to think that you could love me

anonymous asked:

Could I pretty please get a sad, lonely Prompto who thinks his love will never see him as more than a sunny friend be consoled by said girl who places kisses on all his freckles? Love youuuuu!!! (also love his cute freckies <3)

HELLO LOVELY ANON. I am so sorry it takes me a while to get to these prompts, I hope you can forgive me, and I hope this is what you were looking for! PURE FLUFF AHEAD. Tagging some babes that may enjoy. @insomniascure @cupnoodle-queen @blindbae @themissimmortal @itshaejinju @misssarahdoll @the-lucian-archives @noxfreyas @saphscribes @louisvuittontrashbags @fieryfantasy

Prompto’s very soul blossoms under your whimsical light, truths―pleasant, unpleasant and everything between―bared on blooming petals. There are some days when he wants to curl in on himself, to let the laundry pile up and the light evade him, but then you stride in with your vim and vigor and you coax him from his loneliness, from his self-loathing and feelings of inadequacy. With gentleness and sweetness and an attentive eye, you tend to your sunflower like a devoted gardener. With hands clasped and a bounce in your step, Prompto is sucked back into the sea of you and away from the shores of his sadness. And like a sunflower, filled with the warmth of his sun’s love, he only looks at you.

 As is in the sun’s nature, your gaze spreads far and your love with it. Your love is so pure, and so plentiful that sometimes Prompto feels himself wilting when your light falls on another. He feels defective, faulty in his search for the happiness that always seems to ebb and flow, fickle as the tide. When will she look at me like that, he wonders as you search for frogs with Noctis in the swamps of Duscae. A toothy grin splays on your lips and the apples of your cheeks look ripe with happiness. It’s childlike, the way you hold the wriggling frog above your head and stomp through the mire to Noctis, a look of triumph enveloping your features. Prompto sits at the dock and watches ripples form in the water with the lazy sway of the stick he holds. With his hand curled and pressed against his cheek, his cat-like lips purse and he sighs. From a distance, you watch Prompto look more and more deflated and feel compelled to step in.

“Be right back,” you quickly murmur to Noctis as you trudge through the waters and back to the mud.

“Suit yourself,” Noctis scoffs and continues his search. “By the time you get back there’ll be none left for the taking.”

You approach Prompto on the dock, muddy and sopping wet, but he doesn’t shy away from you when you take a seat beside him. “Hey, sunshine, why the long face? Feelin’ overcast?”

You’re surprised when his lips don’t even twinge into a smile at your goofy pun. 

“I’m sorry―it was a good pun, promise. I am just…” he sighs, mind racing with all the different ways he could say everything without saying anything.

“Prom, you know you can tell me anything. I feel like ever since this trip started you’ve been acting funny.” Gently, you coax him, and your hand comfortably rests atop his, like a leaf falling to ground.

“There are just some things that are best left unsaid,” his voice is almost a whisper, his gaze is far-off and always parallel to yours. You feel your heart pumping faster in your chest, like your body knows something you haven’t caught wind of.

“If it was better left unsaid then it wouldn’t be tearing you apart from the inside out. Nothing that painful is worth bearing alone. Consider me a confessional.” Slowly, you turn on your bum and press your back against his. You hear him sigh and hope that it’s one of relief. For a moment, there’s silence, and you listen to the frogs croaking and the rustling of the branches above your head.

“Have you ever…had feelings for someone who never…looked at you that way?”

“Of course,” came your honest reply, and you leaned on the palms of your hands, head falling to Prompto’s shoulder.

“Like, everyone around you has all these outstanding qualities and you’re just…you. You don’t feel special; you don’t feel like there is anything that endears anyone to you. You’re just you, a nobody clinging to somebodys.”

“Objection,” you interject, and Prompto freezes, as if he’s forgotten he’d been talking to someone.

“You’re the most substantial person I’ve ever met. Prompto, you’ve lived through so many hardships and still there’s this light in you, this drive on dark days that propels you forward. You’re worthy of so much more than you’ll allow yourself,” your words are strong and sure as they leave your lips and Prompto is shaken by them, heart fluttering in his chest. He goes to lean against his palm and his hand meets yours, a petal fallen.

He clenches his eyes shut, pained by his indecision, and he lets his thoughts ferment. You twirl in front of him, sure hands falling to his shoulders and his eyes fly open. Like a rose, he’s flushed by your proximity and every inch of him screams to shy away. Slowly, as if gauging his response, you lean closer to him and he swears he’s never felt his heart pump so fast. His lips part, eyes wide as your lips descend on his cheeks. “Every freckle is something to love about you,” you murmur as your lips drag across his cheek to the next site. “Your sense of humor.” Another kiss. “Your courage in times where you could succumb to your fear.” Slowly, you bring yourself closer to his lips and his are quivering, anticipating. “The way you look at me and give me butterflies.” And your words give him butterflies.

You stop, so close to his lips that he can feel your breath fan against them. So close, that he can map the ripples of color in your eyes. So close, he could let himself fall into you like the ocean and be swallowed whole. When you plant your lips on his, soft, slow, languid, he feels alive―no, human. For the first time, he feels like the heart pumping inside of him is real. He feels real.

“Because god forbid our lord and master could be wrong.”

“You know,” their best friend’s eyes turned cold. A nasty smile crossed their face. “I think I like it when you call me that.” They stared each other down. “Do it again.”

The protagonist took a step closer, fists clenched and one of their friends caught them by the chest. “Don’t. Let it go, just walk away. Please.”

6 months after the events at Sherrinford
  • Sherlock: *finishes playing and lowers his violin*
  • Molly: *sniffing away happy tears* Gosh that was so moving and beautiful! I love you for finally asking me to listen!
  • Sherlock: And I love you.
  • Molly: Well I love you more.
  • Sherlock: Nooo I love *boops her nose* you more.
  • Molly: *giggles* I love you the most!
  • Sherlock: Impossible, my darling, because I love you the-
  • Eurus: *all but tossing her violin across her cell* OH FOR GODS SAKE, WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT YOU BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER!! WHY DID I EVER START YOU TWO IDIOTS SAYING THIS?!

anonymous asked:

you know noah fence but you and angemon are like gay icons and you could totally cosplay as him bc both of yall are thicc as hell

Thank you this is a beautiful message which I love… but I regret to inform you that Angemon actually has precisely NO ass at all, so I don’t think he’s a good fit for me

The Signs As: The Front Bottoms (new)
Pisces: Just As Big Twice As Swollen
Hey, sweetheart, where’d you get those eyes?
Do you think that I could have a pair?
Love the way that they glaze over
No point in pretending that we care
There are cracks between the concrete that we will all fill up with time
If you wanna move ahead, you will have to leave me behind

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anonymous asked:

Your last duck comic make me honestly laugh! I could even imagine them reading in real comic volume. And thank you very, very, VERY much about all your comics. They reminded me how I loved reading duck comics as a kid. My family never was a rich one, but mom was always trying to buy for me and brother at least one volume for half year, because we loved them so much (and I still have them somewhere). They were a big part of my childhood, and thanks to your comics I realised how I still love them!

that’s so awesome, this is so awesome, I love the duck comics so much too and thank you for saying these things so honestly- I really am so happy to know what these comics mean to people and making people laugh with my stories and bringing back the joy of the originals is all I could ever hope for

Twisted in Love Epilogue

Summary:Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?

A/n So, since @scuteedolans and loved working together so much on this series. A sequel may or may not be in the works. But you’ll have to look out for that.

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Grayson’s pov.

It’s been a week since y/n left, since Ethan left.  

Since everything blew out of proportion. Leaving me with no”girlfriend” and no brother. 

And well the past week has been a literal hell for me. I’ve never felt so empty, and lonely. It was like my thoughts were eating me alive on the daily.

Constantly thinking about how if I controlled myself. If I didn’t kiss y/n that first time, if i didn’t confess my love. Maybe I could still have the both of them. 

I know Ethan hates me. I don’t blame him, i’d hate me too. Hell, I actually do hate myself now. I mean Ethan literally had to leave the state because of me. I’m guessing to clear his mind from y/n and I. I’ve tried reaching out once or twice. But, well i knew he wasn’t going to reply. I just wanted to make sure he was okay, I mean he’s my brother no matter what.

Cameron told me he was fine, but depressed as hell. And well, Ethan doesn’t get upset easily. And, I was the reason he was fucked up. He loved her, and so did I. 

But, if giving her up is what it took to get my brother back, i guess that’s what i had to do. 

If you love something you must set it free, right?

As I was eating some cereal in my currently messy living room, I heard the front door open. Indicating it’s Ethan because he’s the only other person with a key beside myself.

As he walked in I popped up, trying to say something to him. But i couldn’t.

He pushed aside me heading toward his room, not a word yet. And it was killing me. I needed to talk first but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to fuck up my only chance to redeem myself. 

“Ethan, Wait E!” I shouted catching up to him as he walked into his dark room.

“Fuck off.” he spoke coldly.

“No just. I fucked up i know. But we need to talk.” i said, his back still facing mine.

“No we don’t leave me alone!” he spoke coldly.

“Ethan come on, what would make you not hate me!” I shouted.

“Promise not to see her. Ever again.” 

What. Not see y/n. Again, I couldn’t fuck. But then again I needed my brother, I needed Ethan.

“What?” I replied

“Gray don’t be fucking stupid promise never to talk to her. Never to see her, just never to fucking think about her again and I sure as hell never will see her again. That’s how I’ll forgive you.” Ethan spoke, looking at the ground slightly.

“Okay. I promise.” I said, and we shook on it.

That’s it. I think i got Ethan back. But at what cost, possibly the love of my life? I had to give her up, and I knew it was the right thing to do but it felt so wrong.

**Ethan’s pov** (Six Months Later)

“So you excited about tomorrow?” Grayson spoke taking a bite of his pancakes.

“Hell Yeah I am!” I exclaimed.

I know, I said i was done with the Dolan Twins, and that I hated Gray. 

But, all of those feelings were gone. Gray and I were stronger, and closer than ever. Neither of us had ever been happier. The pact made us stronger, as we were both reassured y/n was out of our lives for sure. That no one, not even her would tear us apart. Life was phenomenal.

 And we were even up for another TCA, tomorrow actually!  For Best Male Internet Star. Which I mean is cool as heck. 

This felt like a fresh start for us. A new chapter to turn in our books, we had some drama and conflict yes. But tomorrow, all of our hard work that was put into our channel was going to pay off. And I couldn’t be more hyped.

“Come on bro we gotta go, and pick up our clothes for tomorrow!” Gray said grabbing my arm, the both of us leaving the diner.

(Next Morning)

It was the day! Well, morning but still! We were going to the freaking TCA’s! It literally felt like a dream. We were two seventeen year old boy’s, and nominated for our second award, that’s insane.

As I walked into the Kitchen, putting my shoes on quickly finishing off my outfit for the event. I mean I looked pretty good if I say so myself.

“Hey E, come here.” Gray shouted out, causing me to go to him, where he was located which was his room.

“What you cool dude?” I asked, as I saw a concerned expression on his features.

“look.” he said, showing me his phone. Which showed a tweet, that belonged to y/n.

She was nominated for Best Female Internet Icon.

She was going to be at the Tca’s, and so were we.

afraidrienforadrien  asked:

Since you're still taking prompts, I was thinking maybe a parasite in Lance or something? Makes him act really suspicious and everyone's worried

really interesting idea! i know I’ve seen a few post her and there with this, so I’d love to give my own try at it.

so the team goes to a planet completely covered in forests and rivers and to many it could look like a paradise. bonus points, the Galra haven’t taken it over yet. but when they get there, they were expecting to find some type of civilization, or intelligent life. but there’s nothing. not even animal sounds. Shiro gets a really strange vibe off of it, so he tells them to get what they need and to leave as soon as possible, and everyone eagerly agrees. so everyone goes off different ways to collect vegetation and whatnot. and before long, everyone is back in the castle and they leave the planet and back on to fighting the Galra.

except, something’s off with Lance. it starts off small, drinking more water after missions and training, always feeling a exhausted afterwards. but they think that he’s just needs to catch up on some sleep, that he just might have caught a cold.

but it progressively gets worse and worse. whenever their planet side, Lance is as perky and energetic as always, but if they stay inside somewhere to long, or when they go back out into space, he becomes sluggish and always tired no matter what. the team will find him in all sorts of strange places, sleeping away on the floor, halfway over furniture, even crashing in Blue. let alone how much water he’s drinking now. whenever someone sees him actually aake, he’s guzzling water down like his life depends on it. and the amount of showers he takes is just bizarre. sure he’s really focused on his looks, but 4 or 5 showers a day? that’s way too much. even for him. and the fact that Lance would always come out pink from the hot water really scared them, that he would just let boiling water hit him for so long to leave him looking like a lobster.

they want to say something about it, and Hunk and Shiro have tried, but anytime they bring it up, Lance just talks his way around it without actually giving away anything about how he’s been feeling. and everyone is seriously worried for him; scared that he’s going to give himself water poisoning.

then the itching started.

it was pretty subtle at first, but by the end of the day, he was scratching gouges into his arms and legs, not even registering that he was hurting himself, just saying that the itching had to stop, that he needed it to stop. that’s when the team finally put him in the pod. not only to heal him, but also to figure out whats been going on with their friend for the past 2 weeks.

it was a parasite that Lance had picked up while on the forested planet. it had somehow found a way inside of his body. but it was completely plant based, thus it’s need for water and how Lance would become so tired without sunlight. it seemed that it was trying to overrun Lance’s nerve system, trying to take over Lance’s body by overriding his nerve system first and make his body do as it wanted by sending it’s own signals through his nervous system and blocking the signals coming from his brain. the itching was because of it doing just that, and Hunk was able to connect the constant hot showers to the itching as well, probably Lance’s first attempt to quell the sensation under his skin to not tip off the others that something was wrong.

they keep Lance in the pod for a few days, knowing that the freezing process of the pod will stop any progression of the parasite, to do extensive research on how to get it out of their friend without doing more damage to Lance than what’s already been done. they eventually found a treatment that does the least damage to Lance and take swift action. they spray a specific type of plant killer into the pod, and once they were 100% sure that it was as dead as possible, they took Lance to a recent ally of theirs who had both the equipment and know how to surgically remove the parasite from Lance’s nervous system. 

it takes weeks of intense physical therapy after the surgery for Lance to get full control over his body again. there will be some spots that Lance will still scratch unconsciously, and if not pointed out or stopped by one of his teammates, he can start to make gouges in those parts again. but the team make sue to catch him if he starts going to far with it.


i hope you liked it! because damn did i have fun making it! thank you so much for the prompt.

The Right One

Well this is something I thought I would never do, write my own fic but here it is. Trust me, it’s a lot harder than you think and without the help of 3 special people, I don’t think I could have done it alone.

Firstly, I need to thank @thegirlfromoverthepond for her understanding and friendship. You are truly one lovely human being.

Secondly, my story would be nothing without my mentor and beta @finnicko-loves-anniec. Thank you for your patience and brilliant beta-skills. I really hit the jackpot with you as my mentor.  

And thirdly (and by no means lastly), @drivebyanon. Thank you for your never-ending support and encouragement throughout this whole journey, even when I wanted to give up. You were my very own cheer squad when I needed it the most so I’m dedicating this story to you.

Sorry, there’s no smut here. I’m still in the ‘pre-school’ stage but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

SUMMARY

‘we don’t meet people by accident, they are meant to cross our path for a reason,’ Rubyanne

Peeta didn’t know her name or even if she was real. All he knew is that he had to paint her image and hope that destiny would allow them to one day cross paths.

THE RIGHT ONE

“Well, thank you for applying. I do have a few other applicants to see, and I’ll be in touch if I need more information about your application,” Peeta said to yet another hopeful single young lady wanting to work at his bakery. It was becoming a joke between many of the other store keepers. They all knew why these girls were so interested in working at the bakery with Peeta. Ever since his father passed away almost one year ago, Peeta had been working around the clock to keep the bakery going and adding a few of his new ideas to make the bakery even more profitable than it already was. As a wealthy young bachelor, Peeta was finding it hard to find the ‘right one’. Obviously in another vain attempt to seduce Peeta, the young girl shamelessly fluttered her eyelashes and giggled whilst stepping closer, proudly showing off the low neckline of her dress that left nothing to the imagination.

“Thank you Peeta, it was nice to see you again after all this time. I’ll wait for your call. Don’t be a stranger, okay.” No, Peeta would not be calling her.

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Committed

I’m really not sure about the ending but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer! Thank you for reading and for being so excited about me writing again after months of nothing- it means the whole world and more (also thank you if you’ve even bothered to read this boring, sappy note). 

Enjoy my lovelies and let me know your thoughts, I’m quite proud of the most part of this xx

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(( FIRST OF ALL: IM NOT ERASING MY BLOGS!!!))

Hey guys!!! So I think now is the perfect time to say thank you to all of you…These past few days have been hell and honestly i was almost about to do some stupid besides just erasing my blogs…something stupid against my life and honestly I managed to stop myself before I could have done something regrettable. I cried for days in my room because my life is a complete mess and I have so many problems not only with my parents, abuse and financially. I have been dealing with that for years to the point that i’m so emotionally drained and physically exhausted especially now with how sick and fragile of health I am to the point of almost dying in the hospital….

but all of you have been nothing but kind and patient and lovely and I can’t believe how supportive and nice all of you are. I want to change and look at life more positively. I know everything seems horrible, but I’ve always trued to look forward to another day. I realized that life is important and that even when it all seems like shit, it will get better. I appreciate all of you so much for always checking up on me and making sure I’m always loved and appreciated…I don’t know where i’d be without the support! And so in order to take the initiative to start fresh and with a new outlook, and not many people actually know the true reason why i did this…but i decided to cut my hair to my shoulders and dye it after years of having it long. I think this really helps me cope better and truly feel a weight off my shoulders. I’m gonna try my best to keep trying to improve and again thank you thank you so so much for all the love.

Sincerely, Crystal

Here’s some ugly selfie’s of my hair!)

Special thanks to @ask-bts-stuff @ask-cosplayer-tae @askbongtan @askminfamily @askjimjamjiminnie @ask-nerve-bts @ask-neverland-bts @aikochaaaan @ask-bts-au @ask-witch-jiminie @ask-deer-suga for encouraging me with sweet messages and the love

SARAH! TABBY! NICHOLE! KAELA! BELS! CAMI! thank you for sending me private messages and talking me out for making decisions i could regret. I appreciate it with the bottom of my heart. I would be nothing without you guys anf omg im such a zap i love you guys <3 <3<3

anonymous asked:

So, I keep thinking about how amajiki is a sucker for kisses, especially on the neck. He low key wants them all the time, but Is WAY too shy for any pda. Could you write a scenario where amajiki and his S/o sneak away from their friends for a while to just "innocently" kiss but it gets a litttttle heated 💗💜 thank you

OooOoOo I absolutely LOVE this boy. He’s as awkward and anti-social as me :’))

As usual, female reader since you didn’t state otherwise. I am very okay with writing other genders and types of readers, but if you don’t specify then this is my default :)

Secret Kisses//Tamaki Amajiki

Why did this always have to happen to him at the worst moments?

Amajiki thought this bitterly to himself, not taking his eyes off of his wonderful partner as she chatted up a storm with Mirio about their last lesson. It was so nice how she got along well with everyone and it warmed his heart to see her in action. Unfortunately for him, however, this also warmed something else….

Maybe it was because of how she licked her lips from talking so much or perhaps just due to the fact that Amajiki found her so irresistible but, for whatever reason, he really wanted to kiss her. He’d love nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and cling to her as he placed loving kisses all over her. His reserved and shy nature was a curse. He didn’t even have the guts to take hold of her hand in times like these.

Once more he saw her tongue dart across those perfect lips and he’d had enough. It was too much.

He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of Mirio and his beloved (Y/N). He gulped. “(Y/N), c-can I talk to you about that thing from earlier?” He asked, using his eyes to silently beg the words that he couldn’t say.

It was as if she read his thoughts because, without any questioning, she instantly agreed. She bid a farewell to Mirio, following after her boyfriend Amajiki. He led her to an old supply room, away from all the peering eyes and judging glances.

Once they were out of earshot, she smirked. “So, whats up?”

His face flushed to a dark red. How could he phrase this without sounding like a complete tool? They’d been together for months and still he didn’t know hwo to initiate their kisses.

“Well I, uh, just was wondering, y’know,” he stuttered, fumbling to find the right words. “Could we maybe kiss?” He blurted out, almost tripping over his words from how fast he had spoke.

Her face softened even though a ghost of a smile was there. She knew how much it took for him to say stuff like this so, no matter how amusing it seemed, she refused to laugh at him. 

With one quick step, she had wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled the slightly taller boy down for a kiss. He was quick to recover from is blissful shock and allowed his hands to rest in their usual spot on either side of her hips. This. This was perfect. It was moments like these, where it was just him and her, all alone with no worries or responsibilities that he truly appreciated.

Amajiki let his tongue glide across her perfect cherry lips, so warm and smooth to the touch. He felt her lips leave his and was about to protest when he suddenly felt those lips travelling down to his favourite place. As her lips finally reached his neck, he threw his head back. 

“(Y/N),” he moaned softly, feeling himself become even hotter in the enclosed space. She knew that was where he was most sensitive and boy, did she know how to exploit that. 

He felt a smile tug at his lips. If that was how they were playing, then so be it. After all, it wasn’t like she was the only one who knew of sensitive spots…

Taking a break from regularly sad wondertrev posting to say, that I don’t understand why some people think that Diana and Steve Trevor falling in love as fast as they did is wholly unrealistic or rushed. 

This is just one/my opinion, but I don’t think it was at all… the romance in Wonder Woman was like 10 percent of the over-all film and mostly in the third act when there was a temporary pause in their battle where they could analyze their feelings. It was initiated by Diana who had full autonomy in their love scene (it’s up for debate if they slept together or just cuddled), and it was her who set the pace of how fast or slow they went when she invited him into her room. Is it unrealistic to know you’re in love with someone after only knowing them for two weeks? I don’t know tbh, it’s rare, possibly? But I’m also a firm believer in when you know, you know. Either way Diana and Steve Trevor didn’t exactly meet in the best of circumstances to truly dwell too long on their feelings and do the whole back-and-forth act that we’re all exhausted watching from our other OTPs on our favorite shows, there wasn’t any time for that (that was always obvious, I think)

I guess my point is, if you can find one (because this probably reads like a mess), Steve Trevor was going to die and he knew that, so why not tell Diana how he felt about her before inevitably giving his life to his mission, then regretting he never got the chance too in mid-air? 

I doubt falling in love with her at the end of the day was ever the plan, certainly not, it just happened–such is life (or movie cannon). In spite of them falling in love however, they never lost sight of their mission and goal of ending the war/stopping Ares was always clear. At the end of the day, Diana did something very human, and that was just falling in love (”it’s not about what you deserve it’s about what you believe, and I believe in love,” that whole bit) and even though she didn’t have the chance to say it back I doubt she’d still be missing Steve 100 years later if she hadn’t felt so deeply for him.  

anonymous asked:

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU INCLUDE BUTT PLAY IN YOUR STORIES OMFG I LOVE YOU (I keep re-reading Pulse and Vibrations, they are so damn good, keep up the amazing work <3) are you thinking of writing more? and could you possibly give me a list of all of yours bc I'm not sure if I've seen them all :3

Thank you! omg I love it, too. :’)) I’m always thinking of writing more but somehow I end up getting shit for it so I am hesitant each and every time. lmfao

Ummm let me see if I can think of all the ass play I’ve written… of course you’ve read Pulse and Vibrations. There is quivering, whimpering & Slower, Baby with Jungkook. Good Boy, the KGHT spin off with Namseok. Voyeur where at least VMIN get some ass play action. lol The Client Vol. 2 with Jackson, which was not technically ass play, but it involves an ass job. Good Kitty (with pet play), Luxury, Spoiled, & Flesh with JB. That’s all I can remember atm. ^^

Youtuber and an Artist (Ethan)

Summary: Ethan stops by to visit you and you happened to be working on a drawing…of him. What does Ethan think of this drawing? 

Warnings: None

A/N: This was supposed to be up awhile ago but I wanted to add something extra. Make it more realistic if you could say. ;)

Sitting quietly at my dining room table sketching out a person that I sometimes draw, that inspires me. Art supplies scattered around the table. Prismacolor pencils, charcoal pencils, copics, and various other items. Happier by Ed Sheeran played on my phone, music helps me work better.

Art was a passion of mine as far as I could remember I always had either a crayon or pencil in my hand. I didn’t know what field I wanted to go in though it was so much to choose from. Being a cartoonist, working on storyboards, making comic books, or making characters and landscapes for video games. All the possibilities were endless.

But as for right now, I was doing a simple sketch of my best friend. Someone that I may have a small crush on, he doesn’t know that I like him or draw him though. I’m scared if he might think I’m weird knowing that I draw him, but he has some of the best features I ever seen.

Sometimes I stare at him when he’s not looking just taking him in. When he smiles when he’s talking about something he likes or when he’s doing different poses with his hands if he explaining something or just taking a picture.

His jawline and eyes were my favorite to draw, his long eyelashes that went perfectly with his hazel eyes. Even after I finished a drawing of him it’s like he is staring right through you, his eyes are intense.

As I was putting a few strands of the hair I heard a knock at my door. I put down my pencil and headed towards the door and opened it. There was the guy that I was drawing, my best friend. Ethan.

“Hey there Y/N,” he greeted leaning against the door frame. He was dressed like he had Harley Davidson motorcycle parked outside. Bad boy vibes are what I’m getting.

“Ethan…hey,” I stuttered as I let him in. He may be my friend but I get nervous around him, sometimes making a fool out of myself. “What do I have to honor to this surprise visit?” I asked trying to recompose myself.

He turned around his rosy pink lips going up with a smile. “Well, I wanted to see you and Gray was getting on my nerves.”

I was happy he wanted to see me, It put a grin on my face. “You want to play some video games then?”

He nodded. “I gonna kick your ass like last time.”

“I don’t think you remember that correctly I think I was the one who kicked your ass and you went crying to Grayson about it,” I said walking towards my room.

I heard him laugh as I enter my room to get some of my games. I hide them in here from my cousin when he comes over, it’s all he does when he’s here. After grabbing a few from my shelf I walked back to where Ethan was. I saw he wasn’t standing where I left him he was actually in the dining room where my open sketchbook was. The one time I leave it open I left it on the drawing of him.

I dropped the games scared of what he might think. He saw that I was back the sketchbook in his hands.

“Listen Eth-” I started but he stopped me.

“This is amazing, I can’t believe this is me I knew you could draw but this is like looking in a mirror or a triplet.” He approved his eyes widen in shock.

“Yo-you like it?” I questioned.

“Like it? I love it! You got talent,” he said excitedly.

All my nervousness disappeared, I was glad he didn’t think I was weird for drawing him. He’s just so unique, everything about him was.

“I know artists don’t like being asked this but could you draw me right now? Like with me doing a pose,” he asked looking like a kid at the toy store begging for the new toy that just came out.

I wanted to say anything for you but decided against it. “Sure,” was what I went with.

He handed me my sketchbook then I flipped it to a new page, I went to pick up my pencil and eraser.

“Where do you want me?” He questioned.

It had to be a place with good lighting and that was by the patio window of my apartment. I pointed over to it telling him to grab a chair to sit in, wouldn’t want him to complain about sore legs later.

“You make up a pose,” I said.

He put his hand through his hair, one of his eyebrows going up, and a frown formed on his lips. Even with a frown, he was adorable. I went over to him to change a few things like messing up his hair and adjusting his hand a bit. He looked up and smiled at me it was genuine. I stepped back from him and sat down on the floor. I was always more comfortable drawing on the floor.

I started with his head and jawline something I always did. Going in with light lines just in case I mess up on something and have to erase it. Then I started on the hair just an outline of it, with a few strands.

After I finished getting the basic of him I started adding some shading, making sure to get everything perfect. Especially with him finally going to look at my work, it’s like working with a client everything has to be right. I stoked in the hair in the eyebrows, some going in different directions. His eyebrows were bushy but they were sharp, the eyebrows girls would kill to have.

“How long does it usually take you to finish a drawing?” Ethan asked.

Not taking my eyes off the drawing I answered him. “Depends on what I’m working on, some take a few hours like this will others take days.”

“Could I move now?”

“No Eth, I need to make sure the shading and lighting are right,” I replied.

“Ugh fine,” he groaned.

I let out a giggle. “Patience is the key Ethan.”

I finished the face details now I was moving on the hand. Hands weren’t my favorite thing to draw far from it but I had to do it. To become a better artist I have to practice at things I didn’t like to do. It took me two hours to be done with this drawing and when I glance at Ethan, it looks like he was going to fall out of the chair.

“You can move now,” I laughed.

“Oh, thank God,” he said slouching in the chair letting his muscles relax. At least he wasn’t standing like some models do.

I stood up my butt sore from sitting down for so long, I bend down to get my book taking in my progress of the drawing. I actually really liked it, sometimes I don’t like my stuff but this one I was proud of.

(Thought this was cool to add.)

“Don’t hog the masterpiece! Let me see,” Ethan demanded.

I walked over to him and handed him the sketchbook. He looked it over his eyes lighting up in excitement. He got up putting the book on the chair and hugged me. I was taken back a bit but ended up hugging him back.

“Y/N that drawing is amazing! I love it, definitely worth those two hours,” he beamed pulling away from the hug holding me back my shoulders.

“I’m glad you like it, Ethan,” I said.

With him just staring at me mostly at my lips, was he thinking about kissing me? Maybe I was just overthinking it but he hasn’t let me go yet.

“Eth-” I started to say but he interrupted me pushing me against the wall his lips connecting to mine. Being overtaken in shock I didn’t know what to think. The fact that my best friend and crush was kissing me made me feel like I was on cloud 9. I should have shown my drawings to him sooner.

He bit my bottom lip as a way for asking for permission which I granted. His tongue slide in my mouth and I could taste the hint of mint from the gum he was chewing from earlier. He kissed me hungrily like his life depended on it and I loved every bit of it. He pulled away both of us trying to collect our breaths.

“I always wanted to do that,” Ethan breathe.

“Why you take so long?” I questioned my hand reaching up to play with his hair.

“I didn’t want to mess up our friendship but just looking at you right now I had to take a chance,” he confessed.

“Nothing could ever mess up our friendship but if you willing to take another chance to be something more then I’m down for that,” I said.

“A Youtuber and a talented artist…I like it,” he smirked then pulled me back in with a kiss.

So, that drawing is actually mine and while I was working on it I thought it would be nice to add it in this imagine. I really like drawing the twins it’s not the best but I’m working on it. 

I also, kind of miss his hair. The wings were everything! 

anonymous asked:

Hi linds. I'm twenty years old, half way to twenty one actually and I've never had a relationship. Do you think that's crazy abnormal? Is there something wrong with me? I'm so lonely I just want a love like Jily someone to love me for me. I'm scared I'm so old now it'll never happen

Oh babe, not at all! You aren’t weird or an odd duck or any of that bs. I know it doesn’t feel like that, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you or with not having been in a relationship before. I don’t think there’s just one person out there…instead, I think that we could be happy/compatible with any number of people. But it has to be the right time in both your lives, yeah? I just don’t think you’ve met someone you absolutely click with. Do you date? Or try to date? 

I would encourage you to get involved with something local - find a cause you love and volunteer, try a bunch out until one sticks, go to the park and read on a Sunday afternoon or the coffee shop and write- whatever. If you’re still in school, join a club or two or seven.  The in-person connection shouldn’t be underestimated.

But, like, I haven’t dated in forever (I’ve never properly dated as an adult, actually), so I have no practical advice to give in terms of how to do it (don’t do tinder if u want a long-term relationship tho i dont think?)

But that’s not the important thing here, because the important thing is this: while I absolutely understand that aching loneliness, and how consuming it can be, this is a season in your life, love. You haven’t peaked, it’s not too late, you aren’t abnormal. 

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headinfantasy  asked:

Hi!!!!! I think your stuff is amazing and I want to thank you for it!!! I also was hoping that one day if you had time if you could do a fix with this Jyn: are you flirting with me? Cassian: for the last few months, thank you noticing Thank you again you are the best

Thank you my love! You comment on literally everything I post -of course I can do that for you-

Jyn was wine-drunk, loose and smiling and happy. Her hands pawed at Cassian’s from her side of the bar, her head lulling near her elbows. He would snap a finger or two back at her clutches, making it a game of cat-and-mouse, and she would laugh into the mouth of her glass when he caught her pinky or index finger. 

“Heroes” she mouthed at him. He smiled at her, tapped his glass in a brief toast against the one clutched in her sweaty hand. They were trying to have a good time of it. It had been a full year.

“You know you’re going to have to let other people be heroes, every once in a while?”

She smiled up at him, her eyes half lidded. 

“Hush, it’s our anniversary.”

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Finally finished translating Tsuki no Uta!!!!!!! It has been so long since I last translated a song and I hope I didn’t make any errors after so long…. Also I’m glad people still remembers me here. It’s great motivation.^ w ^ 

I’m not sure when I could translate another song but I hope its soon. I’m thinking maybe translating Yoru’s anime ending song Kaze no Record!! That song freaking killed me I love it!!!

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anonymous asked:

Got7 are going to be losing a lot of fans because of this. I'm already seeing some ahgase saying they don't think they can be one anymore. It makes me sad. What is jype doing? I love JJP but it could've came at a more better time and Jackson taking more priority in china than the group now?

tell you what, real fans stay. just because a group is starting to have solo activities, it doesn’t mean the group is over. it just simply means they’re expanding themselves, taking opportunities in their career. as a fan, i’m proud of these 7 boys doing more things that they’re happy with. jype isn’t doing anything wrong. there’s nothing wrong with jjp’s comeback time. a summer jjp comeback? i love it, in fact, many of us love it. people need to start seeing things in a more positive light, the way we think makes a big difference on how we see the boys. the boys aren’t doing anything right now so jackson having his own solo activities for now makes sense. he’s not taking more priority in china than the group because he will for sure come back with GOT7 when the boys make a comeback. like what jinyoung said on fans, we’re going to be seeing the boys as a whole soon. nothing is clashing together so there’s absolutely nothing to be worried about.

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Ten x Reader

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Requested by anon:

Hello! Can you write a scenario with the lovely Ten? :D Please!

“Ten, he dumped me.”

“Where are you now?”

“Outside SM’s back door.”

“I’ll be right out (y/n).”

You hung up your phone.  In times like these, it felt like Ten was the only person you could turn too.  He had been your best friend for the past two years.  No matter how busy he got with training, promotions or even when he was on Hit the Stage, he always managed to be there when you needed him.  You had each other’s backs, and the bond you formed when you had first met just over a year ago was unbreakable.

That wasn’t to say being his best friend didn’t have its downside.  In fact, it was the reason you had split with your boyfriend of five months.  You stood outside SM and remembered that night’s earlier events.

“Oh come on, don’t act all innocent!  I’m not the only one cheating!” your boyfriend, Jihyuk, yelled at you in the middle of the club you were in.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I have never cheated on you!” you shouted back at him.  How dare he try to turn things around on you when you had just caught him kissing a random girl.

“Don’t give me that!  I’m just getting in the way of you and Ten being together!” he spat back.

“You’re delusional.  He’s my best friend, that’s it,” you replied in a quiter voice, realizing people were starting to stare.

Jihyuk grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the peering eyes, coming to the same realization that you had.

“Look (y/n), you might not realize it, but there is something there, okay?  I mean for god’s sake, the guy practically worships you.  I know because he looks at you the way I’ve always wanted you to look at me.  I just can’t handle knowing another guy loves you like that, even if you say you don’t feel the same.”

More out of frustration than sadness, you teared up as you remembered the moments leading up to your boyfriend breaking up with you.  What a jerk.  Making out with another girl and then accusing you of cheating.  When Jihyuk had first asked you out, you weren’t sure how you felt about him.  You decided to give him a chance and say yes, and over the last few months, you had really started to fall for him.  You regretted all of that now.

But what Jihyuk said had gotten to you.  It would be a lie to say you had never questioned there potentially being more than just friendship between you and Ten.  You just figured it was because society said that a man and woman couldn’t be just friends.  You didn't buy into that nonsense though, so you pushed those thoughts aside.  And anyways, there was no way Ten “worshipped” you.  He was, well, Ten after all.  He could get any girl he wanted.  Why would he want to be with you?  From the start, you had told yourself that you and Ten could only ever be friends, so that’s the way things had always stayed.

“I’m so sorry (y/n),” Ten said as he suddenly hugged you from behind, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The two of you took a seat on the steps outside the door, Ten still with one arm around you.  You, suddenly felt awkward and gently wriggled out from underneath his embrace.

“Why are you being so touchy with me?” you asked Ten, his surprise evident on his face.

“I guess I’m just comfortable around you?  We usually hug and link arms or whatever.  I didn’t know it bothered you,” he replied, hanging his head in apparent shame at the thought of making you uncomfortable because of his skin-ship.

“No, no!  It doesn’t bother me, it’s just… It’s just that…” you weren’t sure how to tell Ten that your closeness making Jihyuk paranoid was the reason that he had broken up with you.  But as your best friend, he deserved your honesty.

“It’s just what?” he urged you to continue.

“Jikyuk broke up with me because he said that you and I have something going on.  He’s convinced that you have feelings for me.”

Ten looked devastated.  It was evident that he felt guilty for what had happened.  The reality was that he had nothing to be guilty about. Besides in Jihyuk’s mind, he hadn’t done anything wrong.  Jihyuk was the one who messed things up, not Ten.  You were sure Ten knew that deep down, but nevertheless, he remained quiet, the two of you sitting in silence for what seemed like forever.

“Ten,” you said wearily, finally breaking the awkward atmosphere.  “What Jihyuk said isn’t true, right?  You don’t… have feelings for me, do you?”

Ten looked up at you to meet your eyes for a moment, before turning his head away, remaining silent.  You gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts but heard him sniffle, prompting you to get up and sit on his other side, where you could see his face.  His eyes were closed, but to no avail as tears were still escaping his eyes, collecting on his eyelashes for a moment before falling down his cheeks. You rested your hand on his knee in an attempt to comfort him, using your other hand to wipe his tears.

“Ten…”

“Jihyuk’s right,” Ten suddenly whispered, his eyes still closed.  “In fact, I don’t just like you (y/n), I think I love you.”

Again, silence.  A part of you wanted to throw your arms around Ten in a massive hug, sorry that you had unknowingly denied his feelings for so long.  The other part of you was cautious, not wanting to do anything to further upset him. You had never seen him so broken before, and it killed you to know that you were the reason why he was like that.  You wanted to tell him that you loved him back, but you couldn’t.  You weren’t sure what you felt or even what to say to him, but luckily, he broke the silence first.

“The day I met you, I knew you were going to be a special part of my life,” he began.  You listened intently.  “We just clicked.  And before I knew it we were best friends.  But the longer I knew you… The more time we spent together… I guess something just… Just changed.  I fell for you.  Hard.”

“Why did you never say anything to me about it?  You know you can talk to me about anything,” you responded, wondering why he would let himself suffer and keep this from you.

“I was going to.  The night I invited you to watch me practice for Hit the Stage.  But that ended up being the night that Jihyuk asked you out.  A part of me still wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to confuse your feelings.  Plus, I knew you had liked him for a while so…  I’m so sorry.  Now I’ve ruined things for the two of you anyways.”

“Ten, you didn’t ruin anything.  If anything I’m lucky to be done with him if he’s the type to just cheat instead of voice his concerns.  But I do wish you had have told me.  Maybe things could have been different between you and I.”

“Do you really think they would have been?  I mean, have you ever even had feelings for me,” he asked, a hint of sudden bitterness behind his words, clearly skeptical.

“I guess I had convinced myself that we would never be more than friends, so I never let myself feel anything more,” you admitted.  “Plus, when I started dating Jihyuk, I couldn’t even consider liking someone else.  I thought we loved each other, but clearly he didn’t feel the same way…”

Ten leaned forward slightly, angling his head so his eyes were in front of your own.

“So then, what about now?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Now you know I have feelings for you.  And Jihyuk isn’t in the picture.  Does that change things for us?"  Ten’s voice was so sincere.  He wasn’t pressuring you, he didn’t sound hopeful or worried, he was just genuinely asking where the two of you stood.  You wanted so badly to end his one-sided love, to tell him that the two of you could be together… But you couldn’t.  Not yet at least.

"I don’t know Ten…  Maybe in the future?"  You weren’t sure how to respond, so you did your best to tread carefully.  Was it possible you liked Ten?  Yes.  Were you ready to jump into another relationship already?  No.  "I’m not saying never, I’m just saying… I need time.”

“You mean there’s a chance that we might be able to be more than friends?"  You could hear the positivity in Ten’s voice.  It was the first time that he seemed hopeful, happy even.

"Now that I know us being together is a possibility and there aren’t any distractions, yeah, I think there’s a good chance.  We go perfectly together as best friends, so why not a couple?  But I don’t want to rush things between us.  I want to be sure that the way I feel about you is real and that it doesn’t feel like I’m using you as a rebound.  It’s just too soon.”

“I get it (y/n), no pressure.  Just take your time.  I know in my heart that you and I are meant to be together, and I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to realize that too."  He beamed at you.  He was back, the joyful Ten you knew and adored.  He took both of your hands in your own, and straightened his back so he was tall enough to kiss you on the forehead.  You smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

"Whatever happens Ten, I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

“I’m thankful for you too (y/n),” he smiled.  “And about Jihyuk, should I send some of the members to go beat his ass?”

“Ten!"  You hit his arm as the two of you laughed in unison.  You weren’t totally opposed to the idea…

 

I’d like to dedicate this to my Ten-biased friend, superfanboy19!!  I was supposed to post this like, two weeks ago, but I went to Toronto for a vacation and didn’t finish until today haha.  I hope you guys enjoyed it!  It’s like, the closest I’ve got to writing angst but isn’t angst?  I dunno.  Let me know what you guys thought!  And please reblog/like if you enjoyed it :)  It helps a lot.  Thanks loves~~