I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you,
and I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say.
Let them tell me that you will ruin me.
Let them warn me about
the blood pooling in the lines of your palm,
the disaster lurking at the edges of your shadow,
the sleepless nights and sunless days shifting in your eyes.
Let them talk their voices hoarse.
I won’t listen, you know.
I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you,
and even you cannot convince me otherwise.
You can chase me away all you want, my love.
Wave your steel-blade fingers in front of my eyes.
Shout at me with your death rattle voice.
Kiss me with your bloodthirsty lips.
Rattle my bones with your earthquake heartbeat.
Try all you want, my love,
but you cannot save someone who doesn’t want to be saved
and if loving you is damnation–
and if losing you is salvation—
then by God, I will leap into every circle of Hell
with my eyes wide open and a grin on my lips.
As the snowman loves the Summer
As the shadow loves the Sun
As the boy with wings loves the Sea–
Author’s Note: Ayooooo this is my first time writing a hockey imagine and I hope y’all like it. This is before the Brobeans were split cry. Send me requests please! (This helps with NaNo lol oops sry not sry.)
You had been dating the lovely and idiotic Tom Wilson for ten months when he and his roommate, Michael Latta, casually pointed out that you spent more time at their apartment than your own. They helped you move in and the rest was history.
Fast forward two months later, everything was fine and dandy. Except it wasn’t. You felt like you were slowly losing Tom to hockey. He was never home when you were and every time he left for away games, your chest ached in loneliness. You had a job at a local gym and a few friends but you felt alone in this big city.
So, you decided to end that. One teary phone call later and Lauren Oshie was standing outside the door of Casa de Brobeans. The blonde was the nicest WAG you had met so far considering you’ve only been to two games before. It wasn’t that you hated hockey, no you loved the sport. It’s just the fact that you couldn’t bear to see Tom get the shit beat out of him live.
“Honey, I totally understand. I felt the exact same way when TJ and I first got together but there’s a perfect solution,” she pulled you into a tight hug.
“If you say make more friends, I will strangle you,” you let out a watery giggle and she burst into laughter.
“Nope. Wipe those tears and put on some shoes. We’re going somewhere.”
Two days later, when Michael and Tom returned home, they noticed something was up.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
“Y/N? Babe?” Tom called, dropping his bag at the front door. He immediately checked your shared bedroom and frowned. They always came home to you blasting music and cleaning, working out, or doing something around the house.
He called your phone only to hear it ring from the bedside table. His heart dropped in his stomach. You never left the house without your phone.
“Okay, calm down. Maybe she went for a run! Or to get groceries?” Mike suggested, but even he was feeling a bit nervous.
They sat on the couch and didn’t even turn the TV on. Michael sent a text to Andre who sent one to Nicky who in turn texted Alex who sent out a group message.
No sign of Y/N.
It started to get darker as rain started to hit the windows of their apartment and Tom was getting visibly tenser.
“Maybe she left me,” he said miserably, “I haven’t been home in days and maybe she found someone better.”
“Dude, why the fuck would she do that?”
“I love her. I’ve been too fucking chicken to say it but god I love her.”
“Why haven’t you told her, dumbass?”
“God, I don’t know,” he sighed, burying his head in his hands.
The sound of keys unlocking in the door made them jump up in time to see it swing open. You stepped in, soaking wet and breathless. Your cheeks were red, like you had been running and based on the outfit you were wearing, you were.
“Hey! Welcome home!” you smiled right as Tom pulled you into a bear hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” you frowned, “You guys won every game.”
“Where were you? I was worried sick!”
“Oh! I was taking Cap for a run.”
Tom looked down to see a large chocolate lab staring up at him with pitiful brown eyes. He had a Capitals collar and leash on and a goofy grin, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
“You got a dog?”
“YOU GOT A DOG?!” Latts yelped, pushing Tom aside to pet the dog.
“Yeah. I was getting lonely around here so Lauren and I went and got Cap.”
A smile broke across his face and he shook his head in disbelief before pulling you in for a bruising kiss. You smiled against his lips, dropping Caps leash and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I love you,” he murmured, pulling back so he could look into y/e/c eye’s. You stood on the tip of your toes to kiss him again, “I love you too.”
“And I love you,” Michael sighed, petting Cap who started to lick his cheek.
so i was lucky enough to snag one of @projectnelm’s commission slots for one of my OC’s. can i just say that i woke up to this and CRIED? (happy tears of course)
i cannot put into words how grateful i am for getting the chance to have one of my favorite artists do a piece for me of one of my characters. it’s such an awesome feeling to see one of my beloved characters plucked out of my imagination and depicted so perfectly.
everytime clark throws himself into bruce´s arms, and everytime bruce catches and twirls him around
didn’t like to feel like he was being demanding, but he knew he sort
of was. Bruce seemed so preoccupied these days, and it worried
Clark. Bruce was always so stressed and tense… he just wanted to
take good care of his husband.
look at me,” Clark said, rather more forcefully than the honeyed
tones he had been using.
Bruce looked up at him. Clark sighed. He knew Bruce was ignoring
him on purpose… he was just focusing hard.
Clark also knew that Bruce had said in the past that he appreciated
when Clark kind of helped him take it easier. Gave him a
do the thing,” Clark suggested, smiling. “You know the thing.”
tiled his head. “Which thing?”
grinned and ran towards him. Bruce’s eyes opened up a bit wider.
Clark could practically see Bruce snap out of what had been holding
all his attention and back into the present moment. He opened his
arms, and Clark jumped.
caught him, just like he always did, and he smiled softly.
can fly, dear,” Bruce said.
smiled. “But I feel like a figure skater right now. Do the other
shook his head, but Clark knew he wasn’t annoyed. If he had been
annoyed, he’d have never caught him in the first place. Bruce
twirled them around and around, moving as fast as he could. Clark
laughed joyfully, and Bruce’s smile grew.
you,” Clark breathed, kissing Bruce softly. “For catching me,
and for being… you know. Cute.”
shook his head. “And thank you for helping me hit pause… and for
being a massive dork.”
think you mean to thank me for being an incredibly talented and
acrobatic twirler,” Clark replied, maybe just slightly smugly.
did all the twirling!” Bruce exclaimed. “You’re just talented at
letting me catch you.”
kissed him again. “But you’re still holding me… so you can
Prompt! All the pack having a board game night and it's monopoly! (The evil game) and stiles and Derek are super competitive to the point where Derek confesses his love for stiles in frustration and wins the game and Stiles!!! I have no idea where that came from lol good luck with NaNo!
It’s short and rated G, I hope you like it though. Thank you for prompting me in my time of need.
can’t remember who starts the game nights (it might have been him,
but it could also be Scott or Kira). All he knows is he loves the
monthly game nights at Derek’s place. Tonight’s it’s Monopoly and
Stiles would be winning if it wasn’t for Derek, who’s weirdly
competetive. Stiles has the best streets but Derek has the most money
and most streets. The others are getting bored with the game, Stiles
can tell from Scott looking at the clock every five minutes and Kira
yawning. Derek throws the die and ends up on Stiles’ street with a
hotel on it.