place you were ever really nice to me, so I thought bringing you here could show that us being kind and acknowledgeable to each other could lead to a better relationship…” you bit your lip, hesitant about his response.
“Why not?” His eyes sparked and his smile gave you butterflies.
I can’t just quietly leave this here because I MISS THIS KINDA MOMENTS I LIVE FOR THIS SAKURAIBA MOMENTS. its been FOREVER, i miss moments where they just leave it to our imagination while we have these conflicting thoughts about the realness of sakuraiba. like DID THEY HOLD HANDS IN SECRET or NOT? or WAS IT JUST A CASUAL BRO I ACCIDENTLY BRUSHED AGAINTS YOUR HAND MY BAD THING. we’ll never know… we’ll just never know..