not that they don't have lovely husbands

anonymous asked:

Can I order some late night stephew cuddles with extra fluff and no angst? You're gonna add angst anyway somehow. Just don't let anyone die.

Over the years, Stephanie has become accustomed to the habits her husband kept. The little quirks that made Matthew Patrick the man she loved were oddly adorable. Things she’d hate on other people just… worked with Matt. His habit of walking around without both socks, the loudness, the theatricality, all the details that came with him were almost entirely lovable and just made Stephanie’s days that much more exciting and interesting.

That being said, there were some habits that were harder to love than others.

Beside her, Steph heard Matt let out a low groan and roll over again. Ever the ruminating type, Matthews brain had a nasty tendency towards working hard even when work was done. Insomnia has plagued the man for as long as Stephanie had known him, his brain stuck in a nearly unbreakable loop of thoughts until he finally managed to exhaust himself and pass out for the night. The Diet Coke addiction hadn’t been started on just the taste, but rather the caffeine needed to cover up sleepless nights. As a light sleeper herself, Stephanie had resigned herself to a lot of equally sleepless nights the day they’d moved in together. The sleeplessness had calmed down since they came began sharing a bed, but even then there were still bad nights where sleep evaded them for hours and no amount of tossing or turning helped. Like now, for example.

“What’s on repeat tonight?” She asked softly and rolled over to face Matt. The room was dark enough that she could only barely make out the shadowy arch of his nose, the way his dark eyes stared back at her in exhaustion. “Keep running over my notes for tomorrow’s meeting.” Stephanie let out a quiet noise of sympathy at the tiredness in her husbands voice and reached over to gently pat his arm. “Anything I can do to help?” Matthew went silent for a moment and Steph waited, used to his reluctant when it came to help. ‘Even if I know my proper Matthew Matienence better than he does.’

“….hold me?” The quiet request wasn’t an unusual one, Stephanie knew that Matthew was most at peace when he had something or someone to help keep him grounded when his brain moved too fast. She’d held her husband through many nightmares and panic attacks and nights just like these. Wordlessly, she rolled onto her back and shuffled closer, letting Matt rest his head just over her heart and wrap his arms around her waist. “Comfy?” Stephanie asked and draped one arm around his shoulders, letting her free hand come to rest on his head. “Always.” He replied, his voice already sounding more tired.

Matt’s eyelashes tickled her collarbone as his eyes drifted shut, his arms squeezing Stephanie in a gentle hug. “Thank you.” Steph just smiled, running her fingers through his perpetually messy hair (she wouldn’t admit it, but she did love Matt with his rage hair when it was all fluffy and out of place, his bed head was no different). “You don’t have to thank me, I like holding you.” She whispered.

Her hand drifted down from Matthew’s head, her fingertips lightly tracing the curve of his cheek and brushing over stubble. Her hand rested against his jaw and Stephanie’s thumb stroked against his skin. “You’re the best.” She heard him breath sleepily. “You deserve the best.” She replied just as softly, letting her own eyes drift closed and feeling sleep sink into her warm and comforting like the feeling of her husband breathing gently against her skin.

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Richard Madden as Peter Leigh in Oasis

Simon: *peeks out from behind menu he’s not reading*

Baz: *glares*

Simon: *visibly blushing*

Baz: *narrows eyes*

Simon: “So, I was feeling… something… and I did… something…”

Baz: *places down menu in the restaurant they’re sitting at* *takes deep breath* “Simon… what did you d-”

~music starts playing… sexy violins… romantic stylz music~

Waiter #1: *brings giant bouquet of roses*

Waiter #2: *brings giant red velvet cake to the table, adorned with many a decorative, edible flower*

Waiter #3: *brings comically large valentines card over (even though it’s only half way through January)

Baz: *actual rabbit in the headlights*

Simon: *starts babbing* “So, that feeling I was feeling was love and I got carried away and gosh, I was just thinking about everything and things and then you! And then I asked these waiters to come over here and bring all this stuff and so *takes deep breath* Basilton Grimm-Pitch… will you be my valentine?

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Simon: *puppy-dog eyes, looking adorable*

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Waiters: *uncomfortable squirming*

Baz: “SIMON SNOW WE ARE MARRIED!”

Simon: “Still…”

Waiters: *still uncomfortable, now also confused puppies*

Baz: *resigned sigh* Yes, I will be your valentine

Simon: *fist pumps in the air* *whooping and holling with pure joy* *high five’s confused waiters*

Baz: *blushes* *hides behind his menu and secretly grins at his adorable amazing sunshine husband and thanks his lucky stars he’s married to the most wonderfully amazing goofball in the whole wide world*

@carryon-valentines

“You’re rescuing kittens now?”

“Look, it’s got such lovely eyes.”

“We have places to be - though…you are right.”

so guess who loves ineffable idiots

averysmallfox  asked:

Ahh I've seen your art around and I love it so so much but I finally am actually on you blog?? And there's so much of it?? And it's so amazing? I'm so happy! you're the best!~

;_; thank you and please have this placeholder hug from Jim you wonderful person

anonymous asked:

I FUCKIN LOVE SLOANE/HUX DOODLES OMG <3 <3 <3

Have some more of them then!

Because both of them probably didn’t slept a lot.

I’m so glad she beated Brendol’s abusive ass

And her training young Hux.

I am so glad my hc about her taking care of Armitage might be canon (maybe leading into an angsty relationship due to morale divergence and maybe a betrayal)! I’m so happy she’s still alive! 

I love Rae so much <3<3 and I hope people will join the hype train because she is probably one of the most fleshed out imperial characters in  all SW who might also be canonically bisexual since she talk about having no husband or wife waiting for her in Empire’s End.

 Please consider check out at least her wookiepedia page! She is so underrated and deserve all the art and fics!

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You deserve much better than me...
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PSA: Thace has a cute face ^3^

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PadMay Day 19. Favorite Revenge of the Sith Moment

I have a google alert for ‘Padme Amidala’ (obviously) and it’s popular lately/again to wish for the ‘original ending’ to this scene wherein Padmé stabs her husband. To quote the internet at large, “how badass”. As an interesting AU (and I love AUs), I like it. But for the “true” story, of the “real” Padmé, no, absolutely not. Padmé comes to Mustafar to save her husband, from himself if necessary, but save, not kill. This is important for multiple reasons, and it is not a display of weakness. It’s really incredibly brave. 

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  • What she says: i'm fine
  • What she means: do you know how hard it must've been for Killian Jones to stop drinking and gambling in his pre-navy days? to claw out of the hole he was in? a man with so little self-worth would've literally drank himself to death and squandered every penny he had. a man with such supposed weakness in the face of darkness would've backslid right into drinking even after joining the navy, just as alcoholism affects jobs. a man with as much self-loathing as he had would've self-destructed and embraced every demon. but he didn't. he got his fucking act together during his time as Lt. Jones because his brother was his world and his light and his inspiration and his love and the source of hope for him. and then, that light DIED––due to machinations by the system that fucked them over in the first place. it wasn't just understandable for bright and starry-eyed Lt. Jones to fall so far after his brother's death. it was inevitable.
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Next year, in Baker Street - IamJohnLocked4life - Sherlock (TV) [AO3]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Mummy Holmes, Sherlock’s Father, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, both Sherlock/John and Molly/Greg, Jewish!Sherlock, Jewish Holidays, Fluff, I just really needed to write something light and fun after s4, Not Canon Compliant, s3 and s4 never happened

Summary: When John finds out that Sherlock is Jewish, he decides to make the holidays special for him. Warning: unrepentant fluff ahead!!!

For @tiltedsyllogism ~ Happy Passover and Shabbat Shalom!
More tags under the cut.

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Shout Out to that time Anna and Abe got grabbed by some Rangers? and Caleb wasn’t able to help them and there was very little Abe could do about the situation so Anna straight-up rescued herself and, consequently, all three of them.

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Jimon Week Day 1 → social media AU [Valentine’s Day edition]

Two months following their engagement, Jace Wayland and Simon Lewis spend a very special Valentine’s Day together as soon-to-be husbands.

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to share with you that ten years ago, I was admitted into the mental hospital, and now I'm watching my vibrant little girl brush her teeth so she can go to school. She loves learning. While my loving husband sleeps peacefully in our cozy bed. In our cozy home. This is not cliché, this is real. Recovery happens!!!! Hang in there. It DOES get better. I haven't been on medication for years, and sure I have sad days, but I don't have a sad life anymore. Stay strong. <3

This is beautiful and soooo inspiring 💘✨ Thank you for sending this in !!!

Lazy Birthday morning
  • Keith: * nudges Shiro * Hey Shiro..
  • Shiro: * groans *
  • Keith: Shiro... Baby, its time to get up.
  • Shiro: Why?
  • Keith: Its your birthday... * smiles *
  • Shiro: * chuckles * being in space for 2 and a half years makes you forget your birthday....
  • Keith: * playfully punches him * You have the sense of humor of an emo kid.
  • Shiro: Don't we all? * chuckles *
  • Keith: * kisses Shiros nose * Happy Birthday, Shiro.
  • Shiro: Thanks, Keith..
  • [in a hospital]
  • Tony: [holds Rhodey's hand] Oh, my sweet honey-bear. Here we are at last... [sighs] I wish we had more time. More time to share memories and laugh... [eyes start watering] I know you already know this... But... [tear rolls over cheek] Now I have to say it. For the last time, because if I don't, it's too late and I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
  • Tony: [enhales]I... I love you.
  • Rhodey: ...
  • Rhodey: I just broke my ankle...
  • Tony: [wipes eye] You were so young...

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where harry is your husband and is oblivious to the fact that your "friends" Mistreat you and you just don't say anything because they're the only friends you have left And harry finds out one day and it's a lot of loving from him Pleaaaaase I'm dying to read something like this

I’m so sorry this took forever and I think it might be a piece of shit? I hope you like it though!

….

“True Friend”

….

You were sitting on the corner of the couch, surrounded by your friends who were supposed to be over for a movie night. After moving in with Harry and starting a new job, it had been pretty difficult to get to know new people. He had encouraged you to start hanging out with some girls from work so you weren’t so lonely when he was gone for the day, so you’d invited them out for dinner one night and things had progressed from there. But not necessarily in a good way.


You had always been paranoid that people didn’t like you. The slightest glare or sarcastic comment had you worrying that there was just something about you people had a problem with. However, this was different; these girls pretended they wanted to hang out when all they really cared about was belittling you. You weren’t sure if you really hadn’t caught on until recently, or if you were just in denial the whole time.


“Let’s just save the movie for another night and head to the bar!” One of them suggested, and the others cheered in agreement. Your heart sank, because you’d put a lot of planning into that movie night and hoped it would help change their minds and show them that you were just as ‘cool’ as they were.


You tried to protest, but it seemed that once the idea of getting drunk off their asses was in their minds, they weren’t going to be able to let it go.


“I mean, we can just go without you. It’s not like you’ll be much fun, since you’re in a ‘committed’ relationship and everything. I mean, you usually don’t get much attention from guys anyway.”


The way they all giggled after the last comment made you wonder what else had been said about you behind your back. As much as you didn’t want to let it affect you, their words stung. You were in an even worse mood now than you had been before, and you definitely didn’t want to spend any more time around them, so you halfheartedly told them to head out without you. They were out the door within minutes, leaving you alone to pick up the empty soda cans and rethink your idea of ordering pizza for dinner.


It wasn’t long before Harry came home, and he tentatively walked down the hallway expecting to see a big group of girls giggling on the couch. Instead, he found you curled up in a blanket alone while he tossed his keys onto the kitchen table.


“Where is everyone?”


You put on the most realistic smile you could manage, and turned around to meet his confused gaze.


“They decided to head to a bar.”


“You didn’t want to go?”


You shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let on that anything was wrong.


“I’m just tired, that’s all. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking tonight.” You lied. You weren’t in the mood for drinking, that was true, but only because you got the feeling they didn’t want you to go anyway. Your time at the bar most likely would’ve been filled with their nasty comments, and you probably would’ve been forced to stand alone while they danced with anyone they could get their hands on.


Harry sat down next to you and cautiously placed his hand on your leg, studying the look on your face. He could tell you weren’t happy, but he didn’t really consider the fact that your 'friends’ were the reason you had seemed a little off lately. He’d believed you when you insisted that you were just stressed and overwhelmed after the move.


“Are you sure everything’s okay?” He asked.


You nodded convincingly and looked into his caring eyes. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist breaking down if you stayed close to him much longer, so you quickly stood up off the couch before tears could well up and made your way to the kitchen before you spoke again.


“I was planning to get pizza for everyone, do you want me to order some for just us?”


He gave his approval and you were quick to dial the phone number before Harry could ask you what was wrong again. By the time you were off the phone, though, he was standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.


“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” He prodded. He had a serious expression on his face, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he was genuinely concerned.


“Baby, I’m fine. Just bummed I didn’t get to watch that movie.” You joked, managing a small laugh as you turned back to him and smiled.


You knew he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he could tell that you didn’t want him to press it any further. If something was really wrong, he was confident that you’d tell him whenever you were ready.


“We can still watch the movie.” He suggested quietly, not waiting for an answer before he went to spread some blankets and comfier pillows over the couch.


You managed to watch the entire movie without being distracted by the situation from earlier, but the ringtone of your phone made the bitter feeling come back again. You answered the phone as cheerfully as you could, not totally surprised when you recognized the slurred voices of the girls you were trying to forget about.


You managed to decipher their speech enough to know that they needed a ride home, and of course they hadn’t hesitated to call you and use you as their chauffer.


“I’ve gotta go pick them up, they’re wasted.” You sighed, pushing your blanket aside as you unhappily unraveled yourself from Harry’s arms.


“Do you want me to go with you?”


You quickly shook your head as you slipped on your jacket and shoes, assuring him you’d be fine and it shouldn’t take more than an hour. Truthfully, you were just afraid of what they’d say to you now that the last little sliver of good judgement had been taken away by alcohol, and you didn’t want Harry to know that the only friends you made since moving here weren’t friends at all. It was almost like you failed.


The drive to the bar wasn’t long, and as soon as it came into view you could see the familiar figures standing outside. They clumsily piled into your car, giggling while they all tried to speak at once.


“What are you wearing?” One of them asked from the back seat, and you sighed when you realized you hadn’t changed out of Harry’s shirt and sweatpants before you left. You certainly wouldn’t hear the end of it, but you hoped none of them would remember by the next morning.


“Hey, that’s Harry’s shirt! I’m surprised it fits you! He’s so thin and you’re… not.”
They all erupted in laughter and you tried to take a few deep breaths as you drove off. The entire car ride was filled with their snide comments and them constantly trying to talk over eachother’s slurs.


It seemed like it took hours to drop them all off, but you were on your way home in record time when you finally let some tears fall. You couldn’t believe these were the only people you could call friends. There was nobody else you’d met that seemed remotely interested in talking to you, and you were terrified you’d have to spend the rest of your life with no one else but those girls to spend time with.


You drove around the block a few times while you tried to calm down, but it finally become clear that you had no choice but to tell Harry. It would be much too painful to keep this inside forever, and knowing Harry, he’d probably know exactly what to do.


You unlocked the door, wiping a few tears from your cheeks but deciding you wouldn’t bother trying to hide the fact that you were upset. As you stepped inside, Harry rounded the corner.


“I made some ice cream sundaes if you want to- hey…” He immediately frowned when he saw your tear stained cheeks and sad eyes.


You sniffled as he walked over to you and tilted his head a bit while he waited for you to say something. What he didn’t expect was for you to fling yourself into him, but he was quick to wrap his strong arms around you and hold on tight.
Once your cries and sniffles had quieted down a little, he kept you tightly pressed to him while he looked down at you and spoke.


“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully, afraid to set you off into another round of crying if you tried to explain. By now, he was pretty sure he knew the source of your sadness lately but he didn’t want to push you any farther than you were ready for at the moment. You backed up to look up at him but quickly avoided his gaze.


“I think I need to talk to you about something.”


You could see him tense a little, because you knew it always scared him whenever you acted serious about things like this. You were generally a pretty laid back person, so if there was something you really needed to speak to him about, it usually meant it was a pretty big deal.


He slung his arm around you as he led you to the couch and invited you to sit on his lap. You cuddled into Harry’s chest and his arms held you close to his body, while he rested his cheek on top of your head.


“This is about the girls, isn’t it?” He finally prodded. All he got in response was a teary eyed look from you, and he knew he was right when the wetness threatened to spill down your cheeks again. He stared at you sadly, wiping a few tears that fell before you were ready to speak.


“They’re not my real friends, Harry.” You sniffled, leaning back against him as you watched for a reaction. He nodded slowly, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back.


“You could’ve told me.”


You frowned as you turned to look at him again and saw his eyes filled with complete concern and sadness.


“I know, but I just.. I have no friends, Harry!” You whined, hiding your face in his neck while the emotions seemed to hit you all over again.


If his heart wasn’t broken already, it definitely was now. Obviously he’d meant no harm when he encouraged you to make friends, and he never wanted you to feel down about yourself if things didn’t work out as expected.


“Baby, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry over them.”


He held you tight until you had calmed down again. He didn’t want to ask what was said during the car ride, and he didn’t want to know what else they’d put in your head over the past month. So you both sat in silence for a while until you finally looked up at him.


“I don’t want you hanging around them anymore, okay?”


You normally would’ve argued, but you knew you’d be much happier if you never had to see them outside of work again. Now that the barrier had been broken and Harry knew the truth about them, there was no sense in keeping up the charade that you actually enjoyed their company.


Your comment from a few minutes earlier hadn’t been forgotten; he kept hearing you say “I have no friends” over and over again in his head and it was making his heart hurt.


“And I don’t ever want to hear you say you have no friends, okay?” His voice had the sweetest, most gentle tone possible and when you opened your mouth to speak, he knew exactly what you were going to say. So when it slipped out that you really didn’t have any friends, he had the perfect response.


“You’ve got me.” He argued, pressing his lips to the top of your head.


“I know it’s not the same, but I love all the girly gossip and random stories you tell. And you know I’m always here for advice when you need it and I won’t mind those awful movies you girls watch, because I’ll always enjoy watching them with you. I know I’m your boyfriend and that’s not quite the same as being your friend, but I’m always going to be here for you, angel.”


The end of his rambling had you smiling up at him.


“You’ve always been my best friend, Harry. My true friend.”