look of the day for a week

Only Echoes

My ex’s ghost begins to haunt my apartment a week after the break up. I spot him sitting in our the breakfast nook, sunlight falling like dust through his torso to the rumpled rug in front of the small table. He’s staring out the window, parts of him fading in and out of view.

“No,” I say, grabbing the counter in case my suddenly weak legs betray me. “No.”  

He turns and smiles at me with the weight of the world in his eyes.

I grab my cell phone from the pocket of my sweatpants and call him. One ring. Two rings. Three. 

“Hello?”

My hand tightens around the edge of the counter until I can hear my bones scraping together. “You ass. You don’t get to do this to me. Make it go away.”

He’s silent for a long moment. Then he sighs. “My ghost?”

Yes,” I say. “Get rid of it.”

“You know that’s not how this works,” he says.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to haunt you,” I say. “You broke up with me. That’s how this is supposed to go. So stop.”

Stop or come back.

But he doesn’t say anything else before he hangs up.

I turn to scream at his ghost but, like him, it’s gone.

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“He’s one of those,” my sister says knowingly. She sounds far away and tiny over the computer’s speakers. “You better be careful. Sometimes they don’t leave.”

I consider my cup of cocoa. She’s holding a matching cup half a world away so that they’re connected. I wonder if she’s foregone her usual shot of baileys this time. “What do I do then?”

“Try to move on anyway,” she says. Behind her something peeks around the kitchen doorway and is gone before I can make out who. My sister’s been drinking for a decade and hasn’t once talked about quitting.

“Right,” I say and imagine the poor quality of the speakers hides the hollowness in my voice.

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I don’t know where all this stuff about Lamen with babies came from but I’m all for it so here

  • The Kings are busy as shit yo so the bab probably gets so excited and squeals whenever Papi and/or Papa are finally off duty.
  • They more than likely don’t bring the kid into meetings, come on, but there was one time when the door suddenly opened and the kid walked in and ran over to hug Laurent.
    • “I’M SO SORRY, YOUR MAJESTY, THEY JUST RAN IN-” “I missed you, Papa! :D”
    • Update: Laurent’s heart melted and he had to step out for a moment so baby can have his full, undivided attention.
  • Damen is scary as fuck when with other nobles and soldiers (I mean come on are you really gonna argue with a 9 foot tall piece of beef with a voice deeper than the fucking void???), but shifts into softy mode whenever the kid and/or Laurent are around.
    • Take this moment to imagine said 9 foot tall beef with a happy baby in his arm and a look that will kill in his eyes.
  • The baby LOVES Nik and Jord and LOVES the tired looks on their faces whenever they mess with em.
  • Laurent introducing baby to the horses and letting their little baby hand pet them.
  • Laurent teaches the bab to speak and read in Veretian as well as riding and chess when they’re old enough.
  • Damen teaches the bab Akielon and fighting when they’re old enough.
    • “*senseless babbling*” “You’re already better than Papa, I’m so proud.”
  • Family trips to the Summer Palace where they teach the kid to swim and kinds of plants.
  • Damen and Laurent work hard during the week so they can spend maybe two days with more time to play with baby (thus the invention of weekends).
    • Morning cuddle sessions and tickle fights can I get an amen.
    • Baby loves playing with Papi and Papa, often pretending they’re a court themselves and of course baby is The Best King/Queen ever.
    • Sometimes they all play a game called Go Bother Nik and Jord. Its a tradition now.
Petname Babygirl II pt.3

yoongi x reader

genre: filth..fluff? I don’t know except for the smut, dom!yoongi

this chapter contains a bit of everything, I guess

word count: 10.6k


Your business trip involved boring meetings, some time for yourself and you being naked and tied up underneath your boss.

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Yooran Week Day 7: Pokemon Master and Slave Saeran-zard

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 (Final)

HERE WE ARE. THE EPIC *cough* CONCLUSION TO AN EPIC *splutter* WEEK-LONG (PLUS SOME) BATTLE! Angel Yoosung and Devil Saeran end up as Champion partners in the Pokemon-verse! THE PERFECT ENDING AMIRITE?!? I MEAN, LOOK - SAERAN IS SMILING!!!! OMGOSH

Thank you everyone for joining me on this crazy and highly questionable journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed my crack take on the Yooran Week prompts as much as I’ve enjoyed doing them. The week has been fantastic and as Mod Amy I’m really happy to have seen so many of your amazing entries! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST MUCH LOVE <3333

living the dream

Fandom: Skam
Ships: Chris x Eva and Noora x William
Summary: The double date is Chris’s idea.
(Canon compliant if you squint and pretend Chris x Emma never happened.)
ao3

Two New Messages from Christoffer Schistad:

Hey bro

You know how we’ve always said it would be cool to go on a double date

William Magnusson:

When has either of us ever said that

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NYGMOBBLEPOT WEEK

Based off your votes, prompts have officially been decided! Thank you all who voted and those looking to participate ♥

SEP 18 || Day 1: Murder Husbands

SEP 19 || Day 2: AU/Crossover

SEP 20 || Day 3: Domestic

SEP 21 || Day 4: Regret

SEP 22 || Day 5: Kings

SEP 23 || Day 6: Jealousy

SEP 24 || Day 7: Free Day (Whatever You Want!)

You can do anything you’d like for these prompts. Edits, Fanart, Fanvids, Gifsets, Fanfiction, Moodboards/Aesthetics, Fanmixes, anything you can think of!

Please help spread the word by reblogging this post.

☀7.3k celebration blogrates☀

I’M BACK! my trip to Copenhagen was amazing (even though our flight back was cancelled and we had to spend a night in Malmö)
since i was gone for a week, recently reached 7.3k followers and need more new blogs to follow i decided to do blogrates :) i haven’t done those in a while

  • mbf me
  • reblog this post
  • send me a ☀ and tell me about your day or rec me a book/tv show/movie?
  • blacklist ‘mish does blogrates’ if you do not want these on your dash


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I’ll give you something better to suck on

 Prompt: pastel!dan teasing the fuck out of punk!phil by making sure to always be sucking on something,, bonus points for daddy kink -from @zazzhowell

Summary: Dan seems to always have something in his mouth to suck on to tease Phil, but Phil has had enough.

Wordcount: 1k

Genre: Honestly is that even a question like this is a smut blog what do u expect?

Warnings: Umm, smut? Swearing. All that nice stuff.

A/N: Bonus points for daddy kink? Oh i’ll give you daddy kink (sorrynotsorry). Also this is like totally not another highschool au bc i’m trash. Lmao i’ve been writing this for weeks i’m trash i know. (also hi lil shoutout to my frens lmao u know who u r yes it is i u now know my secret shh) also i never proofread these bc i’d cringe too much but just tell me if i have any major mistakes.

There he was again. This time it was a lollipop. A red one, that left a sticky, glistening coating on Dan’s lips. Phil swears he’s doing it on purpose. Every day for the last week, Dan has been sucking on something. Anything. And the way he always look at his boyfriend with those sweet, innocent eyes, as if he was not in the process of sticking something down his throat. And he knew the affect he had on Phil. The way he’s been accidentally brushing his hands over his boyfriend’s crotch or squeezing his thigh when they were sitting down, or quietly moaning with a lollipop in his mouth as he was now. But the worst part is, he hadn’t given Phil any all that week.

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Fic: Foresight (Vax, Vex, ensemble)

[AO3 | FFN | More Fic]

In his memory, Vax is forever locked in a moment (in a moment in a moment).

Major spoilers for episode 102.

Foresight

SPRING

In his memory, Byroden is forever locked in springtime.

Warm light glints off sun-dappled leaves, distracting the eye from even the most vivid of wildflowers that pitch and sway with the wind-blown grasses. He’s young, sitting in the dirt and watching his sister methodically pull up strands of grass and release them into the wind to flutter and flicker away. He’s thinking about Jerren, the kindly old man next door who’d died last week. He’s thinking about his mother leaning in close with tears in her eyes and saying, “I’m so sorry, but he’s not coming back,” he’s thinking about what it means to end and to make other people feel sorry, he’s thinking about what it means to go and not come back.

“I never want this to end,” he says.

Vex just looks at him, pulling up another handful of grass. “I’m getting hungry. We gotta go in sometime.”

“I mean, I’m gonna remember this when I’m two hundred years old,” Vax says. “This day, today. The way the sun looks and the grass looks and the sky looks.”

She grins. “You’ll definitely forget.”

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jaytimweek 1 month countdown


Good morning RedHeads!

We’re about a month out from our JayTim summer week and very much looking forward to all of your amazing submissions! The official tag for posts is #jaytimweeksum2017 or #jaytimweek2017 or #jaytimweek

Be sure to check out the RULES, and of course, if you have any questions, feel free to send them our way!

One again the prompts are:

JayTim Week :: Summer Edition :: July 24 - 30, 2017

Day 1:  Heatwave // Carnival

Day 2:  Sunburn // Summer Job

Day 3:  Popsicles // Campfire

Day 4:  Beach // Car Wash

Day 5:  Road Trip // Island Vacation

Day 6:  Lifeguard // Water Guns

Day 7:  Gotham Tourist Season //  Fireworks


Happy creating! : D

I am just drowning in the stevetony fluff this week. Look at me writing everything except my stonya3 fic. Yikes.


He could hear Natasha laughing when he shuffled into the kitchen. He had spent the night catching up on the sleep he had lost during his work binge the last couple days, so he knew he probably looked a mess. He had had enough sense last night to take a shower before bed, but he probably still looked like a bleary-eyed crazy person.

He dragged himself over the coffee maker and grunted when he saw it was empty.

“Sorry, Tony,” Clint says, holding what Tony is assuming to be the last cup of the last pot in his hand. “Didn’t think you were going to be up this early.”

Tony turned back to the coffee maker and let out a little whine that he knew probably sounded pretty pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He grumbled a bit to himself as he went about making another pot.

He had just finished setting everything up and was leaning back against the counter with his eyes closed when he heard Steve come back from his run. He let himself slouch a little further into the counter, listening to the noises going on around him. He rubbed his eye with his palm, trying to get rid of the gritty, feeling in them.

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Now Is the Time to Know (That All That You Do Is Sacred)

For @starscythe and the beautiful art she made for Dark OQ Week, Day 1: Getting to Know You. Title taken from Hafiz. [ffn | ao3]

Special thanks to @repellomuggletum15 for being a badass beta, and to @robin-of-locksley for inspiring a line in this.


They got acquainted with each other’s bodies first.

One drink had turned into two (he insisted on buying that one as well), and their coy little glances had grown bolder, heating and opening up to one another in clear looks of want.

And oh what a glorious mess they had made of the tavern that night.

It was strange, in the beginning, to know him and yet not – in a purely physical sense, they were nearly identical, these two Robins who had both breezed into her life at a time when second chances felt like something impossible to her.

The same blue eyes. Those same strong arms (the way they learned to hold her, too). Even that scar up his bicep, the long lines of muscle that swooped down his waistline and tensed whenever she traced them with her tongue.

But the similarities ended there.

The way that he moved, the sound of his groan as he pressed into her – trying to remember a different Robin in him was like opening a book to find the chapters had all been rewritten, and it took a few moments of fumbling with this new kind of intimacy for her to realize how little it mattered in the end.

She was not the same Regina, nor the same Evil Queen, and her different with his different came together so naturally that she eventually decided it was useless to question or dwell on it too long.

She’d made a vow not to waste any more time with this man.

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June 28 : Summer Treats

Aaaand! Another collab with the sweetest bab, @hanzo-motivates / @munzo-does-art !

Decided to swap to up slightly, they colored and I lined!!

Home At Last

Request: “Is that my picture as your home screen?” With Lafayette
Requested by: @hanakatsumi
Pairing: Lafayette x Reader
Word count: 1,167
Tag squad: @musicalmoriarty @imagineham @imaginebeinghamiltrash @butlinislin @drugsdiggs @secretschuylersister @icanneverbesatisfied @daveedish @diggs4life @americanrevelation @tempfixeliza @patron-saintof-sluts @adothoe @shamagangster @crazypurplebananas @chloehamiltonn @getupoffathathang @wolfphantom-m @y-lue



You stared at the calendar on your phone and let out a sigh.

“Only two more weeks to go,” you lament.

Lafayette had already been gone for two weeks, off visiting his family back home in France. When you closed the calendar app you stared at your home screen for a few moments. Lafayette’s handsome face stared back at you with his wide smile. You loved how he got little crinkles around his eyes when he smiled like he was in the picture.

He was a central member of your small group of friends and while their shenanigans kept you busy things just didn’t feel quite the same without the Frenchman. He texted often, but you found yourself missing his voice.


Tonight was group movie night and everyone had piled into your apartment with various snacks, throw blankets, and drinks. The genre that had won the vote for tonight was romantic comedy. It was barely halfway through the movie that it dawned on you that even though you were surrounded by your best friends you felt alone. Laf was always the person you sat with, the person who comforted you during sad movies, made you laugh when you were scared during horror night, shared a blanket with you, and he always brought those sour gummy worms and let you have the blue and red ones.

Looking around the living room you saw Alex and Eliza cuddled together, finger woven together as they watched the movie, John was shamelessly flirting with Peggy while Herc distracted Angelica by throwing popcorn on her. You smiled at their antics and sank lower under your blanket and unlocked your phone and looked and the picture again. It made you feel warm.

-(Y/N) 8:30pm: You’re missing movie night.-

-Laf 8:35pm: Is that so? What genre is it this time?-

-(Y/N) 8:36: Rom-com. I didn’t think you’d be awake. It’s 5:30 in the morning isn’t it?-

-Laf 8:38pm: Yes it is. I wasn’t sleeping well so I got up.-

-(Y/N) 8:40pm: I miss you Laf.-

-Laf 8:41pm: I miss you too ma chère.-

Ma chère… he had never called you that before. You felt your cheeks heat up and a giddy feeling filled you, but the more you thought about the butterflies you were feeling the more nervous you became.


Three weeks. Three weeks of Laf being gone and you had come to the conclusion that you were hopelessly in love with him. Angelica was quick to point out when you confided in her that she had already known that and it has been obvious long before he had left.


“Please you have been in love with him since that first stupid party my family threw at Christmas. You looked like some cartoon with hearts for eyes when he danced with you,” Angelica quipped.

“That isn’t true… I just thought it was sweet of him to ask me to dance,” you countered.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she scoffed.


She was right though, the more you thought about it. You had stamped down those feelings quickly when they had first appeared, ignored them completely, and instead of going away they had come back stronger than ever. His absence had shown you how much you truly depended on him and how happy he made you day in and day out and you had one week to figure out what the hell you were going to do.

So here you were sitting in the apartment Hercules shared with Laf. It was Herc’s turn to host movie night, tonight’s theme was 80s slasher.

“Hey (Y/N) I’m going to run to the store and replenish my candy and booze stock,” Herc said cheerfully, “you’re welcome to tag along or just kick it here.”

“I think I’ll just stay here and hold down the fort.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be back in twenty.”


Hercules has been gone for roughly ten minutes and you sat quietly with your legs tucked under your chin. Just one more week and Laf would be here. You unlock your phone again and look at the background and smiled.

“What am I going to do?”

You mulled over how to proceed after Lafayette got home. What if he didn’t feel the same? Angelica and Eliza both had said it was obvious he felt the same, but if that was true then how come you both hadn’t realized it?

“Is… that my picture on your home screen?”

You slowly turned around at the sound of his voice, it couldn’t be. As you look up Lafayette was leaning slightly over the back of the couch, jacket still on, his bag in hand, the same kind brown eyes and curly hair piled on the top of his head. You stood up quickly and ran around the couch.

“Laf? What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be back until next week,” you say in a rush.

“I had to come back early ma chère.”

God you had missed his voice.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

“Oui, you could say that,” he said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong Laf? You can tell me what happened,” you say concerned.

“I missed you (Y/N)… I missed you so much,” he said closing the distance between you.

“Laf… I don’t see why you left early… that doesn’t…”

You were struggling to figure out the right words to say when he was this close. He reached up and gently brushed his thumb along your jawline. You had a million questions that were erased when his lips met yours. When he pulled away his forehead rested against yours, he looked so at ease and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was alright at first and I was so happy to see my family and be home, but after a week I missed you. I missed everything about you (Y/N). You consumed my thoughts and all I wanted to do was get on a plane. I wanted to come home and see your face and hear your voice,” Laf’s voice was barely above a whisper.

You weren’t exactly sure at what point tears has begun to flow when he had been speaking, but you felt his fingers brush them away. You quickly pull him into another kiss and wrap you arms around him tightly.

“Je t'aime,” he mumbled against your lips, “je t'aime tellement.”

“I love you too Gil.”


“Well, well it’s about God damn time!”

A startled yelp escaped your lips as you look over and saw Hercules standing in the kitchen with an arm full of groceries. Lafayette’s chest rumbled with laughter and it didn’t take long before you joined him. Today had definitely taken an unexpected turn.

“It’s good to have you back,” Herc said.

“Oui… it’s good to be home,” Laf said meeting your gaze and planted a kiss to your forehead.


Good to be home indeed.