sigh i'm not really happy with this

happy belated birthday  @magnusragnor  ♥

elle you are an incredible person and an amazing writer, i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you and call you friend. love you!!

i am so sorry it took me so long to post this but i hope you like it

(the biggest thanks to @maghnvsbane who was the most patient beta i could have asked for and went above and beyond when helping me with this)

Sometimes Alec reminds Magnus of a cat.

He can’t remember the first time the idea formed in his mind, but it had probably been before they started dating. Back then, Alec had acted like a stray cat, wanting affection but so afraid to receive it – letting his guard down one moment just to be defensive the next, wary and hissing every time he felt threatened. Magnus had found himself reacting in kind, scared of doing something that would only spook him further, instead extending a cautious hand and holding his breath, hoping it will be perceived like the offering it was but knowing it could be scratched instead.

Now that they are together, the image Alec conjures in Magnus’ mind is that of a content, spoiled cat. Never shy about seeking affection when they’re alone, closing his eyes and melting every time Magnus runs his fingers through his hair, practically purring when touched in the right places – and Magnus delights in discovering and exploring all the right places.

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anyway can we just appreciate the fact that bellamy got to spend six whole years away from the racist & abusive white girls in his life. six whole years. like no matter what happens from here on out at least he got That. what a gift. what a blessing. i hope he’s happy and healing and healthy

Subordinate named Eren

“Hey, did you know I have a subordinate named Eren?” The wheelchair-bound, dark-haired man spoke up.

“Oh, really? How interesting.” The one pushing replies.

“He’s away on a mission. I can’t wait for him to come back to me,” he sighed happily. “He’s such a brat though.”

“Is he?”

“Yes. But an obedient brat at that.”

“That’s good, Captain.”

Silence follows.

Until the wheelchair-bound, dark-haired captain spoke up.

“Hey, did you know I have a subordinate named Eren?”

Hands grip tighter.

“How interesting,”

“Yes. He is. He’s away on an expedition right now. I miss him.” A sigh. “Hey, can I leave this chair?”

A shake of a head. “No Captain. You have dementia.”

“I do? I’m not a captain anymore now, am I?” The man mumbles.

“…yes. That is correct, Levi.” Hesitation.

Silence follows.

Until the wheelchair-bound, dark-haired ex-captain Levi spoke up.

“Hey, did you know I have a subordinate named Eren?”

“…no I didn’t. What’s he like?”

“A brat. A nervous, jittery, beautiful boy nonetheless,” a happy sigh. “He’s away at the moment. I can’t wait until he comes back.”

“You must really miss him.”

Silence follows.

Until the wheelchair-bound, dark-haired, forgetful ex-captain Levi spoke up.

“Hey, did you know I have a subordinate named Eren?”

Weak sobbing behind Levi. He twists slightly to glance at the man. Tears run freely, voice choked and broken.

“Why’re you crying?” He asks.

“Don’t worry about it,” says Eren.

friendship da(y)te

summary: au where simon and baz are best friends and friendship day comes around. okay, i promise it’s not that lame,, please read my fic

word count: 1.4k

this is for @carryon-valentines day 1: friendship day

i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah



SIMON

“BAZ!” I yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy Friendship Day!”

I run towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You too, Snow!”

His arms come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve done so many times before. Not romantically.

But I wish it were.

Romantic, I mean.

It’s been this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years, and I know everything about him. Only later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong friendship.

It was because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.

It was because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face (really, everything about him is a piece of art.)

It was because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.

Yeah, I’m obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…

What if he takes it badly?

It might fuck up our friendship.

And there’s no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.

BAZ

I can see his mop of bronze curls from a mile away, and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine- History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s it. Nothing special to look forward to.

“Baz, how about dinner today?” he asks.

“Sure. As a Friendship Day thing?”

“As a date, I guess.”

I pray that I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being just a get-together in the name of our friendship.

But I guess I do have something to look forward to.

 

SIMON

 

Did I just say that? Oh my god.

As soon as Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.

He starts conversation immediately-

“So, what, for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”

He says it sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great to see him in a suit.

So I say, “Sure, if you want to.”

He cocks his head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”

If it means seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m wearing a suit.

“Deal”

Fifteen minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of a coconut. I have none.

After three minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.

BAZ

I happen to have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.

I left the house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I can talk in peace.

Why does our little friendship day outing feel like a date?

Simon walks in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?

It’s probably just me.

He’s wearing a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.

He looks stunning.

SIMON

I look at Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.

Because shit.

He’s beautiful.

In a black suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly. I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course, kissed him.

This really does feel like a date. He insists on paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.

How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.

But it doesn’t stop.

BAZ

We walk out of the restaurant, and it’s dark.

He asks me if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.

We’re walking alone to his place.

It’s dark.

And I want to kiss him.

“Baz…” Simon says.

I stop and turn to him.

His eyes are bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.

SIMON

 

Okay, fuck it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.

“You know what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”

I take a step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.

“I mean…” I go on, “You gave me that dinner.”

A step forward.

“So thank you for that.”

And another.

“And now…I want to give you…”

BAZ

 

He’s so close, so close.

And then he kisses me.

His lips are on mine, moving, and hot.

My arms move slide up around his back, and he pushes me.

SIMON

 

Baz is kissing me back.

It’s unbelievable.

His lips are magical. Just what I expected.

It’s hot and it’s cold at the same time.

And I’m kissing Baz.

BAZ

 

He isn’t stopping.

And honestly, I’m glad.

Simon Snow is kissing me.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

My best friend.

My love.

SIMON

The moment stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m keeping track of anything.

I’m way past rational thought.

The sparks I feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.

Let’s never stop this.

BAZ

 

Okay, firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.

Secondly, Simon is so good at this kissing thing?

His arms, his jaw, his tongue.

They all seem to exactly what they’re doing.

I, on the other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough? I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.

But Simon is smiling against my mouth.

And Simon is sighing and saying my name.

Maybe…maybe I’m doing okay.

 

SIMON

 

I pull away, reluctantly.

It takes so much effort.

“Let’s go home?”

Baz sighs, nods, and takes my hand.

It is a happy friendship day indeed.

Don’t tell me not to feel inadequate because I already do. I don’t want to expect too much from hopes that I shouldn’t be chasing because I’ve done this. I’ve done this all before. And it’s just when I’m beginning to love myself when something like this comes along, someone like you. And I get happy and hopeful, and the stars finally seem to be pointing me in the right direction but in the end it’s all worthless. I’m not all that special. I just happened to be here.
—  🖤

corgi-likes-chat  asked:

Heeyyy! How about "You make me happy" for Adrienette. I'm in love with your writing *^* please never stop ♡♡♡♡♡

Awww, thanks so much! <3


“You make me happy,” Adrien sighed, resting his head on Marinette’s shoulder.

“You make me happy too, minou.”

“Yeah but you make me really happy, like way happier than I could possibly make you.”

Marinette laughed. “Is that so?”

“That’s so,” he nodded smugly.

“I see.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Well, see, the problem comes in when Chat Noir makes Ladybug way happier than she makes him.”

Adrien raised his head and scoffed. “Everyone knows that’s not true.”

“Who is everyone?”

He waved a hand. “You know, everyone.”

“Vague much?”

“Fine, I’ll bring in a third party.” He pulled out his phone and chose a contact, putting it on speaker.

“Hey, man.”

“Nino, could you please tell me who is happier because of the other person, Ladybug or Chat Noir?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. “Guys, please stop calling me for these kinds of things,” Nino sighed before the line went dead.

“Inconclusive,” Marinette teased.

“Fine, we both make each other equally happy,” Adrien huffed.

“Good Kitty.”


Prompt List

Buy Me a Coffee? <3

  • Ruby: Hey Blake. Do you have a minute? *Ruby asked as she walked into Blake's cabin within the airship they used to travel to Patch.*
  • Blake: *Blake looked up from her book at Ruby and set the book down.* Sure. What's on your mind?
  • Ruby: *The hooded girl walked in right to the chair across from the bed where her friend sat, taking a seat as she claps her hands together and takes a deep breath through her nose.* ... I'll get straight to the point. *Ruby said pointing at Blake after a moment of silence.* You are in love with my sister right?
  • Blake: *At this the cat Faunus's ears short straight up.* E-Excuse me?
  • Ruby: My sister. You. In love with her. Correct? *Ruby phrased.*
  • Blake: *Blake stared at the younger huntress who stared unblinking at her.* I... What brought this up?
  • Ruby: Blake, It has been nearly a year, A YEAR, since we last saw each other and after we all got back together you haven't been about to take your eyes off her. *Ruby said bluntly.* Even after you told us all why you left, you kept looking at Yang.
  • Blake: *At first Blake's nervousness grow at the fact Ruby has taken notice to her inability to keep her eyes off of her sister, worried that it meant Yang surely noticed as well, until she pushed those thoughts away and thought it be best to create a small lie.* Ruby. I was looking at her arm. I know I shouldn't have but I just couldn't help but feel awful about what happened to her bec- *Blake started, knowing that it was partly true due to the heart break and guilt she felt when she first saw the robotic arm. Unfortunately, Ruby instantly called her bluff.*
  • Ruby: Uh-huh. Because we all know Arms come in different colors and are in our head. How else do we see? Oh wait those are our eyes. *Ruby sarcastically claimed, rolling her eyes while Blake frowned at being caught in the lie.* Sigh. Blake. I'm not judging you. It's okay if you do love Yang. Heck, I would be really happy I may get another sister if you do.
  • Blake: You... You would? *Blake questioned with some surprise.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Of course. *Ruby smiled happily.* Why?
  • Blake: Well I mean, I'm... You know. *Blake muttered as she wiggled her ears.*
  • Ruby: What? Because you're a girl too? Come on Blake you know me and Yang.
  • Blake: No Ruby. I'm talking ab-wait what? *Blake stopped mid-sentence as she was once again surprised by her team leader.* You and Yang are... gay?
  • Ruby: Yeah. Well, I am. Yang is bi. *Ruby said slightly blushing.*
  • Blake: Heh, Looks like me and Yang have more in common then I thought. *Blake fought the urge to smile at the new information he learned about her partner, wishing she knew sooner but shook her head.* Anyway, what I meant before was because I'm a faunus.
  • Ruby: Blake. You being a faunus doesn't matter to any of us. In fact, I'm going to let you in on a secret only if you answer my question about how you feel about Yang and promise me something.
  • Blake: What promise?
  • Ruby: *Ruby stood up from the chair and moved next to Blake.* Promise me that you will never leave us, leave Yang, again. That you'll come to us and let us help and protect you, no matter what. *Ruby then wrapped her arms around Blake to pull her into a hug.* We are family, Blake. We love you just as much as you love us. One of us even more. *she whispered that last bit.*
  • Blake: . *Blake smiled as she returned the hug and after a few seconds spoke softly.* I promise... and yes.
  • Ruby: Glad to hear and to have you back Blake... Just know that if you break Yang's heart I will never forget you.
  • Blake: Hehe, Glad to be back Ruby. And Trust me, I will never leave her or any of you again. *Blake said, Watching Ruby smile then rise from the bed and headed towards the door.* Wait Ruby. What's the secret?
  • Ruby: *She paused at the doorway and looked back over her shoulder with a teasing smile.* Yang Reeeeeeally loves your cat ears. *That said Ruby disappear with a trail of rose petals leaving a blushing Blake alone with her thoughts.*

anonymous asked:

Loving your blog and how you write the diaboys! Can you write a scenario where the sakamaki brothers wake up from a nightmare and find their little sister wanting to comfort them? "Onii-san, I have nightmares too. I'll stay with you if you want..."

I like my blog too Thank you~♥

Everyone has nightmares. Eveyone. Sooner or later, your memories start to haunt you. Your fears, everything you think about during the day… It tends to come back while unwanted.

It was difficult for him to dream. Even if aware that it’s only a nightmare, he still couldn’t afford this. This was too much. He struggled to wake up with his whole will…

…and he did. His eyes flustered open as he panted heavily. He didn’t even notice the other’s presence. Until she spoke.

“Brother, I have nightmares too… I’ll stay with you if you want…”

♛ Ayato ♛

“Eh?!” His face twisted into a frown before he even realized who’s speaking. The girl’s face appeared in his field of view and he sighed deeply, the uneasy frown not disappearing even for a moment. “What are you doing here…”

“I heard you… You were pretty loud…”

“…Shit.” He covered his face with his hands, trying to steady his breathing. “…Ugh…”

She leaned closer, wrapping her small arms around him.

“Don’t be scared, broth-”

“I’m not scared!” he snapped at her and she curled a bit, not even thinking of leaving him though. The boy frowned even more, a bit guilty for making her stratled. “…Go to sleep, sis.”

“Can I sleep here…?”

He hesitated.

“Okay. But don’t snore.” 

♟ Kanato ♟

“What… are you doing here?” He stared at her sleepily and then suddenly got up. “What are you doing here?!” he yelled in panic. He never wanted anyone to see him like this.

The girl stared at him patiently.

“I can… I can stay with you if you want” she repeated quietly.

“I don’t want it” he stated. “Leave” he mumbled, turning away from her.

She nodded slowly and got up from his bed, actually not wanting to do anything against his will.

But, when she was almost by the door, he suddenly grasped his hand.

“…Stay.”

His face was puffy from tears, but the girl didn’t say a word, coming back to his bed and wrapping arms around him as he laid down. 

“…Don’t tell anyone about this” he mumbled. But she was already sound asleep.

♞ Laito ♞

He instantly smiled, regaining his composure.

“And what exactly are you doing here, little one~?”

The girl stared at him without a word and he sighed softly.

“Go back to bed…”

“It’s okay to be scared” she said softly, coming closer and wrapping arms around his neck in a childish, innocent manner. 

“How… can you know if I’m scared…?”

“I just know!” she pouted a bit.

Laito smiled softly and ruffled her hair. Never in his life has he felt so warm inside. 

The girl panicked, flustered by the ruffling as her hair was now incredibly messy.

“Want to stay with your brother for tonight?”

She nodded happily and let him wrap arms around her little, fragile form. 

It was a long, but peaceful night.

♝ Reiji ♝

He stared at her in shock.

“Did I… say you can go in?”

He was still panting, sweat covering his whole body. But his voice was stern, almost scary.

The girl wasn’t afraid of him though. She was a bit sleepy, but counscious enough to see how vulnerable he was right now.

Reiji sighed.

“I don’t… need your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you…” she mumbled.” …but you’re my brother. I care about you.”

His eyes widened for a moment and he sighed softly, his lips curling into a soft smile.

“I’m good. Go back to your room.”

His voice was soft now and the girl nodded, obediently leaving him alone. He was much calmer now though. And for the rest of the night he didn’t dream at all.

♚ Shu ♚

“…”

He stared a the girl for a moment, before laying back down.

“And why would I want you to stay?”

“I never want to be alone when I have nightmares…”

“Hm.” He sighed, staring at her. “Are you trying to comfort me?”

She frowned, a bit confused as she didn’t know the meaning of this word well enough yet.

“I’m not sure. Maybe.”

He chuckled, covering his eyes with one arm. The other one, he extended in her direction.

She got the hint right away, curling up beside him. 

The rest of the night have they spend in silence.

♜ Subaru ♜

He was startled at first, not expecting anyone to be here.

“What… did you say…?”

“That I can stay with you. If you want” the girl said quietly, tilting her head to the side.

“Why would you do this…”

“Because I don’t want you to be alone.”

He mumbled something, looking away. His breath started to steady as he closed his eyes, almost forgetting about the girl’s presence. 

“Can I stay then…?” she asked shyly. 

He sighed, glancing at her. Her presence was somewhat soothing enough for him to already forget about the nightmare.

“Do what you want.”

And so she stayed.

Backwardz Compatible - RE7 #8
  • Miles and Kyle got really drunk Miles started gushing over Michael and Lindsay’s love
  • Miles: Michael and Lindsay got a house...
  • Kyle: 'Cause they're married and they're gonna have a baby.
  • Miles: *sighs happily* I'm so proud of theeeem. I'm happy for them! They're so--
  • Miles: Michael and Lindsay make me continue to believe in love. They love each other so much. It's disgusting how much they love each other
  • Kyle: Okay, okay, we've gone through a couple stages of drunk where it's just, like, ranting, and now you're getting lovey-dovey
letter to a gemini from a leo
  • I keep getting so close, then you shut the door. I can feel us connecting again and then suddenly it stops. Our hearts will be beating and then I sigh because I know that I heard yours stop. I know that you're right for me. If only you could realize that I'm right for you. Call it unrequited love, but I say you just haven't let me prove myself again. You loved me once and all I want you to do is love me again. I know that I betrayed you and I know that I cut you where you bleed most. I'm so sorry. I see you with everyone else, but I know that you're not really happy. You can tell me that I'm being delusional and maybe a part of me is, but I say it'd be foolish to not realize that you're doing the same. All you're doing is replacing me with various restocks and I've tried doing the same. The reality is we're the originals and you can't beat that. Still, I keep writing things to say to you and then deleting it, knowing you won't ever hear me. I guess that just makes me a sad girl because I know our words would be beautiful if you would just turn on your heart again.
  • -Leo

I’m getting into that mood where I want to leave tumblr again, especially now that tlj is coming back I’m seeing a lot of things I really don’t want to……..I’ll stick around for a bit longer as I’ve got au’s in the works but I can’t promise much once september/october comes

tillthedawnbreaks  asked:

I'm glad I listened to you and decided to read TOG. It's actually really good!!! I still prefer ACOTAR series tho but TOG is equally as enthralling. I adore Celaena and she has every right to act the way she does. The plot and story itself is really good too :)) I'm only on Crown of Midnight and despite knowing who Celaena will end up with (and who she actually is thanks to Tumblr spoilers *sigh*),the pain that I feel in my heart for Chaol is very real. My BBY I just want him to be happy :((

I only shipped Celaena and Chaol for a hot second, because he made Celaena happy not cause I liked him, he’s always been my least favourite character (of the good guys) but I totally understand why people like him. But trust me, 9 times out of 10 you get over Chaol… both their characters develop in a way where they just don’t suit eachother anymore. (but that’s just my opinion on it)

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Happy 24th Birthday Kamiki-kun ♥ 2017.05.19