the story of how i fell in love with him

What I Read This Week

I read some AWESOME fics this week and I’m so happy to share them with you! It was a long weekend in Canada so I had plenty of time to read :)

Pigeon Alley by DiAnna44, Teen, 6.8k (WIP)
What’s meant to be will always find a way. Victor and Yuuri? They’re meant to be. SO GOOD so far!! Actor AU!

clean up on aisle five by alipiee, Gen, 5.3k
“You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me you did not drag me around that shop for over an hour for you to leave without his number, but with coconut milk, four different types of pasta and gluten-free cereal - you’re not even gluten intolerant!” LOOOOOOOOVE THIS! It’s so so cute!

Love and Gelato by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 7.6k
Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. I’M SOBBING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

‘Cause I’m a Taker, 'Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 75k (WIP)
The story of how Yuuri Katsuki slept with, dated, fell in love with, and married Victor Nikiforov. Yes, in that order. Such a great fic! Updated today!

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 142k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story. FINALLY got around to reading the whole fic and WOW I love it so much!! I can’t wait to see what happens next!

The Most Beautiful Man in the World (Who Lives in My Apartment Building) by preciousbunnynoiz, Teen, 6.4k
The Most Beautiful Man in the World lives in Yuri’s apartment building but alas Yuri only sees him when Yuri looks like a dumpster goblin. One of my new faves!! 

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 25k (WIP)
The powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. That update!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!

The Two Mr. Nikiforovs by bratinella, Mature, 15k
Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own. Which lies in the problem. LOVED THIS! Must read!!

We’ll Be Fireproof by Lukesnotpunk, Explicit, 26k
Yuuri is a lifeguard at his local pool, Victor is the star of the swim team that practices there, and Yuuri might spend more than a healthy amount of time watching Victor more than the other swimmers. Victor might notice. Awesome fic!! I never knew I needed a swimmer AU until now hahaha!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Not A Fairytale, Just This

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky believes you deserve more, but all you need is right in front of you.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, fluff, kissing, fluff, *mic drop* the end

Word Count: 2331

A/N: Kind of a song fic based on Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I didn’t include lyrics because I thought it flowed better without them, but this story follows the song. I would love to know what you think :)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

He was to be living with heroes. The righteous, the worthy, the ones who had been given a second chance and redeemed themselves.

He was given a second chance and he failed. After he fell and woke up alive, Hydra broke him. He couldn’t escape. He complied. How did he deserve the third chance he was given now?

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I didn’t fall for you because you spoke perfectly, I fell for you because you stuttered every time you were excited.
I didn’t fall for you because you were kind, I fell for you because you’d put me before yourself; you’d always be by my side.
Nor did I fall for your adoring smile,
I fell for you because you’d laugh at all my jokes; regardless if they were terrible.
I didn’t fall for your deep, fruity voice,
I fell for the stories you’d tell of your childhood, the times you’d talk about me and how much you were absolutely in love.
I didn’t fall for your dark brown eyes either,
I fell for they way they’d look at me when I spoke about all the things I was passionate about.
I didn’t fall in love you because you were perfect, I fell in love with you because you were you.
—  a.a.
“perfectly imperfect” m.k.j.
She moved on. I never understand how she did, or how she could bring herself to, but she did. She was living her life to the fullest day by day with that amazing smile I fell for. And as I sit sipping on this glass and feeling myself slip into a dazed and foggy state of drunkenness, I seem to miss her more and more.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#62)
ships passing in the night.

A quick, (hopefully) fluffy little fic featuring musician!Derek. Inspired by this prompts post of “Reunited AUs.”

now also on ao3!

Stiles is so close to getting somewhere with Derek. He can feel it.

They have inside jokes. They eat lunch together every day in the cafeteria. Stiles has found out that Derek can play like fifteen different instruments and likes to fiddle around with composing music in his spare time, and Derek knows all about Stiles’ fascination with folklore, unexplained phenomena, and The X-Files. Stiles overhears Derek telling Boyd that Stiles is a “brilliant researcher.” Derek has seen Stiles having a panic attack in the men’s restroom and talked him through it, and he went with Stiles as his (sadly platonic) plus-one to his dad’s wedding. There’s even a drunk almost-kiss at their boss Lydia Martin’s engagement party, Stiles making an idiot of himself but Derek smiling fondly anyway, and then—nothing.

“Hey, where’s Derek?” Stiles asks Greenberg when he comes in Monday morning. Derek is one of those annoyingly productive morning people and always beats Stiles to the office. Today his desk is empty. Like, weirdly empty. Stiles would almost venture to call it bare, except that makes no sense. “He’s not sick, is he? Or hungover?”

Although, as far as Stiles knows, Derek doesn’t drink.

“He quit,” Greenberg says, not looking up from the magazine he’s reading, as if this is totally normal.

There’s a strange ringing in Stiles’ ears. “Like, for the day?”

Greenberg doesn’t look up. “Like, for forever.”

It really is that sudden. One day he’s plugging away in the cubicle next to Stiles’, and the next, Stiles finds out from fucking Facebook that Derek Hale is overnight famous.

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And it scares me how fast you can fall in love, how little time it took for me, once I got to know him, to notice his small imperfections and characteristics and fall in love with them
—  Confessions

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Fanfic Request: You and Gaston happily married with children (all the romantic fluffiness!).

i told myself i needed to write a fic BUT I WAS LIKE “HEADCANONS INSTEAD”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Living in the countryside away from the hustle bustle of village life. Probably a simple far, a place where Gaston can clear his head and be himself without having to worry or put up a facade for others. He loves it really, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
    • A place where he can literally put his feet up (You only rub them when you feel like it, he doesn’t actually pressure you to do it). A place where he can enjoy a beer in silence. A place where he can think and be with the things that matter to him.
      • The two of you are always up early enough to watch the sun rise. Imagine sitting beside Gaston, watching the sky change color in front of you. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. A small kiss is placed to your forehead. A few more minutes before your children wake up, he thinks. That’s all he needed. Was a few more minutes alone with you in quiet and peace.
  • Imagine the two of you being lucky enough to have a boy and a girl. 
    • Gaston loves them so freaking much, and actually, they look a lot like him. Dark hair(thick hair), same skin tone and they both happen to have his stubbornness. (Which can cause problems sometimes.) Gaston actually fights you on this sometimes(Playfully) and tells you that they look a lot more like you, “I can see your smile in theirs when they laugh”. Rolling your eyes teasingly, you kiss his lips softly and whisper, “You old romantic.”
      • Imagine him tangling flowers into his daughters hair after she asks him to do it. He knows he’s not good at it but he still tries. She gives him a warm kiss to his cheek when he finishes and she scurries off to show you. “Momma, momma look what papa did!!” 
        You look down at her, smiling brightly, “It’s so pretty.” You brush a stray hair out of her face, “Your papa is so good at that, huh? He puts them in my hair too.”
        She nods happily and looks back at Gaston with an even wider smile. He feels his heart melt.
      • She probably convinces him to let her put flowers in his hair too. Just imagine that. She looks at him sternly, grasps the sides of his face and brings his head down enough so she can reach his hair. You’re standing off to the side, watching him with your son in your lap. Laughing quietly, you urge her to continue. Gaston gives you a playful glare. “I hope those are purple flowers. Purple is a good color for me.” He says to his daughter with a small laugh. Your son joins in eventually and he starts putting flowers in Gaston’s hair, coordinating with his sister as to what color he needed. 
        • Imagine Gaston taking his son hunting. But, while preparing, his daughter comes up and asks if she can come as well. After talking to you, and you agreeing, he takes both of them with him. Imagine his son holding onto the back of Gaston’s jacket and holding his sisters hand while they track. Both of them are super invested.
          • Imagine them coming back and your son is literally about to bounce off the walls because he actually managed to shoot a duck. Your daughter is resting on Gaston’s shoulders as she got tired on the way home.
            You take her carefully, rocking her back to sleep as she stirred with the movement as Gaston places a gentle kiss to your cheek before beaming proudly.
            “He’s going to be a good hunter, just like his father.” He looks at your son, still going on and on about what he had done. You see his father in his personality.
  • Gaston tells them about his time during the War before bedtime. Says it’s their bedtime story. You usually sit and listen.
    • “When I was younger,” He pauses and reflects, “much younger….”
      • Your son gets so excited hearing about it because wow, his father was a hero.
      • Your daughter on the other hand, likes the ending when Gaston explains how he met you and how he fell in love with you after the War and how you bring out the best in him and how much he really does love you and them.
        • “Your mother was so…” He has to think about his word choice, “Beautiful… Gorgeous… She swept me away and hasn’t let me life a day without her beauty ever since.”
  • Monitoring your PDA because your kids do not appreciate it when you kiss each other in front of them.
    • Your son pretends to gag and your daughter yelling at you to “STOP KISSING.”
      • Sufficing on gazes, small kisses to the cheek and Gaston wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until the kids are put to bed.
  • I was about to say ‘don’t get me started on domestic Gaston’ but get me started please.
    • Absolutely a man who tries to cook you breakfast for your birthday but almost burns down the entire house. He just doesn’t cook often enough to know.  He ends up getting help from the kids, and things turn out okay. (He only burned it a little).
      • Probably tries to do the dishes here and there too(Especially when he’s sucking up to you). Always tells you, “That’s a really good workout for your arms. I’m surprised they’re not as big as mine.” You roll your eyes, flexing your arm teasingly. “Aren’t they?”
        • You asking him to help you with cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and for a second he looks at you like “who do you think you’re talking to?” but the glare you give him back gets him to agree and he ends up helping the kids take the laundry outside to dry. 
          • Gaston lifting up your daughter as she pins clothes to the line to dry. Your son tugs on his shirt, begging to be picked up too.
            • When you go out to check on them, the basket of laundry is still sitting there and Gaston is on his back, the two kids on top of him. They’re all laughing. Gaston catches eyes with you, “They’ve got me pinned, (Name). I can’t move!”
  • It’s late at night and the two of you had just put the kids to sleep after what seemed like hours of wrestling them into bed in the first place. You sigh softly, gazing at your love before making your way to the kitchen to clean and put away dishes before bed. Gaston looks at his children a few seconds longer before following you.
    Leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living space, he smiles slightly, “I know I told you that two children were enough for me, but have you ever thought…?”
    “About having another one?” You asked, finishing his sentence. Tilting your head to the side, you could feel the heat hit your face. “I wouldn’t mind… three more even.”
    He smirks softly, making his way towards you. Kissing the back of your neck and then the shell of your ear, he murmurs to you, “Three? A bit too eager, are you?”

MMMM BOI I HOPE THOSE WERE OKAY. if you liked them, i can make more! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 

Peter Quill: His father tells him to his face that he deliberately caused death of his mother because he genuinely fell in love with her, emotions are icky and superflous in grand picture of things; and he had plans to rule the universeTM. Peter then snaps out of his hypnotised state and fights Ego until they blow up Ego’s brain and effectively kill him.

Tumblrinas: Yas, you go my son! Kill that asshole, how dare he do that?! Unforgivable, I am so glad the fucker is dead.

Tony: Is made to watch conveniently unavaliable until that moment traffic cam footage from 1991 that displays in high definition and story convenient angle that his parents were brutally murdered by a brainwashed super soldier who happens to be standing five feet away while his so called team mate is right next to him and after three years is forced to admit that yes he knew that the Winter Soldier killed the Starks. Tony snaps and attacks both of them, to the point where some of us actually thought he might kill them.

Tumblrinas: Bad boy Tony. Go sit in the corner and ponder on why your actions are bad. 

Originally posted by ksunshinek


“I’ll look after Simon,” he says. It feels wrong, but: All that he has ever wanted to do is look after Simon. 

(raphael dreams and it’s heartbreaking)


Elaine studies him quickly, and Raphael almost thinks that the lie is coming undone. Unraveling, just like everything else in his life. The Clave wants to burn him alive. Camille wants to kill him. The clan is divided. His family is in danger.

(raphael has mom feels in regard to elaine, I’m sad af)


“Be careful, fledgling.” He warns, resting his hand on Simon’s face. He holds his cheek in his hand delicately, like he doesn’t want to hurt him.

(raphael + casual touching. he’s not as obvious as he hopes)


He was okay with it. With being alone, with feeling the emptiness in the place his heart used to be in, with feeling nothing.

Until it stopped being fine anymore.

(raphael pov in how simon changes him, 339 words)


Raphael just enters his room when he’s not there and grabs a few of Simon’s shirts from his closet. Purely out of spite.

(they’re very petty in this and it’s adorable)


“I couldn’t go out in the daylight,” Raphael reminded him.

“Yeah, of course you couldn’t. I’m surprised you’re here at all, since there’s a death order put on me, may I remind you.”


(sweet post dust and shadows fix it, 674 words)


But he couldn’t show weakness in front of others, not when people were so eager to use it against him.

(raphael working out his post-betrayal feelings with magnus)


Talking to this Raphael, to the Raph Simon could’ve had if he hadn’t screwed up, makes him miss his Raphael. He just wants to go home and fix it.

(featuring 50′s!human raphael + saphael fluff)


“That was a bit forward,” he managed to breath out, before his face broke into a grin. “Do it again.”

(saphael fluff + first kiss)


“Um,” he turned to whisper directly into Raphael’s ear. “I’ve mentioned this before, but they still don’t know. About us. Jace probably thinks you hate me.”

(secret relationship fluff)


“Yes, I understand your threats. Now, if you don’t mind…” Raphael looked pointedly at Luke’s hand that still gripped his shoulder. He ignored the werewolf muttering Simon was right about the jackets.

(god this is precious. raphael asking for luke’s approval to date simon)


Simon is the only one who makes sense. Raphael has fallen in love, hard, he knows this much at least.

(many different saphael kisses)


He had fangs out and had bitten into his wrist without so much as a second thought. Camille had given Simon enough of her blood to be obsessed with her but was it enough to save him?

(missing scene when raphael was carrying simon to clary/jace. oh my heart this boy fell so hard)


“So….you kissed me.” He eventually said, slowly looking up.

(featuring aggressive!simon + making up + first kiss)


He’s so beautiful and Simon wonders how it took him so long to see it.

(raphael kisses simon for the first time & simon was not expecting it)


It wasn’t too hard to figure out the other’s whereabouts because Raphael was quite used to being aware of Simon’s by now so he could easily find him, even in this loud environment that smelled of way too many different people and partly magical ingredients for drinks.

(matchmaker magnus and magic mistletoe, bless him)


There was no denying that Simon did enjoy this new level of intimacy in their yet to be determined relationship and it felt like Raphael presenting himself to his fledgeling in such a vulnerable position, trusting Simon to take the lead, he fell even more for the gorgeous clan leader and he had been head over heels for the guy for quite some time now.

(saphael smut + an accidental love confession)


“Jesus Christ,” Simon tugged him into his chest and kissed him. They moved together for a few seconds before separating. “Calm your shit.”

(I’m a sucker for jealous!raphael so naturally, this is incredible)


Raphael falls in love with him in every life, and Simon doesn’t remember.

(reincarnation!au that broke me)


“I wish I could say that you’re my home.” Simon blurts out unthinkingly. He looks to see Raphael’s shoulders stiffen, his body going very still.

(01x13 missing scene that made me cry, fluff + angst. also the title…nnnghh my heart)


“Simon”, She says her voice a bit teasing. “he’s your soulmate, write to him on your flesh.”

(soulmate!au where words appear on your soulmates skin, I cried happy tears)


He had a chance, and that chance was ripped away from him by Camille. He warned Simon. He warned Simon. He warned Simon. This is his fault.

(raphael in the building with dead!simon, I love being dead :’) )


He would give Simon anything.

(You feel everything as a vampire.)

(I have no heart left after this one, it’s shredded. religious!raphael + smut with feelings)


It was on a night when it was Raphael’s turn to be ‘educated’, that things got weird.

(incomplete/WIP  that tells the story of how they fell in love and apart, I cried. another title that breaks me)


Raphael does the unforgivable act of touching him. Grabs his shoulder like they’re something close to friends again. It hurts more than the cross ever would.

(episode: A Door Into the Dark from raphael’s pov. he is so soft and hurting. I’m aching)


Don’t worry was so good!! I was wondering how you think harry would go about telling his missus there were no songs about her on his album? Like before he plays it for her for the first time? How do you think that would go down

Hii, thank you so much for your request. This is different than ‘Don’t worry’ and I hope you’ll like it.

They’ve only been together for three months. Probably the best three months in Harry’s life. He knew she was special from the very first time they met, she swept him off his feet with her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
But then he had to leave. Three months in Jamaica. He was looking forward to it since months by then but that changed quickly when he realized he had to leave the girl of his dreams behind.
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t know what would happen. They only knew each other for two months before he left and weren’t even close to starting a relationship with each other. They went out on dates and they kissed but that was it. Harry was scared that she wouldn’t be willing to wait for him until he was back.
But she did. And once he stepped foot on British ground again she was in his arms, telling him she missed him. Later that night Harry told her all about his feelings for her, how much he liked her and how for the past few months he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And with a whimpered ‘yes’ and a few kisses to his lips she agreed to be his girlfriend. That’s how the happiest time of his life started.

But now he was scared it would come to an end. He was scared that the thing he probably worked the hardest on in his whole life would destroy their happiness.
The problem was his album and the ten songs he wrote. He didn’t realize it until he let his Mum and his sister listen to it the day before. They were flashed by his work, loving every song and praising him for what he created but then…

“Umm… Harry?” his Mum asked after a while.
“You’re still with Y/N, right?”
“Of course I am. Why?”
His Mum and Gemma exchanged a look Harry couldn’t quite understand.
“You talk a lot about other girls in your songs. Maybe you should let her know before she listens to it when it comes out and feels dumbfounded.” his sister let him know.

And now he was standing in front oh her apartment, a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he prayed to god she liked. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door, the pitter patter of her feet reaching his ears seconds afterwards. She opened the door with the smile on her face that made Harry’s heart flutter every time. She ushered him inside, enveloping his body in a tight hug and kissing his lips several times like she always does.
“Brought you flowers.” he told her with a soft smile.
Her eyes caught sight of the pretty flowers he held out to her which she didn’t see until just now. She raised her eyebrows then, the corner of her mouth lifting mockingly.
“Did you do something?”
“W-What? N-No.” he stammered, his eyes growing wide.
“Then why did you bring me flowers?” she chuckled.
“Wanted to give you a treat. You’re my girlfriend, innit?”
Harry hoped she didn’t catch the stress he put on ‘my girlfriend’ but she did. That’s actually something he liked so much about her, that she caught onto the smallest things.
“Y-Yeah.” she nodded a bit surprised at his explanation.
“That’s very nice of you, Harry. Thank you.” she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

Once the flowers were placed in the middle of her kitchen table in the prettiest vase she could find Harry started to squirm around. His visit was a surprise to her even though he’s done that a couple of times since they’ve been together. It was clear that he wanted something or else they would already be on her couch, making out or maybe in her bed, cuddling.
“Harry, what’s going on?” she asked him softly as she sat down across from him, moving the flowers to the side so she could see his face.
“We have to talk.”
Her heart dropped at his words. He wanted to talk? What was it that her friend once said? A relationship starts with 'can we talk’ and ends with 'we have to talk’?
“A-About what?”
Harry closed his eyes briefly and reached out across the table for her hands.
“You remember when I’ve been to Jamaica?”
“Yeah. That’s only been three months ago, Harry.” she replied confused.
“Yes. And I used my time there to write songs and work on my solo stuff. And we… We weren’t together back then, right?”
“No, we weren’t.”
What followed was a long pause which Harry spent with playing with her fingers and sighing every few seconds.
“I swear to god Harry, if you slept with someone-”
“No! Oh my god, no. Of course not. I would never-. Darling, I’ve already been yours back then even though we weren’t official.”
“Then what are you trying to tell me?”
She was starting to get impatient with him, he knew it. And he also knew how much she disliked it when somebody couldn’t just talk.
“I actually didn’t realize it until yesterday when Mum and Gemma listened to my album for the first time but they told me to go and talk to you about it. To warn you, I guess.”
“About what?”
“The songs I wrote… They’re pretty personal.”
“Harry, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on right now I’m gonna strangle you.”
He almost laughed at her words, she would never lay a hand on him. She could never hurt him. But this wasn’t amusing. It was very much serious.
“I wrote songs about a few relationship from my past. And it’s just… When you listen to the songs it might seem like I really loved these girls or that I still do but I want you to know that that’s not true. I cared about them and I still do to an extent but not the way I do about you. You… You became so important to me over the last few months and I… The feelings I have for you are so strong and they get stronger with each second.”
“I’m not finished. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to be upset when you listen to my songs. Writing about my experiences… I think that’s exactly the closure I needed to get over all of that stuff for good.”
“Harry, that’s absolutely okay for me. I know that artists write about their experiences and I’d be stupid to think you’d write about anything else. Really, I’m completely fine.” she reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes finally finding hers when he saw that her words were mirrored in them he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I just worried you’d be upset.”
“I’m not. S'nice that you warned me though.” she grinned.
Harry’s heart fluttered at her smile and he couldn’t help but lift her hand to his mouth and press countless soft kisses against her knuckles.
“Umm… You might wonder if I wrote something about you. And I have, there are countless scribbles in my notebook about that one girl that took my breath away and stole my heart the second I laid my eyes on her and hasn’t returned it ever since but… I wanted to keep them to myself for the time being. We weren’t together back then and I was scared you wouldn’t wait for me and then I would have made a complete fool of myself or maybe I would have scared you away and I didn’t want that.”
A soft giggle left her lips and she shook her head head at him. She raised from her chair and walked the few steps towards him, sitting down on his lap once she reached him. Her hands touched his cheeks, her thumbs stroking over the soft skin of his cheeks.
“You are literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve told you but ever since we’re together I’ve been so happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s probably way to early to say that I love you but I do.”
He looked at her with pure adoration and admiration before he whined softly and dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Take it back.”
“What?” she asked him with a quiet chuckle.
“'I love you’. Take it back.”
“Why?” she asked, this time with wordy lacing her voice.
Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with a pout on his lips.
“I wanted to be the first to say it.”
She stared at him for a moment before soft giggles bubbled up in her throat.
“Yes.” he whined again.
“What am I supposed to tell our children when they ask how I told that I love you for the first time?”
“You’ll just make up a story. You cooked a delicious meal for me and then we took a bath together and just before I fell asleep in your arms in front of the fireplace you whispered those three little words.” she laughed.
“No. I won’t lie to our children. We’ll be a honest family, no lies.”
“You know what? I’ll officially take it back then.”
A silly grin spread over Harry’s lips then, his arms wrapping around Y/N’s body and pulling her tightly to his chest.
“I love you.” he whispered.
“What, you do?” Y/N asked with playful shock.
“Yes, I do.” he rolled his eyes.
“I love you too.”

so because @bechnaesun​ practically coerced me into exchanging future evak headcanons with her, we present to you everything we screamed about for over two hours. 

even and isak get married. and their life goes a little like this:

  • isak and even adopt twins because they would feel like they should adopt siblings so they never, ever felt alone, even when they inevitably start feeling like maybe if they’re not related by blood they’re not the same, but they’d have each other, always.
  • isak would read so many parenting guides!! and google searches!! one times he just goes on a three hour wild ride of reading parenting blogs online, and afterwards, when even comes to bed, isak is sniffly and whispers, “what if we fuck up their lives forever? what if they end up hating us, and never calling–”
  • and even just presses a kiss to the top of isak’s head and says, “they would never, because they’d have you as a parent, and your love is one of the most powerful things in the world.”
  • isak isn’t totally calm after that, but it helps, a bit, but he also thinks that even may be a little biased. a tiny impressionable toddler is a lot different from your husband, because even’s already seen him at his worst, and has promised to stick with him through the good times and the bad. and besides, he never saw even in his angsty teenage phase, and just think about it they’re going to have to put up with all of that! how are we going to deal with puberty! what if they start dating!
  • even: then we just tell them about how we fell in love.
  • isak: baby, you asked me to smoke weed with you
  • even: it’s okay i figure we have at least a couple of years to develop a clean version of that story
  • so the point is, even with all of even’s attempts to placate isak’s worries, he still insists even follows the parenting guides to a tee, just in case they really fuck up at one point
  • even agrees, but mostly because if they do fuck up, then he’d have something to blame it on

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Star Wars Fic Recs!

and by that I mean mostly focusing on/around Obi-Wan because my bias is showing and I cant be bothered to curb that impulse

(also gonna add in @swpromptsandasks​ who is an absolutely fantastic (not to mention prolific) writer who’d probably have something for everyone)

The Codywan fics

- Hope by lilyconrad - T - 6.7k

The Clone Wars are the backdrop to a quiet and fragile love between a general and a clone commander.

- There Goes The Atmosphere by missmollyetc - E - 45.2k (ongoing) (also a personal fav)

The most dangerous space in the galaxy is the distance between a clone and his general.

- Intertwine by @norcumi - E - 10.4k (also Padmé/Rex)

Padmé survives Mustafar. She and Obi-Wan strike out on their own with the twins, accumulating a far bigger family of clones, Jedi, and assorted troublemakers. Even in the shadow of the Empire, they manage to forge something new.

- Whiplash by dogmatix - T - 13.9k (ongoing) 

The world doesn’t stop just because you’ve won the war, and that goes double when the war might not actually be over.

The Rexobi fics

- Sketch by @peskylilcritter - G - 1k

Obi-Wan undercover as a clone.

- Couple Politics by @punsbulletsandpointythings - G - 2.1k

Rex can handle many things. Most things.

He’s pretty sure he can’t handle this.

- Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed by @dharmaavocado - T - 23.7k

“You’re punishing me, aren’t you?” Anakin said. “I angered you somehow and this whole thing with Obi-Wan is my punishment.”

“Not everything is about you,” said Rex, hauling the guy up. “And, come on, have you seen him in those cardigans?”

“He looks like someone’s sad grandpa,” Anakin said.

In which Obi-Wan returns from four years undercover, Rex called dibs, the entire squad is not helpful, and Anakin hates his life.

(First in the Title of Our Sex Tape series aka that one B99 AU that I never knew I needed until it was in my face)

- Endure the Burning by @norcumi - M - 4.9k 

Captain Rex and General Kenobi both knew any interest they might have for the other was an impossibility. Then they discover that they are not just an impossibility, but something akin to a fairy tale.

- Two Weeks by scarletjedi - T - 14.7k (ongoing)

After yet another confrontation with General Grievous, Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, along with Padawan Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, and others from Skywaler’s 501st, find themselves crashed on a far-flung planet. With help two weeks away, our heroes must survive on this strange, abandoned land.

- Dancing in the Stars by @charity-angel - G - 9.1k

In which there is a really contrived excuse for Anakin to make an ass of himself, and Rex to be a good ori'vod (and maybe impress a certain other Jedi at the same time).

- In which Rex Doesn’t need his sight to get laid by @the-last-hair-bender (aka emocezi) - E - 2.5k

It had been an accident, or so Echo kept saying. They’d been bored, caught up in another endless round of ‘hurry up and wait’ and they’d been tossing around a flashbang in lieu of playing catch with something more dangerous. Like a grenade.

Of course someone had accidentally pulled the pin out and they’d all hurriedly stuffed their buckets on to protect their eyes. And then, because nothing is ever simple or easy. Captain Rex had walked in the room, sans helmet.

The 501st had, in Rex’s salty opinion, screamed like newborn Krayt Dragons and he’d had approximately three seconds to assess the situation before the world had turned impossibly white and he’d gone blind.

- The Best Cure by inkpenpaper - T - 5.6k 

It was the kind of milksop mission that would have normally been well below the paygrade of either the 501st and the 212th, so it was obvious Command meant it as sort-of leave.

Such a shame Obi-Wan touched something he shouldn’t have.

(Part of the this is not the fic you’re looking for series)

- War Against The Odds by @norcumi - M - 9.7k

Obi-Wan and Rex: from General and Captain in the GAR, to lovers, to survivors and Rebels.

Cody/Obi-Wan/Rex fics

- Waiting (Too Long) by @the-dragongirl - T - 6.4k

Rex waits by the bedside of one of his lovers, waiting (hoping) for him to wake up. Damn the Sith, anyway.

Or - Rex finds proof of the control chips and Palpatine’s treason before Order 66 can be fully carried out, and brings it to Anakin in time. Barely. Unfortunately, he does NOT get there in time to prevent the Order from being sent out to Utapau.

ObiAniDala fics

- Sigh No More by @edenwolfie - E - 131k (ongoing)

Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.

I’m going to fix everything Lucas broke if it kills me.

who cares about your lonely heart by Elenothar - T - 28k

After the Battle for Coruscant, Obi-Wan has wings, a Sith Lord to handle, and a former Padawan who’s still not following a code of conduct for the Jedi. Facing the Sith Lord might be the easy part.

ObiKin fics

- Starbird by @imaginaryanon - T - 8.8k

As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi. or, Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.

- wicked thing by @imaginaryanon - M - 97k (ongoing)

There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.

Bail/Obi-wan/Breha fics

- And Yet, I Love You Still by @punsbulletsandpointythings - T - 7k

At 25, Obi-Wan Kenobi met Breha Organa, and fell in love. At 34, Obi-Wan Kenobi met Bail Organa, and fell in love again.

- untinam by @spookykingdomstarlight - G - 2k

“I shouldn’t,” Obi-Wan said, body going rigid at her side. That wasn’t her intention, but she didn’t take the question back. She didn’t contradict him either. “The senator has only just returned. You two should—”

“He missed you, Obi-Wan,” she said, matching him for vehemence. In this, she would fight him. I’ve missed you, she thought, even though you’ve been here all along. “He would be disappointed if you didn’t put in an appearance.”

- As The Thunder Rolls by @the-dragongirl - G - 4k

Breha Organa must face the new reality of the Galactic Empire, both as the Queen of Alderaan, and as a woman. Fortunately, she does not have to face it alone.

Gen fics????

Ghosts of 66 series by dogmatix & @norcumi (because this is Star Wars and whats that without some Pain and Suffering)

Order 66 had thousands of loyal soldiers turning on their commanding officers and shooting them down. A collection of stories about some of these clones and their Jedi, and how death can often be a matter of perspective.

- Legacy by @deadcatwithaflamethrower - M - 18k

“Maul was my pride, my greatest accomplishment aside from the political games that have wrought me control over the Republic. Why should I take a second apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why would you be worth my time?”

“Because I fucking hate you.”

- How Jedi Mourn series by @punsbulletsandpointythings (again, the suffering and pain)

They don’t. Until they can’t help it.

Rogue One fics (because i haven’t actually organised my shit so. i don’t got much for this yet???)

They Have Taken Photographs of Our Footprints in the Dust by @dharmaavocado - T - 4k

"Did you know I’m worth a quarter herd of bantha?”

At Jyn’s sharp inhale, Baze said, without opening his eyes, “My husband is an unrepentant liar. He is barely worth one sick bantha, much less a healthy quarter herd.”

In which Chirrut and Baze have spent more than half their lives together, and Chirrut likes to spin stories of how they were married.

climb, climb by @peradii - N/A - 1k

K-2SO: the droid with existential anxiety and a smart mouth.

Star Wars The Force Awakens fics

the beloved body, compass, polestar by @santiagoinbflat - T - 6k

Poe knows his place in the Resistance, in the galaxy at large–or, at least he thought he did.

But that was before Jakku. That was before Finn.

- tell me about the big bang by @jhholtzmann - M - 37k

There is a part of him that says: you are not human.

- falling, falling by @piyo-13 - T - 9k

Poe makes it out of the First Order’s clutches in one piece, which in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle. Or, well, he says ‘one piece’, but it’s hard to place physical value on mental capacities and anyways, he’s got other things to worry about than dealing with the aftermath of psychic Force-torture.

Such as that cute ex-Stormtrooper who saved Poe’s life, his droid, and most of his jacket.

Unfortunately (fortunately? He’s not really sure) for Poe, Finn knows what Kylo Ren is capable of, and he’s determined to help.

the wedding- h.s imagine

“Aloha, Hawaii!” Harry yelled while grinning at the view he was looking at from the airplane window.

You chuckled and dog tagged the page you were reading in your book and leaned over to look at the islands below you. “This is going to be so awesome!” you cheered.

Harry looked over at you with a wide grin, “I’m so glad you agreed to be my date.”

You blushed and nodded your head. You grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined your fingers together. “I’m glad you asked.”

Yours and Harry’s relationship was still at the honeymoon phase. Even though your relationship was about ten months old, you guys couldn’t get enough of each other. You guys were constantly texting each other. Constantly you guys found yourself at the other’s apartments for days. It was puppy love. That’s why Harry asked you to be his date to Jon’s wedding, with permission from the bride of course.

Once the plane finally landed, Harry collected his and your belongings before leading the both of you out of the private airplane he had arranged. He wanted to try to make things as perfect as possible for you since it was your first time in Hawaii. When you guys got off the plane, there were two people who placed leis on your head and welcomed you with a kind, “Aloha.”

Harry looked over at you, a colorful lei rested on his chest. He mimicked the words that you said to him earlier. “This is going to be awesome.”

“Goodness gracious, Harry! The view is amazing!” You exclaimed while looking out the balcony from your hotel room. It was overlooking the ocean. Down below you could see little shops and street vendors that you just couldn’t wait to take a look at. You turned around to see Harry standing in the middle of the room, smirking at you. You chuckled loudly, having to cover your mouth to contain yourself. He was wearing his iconic bright yellow swim trunks and in his hands was a two pice for you that matched. “Shall we check out the water?”

You were finishing the last of your makeup when you saw Harry’s reflection in the mirror in front of you. You smiled softly, “Why Mr. Styles. Don’t you look ravishing.” You turned around to see him blushing softly. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “But don’t you know it’s bad luck to wear white when you’re not the bride?” you smirked.

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. You were wearing a navy dress, a color that Harry loved on you. “I’m sure people will be focusing more on the bride than on me.” You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, careful not to get your lipstick on him. You whispered into his ear, “I know I’ll have a hard time focusing.”

As the bride was walking down the aisle with her father, you noticed Jon, the groom, tearing up a little. Your eyes brimmed with tears yourself. You were an absolute sucker to weddings. You loved hearing the vows the bride and grooms made for one another. You loved hearing the stories on how they met and most importantly, how they fell in love with one another. You thought it was so sweet whenever the groom cried. To you, it showed how happy they were that they were getting to marry their best friend. (Even though some argue that the groom crying was lame according to your guy friends) Harry was looking over you occasionally during the ceremony. He knows he should have been focusing on the couple in front of them, but he couldn’t help thinking about you being his bride one day. He smiled at the thought while staring at you. You looked over when you noticed his eyes on you and gave him a smile as well. You reached over and intertwined your fingers together.

The little girl sat on your lap was cooing at you and Harry. Both you and Harry looked like absolute idiots trying to make her laugh by making random faces at her. She howled in laughter when Harry pretended he was a crab. The little girl’s mother came back, smiling at the both of you. “Thank you for watching her. I’ve had to use the bathroom for the longest time.” Her daughter crawled out of your lap and back into her mother’s. “No problem at all. She’s lovely.” You smiled while booping the little girl’s nose.

Adele’s “When We Were Young” started to play softly on the dance floor. Harry, knowing how much of a sucker you were for Adele, held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

You smiled and took his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor. The little girl’s mom smiled at the both of you, knowing that you guys had something special. Anyone with eyes could see it.

Harry wrapped his arms around your waist while you did the same to his neck. The both of you staring into each other’s eyes, swaying to the music. It was a comfortable silence. The kind of silence where no words needed to be exchanged. Harry was the one to break it. “I love you.”

You smiled and rested your head on his chest, “I love you too.”

Harry placed his chin on top of your head. “Is it bad that the whole time of the ceremony, I was imagining you as my bride one day?”

You looked up at him and smiled, “No.”

He smiled back at you before you continued, “Cause I was imaging you as being my groom one day.”

omfg looking at all the pics of harry in hawaii i was like how can i nOT write something?! lol, i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i did writing it!

Don't Stay Gold

Don’t Stay Gold is about Kuga. He is obviously the story’s main protagonist and it tells about who he is and how he and Kageyama met, interacted and fell in love.

But there are times when I have thoughts that Don’t Stay Gold is about Yashiro. Reading it from a different perspective, it is telling a story about Yashiro.

“Staying gold” can mean being true to what you believe yourself, staying uncorrupted, never conforming to what society dictates. And it was said in a poem that “nothing gold can stay”.

Yashiro saw someone who in a way is like a mirror of him. This person is subjected to circumstances where it is hard to “stay gold”. The world is conspiring to dictate to him “Don’t stay gold”, forcing him to conform to this seemingly inevitable path.

And as much as he can, this boy stood his ground, fighting the world which is forcing him to conform. He does his best to survive according to his beliefs, live freely, and stay gold.

“So you’re not gonna follow a path someone lays out for you.”

This strong will in itself is what made him so dazzling in Kageyama’s eyes.

To Yashiro..  The boy is someone he was and someone he could have been. a proof that there is really no other path. But he was proven otherwise. To top it off, the love of his life fell in love with this boy. To this bold, brazen, and dazzling boy.

He was not subjected to as much cornering as Misumi did to Yashiro. Along with the situation with Kageyama’s land, Yashiro was trapped and caged. In that time and even before, in a world where he is alone and to the society telling Yashiro “Don’t Stay Gold” he was really dried up and left with nothing but to say…

He could have answered differently but that would mean turning his back to his most important person. Poor Yashiro was really trapped with a very very limited choice. Yashiro could have done the same to Kuga, but he chose to save the boy that much hardship. Instead, he opened Kageyama’s eyes and became the cupid to their relationship… at his heart’s expense. 

He says Kuga is the light but he in a way kept this light shining. In a world forcing him to “Don’t stay gold”, Yashiro stopped and chose to tell him to stay gold.

He whispered in my ear the entire night how much he liked me. I was hesitant, eyeing the beer he has in his hand, not trusting his words. The shots of vodka that I took earlier started to catch up to me and so my guard fell little by little. So he grabbed my waist with one hand and pulled my face up into his lips. And I let him.
—  Baby you cloud my judgement and I’m too weak to stop you
Who Hurt You? - Derek Hale

Originally posted by sweetchild0mine


Summary: (Y/N) confronts Derek about his tendency to shut everyone out. Derek then answers (Y/N)’s questions. 

“Stop pushing me away Derek!” I yelled as I followed Derek through his flat.

“I’m not pushing you away” he scoffed.

“You are! You’ve been avoiding every question I’ve ever asked you! I feel like… I don’t even know you at times!” I huffed and sat on his bed in defeat. He put his hands in his face and then slowly sat next to me.

“Ask me anything, then. I don’t care how dumb it is.” 

“Okay… whats you’re favourite colour?”

“Red. Next”

“What’s your favourite food?” 

“Uhh, I don’t know. I eat a lot of those 2 minute noodle things.”

“I’ve really gotta get you out more” I giggle. “Okay, what about you’re favourite memory?” He smiled and looked away from me deep in thought.

“On our first date where you insisted that I ‘didn’t know how to date’ so you took me to the lookout and we sat under the stars and you told me about you’re family, hopes, and dreams. You looked so full of hope and love. I’d never seen anything like it” I smiled and kissed him deeply.

“Okay, well then what is you’re least favourite memory?” I ask. His smile is immediately wiped away and he gets off the bed and starts to get changed. 

“Don’t know. Next”

“Derek, you said you’d tell me whatever I wanted to know. You know everything about my past. If it’s too much to talk to me about, I get it, but I’m sick of you constantly shutting me out. Who hurt you?” He stopped what he was doing and turned back around to face me.

“When I was 15 I fell in love for the first time. It sounds stupid now but she was everything to me. Long story short… She was given the bite but it didn’t work and so I had to put her out of her misery.” He says as his eyes flash blue. Even from his short reply I could see how much he felt from her purely from his face. He looked and sounded as if he were choking back tears. I stood up quickly and wrapped him in a hug.

“Derek I’m always here for you, okay? You did the right thing and you know that. I love you” I smile at him and kiss him on his chest, where my head reaches. “Come on, lets lighten up the mood.” I say and walk over to the bed jumping back on it. I play some music on my phone and pat the spot next to me. He slowly walks over confused until I pull him down and throw the blanket over us. “See, now we’re hidden from the world. Just us” I smile at him even though its too dark to see. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me close. After a couple of minutes he pulls the blanket off our heads and laughs.

“As much as I like it being just you and me I also like breathing.” 

“True.” I laugh and snuggle into his side. 

“I wanna stay like this forever. Just you and me.” He whispers.

“Same. Y’know… maybe we could travel. Do it in every country?” I smirk and he laughs. I kiss him again and lay back down getting ready for a nap.

“God, I love you.”

“Love you too baby.” I say softly as we fall asleep intwined together. 

Kalagang #03

1x04 What’s Going On?

This post is probably going to be relatively short; there’s only one big chunk of scene that has Kalagang. But it’s definitely one of our favorites because it’s the iconic scene of Sense8. Before we go into What’s Up montage, I want to go over two scenes of Wolfgang and Abraham (and Felix).

Abraham: Whenever I have a difficult decision to make, I come here. This place brings a clarity to any decision. [What were you thinking about?] My mother […] She fell in love with an Englishman and ran away with him against her parents’ wishes. I think how much courage she had to make that decision. […] Our existence depends on sheer implausibility.

It seems like every single person around Wolfgang and Kala has something to say that somehow foreshadows or reflects their relationship. Remember Rajan’s speech during party in 1x02? Story about Abraham’s mother is not an exact parallel to Kalagang’s, but still some parts match. I mean we know what Kala and Wolfgang were planning to do in season 2 before that bitch, Lila turned in Wolfgang to BPO. The point is – it foreshadows, in some point, Kala is going to need some courage to make an important decision. And same thing may be applied to Wolfgang.

Abraham: I think I know where these rocks came from. Out of Mumbai (Bombay), I’m guessing…

By now, I’m pretty sure Wolfgang’s getting diamonds originally from India is just a coincidence. At first, I thought these diamonds or the story behind them would be a kind of medium that later connects Wolfgang and Kala. But now, since half of them are sold and the other half is gone – literally exploded along with Steiner by Wolfgang’s RPG, I think maybe it’ just a MacGuffin. Nevertheless I wanted to mention this part because, again, everything around Wolfgang and Kala is giving them signs they are meant to be together.

I think we’re going to need some music.

You’re welcome * wink *

Original post [x] @wolfgangssunshine

While our drunken German boy is reluctant to sing karaoke song in front of the crowd – but he does it anyway because he is connected to seven others who also sing that song. Duh.

Original post [x] @sense8sense

In India, Kala is dreaming…and in her dream, Kala seems more like herself than when she’s with Rajan in reality. She’s relaxed, comfortable, free…and happy.

Before the song begins, Wolfgang has a short flashback of his childhood; when little Wolfie gets scared to sing in front of people, his father laughs at him. Seeing illusion of his father, Wolfgang yells at him – and it once again proves how much anger Wolfgang holds against his father. Moreover, the way Wolfgang feels about singing, whether in public or not, is more than just feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Everything about Wolfgang’s father – his drinking problem, abusive attitude, etc. – has traumatized Wolfgang since he was a little boy. I mentioned in previous post (#01) that Wolfgang is used to suppress his emotions. He may now be able to sing in front of people, but it doesn’t mean he’s forgotten how his father treated him on that day. So singing might not be something Wolfgang truly enjoys; it’s not something, also, that brings back good memories to him.

HOWEVER, Wolfgang’s memory about singing is about to be replaced…and change forever. Not by his father’s laughter, but by this woman.

Original post [x] @kalagang

I love how they look each other in that moment. Both are thinking ‘wait, you’re the one I saw in the Indian restaurant/balcony. Am I dreaming again? Is this real? Are you real?’

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

I was kinda surprised that Wolfgang is the one who seems more confused and lost at that moment (but even so being confused and all, Wolfgang slowly turns his body towards Kala which I thought it was cute)

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Whereas Kala looks like she’s really glad to see Wolfgang again. I mean the way she’s being shy at first, but then slowly walks towards Wolfgang with a smile like that? Looks like someone has fallen head over heels for bad boy.

But I think the reason why Kala does not hesitate to get closer to Wolfgang is she’s dreaming. Because everything is happening inside her head, Kala thinks it’s okay – or I’d say safe – to do whatever she wants. If this was happening in reality, then nope, not a chance. She wouldn’t dare to smile like that, or to get closer to a stranger. (Just so you know – in her dream, Kala is wearing earrings. In reality, she’s not; and she literally says out loud that she was dreaming)

Original post [x] @reysleias

Aww, look at Wolfie. The sub is so on point. I think this is the first time where we actually see Wolfgang’s genuine smile – well, he does smile when he’s with Felix, but I’m not gonna count that in. We can all see he surely has a different kind of feeling towards Kala. I mean, come on, we’re looking at the same guy who said he’s not looking for a relationship…yeah, right.

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JUST LOOK AT THEM! We have never seen them this joyful, excited, and thrilled. We have never seen them being this expressive. They are enjoying every. single. moment. together. And they don’t even know each other, at all!

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah.
I said hey, what’s going on?


They are looking at each other’s lips

They are looking each other’s eyes

They are still looking at each other…

Original post [x] @akissaway

A part of Wolfgang is still trying to figure out if he’s dreaming; if this is all just an illusion. His eyes are slowly tracing her face as if he wants to memorize every single feature of it, so even after this is all gone, he’d still be able to remember her. While the other part of him is practically screaming out loud that he wants her so bad. Look how he’s swallowing hard, like he’s trying his best to contain himself.

Daya: Kala? You were singing in English and dancing. [I was dreaming] You were smiling at someone. I have never seen you smile like that. Was it Rajan?

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

Daya, your sister was smiling at someone who is not Rajan. By the way, when Kala hesitates to answer at first…then kinda gives this evasive response to her sister, did anyone feel deja vu? If you look at the original post of this GIF, you’ll see that her reaction is similar to Wolfgang’s reaction.

Hmm…more reasons to ship them!

I recently received a message from someone that wanted me to do a drawing for a very special person in their life. They wanted it to be an anonymous gift for Pete. They told me that Pete’s son once told him: “When you love someone, it’s kinda like your heart is touching theirs”. Obviously I fell in love with this quote and instantly jumped at the chance to complete this request. In the time since I worked on this piece, I’ve began to learn a lot about Pete and he is someone who I have come to respect and admire. His story is raw and inspiring.

Here’s how Pete explains himself:

Pete on repeat, one day at a time: A Dad’s roadtrip through Alcoholism, Divorce, Wellness and Recovery. Somehow, THERE’S A BRIGHTSIDE.

(P5 spoilers ahead dudes, p3 spoilers a bit later in the post)

Man like I’m too old and gay to be blabbering about shit on the internet but while I loved persona 5 a FUCKIN lot I really feel like Akechi’s death was handled terribly. Well, not his actual death, but what came after.

Like the player - the player is given full opportunity to be nice to him, to genuinely respond to him as if they care about him even to the bitter end. You CAN be an ass to him, but you can also react favorably to him, every time. It’s implied/stated that Akechi seemed to truly want to be friends with the team, and with Joker, and Joker was allowed by the dialogue to be friendly in kind. Why would he just be forgotten after? They basically say “well that was sad and pretty much sucked” and move on.

No one asks the protag if he’s feeling ok about it. (Except maybe June in a short text after? I can’t remember - but certainly nothing remotely substantial) No one mentions that it’s fucked up how he lived and died. There’s no funeral, there’s no commotion from his place of work (the only mention at all is Sae basically goes “well he’s still missing I guess” - they didn’t even have the decency to tell Sae how her former friend died? Wtf?) - he’s just up and forgotten.

I know the p5 kids seem to have some major issues talking to each other about things (which I usually see as a trait that can garner character development in them I guess) but they tend to at least somewhat supportive and try to make sure each other is ok. They ask if any of the others are ok every time something about their fucked up life comes up, but like.. never ask the protag “hey, you seemed to really want to be Akechi’s friend even after what he did to you, you clearly liked him to some degree, are you going to be ok?” Like this dude was a social link! A fully maxed one! And he doesn’t even get a damn funeral, or any sort of attempt to damage control his disappearance/death. He was a celebrity to people, and they just never even mention him again? Barely mention that he exists? There are some anons on the website who mention him and there are some random thought bubbles but none even mention he’s missing or anything.

Mind you - I think I may just be upset about this because Persona 3 is one of my favorite games. And when one of the characters dies in that game - he gets a funeral. His friends mourn him. His death is legitimately important to the character development of another character, and his spirit returns to give the player a final well wishing when battling the final boss. The tone of 3 is different, yes - but I would have liked the protag of 5 to at least be able to -act- like Akechi’s death had any impact on his personality or his character. Or for any of the others to have had any change because of it.

I just felt it was really weird. The death was emotional, I cried a lot. But ultimately it had a very weak impact on the plot other than to stop Akechi from being a villain - which could have been achieved by adding him back to the team, having him disappear and promise to turn himself in, or for him to lose his memory or really anything. The fact the player -can’t- save him just feels strange to me, strange to the theme of the game - that shitty adults have been hurting children and the world, and that these children hurt each other as a result of their abuse, but when they form a support group they can rise above that and change the world.

The fact that the Phantom Thieves failed to help this suffering, angry, jaded person - someone who acted like a child and threw a tantrum out of jealousy and anger and as response to the way he’d been used - he became a victim without retribution. That he existed as a pawn of Yaldabaoth and yet the Trickster could not break him free from his chains and take him to battle the force which had enslaved them both made the ending feel a bit empty. The Trickster’s fate was to defy the biased game he’d been forced into; clearly Akechi and Akira were meant to kill each other, one to be the victor, as part of the Game, and he failed to defy that fate. Something about that just feels wrong to me.

Akechi is surely not innocent; but he is not mercilessly evil. He is ill and he’s suffered abuse, and he has been manipulated. He cannot take back the things he had done, but what better change of heart than to transform a killer born from a twisted, abused person who exacted fear onto the masses into a teenager who had a circle of those who could support him and help him face himself and the fate he’d been so unfairly sewn? What better heart to steal and change than that of a perpetrator of terrible crimes into someone seeking to fight that fate so that no one else ever has to suffer the same way?

Had he done this and died at the end to assist in the toppling of fate - or after it was all over turn himself in - or in some other way accept punishment for his actions in the end - that would have made more sense and felt more natural. “He was a twisted person whose heart changed and who was able to die to help alter the fate of humanity and to protect those he once had damned and hunted” would have been way better than “he was a twisted person whose heart changed too late and who was killed before his changed heart could battle against the fate it had been dealt”.

Hypotheticals, I suppose. Nothing which ever will change; what’s done is done. And perhaps I simply like him too much, perhaps I shouldn’t sympathize with him. But I do; I cannot ignore those characters who do terrible things and suffer as a result of emotional pain, mental illness, manipulation, and misguided action, because I like to think some part of everyone can be redeemed even if they’ve done terrible things. Perhaps because I can relate to that desire to redeem oneself, or the guilt and suffering characters like this endure.

I guess ultimately: Goro Akechi deserved better. At the very least, he deserved a better end. He was built up and built up - only for him to be forgotten once his time came and went. And while perhaps one could argue he got his just desserts in the way he died - I feel his character, and the writing surrounding how he affected the plot and the theme of the game - fell short. Persona 5 is still an excellent game and I love it dearly. I just wish Akechi could have had some redemption, or at least… a funeral, or some final recognition of what he’d meant to the protagonist or the story. I wish his death had meant more than the way it felt like it was just the removal of a villain from the conflict at hand.

But I guess I’ll just have to fight the chains of fate myself and keep him alive and help him heal in my heart.


Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2052

Request/Summary: It’s your turn to show the bullies from high school you were successful in the love department, but there was a mild problem, you were single. (Fake Dating AU)

Warnings: Cussing, drinking/alcohol consumption, tiny bit of angst.

Tagging: @serkewen12 @ariadne1004 @merrahonthawall @bethbat @deltablue202 @blueco16

A/N- Finally! I hope you guys like this one.

Masterlist | Ask Box | Restraint | Stupidity | Infatuation | Fantasy

“Remember how you said you owed me?”

“What do you need?” You flopped onto the couch in Daveed’s dressing room and swung your legs over the arm. 

“I’m going to a friend’s wedding…” he finished the last button of his shirt. You handed the tan coat to him from where it was sitting on the couch, near your head. “And my ex is going to be there,”

“I see,” you said before he could go on further. “What day is it?”

“Three weeks from tomorrow.”

“I don’t have anything going on.”

“So you’ll come?”

“I’ll come.”

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