this is so important i'm going to punch myself in the face


Usernames and anonymous words are still people with lives, a house, hobbies, passions, problems, dreams, all that behind the screen. Never forget that.

I’m always doubting about doing these types of posts, but I thought maybe I could speak up every once in a while lmao. I apologize if I don’t word my thoughts correctly. What I’m trying to say is, I know it’s sometimes hard not to snap at inconsiderate/angering questions and sentences coming from young people who probably didn’t think about looking for answers or connecting their brain together. I know some of us can find works or reactions from young people “cringy” or “overdone”. I know it’s infuriating to see kids reposting, tracing or recoloring art because they still don’t know how important it is to respect the artists: the thing is, I believe we all had these parts inside of us when we were younger, too. We had things we liked that we find insufferable now, we had a younger self we’d like to punch in the face. There are things we regret. But thinking back at it, although unfortunate events in my life had made my childhood a personally hard time to go through and I expressed myself through childish actions, I’m glad I did go through these steps. It made me grow into who I am today: a person who’s willing to keep growing. I’m thankful I went through many experiences that now put me in the position to guide young people who perhaps need that guidance, one way or another. Let’s be firm, but compassionate. Don’t sugarcoat kids either, you’re allowed and SHOULD speak up when you feel like you’re suffocating. But always take a step back, and try to think for both sides. These “cringy” kids maybe ARE future mature creating geniuses!
We are tomorrow’s inspirations, models, and constructors!

Let’s be nice and understanding to youth and distance ourselves from online problems so we can focus on making it better instead. :)

Matthew Daddario Quotes
  • "We call our shoes ‘sneakers,’ right? But they're not really sneaking."
  • "Can't wait till they invent phones with keyboards."
  • "I don't know this guy. He came to hang out so I complimented his hair."
  • "How many artichokes can you eat in one sitting?"
  • "No, go back to my idea!"
  • "Maybe, they'll throw the books out. Just not follow the books anymore."
  • "Hey guys did everyone floss today? You gotta floss every day. Otherwise, your dentist makes you feel bad."
  • "I play piano but I won't call it a talent."
  • "I'm the funniest person in the cast and that's simply because everybody else is so painfully unfunny."
  • "There is literally no memory left in my phone. I took fourteen thousand blue sky photos and I need all of them."
  • "Send him photos of fried chicken and crab cakes."
  • "I have a dentist appt tomorrow. I'm not gonna brush my teeth tonight. Also not going to shower. This is going to be painful for everyone."
  • "You are not trash, you are lovely!"
  • "Don't sign contracts in your blood. It's usually not required by any reputable party."
  • "He's slippin' out his little tongue eating snail treats off the ground."
  • "I will eat anywhere in the house. I'll eat cheese crackers in bed!"
  • "He looks down and sees this wonderful man. He hops down there and smooches that man right on the face. Right in front of everyone."
  • "'s not fair that he is more handsome than me!!!"
  • "Don't do the hokey pokey around witches."
  • "They're never gonna release the deleted scenes to you guys because they're racy and inappropriate."
  • "This video is going on social media!"
  • "I'm ashamed to admit I lied about the selfies. The phone is 98% cow pictures and I can't delete them. I need a new phone. Forgive me."
  • "Thank god I started sandpapering my feet when I was four."
  • "Is Alec appreciating at an increased rate because of an increase in demand? Or is it the same rate as before."
  • "Note, some alpaca do not appreciate head pats."
  • "If humans lived in barns, we'd be smelly, too."
  • "Had to delete all my cow photos to make room for selfies, so I will say 'I appreciate you, cows.'"
  • "Wow. It's spelled Gollum. Wow. So disappointed. Hiding my own cell phone for the next two weeks."
  • "You're a little kitty cat. Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy kitty cat, kitty cat."
  • "Sometimes when I travel between dimensions, I think, man, I should really buy a sailboat."
  • "If I was running for President, my VP would be a well trained golden retriever."
  • "Who's not going to watch Hamlet in space? I mean, Space Hamlet!"
  • "I just think we should all acknowledge what is awesome about Harry!"
  • "I like eating food after dark."
  • "Generally, people avoid kissing their sister in a healthy life."
  • "If you don't like my zebra leggings, it's because you just don't understand zebra leggings."
  • "I think we should provide more showers for cows."
  • "If I'm having a bad day, I eat pizza."
  • "I hope Google uses the same algorithm to encrypt my email as my pocket does to tie knots with my headphones."
  • "I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day."
  • "Dog. #dog. Dog. Dog."
  • "Had fun tweeting with/at you guys. Phone is about to die. Gonna go get more double-A batteries."
  • "The jackhammer has been joined by his friend, the concrete saw. Rare that you get two music legends right outside your window like this."
  • "Interdimensional cat smuggling is severely punished. But you can make a killing on the black cat market."
  • "You should just give up on me like I did. So done with me right now I can't even."
  • "What am I fan of? No one's ever asked me this before! Oh man."
  • "I don't know why they say that. I think they're poking fun at me."
  • "Congrats. You deserve that sailboat."
  • "I don't know. I don't have any pet peeve. Yapping little dogs, I guess. Buttons that don't go up right."
  • "Donkeys look like rabbit horses."
  • "Everyone is all, 'follow your heart.' If that worked I'd be watching Shadowhunters in my spaceship."
  • "Am I making this up?"
  • "I don't condone it, but I understand it, and therefore, I will not pass judgment on it."
  • "I can eat a pound of pork rinds."
  • "I am your bird king!"
  • "Baby pigs or baby cows? They're both good options."
  • "I have deleted a single photo from my phone. I have room for one selfie. Living on the edge. If it happens, no second chances."
  • "She gets it at a Shadowhunter tailor where we get all our stuff. Are you serious?"
  • "My cell phone is not the most important thing in my life. It just feels that way."
  • "Kill her immediately. Problem solved."
  • "You're not me? Most people aren't, in my experience."
  • "Man I've spent a whole year talking about sailboats and I could have just jumped on this SHIP."
  • "Reminder not to cite 'game of thrones' as my motivation for getting into politics."
  • "To all the people who threaten to punch me in the face... Do I have to be concerned or is that a love thing?"
  • "Put this on?! Fit it on my body?!"
  • "I’m going to shave today. Nobody will recognize me and I’ll have to reintroduce myself to all my friends."
  • "Don't get me started on this question."
  • "Okay, quick question. What does it mean when someone says they are your 'trash?' Asking for a friend..."
  • "Wait, 'SexyBack' is by Justin Timberlake?"
  • "Everyone's smooching everyone and Alec just wants to do his job. That's why he's the best and deserves a big smooch."

This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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The Final Play

IMAGINE: Bucky hasn’t been paying attention to (Y/N) lately, missing out their dates, purposely ignoring her. Is he tired of her? Or is there something up his sleeve?

[gif is not mine. hope you guys like it. this story was inspired by the plot in ‘himym’ -you know, where barney finally proposes to robin.]

word count: 2.0 k+

act one

“I think your best friend is cheating on me.”

Sam looked at (Y/N) alarmed, he almost dropped the muffin that he was holding. Steve audibly gasped beside him as well as stilling. “He’s not my best friend. AND what?”

(Y/N) sat down on the stool in front of Sam and Steve. “We haven’t spent any of our free time together. I barely see him, he says that he’s always at work, we haven’t had sex in like three weeks.” She reached over and grabbed Steve’s drink and skulled it.

“Have you talked to him about it?” Sam questioned.

“Whenever I try to tell him that we haven’t been spending a lot of time together he just bolts or tries to change the subject.”

“Bucky loves you.”

“It doesn’t seem like it anymore. I don’t want to be one of those women who need the spend every moment we have together, but I need to see him at least.” She burrowed her face in her palms. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Is he bored with me? Does he want to be with someone else, is this his way of saying it?”

Sam looked over to Steve worriedly. “I’m sure that he’s just busy, (Y/N).”

“Am I making a mistake?” The words came of her mouth as soon as she thought of it. Her and Bucky have always been strong, they were the ones that everyone wanted to be. They were the strongest people with the strongest relationship. “Being with him?”

“No!” Steve denied vehemently. He knew that Bucky before (Y/N) was a coping mess, coping but messily and in isolation. With (Y/N) he was the Bucky that he knew before HYDRA got to him. She was perfect for him. “You guys are meant to be!”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve and Sam sadly. “His actions aren’t really saying that nowadays. I’m getting tired.”

Steve sat up and leaned sat forward, concern etched on his face. “(Y/N), what are you saying?” He asked slowly, fearing for the worst.

“I want to be with someone who actually pays attention to me.” She shrugged again and stood up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

act two

“Are you sure she really said that?”

Steve nodded, “She did. What the hell are you doing Buck?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re pushing her away! You don’t push the people you love away!” Steve to emphasise his point hit Bucky  every time he spoke a word.

“Damn it, Steve! Calm down.” He rubbed his arm, “Jesus,” He mumbled and moved away when Steve raised her fist again.

“Look, you’re like my brother and I love you but you need to stop fucking around with (Y/N)! Unless you want to be single again!” Steve angrily pointed a finger at Bucky who was still nursing his now bruising arm.

“I’m not cheating on her,” he denied. Bucky nervously rubbed his neck, “I’ve been working on something, that’s why I haven’t been spending time with her.”

Steve folded her arms crossly at her brother, “What is is then?”

He stood up and looked at him silently asking Steve to follow him. When they reached his office he showed him the folder and watched as he intently read through it.


Bucky smiled at his best friend, he nodded once, “Yes, really.”

act three

“What do you mean he’s not going to come?” (Y/N) paced back and forth, her cellphone clenched tightly in her hand. “He’s your best friend!”

Steve shrugged once, “I don’t know. He said he’s busy looking at the plans we have for the next mission.”

“You’re being commended at the museum! He could do that anytime after this!” She abruptly stopped pacing back and forth, almost tripping over the train of her dress. “That motherfucker.”

“(Y/N), honestly, it doesn’t matter.” Steve placated her. “It’s just a stupid ceremony.”

She shook her head, “No, Steve It really does matter. I mean, if he thinks that skipping out this very important event for his best friend, what do you think his stance on missing out our kids important events? Missing ballet recitals? Or missing rugby matches?”

“You know he won’t do that.”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve sadly. “I don’t think I know him anymore.” She picked up her clutch, “I’ll see you and the group at the museum, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“To find Bucky and tell him exactly what I’ve been thinking and feeling since he started treating me like nothing.”

act four

Throughout the whole car ride to Bucky, (Y/N) thought about what she was going to say him. What would happen if she confronted him? Would they be able to sort out through their problems, or would they break up?

“Ma’am, we’re here.”

She nodded to her driver and opened the door. As she looked up at the tall, lit building she could feel her heart in her mouth. As much as she wanted to turn back and let him continue whatever he was doing, she knew that deep down inside her that she needed to do this for her, him and their relationship.

She opened the door to his office at the Tower hesitantly,when she stepped inside her search came to a halt as there was no one there. (Y/N) furrowed her brows. Where the hell was he? She was about to turn back when she saw a single red rose on his chestnut table. Moving forward she looked at the rose curiously, beneath it sat a small note with Bucky’s familiar writing.


(Y/N) made a face and wondered why he wanted her to come up to the roof. Thinking nothing of it, she picked up the rose and started walking towards the lift.

After walking a flight of stairs, she finally reached the door to the roof, opening it she was met with petals of pink and red roses on the floor. She looked around and saw candles lit around everywhere. In the middle of the roof, a paper circled with flowers and candles. Walking to towards it, she bent down and picked up the card.

The Final Play: The (Y/L/N)

First Step: Meet the perfect girl. Perfect girl meaning (Y/N). Perfect girl meaning she will shout at you when you fuck up, anger you, love you more than anything. The girl who will look after you during the night when you scream in fear, when you don’t want to talk so she just holds you and whispers comforting words.

Second Step: Make a complete arse out of yourself e.g. when you tried to ask her out romantically which ended up accidentally setting both of yourselves on fire and you tripping over and accidentally smacking your head against her nose.

Third Step: Realise something very important.

Fourth Step: Conduct an elaborate plan that will take over two months to put together.

Fifth Step: Start preparing everything. Spend a lot of time at ‘work’ -work meaning that you’re calling every flower shop so you can have more than enough roses.

Sixth Step: She’s going to go bonkers, so be wary. You know that she’s going to doubt your relationship and it’s going to kill you both but hopefully this is worth it.

Seventh Step: She’s going to confide in Steve and Sam. Steve’s going to yell at you, probably punch you, Sam’s just going to be passive around you…or throw things at you. When Steve comes to you, let him tell you what (Y/N) told him. After Steve berating you and him giving you the look, show him the plan.

Eight Step: Deliberately miss out Steve’s event -make sure that he tells (Y/N) this. Tell Steve to tell her that you’re at work looking over some files…or something. She arrives at the Tower and she can’t find me and then she sees the note.

Ninth Step: Make her go to the roof.

Tenth Step: Be prepared, but you’re always prepared with her so it’s okay. This is it buddy, you’re spending the rest of your life with the soulmate you thought that would never come to you, but here she is standing in one of the most important places in your relationship, reading the stupid romantic plan that you made.

“Cliche, I know.”

At Bucky’s voice she looked up from reading, barely noticing that there were tears in her eyes.

“What is all this?”

“Do you remember what happened on this roof?”

(Y/N) racked her brain, trying to remember what exactly happened when they first met each other on this roof.

“I do. I remember vividly.” Bucky placed his hands into his pocket, rocked back and forth and smiled boyishly at her. “You came up here after Tony introduced you to everyone. You were trying to escape Pietro and I was trying to escape the crowd. You talked to me like I was a normal person, that I wasn’t Bucky or the fact that I was the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky slowly walked up to her, “I fell in love with you that first day. You were brilliant, you were passionate. As you stood there giving me these weird facts and imitating everyone down at the party, I could see our future in my mind. In that moment, I swore to myself that I would marry you.” He nodded towards the paper.

She looked at it and turned it over.

Final Step: Hope that she says yes.

“I’m so sorry that I made you doubt everything that we had together but I needed to do this. To prove to you just how much I love you, in some fucked up way I needed to do this. But this is the last time I will ever lie to you, unless you want me to lie to you.”

(Y/N) looked away from the paper and looked back to Bucky who was now down on one knee on the ground.

“You’re my soulmate. The person that I didn’t know that I was looking for until I found you. You’re what made my life everything that it is, you made it matter. I wasn’t the Winter Soldier, I wasn’t the cavalier Bucky, I was James. I was me. You’re my best friend.” (Y/N) sniffled at his Bucky continued his speech.

“There are two things in this world that I’m completely certain of: I know that we belong together, and that you are the love of my life and soulmate.” Bucky smiled and opened the the box. “So (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do the honor of marrying me?”

She let out a soft sob and moved forwards to him, “Yes! Yes!” She cried happily as he smiled widely at her. Picking her up and twirling her around, he realised that one of his favourite sounds in the world was her giggling.

He placed her down and placed the ring on her finger. Bucky kissed her once. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled against his lips. (Y/N) pulled back and gave him a cheeky grin, “You know you’re certain of three things.”


“You said love of my life and soul mate. That’s two things.”

Bucky shrugged, “You’re both. There’s no one else for me.”

As he wrapped his arms around her again, the ring he gave her glittering on her left ring finger, Bucky couldn’t help but feel complete.

act five

They live happily ever after…well not really, not in the conventional rom-com way. They fight, they shout at each other. Has often either slept on Steve’s couch, or grabbed a hotel room. But they always manage to go back to each other because that’s what soulmates are. You fight until you’re red but you come back to each other because you can’t stand being mad at them. They were the happiest with each other more than any other could make them.

anonymous asked:

“Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering* omg this and Steve offering Tony the jacket from his Captain America uniform

“Here, take my jacket.”

Tony looked down at Steve’s uniform jacket, held in Steve’s outstretched hand, then back at Steve’s annoyingly concerned face, swallowing at least five scathing retorts, settling instead on a curt, “No, thank you.”

“Tony, take the jacket,” Steve tried again, using the tone of voice people usually reserved for children. 

“I told you, I’m not cold,” Tony replied, glaring at Steve. The effect was somewhat ruined by the violent shudder that went through him. 

Steve opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, closing his eyes. Tony could see his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

It was a really nice chest, every muscle outlined by the skintight undershirt Steve wore. And the only reason it took Tony ten seconds too long to realize what Steve was doing. 

“Are you actually counting to ten right now, Rogers?” Tony spluttered, indignant. 

Steve opened his eyes. Tony couldn’t quite recognize that look. He could identify frustration and concern, but there was something else there… something soft and warm that made Tony’s chest ache with that familiar longing he couldn’t quite smother, no matter how hard he tried.

“Tony, take the jacket. Please.”  

Tony grit his teeth - and it wasn’t to stop them from chattering - and squared his shoulders. “I’m not taking your jacket, Rogers, so stop playing a dashing hero and put it on.”

A muscle twitched in Steve’s jaw, mouth thinning a little. He made no move to put on the jacket. “You are behaving irrationally,” Steve said, and while Tony had to give him points for trying to remain calm, he also wanted to punch him in the face. A little bit. “We don’t know how long it will take until the others find us. It could take hours.”

Tony’s stomach twisted a little at the prospect of being stuck in an icy cave for hours. But he was damned if he would let Steve know that.

“Like you’re not cold,” Tony sneered. “You hate the cold.”

Steve took another deep breath, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening. Strangely enough, it was more worry than disapproval. He took a step forward. Tony had to fight against the impulse to take a step back.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel about the cold. What matters is that my body deals better with low temperatures than yours,” Steve said, rising frustration giving his voice a sharp edge. “It doesn’t take a genius to understand this.”

“Yeah, I know I’m just a fragile human, Mr. Super Soldier, but I’m not taking your jacket.” Narrowing his eyes, Tony bared his teeth at Steve. “And there is nothing you can do about it.”

Steve’s eyes flashed, his jaw setting in that familiar way that meant Steve was not letting this go.  

“Stop acting like a spoiled child, Tony, and take the goddamned jacket.”

“Why?” Tony asked, changing tactics. He was fairly certain Steve was one rude remark away from forcibly putting the jacket on Tony.

Steve blinked. “What?”

“Why is this so important to you?” 

The look Steve gave him was incredulous, like he couldn’t believe Tony was actually asking that question. “Because you are cold. I don’t want you to be cold.”

“We’ve already established that. As well as the fact that you’re not immune to cold,” Tony said, shrugging. The anger that was keeping him slightly less cold was slowly seeping out of him. Maybe he really should take the jacket. It wasn’t like Steve was wearing it. “And that’s not really an answer, Rogers.”

“Tony, for the last time, take the jacket.”

“If you answer my question.”

“I have seen children behaving with more maturity than you are right now.” 

“The answer,” Tony said, grinning.

Tony didn’t see Steve move. But between one breath and the next, Tony found himself enveloped in Steve’s jacket and two very strong arms, staring at Steve’s eyes from up close and personal.

“I don’t want you to be cold,” Steve said, voice low and deliberate, “because I care about you.”

Tony swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling a lot warmer than a moment before. And Steve’s jacket had only a minuscule part in it. 

“Define ‘care’,” Tony said, trying very, very hard not to jump to any conclusions. Or jump Steve, for that matter. “As a teammate? A friend? As another hu-mmph…”

The kiss was more a statement of a fact, than a seduction, quick and somewhat clumsy, but it still left Tony’s lips tingling and his heart racing.

“That good enough an answer for you?” Steve said, the corner of his mouth turned up into a grin that didn’t quite cover the vulnerable look in his eyes.  

“I’m not sure,” Tony said, placing his hands on Steve’s waist and relishing the almost startled joy in Steve’s eyes. “You might want to try that again. Just to make sure we are on the same page, of course.” 

“Of course,” Steve said, his breath warm against Tony’s lips. “Unless you would rather I explain myself verbally. Since you are so very interested in my motives.”


“Yes, Tony?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

anonymous asked:

Here are some initial impressions after watching the episode: "I drowned a lot of people" Wow is Lapis blase about human lives or what? I actually find myself disliking her more and more with her complete disregard. But then, I'm sure you have your thoughts on that.

My reactions are twofold:

First I’m interested that you interpret that as Lapis being completely uncaring on the subject because she says that while very determinedly avoiding Connie’s eye contact. For a while now, Lapis has been kind of at conflict with how powerful she is and how willing she is to use that, with her own tendency to go too far. That was quite evasive for Lapis. 

(also, to split hairs, “I almost drowned a lot of people”- one implies Lapis has a kill streak, the other doesn’t. That said, that ‘almost’ also doesn’t tell us for sure Lapis has never killed before- it’s noteworthy that she knows very effectively how to kill a human by cutting off oxygen- not something that works for Gems, nor would that be effective restraint for one.

Which suggests Lapis has developed specific lethal tactics for humans, which is.. interesting)

The bigger thing I have here is… the fact that Lapis is morally complex and kind of shady isn’t exactly news. At all. Heck, just consider the event that they’re both referencing here.

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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 11 – Orange Sportsball Gets The Fuck Real

In which the Foxes play their first match of the season, I have questions about American college sports, my Percy Jackson obsession has a brief cameo, and I’m sadly less excited about Actual Sportsball Games than I should be.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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Bokuto’s Strengths

So I have seen a lot of responses to the chapter of Haikyuu that came out this week.

I was initially very happy. Because I love Bokuto. This weeks chapter gave me a moment for Bokuto that I treasure. Because I know how hard it can be to admit your own faults out loud. So having him have this moment meant a lot to me. Especially as someone who gets defensive when my faults or weaknesses are pointed out to me.

However, Akaashi’s reaction has left a bit of a sting for me. Because I believed that Akaashi knew better than that. That he had enough knowledge of someone who he has been shown to be very close to, to know that they were more than capable of acknowledging their own faults. 

So I wrote this today in response to my feelings on the matter.

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The One Where Derek Makes Stiles Cry

“Would you-“ Stiles starts, he’s standing in the door way of Derek’s kitchen, watching Derek make a sandwich.

“Would you wanna go out sometime? With me?” Stiles finishes after a moment. The snort laugh that comes out of Derek is a surprise, a reflex really. He smiles down at his sandwich and shakes his head. Stiles was always saying shit like that to people, flirting with them and being an idiot.

“Very funny.” Derek said, his tongue pushing out of his mouth as he concentrated hard on the sandwich in front him, trying to get the tomatoes and the lettuce to sit just right.

“Yeah.” Stiles said and then laughed a small laugh, it sounded very airy. Derek’s eyebrows pulled together as he heard Stiles turn on his heal and start walking to door. Something was wrong.

“Stiles?” Derek said, turning his head to look after him.

“I was totally kidding man, don’t worry about it, just forget I said anything, really.” Stiles said in a rush, yanking the door open and slipping through it. Derek dropped his knife on the counter and walked out of the kitchen quickly, his eyes fell on the door as it slid gently shut. He heard Stiles nearly run down the hall to the stairs. He closed his eyes and listened harder, tracking Stiles as he flew down the stairs and out into the parking lot. He slammed the door of his jeep and Derek heard him sniffle. His eyes snapped open and he stared at his closed door.  He heard Stiles drive away and hung his head.

Derek shuffled back into the kitchen, trying to push away the smell of tears in the room, and looked down at a sandwich that he no longer had an appetite for. He grabbed the plate and tossed it in the trash, moving to the table and dropping himself into a chair. He sighed and dropped his head onto the table with a thud.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He said to himself, lifting his head and dropping it once more.


It had been a week and he hadn’t seen Stiles once. He was clearly avoiding Derek, and he’d gotten much better at than he used to be. Derek tried to wait for him at Scott’s, neither of them showed up for almost 8 hours, Mrs. McCall had come out and asked if he was alright. Her voice seemed colder than normal and Derek wasn’t feeling her usual caring vibe. He’d nodded and left, feeling a little afraid that she might throw a handful of mountain ash at him if he stayed much longer. Stiles must have talked to her about what happened. Derek just wished he’d fucking talked to him about what happened. Or that his own fucking brain had paid attention to what was happening. But no, he’d been making a fucking sandwich and then he’d made Stiles cry. Fucking idiot.

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Bumblebee: I'm Back [Part 1]

It had felt like years since she had seen Blake, since Yang had gotten to see her partner. She was still angry, and didn’t understand, and didn’t know why Blake would have left at such a crucial part of life. But she’d had a solid amount of time to think about it, and Yang decided that letting go would be the best route. The burning rays of sunlight bashed against her skin and warmed her metal arm. She punched and punched and punched, until there was no tree left to punch. Anger, sadness, sorrow, despair…loneliness. All the feelings and emotions were killing her from the inside out.

Yangs father was out on a job, his first job since he started taking care of her. She convinced him to go, to take the weight of all his problems with him too. Yang grabbed a icy cold bottle of water and pretty much chugged the entire thing. The sweat on her forehead dripped down her cheeks. Working out and getting back into shape was hard…maybe Nora was right about the love handles… Yang laughed to herself and pulled her hair up into a pony tail using an old almost shot scrunchy.

“Pst.” She heard a ruffle over by the nearest window. Was she going insane or did leaves just talk to her. “Pst.” There it was again! She poked her head out of the window seeing only bright afternoon skies. Then her eyes landed on something…rather someone whom she didn’t want to see but did. Blake stood at the entrance to her house, pacing vigorously. Yang sighed and ran downstairs, just the average jog, and opened the door.

Her hair was just as she’d remembered it, that coal black silk of hair and her beautiful skin. There was bow, which wouldn’t be too hard to get used to. The second those eyes landed on her thigh, Yang felt her knees go weak. The amber yellow soft eyes that she’d noticed only showed themselves around her.

“H-Hey Yang,” Blake said looking down at her feet in shame. Yang didn’t care if she was still so dang angry at her for leaving, she just needed a hug. Yang pulled Blake into a big hug, Blake’s face just happening to land in the right spot on her chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” She burst into tears before Yang had the chance to say anything.

“Why are you crying?” She didn’t understand, someone like Blake crying was astounding.

“B-Because I h-hurt you. And wh-when I do that, I can never forgive myself. Y-you are so important to me Yang. I’m sorry for running, I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry for making you feel like you have no one.” Gosh dang Yang felt the tears well up in her own eyes as Blake went on and on about how much she was sorry. And whenever she tried to speak Blake would just interrupt her again. “I just…I know you will never forgive me…but I’m sorry.”

“Never say never right kitty,” Yang winked and started petting Blake’s ears. The black haired kitty purred intensely as she stroked Blake’s ears. If she was here…where was everyone else? “Are you alone? Do you have a place to stay?”

“I’m alone, Sun went back to Neptune and the gang.” Ugh Sun, always in the way. Wait what? What was I just thinking?? Yang thought. “And no on the other one.”

“You can stay here if you want.” Blake looked up from her chest and nodded softly. Yang smiled and pet her more. No father and Blake back, best day ever. Hopefully.


slowburnotptrash  asked:

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, i love your writing so much. 97: “So you’re giving me the silent treatment now?”

97: “So you’re giving me the silent treatment now?”
(from +this list of prompts)

The atmosphere at their table is both icy and stifling.

Stiles isn’t sure if he should break into a cold sweat or tug off his tie; the movement of his eyes, alternating between the two opponents like in a tennis match, is enough to send his brain wiring.

He’s judging both Lydia and her father, sat across the dainty table from each other, assessing quickly the probability of snarky remarks and barely-hidden insults. Lydia’s face is a familiar mask of polite indifference, but Stiles knows her, and he knows her tells. He doesn’t look for the twitch at the corner of her mouth–that comes later, when her fury has already escalated–or a spark of anger in her eyes; he looks for the way her hands curl in her lap instead, slowly bunching up her napkin.

Lydia’s father is a tall man, which makes Stiles suspect Lydia got her tiny size from her mother, with thinning and receding hair, probably cut with expensive scissors by an expensive hairdresser. He probably has some other redeeming qualities–he did half create Lydia, after all, even if she seems to have taken more from her paternal grandmother–, but in the strained silence, it’s really all Stiles can see.

Lydia and her father have been as good as estranged for the past few years, but by some cruel twist of fate (if Stiles still believed in fate), he moved to New Jersey when they both went to the East Coast for college. Lydia usually meets her father once a year and goes alone, mostly because there have been seven hours in a car and several hundred miles separating them for the last four years. Lydia gets flustered every time the day rolls around, and he knows she’s torn between the pettiness of skipping the invite and cutting ties with her father, the remnants of her high school self-education, and the need to try, at the very least.

What Stiles mostly remembers and associates with these lunches are the early Skype calls, Lydia’s hair in a towel, the bare expanse of her neck leaving nothing to the imagination; he can still see the sharp angle of her wrists as she applies her make-up, touch by touch like she’s adding the last brushes of paint on a Vermeer, the familiar gesture made foreign by the unwanted medium of his laptop. His role was to crack jokes and speak about everything and anything; read her incorrect scientific claims he found online. Studies show, he’d begin, and listen to her pest and complain. Then he would open the notebook he kept in his desk drawer and try to give her a real challenge, an equation or a riddle or a problem. Keep me distracted had been the official request, and so he delivered.

Now his job is essentially the same, but so many little things have changed that it blows him away; it joins plenty of other small, intimate moments, in the flow that helps the sudden realization that he’s living with Lydia, having the life he’d never thought he’d have. Now, instead of his alarm, it’s the sound of Lydia getting out of the shower that woke him up that morning (she always starts getting ready ridiculously early when she has to see her father), and he’d been able to chase the small drops of water down her pale neck as he’d dreamed to do so many times.

That also means, more concretely, that he’s sitting at the same table as the Martins do, literally acting as a buffer between the two tempers, an awkward situation if there ever was one. He feels like he can hear the tension dripping from an hypothetic faucet into an hypothetic sink, and it’s taking all of his attention not to fidget accordingly.

Lydia and her father have now moved from a simple mute disagreement to an actual staredown. Her hand is curled tight on her fork, and her meal is getting colder by the minute, so he knows there is no way she’s ever finishing it, even if Mr. Martin miraculously stops getting on her nerves (or leaves. Stiles’ not that picky).

He’s halfway through visualizing the contents of their pantry (do they have enough flour to make pancakes?) when Mr. Martin speaks.

“So you’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he says with a forced airiness that fooled no one. He looks at her like at a petulant child, and Stiles literally has to sit on his left hand to keep himself from punching that expression off his stupid face.

Lydia answers like Stiles knows she would, and quirks an eyebrow at her father, before schooling her features in her most disinterested look. She looks back at her asparagus with a blank face and has just started to lift her fork to her mouth when Mr. Martin drags his chair back loudly.

“Excuse me a minute,” he says, tugging on his sleeves. Stiles thinks it must give him the impression to look important, like he’s just concluded a deal and hasn’t been driven away to the bathroom by his twenty-two year-old genius daughter.

Lydia stares at his retreating back with a stony look. She doesn’t say anything, but Stiles sees the surprise on her face when he catches her wrist.

“You don’t want to eat that,” he says, pulling a face at the soggy vegetables.

She sighs with her entire body and drops the fork down with a clink.

“Sorry,” she says, turning her wrist over in his grasp until his fingers brush the smooth skin the little bumps of her veins. He taps his fingers in rhythm with her pulse, waiting until it’s back to its normal low tempo.

“Do you want to go?” He asks.

“No,” she says after a while, shoulders dropping. “But can you manage the conversation until dessert?’”

“Can I?” Stiles snorts. “Have you met me?”

“I’m just concerned about you performing under pressure, that’s all.”

He makes an indignant noise, but doesn’t say anything, because he can see that little spark in her eyes is back. Lydia pushes her plate aside and fishes a pen from her purse, with that faraway expression on her face that says her mind is a hundred realities away. Her wrist moves slowly, tracing figures and numbers and curves in the air as they press in her mind, begging to be written into existence.

“Do you have paper?” she asks after a while, stilling her pen with the tip brushing against the tablecloth.

Stiles makes a show of patting his pockets down, just to see the corners of her mouth quirk up the way they do when she’s amused against her will, and hands her a crumpled receipt with a flourish.

She looks at it quizzically, probably judging the amount of junk food he bought and pretended to hide from her in the pantry (though he’s pretty sure he wasn’t the one to open the Skittles, and since he knows her cravings after sex, really, the evidence points toward her). The back of the receipt is soon blackened with enough numbers and letters to reinvent a language. Stiles has stopped trying to understand exactly what Lydia writes; he understand the curves of her deltas and the sharpness of the sevens; the way her zetas seem to bleed ink on the page and the roundness of her twos, traced with a steady hand.

Mr. Martin comes back at the same time as the waiter, and they busy themselves with ordering dessert, then eating it. Stiles tries to steer the conversation in the most neutral direction possible that is not the weather, and Lydia’s father plays along carefully, but Lydia doesn’t speak a word. She’s stopped scribbling, though, and looks more at peace.

“Thank you,” she says abruptly as the waiter places the bill on the table. She slides the little platter toward her, glancing at the paper.

“No, let me–” Mr. Martin begins, but Lydia cuts him with a disapproving noise.

“I insist,” she says, and the conversation feels so formal that Stiles has to forcefully remind himself that it’s between a father and his daughter.

In the end, Lydia wins the silent argument, and casually hands her credit card to the waiter. Stiles knows she wanted to bother her father when she ordered one of the most expensive meal on the menu, but he thinks that the sight of her independence is far stronger of a slap for the man than a costly bill could ever be. Under the table, his knee finds hers, gently knocking his support. She presses back before they get up, and the small smile playing at her lips when they leave the restaurant looks like the brightest of promises.

stillwishingonstardusst  asked:

Bruh, I followed bc quality blog, but like , dude pleaseeeee tell another drunk story. That's what I'm really here for.


ALRIGHT I mentioned this story once already but it’s a great fucking story get ready hold on to your nips this shit’ll twist them right the fuck off it’s insane.

Alright so we’re throwing this riot let’s be honest it was like so far past a party it was a whole different level we were fighting with fire like literally vinyl gloves with cotton hand wraps soaked in lighter fluid and then we light them on fire and punch each other it was FUCKING RAD I wanted to put in a fucking eagle making sweet love to a gutiar here but I can’t find it and I’m too drunk for photoshop.

So yeah we’re drunk and we’re fighting with fire also we have road flares because I dont fucking know we just did.

Guys we should have died like no joke I should not be telling you these stories I should be buirried.

So we’re drunk and rioting and making terrible decisions except for Kyle. Kyle is being a suave motherfucker he’s talking to this girl her name is Laura anyways Kyle and Laura are hitting it off it is very going clearly going to result in sexy times the only problem is that before Laura showed up Kyle agreed to firefight me and gues swhat motherfuckers IF YOU PROMISE ME A DRUNKEN FIGHT THERE BETTER BE A DRUNKEN FIGHT OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY

So Kyle tells Eric “hey I’ve got this thing I need to eat it’s super important can you take my fight” like that’s literally what he said so Eric is just like “sure dude yeah I can do that” the problem being that I already fought Eric that day and Kyle and I had some recent roommate issues taht we had to deal with and guys cards on the table I just really wanted to punch Kyle in the throat with my burning fist.

So there are some issues that I need to take care of because of the combination of overly subtle double entendre and me being too drunk and focused on punching things to notice Kyle trying to get his game on so I do what was really the only reasonable thing to do I take out my drunken rage and disappointment on Eric.


So the real problem here is Laura only partially understands how fucking insane we were. She was NOT prepared for a screaming young man covered in neon paint (did I mention we painted ourselves?) lobing a flare into the room and trying to punch her partner in the face while she lay naked in his bed. To be fair, I don’t think anyone would have been prepared for that.

To be more fair I don’t think anyone was ready for Kyle’s response which was to launch out of the bed whip off the condom mid air and slap me across the face with it.


Nothing stops a fight quite like getting slapped with a condom. Like for most people there probably is like a disgust part to it like “ew that was on a dick or in a vagina/butthole and now it’s touching my face” but really for me it was more the disappointment in myself for interrupting someone having fun.

Like guys if I ever interrupt someone having sex it will literally ruin my night that’s not cool guys party foul bro party foul.

Anyways there’s some loud apologizing and I throw the flare back into the halla nd also threaten to punch anyone hwo follows me into the room and I leave and I fight Eric but like my heart isn’t really in it you know like I’m punching him but I just don’t feel anything and Kyle and Laura have a great time and they hook up a bunch of times after so YAY HAPPY ENDING!

Also, we did eventually have that fight, and I may and or may not have punched Kyle in the throat and made him throw up. Fun fact: if you drink enough your vomit is flammable.

anonymous asked:

On the course of the college AUs, you need to check out @funnygirltthatbelle and the college AU that they came up with. Literally makes me so happy

OH YASS. If you’re referring to this post, I have read this, and it’s so touching! Definitely recommend. It reminds me a bit of that movie Beastly. That last line especially, like WOW. Way to pack a punch of feels.

I’m so intrigued by this AU, because I find myself drawn to the disfigured!Beast trope. I’m not sure why, but I think disfigurement adds a subtle layer of poignancy to the story. Maybe it’s the idea that the hope of being changed back is no longer there (even with the prospect of surgery, as mentioned in the post). 

With the original story, there’s sort of this initial selfish push to get him to be kind to her–so she can break the spell for him. She’s a means to an end at first. This is also why it’s so important that later in the story, he lets her go, to demonstrate to us the viewers that he no longer cares about his own interests, but rather unconditionally loves her enough to value her priorities foremost. 

With disfigurement, we sort of bypass the whole “oh, I’m being kind for selfish reasons” phase, before transitioning into genuine kindness. In a way, the disfigurement angle allows for those genuine feelings to develop more quickly. 

I don’t know what @funnygirltthatbelle intends to do with this story, and I’m just sort of rambling off ideas cause this is fun. Hypothetically, what would be cool is if he chooses by the end of the storyessentially right before Gaston shoots him–to not go through with the surgery, because he doesn’t want to go back to the lifestyle that his looks afforded him in the past. How Belle reacts to this decision…that could be a very complicated and interesting conversation.There is such RICH, ANGST-RIDDEN, HEARTFELT dialogue to be written here. I could see Belle being concerned and upset. I could also see her being compassionate and understanding. I could see her expressing both these things, just depends on how the author constructs the story. And then of course, he gets shot, so surgery required, might as well fix everything! (Wouldn’t it be kind of a dark twist if, when he wakes up in the hospital and sees his (re)new(ed) face and he’s like…disgusted by it at first?? But thankfully Belle is there and she still looks at him the same way, and it’s only through her help that he’s able to transition back into the life of being the prettiest face on campus.)

Nightmares, Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Chapter 4!

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: Bullying, non consensual kissing

Words: 1429

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 4/(?)

Link for other chapters: 1, 2, 3

Genre: Fluffy angst?

(A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delayed updating! Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy! Please don’t steal/repost, only reblog and like. Thank you! Feel free to give me feedback!)

~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

We pulled into the flat and Phil rushed me inside. “Jeez, what is it, Phil?” I chuckled. He led me down the hallway, his hand in mine.

“You’re going to love it!” He pushed me into my room. I didn’t see anything different at first, I was slightly confused, until I realized the computer. On the desk was a Mac laptop. “Do you like it?” He looked at me hopeful.

“Phil,” I smiled. “Of course I like it, thank you, Phil. You didn’t have to.” I hugged him. I pulled away and blushed, usually he instigated hugs.

“I wanted to,” I felt his hand brush mine. He clasped our hands together and then squeezed reassuringly. I squeezed back. “Well, let’s set it up!” He smiled.

We spent a while setting up the laptop, and then decided to go out to eat. We got into Phil’s car and he drove us to a local diner. We drove in a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. “Was Andrew the one that was picking on you? Or was it a different kid? He seemed kind of rude,” He broke the silence.

“He was one of them,” I shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” he replied. I nodded, even though I doubt he could see me. A few minutes later, we pulled into the diner. We both got out, walked inside, and ordered our drinks. He got a coffee, I got a soda. I looked out the window at the city lights, lost in my thoughts. “Let’s go to the Manchester Eye tonight,” I heard Phil say. I looked over at him and he smiled.  

“Why?” I asked.

“Why not? I think it’d be fun. I haven’t gone in a while,” Phil replied. I shrugged.

“All right,” I smiled.

“Have you ever been?”

“I have, as a kid a few times. I like it, it’s a beautiful view,” I replied. Phil nodded in agreement. We talked for a bit longer about it until our waitress came over.

Phil and I ordered our food, and then made small talk about his work and school. When we got our food, we ate in comfortable silence, but occasionally made a comment or smiled at each other. Phil wasn’t so bad, I actually enjoy hanging around him. My parents definitely could have picked worse for me. I do like Phil. We finished our meals, and then walked back to Phil’s car. After that, we went to the Manchester Eye, singing different Muse and Fall Out Boy songs on the way there.

“I’m excited,” Phil was giddy as we came near the Manchester Eye. He parked, and we walked up. Once we got on the wheel, I could tell Phil was getting a bit nervous. He started fidgeting with his hands, and would find random excuses to touch me.

“Are you okay?” I smiled to Phil. He smiled reassuringly and nodded.

“Dan?” I heard Phil say after a minute. I looked back to him.

“Hm?” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

“May I kiss you, Dan? Properly?” He whispered. I nodded. He leaned in, and I closed my eyes. I felt his lips brush against mine lightly, and then his lips pressed against mine fully. He was slightly hesitant, and unsure, and he pulled away too soon for my liking. I opened my eyes and Phil was looking at me, a smile on his face.  I felt a blush run to my cheeks. “I’m glad I’m married to you, Dan,” Phil softly said. I felt my blush deepen, and I nuzzled his neck with my head, hiding my blush.

When we got off the wheel, we decided to go home and watch some movies. He had work and I had school tomorrow, but right now, tonight, it was our night. As if nothing else is important in the world, as if we don’t have obligations and priorities, because they didn’t matter to us right then.

We got back to our house, changed into pajamas, and sat on the couch. He put on a movie. I couldn’t really pay attention, I was too tired. I felt myself slowly lose consciousness, and fall asleep.

Running, running faster, they’re coming, they’re behind me. They’re going to catch me if I don’t run faster. My feet hurt, I wasn’t wearing shoes. I’d be surprised if they weren’t bleeding by now. Quick, hide in the bush! I slid myself into the rather large bush and tried to calm my breathing, so they wouldn’t hear me.

“Danny, Danny, where are you? Danny, Danny,” I heard the leader say. I shivered. I heard breaking of sticks and leaves around me, I adjusted slightly and a branch cracked. Fuck. I’m screwed. They’re going to find me now. They stopped in front of the bush. If they look inside, I’m dead. I held my breath and crossed my fingers, please, don’t look down here. I saw his legs begin to squat. I quickly shot up and ran in the opposite direction, they were chasing me. I felt weight on my back, someone pushed me to the ground. They got on top of me and held me down. “Tsk, tsk. You should know better than to run, Dan,” he said. I screamed.

“Dan! Wake up!” I felt Phil shaking me. I opened my eyes, my heart was beating and my hands were clammy. I quickly wiped my hands on my pants and tried breathing exercises to calm my heart. “Dan,” Phil sighed, looking slightly relieved. “Are you okay? I couldn’t get you up,” he looked sad.

“I’m fine,” my voice was harsh, I cleared it. I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m going to get some water,” I stood up from the couch and grabbed a glass of water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Phil asked. I shook my head. I finished the water, and put the glass in the dishwasher. I felt his arms wrap around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Phil,” I whispered. He led us into his room, and we both got into his bed. He held out his arm, and I rested my head on his shoulder, my body curling into his. “I’m glad I’m married to you too, Phil,” I whispered. I felt him kiss the top of my head. I fell asleep shortly after that.

“Dan, wake up. It’s time to go to school,” I felt Phil shake me.

“No, five more minutes, please,” I mumbled.

“You and I both know you will not get up in five minutes. Come on, Dan,” he shook me again. I opened my eyes and sighed heavily. He chuckled. I grabbed his pillow and threw it at him.

“Don’t laugh at me, you spoon,” I mumbled. He laughed again.

“Get ready,” He walked out of the room, and I sat up. I changed into black jeans and an eclipse tee shirt. I straightened my hair, putting some dry shampoo in it. I went into the kitchen, and ate breakfast with Phil. Soon after that, he dropped me off at school, and then he went to work. He’d scheduled it so we’d be starting and getting off around the same time.

Surprisingly, nobody bothered me. It was third hour, and nobody had mentioned anything today. It was going surprisingly well. When lunch came around, I figured I’d be safe. I walked to the library, intending to be eating lunch in there. I sat down in the corner of the library, away from anyone else. I liked to be secluded. Too much socializing can be a pain.

“Howell,” I heard someone after a moment. I looked up and saw Andrew.

“W-what do you want, An-drew?” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

“Stand up,” he ordered. I stayed still. “I said, stand up,” he added emphasis threateningly. My hands began to shake, but I stood up nonetheless. He pushed me against the bookshelf behind me, and cocked his hand back ready to punch me. I scrunched my face up, anticipating what would happen next. I felt him punch the shelf I was leaned against, and then I felt his lips on my own. They were chapped, bitten, forceful, and completely wrong. He was not Phil, he was completely wrong. I tried pushing him off me, but he grabbed my hands and held them against the wall. I tried screaming, but his mouth muffled mine. I couldn’t get him off me. Tears fell down my cheeks, I felt so helpless.

Link for chapter 5

(A/N: I’M SORRY ABOUT THE ENDING, DON’T KILL ME. If you want to message me, feel free to give me feedback! Thank you guys! It’ll get better! Again, please don’t steal or repost, only reblog and like!)

If you guys want to check something else out by me, I’d recommend this fic! It’s a one shot, and it’s pretty cute. #spon

Shinonome Dialogue
Fire Emblem: Fates
Shinonome Dialogue

For three anons and… this one person who I can’t remember the name of because I was stupid and accidentally deleted the request. (I WAS COUNTING REQUESTS AND THEN ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT. I’M SO SORRY. I need to punch myself in the face for that major fail).


NOTE: Major game spoilers in his S-Rank line about where the children come from.

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I'm Right Here (One Shot #1)

Harry Styles One Shot

Fight Me Series (Sequel to The Boxer)

For previous One Shots & the rest of the Series 

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.

“I’m pregnant.” Two words that had his mouth pop right open and your mind reeling. Though the two of you had talked about starting a family it wasn’t supposed to happen a month after you were married. 

You were expecting anger but were met with excruciating joy as he gathered you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. 

“We’re gonna have a baby! We’re gonna have a baby…” It was if he couldn’t believe there was a tiny life form growing in you as he just stared at your still unaltered stomach. 

“I love you so much.” He looked at you with tears in his eyes and kissed you repeatedly on the lips. 

“I thought you would be angry, especially after the phone call.” You toyed with your fingers and placed one hand over your stomach, as if to shield the baby from whatever was going to be said next. 

“Angry? I couldn’t be more happy!” He looked at you with incredulous eyes but you couldn’t help but voice your thoughts, or rather fears. 

“The season is coming up and everything is going to change. Face it Harry having a baby is going to be hard, what if I’m not ready? I’m going to be all alone here when you are out training or-” 

He cut you off by placing his finger over your mouth. He put both of his hands on either side of your face and made sure your gazes were locked. 

“This baby is going to have us, more important you are going to have me. We are in this together, season or not.” 

“Season or not.” You repeated. He held you close as he murmured how wonderful everything would be. 


1 Month Later 

“Is the father going to be here?” The nurse asked you and could tell by the expression on your face that it was a no. 

“Alright then we will proceed anyway. I am just going to place this jelly on your stomach so it might be a bit cold.” She took the tube of jelly and squirted some out and onto your stomach. You yelp at the freezing temperature of it as she rubbed it over a section on your tummy. 

“Now this machine,” she gestured to the screen that was directly to your right, “ will show you the baby. Now remember we are only at about 6 weeks, so the baby is about the size of a pea, so you may not see too much.” 

You nodded and she took the attachment, placing it on the area covered in the jelly and moved it around. 

“There we are,” she smiled over at you and you squinted your eyes. It was mostly a screen filled with black and a few little white dots. 

“I don’t see anything, am I supposed to?” You had your head tilted as you tried in vain to see your baby.

“Right there, do you see that little shape?” She pointed to what looked to be a dot on the screen. You gasped as you realized that was your baby; you had a baby inside you. 

“It’s so small,” you said in pure wonder. It was a shame that Harry wasn’t here to share the moment. 

“I can get you a few copies.” She spoke as she handed you a paper towel to clean off the substance, and you nodded in agreement. 

“Just 3 please.” She walked out of the room and you checked your phone. No texts or calls had come through and you could feel your heart drop. Who new that headlining a season took so much out of a person? 

The times you had seen your newfound husband were far and few between; though the two of lived together he was still never around. He apt to stay at the training center for days on end while you stayed at home and took care of yourself. 

You had always thought that marriage and starting was a 50-50 thing, but lately it seemed that Harry was more in a relationship with The Sound than you. 

“Here you are. You can call next week to schedule your next appointment.” She gave you a bright smile and a squeeze on the arm before opening the door for you. 

You thanked the receptionists before you walked on over to your car. Once you had locked your doors you sat there for a moment and replayed what had just happened. 

You looked at the photos set on you lap and began to cry. You held them close to your chest and your body shook with sobs as you cried for everything. 

You needed to talk to him about everything now because everything was slowly caving in and you could feel yourself starting to crack. 

You swallowed everything up and drove down to the training studio. You spotted his car right when you pulled in and parked right alongside it. 

You jumped out and went straight inside to find him. All of your hormones were all over the place and your rationality was shot. 

Running straight into his room you found him working on the punching bag. He must have heard your heavy breathing because he turned around and spotted up. He wasted no time in jumping down and coming over to you. 

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby okay?” He fired off questions on after the other that you just continued to nod your head. 

“I can’t do this! I can’t do this alone,” you began to cry again and he just looked stunned. 

“I thought I told you we were in this together?” 

“You did but you are never around anymore and I miss you. I can’t be by myself.” You wrapped your arms around his bare chest and cried into it. 

“I’m right here, I’m right here baby.” He led you over to where you normally sat down and placed you there before standing in-between your legs. 

“Look at me.” You did as he said and stared at him; his fingers brushed the tears away and leaned down to kiss your lips. 

“I know I haven’t been there recently but I promise you I will come every night, and be there when you wake up. I won’t miss another doctors appointment, I promise.” He gave you a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I need you to keep this promise, I need to know that we come first.” 

“I have got caught up in this season before it’s started and lost focus. You two will always come first.” 

“You’ll be right here?” You needed every bit of reassurance you could get out of him. 

“I’m right here.” 

 Here is the beginning of the sequel to The Boxer! I hope you have enjoyed this part; I am aware it is a bit slow but we will pick up speed. 


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As always, thank you for reading, xx-Samantha

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're taking requests, so if you're not, I'm sorry for wasting your time, but if you are, could I have some Souda X Gundham fluff or smutt please?

i don’t usually do requests (especially after i start my new job next week) but i wrote something for you, anon! it’s not exactly fluff but hopefully you like it. ;w;


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Clouds hung in the sky like laundry on a washing line, as usual. Hajime noted this to himself at one of the tables in the restaurant of Hotel Mirai, chin propped in the palm of his right hand. If Mahiru was still alive, she would have wagged her finger at him and asked if he was wiping the table clean with his elbow or if he was just so lazy that he needed to hold his head up. Hiyoko would have laughed and suggested they scrub the floor with Mikan’s face next, and Mikan would have cried, and Ibuki would have suggested cleaning with Mikan’s other end, and Byakuya would have demanded them all to behave while he chomped on Teruteru’s banquet breakfast.

He could nearly hear their squabbling and laughter, how Byakuya’s voice would increase in volume as he progressed through his sentence and how Hiyoko would have whined while Mikan stuttered apologies, for example, but they all dissolved in Hajime’s imagination, becoming as formless as the clouds outside. His eyes closed a little.

“Would you like rooibos tea or cola with your breakfast?” Nekomaru bellowed into Fuyuhiko’s ear and though Hajime was sitting at another table, he and everyone else still jumped in their seats.

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anonymous asked:

i'm confused about that gifset from the first captain america movie where everyone is cheering for steve and bucky is too but then when steve turns around, bucky's face falls. like. why? did he have something to be upset about? maybe i'm just missing a lot of context

i think the most important thing to remember in that scene is that bucky literally just came out of a cell where he was being tortured for days. (and you know that he was being tortured/experimented on bc even before we knew he survived, he was muttering name rank and serial number on that bench which are the only things a soldier is allowed to reveal under torture, and also to get the level of treatment that’s entitled to their rank.) and it’s very clear and very obvious in sebstan’s choices that the bucky that came out of that hydra base is not the bucky who sauntered down the alleyway towards steve who didn’t know, really, what he was going into.

just basing it off the movie, he’s a boy who gets sold the idea of this war. that he was going to wear these clean pressed uniforms and tilt his hat all cocky like and swagger down the street with a girl on each arm, that he was going to go overseas - something that he wouldn’t have been able to do before because while wealthy young men still did the grand tour, he is not a wealthy young man - and kill nazis and fight the good fight and come back. war isn’t a call of duty; war isn’t even an aspiration; war is an adventure. he was going to come back and steve was going to be safe drafting up propaganda posters or picking up trash or whatever, and he was going to find himself a girl and find steve a girl and this entire war is going to be a great adventure, and he’s leaving the hero and he will come back still a hero. it’s not that he’s blind to the casualties of war - ‘this isn’t a back alley, steve.’ - it’s just that he didn’t think those same risks would apply to himself; not in the sense that he thought he wouldn’t die, but in the sense that he thought he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty.

and that’s really what it is - it’s envy in some respects, but mostly i think it’s bitterness and it’s resentment; not at steve - never at steve - but at this war and at the universe and at this army and this country for leaving him for dead, for selling him this idea of glory and adventure and giving him instead two weeks on a bench screaming himself hoarse while the higher ups washed their hands and said there was nothing they could do. this is how the war narrative goes: the boy soldier goes to war and overcomes his hardships, he gets the girl and he punches the bad guy in the face. he comes back a man and he might be scarred and changed and he might have bad dreams, but he comes back whole. bucky barnes did not come back whole. bucky barnes, in all the ways that matter, did not come back. the great part of the first captain america film - even though it was a straight up hero origin story - is that it subverts that classic war narrative. two boys from brooklyn go to war, and one gets turned into a super soldier while another falls screaming into the abyss, one gets buffed and shined into the symbol of a nation and another gets his hands dirty becoming the underside of the war, but neither one of these boys come back. this is what happens. neither steve rogers nor bucky barnes came back whole. neither steve rogers nor bucky barnes ever stopped fighting in that war; so that’s really what it is to me, the realization there that this isn’t the fight he signed up for, that yes, steve just saved a couple hundred men single handedly but what does it say about the people he’s fighting for that steve had to do that alone in the first place? what does it say about the people he’s volunteering himself for that they’d leave these people to die screaming themselves hoarse on a mad scientist’s bench? 

and then the fact that steve wants to go back. that he’s so good and so true and so kind and so stupid that he can’t see what bucky sees, that these people will rip him up and spit him back out only they never do and never can because steve is just. that. good. and he wants to go back, and on the surface - at least right at this point - he’s living out the war hero narrative that should be bucky’s, was bucky’s for all intents and purposes, that the same experience that ruined him from inside out and changed him in ways he couldn’t even put his finger on only buffed steve’s shine more and made him the hero, the icon, the myth. bucky comes back from the hydra base the bare husk of what he had been. steve came more as more. and you can love someone with your whole heart - as bucky does - you can be willing to do anything for them, but some part of you, something small and ugly and dark, it’s always going to be resentful that the worst experience of your life is the best adventure of someone else’s. some part of him will always be screaming on that bench. 

♥ I Love Him , He Loves Me Not ♥ (BTS Jungkook) Part Two


    " What's she doing here !? " You whisper/shouted 

           " ___ could you be a bit more louder ! " Taehyung said  sarcastically 

                 Tonight was movie night and your parents had given you permission to sleep over at the guys house. Let's just say everything was perfectly fine until Minah showed up. You weren't gonna lie you were kinda jealous of Minah. Well not of her but because she basically had Jungkook wrapped around her fingers , But you being the girl you were instead of complaining to Jungkook, you were over here complaining to V. 

        " Why ! , like no one invited her anyway " You said childishly 

“ Jungkook invited her ” Taehyung said sounding a bit annoyed

  " Why would he ? " You whined while tugging onto V's arm 

   " She's his girlfriend why wouldn't he invite her " V replied but completely regretting it 

          " What ? " You said a low sad voice 

  " No- ___ I'm sorry wait ! " V said 

               After hearing V say that you felt your whole body go numb. You could even hear the shattering pieces of your poor broken heart. You were so hurt that you didn't notice you were crying. How could Minah do this to you she knew you loved Jungkook. Jungkook himself knew you liked him. How could they ? You wiped your tears and quickly walked over to the kitchen where Jungkook , Minah , and Namjoon were making popcorn and grabbing some snacks. You felt jealousy hit you as you saw Minah flirtingly punch Jungkook. As soon as they noticed you were there they all turned towards you. 

         " What's wrong honey? " Minah asked fakely 

              At this moment you felt like smacking Minah with the spatula  that sat on the the table. You knew Minah since 1st grade she could act like your typical sweet , caring , and innocent girl but in reality she was a complete fake gold digging slut. Then it hit you, how could she be dating Jungkook and your schools quarterback at the same time ? You ignored that thought and simply smiled at Minah. 

            " I'm fine Minah , Jungkook can I talk to you for a bit " You asked 

    " OH MY God ~!  why~! " Jungkook screamed coldly 

          " Please " You begged 

" Fine , whatever i'll be back  " He informed 

    You and Jungkook headed towards the park that was just around the corner of the guys house. You felt your stomach in a knot as if this very instant you could literally throw up. You decided to was time to confess to Jungkook , something you probably would never do for anyone you liked. Confessing was just a big "No No " for you. You put your hands inside your sweater and secretly crossed your fingers.You gathered up all your courage and took a deep breath and turned to Jungkook. 

     " Jungkook.....I.I..Need to tell you something " You muttered 

“ Well hurry up Minah is waiting for me ” He said harshly

     Hearing Jungkook talk to you like that broke your heart. He was slightly making you a lot less confident. He always talked to everyone in a nice sweet voice , but when it came to you he easily got annoyed. 

    " Jung...I..i'm in love with you, since day one.I'm in love with your sweet voice, your smile,Your cute Busanish accent, just you in general. I know you and Minah are going out but she doesn't really love you , at least not as much as I do , i've fallen for you Jeon Jungkook, I've fallen hard " You said giving him a weak smile 

      " That's it !? You wasted my time by making me come here ..and just to tell me that ! " He scolded 

         " I...what ? " You asked too hurt and confused by his sudden words

          " What ? what ! " He shouted 

              You stood there completely motionless , his words had hit you like a huge slap on the face. At this moment you expected him to love you back and that you would get your happily ever after. This was the sad reality you feared,Rejection. You felt as if all the times you helped,cared,and loved him had been completely useless. 

             " Oh ! c'mon ___ stop crying ! " He hissed  

    You nodded and wiped your tears. You had to be strong. After all he would have never gone out with you , even Taehyung said he like noona's. 

     " I'm sorry Jeon Jungkook , I...promise to never bother you again , I'll stay out of your way , I won't ....I ...won't ever call you kookie . This is the last time i'll ever cry for you " You assured 

             You took a seat on the bench and watched as Jungkook left. After 15 minutes of crying to yourself you wiped your tears and walked back towards the guys house. You tried looking happy so that V wouldn't notice you had been crying. If Taehyung found out Jungkook had made you cry there would be problems ,and thats the last thing you wanted. Once you entered the house you quickly took the seat next to V. You noticed everyone was so into the movie , they didn't even notice you came back. 

        " what's wrong __ ? " V asked 

                   " Nothing Tae " You said looking away from him 

           Taehyung stood up and pulled you out to the small porch. You kept your head down not wanting to look at him in the eyes. V lifted your head up with his finger and stared into your eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed. He reached out to hug you. You quickly ran over to V and let it all out. 

       " Hey , don't cry what's wrong " Taehyung asked 

              " I'm just an immature little girl " You said giving him a small smile. 

     " Well, eww ! you don't need him anyway , what you need is a cupcake ! " He joked while smashing his half eaten cupcake in your face 

                  You laughed and playfully punched V's arm , but punching this idiot only caused you to get 10 full minutes of Kim Taehyung tickles.  

       "Stop it " You laughed 

 " I have an idea ! " He said giving you a well known alien smirk. Which by now you knew was a bad idea. Last time V had a "Great Idea" he ended up breaking his arm.  

         " No way ! Kim Taehyung , I'm not trying to get myself killed " You joked 

   " It's the best idea I've ever had ! ___ be my fake girlfriend and together we'll make Jungkook jealous " He suggested while giving you his normal goofy smile.

        " No way V ! , that really will make me seem immature " You explained

               After thirty minutes of V telling you what a great idea it was, and you completely disagreeing ,you finally gave in . Once you and V went back inside to finishing watching the movie. The idiot you called best friend stood in the middle of the T.V blocking the others from watching the movie. 

        " I have something very important to say ! " He hollered 

“Oh no ! stop it ” you whispered while trying to pull him away, You tried saying it as quietly as possible but failed. Jungkook had overheard you.

     " Oh no please continue " Jungkook said curiously 

         " Me and __ are dating now ! " V smiled 

 " Thats the very important thing you had to say Hyung ? " He said coldly 

            You and V frowned and took a seat on the couch across from Jungkook and Minah. During the movie you noticed the room had gotten a bit too cold. You remembered you had forgotten your blanket at home.You were so cold you didn't even notice you were hugging yourself, but V from the corner of his eyes noticed and sweetly wrapped his arms around you. 


                      You had been trying to watch the movie , but you kept looking over at V hyung who had his arms wrapped around ____. You tried doing the same with Minah  but she just pushed you away saying she was busy texting someone important. You tried multiple times to cuddle with Minah but she simply rejected you. Once the movie was over everyone had left to their rooms to get ready for bed. You shared a room with V hyung.As you walked in the room you saw __ and V kissing. You didn't know how to explain it but it made you somewhat mad. You weren't jealous. Right ? You walked past them and crashed shoulders with Taehyung.You angrily threw him his pillow.  

       " You guys are sleeping on the floor ! " You said sounding a bit annoyed

 Hope You guys like part two !ツ Sorry it took so long :( . Sorry if we haven't done some of the scenarios you requested but we'll have a couple of them done tomorrow, Also Part Three coming soon ! ♥ - Admin A 

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