sighs about this lady

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Endless list of favourite movies Much Ado About Nothing (1993)

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

I realize

that if the worst problem you have is that you have to get up from your tumbling to go get ready for a school fundraising party wherein a whole bunch of suburban moms start out talking about their kids’ extracurricular activities but then get turnt af on $11-a-bottle chardonnay and end up dancing like a pack of assholes to the kind of music I only hear at the gym, that you’re doing all right, but – godDAMN do I not want to go to there. I have to 1) put on makeup, 2) pretend I give an airborne fuck about soccer vs. gymnastics vs. hockey or whatever else these fuckin people do with their time, and 3) not spiral about XF s11, my Special Feelings about GA, and/or the amount of space Gillovny takes up in my brain. Send me good vibes, y’all … I need your strength to tuck into my party clutch alongside my lip-plumping gloss.

Nothing is going to dissuade me from the visual of Allura, sitting alone at her kitchen table. A cup of tea in her hand as she reflects on the news she had received from Vox Machina. The room is silent, calm as she watches the steam slowly rising from the cup. 

All is peaceful until the door slams open, rattling on its hinges, to reveal Kima standing in the doorway. She’s breathing heavily, her cheeks pink from her mad dash from the castle, her eyes glowing as she practically vibrates with barely suppressed excitement. 

“BABE, CAN I GO SLAY A DRAGON!?” 

|| The Chase ||

{summary: what happens when you punch a famous gymnastics coach in his face and nearly break his nose in the process?}

so i finally got around to watching [the bronze] and let me say lance tucker is a fucking asshole and i would love to punch him in the face before kissing that stupid smirk of his. his only redeeming quality is his good looks. this is something i wanted to write to thank my readers with ;w; i’m going to do my best to portray lance in the most canon light that i can lmao so wish me luck.

warnings: sexual innuendos and cursing

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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There was this really annoying guy who came almost every day to your gym to ‘work out.’

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that the man with the dark hair and teasing blue eyes did less working out and more of checking you out.

Sadly, there wasn’t much you could do about this prick since he did give your gym the business you needed.

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Unadulterated Crack Part 1

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

warning: None yet…I think? 

word count: 3,337 

Author’s note: This is unedited for the most part…I have no idea what I’m doing btw.  It’s based of several imagines, but I don’t know how to like, site those yet. Also this is this is only part of the whole fic, I didn’t think anyone would like to read a 45,000+ word fic in one go. Also the is just a working title ….uhh so here *slides fic cross table and runs away*

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   The company chatted away, waiting for Bilbo to regain consciousness,when they heard a horse scream and the thundering of hooves. Everyone fell silent, Bag End practically vibrated with each hoof beat. Gandalf grumbled, “About time they got here,” getting up and going to the door.

     Thorin demanded, “Who got here? What is coming?” Closely following the old wizard to the door.

     Gandalf rolled his eyes, and groaned, “The other company member, they probably ran into trouble on their way here.” As he opened the door.    Moments later a monstrous black draft horse with a rider in a black hooded cloak came thundering up to the front of Bilbo’s house. Thorin felt rather intimidated for his head was level with the center of it chest. The beast reeled up on its hind legs and let out an ear piercing scream. The rider yelled, “Whoa there Wilhelm!” as they pulled on the reins in attempts to get the horse under control. It took a minute to achieve, but ‘Wilhelm’ eventually settled down. Gandalf hollered, “That beast of your’s is going to get you killed.”

    The rider looked down at Gandalf, shrugged, and started to stroke the beast’s neck. Gandalf sighed, “Tie him up and come inside." 

     Thorin caught sight of the rider’s hand in the moonlight, the skin was fair and smooth. A woman of the race of men, or an elf? Since he couldn’t see their face due to the hood, he decided, based off the rider’s height, that they were a male elf. Thorin barked, "I will not travel with an elf!”     The rider cocked their head, and a smooth voice purred, “Oh really?” giving Thorin the shivers. It was a female, she was tall for a she-elf. By her voice alone Thorin wanted nothing more then to hold her, and never let go. It made him uneasy.   


    Thorin said, “You’d get hurt, and drag us down.”

   The rider sighed, “I’m not an elf, Thorin.”     “I find that very hard to believe.” Thorin snorted.

    The 'she-elf’ pulled down her hood revealing a head of wild and vivid bright blue and purple hair. She smirked, and chuckled, “Believe me now?" 

   Thorin and the rest of the dwarves stood there in awe of her hair. Thorin was the most effected, her hair was his favorite shade of blue. Gandalf growled, "Hurry up woman.” Thorin wanted nothing more then to braid her hair over and over and over again. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she turned her attention to the old wizard and nodded her head. She gracefully dismounted the horse, and took his reins, and led her horse into the gate.  

    She pulled Wilhelm’s head down to her level and said, “don’t go on that hill,” pointing at Bilbo’s house, “and help yourself to his garden.” Before walking over to the group gawking at her by the door. Gandalf noticed their staring and snapped, “Get back inside you fools!”

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What’s the Point?

Summary: Ian reacts badly when Mickey fucks Angie Zahgo.

Word Count: 1321


“Yo, Angie! You wanna fuck?” Ian cannot stop think about the last words he heard come from Mickey’s mouth. He doesn’t understand why Mickey will do anything to make it seem like he’s not gay. He doesn’t understand why Mickey can’t accept who he truly is.

As he walks to the Kash n Grab, he has the intention of completely ignoring Mickey, because if he doesn’t, he might punch him directly in the face. When he walks in he sees the Milkovich boy sitting with his feet on the countertop. Ian rolls his eyes and wipes the other boy’s feet to the floor.

“The fuck?” Mickey looks up from his magazine but the redhead just rolls his eyes. “What the fuck is up with you?” The brunette cocks his eyebrow.

Ian chucks the middle finger in return. He’s been in here for about two minutes and it’s already becoming a struggle to keep his mouth shut.

“Gallagher, what is with you today?” Mickey pries. He truthfully doesn’t get it.

“How’s Angie Zahgo doing?” Ian asks coldly.

Mickey scoffs. “Are you fucking kidding me? That’s what’s got your panties in a twist?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, fuck you, Mickey.” He storms out of the store because he doesn’t have the energy to deal with this. He also knows that if he stays he will literally end up attacking Mickey, and he is not in the mood for a big fight right now.

Ian ran home and locked himself in his room, completely ignoring the questionative looks and screams coming from his siblings.

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“Fuck,” Mickey says to himself as Ian leaves the store. Could this have put Ian to the edge? Is this going to end it?

Mickey put his head down in frustration and thinks about what he should do. After a few moments, he yells at the security camera on the ceiling to tell Linda he’s heading out. Completely disregarding her protests and threats, he walked out the door and made his way to find Ian.

After getting lost in his thoughts over how he couldn’t lose the redhead, he looked up and realized he reached his destination of the Gallagher household. Mickey walked to the front door and knocked.

When the door swung open, Lip was standing there with a scowl on his face. “The fuck do you want?”

Mickey snorted at the other boy. “Need to see Firecrotch. Get outta my way,” he pushes Lip to the side.

“What the hell?” Carl says in a baffled tone as Mickey frantically searches the downstairs for Ian.

Fiona and Debbie share the same confused look as the younger boy. “What’s going on?” Debbie says with worry.

“Not gonna find him downstairs, asshole!” Lip yells at the Milkovich. Suddenly Mickey runs up the stairs.

When he approaches Ian’s room he finds the redhead curled up in a ball on his bed. He’s gripping the pillow very tightly. His eyes are closed, but from the tension in his body, Mickey knows he’s awake. “Gallagher,” Mickey says softly.

After hearing Mickey’s voice, Ian jolts up with a new found energy and anger. “Get the fuck out, Mickey. I’m not a fucking side whore,” he shoots at the older boy. “If you can never admit who you truly are then what the fuck are doing fucking around like this? What’s the point?”

“What the fuck you acting like a girl for, huh?” With that, Ian jumps off the bed and lunges himself at Mickey.

They share a few punches and fight harshly. Eventually, the boys wind up tumbling down the stairs into the middle of the living room where the rest of the Gallagher family is. Everyone is screaming but no one knows what to do.

“What the fuck is happening?” Fiona shouts and begins to go help her brother, but Lip holds her back and tells her they need to work shit out.

Suddenly Mickey is straddled on top of Ian, with a threatening fist in the air. It’s an awful lot like the position they were in when they first hooked up in Mickey’s bedroom a while back. Just like last time, when Mickey dropped the crowbar, he drops his fist, but now, he lowers his head down and kisses Ian passionately.

“Holy shit,” Lip whispers.

When their faces separate Ian breathes the other boy in for a while before pushing him off. “No! This is not fucking happening again, Mickey! Not when you want to go around and fuck random girls!”

“Jealous motherfucker,” Mickey shots before letting out a frustrated groan.

“You would fuck every single girl in the Southside just to cover up the fact that you’re gay and that you love me.” Ian scoffs. “I’ll admit it– I do fucking love you, I’m totally head over heels for you. Stupid me, right?” He shakes his head. “At least I’m not a pussy.”

The Gallagher family all have wide eyes and open mouths. They cannot believe what they’re hearing.

Mickey puts his head down. “Ian–” He cuts himself off for a moment and steps forward. “I didn’t fuck her.”

“What?”

He nods. “I didn’t fuck her.” Mickey sighs. “The creepy ass pedo lady was talking about how love isn’t a mistake or some shit, and I wigged out, okay? Around here, this,” he points back and forth between the two of them, “this is thought of as a mistake. I fucking love you though. I was sitting in Angie’s bedroom with a bottle of scotch and then I just ran out– I couldn’t do it because I realized that I’m in fucking love with you,” he closes his eyes.

Ian lunges forward once again, but this time it’s to kiss Mickey. He grabs his face in his hands and kisses him hard and sloppily. They’ve never kissed much, but it feels right.

“Holy shit,” Lip repeats again with a chuckle causing the two boys to separate.

“What the fuck is going on?” Fiona asks in astonishment.

The two boys ignore the both of them at first and study each other’s face. Ian tilts his head at Mickey to start the explanation. “I’m fucking gay.” Ian smiles when he hears him say it. “I’m with Ian.” Now Ian’s smile grows wider. This is all he’s wanted– just to hear Mickey admit it.

Debbie raises her eyebrows. “How long?”

“A little over two years,” Ian chuckles. Fiona gasps in shock. The look on her faces shows that she’s hurt about not knowing about it. “Sorry, Fi. I couldn’t tell you.”

Mickey didn’t want Fiona to hold this on the redhead so he spoke up by saying, “I couldn’t let him. Do you all realize that we’ll both be dead if my family finds out that I’ve been fucking a guy?”

Fiona makes a disgusted look as she thinks about her brothers sex life. When she regains awareness, she nods. “W-we won’t tell.” Both boy’s smile graciously.

Carl suddenly realize what’s going on. “Cool,” he smirks. He then gets a puzzled expression on his face. “I need to know where the gay wieners go.”

“Carl!” The two eldest siblings yell and Lip also smacks him upside the head. The boy just chuckles to himself and backs away a little bit.

Lip looks back and forth between Ian and Mickey. “You’re in love with this biggest thug on the Southside,” he says to his brother. “Shit,” he laughs.

“Fuck off,” Mickey raises his middle finger, and Ian follows along.

Fiona punches Lip in the arm, but not hard enough to hurt. She tells him not to be an ass before turning herself to the other two boys again. “Make him happy, Mickey,” she commands.

Mickey nods. “I’ll do my best.” With that Ian kisses him on the cheek.

“You piss me off, but you always make me happy.” Ian smiles genuinely. Knowing that Mickey loves him is all he needs to be truly happy.

Back Again

Here it is! There might be a second part, but I haven’t decided. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! (The flashback is in italics) Let me know what you think!


You sighed as you drove through the town you used to call home. You looked around noticing how nothing had changed. You loved this town, but you had to leave. You couldn’t stay after what happened. Your heart broke a bit as you thought about him. You couldn’t believe he kept something like that from you. You were together for six years and his old lady for five. You sighed as you thought about the day you found out, which was also the day you left.

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“You’re what!” You yelled looking at him. He sighed and looked at you. You were in complete and utter shock. There were no words to describe how you were feeling. All you knew was that you wanted to throw up. You paced around his room at the clubhouse trying to process what just happened. His wife just showed up at the clubhouse with their daughter.

“Look, lass, I know this is a lot-” Chibs started but you interrupted him.

“A lot? Chibs, you’re married! And have a daughter!” You screamed throwing your hands out to your sides as you stopped pacing to face him. He winced at the use of his nickname leaving your mouth. You never called him Chibs. He nodded tried to come closer to you but you backed away from him. Having you back away from him but he also understood why.

“Please, would ya just listen?” He tried. You gave him a single nod. “Yes I am married, yes I have a daughter, but it’s not what ya think. The only reason I’m still married to her is to protect them. I won’t put them in danger, just like I wouldn’t put you in danger. No I’m not in love with Fiona, but I love my daughter, lass. I won’t have her in any situation where she could get hurt.”

You understood that, you knew what came with being involved with the club. You knew as soon as you became Chibs’ old lady, there would be risks but you knew he would keep you safe. That part you understood.

“But you kept it from me. Everyone else knew, but you kept it from me.” You were quiet now. The hurt setting in. “We’ve been together for six years and not once did you tell me about it. You tell me everything, Filip. At least I thought you did.” You sighed looking down to the ring that adorned your finger. Chibs felt his heart drop. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “We were never going to get married were we?” His heart shattered hearing you talk about the two of you as if it was over.

“Of course we are, love. As soon as we get things settled with the Irish and get rid of Jimmy O’ I’m all yours.” You shook your head. With tears cascading down your face you, slipped the ring off. Chibs couldn’t take it anymore. “I love you. Ya can’t leave me, lass.”

“I love you, Filip, but you lied to me. It wasn’t something small either. You didn’t tell me about your wife and daughter. I don’t know if I can trust you again.” You looked him in the eye as the words left your mouth. Tears brimmed his eyes. You lifted your hands to cup his cheeks. Standing on your toes you kissed him. He brought his hands to your hips and squeezed a bit. You pulled away when you need to breathe. “I love you, Filip Telford.”

“And I love you.” Tears were streaming down both your faces. You dropped your hands from his face and took one of his hands in yours. You placed your ring in his palm and closed his hand around it. You let his hands go and walked out of the door and out of his life.

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It happened three years ago. You swore the day you left you would never come back, but here you were and no because you wanted to be. You started to get nervous as the garage came into view. You hoped that the guys were on a run and wouldn’t be there, at least not yet. As you pulled in you were relieved to see all the bikes were gone. You parked your car and shut the engine off. You sat there for a minute gathering every ounce of courage you had before opening your door. You weren’t sure how long you sat there but it wasn’t until you heard a soft yawn you turned around. You smiled at your daughter, she was just waking up. You smiled when she looked at you.

“Hi, baby, did you have a good nap?” She nodded rubbing her eyes. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left your lips. She was so much like her dad. She had the same dark hair and dark eyes, all she had of you was your nose, but you were fine with that. “Are you ready to go meet one of momma’s friends, baby?” She nodded again. “Okay, let’s go.”

You got out and opening the back door to get to her. You unbuckled her and lifted her out. You placed her on your hip as you shut the door. She yawned leaning her head against your shoulder. You smiled at her as she hid her face in your neck still not ready to wake up. You kissed her forehead and made your way to the office. Not knowing if they were busy you knocked on the door as you approached it.

“Come in!” You smiled at the voice. You opened the door to see Gemma sitting at her desk. “What’s the problem?” Figuring it was someone with car trouble, she didn’t even look up from her papers as she asked.

“I’ve got a lot of those, which do you want to hear first?” You smirked. Gemma’s head snapped up hearing your voice. She smiled at you and you smiled back. She noticed the little girl in her arms and smiled even wider. She stood up making her way to you.

“Hey, baby, it’s been a while,” she said bringing you into a hug. You hugged her back trying not to jostle your daughter.

“Hey, ma, it really has.” She pulled back to look at you and then looked down at your little girl.

“She’s a cutie.”

“She is.” You looked down at her as well. You noticed her peeking her head out a bit to look at the person you were talking to. “Do you want to say hi, baby?” She quickly hid her face in your neck again. You and Gemma both laughing at her reaction. “She’s usually not shy, but she just woke up from her nap. She might fall back asleep actually.”

“Don’t you worry about it. Come on in, sit down.” She motioned to the couch she still had. You sat down adjusting your daughter on your lap and Gemma sat across from you. “You know I’m happy to see you, but why are you back, sweetheart?” You sighed knowing you could never keep anything from Gemma.

“I wanted her to meet her dad,” You said motioning to the little girl in your lap, who had fallen asleep again. “I couldn’t keep her from him, not more than I already have.”

“What’s the other reason?” She knew you too well.

“On my way here, someone started following me. I don’t know who, but they were in a black SUV. They’ve been following me for two days. I lost them on the way here though. I haven’t had anything to do with the club since I left, Gem, I have no idea what’s going on or who they would be.”

“Shit.” Gemma muttered as she leaned back in her seat. “I might know, but we’ll have to wait for the boys to get back.” You nodded knowing you would have to see him at some point. “Come on, let’s take the little one inside and we can catch up.” She stood up and you followed trying not to move too much so your daughter could still sleep. Once you succeeded you followed Gemma into the club house to wait on the boys.

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You were sitting at the bar with Gemma when you heard the thrumming of motorcycles. Your heart sped up the closer they got. Gemma patted your hand that was sitting on the bar holding your bottle of water. You looked to Gemma with scared eyes. She gave you a soft smile.

“I’ll go check on the little one.” She stood up giving your hand a squeeze before making her way back to the dorms. All you could do was nod. About the time Gemma rounded the corner, the door to the clubhouse opened. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. You only heard one set of footsteps coming inside. You crossed your fingers hoping it was one of the other guys. You turned around to see Bobby. He stopped and looked at you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He smiled and made his way to you. You smiled back giving him a hug.

“It’s good to see you, too, Bobby.”

“So what brings you back here? We didn’t think we would see you again,” He said. You sighed nodding.

“I wasn’t planning on coming back, but I needed to talk to him.” Bobby nodded.

“Well, he should be here in a bit they were still talking when we pulled in.” About the time he finished all the guys walked in. You looked up and locked eyes with the Scotsman you ran from three years ago. No one said anything feeling the tension in the air. You were about to say something when you heard the soft cries of your little girl. You turned to see Gemma walking to you with your daughter in her arms. You immediately made your way to them.

“She woke up and couldn’t find you.” Gemma whispered.

“Oh, I didn’t go anywhere, baby. Momma’s right here.” You gathered her in your arms, beginning to rock her. She looked up at you sniffling and rubbing her eyes.

“Momma?” Her little voice squeaked.

“Hi, sweet girl.” She sat up straighter and put her hands on your cheeks.

“My momma,” She said again looking at you. You turned your head to kiss her hand.
“Your momma, baby.” She smiled at you settling down in your arms. You rubbed her back helping her calm down a bit more. You almost forgot about your audience until someone cleared their throat. You turned looked at the guys behind you. You turned to see the same Scotsman staring at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t get any words out and neither could he.

“I think you two should talk,” Gemma stated. You nodded at her. You looked down at your daughter.

“Do you want to go outside with Aunt Gemma for a few minutes, sweetie? I need to talk with my friend.” She looked at Gemma and then at you. You could see she was a little nervous. “I’ll be right there, baby, okay?”

“Okay, momma.” You sat her down and she took Gemma’s hand. You watched as the two left and the others followed her out, you assumed they wanted to meet your little girl. Finally you looked to Chibs.

“So I need to tell you something.”

“Aye, ya do. Would you care to explain why you’re here and a wee one with ya?” He was shocked and angry and happy all at the same time but his tone came across as angry. He saw your eyes harden.

“Listen, Filip Telford, I don’t need that tone from you. I’ve had a long few days and I’m scared shitless for my daughter and I don’t need shit from you.” He was taken aback by your tone. Yes, he had seen you mad before but it had been a long time, it still shocked him. “I left because you lied to me, you don’t get to interrogate me, Filip.”

“You’re right, lass. I’m sorry. What brought you back?” Chibs took on a quieter tone.

“I wanted you to meet your daughter. I didn’t want to keep her from you more than I already had. She needs her dad, Filip.” You sighed looking at the man who still held your heart.

“She’s mine?”

“Yeah, she is. I found out a few weeks after I left.” You crossed your arms looking down at your feet. You heard his footsteps come closer. He tipped your face up to look at him.

“I’m a dad again?” He asked with tears in his eyes. You couldn’t help but tear up as well.

“Yeah, you are.” Without thinking he kissed you. It shocked you at first but you melted into it. You still loved him and he still loved you. you could feel it. He pulled back after a bit.

“Thank you. Thank you for bringing her here. I can’t wait to meet her.” You smiled at him.

“I can’t wait for you to meet her either.” He smiled back at you. You stood there for a bit when he realized something.

“What’s her name?”

“Aria, Aria Telford.”

“I love it.” He looked at you, he couldn’t believe you were back. “Wait, ya said you were scared for the two of you. Why?” You pulled back and sucked in a breath.

“I started down here so you could meet, Aria, but a couple days ago someone started following me. I lost them when I started getting close, but I scared me. He followed us for two days, Filip. Two days.” You started to get worked up again. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to calm you down.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of ya, both of ya.” You wrapped your arms around him and breathed him in. You had missed him so much.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered into his shoulder. He pulled back to look at you but kept his arms around you.

“For what?” You looked into those eyes you had missed so much.

“For keep her from you. And for leaving.” You shook your head when you went to interrupt. “After having Aria, I understand why and why you didn’t tell me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I should have told ya.” You just looked at him.

“I’m glad I’m back.”

“I’m glad ya are, too.” The both of you knew without saying anything that you would try again. You had always known you didn’t want to be without him. He knew he didn’t want to be without you either. “So, can I meet my daughter?” The smile on his face was contagious. You smiled back.

“Absolutely.” You took his hand and walked outside so Chibs could meet his little girl.

You Need a Maid? Chapter 13

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel
Rating: G / PG13 / R
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don’t sue me, I’m poor.
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Your name: submit What is this?

The hospital ward of the facility was much like any other hospital. Sterile, stark white, and always very chilly. You had been asleep for several days, the nurses unsure of when you would wake up. The team started taking shifts, wanting to make sure someone would be there for when you did wake up.

You opened your eyes just enough to Sam at your side. He sat on the side of the bed, holding your hand. His thumb rubbed circles over your skin softly, the motions feeling warm and soothing. You could hear him humming one of your favorite songs. You smiled faintly before drifting back to sleep. He never even knew you had woken up.

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Gladio’s breath is hot against the thin skin of Noctis’s throat. Noctis closes his eyes, arches his back when Gladio’s tongue flicks lightly against his neck. He lets out a soft moan and Gladio responds in kind, placing a gentle kiss on Noctis’s neck as he runs a large hand down the prince’s thin frame. The hand trails slowly down Noctis’s side, his hip, his thigh – and when it reaches his knee, Gladio tightens his grip and pulls Noctis’s leg around him. As he does, he grinds forward, pressing hard against Noctis. Noctis lets out a surprised gasp that trails into another moan.

Noctis hears a deep, rumbling laugh and he opens his eyes. Gladio is watching him, watching the prince’s reaction to the warrior’s every move. Noct rolls his eyes before saying, “Enjoying this, are you?”

The smile on Gladio’s face tells Noctis that he is, in fact, enjoying himself. Gladio leans down, grazes his teeth along Noctis’s earlobe and whispers, “Very much so.”

Noctis shudders and resists the urge to touch himself. It had been a while since they had done this. Too long, Noctis thought.

As if Gladio reads Noctis’s mind, suddenly the hand on his knee begins trailing up his leg again. It stops at his hip and tenses as Gladio grinds forward again. Noctis’s eyes close and he arches into the thrust, pushing himself harder against Gladio. Gladio tenses, his hand gripping Noctis’s hip harder for a moment. Through gritted teeth, he says, “Gods, you’re so gonna get it.”

Noctis resists the giggle bubbling in his chest. He smiles, moves his hips against Gladio’s again and taunts, “Promises, promises.”

Gladio leans up and looks down at Noctis. His expression is so damn intense that Noctis hesitates for a moment, is about to ask if everything is alright, when suddenly Gladio’s lips are on his. The kiss is brief. It takes seconds before Gladio is pulling away, trailing small kisses down the prince’s neck. In a swift motion, Gladio finally removes Noctis’s shirt and continues his trail of kisses down Noctis’s chest. He nibbles every now and then, sending a wave of pleasure through Noctis’s body every time. The trail continues down Noctis’s stomach, and when Gladio finally gets to the edge of Noctis’s pants, he looks up – a question in his eyes. Noctis breathes heavily for a moment, then slowly nods. He watches as Gladio unzips his pants and pulls them off of his body. He watches as Gladio leans down and licks up his stiff member. He watches as Gladio opens his mouth and –

And then he wakes up.

Noctis wakes up, alone in bed with a soft breeze blowing through the open window. His eyes scan the room wildly for a moment, and before disappointment can flood his body, he remembers his dream. It hadn’t been a dream last night. All of that had actually happened. The memory makes him smile and when he turns on his stomach to hide his blushing face (from who, he doesn’t know), he takes in a sharp breath. He’s hard still, very hard, and he instinctively grinds himself against the bed, desperately looking for relief. It doesn’t take long – he had been close already, apparently – and when he’s finally relieved, he gets out of bed. He cleans himself off, gets dressed, and heads out of the room to look for Gladio.

When he gets to the bottom stair, Iris is there to greet him. She steps in his way and says, “Morning, sleepyhead!”

Hiding his disappointment that Gladio is nowhere in the immediate vicinity, he shakes his head. “Morning,” he grumbles, and runs a hand through his hair to try to fix it slightly. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh,” Iris says, obviously less than enthused about Noctis’s indifference. “They’re out walking with Talcott. They went to see the sights. We should too!”

“Uhh,” Noctis starts. Ever the eloquent prince. “Sure. Why not?” At least it’ll be a chance to look for Gladio.

“Great! I’ll show you around!”

She turns and heads out of the building. Noctis had already seen most of Lestallum when they had first arrived. They had needed to stock up on ingredients for Ignis and health reagents for the rest of the party. Compared to Insomnia, Lestallum wasn’t that large of a city, so they had covered most of it within the evening.

The walk with Iris is less than exciting. Noctis had always liked Iris and regarded her well, but lately something had seemed..off. She had started avoiding him a few months before he had left the capital. When they did speak, she always seemed distracted, or quiet. Since Noctis had a hard time with conversation anyway, their talks had been very minimal.

Now, though, she won’t stop talking. She keeps rambling on and on about the marketplace and the different shops as they head through. When they get to the refinery, she tells him all about it and how only women work there. He encourages her and she smiles, then she begins leading him to the outlook. As they walk, he steps too close to her and brushes her arm. He mumbles an apology, steps away, then looks over to see her blushing. There’s a shy grin on her face. Noctis raises an eyebrow, but ignores the question that comes to mind.

When they reach the outlook, Noctis finds himself scanning the crowd, looking for Gladio. He feels a slight stab of disappointment when he still doesn’t see him. He’s about to tell Iris that maybe they should head back when he suddenly feels her move closer to him.

“You know, Noct,” she says, wrapping an arm around his and pressing her body close. “This almost feels like a date.”

Noctis tries to control his expression, but can’t fight that surprise that passes quickly over his face. He fakes a smile, nonchalantly slides his arm out of hers, and says, “If it were, your brother would kick my ass.”

The thought terrified him, honestly. At least now it made sense why she had started avoiding him before.

Iris giggles and lets her voice take on a flirty tone as she says, “Well, we better keep it quiet then.”

I don’t think you understand that if Gladio found out I was sleeping with both of the Amacitia siblings, he would literally kill me, is the first thing that goes through Noctis’s mind. When he’s about to speak, Iris sighs and continues, “And besides, you already have Lady Lunafreya.”

Noctis remains quiet. He wants to deny what she says, tell her that of all the people he truly desires, Luna isn’t one of them. The marriage between them is arranged and, while the prospect of spending the rest of his life with Luna hadn’t really seemed that bad in the beginning, it was the one thing he wants least in the world now. Picturing himself with anyone other than Gladio… Well, it just wasn’t going to happen, at least.

Iris offers an awkward smile and kicks absently at the ground. She turns back toward the location of their hotel and says, “Come on. The others should be back at the hotel by now. Let’s join them.”

Noctis agrees, putting thoughts of Luna and Iris and this whole awkward “date” aside, and follows her back to the hotel. As they had thought, when they get there, everyone is gathered in the lobby. As soon as they enter, all eyes turn to them. Noctis’s eyes find Gladio’s and, when they meet, he watches Gladio’s shoulders relax. A slow smile spreads across Gladio’s face, and Noct finds himself easily returning that smile.

“Where have you been?” Prompto asks, skipping forward. “We were starting to get worried!”

Iris and Noctis exhange a look and Iris giggles, “It’s our little secret.”

Prompto groans. “Don’t tell me you two were on a date? Noct, why do you get all the pretty girls?”

Iris only gigggles more and hides her now-blushing face. Noctis rolls his eyes and turns them to Gladio again, who suddenly is studying him curiously. Uh oh.

Later, when Noctis is laying in bed, he hears the door open. He looks up to see Gladio walking in and moves to the side as Gladio finds his place in the bed. When he’s comfortable, he turns to Noct, his eyebrow raised, “So.. A date with my sister, hmm?”

Noctis rolls his eyes and throws a leg around Gladio, easily manuevering himself to straddle the warrior. Gladio allows it and places his hands on Noctis’s hips, rubbing his sides lightly with his thumbs. Noctis says, “That’s what she seems to think.”

“Hmm,” Gladio says, and stops moving his thumbs. “And what is it that you think?”

Noctis shrugs. “I don’t think anything. I was only looking for you the whole time.”

Gladio looks at him curiously. “Looking for me? What for?”

Noctis sighs and rests his hands on Gladio’s stomach. “Do I need a reason?”

“No, but—“

“I had a dream,” Noctis interrupts, and moves his eyes to Gladio’s.

Serious now, Gladio studies Noctis’s face. He knows that Noctis had been having nightmares lately – the concern is written clearly on his face. Quietly, he asks, “What was the dream about?”

A smug grin spreads slowly across Noctis’s face. He leans down, picks up his hand and runs a slow finger down Gladio’s chest and stomach. He hooks the finger just inside Gladio’s pantline and turns smoldering eyes to the warrior. He says, “Let me show you.”

Gladio smirks, and eagerly meets Noctis’s lips with his own.

The bare minimum is:

Cleaning my room
Finishing the 3 metallic sketches

If I can do more it would be:
Looking for that email
The coursework I haven’t done in a long time but bc I had other things like Money to do and no energy kdjndknjd fuck

If I could do even more:
Repotting Jessica poor soul
Rocks
Bike
I don’t even have the energy to play b/td even tho I’ve been wanting to for 3 weeks

Tagged by @helsabelle!! Thank you!! :D

Rules: list 10 songs you’re currently vibing to and tag 10 people

Swan Lake Act III Pas de deux - Tchaikovsky
Swan Lake Act II Danses des Cygnes - Coda - Tchaikovsky
Luna (Spanish version) - Alessandro Safina
Si Esta Casa Hablara - Joel Santos
Hungarian Dance No.5 - Johannes Brahms
Song of the Dragonborn - Jeremy Joule
sigh - Rin Kagamine
Elo Hi - Ofra Haza
Mad About You - Hooverphonic
Alejandro - Lady Gaga

I’m tagging @kylooren, @queenofkadaara, @hndsmjack, @reyesvdal, @maharieel, @monoshikis and @aariandel!!

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Do you need anything?

You’re a sweetheart but no I’m just… a neurotic recluse @ heart with highly unrealistic expectations of a consistent, steady stream of affection from other human beings.

Originally posted by sodacolouredskies

a quick sketch, sorry for the quality

I wanted to draw Samuel Vimes and Sybil Ramkin from Discworld at a ball, with Sam wearing one of those stupid duke attire. Vimes hates those noble things, and I think Sybil doesn’t really like them either.
I imagine one of the nobles have made a racist comment so that’s why Sam and Sybil are so done. Sybil has to hold her husband’s hand otherwise he will probably kill someone (didn’t draw it tho).

I love them so much

Arrested | Jack Gilinsky

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Um, (Y/N), I’ve got something to tell you but please don’t freak out or get mad at me,” Johnson sighed through the phone. “I’m not even going to sugar coat shit, Jack got arrested.”

I scoffed lightly. “Yeah, right. Jack did not get arrested, you’re such a liar.”

“I’m not playing, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed. “Jack accidently stole this sweater and he offered to pay the lady triple the cost but she wanted him to go to jail. He’s in handcuffs right now and they’re taking him down to the station.”

I widened my eyes in disbelief. “Oh my God, alright, I’ll be down there in a minute.”

I quickly hung up the phone and slipped on my Nike slides before grabbing my car keys and practically running out the front door. I cannot believe Jack got arrested. I mean, we all saw this coming but not for something this dumb.

I drove down to the police station, and walked into the waiting room to see Johnson standing there talking to the receptionist. “I’m telling you, he’s innocent! He really didn’t know he stole the sweater! He even offered to pay triple the regular price!” he exclaimed. “Why would he want to steal a sweater when he can easily buy one hundred without breaking a sweat?”

“Sir, we can’t do anything about your friend right now,” the lady sighed. “He has to go through questioning and there’s a lot that needs to be done. Please, be patient and when I find out any news about your friend, I will inform you immediately. Now, please, sit down and just relax. Your friend is okay.”

Johnson let out a frustrated sigh and spotted me standing in the doorway. He walked over to me and spoke, “He’s in questioning right now. We’ve been here for about twenty minutes now and there’s still no news on him. This is honestly not how I want to be spending my Tuesday afternoon.”

“What even happened?” I questioned and took a seat on one of the benches that was lined up against the wall. “How did he accidently steal a sweater?”

Johnson sighed and sat down next to me. “Jack accidently walked out with the sweater in his hands and the alarm went off. The lady came over to the door and started to yell at Jack, accusing him of stealing the sweater. He told her it was an honest mistake and he offered to pay her three times the original amount but she wasn’t having it. When we told the cops the story, they were laughing but the lady insisted on Jack going to jail.”

“Why the hell is this bitch trying to send my man to jail?” I questioned with a scoff. “He’s innocent, I know he is and I wasn’t even there to see it. She’s accusing him of stealing? Really? He couldn’t even hurt a fly if he wanted to. All I know is, they better let Jack out because he’s innocent and I don’t want to have my boyfriend go to jail for something he didn’t even do.”

Johnson placed his head in his hands. “That’s what I tried to tell her. It was an honest mistake. This is terrible! If Jack goes to jail, that means there’ll be a major setback on the album and I hate disappointing our fans. I’m not going to release All Weekend Long if Jack is in jail, I don’t care. We worked on the song together and we’re going to release it together.”

“What do we do now?”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait,” Johnson sighed and leaned his head back on the wall.


Two hours passed before we heard any news from the receptionist. About five minutes ago, she told us that Jack was done with his questioning and he should be out shortly.

I kept myself busy by going through the #FreeGilinsky and I have to admit, some of the tweets were hilarious to me. His fans are the most original and funniest people ever.

“Jack, (Y/N)!” I heard someone call from down the hall. I looked up to see Jack walking down the hallway with a wide smile on his face, holding his items in his hand. I got up from the bench and ran over to give him a hug. “I can now say that I went to jail.”

I laughed lightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Do you know how worried I was when I received the call from Johnson saying that you were arrested? At first I thought he was joking. I really thought you were going to jail and that you’d leave me behind.”

“I could never,” he laughed and shook his head. “But can we got get something to eat? I am starving, I only ate some crackers today.”

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS;

  • Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
  • Men were deceivers ever.
  • How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
  • He hath done good service in these wars.
  • And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord?
  • A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
  • He hath every month a new sworn brother.
  • He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
  • I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
  • If he were [in my books] I would burn my library.
  • Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
  • I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
  • I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange?
  • Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
  • He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
  • When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
  • For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
  • There was a star danced, and under that was I born.  
  • I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
  • Why, what’s the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
  • Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
  • Peace; I will stop your mouth.
  • What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
  • I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
  • When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
  • Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
  • I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.
  • How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
  • Speak low, if you speak love.
  • Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

The Pained Heart (aka ‘Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more’) [c.1867-c.1872]. Arthur Hughes (English, 1832-1915). Oil on canvas. From Much Ado About Nothing. William Shakespeare.

“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
   Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
   To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
   And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
   Into hey nonny, nonny.”

anonymous asked:

Today, I learned from some High school kid on Twitter, that proms are sexist because women are expected to go and enjoy it, and that they're also very objectifying to women. Also learned from her, that any self respecting female should never go to them. Geez, I feel like a victim to the patriarchy now. Wish I could go back in time and stop my teenaged self from going. I think this young lady knows what she's talking about.

Sigh.