naming her is the hardest thing ever

ink-stained skin // reggie mantle soulmate au

Ink-stained Skin

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Summary: Reggie attempts to contact his soulmate through words written on his skin. (Y/N) attempts to push her soulmate away.


(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:

‘I got football captain!‘ 

with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.

She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.

He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.

He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.

The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.

Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:

‘I hope u r okay.’

He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:

‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’ 

and followed it with a doodle of himself.

She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?

It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.

She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:

'silent treatment?’

She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.


She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”

(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”

“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”

“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”

(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.

Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”

“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”

He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.

After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.

Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.

Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”

“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”


(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.

“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”

“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”

“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”

Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face

'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’

Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.

'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’

Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.

“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”

A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.

“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”

“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.

(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.

As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.

Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.

“It’s you. You’re my soulmate.”

anonymous asked:

How about, in the dorms, they play the worlds biggest game of the floor is lava. Like, not even Tokoyami or Bakugou can resist the game simply because of childhood memories. They place cushions on the stairs so people can go to different floors. Just the kids playing the floor is lava


there are no friends. you have no allies. everyone is out to get you, everyone is out to win, and they will sabotage everyone else in order to secure victory. 

quirks are allowed. because of this, Uraraka and Tokoyami are some of the hardest to knock out of the competition. Uraraka can just make herself float, or make objects hover and jump between them. she’ll cancel out her powers and cause whatever poor soul who happened to be the floating armchair to fall onto the floor. Tokoyami, of course, has his Shadow.

Bakugou, Kaminari or Todoroki take Tokoyami out first. their quirks are the worst match up for Tokoyami, and just like in the sports festival, it all ends rather quickly. 

Kaminari is often taken out fast. partially because he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone with his quirk. partially because he’s just. naturally clumsy.

there are debates about whether Todoroki’s ice counts as lava or as an object. Todoroki insists that it should count as an object because it’s ice, but Mineta and Kaminari think it’s cheating and should be counted as him touching the floor.

Kirishima is REALLY DIFFICULT to knock out because he can make himself hard and block all attacks. he’s usually one of the last few in the game.

Sero can use his tape to bounce from object to object. the only way to knock him out is if you body slam him, or cut his tape mid-swing. he’ll also use his tape to grab onto unsuspecting people to make them stumble and fall to their dramatic deaths. he’s great at knocking people out.

Aoyama is easy to knock to the floor. it’s hard to use his laser indoors and he’s not as agile as the others. he’s usually the first to go.

Mineta is goddamn hard to pick off. his balls stick to ANYTHING and sometimes he’ll just stick to walls and stay out of the chaos. he’ll also throw his balls at people in order to knock them off their balance–they end up in really odd positions, stuck upside down to the side of the counter, or sideways on the back of the couch. either way, they can’t get off and they’re forced to forfeit. 

Momo is somewhere in the middle. she’s great at making objects to defend or help herself, but sometimes it takes too long to make them and she’s knocked out before she can dodge.

Shouji is VERY HARD to knock off balance. but he finds it easy to take people out (in non-harmful ways; even if it’s a competition, he’s not gonna accidentally hurt his classmates). HOWEVER, sometimes his size makes it hard for him to jump onto the smaller objects and he’ll fall over thanks to his own weight.

Tsuyu is queen. she’s super quick and agile and able to stick to anything, and her tongue makes it easy for her to sabotage the others. she is ruthless. (tho she apologizes after every ‘attack’)

Mina has AMAZING reflexes and is hard to hit. she’s usually taken out by her own misjudgement of where she’s landing, or someone accidentally knocking into her. 

Satou and Kouda, like Shouji, are also very big. both have a hard time finding balance when landing on smaller surfaces. Satou’s quirk doesn’t really help him here, and he IS getting better with his balance. Kouda makes up for his lack of balance by sending bugs after people who’re trying to get him out of the game.

Ojirou is goddamn hard to knock off balance with that tail of his. plus, he’s a martial artist, so he’s got a LOT of balance training. he’s usually one of the last few left. 

Jirou is able to use her sound attacks to vibrate tables and the floor in order to throw off the other student’s balance. she is, however, rather easy to knock out b/c it takes concentration to use her attacks, and she leaves herself open.

Iida uses his engines to fly from table to chair to pillow, but sometimes the momentum will make him trip. he finds the game great practice for his control, tho he does get frustrated since he lost a few times at first

Tooru. Tooru is fucking HARD to beat because she plays in her hero outfit (or less) and no one can see where she lands. the only thing they have to by by are her little reaction sounds (from jumping and landing) when figuring out where she is 

and last but not least, Izuku and Bakugou. these two. these two are the GODDAMN HARDEST OF ALL THE STUDENTS TO BEAT. 

THEY’VE BOTH GOT AMAZING REFLEXES, THEY BOTH CAN MANEUVER IN THE AIR, AND PARKOUR IS GODDAMN THEIR MIDDLE NAME. not to mention they’re both SO FUCKING FAST that no one can ever knock them out. fuckers can dodge like no-one’s business, and it frustrates the entire class.

the game almost always ends with these two trying to beat each other. Bakugou gets especially pissed because Izuku learned most of those moves from him, so it’s like he’s fighting a goddamn copy of himself. 

they usually end in a tie. they’ll slam into each other and the’ll both get knocked to the ground. they also have the exact same amount of wins and loses. 

that doesn’t stop the other students from trying to win, tho. they wanna beat Deku and Kacchan because they’re so amazing, and with each game, it gets harder and harder to knock everyone out. 

Bakugou and Izuku actually love this, because it means more training and fighting each other at their best (well, as much as they can in a game like this)

Aizawa and All Might usually watch from the corners to make sure no one gets seriously hurt. they’re so proud of their kids, tho, because this training is so good for them. it’s harmless and great for honing reflexes and attacks.

also, they just love to see their kids improve. what proud dads

Four Word

@stylishmuser asked for “I really need you” . Thank you so much for asking love! And thank you so much for @fuckzarry for being my beta reader! I love you both very much a lot.

There’s a lot drama here:

Sometimes it was all too much. And this time, you couldn’t handle anymore.

Being Harry’s significant other was never an easy task, but sometimes it was too much. Specially because despite all the hype and all the things that people said about him, at the end of the day he was a real-life human. He had feelings, and sometimes he messed up.

One of the hardest things ever was see other women’s name linked to him in headlines in different sites all over the internet: The cheating rumours, the break up rumours, the “He’s not so interested in her anymore” rumours… it was a huge variety of subjects that people came up with and for you to deal.


What people didn’t know – and you would never tell – is that Harry wasn’t that perfect boyfriend that everyone talks and dreams with. Not because he didn’t want to, of course, but just because he couldn’t. Sometimes he didn’t have time to have a proper meal in the middle of a rush day, running from one place to another, and then to another, flying oceans to be in different places in the space of 10 hours.  

Sometimes days went by without you and him talking on the phone or answering each other’s text, and the only way for you to listen to his voice was listening to his songs, or maybe watching the interviews and concert’s videos on twitter timeline.

Sometimes your boyfriend was a completely strange to you.

Sometimes you thought that you couldn’t handle it.

This time you were sure about that.

Your hands were shaking and you weren’t sure about how you would say this to him. Harry came to your home for a night only, since he was flying back on the next morning. You could hear the water run in the bathroom, while he was quietly having a shower.

You rehearsed the words repeatedly, but you couldn’t ever find an easy way do to it. Since the first time you met him, you knew that you couldn’t ever ask him to choose between you and his career – and you never would do that too – and at this point, you were feeling more like a holdback than a supporter that you should be.

He was doing so well, with sold-out tours all around the world, a movie coming out, a new top chart album and all the plans he had for the next years… and it was clear for you that you hadn’t a place in the middle of all this.

You tensed all your body when you heard the bathroom door opening and saw Harry coming to the room, his skin warm and wet from the shower. He was wearing a pink towel around his hips and by the look on his face, he had no intentions of putting a boxer on.

“Hey pet, what’s wrong?” He said frowning at you, climbing in bed behind you and kissing your neck.

“We need to talk,” your voice was almost a whisper, butterflies dead on your stomach, a heavy feeling on your chest. Harry nodded and you turned over to him, watching his tired green eyes looking into yours, patiently. It took a minute or two until you could recollect your feelings and say, “I think we shouldn’t be together anymore.”

“What?”  Harry said in a high-pitched voice, confused like you were talking a different language. “What are you talking about, pet?” He said putting his hand in your face, and once again it was all too much.

You got up from the bed and closed your eyes, feeling tears burning your eyes and your throat closing around the next words you had to say. You planned to make this quick, so you wouldn’t have time to regret it or think too much.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, Harry. We need to break up.” You said again firmly, and Harry was frozen, staring at your eyes as if he could see inside your soul.

And he could.

“Where is this coming from, pet? Is it because of the last headline about Tess? You know I would never che-“

“It’s not because of that, Harry. I know you would never cheat on me. You don’t even have time for that.” You said looking at your bare feet, already regretting it. You should have done this over the phone. You shouldn’t have waited until you had a sad, tired eyes, wet and naked Harry in your bed.

“Then what’s it fo’ pet? I don’t understand…” Harry got up from the bed and stopped in front of you, letting his hands fall to his sides when he tried to reach for you, but you gave a step back. You would burst in flames and tears if he touched you in that moment, but you needed to be firm in your choice.

“Please don’t make this harder,” you whispered to him, avoiding his eyes.

“Tell me the reason,” he said after a minute, sitting again on the edge of the bed. “If you’re going to break up with me this suddenly, you need to have a good reason to do it. And I deserve to know. Tell me and I’ll leave.”

Sometimes it was all too much. Feeling the tears running down your face against your will, you knew that he was right, that this all was very sudden, that you really needed a good reason to do it, and that he deserved to know.

“You’re gonna laugh,” you said with a sad smile, but his eyes kept too serious, too tired.

“It’s not a funny moment actually.” He said and felt your cheeks red with shame for making a joke in a moment like that.

“Okay then…” You whispered and took another deep breath, looking into his eyes, “I feel like I’m a holdback in your life right now and there’s not much you can say that can change this. I just feel like… I don’t see a future. You’re super important and you’re doing equally important things right now and this is awesome, but I don’t see how we can be together in the middle of all this. I love you, please don’t ever think that I don’t. And just because I love you this much I feel like I need to let you go, because you deserve all the things that you have conquered till now with hard work, and I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

You chocked with tears, looking at the floor again, wishing that someone could invent a machine that erase painful memories, so you could delete this moment from your mind forever.

Harry was watching you, measuring every word you said like he was tasting them, feeling how bitter they taste was in your tongue, in the back of your throat.

“Bullshit,” he said after a minute, getting up again, “All you said is bullshit. What the fuck is wrong with you, pet?” And then his eyes were tired and annoyed.

“Well, Harry is the way I feel.” You said defensively, putting your arms around you as if it was cold.

“I understand that, and I know that lately stuff has been especially difficult to you but it’s bullshit when you said that we don’t have a place in the future. You are my future.  I know you are too good for me and that I’m not being the best boyfriend that exist on this planet but fuck… I really need you.” Harry ran his fingers through his wet hair, frustrated with all of this. “I don’t know what I can do for you to understand how much I love you but let’s just… try again? It all will be better in a few weeks…”

Harry looked at you, waiting for your answer, and all you could do was breathe quickly, trying to make your heart beat slower so you could come with a rational answer. You loved Harry and all the things he said were true. He would have less promo in the next weeks and then he would have a small tour, where you would be able to see him in many places and dates. Next year would be a mess, but it was too soon to worry about that yet.

“I feel like… I’m so ashamed, Harry. I’m so afraid to be a bad thing in the middle of all the good ones that are happening to you.” You said hiding your face in your hands, feeling Harry’s warm body around you a second later, his lips on your forehead, reassuring your crying.

“I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, please keep this in mind, don’t you ever forget about that.” He whispered softly, walking with you in his arms and falling in the bed, turning off the lights so you both could rest.

“You won’t be here tomorrow, and I don’t know how to not feel like this.” You whispered with your face nuzzled on his neck, tears running down your face to his skin. He kissed your forehead again, rubbing his lips on your skin till your tears ceased and you fell asleep, just to wake up in the morning with a headache and an empty space next to you on the bed, to match with the emptiness inside your chest.


Be Okay - Karamel One Shot.

Her world stopped 6 months ago. Then it started spinning again, at a much slower pace, so slow it ached her heart. It was so slow, sometimes it didn’t feel like it was moving, and she relived that day again and again. Every night, she hoped she would fall asleep immediately without dreaming of him: on the other hand, she craved his presence so much she would’ve given everything she had to see him in her dreams, to hold him, to touch him, to talk to him again.
It’s not like everyone else’s world stopped.

Like for Alex.
Alex proposed to Maggie on the same night Kara’s world stopped: she was obviously over the moon for her sister’s engagement, but how could she really celebrate Alex finding the love of her life if she had just lost hers?
Selfish- Kara knew that, so she kept quiet.
Kara has been okay for 6 months. Kara was okay. That’s how she replied to her dear ones, whenever they showed their concern over her. She never stepped into the alien bar again, unless Supergirl had to save someone there; she was doing great at CatCo, she still butted heads with Snapper but, everything was great. Most of the days. Some days.
But she was Supergirl, right? She doesn’t bend or break. She had to be okay. Supergirl saved the world, everyone loved Supergirl, everyone praised Supergirl for saving National City from the Daxamite invasion, but Kara couldn’t stand hearing that word.
But she had to be okay, because she was Supergirl, and as a superhero, she must’ve been strong and never break. Then why did everyone around Kara treated her like she was about to crumble?

She hid the tears in her eyes with a laugh, she muffled the horrendous feelings she felt with a smile. She had to be okay, because if she wasn’t, it would’ve affected everyone else. And Alex..she couldn’t ruin Alex’s mood, she was the happiest she’d ever been, Kara could easily see that, she loved her sister too much to make a bad move and ruin everything, so she calculated her actions: the time for smiles, for jokes, silly stories, it was pretty believable. Kara didn’t know how long that farce would’ve lasted but…she would’ve kept it up until she could.
“Do you like this dress, Maid of Honor?”
“I love it!”
“You said it for every dress you’ve tried on, c'mon..what’s your favorite?”
“Alex, I’m serious, I like them all! Which one do you prefer?”
“Kara, you’re nerve wracking. Pick one.”
“The blue one.” She sighed, she just wanted that wedding madness to be over.
“Great! It would’ve been a mess if you didn’t pick up a dress three days before the ceremony.”
Alex’s phone rang twice before she picked it up.
“J'onn, I’m paying for Kara’s dress, can we tal– uhm, what? Emer- are you sure? Okay, I’m on my way.”
“Is everything okay? Do they need us at work?”
“No, no, it’s a minor thing, I can handle it.” Alex handed her credit card to the brunette woman and gave the shopping bag to her sister, before running away.

The big day had arrived, the ceremony was very intimate, less than 20 people were in attendance, mostly colleagues of the two women. Maggie wore a suit, with a dark blue tie, her eyes lit up as soon as Alex entered the room, Kara could sense the love the two soon-to-be wives shared with just one look; Alex deserved all the love in the world and Maggie’s love was pretty close to that amount. During the vows, sobs could be heard all over the place; it wasn’t a easy road for them, Kara remembered how she stood by Alex’s side in what was probably the hardest period of her life, figuring herself out. Yet she got the happiest of the endings.
Kara couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever find hers. She surely felt the happiest in the months she shared with him, she thought it was ridiculous how much a single person could have had such a great impact on her life, he changed everything, he turned her world upside down, he made her see things she had never seen before, he made her feel things she had never felt before, and she thought she wouldn’t ever feel such things..until he literally fell into her life. Kara had dreamed about finding that kind of love that makes you wanna laugh, cry, yell, jump, lie down, and she did find it. But she had lost it too.

Before she realized it, he was gone. But she had to be okay, she tried to suppress every thought of him, she could barely mention his name.
“It will get better.” She heard that sentence so many times, she almost believed it and repeated it to herself to get through the hardest days: that day was one of the hardest, undoubtedly.
Kara threw herself over the food, avoiding long conversations, trying to ignore the sappy songs the band was playing. Alex used to hate that music, yet, look at her, she was smiling so big, with tears of joy filling her eyes, swinging with her lover in her arms. Love could really change people, being in love, giving love, taking love, ripping love.. that was her case.
Kara’s love arrived so suddenly and unexpectedly, and it was ripped away in the same way. What she felt for him was so profound, she laughed at the idea of feeling anything slightly close to that for somebody else; what they shared was an unbreakable bond, and now that they were apart, she felt a thread pulling her to him, but she couldn’t move, she feared that that tie could’ve been broken. What if he never came back?
That question creeped in the back of her mind, like a monster under a child’s bed, she knew it was there, but she couldn’t fight it. Having superpowers is pointless when your own mind is your biggest weakness, she thought.

“Alex, my beautiful sister-” Kara stood up with a glass in her hand “-and Maggie, you amazing woman, I’m so glad that you two found each other. Maggie, you make my sister the happiest person on Earth, and I’m eternally grateful to you for that, and I know how you would do anything to protect her, literally. I don’t– I know love is hard, finding love is hard, being together is hard, balancing that with a job that puts you in danger everyday is hard. But you kept fighting for it, that’s the most important never let each other go..and you made your happy ending. In a world full of sadness and negativity, you give me hope. You showed me that no matter how many–how many obstacles you will go through, you will overcome them, because you’ll stay at each other’s side. R-ride or die, right? I’m thankful for having you in my life. I love you.”
At this point Kara went to hug the two women, her tears falling on their shoulders. She had reached her breaking point.
She wasn’t okay. She wasn’t okay.
“I’m proud of you, Kara. I love you.” The older sister held the younger like in one of those nights, when she first arrived on Earth, she had recurring nightmares and she felt alone and..lost.

Kara felt an electric shock, going through her bones and skin: there was a shift in the air, she thought it could’ve been the sense of peace coming after releasing all the emotions she had bottled up for months, but something in the atmosphere had changed. She closed her eyelids, but she felt her sister turning around, pulling away.
She heard that voice. His voice.
Her eyes opened quickly, making sure that it was a mirage but..she saw him. Standing in front of her.
Everyone was staring in his direction, so it probably wasn’t an hallucination. She stepped closer to his silhouette, slowly and carefully, almost afraid that a wrong move would’ve made him disappear.
He didn’t move, he was just looking at her with expectancy, she hadn’t reacted. She recognized those eyes and she touched his face. “Mon-El?” Kara hadn’t pronounced those two syllables out loud for so long, her lips felt a weird sensation.
His palm touched hers on his cheek, her knees felt weak; “H-how?”
He gave her a weak smile and she didn’t even let him reply. She just sobbed into his strong arms, burying her face in his neck. Her necklace was still there. Kara knew there was a bunch of (confused) people around them, but she couldn’t care at all. Mon-El was back with her. She was okay. She was more than okay.

“Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.” Kara whispered through the tears. “Because I feel your arms around me.” She chuckled bitterly, thinking about the dreams she had about him.
“This isn’t a dream.” He cupped her face smiling, resting his forehead on hers like always.
Somebody started clapping and she hated it: but at least it made it real, Mon-El was with them.
Kara grabbed his hand and led him out of everyone’s sight, still in complete shock, with tears streaming down her face.
“How did this happen? The lead in the atmosphere..are you okay?”
Every question was followed by a touch, just to be sure, again, he was really there.
“I am okay. Well, when I went away..I got into a portal that got me to the 31st century. A group of heroes helped me find a cure to get back to you, and in the meantime..I became the hero you thought I could be. I helped them saving the world multiple times, I’ve been called a hero multiple times, but you were my inspiration behind all of that. You were in my heart the whole time, and you helped me get through my weakest times. I know it’s been 6 months for you.. But it’s been almost 2 years for me. Yet..nothing changed.” He touched her blonde hair, while she processed all the information she got in such a short time.

“So, you aren’t allergic to lead anymore?”
“Nope.” He took a deep breath.
Kara threw herself in his arms and Mon-El picked her up to spin her around. “When did you arrive, though?”
He scratched his chin, “3 days ago, but I didn’t want to go to you immediately..I didn’t know if you moved on, and..”
“Mon-El.. how could I move on? I love you. Even if now I’m mad at you for hiding for three damn days? Where did you go?” She playfully hit his arm, but her eyebrows shot up.
“I went to the DEO first, praying that you wouldn’t have been there, but I found out that you were out shopping for the wedding. I can’t even lie, I almost thought that you were the bride. I felt so relieved when J'onn told me that Alex was getting married, I’m so so happy for them..” He chuckled lightheartedly. “I explained that I didn’t want to see you right away, he called Alex, and we set up a plan.. I stayed at Winn’s place. And here I am.”
“Wow. This is..unbelievable. These months..were hard. It was like I was surrounded by a wall of glass, I could see everyone’s joy but I couldn’t take part in it. I can’t even comprehend how you could do this for almost 2 years.”

“I had hope, you taught me to be hopeful. I knew that everything would’ve been alright.”
“I hated this sentence for all these months, who would’ve thought that they were right, after all?” Kara smiled, truly, her lover mirrored her expression.
“Kara..” Their fingers intertwined on her flowy dress.
“I really need to do something.” His voice lowered, Kara felt shivers.
“I really need to kiss you, or I’ll go crazy. May I?”
Kara cupped his face and simply replied with her lips on his, it tasted like the oxygen she felt missing in her lungs, it tasted like happiness. It tasted like a happy ending, or better, a brand new happy beginning.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you even more.”
“It’s good to say it when neither of us are crying.”
“It feels really good.” Kara laughed and hid her face in the crook of his neck, she missed being this carefree and..happy: like that Dopey grin, butterflies in her stomach happy.


AND HERE IT IS! 😁😁 I hope I can write some more content for the fam during this hiatus, but finding inspiration is pretty hard.😪 I know it’s not the best, but I tried and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in my inbox or in the reblogs maybe, love you allllll!😘😘😘❤❤

All Started With a Song Part 8 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2304

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n-(feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) ok so i hd to repost it bc i forgot to put part 8. im so sorry omg. but this will be last part for a few days. hope you enjoy.


“Oh. My. God.”

“LA is so beautiful, and we haven’t even left the airport!” Alice giggled.

“I am so excited,” you smiled, walking towards the luggage claim.

“What are we doing first?” Olivia asked.

“Checking in at the hotel, then we can find somewhere to have lunch. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” she stopped. “Thanks again Y/n/n. It means a lot that you chose me to come with you.”

“Of course Liv, you deserve the world and more. The least I can do is take you on a mini adventure with me,” you smiled.

She pulled you into a hug, muttering another ‘thank you’ into your shoulder.


You guys had some trouble checking in at the hotel.

“What do you mean we don’t have a room?” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. There is no room reserved under Y/l/n.” he gave you an unapologetic smile.

You walked away from the counter and called Sabrina.

“Hey girl! How’s LA?”

“It’s nice, but the hotel is saying they don’t have a room for us,” you were trying your hardest not to cry.

“Really? That’s odd. You said my last name right?”

“What? It’s under your name?”

“Oh my gosh, did I not tell you? I’m so sorry!”

You chuckled, “Its okay.”

“To make it up you girls, I’ll take you out to lunch,” she said.

“Sounds good! Meet you in 20.”


You ended up going to In-N-Out, it was the greatest thing you’ve ever had.

“This is so good, why doesn’t London have this?” Olivia moaned into her burger.

“So what are your plans for today?” Sabrina asked, munching on a fry.

“Hmm, I don’t quite know. We were probably just gonna chill at the hotel.” Alice sipped on her drink.

“Well, I know that you two,” she said pointing at Alice and Olivia. “Probably don’t have plans tomorrow while Y/n is with Anth.”

“Not really. We weren’t going to explore LA until Sunday and Monday.”

“I may or may not have scheduled you guys’ spa appointments,” she smiled.

“Really?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, but if you guys aren’t up for it, I can cancel.”

“Who would turn down a spa day??” Alice laughed.

After lunch you parted ways with Sabrina. The three of you went back to the hotel, had a swim, took lots of pictures, and just had a great time. The girls also helped you practice for tomorrow.

You were really nervous about tomorrow. The last time you went to sing a duet you were humiliated. So who knows how tomorrow will go.


You weren’t supposed to meet Anth until noon, but you were wake by 7. You just couldn’t sleep any longer. You had to get everything ready and make sure it was perfect. You couldn’t be late or early. Everything needed to be planned. You weren’t going to ruin this collab as well.

Though you didn’t exactly ruin the last one.

“Alice, Olivia, I’m going to shower. Please get up, I want breakfast soon.” You said as you grabbed your clothes and headed to the shower.

Throughout the showers, many tears were shed. This was the only time you allowed yourself to cry, about anything you needed to.

You were mainly crying because you hadn’t gotten any answers. It had been almost 2 weeks and he hadn’t even tried to apologize. You let the tears run down your face. What did you do to make him so angry? Why did he hurt you like that? Did he truly forget?

These questions ran through your brain every day. But you only acknowledged them at these times.

After a good 15 minutes of self-pity you got out of the shower. You were careful to make sure your face wasn’t red nor puffy when you left the bathroom.

“Almost ready?” you asked as you dropped the towel in your make-shift pile of dirty clothes.

“Yes, just a few more curls to go,” Olivia said, twirling her curling wand.

“I need to do my eyebrows, then we can go.” Alice said as she grabbed her eyebrow palette and took a seat in front of the mirror.

You three finished getting ready in silence, but it wasn’t weird.


After breakfast you three went back to the hotel. You had made an agreement before you got here that you weren’t going to explore until you had the entire day, cuz you all knew that you’d get sidetracked and be late.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Ten past ten,” Alice said as she scrolled through Instagram.

“Where are you meeting him?” Olivia asked as she flipped through the channels on TV, stopping on The Notebook.

“In the hotel he’s staying at,” you answered.

“Ooooh his hotel room,” Alice wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ew stop!” you threw a pillow at her. “I don’t see him like that.”

“He’s definitely boyfriend material,” Olivia smirked.

“I don’t even know him!”

“You didn’t know Conor,” said Alice as you glared at her. “Sorry.”

“I just, I just don’t know what I did wrong! Did I say something or not say something. Was I a jerk? Was I too forward? Too clingy? I just don’t understand what I did!” you cried.

“Hey,” Olivia hugged you. “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Nothing. This is not your fault. What happened was completely his fault. And I’m sorry he hasn’t given you answers, but don’t you dare blame yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sniffled. “He’s at fault here, not me.”

“You should post a picture on Instagram to show him what he’s missing.”

“I should.”

You posted a picture of you at the restaurant you went to this morning. Olivia had taken the picture. It was of you holding a cup of tea, you were looking at the camera smiling. You thought you looked amazing, because you did. Your eyes sparkled with joy and your smile was as bright as the sun.

You posted the picture with the caption that said:

the barista judged me for getting tea instead of coffee…

You decided to curl your hair for the video with Anth. So you were sat on the ground in front of the mirror as Alice and Olivia watched The Notebook.

“Oh my god.” Alice gasped.

“What?” you looked at her through the mirror.

“He liked your picture.”

“Who did?” you sat the curling wand down and turned to face your friends.

“Conor did.”


You went to reply when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you stood up and walked out into the hallway.

“Who’s she talking to?” Olivia asked Alice.

“No idea. But this is getting out of hand,” she sighed.

“Conor needs to stop playing her like this.”

“We have to do something.”

“I know, but what?”

“Hey guys,” you said, walking back in. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you tonight. Have fun at the spa and don’t do anything stupid!”

You walked out of the hotel and waited for your Uber. The ride there was actually nice.

“So where ya headed?” the older lady asked.

“A friend’s house, we’re going to film a cover for his YouTube channel,” you smiled.

“Exciting. How’s your week been?”

“Honestly? It could have been better, but I’m on vacation so I’m not complaining.”

“Do you want to take about it?”

“Really?” you asked.

“Sweetheart, I have a 14 year old. I’m used to talking them through their problems.”

“There’s this guy, and he was really nice but then he did something really rude and he’s been ignoring me since. All I want to know is what I did wrong,” you sighed.

“Have you tried approaching him?”

“Well, he’s kind of famous. So no.”

“Ah, I see. Well do you want my advice as a stranger or a mom?”


“Okay, well my advice as a stranger is to block him on everything and try to forget what happened. He’s not worth it.”

You chuckled, “And your advice as a mom?”

“Try to talk to him. Don’t ask for an apology, just an explanation. If it’s a dumb one then move on. If it’s reasonable then try to work through it.”

“Wow, thank you so much.”

She parked the car and turned around, “Anytime.”

“Here you go,” you gave her your money and exited the vehicle. Once you were on the side walk you turned around, “your child is one lucky kid.”


The walk to Anth’s room was quiet, which allowed you to think. This is the first time since he liked your picture that you’ve had time to think about it.

How fucking dare he do that?

He had no right.

He ignored you for almost 2 weeks then likes your photo.

You were pissed off. He was playing you, or at least trying to. You weren’t going to fall into his tricks anymore. He was a dick and he didn’t deserve you.

You finally arrived to Anth’s room and knocked.

“Hi, you must be Y/n!” he smiled, embracing you in a hug.

“That’s me,” you laughed.

“I have so many ideas,” he said, leading you into the main room of the loft.

“I’m all ears,” you said as you sat down.

“So since you have a higher voice than me I was thinking we could do a duet that was originally sung by a guy and a girl.”

“I agree, do you have any ideas?”

“I have one,” he opened his phone and a song began playing. It was ‘Secret Love Song’ by Little Mix.

“I love this song!” you stood up and began singing along as you danced around the living room.

“And I also wrote a rap for it,” he handed you his notes and you read over them.

“Anth, this is amazing!” you read the lyrics, you were in awe of this boy.

“Thanks,” he stood up. “Are you sure it’s not too scandalous?” he asked as he started to set up the lights.

You grabbed the second light and followed his movements, “Why would you think that?”

He gave you a look.

“Oh, that.”


“Did he tell you?”

“No, and you don’t have to.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?” you smirked. “It doesn’t bother me anymore.” That wasn’t a complete lie, it still hurt but not as bad.

“Oh thank god, I’ve been dying to know,” he laughed.

So you told the story once more. Explaining what happened, how you felt, how you assumed he felt all while setting up.

“So,” you started, sitting down in front of the camera. “What’s the key to making a cover amazing?”

“All the emotion you feel towards Conor, put it into your singing.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”


The recording was amazing. Though you did have to do multiple takes due to laughing, getting distracted or crying uncontrollably.

The one thing you loved about Anth is that he didn’t judge you. The first time you cried while recording, he simply stopped the camera and gave you a tissue. He waited until you told him you were ready.

After finally getting all the footage needed you two ordered pizza.

“Would you mind if I invited my friends over?” you asked, as you took a drink of your water.

“I don’t mind, just make sure they don’t post the location.”

“Got it,” you chuckled as you sent Alice a text telling her they could come over.

“Okay,” you started.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“You know my story, what’s yours?””

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Honestly?” he nodded.

“Why do you think he did it?” you asked shyly.

“I have no clue. You’re an amazing girl and he lucked out.”

“Do you think I did something?”

“The thing with Conor is, he doesn’t know what to do when put into a situation. And half the time, he’ll pick the easy option.”

“That’s the thing though!” you threw your hands up. “I don’t know what situation he was put into.”

“Have you asked him?”

“I was going to, but he unadded me on everything. I took that as a sign to leave him alone.”

There was a knock at the door.

Anth put his hand on your thigh, “I don’t know why he did what he did. Just know, he’s the type of guy that will do anything, and I mean anything to make sure you know he’s sorry.” And with that he got up and answered the door, returning with your two closest friends.

The rest of the night was filled with lots of laughter and good music.

At first it was just videos of you four singing in your loudest voice possible but then it got serious. You got into teams and began battling against each other. So it was fair, Alice and you were on one team while Olivia and Anth on another.

It got super tense when Anth and you were up against each other.

He began rapping which honestly shouldn’t have caught you off guard, but it did. So then you started to sing You & I by One Direction, which caused him to smirk thinking he had won. But when you hit that high note everyone’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit Y/n.” he gasped.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Does that mean I win?”

“I’ll say you won if you agree to do another cover with me.”

“I don’t know,” you trailed off. “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

This caused all four of you to burst out laughing.

But then the door knocked.

“Who else did you invite?” Anth asked.

“No one.” You three said in unison.

“I’ll go check, just in case it’s a fan.” You said walking to the door.

When you opened the door you froze. You did not expect to see him of all people.

Conor Maynard was standing right in front of you.



Requests- Like a Romeo and Juliet type forbidden love between Tom and Reader

Where Peter broke up with the reader to protect her, but after he saves her from the Vulture, he apologises and they make up and fluff.

Prompt- “Did you think leaving you was easy? No! It was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.”

AN- I got two requests for this prompt and they both gave me an idea, so I’ll use both of them and an idea of my own. 


Originally posted by optimus-grimes

It wasn’t all plain sailing being thrown into the spotlight from the second you were born, Y/N Stark, the next heir of the Stark fortune and undeniable brains that came with the name. But you had never had the chance to flourish, instead you held firmly under lock and key by your father, constantly protected by the grey walls of the compound you called home.

You had grown up with your father spending multiple weeks and even months away, forcing you to be brought up by his endless amounts of staff. Happy was always your favourite, especially after he was no longer ‘Iron Man’s’ body guard, he was around a lot more than your dad.

Sure, you had the company of the World’s Mightiest Heroes, but you never clicked with any of them, with an exception of Natasha. That was simply because you’d known her the longest out of all of them. Yet, just like your dad she was away most of the time, saving the world and all that jazz.

You had always sworn you wouldn’t get attached to any of the heroes, it was too dangerous, they could get ripped away from you at any moment. And you probably aren’t going to have a chance to say goodbye.

That was until one day you heard your dad enter the lab where you were currently messing around with some of the bits he had laying around. It was pretty much the only thing you could do without Tony freaking out so you took full advantage of the slight freedom. You were used to him coming in alone checking up on you, and occasionally messing around with you, though this time there was another voice with him.

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anonymous asked:

for the dialogue prompt ask!! bellarke and "I just really need to have you here right now"

listen, this is not what i intended to write and for that i am sorry. this is also pure speculation based off of the spoilers from leaked scripts WAY back when, so beware of possible spoilers. but also this has no scientific backing and probably doesn’t make sense, sorry. i’m emotional right now.

also this is my first time writing non-modern verse blarke so, be aware of that. have fun.

When Bellamy was seven years old, his mother’s muffled screams filled the small, metal compartment that he called home, and then it was the soft cries of a newborn girl he named after an old emperor’s sister, a woman who stood tall and strong against all odds. He hoped that his Octavia could do the same, even if she had to live her entire life in fear of being discovered, of being criminalized for her birth.

After they fall to earth, after they lose and find each other over and over again, Bellamy thinks that she’s going to be the hardest thing he’s ever going to have to lose. And oh god, he can’t believe he’s wrong.

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The Lady in Red (8/10)

Title: The Lady in Red (8/10)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 1253
Warnings: Angst

Steve woke with the feeling of a slight weight on his head. He slowly lifted his head and Y/N’s hand dropped to the bed. She was still sleeping. He watched her face in the early morning light streaming in through the window. She looked so peaceful and serene. He could stare at her all day. And now her memory was back. Steve didn’t know what that would mean, but it didn’t change how he felt about her. He didn’t want her to leave but he steeled himself with the knowledge that he would let her go if that’s what she wanted.

“Still sleeping?” Bruce whispered as he stepped into the room and handed Steve a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, she probably needs it. I’m not sure how well she’s been sleeping at night but I know she’s had at least one nightmare.” Steve replied softly.

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Of Maeve

I remember the nervous thrill and exciting uncertainty when it had been a month and a week since I’d last seen my period and similarly the same time the pregnancy test only showed half of the second pink line.Niall was sure I was pregnant but I still wanted to go to the clinic to check.

I remember every aspect of the doctor’s exam room-the educational posters on the white walls,the serene painting and the medicine cabinet to the left of me.It was deathly silent aside from the wax paper crinkling underneath my ass and the air smelled sterile like the whole room was bathed in hand sanitizer.Niall was standing next to me,his more calloused hand in mine,heat and anxiety radiating off him.I was lying on my back on the examination table,my gelled tummy exposed to the cold conditioned air. We were waiting to see a little black dot on the screen which would be a gestation sac-an indication that I was indeed pregnant. We never found it.

“Mr and Mrs. Horan I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news..’’The Doctor went on to say that the shape of my uterus had made an environment that wasn’t ideal for birth but I didnt hear that.I heard that it was my fault.I felt so disappointed because this was my fault,Niall was biting down hard on his fist to stop the sound of his sobs but there were tears flowing down his red cheeks and ruby rings forming around his eyes.The doctor glaced at us before stepping outside,bringing a pamphlet about adoptions a few minutes later.

All the days I had spent rubbing my soon-to-be-swollen tummy,imagining the pitter patter of tiny feet and the sweet squeals of laughter that could only belong to children felt like they were all wasted moments.

The morning after,Niall woke up before me…I could feel his stare and the awakwardness in the air as he got bustled around the dresser drawers behind me.He probably didn’t know what to do or what to say and I didn’t blame him because it would have been like the pot calling the kettle black.He sighed after a while,“M'going down to the golf course,”he whispered.

I nodded stiffly and kept my eyes closed because I just couldn’t bear to look.He sighed again and for a minute I thought he was going to stay but the and the bedroom door shut behind him and he was gone.

I opened my eyes seeing the light pouring through the windows his covers were haphazardly pushed off the bed.I ran my hand over the smooth blue sheets where he laid and they were still a little warm.I stayed in bed for a few more minutes because I just didn’t want to get up.It made me sick to my stomach to think that I caused this unhappiness ,afterall, I made him cry and I made him leave.No wonder why he went golfing,my mind mocked me.It wanted to torture me by reliving what happened.It wanted to make me suffer.

It was around 8am when I pulled into the driveway of my childhood home and the morning sun was just coming up over the horizon,dew lacing the green grass of the lawn.I was standing outside in my navy blue Nirvana sweatshirt and a pair of yellow pineapple shorts,Niall’s tube socks and slippers on my feet.My duffel bag in hand and my wedding ring still on my finger.

When mum saw me she didn’t judge she just hugged.

She smelled like love and vanilla porridge and felt like comfort and support while I was bawling my eyes out,my heart breaking and my chest burning for oxygen.“Mummy I-I lost-” 

 “I know darling,“she said in a voice without malice or disappoinment,something only a mummy can do.Something I’d never get to do. 

 She put me to bed and gave my boss a call then telling me Ms.Cartwright gave me a few weeks off and that my job was there for me when I got back.

 I lost track of the days I spent crying and walking around in my old holey sweat pants and white vest with the random tomato stain down the front.It was liberating for a day until the stress started piling up because adults have to have balance between professional life and personal life and personal life went shit right now.  

Niall called everyday but I never answered.I was denying myself.At night I was haunted by the sound of his sobs back at the clinic and my days were spent moping around miserably and drowning in my own self pity.I’d stare at the tv screen watching action movies and trying to distract myself by raising my adrenaline levels but I felt like a sad sack of potatoes. 

It was a Saturday morning when mum woke me up saying that we needed to talk.Then she talked. “y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n-Horan,”,she started and scared the sleep from my body because that was my full name and she only called me by my full name when she meant business,“I raised you to be a strong young lady who will never let her short comings get the best of her.Therefore,starting right now,it’s time for recovery.”

 The next 2 weeks were filled with going to the gym and eating right and doing what the newly purchased self-help books on my bookshelf told me to do.It took my mind off of things and I was slowly starting to feel better.Accepting I was the reason was probably the hardest thing I had ever done but it made every moment after so much easier.This big weight had been lifted of my shoulders and I felt good.I knew in my heart I’d always love my baby but I had to get a grip.I had to move on. 

I was packing up my things on Saturday morning when I heard Niall’s voice for the first time in a long while. “So this where ya been camping out,ey petal?” 

I spun around to see him standing in the doorway.He was wearing a blue sweater and blue ¾ pants with white Adidas Superstars on.He gave me a half smile breathing in a laugh.

“Niall,"I said breathlessly my lips curving into a smile as I crossed the room and ran into his awaiting arms.He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my hair softly,rocking us side to side,"I missed you,"I mumble into his soft cotton sweater. 

 He returned the words with this deep underlying sense of melancholy that tugged at my heart strings,"I missed ya more then you could imagine,y/n." 

 We stayed like that for a few moments.Two lovers in an embrace,softly caressing with the lustre and passion we shared the first time we familiarised ourselves with the dips and twists of the other’s body. 

 "M'sorry I left tha morning..I just felt claustrophobic in our own house..and then when you weren’t there anymore I was pissed scared.You didn’t even tell our friends where you went or answer any of my calls it was like you dropped off the face of the earth,love,”,he rushed out like he had been dying to say it all along. 

 "How did you find me?“ 

 "Your mum gave me a call and told me where you were that you needed some time for yourself and my whole temperature dropped and I felt so fucking relieved.For a moment I thought you weren’t coming back. " 



 And all of the feelings I thought I had gotten over came flooding back to me."I did this…I made you feel like this.I made you feel like I didn’t care!” I pushed myself away from him, hot tears flowing down my cheeks and blurring my vision.

“No-no I’m sorry petal I wanted to leave without finding a solution.It’s my fault.I’m sorry."He pulled me back into his arms and plucked me up so I was wrapped in his bone crushing hug.He sat on my bed and let me cry and release all the tears and snot and emotions I bottled up out onto his shirt. 

When I calmed down a little bit I realised he had tears flowing down his cheeks.His face was red and he was biting his lip,chest shaking trying to hold down his sobs and regulate his breathing.I only just noticed the bags that cradled his crying eyes. 

It hit me hard that I had been a little selfish,putting my own feelings of self loathing first before considering how my husband felt.He was just as broken as I was.All along I felt like I was the only person hurting but Niall had lost a child too.

Boueibu Collection Part 1 + My Bedroom!

So I know I promised to get this done before the new year, I am sorry but as many of you know I have terrible health issues and got sick again OTL

I finally cleaned up and organized my collection a bit. For my Boueibu collection, it is of course involving Io and Ryuu! Hence why my giveaways tend to feature the other characters more lol. So there are some other series where I collect certain characters, however my room consists of my collections for, Boueibu, Free!, Digimon, Pokemon, Card Captor Sakura, (Other Magical Girl series), Some of my Blue Exorcist goods, and various others… 

I will also be posting my Ioryuu doujinshi collection, giving my recommendations for anyone who wants to start their own collection! The Io and Ryuu body pillows will also get their own post! Plus I will be hosting my 3rd Boueibu giveaway! Although the rules for this one are quite different from the last =3 

These posters are in my art room, since I have no more wall space in mine xD

This room will also be covered in posters from Yuri!!! On Ice as well lol 

My bedside table, pills and other medical things are in the dish…

Tis where my glasses are, though I always wear contacts even when I don’t leave the house… I hate having to clean my glasses every 5 seconds, but I can’t see at all without them OTL 

My bed… I sleep on the edge xD

I originally started putting some of the charms on my wall due to ripping out the wall from moving posters… 

Little bit of a closer look!

Various plush pile + Digimon collections! 

Ryuji Suguro body pillow was a commission I ordered and then turned into a pillow =D 

Digimon plush + some figures etc. Also consisting of 2 plush commissions of my Digimon OC Mikumon! 

Here are my main Doujinshi collection! The top left box are my Digimon Adventure/02/Tri doujinshi, consisting Taishiro or just Koushiro (Izzy) 

To the right of that are my Ioryuu Doujinshi, as well as other Boueibu books, manga, novels etc.

The other top two boxes are Free! Mostly Makoharu or other ones focusing on Haruka. 

Bottom left are Digimon Tamers doujinshi, and the two boxes to the right of that are Blue Exorcist, consisting of everything to do with Ryuji xD Various parings! 

And the final box are more Free! and the start of my Yuri!!! on Ice doujinshi, all involving Yurio <3

My Koushiro collection =3 

My beautiful Mimi and Lilymon figure ;u; That was the biggest pain in the ass putting together, two things broke off and I had to super glue it… Still beautiful though!

My beautiful deceased girls and my fav girls from Love Live! Kaori, Yuuki, and Kanna are all dead, but besides loving the series I really love these characters, I think it’s because I relate to them a lot.

Most of my Haruka figures >.<

Some of my Pokemon plush collection

My Giant Lugia plush, custom made for me by Mangastorm! Lugia has always been my favourite legendary =3 

Io and Ryuu purses!!! I added a few extra charms on them xD I can’t wait for the shoes! They are so precious I hate to actually wear these lol 

So this is my dresser… Yeah it’s pretty crowded, it also is where I keep the rest of my Io and Ryuu charms/badges

Card Captor Sakura is one of my favourite series, and always will be! 

My St.Tail collection. The life-size staff is standing up to the right of these. St. Tail was the first manga I ever read and is still one of the best love stories I have ever known! Ruby, Meimi’s hedgehog is the reason I got my hedgehog =D Of course I named her Ruby as well! The picture of the cat is my baby Fifi, she passed away when I was 16. She was my whole world and losing her was the hardest day of my life, even more so then all my medical procedures put together. 

The rest of my Haruka things, also the Microphone and Music box from Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch, another favourite magical girl series of mine!

Io and Ryuu =D 

And yes, getting access to my jewelry dresser is a giant pain… 

… I may have a slight problem when it comes to collecting… Though the Pokemon plush collection started when I was 8 so… 17 years … 

Bulbasaur is my favourite xD 

So yeah that is my main collection, my manga and figures are in a different room… my hedgehog’s room to be more precise. It’s too hot in there for me so I don’t go in often lol. I might do a post of those sometime, depending on the reactions for this…

Up next are Ioryuu specifics =D Enjoy!

Superpower (4) - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader

Originally posted by all-sorts-of-smuff

Words: 1564 (Wowza)
Pairing: I mean it continues with the Pietro Maximoff x Reader parts but it’s more like Maximoff kid x reader which is still cute
Featuring: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers
Requested by @sexymackstan
So part 3 is when jasper is older and he has a girlfriend , she knows about his powers bc she’s one too. You and pietro love her but you had a feeling something was off with her. So you had Bruce and nat find out what the secret could be.”
Author’s Note: I realllly liked this request but it’s not really pietroxreader so i apologize if that wasn’t had in mind but i think it still came out cool since it kinda continues what happened after jasper grows up :) { @wintersdoll }

One Two Three


“Hey Tony, you need help with anything?”

“I’m good right now, kiddo. Bruce might enjoy your help, though.” Tony replied.

“I was just about to head out for lunch.” Bruce added in. “It’s been a long day. You want to join?”

“Not hungry. You think Steve needs help with anything?”

“Feel free to ask the old man. He might be training, he’s been helping Wanda with this new power she discovered, though.” Tony said.

“Oh, what about Natasha?”

“That’s actually who I’m going to lunch with, Clint might join us too. Sorry, Jasper.” Bruce cut in as he grabbed his things.

“Ugh, everyone’s always so busy.” The sixteen year old groaned.

“What about your parents?”

Jasper rolled his eyes and looked over at Tony. “They’re my parents.

“Good point. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I didn’t think she was allowed to come to the facility, you know, Avengers.” Jasper sighed.

“Isn’t the reason you two are together because you both are super enhanced?” Tony asked.

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anonymous asked:

86 and 92 with Grant please

86. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

91. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone.”

“Hey.” You weakly greet Grant as he walks through the door, exhausted.

“Hi.” He kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug.

“How were the awards?”

“Good, missed you though.”

“Yeah,” you mumble as Grant goes off in search of food, muttering something about there being no food at the awards.

The last couple of weeks had been rough to say the least for you. You and Grant hadn’t been dating long, but you both fell head over heels. You’d moved in together, and everything was going perfectly, except for the little detail that your relationship is still a secret. Sure, all your friends and family know, but the public does not. Grant claimed that he doesn’t want to bring you into all of that so soon, knowing how overwhelming it can be, but by now when you live together, and can’t go on super public dates, or go to any premier or awards he has, you’ve started feeling like the dirty secret he needs to keep hidden.

“Hey, you okay?” Grant asks when he returns and sees you deep in thought, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Just thinking.” You sigh.

“About what?”

“Just…can we talk, for a minute? Please?” Grant nods solemnly, taking your hand in his and leading the both of you over to the couch and sitting down, glancing at you nervously.

“Why do you insist on not having our relationship…go public?”

“Because, baby, it’s just stressful. There’s a lot of pressure, and a lot of things can come your way any minute and I’m just trying to protect you from that, I guess.”

“By keeping me hidden.” His expression turns to shock, not knowing you felt that way.

“I–I thought you were okay with all of this?”

“I was for a while but it’s been a long time, Grant. I mean, we live together, and I can’t even be seen with you in public. I’m just tired of being your secret.”

“Y/N, I–”

“Please, just…don’t say anything right now. I think I need to…take a break, for a little bit.” You say, tears pricking at your eyes. “I love you, Grant, I really do, but I just need some time to think.” Grant nods, his head in his hands, and you can tell that he’s crying. You grabbed a duffel bag and shoved in some of the things you’d need before heading back out towards the door, looking at Grant one last time before you shut it behind you.


“Mr. Gustin? You’ll be on in about 3 minutes.”

“Thank you,” I murmur as a man and a woman furiously dab at my face, trying to conceal the dark circles and bloodshot eyes I’ve had since Y/N left. I hadn’t been sleeping, or doing much of anything, for that matter. This is the first time I’ve been out after she left, only a few days later. My manager said I couldn’t miss this interview.

They come back to call me out onstage in front of the small in-house audience and cameras, and I try and put on a bright smile as I shake hands with the host.

“So, Grant. The world last saw you at the awards ceremony earlier this week, how was that experience for you.”

“It was great! I had such an amazing time.” I smile, and the host nods their head. “It was after when everything fell apart.” I mutter, but the hosts hears me.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite get that.” I shift in my seat, thinking about what I should do.

“Can I say something? Just to get it off my chest?”

“By all means.”

“Well, uh, what I said just then, when you didn’t really hear, was that it was only after the awards when everything fell apart. I have, or had, I’m not sure right now,” I chuckle sadly and wipe at my eyes. “A girlfriend. For a while, actually. And I made a mistake. I tried so hard to keep her out of the spotlight and just keep her away from all the insanity, and I pushed her away. I made her feel like she didn’t matter enough to let our relationship be known and that she was just a secret I had to keep. But she was so much more than that, more than I can even explain. I drove her away, and I miss her so damn much, it’s killing me that she’s gone.” There are a few collective aww’s from the audience that was there, and I swear I could see a cameraman wiping his eyes.

“We’re going to take a quick commercial break, we’ll be back in just a few minutes to hear more from Grant.” The host says, and turns to me once we’re off air.

“It’ll be a few minutes, you can go take a breather.”

I’d just gotten far enough to be out of eyesight and earshot of everyone when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, and saw Y/N’s name flash on the screen.

“I miss you too.” The text reads, and I feel my chest tighten slightly at her words.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you like that or push you away.”

“Well, you have one hell of a way of apologizing.”

“I meant everything, you know. Especially about it killing me that you left.”

“Leaving killed me too, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

A moment of silence passes, neither of us knowing what to say next. Thankfully, Y/N makes the first move.

“Would you want to, maybe, try again?”

“You have no idea how much I would love that.”

“I think I just might. You’re going to be back on air soon, but I’ll talk to you later. I love you.

“God, I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, first of all big fan of your writing :) I am quite bad at the whole "forgive and forget" thing.. when I have an argument with someone and they say something (hurtful) it just keeps going trough my mind and I just have trouble being like "Okay he/she was upset prob didnt mean it" and can stay upset for a bit. ofc not over stupid shit (I aint a psycho). Could you make an blurb/imagine about Niall would handle this? xxx love ya lots

Forgive and forget.  Those two words are spoken with such conviction and ease when someone says them.  However they are the epitome of “easier said than done”…at least they were for me.  I forgave, too quickly most of the time.  I didn’t like conflict but I also didn’t shy away from it.  I was one of those people who kept my mouth shut and my head down until someone said something I considered was over the line and then I was at the ready to argue my point.

But with Niall it was different.  We never fought or at least seldom enough that I could say “we never fought”.  He was laid back and I was laid back.  So the necessity to argue a point never really came up.  It seemed unnecessary to keep anything resembling an argument going we could be talking or laughing or kissing…or fucking.  

So when the argument between us started, it just kind of hit out of nowhere.  I couldn’t even tell you now what started it.  He was watching a golf tournament on TV, I was reading the news on my iPad…his head was laying on my thigh while my fingers gently played in his hair.  Usually nights that started out like that ended up with a steamy fuck against the wall or on the kitchen counter.

I was prone to reading under my breath, something he said annoyed him at first when we started dating but he’d grown used to now.  He said that it calmed him to hear me breathing words out like they were mere whispers on my tongue.  What he failed to mention was that he didn’t always feel that way.

“Babe…”  I heard him say it but I didn’t acknowledge it right away.  I was reading a story about Syrian refugees.

“Hey…”  He said softly.

I didn’t answer again.  I as almost done and it’s rude to interrupt people when they’re reading.  

I felt his finger lift up and turn my chin towards him,

“Little loud over there aren’t we?”  He said, a tiny smile cracked on his face.

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Outcasted by most of the other recruits Vanellope and Ralph found each other and found comfort and friendship. The two of them only wanted to be respected as competent pilots, but the other rangers only saw them for what they perceived as flaws. Though Ralph was a bit of an older guy and a bit of a bigger guy, it was because of this that he was stronger than anyone and could wreck anyone’s score in a simulator. Vanellope had it a little tougher. She was nearing on twenty-one but she still looked (as some put it) like a kid. There was also the fact that she had a neurological twitch that everyone said would prevent her from even stepping foot inside a jaeger let alone piloting one.Though it was probably the hardest thing she ever did, she never listened to them. 

Away from the noise in the sparring rings and cafeterias, Ralph and Vanellope found their own time and space to practice together. Then surprised everyone when they had a near perfect score in a simulator together. When they finally got their own Jaeger (Which they insisted be named President Fart-feathers even though it’s officially called Sugar Rush) they were not only surprised to find that Vanellope’s twitch never caused any problems, but actually gave their Jaeger the curious advantage of being able to punch faster and harder than what should be physically possible. 

11/?? of my Disney Jaeger Pilot Series

Best Mistake (Nate Maloley)

Best Mistake (Nate Maloley)

I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror of my dressing room. I give myself a small pep talk before I go on. So it’s been 16 days since you’ve talked to Nate. Doesn’t matter. Tonight you’re here to perform for thousands of people who love you. They’re here for you and they deserve a good concert. Break down and cry all you want when you get back to your hotel. But, for now you put on your bravest face and you go out there and perform and well as you can.

I straighten out my maxi skirt and wipe away the stray tear that I let fall out during my pep talk. Even though I feel like I’m suffocating, and not just because of the tight leather crop top I’m wearing, I push open the door to my dressing room and walk out to get my mic hooked up.

I stand there emotionless as they figure out places to hide wires. Going through my head, are a million thoughts of Nate. Did he really mean any of what he said? Is he drunk or high right now? What is he doing? God, I hope he doesn’t get himself into any trouble.


I walk angrily to Nate’s car and get in the driver’s seat. Of course I had to bail him out of jail AGAIN. Of course he’s too intoxicated to drive right now. When is he not?

I tap the steering wheel as I wait for him to get in. Once he finally does (which takes a while because he’s still fumbling from the alcohol), I drive out of the police station parking lot and we sit in intense silence until we get home. Once we finally get inside of our shared apartment I turn around and glare at him.


He plops down onto a kitchen chair and says, “I don’t know.”


“Yeah, I know. Can we get on with this conversation? I have other places I need to be, and I’m sure you need to go do something with Cameron.” He says, putting emphasis on me meeting Cameron.

“Really? You wanna talk about Cameron. Now? Are you fucking kidding me? There is nothing going on with me and Cameron! This is the last time I’m gonna tell you!”

“You expect me to believe that? I’m fucking drunk, not stupid. You spend all your time with him. You’d choose him over me any day! I’m your boyfriend not him!”

“Oh, that is it!”

I stomp down the hallway to our bedroom closet and grab a gym tote and grab as many of my clothes as possible and stuff them in. I then head to the bathroom to grab everything from there. By the time I head out to the bedroom Nate’s there. He doesn’t even notice my bag.


I wind back stunned for a moment. Then I slap him as hard as I can. Tears are streaming down my face now, blurring my vision.

“You’re a drunk. And you’re a drug addict. You can’t help yourself. Whether or not you meant what you just said, I don’t know, but I know that until you get your act together, we’re over!” I storm down the hallway. He stumbles after me, but he’s still half drunk.

“Y/N wait!”

By the look in his eyes, he’s sobered up a little. He finally realizes what the bag contains, he looks so much more vulnerable now.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Please, I’m not drunk anymore. I’ll clean up my act, please just stay.”

I turn around. “If you can walk in a straight line from where you’re standing to the door. Then I’ll stay.”

He looks at me exasperated, and attempts it. Before he’s even halfway there, he has to grab onto a chair to keep from falling. “That’s what I thought. Goodbye, Nate.”

I slam the door and run downstairs to catch a cab, knowing that if I see him again I’ll give in.

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It’s almost time to go on, and I think about my little moments of weakness as I wait for my signal. Like when I found one of Nate’s shirts that I accidentally grabbed. I broke down and cried for an hour. And then when I thought I saw him at a Starbucks. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappoints that it wasn’t him.

The worst of all of them, though, was when I ran into the girl I found him flirting with one day. He had bought her a drink at party once, but told me it was nothing. Later that night I found him, drunk of course, dancing and grinding with her and she was all over him. When I talked to her after bumping into her though, she said that it was her fault and she didn’t know he was taken, and that because he was drunk he kept calling her my name.

I thanked her for the information, and while I still wasn’t going to go back to him, it was comforting to know that he didn’t deliberately attempt to cheat on me.

The sound manager pointed at me and I walked on stage and started to sing my first song, No Such thing as Happily Ever After. It was about my first boyfriend, who I loved way too much, only to have him cheat on me. I then sung The Key, which was about my dad who passed away from cancer 2 years ago.

The next song was the hardest for me to do, both vocally and emotionally. It was my cover of Best Mistake by Ariana Grande ft. Big Sean. Before we broke up, Nate would rap Big Sean’s part for me, because his tour started just after mine ended (I was opening for Shawn Mendes), so he could be there for every show.

But, for the past three shows, we’ve just had that part played over speakers and I’ve had to announce to fans that Nate wouldn’t be there. The fans caught on pretty quickly to the fact that Nate and I were over, and they weren’t happy about it.

To add to that, Nate’s been posting little indirects that everyone knows are to me on twitter. I kept getting notifications that said stuff like ‘@natemaloley: I miss you’ ‘@natemaloley: Life’s so much better with you in it’ ‘@natemaloley: I know I screwed up, but I’ll love you no matter what’. All he’s been posting since we broke up are things like that and love quotes, which irritate the hell out of me, but I also can’t help but swoon at.

As I was singing The Key, I looked over to the side of the stage, looking for Shawn or Y/B/F/N for confidence, because they were the only ones who knew about the breakup, but I didn’t see them. I did however see Nate. For the half a second I looked at him, I saw him intently staring at me, but as soon as I saw him I looked back to the crowd.

I tried to convince myself that I was crazy and that he wouldn’t be here. Even though I wanted him to be. But I’m pretty sure he was supposed to have had a meeting for DigiTour this week anyways which means he would be somewhere in Cali. I shake off the thought that he would be here and look back over. No one’s there, I am just hallucinating.

The Key ends and this is about the time Nate should be walking onto the stage. But he’s not going to, so I now have the task of announcing that to everyone. Most of them probably already knew it was coming anyway.

“Okay, guys, uh, Nate-“

“Is right here.” I turn around surprised and stand there shocked, as if I’m paralyzed. He smiles at me and acts normally before turning to the crowd. They scream louder than normal, but I don’t notice because I’m still trying to comprehend the fact that he’s here.

He’s walked in front of me now, but I can see his black jeans and long sleeved t-shirt, his curls contained under a beanie. But what I first notice is that he doesn’t smell like weed, or cigars. His speech isn’t slurred. His eyes weren’t dilated, but focused right on me earlier. And he walked in normally like a sober person would. Maybe he’d changed.

All of this goes through my head while Nate’s talking to the crowd, and I don’t snap back to reality until the piano intro for Best Mistake starts. None of my songs have major choreography, but all have minor. Nothing big, it usually only takes one day to practice. Just a couple jumps and spins and slides.

For Best Mistake, Nate and I had to act like an indecisive couple. A couple hugs here and there, singing to each other, etc. It seems so much harder now than it was then, though. There are moments when we have to look into each other’s eyes and stare and make it look real, and that’s a little too much for me to handle right now.

How soon do we forget how we felt

Dealing with emotions that never left

Playing with the hand that we were dealt, in this game

I go on, pretty easily since I only have to give him a couple longing glances and him the same. Then comes the bridge and chorus.

Break up, make up total waste of time

Can we please make up our minds

And stop acting like we’re fine?

With each line we get closer and closer until he’s only an arm’s length away. And as I look into his eyes, I see the hurt and the longing and the guiltiness that lies there. He used to be very good at hiding his emotions, or maybe the alcohol and drugs just covered them. Either way, he was now baring his soul through his eyes, looking as vulnerable as ever, and I was positive it wasn’t just for the act.

Then we backed away from each other again as he started to rap, and I quickly attempted to catch my breath.

I know love can be a beach with no shore

And as I looked at him, I knew that if I didn’t mentally guard and prepare myself for what was bound to happen after the show, then I would end up in the same place I was a month ago when I finally started to notice his excessive alcohol and drug use. He stared into my eyes again just as I did his while we began to grow closer. This time as the chorus ended, instead of backing away, he grabbed onto my waist and held tight as I kept singing. All of the emotions I had been teaching myself to lock away in a place deep inside me came back out while I was in his arms. And being the weak woman I am, a stray tear fell as he held me in his arms. His eyes filled with sorrow and at the end of the song he wiped it away before letting go of me. I prayed to God that that wasn’t on either of the huge screens on the side stage.

I still had another song to go. I couldn’t break down now. I only had to spend another, maybe 5 minutes on stage, and then I could go lock my dressing room door and cry my heart out. Just one more song.

I watched as Nate left the stage and the next song came on. I added it just after Nate and I broke up. It was called Undone, and was just about the most emotional song I’ve ever sung. It was only a cover though, originally by Haley Reinhart.

I’m sorry, I’m really a mess right now

I’m trying my best to get it together somehow

I can’t stay this way, locked up in this pain that you left me

I’m unraveling, looking for things that’ll never be

I put my heart and soul into this song each and every time I sung it because it meant so much to me.

Tell me where love goes when it gone

Tell me where hearts go when they go wrong

Suddenly someone is no one

I’ve come undone, undone, undone

I finish out the song a few minutes later and take a deep breath. I end my show by introducing Shawn, who walks out as I hurry back to my dressing room, avoiding all questioning looks from crew members and supporting friends backstage.

Closing the door, I lean on it exasperated and let out a breath that I’ve been holding since I walked off stage. Then I look up to see Nate.

We stand there staring for a moment before I finally muster up the courage. “Nate, what are you doing here?”

“Y/N I need you.”

“I told you, until you clean your act up, we’re over.”

His reply was immediate. “And that’s what I’ve been doing. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since the day you left. I went out and got all this stupid stuff for quitting nicotine.” He lifted his sleeves to show a couple of patches. “I have the gum too, that’s what the doctor recommends, but bubble gum works better for me so I have that too.” He pulls both out of his pocket. ”I also went to see a doctor when I started getting withdrawals and he’s got me on some pills for a little while that’ll keep the symptoms under control. Though I’m still a little fidgety.”

I could tell by the way he was talking. This wasn’t what I was expecting though. I was expecting for him to just ask me to take him back while he was sober, not for him to tell me how much he’s changing. It’s slowly breaking my resolve.

“I’ve been doing pretty well lately. But I need you. You’re my motivation. This 16 days and 7 hours that we’ve been apart have been the worst of my life. I don’t even feel the withdrawals. Whenever I get fidgety or grumpy because of the patches, I think of you, and it all goes away. But, it’s replaced with another pain. It’s so hard to do anything with you gone. Please, I need you back. I promise that I’ll still wear the patches and chew the gum and take the medicine. I love you and I just need you there.”

“Nate, I-“

“Please. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done and how I was treating you. You didn’t deserve any of that. And I know that sorry doesn’t fix that, but if you’ll take me back then I can show you.”

Tears have been running down my cheeks since he started talking and now a tear has fallen from his already red eyes down his cheek. By now, any kind of mental shield I had put up has come crumbling down.

I walk up to him and hug him as hard as possible and say, “I love you. And I forgive you. I know the pressure you’ve been under and I understand why. I’ll stay with you as long as you promise not to go back to that.”

“I promise. I pinky promise. Cross my heart and hope to die, I won’t ever go back to the way I was.”

“So, no more DUIs and pissing on cop cars?” I look up at him.

He smiles and shakes his head no and leans down to kiss me. I don’t know if it’s that we haven’t kissed in over 2 weeks, or that he finally doesn’t taste like whiskey and tobacco, but this is the best kiss we’ve shared in months.

Of course, it grows more and more passionate by the second. Before either of us know it we’re both laying on the couch rushing to get our clothes off. Within seconds all of our clothes are strewn throughout my dressing room and he’s on top of me, lining himself up with my entrance.

And as he enters me I moan loudly and look into his light brown eyes, this being one of our most intense moments. He thrusts into me over and over, and I meet him thrust for thrust as we get closer to our climax.

It feels like we just started, but my walls are already clenching, as we moan and groan. He looks down at me and says, “Come for me, baby.” And looking in his eyes in that moment I grab his neck and kiss him hard as I climax. Mine triggers his and we ride it out until we’re both exhausted. He pulls out and flips us over so that I’m lying on his chest. We lay there silently for a moment, with me tracing his patches when I notice him staring at me.

I look up and he whispers, “I love you.”

And I whisper back, “I love you too.”

We fall into a peaceful sleep lying just like this, before eventually someone knocks on the door, notifying us that Shawn’s show is over.

We arrive back at my hotel, where he drops his bag and stays with me. I get up the next morning to see a new tweet from him. ‘@natemaloley: I don’t wanna be your best mistake. I wanna be your forever.’

I roll over to see him peacefully sleeping and smile.

A/N: Thank for reading, I hope you liked it! It was really fun to write. BTW, the first 2 songs Y/N sings are made up, but I love Best Mistake and Undone. Those song are just…. indescribable. I recommend them to anyone who reads this. Also I have no idea if that is Nate’s real twitter name, but if not, oh well. Last thing, I apologize if there are any randomly capitalized letters anywhere. I wrote this while it was late at night and I am currently on medication for some damn flu. -.- Peace out, muthafuckas!

christmas in the city - m.c.

summary: single dad!michael has depended heavily on you to watch his daughter while he’s away, and you decide to bring her to surprise him on christmas. 

Michael wished he could have a closer relationship with his daughter. Daisy was born when Michael was fifteen, turning sixteen, after he and his girlfriend at the time accidentally put a bun in the oven- her oven. Daisy was born nine months later, and her birth mother fled the state, cutting off all ties with Michael. Michael has been a single parent ever since, sacrificing most of his childhood to try to be the best father little Daisy May has ever seen.

However, when Michael wasn’t parenting, he was making plans with his best friends to take over the world with their mediocre punk-rock garage band. That was where you came in.

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I met a lady in the grocery line today. I told her about your laugh and how it sometimes still rings in my ears. She smiled and said the cashier was ready for me to swipe my card.

A man at the gas station was rambling on about how a certain energy drink made him feel alive. I told him I didn’t need a Monster to feel the blood pumping through my veins, I already had you. He got so angry with me because I got the brand of his drink wrong and he started to yell. The station manager said he has bigger issues than trying to feel something. I left the store.

An old acquaintance got a hold of my number and wanted to get drinks. She suggested the bar that you and I used to go to. I went, and I told her that I used to come here every Friday night to watch the soccer game. She didn’t ask me who I came with. I don’t think she ever even thought about it. I slept with her that night and it was strange falling asleep on sheets that didn’t smell like you.

My best friend sent me a song that she discovered and I told her it was on one of your fifty Spotify playlists that I spent so long memorizing. She sent me 3 more songs that same day. I didn’t listen to them, I didn’t even look to see what the names of them were.

My English professor gave us an assignment: what is the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to overcome? She told us that if we didn’t feel comfortable sharing an experience then we should come talk to her, but how do I tell her that the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is learn how to fall out of love with you? Learn how to stop doing those little things I’ve picked up from you? How to train myself so I don’t cry when I see someone with the same curl to their hair as you do? That the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was delete all the messages and then all the I-love-you voicemails and then finally, months later, your number? I told my teacher that I couldn’t write her paper because it stings to talk about being hurt. She gave me a different assignment.

Don’t you see? You haven’t touched these people. They don’t feel you the way I feel you. And if they don’t, then why the fuck do I have to? This is me letting go of you. This is me existing out of your reach. This is so you can’t touch me anymore.

—  Based on Michaelangelo’s ‘Creation of Adam’ painting (via @hiighsound)

anonymous asked:



Not (x2)


Matt: Ah, yes. My non-existent last relationship…
Mun: His name was Fidel, and he was cheating on with with 2-3 others.


Allen’s revolutionary war. Really put a strain on the family.
Mun: High school. Mostly my own fault…


Matt: @canadas-googlehistory , @2paustriasgooglehistory
Mun: My sister (I don’t think she’d want me to tag her blog) and @chinaichooseyou


Our lives are uninteresting to the point where we can’t answer any more L’s because we can’t think of anything we’re willing to share.


Matt: Sure, why not.
Mun: Been there, done that. Just graduated with an Associates degree.


Matt: Not big on shopping? Does the grocery store count?
Mun: Bookstores and game stores.


tomorrow i have to say goodbye to my best friend and it’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. i thought I’d make a little photoset of just her. i’m going to miss her so much. she is a very special cat and was my closest and sometimes only friend for the past 10 years. i still remember the day we brought her home. she’s very sick now, almost going into kidney failure due to undiagnosed diabetes, so she’s going to be better off, and i hope she knows how much i love her and am going to miss her.

anonymous asked:

could you write a fic about the first time kane and abby share a bed, because she shows up at his door after having a nightmare. like rly fluffy and him being comforting

Ask and you shall receive, Nonnie dearest. It’s not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway! I had a lot of fun with this pairing, so I will definitely write them again.

Pairing: Marcus Kane/Abby Griffin

Word Count: 1,520

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AN: Set sometime between s2 and s3. You know, when things were actually good for our favs.

Just for one night

It had been yet another long day in a month of long days and all Marcus wanted to do was to collapse on his bed and sleep for as long as he could. He had been up at dawn to meet with some of Indra’s soldiers, after which he spent the day training with the new guards before having to go on patrol to cover for Nathan Miller who had managed to twist his ankle earlier that day. By the time Marcus got back to Arkadia the sky was already starting to brighten with the rising sun and he was dead on his feet.

Exhausted, he stops for a second to rest, leaning against the grey walls of what was left of the Ark and closed his eyes. He’d had his fair share of sleepless nights on the Ark, balancing guard duties and the council, but nothing like this. Building a civilisation from ruins wasn’t easy at the best of circumstances and navigating the politics of earth and their new neighbours was a full time job in itself.

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