no you don't understand this is not my kitten this is god's child

sekiyo  asked:

TERRIBLE THINGS SONG PREF. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS BUT IT'S BEEN SOMETHING I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT BUT NEVER HAD THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE.

This is gonna make me cry seriously.

“Hey Dad?” A small child questioned. One that appeared to be the spitting imagine of his father of his father.

“Yeah?” The tall Aussie questioned and soon realized what was going on. There was a picture in the hands of the small boy, one that had been taken many years ago. “Is this what mom looked like?”

“Uh…well somewhat yes. What’s going on?”

Slowly the teenaged boy scratched his head a little bit. “Can you tell me a story about her? I mean I’m moving away in a few days, and well you never really talked about her…”

A small smile turned at the edge of Luke’s lips. “Sure.”

By the time I was your age, I’d give anything
To fall in love truly, was all I could think
That’s when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman, that I’d ever seen

Luke could remember the day he was a young 18 year old boy. The crowds cheering his name but there was only one person he wanted to impress. The girl sitting close to front row, she was screaming her lungs out and the hue of the lights made her appear like an angel. He voice caught in his throat as he began to speak, staring directly at you. “I’m sorry but there is a really attractive girl in the crowd and I can’t help but stare at her. She’s the one wearing the black New York shirt.”

You froze and realized that is was you who he was talking about. Before you could even react the crowd pushed you forward. You looked up at Luke and smiled. “Hey…”He returned your smile and motioned over to the body guard to bring you past the barrier that had been blocking you. 

With a small hop you reached him, the blond bringing your forward and pressing his forehead against yours. “Wait for me alright?“ You nodded heading off stage.

She said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I can’t help but notice, you’re staring at me.
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.”

Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things.

6 months of pure bliss. It was amazing having you as a girlfriend. As Luke opened the door to your shared apartment he saw you there, the beauty from the night before. His flannel the only thing covering your upper half and a pair of booty shorts. Suddenly, his heart was beating immensely and for the first time Luke’s eyes were open.

“Luke you’re staring…” He snapped out his thoughts when hearing you call out to him. In a heartbeat you were standing just above him, again his blue eyes taking everything that he was looking at. “You keep staring…I might be crazy but Lucas, the way you’re looking at me, I think you might just be in love.”

Now, most of the time we’d have too much to drink
And we’d laugh at the stars and we’d share everything
Too young to notice, and too dumb to care
Love was a story that couldn’t compare.

Another giggle escaped your lips as you passed the bottle to Luke. It had been almost 10 months since you started dating, and being on tour was probably the best part of it. Travelling and being with your boyfriend.

2am in the morning and despite the fact that Luke had been drunk he could remember. The way your hair was disheveled, the way your jacket was falling off the side of your shoulder, and you stood on the railing of the roof. You had spread your arms wide, as if the wind were going to catch you.

The male got up from his seat to wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder. “I love you, (Y/N)… utterly in love with you.” He confessed placing chaste kisses against your neck.

Your head bent back and you sighed. “I want to marry you so badly Luke, you don’t understand.” The sudden words shocked him and you just shook your head, point to a star and then laughed. “Mmm…that won’t ever happen. We’re too young and completely out of our minds.”

But that was something that Luke did not believe was true.

I said, “Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I made you a present with paper and string.
Open with care now, I’m asking you, please.
You know that I love you, will you marry me?”

Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things
You’ll learn, one day, I’ll hope and I’ll pray,
That God shows you differently.

A full year and a half together. Luke was surprised that you lasted this long despite all the travelling, sometimes fighting, and the rumors that would constantly go around. In the storm of it all you were the calm wind that he loved so much.

He had just gotten back from touring the world and you were there waiting. A hot summer day, the heater on and your hair was all messy. It was the perfect opportunity to surprise you that he was back home early. You were on your laptop probably on twitter or something. 

Luke watched the smile curl on your face. “God…I can’t wait till he come homes." 

"Guess you don’t have to wait long then.” Almost immediately your head whipped around to see him.

The familiar feeling of you hugging him as returned. Your arms around his shoulders as he has to bend down to fully wrap around you. It was like hugging a kitten, and you fit so perfectly together.

Then Luke instantly pulled away, remembering what brought him back so early. You put on a puppy dog face, as if had done something. “Sorry Princess, I just remember I made you something while we were in America.”

Pulling out the small little paper and string wrapped box that Luke made himself he smiled. “Luke…you didn’t have to. This is too sweet.”

“Open it. But uh…be careful okay?" 

He watched you tug at the red string and all the wrapping began to unfold, to reveal a small little silver ring that had carried a little shining gem inside of it. You mouth fell open as he took the ring and smiled. "Will you marry?" 

She said, "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing?
It seems that I’m sick and I’ve only got weeks.
Please, don’t be sad now, I really believe,
You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”

Slow, so slow I fell to the ground on my knees.

Luke wouldn’t have imagined how perfect his life was. After being married for 3 years, you had a small son that reminded him of himself, you had grown up to have your dream job and he had been given some small time off to spend with his family.

Although recently you had been feeling pains in your stomach but when Luke took you to the doctor they had just said it was because of your birth and that you should recover soon enough. So the happiness stayed.

Today had been a long day. Luke had gone to the studio and in the midst of coming up with a new song, you called saying that you couldn’t pick up you son. In a small panic the blond questioned to you as to why you didn’t but you just shrugged if off, saying that you were too tired to.

So naturally, Luke got into his car and picked up your son. He hurried home to make sure that you were okay. And he was right you were, just sitting there watching tv as you usually would. Lunch was already cooked and the panic had completely drained away. 

“God you scared me.”The blond stated kissing your cheek.

Blue eyes watched as you tensed under the small action and just smiled. Your son rushed over to you and you peppered him with kisses, something that Luke would always remember. “Honey…can you go upstairs for a second. I need to speak with daddy.”

“Mommy are you crying?" 

"Please sweetie. Just don’t ask alright?” You sniffled wiping the tears away as you let your son go. He turned to face you and then ran upstairs as if he had been in trouble.

In a panic once again Luke rushed over to you watching the tears spill from your cheeks. “Love what’s wrong?”

“I went to see the doctor today…I only have the rest of the month with you." 

So don’t fall in love, there’s just too much to lose
If you’re given the choice, then I beg you to choose
To walk away, walk away, don’t let her get you.
I can’t bear to see the same happen to you.

Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things

Luke choked on his last words as he smiled in a rather ambivalent way. Your son shocked at hearing the words that had left his mouth. He appeared to be ready to cry but he couldn’t. "Did that really happen?”

“Yeah. I’ve never been more in love with anyone in my life and it was just taken away from me. Life does terrible things, son.”

Could have been a catastrophe

you wanted team flash as cats, I am to please. Have kittens.

“This …this is not happening.” Iris threw up her hands. “Nope, this is not happening. Telepathic murder gorillas, sure. Guys who control the weather or turn into poison gas, fine. But this is not happening. Nope.” She sighed, still very much seated at STAR Labs and not taking up from the dream she’d hoped this was. “Barry I know you understand me, get off, this skirt is new.”

The lean brown-and-white kitten blinked up at her and yowled. Iris put her head in her hands, and he rubbed his face against her cheek. He purred, and Iris sighed.

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sweet-sweet-escape  asked:

I don't know how you do these so quickly?!? 😱 but since you do... Could I please request: No. 46 Are the only people in a movie theater together.. 💗💗

SPOILERS FOR STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS

Anonymous asked: Sherlolly prompt (Star Wars spoiler: if you haven’t seen the force awakens don’t read) Sherlock and Molly go see the new Star Wars movie and for the rest of the night he just keeps bitching about the fact that Han Solo was killed and won’t shut up long enough to let Molly sleep.

Combining the two prompts cause they seemed pretty serendipitous to me!

Unexpected Force

Molly was thoroughly enjoying the fact that there was no one else in the theater with her.

At least, she was until she heard another person enter as the last of the previews started. Well, as long as they didn’t sit in front of her, she decided magnanimously, she wouldn’t complain.

But when the newcomer not only chose the same row she was in, but actually sat in the seat next to her…that, she wasn’t about to put up with. No pervert was going to ruin her enjoyment of her fifteenth viewing of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Even if she had to get an usher in here to make the guy move - and it was definitely a guy even if all she’d glimpsed of him was a tall silhouette - she wasn’t going to let anyone spoil her evening.

“You’ve already seen this fourteen times, Molly, I really don’t understand why you felt compelled to see it again.”

Molly, who’d been about to unleash on her unwanted neighbor, sighed instead. Loudly. “Sherlock, what are you doing here? You hate going to the cinema!”

“Bored,” he said succinctly, and she rolled her eyes.

“Here,” she said, turning and thrusting the bag of jelly babies she’d purchased into his hands. “Eat these. Slowly. And when you’re done, no matter what happens on the screen, you are NOT to speak. Not until the end credits are rolling. Or else no morgue access for two months unless you’re with Lestrade or Dimmock. Got it?”

“Got it,” he replied, but only after a lengthy enough pause that she suspected he was going to argue with her.

He was, unbelievably, completely silent throughout the entire movie, although she heard him shifting about a few times once the jelly babies had been completely consumed. He remained silent, as per her instructions, all the way up until the end credit began rolling.

After that, however, all he did - on their way out of the cinema, in the cab ride back to her flat, up the stairs to her flat, after they’d entered her flat - was complain about the fact that Han Solo had been murdered by his own son. For no legitimate reason.

Molly let him carry on all that time, partially out of bemusement that he’d latched onto that one (admittedly devastating) plot point, and partially because she was curious to see how long it would take him to wind down. The answer, it would appear, was never; he didn’t stop even after she made them both mugs of tea, or when she disappeared into the bathroom to put her pyjamas and robe on, or when she carried an armful of bedding into the living room on the assumption that one of them (probably her) was going to be sleeping on the sofa tonight. 

When she started putting the sheets down, however, he finally shut up long enough to ask her what she was doing. “What does it look like I’m doing? I assume you came home with me because you plan to stay overnight, and since you can’t seem to stop ranting about Kylo Ren, I figured I’d just get things ready at the same time. Did you even notice I’d left the room and gotten changed?” she added, indicating her pyjama-and-robe-clad self.

“Of course I did,” he snapped, viewing her apparel with obvious disapproval.  “Honestly, Molly, how many pairs of kitten-patterned pyjamas do you own?”

“Not quite all of them,” she replied cheerfully, relieved he’d finally calmed down about the movie. “But that’s my goal, thanks for noticing, to own every pair of kitten-patterned pyjamas ever made.”

He rolled his eyes and she gave him a cheeky grin, quickly followed by a yawn she didn’t bother stifling. “All right, if you’re planning on a night of crap telly and pacing, the sofa is yours. If you actually want to sleep, I’d rather skip the cajoling and whining part of the evening; you can have my bed. Which is it?”

“Do you think our child would ever want to murder me in cold blood?”

Well, THAT had come out nowhere!

“Uh, what?”

“Our child, Molly,” he replied, beginning to pace. “Would our child ever want to murder me in cold blood? I mean, my best friend tried to throttle me once and has admitted to wanting to punch me almost every time I open my mouth, and you’ve been angry enough to slap me - not that I didn’t deserve it - so what about our child?”

“Sherlock, stop saying ‘our child’ like we’re in some kind of romantic relationship,” Molly practically begged him. Oh God, she’d gotten over him, she really thought she had, why was he doing this to her now? “If you ever have a child, then yes, at some point the kid will want to kill you, probably when they’re in their early teens going through a rebellious stage. All kids feel like murdering their parents at some point, at least in my experience.” This conversation was far too serious; time to interject a joke, if only to hear him tell her not to make them. “If it’s any comfort, I doubt it’ll be because they want to join the Dark Side of the Force …unless maybe it’s the dark side of the police force!”

Sherlock scowled, but instead of chastising her for her (admittedly terrible) sense of humor, he instead pivoted and stalked toward her, taking her arms in his hands and staring intently down at her. She tilted her head and stared up at him, still not quite sure what was going on. “I said our child because if I ever have any children you’re the only woman I can imagine being their mother. And what do you mean, we’re not in a relationship?” he asked, not taking a single breath between sentence and question. “We’re definitely the Han and Leia part of this equation; we might spend time apart but we always find our way back to each other.” He reached up and tenderly brushed her hair from her face. “I just…I’m rubbish at letting the people I care about know how I feel. And I can’t stop wondering if that’s the way Han Solo was, rubbish about letting his son know he loved him.” 

Molly watched him swallow, hard, and held her breath, feeling a growing sense of hope - a new hope, as it were - about what his next words might be.

“I love you.” She let out her breath in a whoosh as Sherlock quietly said those three little words, the ones she’d long since given up on ever hearing from him, at least directed toward herself. “Molly? Say something?”

She raised herself up on tiptoes, laid her hands on either side of his face in order to draw his head down, and kissed him. Slowly. The ways she’d wanted to do for years now. He wasted no time in returning the kiss, drawing her close until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

When the kiss ended, she grinned up at him. “I love you too, Sherlock, although I think you already knew that.”

“I suspected,” he said in a low voice, still holding her close. “Erm, Molly, do you think we could share your bed tonight?” He moved his hips suggestively, allowing her feel the hard ridge of his desire. “Let’s just say it wasn’t only the Force that was awakened tonight!”

Molly couldn’t help the laughter from bubbling up even as she started backing toward her bedroom.

She should have known his sense of humor was just as bad as her own!