or maybe for another half a year or so

it is Almost Snake Buy Time hhhhhhHHHHH

won’t personally get it for another month or so bc waiting for it to be shipped until mid-Novemeber after all my work trips for the year are over. but!!!!!!

lmao i am once more Felled by my expensive taste tho… my general thought process the last two and a half months of waiting to buy one has been:

  • it’s fine i don’t need a specific morph or anything, a junky bci for $100 will totally fit my needs
  • maybe i want a nice morph after all, i should at least look
  • you know the one thing these morphs all lack is that super bright red tail i know and love. i can spring for an expensive normal
  • well… a normal bci is just a toned down version of the colors in a bcc, so maybe i really want a cheap bcc after all
  • whoops ive discovered locality boas but its FINE a nice normal suriname is perfect and they’re most common
  • WHAT ABOUT THIS SEMI RARE LOCALITY THO look at all the nice undertones 
  • oh no im committed to expensive guyanese snakes now ;_;
Limerence (M)

Anon asked:

“Hii gurl I have an idea for a Suga fluff or smut depends on how you feel like making it and I don’t know if you’ve ever made anything similar but could you do one where Yoongi’s y/n’s (who’s quite younger) brother’s friend and things happen between them, please? :3″

“Limerence; the state of being infatuated with another person”. I decided to make it slightly angsty (whoops) I guess that just makes the sex better. I didn’t get the part about being younger– I’m guessing it’s the reader that is younger, so…. Yeah.. I made the age difference 9 years (another whoops). I hope you like it, anon! 3.2k Words

Pairing: Pure-blood!Min Yoongi x Half-blood!Reader

Genre: Ancient Korea au!, smut, angst

Warnings: Cheating, moaning denial, fingering, Taking the Agust D

P.S. I made the reader/oc half-blood noble, so it’s not just the Korean people. ;)) I want it to be internationally compatible.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

The day that you were born was probably one of the most joyful days for your father and 8-year-old brother, maybe not for your step mother – considering he had sex with a concubine to have you. You were the first half-blood of the family, and even though your father loved you dearly, there was still a small difference in the way he treated you. 

Whilst your brother was out learning archery and literature, you were sat at home, learning how to look like you were radiant enough for being part of the nobility. Unfortunately, you were not exactly fit for the beauty standards, so you had to try harder to look appealing to outsiders. You weren’t ugly – you were just not traditionally beautiful. 

You had an exotic type of beauty. 

That was one of the first things a 25-year-old Min Yoongi noticed about you when you both first met.

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May I have a minute of your time for a Ben Affleck appreciation post? 

Because he so deserves it. 

Maybe a week and a half after his divorce was announced, he showed up (and was funny as hell) at ComicCon 2015 

Flash forward a few years, another week or so after he admitted to alcholism and is going to rehab he shows up at CinemaCon 2017 

I hope to have half the strength of Batfleck one day. He’s a warrior and I wish him so much luck in life. 

Thanks for your time. 

anonymous asked:

hey I was wondering if you had any good gendrya fic recommendations, I'm in need of some. please & thank you

Thanks so much for the ask and sorry for taking so long! Especially since I promised to make another AxG fic recommendation list not that long ago. If you want to see my first list before going through this one, you can find it here.

So, for this list, I’m going to start with recently written works currently in progress that I’m obsessed with:

The Thief by sionnach_glic on Ao3
This one is written so incredibly well and includes a few different POVs and…just…every single interaction between Arya and Gendry is SO amazing. It was one of those fics that I wanted to read all in one sitting but couldn’t because I didn’t want to get to the end and have to wait for another chapter.

The Million and One Ways Arya Could (Should) Have Been Mentioned by SecondFromTheRight on Ao3
Completely and totally obsessed with this one since it gives us everything we didn’t get from Season 7 and more in terms of Arya actually being discussed by literally everyone she’s had past interactions with together in a group (sans Jorah and Tormund). It’s just so great and addictive and updated frequently.

Warrior’s Hands by faithisbrokenn on Ao3
Another recent one I’m really loving. Warning: there’s smut in Chapter 1. Haha or newsflash, not warning, lmao. I just love the way that Arya and Gendry are written; their dialogue is spot on. And gendrya + reunion + kissing + more = everything.

Now I’ll go back in time and list some favorite old classics:

I’ll Run (Run To You) by my absolute love @jewishstarks
An old old favorite. An actual masterpiece. One of those G has to compete among others for A’s hand. Absolutely and completely lovely. You won’t stop smiling.

Oblivious by winterwaters on Ao3
So as I’ve said before, I’m cautious of most modern AUs, but this one is soooo amazing. You’ll see what I mean when you read it. All the feels! Very true to A and G even though it’s modern.

that Stark girl by xxxidrilxxx on fanfiction.net
Ahhhhh I have been looking for this story since I first read it like a year and a half ago. So bad news is it’s incomplete and hasn’t been updated since 2015. Worst possible case scenario in fan fiction, I know. BUT…if you’re willing to suffer that most awful of fates, this is an awesome modern au of the whole story, mainly focused on A & G on the run. Maybe if there’s a resurgence of popularity of the story, the author will finish…?

Not Another Coffee Shop AU by the legendary @rabbitbaratheon
Because it really isn’t just another coffee shop AU. For a self-proclaimed wary-reader-of-modern-au, I sure am recommending a lot. While you’re at this story, I’d recommend checking out all of her works!

Like Wenda by our very own darling @furious-winter
Because it’s an all our dreams come true brotherhood AU, and A & G are written SO well. And while you’re there, check out everything else by @furious-winter ! You won’t be disappointed.

If you’re looking for a reunion fic that’s tiny but huge with feelings try:
No One and Someone by AmberMagic on fanfiction.net
OR
Lead Me Back To You also by the darlingest darling @jewishstarks
Basically while you’re on Ao3 on @jewishstarks ‘s page (belasteals on ao3), read everything. She’s a gendrya fan fiction angel.

In addition, as a Gendrya fan, in case you haven’t already, you should check out @gotpresident ‘s AMAZING gendrya comics found here, here, here and here and follow her for updates!

Ok so I wanted to make this longer but I also didn’t want to make it too long so basically I’m going to compromise by waiting awhile before making another one of these, and in the meantime, go back and find all the other really good fics I was dumb enough not to bookmark. There’s so many and it feels so unfair to have put two of these out without even coming close to honoring all the incredible gendrya works out there.

Peter was familiar with this feeling.

After the fire, he’d sat in the bed, burns healing slowly cell by cell, unable to move, to speak, to cry. He’d felt nurses’ impersonal hands touch him, but never the touch of Pack. Laura and Derek may have come to visit him before running to New York, but he hadn’t been conscious when they had, if they had. And he’d gone mad: mad with pain, mad with anger, mad with betrayal, mad with bitterness and rage and a need for revenge. The first kind touch he’d felt in years had been from Jennifer, the sick woman who’d been a bit too ‘friendly’ and he’d had no qualms with ending her as soon as he was able. She’d been useful but he’d humor no one who saw to use him when he’d been in such a state.

But he was familiar, was the point. Familiar with this longing, this aching loneliness. This craving for companionship, for acceptance. To touch and scent another, to be touched and hold another’s scent. It was the wolf’s nature. And ever since returning to life, he had had little to no contact with any of the so-called ‘pack’ and he craved that touch. Derek, of course, was the obvious first choice, but even coming within reaching distance of his nephew was grounds for the Alpha to attack, lunging or hitting or shoving. It was draining and not very helpful in the whole scene of things. It put his wolf on edge even more so than it already was (a true feat, indeed).

Derek’s mistrust bled down into his pups so Boyd, Erica, and Isaac all treaded lightly around him, skirting the edges and avoiding all contact. And Scott took to glaring at him anytime he was within ten feet of him. And of course, it didn’t have to come from another wolf, but they should’ve been able to understand more so than any of the others would. Not that Peter was going to admit that he was needing the soothing touch of Pack, but still.

Lydia was mentally killing him anytime he was within her sight. The thought of carrying the scent of Argent made him recoil from the idea of Allison, even without considering how Scott would try to kill him if he tried. And he doubted Stiles would result with any better results, even if the boy would’ve been his first choice.

Peter sighed, once more at a loss on how to sooth his pacing wolf. It wasn’t until the full moon though that he was even willing to admit that the problem was getting out of control. His wolf had prevented much common sense and Peter had only barely been able to keep himself within the confines of his apartment on that night. He wanted to run, before the fire that’s what they had done during full moons, but now with Argents in the territory and Derek brooding and temperamental, it was better for everyone if he kept to himself. But he couldn’t keep keeping to himself, or he would literally go insane. Turn Omega. Being trapped alone with only his wolf had ruined him before and it was doing it again, slowly but surely.

He was sadly used to his wolf whining now, whimpering and pleading with his distant packmates to scent and welcome him within their midst. And sitting at the loft made it so much worse. Watching them brush against each other and laugh and joke and tease, but being kept at the outskirts, unable to join. It didn’t matter what he did, how much information or help he offered, he was mistrusted. And maybe he didn’t blame them–he did have a penchant for secrets–but for god’s sake he’d been half out of his mind and had had to relive his Pack being burnt alive in his head for six years. It took a toll and made people a little hell-bent on revenge.

He held back another sigh, flicking another page in his book and scanning for anything that would be useful against the tree nymphs that had taken up residence within the preserve. He hummed thoughtfully as he read a man’s personal story towards how he banished the creatures from his land.

“Did you find something?”

Peter stiffened, shocked as Stiles pressed his hand against his shoulder and the boy looked over him to read what he’d just read. His wolf was silent, tense, and neither of them dared to breathe for fear of the boy pulling away. His hand was warm, his scent pleasing. Whereas the boy used to smell like a teenaged combination of fear-sweat, body spray, and Fritos, he now had a more mature natural musk with mildly scented deodorant and just a hint of cologne. There was still the metallic tinge of his ADHD medication, but mostly it all just wrapped up into the enjoyable scent of Stiles.

“Hey, yeah, that’d be a good idea,” Stiles was talking, leaning further over the back of the couch and pressing more of his weight down on Peter. He took the weight easily, wishing he could lean over just that extra inch to press his cheek against Stiles’ and to just rub his scent into his skin.

“Great find, dude,” Stiles commented, smirking down at him before reaching over and snatching the book from his hold. His wolf whimpered painfully when Stiles pulled away and Peter barely managed to keep from yanking him over the couch and into his lap.

Stiles was touchy. He was always leaning on other pack members or they were leaning on him. He was probably the only one who everyone else was completely comfortable with, to be frank. Even Derek didn’t seem to have any major problem with him and Derek had issues with everyone. Still, for him to touch Peter so casually, press against him so familiarly…

Peter had tried to get away with sneaking quick brushes against the others in lieu of any real pack contact and those had all been horrible failures, but maybe Stiles would allow it. Before he’d assumed the boy would be too skittish, too mistrusting, as all the others–Stiles was honestly the most cautious one of the pack–but it would seem he’d been accepted by the boy. It was a nice thought.

So Peter tried it at the next pack meeting. He wandered past where the teens were working on their homework, heading for the kitchen. He noticed how Isaac leaned further up on the couch in response to him passing behind it, but Stiles remained unbothered. Peter dared to brush his fingers across the boy’s shoulder, holding his breath and trying not to appear too suspicious when Stiles looked up at him.

“Need anything?” He offered quietly, not knowing what else to say. What could excuse him touching Stiles?

Stiles quirked a small smile, eyes seemingly pleased. “Nah, I’m good,” he returned, turning his attention back to his report after Peter’s nod of acknowledgement.

Peter headed into the kitchen, barely managing to hold himself together for that long. He pressed back against the cool refrigerator as soon as he was hidden by the wall, hands trembling and legs shaking. His heart was pounding. Amazingly, wonderfully, the boy hadn’t rejected his touch. Hadn’t jerked away and turned his vicious, scathing tongue on him.

It took a while for Peter to get himself together. When he did, he grabbed a bottle of water and left the kitchen, passing the teens once more. He allowed his hand to casually run across the back of the couch, brushing against Stiles arm that was propped up against the backrest. Stiles glanced up to meet his gaze, a smile on his lips. Peter fled from the loft, fingers burning from the touch of the bare skin of Stiles’ arm.

A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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Today (August 18th), it’s been a year since Alan won the Kalos League thanks to the power of BURNING FRIENDSHIP X2

Happy anniversary, Alan~

For your win (and errrh, PeacefulPurposesThings™.)

Icarus | Taehyung (m)

Originally posted by taehyungifs

Summary: An innocent game of truth or dare plus two broken hearts turns into a very eventful night.

Word Count: 7,314

Genre: Smut/fluff

A/N: This turned out very long but I’m kinda proud of it idk ??? Also, I have no idea where this Greek mythology came from but ya

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This ended up being a lot less fluffy than I expected…

AU where Bakugou’s constant bullying of Izuku throughout their childhood is just his misguided way of keeping Izuku safe because quirkless people are so breakable tf do you mean you want to become a hero Deku sit your ass down right this moment or so help me!??!?!?

Since their mothers had been close friends since they were children, Izuku and Katsuki have known each other literally since before they can remember and they were completely inseparable for the first four years of their life.

They were both little menaces, with little Izuku being just as loud, brash, and endlessly confident as his best friend. They fanboyed over All Might together, talking for hours upon hours about what their hero names would be or what their costumes would look like. They would talk about opening up a hero agency together and being the coolest crime-fighting hero partners ever.

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Being Damian’s Only Girlfriend

- Damian Wayne, despite being his fathers son, only had one girlfriend for his entire life.

- If anyone thinks he’d go into a relationship thinking it would end, they are wrong.

- You two met at Gotham Academy and you accused him of being Robin on the second day of term

- You made sure no one was around, but to you it was was just too obvious.

- The fact you figured it out and ended up catching him on a roof that same night, after he’d denied everything, made him respect you.

- It also meant he had to keep a close eye on you, make sure you didn’t tell anyone.

- Since he was hanging around you, you decided to actually befriend him.

- “Hey bestie.” you’d say loudly whenever you saw him.

- It had taken him a while to understand what you were doing.

- “She’s saying your her best friend.” Jon explained to him on one of their missions. Damian had been talking about you non stop. It seemed like he was both infuriated and in awe of you. Ranting with emotion instead of complaining and being cold.

- “But we barely know each other and it’s so annoying. The way she smiles when she see’s me. People shouldn’t smile at me, they should fear me.”

- “You are the night!” Jon mocked and Damian punched him. “She’s probably just saying it because she’s going to be your best friend, and because she knows it confuses you. Fight fire with fire.”

- So that’s what Damian did.

- “Hello, best friend.” he tried. It sounded so formal when he said.

- You had laughed “Knew you’d come around.”

- Soon you both started sitting together and actually talking. Actually becoming really close friends.

- You always partnered up and would often study together.

- Whenever you went to Wayne Manor, Damian always tried to plan it when he thought nobody else would be home.

- Somehow, someone was always there. Almost like Tim hacked Damian’s phone after seeing him smiling.

- Damian Wayne didn’t smile.

- You two had been sitting in the garden when Tim sat down with you.

- “You youngins need any help.” Tim had had the most contact with you, and you knew Damian didn’t like him.

- “'Cos you didn’t sound a thousand there.” you joked

- “Get lost, Drake.”

- “That’s no way to speak to your wonderful older brother.”

- “Wonderful is the last word I’d use to describe someone whose more coffee than human.”

- “Oh! I know why you’re so grouchy. I’m crashing a date, aren’t I! I’ll leave you two love birds to it.” he tried to run away but Damian flung a knife at his ear.

- Tim managed to just duck in time.

- “Damian!” Bruce yelled from the house.

- “My hand slipped!” he shouted back.

- You both knew his entire clan where spying on you.

- That spot in the garden became your guys spot. Whenever it was nice enough to be outside, you guys would be there.

- Damian attempted to teach you how to use a sword, it didn’t go very well.

- He’d liked spending time with you though.

- Instead, it turned out you were really good a throwing knives.

- Like unnaturally good at it.

- Whenever there was someone extremely dangerous on the loose, Damian would come by your house in his Robin gear and drop off a set of throwing knives.

- Knowing he was Robin from the begin was extremely useful for your relationship.

- You often helped cover for him when he had to disappear, or if he was gone for a long time without warning.

- He realised he was falling in love with you, you had been sitting in the sun and day dreaming.

- You guys were supposed to be doing homework, but you’d become bored.

- He had looked over to see you smiling and half asleep.

- Someone just clicked in his head. He wanted to see you like that forever. He wanted to be the reason you looked so at peace.

- When you realised you were falling in love with him was during an accident as Robin.

- You two had been at a school disco together, older kids were using to raise money.

- He was upset about leaving, he’d wanted to test the idea of a relationship with you.

- He’d been acting strange, so you swung by Wayne Manor to wait for him to get back.

- Alfred seemed overly concerned about something but didn’t tell you.

- After it was nearly early morning, you were pacing the kitchen and making cookies.

- “I really advise that you go to sleep.” Alfred tried

- “No, I’m stressed. Too stressed for sleep. When I’m stressed and cook.” you pulled the tray out of the oven.

- “I’m sure Master Damian is fine.”

- “Then why aren’t they back yet? Damian said it would be a relatively easy job.”

- That was when Bruce had come crashing in with Damian in his arms.

- You had waited with the rest of the family, feeling completely numb.

- What if Damian died? What would you do then?

- Thinking about how you might loose him every night suddenly came to smack you in the head. You cared to much about him to loose him.

- You needed to let him know that you liked him.

- “Aren’t you a bit over dressed for three in the morning?” Dick commented.

- “We had been at a school thing…” your voice was quiet and you had made another load of cookies. “I came here because he’d been acting weird and I wanted…I…wanted to talk to him about it.”

- “He’ll be fine.” Dick assured you. Despite being in their lives for years, this was the first time you were fully aware of how dangerous being Robin was.

- Guess you’d been a bit naïve before.

- “Keep making cookies, these are really good.” Tim nodded, stuffing another one into his mouth. Steph smacked him on the back of the head.

- Damian was banned from patrolling for two weeks.

- Instead the two of you spent almost all of your time together. Both awkwardly skirting around the fact you liked each other.

- When Damian found out how worried you’d been, curtesy of Dick, he decided to tell you about his feelings.

- You two sat in a room for an hour and a half, talking through the relationship

- You talked from dealing with Robin stress to life goal and how a relationship would fit with that. Maybe that wasn’t what most seventeen years did when they got together but you didn’t care.

- The family had been eavesdropping the entire time, only stopping when Tim laughed a bit to loud and a knife just missed the top of his head - through the door.

- “You know that’s not how most relationships start right?” Tim said once you left.

- “I don’t plan on having to start another one, so that doesn’t matter.” he had a stupid smile on his face for the next week..

-  He meant it too. He didn’t plan on dating anyone but you.

- Even when you both went to different universities, your relationship plan covered when dates would happen.

- He was doing business and you were studying forensics science and decided to get a degree in art history too.

- Suddenly your schedule seemed busier than his.

- You were still both happy and very much in love with each other.

- Since you were both studying in Gotham, the obvious solution was to move in together.

- You found it hilarious, watching Damian attempt to live without a butler.

- He was a fast learner though.

- The only time there was a hitch in your guys plan, was when you got the chance to study in Paris for a year.

- You both thought long distance wouldn’t be that hard for you, but it was.

- Both of you thought you might end up breaking up, neither of you wanted to though.

- “If it doesn’t work with Y/N, then it’s never going to work.” Damian sulked to Jon.

- “That’s what everyone says about there first long term love.” Jon rolled his eyes.

- “She’s more than that.” Damian scowled

- Damian ended up getting himself extremely injured since he was thinking about you.

- Alfred phoned you and when you found out, you were on the first flight back to Gotham.

- “Y/N.” Damian said, he was on bed rest. “You need to be in Paris,”

- “I need to be here with you.”

- You did go back to Paris, but Damian took a small break to go with you, helping cleaning up the streets of Paris.

- The next hick in your guys plan wasn’t as bad.

- “Damian!” you yelled from the bathroom after throwing up. You had been late and now you were throwing up.

- “Are you okay?” he rushed to your side on the bathroom floor.

- “I think I’m pregnant.”

- “What?” he was panicking. You guys were supposed to get married first.

- “Pregnant.” you said a it slower.

- “As in baby?”

- “As in baby.”

- He was silent for a while.

- “That’s great.”

- “Really?” you asked, unsure on whether he was telling the truth.

- “It just means we’re going to organising a wedding with less time than I thought. The rings hidden in my shoe is you want me to go get it.” he said it so casually that you almost missed the fact he was proposing.

- “Ring?”

- “I was going to propose anyway.”

- “I thought marriage was a little bit later on the timeline?” you teased.

- “So you don’t want to get married?” he frowned.

- “Of course I want to get married, you idiot.”

Happy Birthday to me 🎉🎉Thought I’d share this little mess in celebration. Also, happy birthday to my birthday twin @a-fallen-little-pine-cone 🎉🎉
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‘A Brand New Dawn’ The Complete Art - by whitebear-ofthe-watertribe
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In celebration of me FINALLY finishing ‘A Brand New Dawn,’ I figured I’d post all the art I did for it in one master post for anyone who didn’t get to see it before :) This has been such an incredible journey; the process of writing the equivalent of a book, as well as learning how to do various digital art mediums, all in the last year, has really helped me to grow a lot. Part of me still wishes to do a sequel, but being in my last year of college leaves little time for frivolous things like sleeping and eating, let alone the many hours needed to do any writing justice. But maybe someday!

To my Readers, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your support. A huge thank you SO MUCH to everyone who sent in fanart for it! I still cry over them because WOW!! And to every single person who either commented on the fic itself or sent me personal messages, you are positively amazing! This process would’ve never seen completion without all your encouragement, so thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin and major hiatuses between cliffhanger chapters, until the very end (especially since that “end” took yet another hiatus of half a bloody year, haha). You are all incredible and very dear to my heart!

Saeran Fanfiction #5: Calculus Sucks

A/N: Wrote this as a smol pick-me-up for @dancingchestnut, my smol bean lover @saerans-ri (omgomgomg our r/s is public now 😂😂😂) and other people who might be having exams/dealing with a lot of exam stress!! This is like, such a big throw-back to my life last year lmao. Hope you enjoy~ 




Calculus sucks. 

You run your fingers through your hair again, chewing at your bottom lip as you frown at the particularly difficult question on the practice paper you’re doing. How many questions does that make, exactly? You’ve already skipped a ton of them and you’re not even halfway through the darn thing. 

You glance over at the hopelessly tall stack of notes on the table, and dread fills you immediately. The frustration that has been gnawing away at you for the past half hour begins to bubble up in your chest.

With a groan, you throw down your pen, and in the process the inky tip skids across the page that you were reading. Great. As if the dizzying, hypnotic mess of words haven’t been difficult enough to digest already. Squeezing your eyes shut, you lean back in your chair, letting your head swing back.

You need a break. A yawn escapes you and you’re reminded once again of the bitter fact that you only had a measly few hours of sleep the night before because you had so much left to finish.

What you need is a nap. A long, uninterrupted nap. A permanent one doesn’t too bad to you at this point, actually. 

You just want a break.

“Wow. 8cm, huh.”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of someone’s voice, and you find yourself staring up into the face of a certain redhead standing over you. He has an amused smirk playing on his lips at the moment, clearly pleased that he managed to give you a near heart attack. You wonder how long he’s been there for.

You feel your insides melt a little as a moment passes where you’re a little too dumbfounded to speak. That smirk and adorable dimple below the corner of his cheek always makes you go weak in the knees, it’s unfair. 

Snapping up into an upright sitting position, you spin around your chair to send him a glower. 

“Geez Saeran, don’t scare me like that,” you say with a groan. “And what are you talking about? What’s ‘8cm’?”

“You have a pretty big mouth,” he answers, smirk deepening. “Does your mouth always stretch that wide when you yawn?” 

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Stormpilot: Gay Cowboy Style

Poe Dameron.

Most notorious outlaw West of the Mississippi. Maybe East of it as well. He wouldn’t know. Never had much cause to go back that way.

It was unsurprising, given his parentage. Ma’s brains and pa’s shooting were the two gifts they’d left him before they passed, and they’d served him well all his life.

He’d been more or less on his own ever since. He partnered up when it suited him, but extending trust too far had taught him lessons early on he wasn’t likely to forget, and once he cleared adolescence he made it policy never to let anyone get too close.

He was a rogue of the West, and spent his days creating headaches and causing trouble for the men he deemed unfit to lead, relieving them of goods and wealth he didn’t think they deserved. He spent his days helping folk who needed it- and helping himself when he needed it- and always staying one step ahead of the law.

He never expected one day he’d be in desperate need of help from someone else.

And he most definitely never expected that help to come from a deputy of the most corrupt sheriff the West had ever seen.

Poe had a tendency to walk into every town like he owned the place. It didn’t always serve him well, but who didn’t love a good bar brawl now and then? Got the juices flowin’. Made a man feel alive.

Still, he was forced to admit it may have been a poor move, heading into the township of Sheriff Ren with an excess of swagger and a defect of fear… especially given their history, and how much of a rotten pissant the man was.

Poe had a tendency to walk into every town like he owned the place. It didn’t always serve him well, but who didn’t love a good bar brawl now and then? Got the juices flowin’. Made a man feel alive.

Still, he was forced to admit it may have been a poor move, heading into the township of Sheriff Ren with an excess of swagger and a defect of fear… especially given their history, and how much of a rotten pissant the man was.

Sure enough, he’d only just finished his first whiskey and started scoping about for the right kind of gamblers to swindle out of their gold (trying to be too intrigued by that guy in the corner by himself, drinking quietly with his head down and what look’s like the weight of the world on his shoulders), when the cavalry arrived, a veritable storm of bounty hunters, deputies and average folk wanting a piece of the prize. They clutched wanted posters and pistols in their fists and had dollar signs in their eyes.

Goddamn.

He gave them a run for their money. At least he liked to tell himself as much when he thought back on it years later, but the men he’d rode into town with proved yellow as soon as the first wave of hunters came into the saloon. Turned tail faster than a beat dog.

Not surprising.

Poe had a knack for getting himself out of dicey situations, usually through the use of his considerable wit, charm and his blessedly dashing looks. Sadly, it seemed talking his way out of this one wasn’t going to work for once. Sheriff Ren had lost a whole lot of good money on account of Poe, and he was not the forgiving type.

Poe’s luck, it seemed, had finally caught up with him.

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He was set to be hanged at high noon, but the noose never touched his neck.

Not, sadly, due to any ingenious plan of his own, but by the mercy of a complete stranger.

The most courageous and hopelessly naive man he’d ever come across in his life or probably ever would again.

His goddamn hero.

Finn.

They escaped by the skin of their teeth and headed into the wilds. Poe was pretty banged up, courtesy of Sheriff Kylo Ren and his lackeys, but there was air in his lungs and blood still pumped in his veins, and for that he was infinitely grateful. He also had a certain amount of gratitude for the gentleness of the courageous stranger’s hands, and the way he doctored Poe’s wounds with such patience and care, never once commenting if Poe winced or cried out in pain.

He tried not to dwell on that bit, and managed for the most part.

The Sheriff, it seemed, was not a man to be trifled with. For Poe to have crossed him not once but twice and still be breathing was already more than he could handle. That he’d managed to escape through betrayal by one of his own deputies was more than he could bear.

He pursued them relentlessly.

With such enormous targets on their backs, it only made sense to stick together, to watch one another’s until the danger passed.

Just for a while, Poe told himself.

‘Til they got far enough away Ren would give up, if that ever happened.

In the mean time, Finn was doing this really unsettling thing where he was acting like a good man and it was doing a number on Poe’s carefully constructed walls. He had determined long before meeting Finn that that such men didn’t exist, or were few and far between. He tried not to like him overmuch, but you can’t be around that kind of relentless earnestness and not be affected by it.

In a thousand little ways, without even knowing it Finn seemed dead set on shaking him up and proving his closely held beliefs wrong.

He did it again and again, and Poe was powerless to stop it. He did it with his easy laugh, or the way it just seemed so easy for him to dole out kindness. In the way he tended to horses, always chattering away to them as he did, calling them pretty when they were good and chastising them when they weren’t. In the way he always offered up peppermint or licorice when he got a stash in town, or the way his eyes sparkled with enjoyment when he and Poe argued about the merits (or lack thereof) of licorice, or whatever silly thing they picked to fill up the quiet.

He didn’t even make it a week before he started thinking of Finn as the best damn friend he’d ever had.

 

It had been over a year since Finn cut him down from the gallows and out of the jaws of death.

Ren stopped chasing them, or at least lost their trail, but they never did manage to part ways. At this point, Poe was certain the only way Finn would ever get rid of him would be if he decided to pump him full of bullets and leave him for dead.

Dammit, even if he did that (not that Poe could even imagine it), Poe was sure he’d crawl across the entire fucking desert just to look him in the eyes and ask him why.

Finn wasn’t just his friend any more.

He wanted him to be, desperately but more than half a year ago, things had started to get twisted up in Poe’s head and he couldn’t untangle them. Maybe longer ago than that.

He tried not to think about it, and by day they were usually too busy outrunning and outgunning trouble for him to fret about it. But by night, the yearning had started to creep in, and it was all Finn’s goddamn fault.

Finn was too goddamn soft.

It was impossible not to think about him in the kinda way a man shouldn’t think about another. His eyes were kind and his laugh was easy, and Poe spent so much time just trying to avert his gaze, to push down the longing so he wouldn’t act like a damn fool and scare off the best thing that ever happened to him. Because that’s what Finn was.

The kind of man who’d take a bullet for you without a second thought. The kind of man you could tell things to, things Poe never thought he’d say out loud to anyone. Things about his parents, or the things Poe did to survive in the first few years after their passing. Things he never wanted to say, things he never thought he could, seemed to just come out of him when he looked at chocolate colored eyes gleaming in the firelight, sensitive and patient.

Stopping the thing inside him is impossible, Poe knew that. Poe didn’t think anyone who lived a life in such shadow could come into contact with the light that was Finn and not come ti love him with every last bit of themselves.

Stopping such feelings was more than impossible, but controlling them wasn’t. At nights, he laid awake and thought about what Finn’s strong arms would feel like around him, what those beautiful hands would feel like on his body, but by days he smiled at him but never for too long.


And then one night at their campfire, when the ache had gotten so bad that Poe thought he might just get on his horse and ride away and never look back, Finn simply leaned over and pressed his lips against Poe’s. It was gentle and his lips were soft, and it lasted only seconds before he pulled back and fixed Poe with a stare that was equal parts heated and terrified.

Poe’s heart nearly stopped and his brain worked overtime trying to catch up on what had just happened, that brief, beautiful and entirely unexpected thing.

They’d run outta whiskey two nights before, so there was no way he could blame it on…

So that meant…did Finn want…?

“If I crossed a line, and you wanna take a swing at me, I understand,” Finn said, eyes downcast but still reflecting firelight. “Though I’d take it as kindness if you didn’t,” he mumbled, and something inside Poe exploded, because how could Finn not know, how could he not know that he was everything? From the minute he cut him down from the gallows, and every minute after.

Then show him, growled an impatient voice in his head, and he finally had the sense to take Finn by the jaw and return his kiss hard enough to hurt.

And that was it.

The end of the longing, the beginning of a life he never knew he wanted.

They got by on skirting the law for another couple of years. Finn, in spite of his charming naivety, proved useful in a fight and could usually be trusted to help carry out a scheme of Poe’s without difficulty.

They kept it up, toeing the lines of right and wrong to get by, but once they realized the extent of the thing between them, they knew it was time to stop running and start living.

So that’s what they do.

They find themselves a nice-sized plot with the money they’ve taken from them who never deserved it, in a place where no one they’ve crossed will be likely to find them.

It’s not much, really, the life they have. No one else would ever find it particularly grand or exciting. The men he’d known in his glory days, the men he’d fought with, killed with…they’d laugh in his face to see him now. And maybe try to stick a knife in him for being so wrong.

Poe doesn’t care. He has Finn now, Finn who is the best man he’s ever known, maybe the best man who ever lived. He has Finn however he wants, whenever he wants and Finn has him back.

In the bed they share, on the rug in front of the wood stove. In the grassy field under the summer sun, or when they crawl out of the creek after a swim, shivering and nude and in need of the best kind of warmth. After they bicker over whether or not raising chickens is worth the effort, after Finn shows him how to make a cobbler.

No matter where it is, no matter what leads to it, from the first time as young, men embarking on something alien and terrifying, to the very last, when they’re both gray and more than a little achey, every single time, it’s home.

ETA: Didn’t realize you could post graphics on AO3. Now there’s a version of it on there too. 

Parallel Lines Who Meet, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Loosely based off of Stephen Sondheim’s musical ‘Company’.

Words: 2,042

Author’s Note: With a midnight re-watch of my first favorite musical, Company, I was inspired to write something loosely inspired by it. Lin is Bobby in this scenario. Ish. If you don’t have the time to sit and watch this lovely production (which includes great stars, like Stephen Colbert!), I recommend at the very least listening to ‘Being Alive’ and ‘Someone is Waiting’’.

Warnings: Negative talk of marriage, divorce. 2k words of me rambling and nothing really happening.

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Happy birthday, Lin!” The group cheered in unison.

The man of the hour stood at the entrance of his apartment, looking on at the scattered party guests, each holding the hand of their significant other. He had been running late for the party in his honor - something that had been intended as a surprise but that he had known about for weeks.

“Thirty-five! You don’t look it!” Pippa cried, lingering by the gift table. She placed a pristine, wrapped box next to the dozen others, “You can return it. I mean, what do you get for the man that has everything?”

“Maybe a wife?” Teased Steven by her side, a giggle escaping his fiancee. Her ring glittered in the dimly lit room as she moved to cover her mouth.

“I better-” Lin pointed the guests all anxiously waiting for their turn with the birthday boy.

“Go, we won’t keep you.”

He was delivered boxed compliments all night, perfectly prepared ahead of time. Thirty-five and you’ve accomplished so much! Thirty-five and you look thirty-two! Thirty-five and look at where you are!

Where he was indeed.

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ONEDERLAND!!!

201.8 last Wednesday –> 202.6 Thursday –> 202.4 Friday –> 201.8 Monday –> 200.2 yesterday –> 199.6 today

Well, it’s never taken anyone longer in the history of mankind, but I finally made it to the promised land, friends. And here’s an embarrassing photo collage and my little progress story to prove it.

On the left is a photo from a trip to Puerto Rico, where I weighed 265 pounds. I had lost weight low-carbing before but gained it all back in the way only a New Yorker can, with 15-course tasting menus every weekend and dinner delivery every weeknight. 

So I went back to low-carbing and got down to 225, which is what I weighed in the middle picture, my passport photo (hence the weird smile).  

I continued generally low-carbing through 2016 but never lost any more weight. I wasn’t logging any of my meals, I would cheat as often as I wanted to, which was usually a couple of nights a week, and I rarely even weighed myself.

But in 2016, I got tired of trying and not seeing any results. I was depriving myself of a lot of the food I wanted, thinking about wanting to be thinner all of the time, and still being just as fat. So I joined Tumblr.

And spent another year not losing any weight! Hahahaha, literally the worst dieter ever. My problem was that I had never tracked anything, because the myth of keto/LCHF is that you don’t have to count calories. And maybe you don’t when you’re younger or if you don’t have a messed up view of what a portion size is. But as someone who grew up thinking it was totally normal to have three slices of pizza for lunch, a chicken parm sandwich and fries for dinner, and half a pint of Ben & Jerry’s for dessert on any old day of the week, I needed to watch myself.

I also desperately needed the friends I eventually made on Tumblr! I spent my first nine months here trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. You can see from my MyFitnessPal weight graph that I was still bouncing up and down well into 2017:

But then, when you all taught me to track everything I ate, to calculate my maintenance calories and decide what deficit I should eat at, my graph suddenly got a nice downward trend (with a few minor interruptions for vacations):

I still have a long way to go to hit my initial goal of 160 pounds, and I’ll probably make more mistakes along the way. But to feel like I have a handle on what works for me and to have a plan for going forward is AMAZING!

And I just wanted to say THANK YOU to all of you for motivating me! Legitimately, I would still be floundering at 225 pounds without you. I seriously think about wanting to make you all proud, and it affects what I put in my mouth! Knowing that you’re going to check in on me and having one of you even write a post about waiting for me to hit 199 was so incredibly helpful.

So here we go! 65 pounds down so far!

(Thank you for bearing this extremely self-indulgent post.)

The Colour of Love

Request: Hi! Could you do an imagine where Marauders are speending their first holidays after school and Lily and Reader say they would go ice skating but Sirius is terribe and she helps him and they spend the rest of the day together and she paints his tattoos with colouring pens please???? 💓💕

Since the nice and carefree Hogwarts years comes to an end, you couldn’t spend so much time with your friends than before. Of course it wasn’t so easy just split you apart; even if you all had jobs or further studies and trainings, you still found a way to devote time for each other. The boys shared an apartment and Lily practically lived with James anyway – but you knew it’s just a matter of time now before they will move together.

But even if you met almost every day, you still missed those little moments you had during school, things you could only have if you lived together. Like knowing every little thing about the other, if they had a problem and need a cheer up or a shoulder to cry on – you were there for each other immediately. Or randomly fall asleep at the marauders’ dormitory, knowing they were mocking at you but waking up and seeing there’s a blanket over you. Studying together which always turned into never ending talks, which talks were about everything but your studies. Or, in a lot of cases, them pulling you in one of their pranks.

It wasn’t even a question you’ll spend the holidays together. On Christmas Eve you just eat and drink and talk a lot; it was long past midnight when you finally fell asleep – all of you in the boys’ living room. The first thing you felt your aching neck, as you slept through the night in a half sitting, half lying position, leaning on Sirius’ chest. Your heart leapt when you looked up at the boy who was still sound asleep, with one of his hand lazily around you. Because you spent seven years together and you haven’t realized your feelings for him. You couldn’t tell when it started, you just noticed that incredible amount of happiness you felt when you first saw him after you haven’t seen each other for more than a week. You missed your other friends too, but it was something else, something more; something that made your chest burn and your mind racing, causing you smiling so much you could not stop, flushing and feeling everything’s hot around you, even Sirius’ cold hands as he touched you.

But several months passed and you still had no idea what you should do with these feelings. He was your best friend. One part of you wanted to tell him your feelings, hoping he’d feel the same, but the other part of you were scared to ruin your relationship forever. So you just wait, maybe these feelings will just go away. But in fact, they just became stronger.

It was Boxing Day and you exchanged presents – as always, the guys could surprise you with something that was also useful and funny. You spent the whole morning there, in your pajamas, still talking and eating way too much sweets.

Only after lunch you came up with the idea. – “We should go ice skating.”

“Yes!” – Lily yelled immediately, her eyes sparkled up. – “I haven’t done it in years.”

Both of you stood up quickly, discussing where would be the best place while you disappeared in the bathroom, changing your clothes at last. There was a nice outdoor rink nearby, so you went on foot; the weather wasn’t so cold and it was snowing so you wanted to walk a little. You went between Remus and Peter, Lily and James in front of you with Sirius, but you could tell something wasn’t right with him – he was too quiet. Taking two big steps you reached your hand out, grabbing Sirius’ arm and pulling him a little away from the others, walking behind them.

“What’s up with you?”

He shrugged and looked at you like he didn’t know what you were talking about. “Nothing.”

Closing your eyes, you let out a big sigh. “Listen, you can lie to me if you want, but I know something is bothering you. And you know I won’t stop asking until you tell me, so…”

But he didn’t want to tell you, no matter how nicely you asked or pleaded, until you reached the edge of the rink. The other were already take on their shoes, slowly slipping on the ice.

“Okay, I only ice skated once. I was seven, and the whole thing ended in blood. And tears.”

As he finished, you stopped dead with a pair of skates in your hands, looking at him with raised eyebrows, but then narrowed your eyes. “You’re a whiny baby.” – And before he could’ve respond anything, you continued. – “Take these on.”

Finding a smaller ones for yourself, you plopped down on a bench, and he followed, but just standing in front of you. “What do you mean I’m a whiny baby?” – He asked in a sulky voice.

“I mean you had a bad memory and you refuse to try it again. You’re not seven anymore.” – You stood up, clinging on him. – “Well, sometimes you are.”

“But…”

“Take them on.” – You cut him off, speaking in a low voice and looking into his eyes. – “I’ll help you.”

He huffed but sat down on a bench, following you on the rink a minute later. Before you stepped on the ice, you grabbed his hand – you had no gloves on and you could feel the same heat again, even if both of your fingers were numbed with the cold. He was constantly looking at his feet, taking baby steps which made you smile.

“Don’t laugh.” – He warned, still staring down.

“I’m not.” – You said with an innocent voice before you turned face to face with him, grabbing his other hand too. Slowly, you started to going backwards, pulling him with yourself. You gave him instructions, how he should move his legs and hold his body until you fastened your pace, and he got some more self-confidence too.

“That’s really not so hard at all. Don’t let me go!” – He added quickly, right before James slipped next to you so hard you lost your balance and fell off to, pulling Sirius with yourself too.

“Sorry!” – Prongs said but jumped up and was in the middle of the rink before you could even move yourself.

Sirius sat up and leaned above you, his face concerned. “Are you okay?”

But you just laughed. “Sure, I had worse.”

He sighed and shook his head. “That’s terrible. Can’t we just use some magic?”

“Sirius, this place full of muggles.” – You stood up and reached out your hand, helping him.  – “See that kid over there?” – You pointed at a little boy who was no more than six, but acted on the ice like a professional. – “He’s pretty good.”

“I hate you.”

“Oh, do you?” – You turned to him again, but now you let go of his hands.

“No, Y/N, come back!” – He shouted but with a muffled voice, hands reached but you weren’t close enough to him. You suffered with him for another half an hour, until both of you fell off too many times and had enough bruises for the rest of the year. But the others still wanted to stay – or maybe just because they wanted you to stay alone for little while.

“At least tell me it wasn’t so bad.” – You grinned, walking throughout a park.

“It was.”

“You just saying that because first time there’s something you can’t do perfectly.”

“So you think I can do anything else perfectly? Thanks, Y/N.” – He said proudly, causing you to roll your eyes; and in the next moment, you found yourself on the ground, snow covering you everywhere with Sirius on top of you, smearing snow all over your face. It tickled and caused you to laugh too hard; your stomach started to hurt but he didn’t stop, until your laugh disappeared and he was scared, so he stopped. – “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You covered your face with your hand, acting like you’d start to cry in any moment – before you pushed him down, so suddenly he was completely surprised.

“That wasn’t nice! That was NOT NICE!” – He tried to speak while you do the same with him, laughing even harder than before, until he grasped your wrists, and you collapsed next to him in the snowy ground, still laughing. You still tried to catch your breath when Sirius jumped up and helped you too. “Now come on, or you’ll get cold.”

And he was probably right – the weather was really cold now, wind was blowing, and the melted snow in your clothes and hair just made it worse. You decided to go to your apartment, since it was just around the corner.

Sirius immediately pointed his wand at your fireplace, making the room warmed up instantly. He took off his shirt while you disappeared in your bedroom, changing your wet clothes into dry ones.

“So how is that you could change your clothes and I can’t?” – He asked while you made hot chocolate in the kitchen.

“Well, I have clothes. You don’t. Sorry.” – You grinned but bit your lip, handing a mug to him and sitting down on the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace.

He raised an eyebrow. “I think you just really wanted to see me without shirt.”

You took another sip. “Sure, Sirius. Your naked chest is the center of my world.”

You spent a couple of hours with doing nothing, just talking, until it was completely dark outside and your living room was just dimly lit too. Both of you were tired and a little sleepy; he rested his back against the couch and you pressed your head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, your eyes found a little counter at the top of the desk near to you, full of colouring pencils that you all take out. His eyes were closed, but when you started to colouring the runes on his left arm, he looked down at you, starting to speak slowly “What the hell are you doing?”

“I was bored.” – You said, painting the moon on his skin. He got more tattoos in the last few months, though he already had some when you were still at Hogwarts. He was never thinking much about it; if he liked an idea he decided he needs that on his skin, like the tiny representation of the giant squid behind his left knee or the motorcycling dog on his lower back. But he also had some more meaningful images on him, each portraying his friends some way.

He watched you in silence for long minutes, until he had a really colourful deer on his side. - “You’re worse than a child.” – He mumbled, but you could hear the smile behind his words.

“Shut up.”

Leaning closer, you started to colour a symbol right under his collar bone, wondering what does it mean, but when you raised your head up to ask he was closer than you thought, and you froze, staring into his grey eyes before your gaze slipped down on his lips, and he closed the tiny gap between you.

It was so slow and deep and intense, the pink pencil fell out from your hand and he smiled onto the kiss as your hand lost in his hair at the back of his head. An almost trembling breath escaped your mouth after he pulled away, though there were still just inches between you.

“Good to know you’re a better kisser than an ice-skater.” – You whispered, causing him to growl and pulling you on himself for another kiss.


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100 Years - Warren Worthington III X Reader

Word count: 2.1k
Requested: no.
A/N: I kinda really want a review on this and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry while writing this. I honestly don’t know how I came up with this.
WARNINGS; Smut, death mention
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‘I’m 15 for a moment

Caught in between 10 and 20

And I’m just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are’

Warren never had it easy, his life had been hell since he was nine years old. he discovered he was a mutant and his father disowned him. He reverted to running away to anywhere, his father had been responsible for many mutant deaths and he was certain he would kill his own son too, if given the chance. Years later, at fifteen ( six years to be exact), Warren was standing inside of a closed cage used for mutant fighting. He had nothing really, just his dream of being free and able to run away with the white wings spanning out of his back. They had to be useful for something else than violence, he knew it. But he couldn’t leave. This messed up place was his home and all he really wanted was to feel loved for who he was and not be a center of attention for entertainment. The blond boy found himself staying up late just to dream up a better place than here. There had to be some one out there who would love him as he was, there was someone for everyone wasn’t there?

'I’m 22 for a moment

And she feels better than ever

And we’re on fire

Making our way back from Mars’

He had give up a lot of his dreams since he was fifteen, Warren no longer believed in love. He was a lone wolf, he had many one night stands, many nights drunk and many fights. He had stopped dreaming of this freedom he craved for so long.
Warren’s twenty second birthday was different, he hadn’t seen interest in anyone until he looked out into the crowd of the people who were watching him fight. His eyes landed on her and his body froze for a moment. She wasn’t visibly interested in the fighting yet somehow her whole body had him captured. He watched her throughout that night, he had to speak to her.
He had never been nervous, except when he was hiding away from his father and sneaking behind his back to cut off his wings, but now he was nervous to even look in this girl’s way.
Once he caught up to be behind this woman, Warren froze again. He wondered if she would even want to speak to a freak like him. Probably not but he wanted this so bad, he had to speak to her and he wondered why. Gently, the angels hand landed on the shoulder of the unnamed lady. She spun around to reveal her y/e/c eyes and a bright smile. She paused, unsure why he wanted to seek her attention as Warren mentally prepared himself for a rejection. “Hello, I’m y/n. You are?” her voice was soft as Warren swallowed down his fear. “I’m Warren, and I must say you look very, very lovely” his thick British accent came out.

Neither of them knew how it happened, but the two woke up the next morning together in a pile of limbs, wings draped over y/n’s soft y/s/c skin. Their clothes were in a pile next to them as y/n rubbed her eyes and focused in the white wings around her body. She took time to caress him and love him. Warren had never felt any kind of affection, not for a long time. Then it all came back into her mind. The soft sounds he made as she praised him and pressed her fingers in the spot between his wings. His moans were soft and muffled as he buried his face in her neck, thrusting himself in and out of her body at a relatively calm pace. He had always been rough but he could swear his body was on fire when he was inside her. Or the way he groaned loudly when her fingers tangled into his blond mess of curls as his thrusting sped up, her tugging the roots as a way of appreciation during their hook up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked himself fluidly. Warren took it all in as he remembered the night before, a heavy blush falling to his cheeks as he was on a high that was love.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose

15, there’s never a better wish than this

When you only got a hundred years to live’

It hurt when he watched y/n get dressed and press her lips to his cheek as she left. The thought of him never having that kind of high, that kind of touch, that kind of love again had actually hurt him. Part of him wanted to chase after her but he was physically drained and had another fight today. No time for love. He hung his head and sighed to himself. But he noticed the small slip of torn paper later with her number. Maybe this angel with a broken heart had a chance after all. Hr had never stuck with a one night stand, he had never even tried by now, things had to be different. For the first time in his life, he prayed.

'I’m 33 for a moment

Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”

A kid on the way, babe.

A family on my mind’

Some how, this boy got the girl and now in their mid thirties, he was asking to start a family with his wife of four years. She wasn’t a mutant and he didn’t think she would want a mutant child. He wondered why anyone would want someone who was a freak of nature like he was. He paused for a moment and took in her beauty. “Can I ask you something?” he swallowed as his lover looked up with soft eyes. “Of course”. Warren ran a hand through his hair, “Do you… want to start a family with me?” Warren’s voice came out so soft that y/n had barely heard it. Her lips pulled into a smile, “of course I do”.

Warren had fallen into the wrong when he joined Apocalypse when he was only 24 years old, and somehow, she loved him even then. Y/n loved him with the permanent tattoos on his face and his permanent metal wings, which ached so horrible. He had cut her with them during the simple task of cuddling and was so terrified to touch her, but her response was only “we’ll learn”. He considered himself beyond lucky to have her.

“Angel…” y/n started as Warren blinked back to reality. 'hm?’ “We’ve already started our family… I’m pregnant”. Warren’s eyes widened, “really?! Aren’t you afraid they’ll be a mutant like me and-” Y/n cut him off. “That’s what I’m hoping for, actually. I’ll have two angels in my life and more reasons to stay strong”.

'I’m 45 for a moment

The sea is high

And I’m heading into a crisis

Chasing the years of my life’

Their son was twelve now and Warren swore he was going to be the death of him. He watched his son grow his used to be white wings and comforted him when the pain was unbearable. He valued a lot in life now, his family was his everything. Warren wondered how his life had passed by so much and was open to his son, telling him he had been in the wrongs more than once. On one night, when the only child of them was sick, Warren was sitting with his twelve year old, telling him that he would always love him and the moat important thing was to be proud of who he was. “dad, I know… I’m proud of who I am because you’re my dad. I’m like you and I’m me”. His heart swelled, here he was, chasing after another dream. He wanted another child, and he was impatient.


'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to lose yourself

Within a morning star’

Warren held his little girl when his son was almost thirteen. His eyes were glossy as his wife had given everything she could, he had a new person to care and love, but he no longer had the woman who had given this to him. He felt pain, and of course, he was losing his mind. She had given her life for a new life that was rowing inside of her, suddenly Warren felt sick, like it was his fault.
His son turned fifteen, his daughter two. That was the day he seen her again, this time, she was real. “How?” he asked as his wife, who was long dead, now held his cheek in her palm. “Mutants are able to vary, aren’t they? I’m a mutant as well… I gave myself a second chance, for you. I’m nor immortal. Just able to heal” she cooed softly. “but why did you leave me all alone?” he asked with a more than broken heart. “I never left you, I would never leave you. Do you know why? Because you’re in my heart”.

'15, I’m right with you

15, there’s never a better wish than this

when you’ve only got a hundred years to live’

For the first time in a long time, Warren felt at ease as he watched his children grow and his wife grow old with him. “Pretty soon he’ll be going away to college” Warren sighed as he watched the seventeen year old boy who resembled him so much play with his four year old sister. “That just means we have to watch and care for our daughter just as much as we did him when he was an only child” y/n sounded softly. Warren nodded, “maybe we could get a dog”. Y/n felt her lips pull into a smile, “that sounds wonderful”.

'Half time goes by

Suddenly you’re wise

Another blink of an eye

67 is gone

The sun is getting high

We’re moving on…’

The house had grown quiet and empty, the once young and blond angel was now aged and gray haired. His children had given him grand children. His son was now thirty four years old with a wife and two little boys. His daughter, a bright young girl who resembled her mother and had his white wings, was twenty two years old and expecting her first baby. She had grown up to be a nurse. His grandchildren found it wonderful that he knew so much, “Grandpa has to know! He always knows!” they’d cheer. It warmed Warren’s heart.
Warren sat down uncomfortably, his back aching. His wings had the tendency to schedule and he’d sit up crying most nights now. Y/n looked up, “pretty soon the house will always be empty…” it wasn’t a thought the two adored, they feared it more than anything. The angel smiled, “We’ll be alright”. And they would.

'I’m 99 for a moment

And dying for just another moment

And I’m just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are’

Warren had become ill and was on bed rest. He was sick, he knew this. He lost her for the final time. His son was Sixty six and aging, his daughter was fifty four and by his side. “It will all be okay” they assured, he knew this, he was an angel. He counted down the moments until he’d be knocking on heaven’s door. He didn’t want to leave his family behind but it’s a part life played.

'15 there’s still time for you

22 I feel her too

33 you’re on your way

Every day’s a new day’

In the end, it was believed the mind plays memories in a sequence for the last seven minutes of brain activity. His memories were jumbled as he found himself looking at a very young woman again, her beauty catching him off guard. She smiled her captivating smile and he was drawn in like she was a siren of the sea. Maybe this wasn’t the end, but was the very beginning.

'15 there’s still time for you

Time to buy and time to choose

Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this

When you only got a hundred years to live’

He hadn’t moved, still staring at the unnamed stranger as he dreamt up his life with her. He paused, so many choices and so many things to say, he gently reached forward and touched her shoulder gently to grab her attention. She turned around with her y/e/c eyes shining, “yes?” she hummed out softly. Warren’s lips tugged into a smile, “I couldn’t help but be captured by your beauty, can I get you a drink?” he offered with a calmer tone than what was in his head. She smiled and nodded, “I’d like that, on two conditions”. He nodded, “yes?’ She paused, "Your name and a conversation”. “of course”.

sidney crosby // it's a boy

warnings: none 

who: Sidney x reader 

premise: you have special news to tell your husband +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

 From the day you married Sidney Crosby, you knew he would be an amazing dad. You loved watching him interact with young children during various charity events and listening to him gush about it after. You both had discussed it and were both looking forward to being parents and raising a family, maybe hockey players like their dad.

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The One That Got Away [Chapter 7]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 7 of The One That Got Away

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut


Your heart dropped to your stomach as nausea crept over you. How did you not know he was seeing someone else? Your job was to promote them. You definitely would have known if he had a girlfriend.

And furthermore… why did JYP send you all those signals to reach back out and make up for lost time if Jaebum HAD A GIRLFRIEND? Why didn’t Jinyoung tell you before you foolishly traipsed over here, hoping that you’d see him and sparks would fly?

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