what is the wait for this time

Let’s talk about Gabriel...

Real talk the new episodes of Miraculous have got me messed up cause like (spoilers for season 2 ep 1 and 2 so look away now if you haven’t watched it!)

We now know he’s officially Hawkmoth, surprising probably nobody. But to me this raises more questions than it does answers. Those question mainly revolving around his relationship towards Adrien.

I think it’s this scene that’s got me effed up the most-

Gabriel is destroying his own office to make it seem like there was a struggle but…but… he didn’t have to throw the photo Adrien made for him!??!?! He willingly chose to throw it away! WHAT THE HECK I- *breathes*

Yet he lingered on the drawing for a moment, with a small smile on his face. And this is the same man who hugs Adrien when he’s worried about him, who seems super over protective of him out of love (yes love, I’m sure that Gabriel loves his son in some twisted way but that doesn’t excuse his actions here) as well as a horrible sense of ownership. He’s cold but not completely unfeeling. He’s manipulative but still appears to have some humanity left in him. In short he’s complex, I kind of don’t know what to make of him right now.

I personally enjoy this development. I’m totally here for Gabriel not being a cookie cutter black-and-white villain. He’s a piece of crap abusive father, with very misguided intentions, and I think that makes him a better character (not better as in good, but better as in interesting to watch).

Most people have pointed out the comparisons between Adrien’s scenario and Rapunzel’s from Disney’s Tangled. However I think there’s a difference. I genuinely think that (unlike Mother Gothel) that Gabriel does love Adrien in some way. It doesn’t stop Gabriel using Adrien as a puppet or treating him like garbage, and I actually like that. I like that “love” doesn’t excuse his behaviour, that people can do terrible things in the name of it. It’s actually pretty deep. 

It’ll also make the fallout of this that much more horrible and heartbreaking when the reveal happens and honestly I cannot WAIT for that.

Disclaimer: This isn’t a “in defense of Gabriel” post by the way. This is me trying to figure out what his game is. I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on the matter too!

And now that I’ve got the jumbled up thoughts out of the way- time for some yelling. Cause it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t yell. *BREAAAATHHHES*….

WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK-FRACK SNICK SNACK IS YOUR GAME YOU CANDY-CANE-INSULT-TO-FASHION ABUSIVE, MANIPULATIVE BUTTMUNCH?!!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING?!!?!? WHO ARE YOU?!!?! WHY U DO THIS?!?!?! I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU AND THAT MAKES ME INTERESTED IN YOUR CHARACTER ARC. THANKS FOR THAT! I HATE IT! BOI U BETTER STRAIGHTEN YOUR SHIZ OUT ADRIEN DESERVES BETTER! GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER OR I STG IM KIDNAPPING AND ADOPTING YOUR SON MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!

The Dozens of Times Eddie Kapbrak Came Home, and the One Time He Didn’t

(A Story in Sonia’s POV)


–There was the one time Eddie came home angry. Slamming doors, cursing under his breath. I was upset at the language, but more worried he’d catch a little finger, or a toe in the cabinets or doors. I asked why and he pushed me away. He had always been doing that lately. Am I being too much of a worrier? Maybe I am. He’s older now, and doesn’t need me as much. As much as that hurts to admit, seventeen is old enough to be independent. 


–He came home crying again. He’d been doing a lot of that, too. Something was different. He came to me for once. I was selfishly happy, but that left me when I saw him. He had a bruise under his left eye. His lip was cut, and his hands were shaking and red, a sign that he’d had a panic attack again. Those signs used to be foreign to me until he told me those weren’t asthma like I had thought for years. I’d like to think of myself as an almost expert on them now. The only thing hard for me to tell anymore is what might cause them. He has them so often. Eddie comes to me, and sits down, panting. He looks worn down and sad and resigned, as if he’s accepted a heavy fate, or like he was waiting for a piano to fall on him. 

This time when I ask him what’s wrong, he crumbles and starts to cry again. He tells me Henry and his psychopath friends cornered him in the locker room, and roughed him up. He shows me his ribs, and I see red. Partly the dried blood, partly rage. That little freak carved the word “Fag” into Eddie’s little side. It takes everything in me not to take him to the hospital, but Eddie insists he cleaned and dressed it as much as it needed, and it wasn’t deep, no stitches needed. I prayed with everything in me that it wouldn’t scar. When I asked him why they would choose that word, he becomes silent again. He seems to be trying to find the right words to say, and eventually he does. He tells me, stuttering more than the elder Denbrough boy, that it’s because they saw him kissing Richard Tozier. I had nothing to say, and he goes to his room before I could find the right words. I did eventually, over dinner. I tried to make a lighthearted joke, and said he could do better than little Richie Tozier, and that I loved him. He did laugh, but he also cried. This time it was the good way. 


–One time he came home excited, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran upstairs. I called out to him to get the door, but he was down just as fast heading out again. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright, and I can’t help but to think that just a few months ago this same boy was crying in shame over what had happened. He was a lot happier in general, due in part I suppose to coming out, but mostly Richard. Richie, Richie this, and Richie that. I almost wanted to tell him I was tired of hearing it, but his happiness wasn’t something I could get tired of. Despite being a trouble maker and a bad mouth, he did take care of Eddie. I did tell him to stop coming home with love marks- unsanitary and shameless little things. I tried not to think about the fact that he still probably got them where I couldn’t see them. He may be an adult next month but he’s still my little angel.

He tells me he’s finally going out on a real date, just the two of them. That they’re going to see a movie, and he tells me not to wait up. I know I’ll try to, but he always manages to come home after I fall asleep. Sneaky little boy. He tells me he’s already left the name, address, and number of the movie theatre on the counter, and that he’ll be with Richie who can be reached as well. I have his number in my Rolodex, as I do his parents, and the rest of his friends- you never know when you might need them. He kisses my cheek and practically skips out to the beat up truck Richard drives. It has a bench seat and the driver seatbelt doesn’t work most of the time, and I cringe thinking about Richie just sitting on it so he doesn’t get a ticket for not actually wearing it. Eddie promised me he’d never drive it, so at least there’s that. 


–He came home today, silent. It’s almost worse when he does that instead of crying. Eddie was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I asked if he was okay, and he just stares at me. It feels like an eternity when he opens and says “The school won’t let Richie and I go to prom together… They said if we showed up they’d kick us out.” His voice sounds so fragile and small, like he doesn’t feel like a real person. I’m furious. I tell him I’ll call the school, but he begs me not to. He says it’s okay, he knew it would happen, that this is just the way things are. I, however, will not stand this. As soon as he goes to his room, I call his principle. I can’t remember exactly what I said, though I am equal parts embarrassed and proud to have used foul language in place of his name. “Mr. Shitstain” and I came to an agreement that they may attend as long as they are within a larger group. He will not allow them to have couple’s pictures, but he did reluctantly allow that they dance together. I tell Eddie in the morning and he cries and hugs me. He goes to Richie to give him good news. 


–He comes home after prom with a photo- the whole group is in it, all holding a sign that says “Loser’s Club”. I cringed at the name, but they chose it for themselves years ago. Eddie and Richie are next to each other, and I suppress an eye roll that Richard had ripped open his shirt to reveal an exclamation point painted on his pale abdomen at the last moment. The picture is slightly blurred, and Eddie confirms my theory when he laughs and says the camera guy was startled and tried to lunge at Richard to put all of his clothes back on. Despite this, I see the stars in his eyes. He is happy, so I am happy. 


–Lately he’s been coming home with heaps of papers, college letters, essays, SATs, tests. I try not to think about him leaving. I turn up the volume on the TV or the radio when he uses the phone to talk to his friends about it. It hurts and he knows it hurts. I’ve never been good at not worrying. This goes on for weeks. I fail to keep my tears in when he’s at school or out with friends, but at the same time, I’m immensely proud. He’s such a good boy. 


–This time he comes home, and he doesn’t say a word, and I can’t see him from the kitchen but I know something is wrong. His feet are dragging and his breathing sounds funny. I drop the spoon into the soup when I hear a crash. He’s laying on the floor and crying. Despite him being curled up in a ball I can see he’s covered in bruises and cuts, and bleeding badly. I try not to scream but when I rush to him I can’t hold it, he’s been cut up badly again, more words carved into his soft belly and his thighs. I can see the word “Queer” seeping through his khaki pantleg as he sobs. This time, he does need stitches. In many places. The only thing he says to me from the hospital bed is that he is oh so tired of this town. Richard never leaves his side, growling at anyone who causes him pain or wakes him up, like a wild animal. I’ve decided that I am incredibly grateful that he is who he is. 

He’s in the hospital for three days. Night one was cleaning and stitching and recounting what happened. The police had been called to file a report. He hesitantly confesses that Henry, Patrick, and the other cretins did this to him. Chief Bowers is red with rage. I hear him in the hallway calling my son a “flamer” but that his boy was “going to get it”. This is the first and only time I’ve yelled at a cop. Richie laughs and holds up his hand for a high five, something I wouldn’t usually reciprocate, but tonight is a night of firsts. Night two was observation and tests to see how bad the internal injuries might be. He has a concussion, but they found no internal damage aside from bruises and a cracked rib. They send him home wrapped in Ace bandages and taped up like Richard’s glasses. That night he tells me he needs to leave, that he can’t take this anymore. I’m angry, and admittedly irrational. We do not speak to each other for a week. 


–When we speak again, he walks in the door with Richie, William, and Michael. Out of his friends, Michael is my favorite despite where he lives being so messy. He brings me flowers and fresh fruits and vegetables. He washes them himself, but only once he gets here so I can see it. He’s a very well mannered and intelligent man. William is wonderful too, but I feel guilt in having trouble understanding him, and he has a habit of talking with his mouth full. He’s not as messy as Richard, so at least there is that. Eddie has healed nicely so far, most of the stitches are out already, and the scars he has, though sadly legible, are hidden under clothes. His lip and eyebrow have small scars, but they are hard to notice. The boys have folded boxes in their hands. I knew this was coming, but I still couldn’t bear it. I stubbornly told him I wouldn’t help him, and that I wouldn’t watch him either. He only nods his head, looking down. 

They pack up his belongings, and I step out into the yard, smoking my first cigarette in years. I swiped one from the Marsh girl months ago, when Eddie was starting to talk about college. I thought that was the worst, but this hurts more. He’s leaving too soon, and I can’t stop him. He promised me he’d finish high school, and go to college, but that he would not live here, in Derry. Because we weren’t completely speaking, I have no idea where he’s moving, and now I’m too embarrassed to ask. When I go back inside, William hands me a piece of paper, his handwriting surprisingly neat, with Eddie’s address, and number. He was moving just outside of the city, into the matchbox apartments. With Richard. I can’t help it. When he walks out of the front door with his things, he kisses my cheek. I can’t help it. When the car drives away, their silhouettes in the windshield. I can’t help it. I sit down on the porch, and I begin to cry. I can’t help it. 


–He doesn’t come in the door anymore. Not the way he used to. No angry slams, no excited pops as the door hits the wall. No silent entries when he’s tired. No little footsteps. He doesn’t come home. He visits, sometimes with Richard, and with his friends. He calls frequently, too. He’s a good boy. Time passes, and he came to visit after graduation. He got accepted to a college in Maine. I try to hide how happy that makes me. I promise I won’t go to the dorms too much. He and Richie talk about their lease ending and moving on campus. His little group of friends are trying their best to stick together. They all got accepted to the same school, and will try to attend until their majors take them elsewhere. It’s nice knowing that he’ll have so many friends. 

He doesn’t come home, but he visits. Holidays he even stays in his old room. Sometimes. Other times he stays with William in his new house, just down the street from mine. Sometimes they visit Richie’s parents, or Michael’s farm. It’s a lot like it used to be, but it isn’t the same. I know it never will be, and while I’m sad, I’m happy too. He doesn’t come home, but he gets married in the same church I was married in. They make the paper as the first same sex couple to get married in Derry. Someone booed them as they walked to their car, but before anyone said anything, Richard flipped them off. I don’t tell Eddie, but I caught it on camera. It’s framed in my room, shameful but endearing. He doesn’t come home, but he visits often, asking for advice. We’ll have lunch together and talk about stain removal, and he’s picked up cross stitching for Richard’s anniversary gift. He’s going to make a sign that says “Tozier-Kaspbrak” for their sitting room. 


He doesn’t come home, but he visits often. Many times with Richard, and even more happily with their new daughter. I’ve always wanted a daughter, so I spoil her rotten. I try not to be so overbearing as I was with Eddie. I know it had the wrong impression on him, and I don’t want her to feel the same. I give her sweets when they aren’t looking, and I teach her all about keeping a good home, and let her watch football with me when they need a babysitter. Eddie doesn’t know, but sports are a guilty pleasure of mine. I want her well rounded, too- to know that girls can like whatever they please. Her name is Amelia Isabelle, and she grows so fast. He doesn’t come home anymore, not like he used to. And I’m so, so grateful. He’s leading a good and proud life, and I’ve never been more proud to be the mother of Edward Tozier-Kaspbrak. He doesn’t come anymore, but when he visits, it’s like he never left at all. I’ve lived a good little life, I feel.



“Sonia Kaspbrak, 65, passed in her sleep in her home of Derry, Maine. Natural causes. She leaves her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Funeral to be held this Saturday, July 17th at the First Church of Derry. She will be fondly remembered by all who knew her. Everyone is welcome to attend the open service ceremony being held to celebrate her life. 
Thank you, 
Richard Tozier-Kaspbrak”

Failed Deception

Anon asked:  “can you do a taehyung bad boy scenario like you did with yoongi and hoseok? i just found them and theyre so cutee 💓💓”

GROUP: BTS

PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy AU!, Fluff
Word count: 1.5k

SYNOPSIS:

 Taehyung wants to hold your hand and kiss you but he doesnt want to ruin his bad boy image

A/N: You guys are really liking this whole bad boy thing huh!Thank you for liking my other scenarios and thank you so much for requesting this one. I enjoyed writing and I hope you enjoy reading it!! Also I might just make this into a series since only 3 more members are left :)

Others members: Yoongi ver // Hoseok ver // Jeongguk ver 

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

When Taehyung had asked you out on a date you hadn’t expected for it to be at a carnival. You were expecting something along the lines of a club where you would have to wear some skimpy dress, and probably spend the night coughing your lungs out because of all the smoke vapours and pungent alcohol smell. But you were very surprised when Taehyung unwrapped the blindfold and your eyes had fallen on the giant ferris wheel and a crowd of people bustling from place to place having a good time.

“You like it?” he smiled warmly at you. You shook your head looking around trying to soak in the beautiful sight. He was worried that you didn’t like it and was about to offer to take you to a place of your choice but you interrupted him. “I love it” you whispered and as soon as the reassuring words had left your mouth his frown disappeared and his face lit up with a bright smile. One that made your heart race.

As soon as you approached the booth to buy your tickets , Taehyung found himself to be on the receiving end of a shocked stare. You had to stop yourself from giggling because you understood the sentiment. After all Taehyung wasn’t someone who usually frequented such domestic events, rather everyone expected to find him at some underground joint getting high. Understanding why he was being stared at, Tae opted to glare at the guy and hissed under his breath some very colourful swear words that had the young man in front of you fumbling with the tickets.

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Imagination Lane // “Imagine This” Scenario #2: Bill Skarsgard

Originally posted by thebeautyandthatbass

(Warning: This is slightly long for an imagine scenario, but I couldn’t help but write this out. I’m also in a sappy Bill mood, and I needed this as soon as the idea struck me last night as I laid in bed trying to get to sleep. Shame on me lol.)

If you want to know what The First Fight Box is and what it entails, click here.

Imagine This: You and Bill have entered into your first serious argument as a married couple. A few months back, on your wedding day, you both created what you called “The First Fight Box,” and slipped letters inside for you both to read – when the time came. 

Today, you both have agreed to a small cease-fire within your heated argument and decided to open the box…


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Richie tells the other losers that Beverly ran away, for good, from her father.


What he doesnt tell them is that Beverly Marsh showed up at his window at one in the morning on a Tuesday night dressed in a night dress, angry tears streaming down her face and a fresh purple bruise forming under her right eye the size of a fist. He doesnt tell them that she cried like that for an hour, clinging on to him like he was the only thing keeping her alive. He doesnt tell them how torn she was, staying or leaving- she has friends, here, she said. The best friends she ever had. Richie doesnt tell them that he convinces her to leave, because that house will kill her eventually. He doesnt tell them that he gave her a bag of his clothes, some food from his fridge, all of his money he had saved up from his summer job working at the gas station. He doesnt tell them that he walked with Beverly to the bus station and bought her the first ticket out of Derry, a 3am bus to Portland. He doesnt tell them that he waited with her until the bus came, and he certainly doesnt tell them that he cried when they said their final goodbyes.


What he does tell them is what Beverly wanted him to tell them:


He tells them that Beverly Marsh loved them all. He tells them that she left in a blaze of glory, confidently and with humor, like she always did. He tells them that Beverly promised to write as soon as she got where she was going, wherever that was.


Except that Beverly never writes. She forgets, just like they all do in time. She forgets the friends she had and the people she loved.


Because, she really did love them.


She loved them so, so much.

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: When I asked for your fortune today, the stars gave me a coffee table book with a sword stabbed through it. Congrats!

Taurus: Two trains leave a station headed in opposite directions, one is travelling at 35m/s the other at 70m/s, after thirty seconds what is the distance between them? Write your answer on a piece of graph paper and set it alight during sunset. Show your work.

Gemini: Time will be green apple flavored today.

Cancer: You dropped a pen the other day, but a sprite noticed it and returned it to your pocket. Repay them soon with an offering of food or they will steal your teeth.

Cancer: The afterlife is the same as this one but its a sickass metal remix. Just you wait!

Leo: The ghost of an old sharpshooter sits in the belfry of the church. He watches over the bridges of your town. The glint of his rifle scope can be seen at sunrise.

Virgo: The world is played in a minor key but ultimately has optimistic lyrics. 

Libra: Death never knocks, they sort of barrel roll through the window and fireman carry you to the afterlife. Never expect the world to be as serious as you think it will be.

Scorpio: Gardens dont grow from wounds dear. Scars do. Scars are badass. 

Ophiuchus: The stars say cool halberd.

Sagittarius: You deserve the good shit. You may not be able to pay for the good shit, but you deserve it nonetheless. 

Capricorn: A great porcelain warship with a human heart. An excellent place for lunch.

Aquarius: If we evolved from monkeys than why are there still monkeys? I could beat a monkey in a fight just watch me. Bring me the finest chimp you have right now and we will throw down. Ill make sure we dont have monkeys anymore.

Pisces: Your guardian angel is rotten. But thats okay! She grows mushrooms on her skin now! Decomposers are an important part of any ecosystem.

anonymous asked:

Random suggestion but maybe you could make your OC have like a literal name? So like Midori means green, and Y'know Midoriya's hair is green so you could somehow correlate your OC's name with their quirk/appearance???

WAIT WHAT 

YOU’RE TELLING MIDORIYA’S NAME IS “MIDORIYA” BECAUSE.. HIS HAIR IS. GREEN?????????????!!!???!!?

A Guy Like That

Summary: Y/n has liked Peter for as long as she could remember… An incident involving Flash bullying Peter just may be the push Y/N needs to confess her feelings?

Requested: No (I was kinda inspired by this song <–)

Word Count: 3.8k

Taglist: @cutie1365
@luke-the-princess
@that70skiwi
@mang0fruitblast
@fairydustparker
@fortheloveoflamp
@jamesbuckybananabarnes

Warning(s)?: Light cussing, Bullying, teen angst, sERVER fLUFFF?!

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A Guy Like That…

Y/N.…” You stood by your locker, leaning against it with your arms crossed over your chest. You bit your lip sub consciously, watching him from down the hall. 

Y/N…” You didn’t care that your best friend was busy trying to get your attention. All your focus was currently on the curly headed boy who stood down the hall, by his own locker smiling and laughing with his friend. You could see his smile reach his cheeks causing a small dimple to appear near his mouth. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he laughed at something his friend said, causing your own smile to widen in adoration. 

“Are you even listening to me?” Obviously not. 

You shook your head quickly and glanced over at your best friend. Knowing this was very typical of you she just rolled her eyes in response, placing her last book into her locker before closing it.

“You know what your doing could be considered… creepy” She says, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. You glanced away from her with a shrug and stared off into the boy’s direction again. 

I don’t care…” You trailed off, watching him smile and laugh again at whatever his friend had said to him this time. How could you not admire him? 

“You can just walk over there and start talking to him… you guys do share like three classes together” Liz, your best friend states as she watched you with a small smile.

I don’t care...” You responded back dreamily, too entranced with admiring the boy from afar. 

“Or you could grab his face and finally just kiss him” She finishes, this time with a big smile on her face. 

I don’t- wait what!?” You turned away to look Liz in the eyes. She only smirked at your reaction. She turns around to her own locker and makes sure it’s locked, wrapping an arm around yours to pull you away. 

“Are you crazy?! I can’t just go up to him and… kiss him. That would be weird and besides… I think he likes someone else…” You trailed off, knowing this conversation was taking a very familiar turn. Liz rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“He doesn’t like anybody else!” She lets out with a frustrated laugh. You stopped still, causing Liz to stop as well and turn to face you. 

“You haven’t seen it Liz…” You state, a familiar frown beginning to etch it’s way onto your face. Liz just sighs in response, knowing whatever she says you won’t even consider to be the truth. You were stubborn like that, and have been ever since 5th grade.

I have seen it… you’re the one who hasn’t” She states, pulling on your arm again to continue walking down the hall. Once again your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Of course you had seen it… The guy you liked was in love with your best friend. How could you not see that? 

“Hey babe” You rolled your eyes in annoyance once you heard his voice. 

“Hey sweetie” Liz replied in an equally sickly tone. You pretended to gag, making some noises causing them both turn to you. 

“Y/N… always a pleasure’‘ 

’'Flash… hardly ever” You reply sarcastically sending them both a sarcastic smile to go with it. Liz just laughed and hugged Flash’s side, enjoying her two closest friends bicker between each other. You and Flash kind of have a love hate relationship. Frenemies… I guess you could say. 

You walked away from the nauseating couple and headed into physics. 

~Class

“Large transformers, when used for some time, become very hot and are cooled by circulating oil. The heating of the transformer is due to….Y/N?” You head rose once you heard your name mentioned. 

“Umm…” You murmured out, glancing down to your sheet to look for your answer.

“Both the heating effect of current and hysteresis loss?” Your answer came out as more of a question seeing you were always nervous if ever you got picked on to answer a question in class, even if you were positive it was correct.

Your teacher smiled happily at you, nodding in your direction. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as your nerves began to dwindle. Your teacher turned around and back to the board, wiping away the day’s lesson. A few grunts where heard from some students who still hadn’t had copied all the notes down. She turned back around once the board was cleaned and beamed a smile. 

“Now class… for the part of the lesson you’ll all enjoy… how about a game?” Cheers began to erupt around the room at the mention of playing a game. She shook her head and let out a soft chuckle.

“A…. physics game” She states, causing everyone’s hype of excitement to dwindle. 

“We are going to split the room up into girls and boys, each will select a representative to stand up in front of the class and answer questions, each group will give me ten questions each to contribute as I read them aloud to those who are selected. Each will get 30 seconds to think of an answer and the first to raise their hand and give the correct answer will score a point for their team” She finishes. This seemed to boost everyone’s curiosity a little. 

One of the students raised their hand. 

“Will you be picking the representatives?” The teacher shook her head in response. She then divided the class up into girls and boys, boys being on the left and girls being on the right side of the classroom. You could hear the boys all electing one person, coming to their decision pretty quickly. However with the girls…

“Bags not it” One of the girls said, raising a thumb to press against her forehead, many others followed also repeating her words ‘bags not it’. You rolled your eyes at their childishness. 

“I say we take a vote” Another spoke up, wanting to get this over and done with. You agreed with her, nodding your head to the group. There were only 14 of you altogether so picking someone shouldn’t be so hard.

“I say we go around the group and say each name… the one with the most hands in favor gets to go up” One of the girls snickered. You shied back a bit, just wanting to get this over and done with. Slowly they went around the group, calling out a girls name and each one of you girls either raising your hand in favor of them going up or not. You were second last to be called up and so far the most a girl has gotten was 5 hands. 

The girl who was took charge came around to you and stopped with a smirk.

“and Y/N?” Alost all the girls hands had rose. Your eyes widen as you shook your head rapidly. 

“Why me?” You whined, not liking the idea to go up in front of the class to do a… round off.

“Because you average like a 98 in this class… and besides I really hate losing to the boys every time… all because of Penis bloody Parker…” Your eyes widen again. 

Before you could utter out any more words the teacher interrupted your train of thought. 

“Time’s up!” She called out, causing everyone to hop back into their seats. You stayed seated on of the desks at the front, beginning to feel the nerves creep up on you. 

“And who will be the representative for the boys?” The Teacher asked, the boys beginning to cheer in response. Flash stood up and straightened his jacket causing your eyes to roll. 

“Sit down flash!” One of the boys called out causing you to laugh. You watched curiously as the boy you least expected rose and made his way over towards the front of the class.

Peter bloody Parker.

“And for the girls?” You shamefully stood up slowly and began to make your way in front of the board.

“Aye! look at you, acting all brave Y/N-” You could hear Flash begin to call out before you hastily interrupted him. 

Shut it, dickwad” You responded in a bored tone. 

“Language!” Your teach called out. The students, however, erupted into fits of laughter between yours and Flash’s interaction. This occurred on a daily basis which seemed to serve entertainment to the rest of the class. The teach also quite enjoyed watching you two bicker but ,of course, would never admit to that. 

Let’s begin!”

~Last question

“Radiocarbon is produced in the atmosphere as a result of….” The Teacher trailed off, reading the very last question aloud to both you and Peter. So far Peter had 10 points to your 9. You needed to get this question to even tie with him. 

You and Peter had stood closer and closer as the questions went on, growing more comfortable with each others presence. After the 6th question you guys started to become less nervous, and in fact started making silly faces at each other to throw the other one off of the question. This caused the class to laugh at you guys as you tried to distract each other so the other could get the question right. 

Polar bears… Polar bears… think… Polar bears” You mumbled only loud enough for Peter to hear you. He turned to you frustrated with a smile and shook his head, losing his train of thought. 

“C-collision…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to use. 

Fluffy animals… fluffy animals… with cute miniature handbags” You mumbled again, causing Peter to laugh this time. You smiled in achievement and quickly thought up your answer.

“Collision between fast neutrons and nitrogen nuclei present in the atmosphere” You answered smoothly with a smirk. 

“That is correct!” The teach beamed in response, the girls cheering. Peter looked at you with wide eyes. 

“That’s cheating!” He says through his laughter, causing you yourself to laugh. The Teacher just shook her head in response, her own smirk making her way onto her face.

“How is it cheating?” You asked back innocently. He stared at you dumbstruck with a smile. 

“You were mumbling on about… freaking polar bears and miniature freaking hand bags!” He called out, his smile obviously giving him away. You stood there and just laughed, nodding your head. 

“I don’t recall saying such things” You replied innocently with a smirk. Peter shook his head at you and smile a tight lipped smile, both your cheeks growing red due to the amount of laughing and smiling you guys had been doing for the past 10 minutes. 

“But you did!” He countered back with a smile. You gasped with fake shock. Jokingly you turned towards the teacher, raising a hand to point towards Peter.

“Your honor this boy is lying” You called out sassily causing the class to laugh in chorus again. The Teacher just smiled and shook her head at both your guys antics. Peter just threw his hands up in the air and laughed. 

Oh my god!” he called out, throwing his head back as he laughed. You couldn’t help but to admire the sweet sound that escaped his lips, you smiled even more when you realised you were the cause of it. 

The bell rang shortly after, cutting your laughing short. The class began to pack up their things as the teach instructed what was needed for our next lesson. You headed back towards your desk and packed up your things, leaving the classroom. You couldn’t help but to let the smile stay on your face as you left the room, almost with a skip to your step.

“Someone looks awfully happy all of a sudden” Liz states as she approaches you, just returning from her maths class herself. You smiled over to her and went inside your locker and packed your things away, getting ready to head into the cafeteria for lunch.

“Just had an awesome class” You responded cheerily. 

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain brown eyed boy now would it?” She asks cheekily with a smirk. You lightly slapped her arm causing her to laugh at your flustered expression. 

“Maybe-” You were cut off by the amount on people beginning to form a circle down the hall. Your eyes furrow in curiosity as you glanced over towards Liz, dragging her along with you to see what was going on. 

There in the middle stood none other than Flash… of course it was him. 

You turned on your heel and began to walk away, not wanting to see what Flash was doing this time.

“You think that’s funny Parker!” You heard Flash yell angrily. You immediately stop and your eyes widen in shock. 

“F-flash…” You could hear Peter’s voice mumble out in response. You shook your head as you closed your eyes, clenching your hands into fists at your sides.

“Look around Peter…” You could hear Flash’s voice taunts. You could practically feel the nerves and fear radiating off of Parker himself. You bit your lip as you heard no one do anything to stop this. That was what sickened you about high school, people were willing to stand around and watch others get hurt. Like it was some form of entertainment. 

“No one here even likes you…” You could hear Flash torment. You tried to steady your breathing, in through your nose and out through your mouth. 

“In fact… let’s take a census” You could hear a few people begin to cheer in agreement. You groaned and turned back around, heading towards the circle.

“Flash…” You could hear Liz speak to her boyfriend, trying to get him to back down. He was a bully, he wasn’t going to back down. 

“No, the people of Midtown High need to hear this!” He calls out, causing Liz to move away from him shyly. You rolled your eyes and made your way towards the front of the circle. Not that the people moved out of there way for you or anything.

“Say Peter… how many of your friends are… girls?” Flash gloats, stepping closer and closer towards Peter. Peter visibly stiffens and goes beet red. 

“Your gonna want to answer this honestly to avoid a repeat of what happened last time…” Flash threatens in a low voice. Your eyes widened in fear for Peter… How dare Flash do this. You glanced over to Liz for help and she met your gaze with a worried one. Flash was taking things too far this time.

“In all honesty Peter… how many friends do you have?” He taunts loudly, causing everyone in the hall to hear. You could see more and more people joining the circle. You bit your lip nervously as you saw the crowd grow bigger and bigger. You glanced between Peter and Flash, wanting to so badly do something… anything.

“How many...girlfriends?” He teases. You watch as Peter shrinks back and visibly gulps. 

You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t just stand here and watch the guy your practically in love with cop this shit of this asshole- Wait… what?

“Knock it off Flash” You spoke up quietly from the group. Flash upon hearing you glanced up and looked towards you, his smirk growing. 

“You gonna stand up for this loser Y/N?” He taunts, causing almost everyone’s attention to fall onto you. But you were only looking in one direction, and that was Peter’s. You watched as a frown settled across his normally bright features. That smile that you adore so much had disappeared along with his infectious laugh. 

Screw it. 

“Yeah actually… I am” You spoke up, this time confidently. You left the circle and walked towards Peter and stood beside him. Flash just seemed to laugh in response. 

Inside you could feel the nerves eating away at you but you didn’t want to let it show. For once you were going to stand up to Flash.

“Oh look Peter… seems like you do have a girlfriend after all…” Flash snickers as the crowd laugh along with him, some with their phones out recording the whole interaction.

It was now or never.

“So what if he does?” You spoke, reaching for Peter’s hand. You watched as he stiffened at the gesture and grow even more nervous. You couldn’t help but to let out a small smile at the feel of his hand in your, tingles beginning to spread through your now warm palm. 

“You jealous?” You countered back causing the group to ‘ohh’ at your response. Flash’s gaze only seemed to harden. 

“Yeah right… you would never go out with a guy like him…” Flash spoke up causing the group to laugh again. Your mouth dropped in shock. A guy like him?! You wanted to lose it. 

“A guy like him!? A guy that’s smart and has a gpa above a 5.0? A guy that’s sweet enough to hold a door open for you when you walk into a classroom. A guy that is so funny he can have you in stitches? A guy that actually smiles instead of smirks all the damn time?” With each sentence you took a step closer and closer towards Flash, your hand leaving Peter’s as you did so. Flash’s face seemed to drop little by little with each word you spoke.

“A guy that is… so honest, loyal and kind?” Your voice began to drop.

“A guy that… makes all the others guys look like amateurs?” You finished, your voice coming out more confident at the end.  

“Yeah… I would” You said before turning back around and began walking towards Peter. You took in his facial expression. His cheeks tinged red, his eyes widen in adoration and his mouth slightly parted, seeming utterly shocked.

You placed a hand onto both of his cheeks, walking up to him so close that your noses were nearly touching. Your hands began to tingle at the intimate contact. Your eyes raked his for any signs of uncertainty. 

kiss me…” You whispered only loud enough for him to hear. Funnily enough the crowd seem to disappear from your mind, your only focus being on Peter. His eyes seem to widen even more at your request.

“W-w-what?” He stuttered out, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a second before looking back into your eyes. You watched in pure admiration as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming to be deep in thought.

“L-look… thank you for what you did… standing up to F-flash like that… seriously… Thank you so fucking much… but you don’t have to… I mean… Wow your really close and I can’t even think straight…” You smiled as he began to mumble.

“I get your doing this to be nice… But I actually really friggin like you and kissing you has been a dream of mine since like…. forever.. and- I have no idea why I just said that... I can’t stop talking…. your actually close to me… And wow your even more beautiful up close and there’s still a huge crowd watching us and…. God I can’t even breathe…” Your heart melted at his words. 

'Every…single…time you manage to take my breath away and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get it back…“ His voice broke at the end of his confession causing your heart to beat even faster inside your chest. You couldn’t wait anymore. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and excitement at this point, so much it almost felt like you wanted to burst at the seams. 

Peter’s glance drifted towards your lips with a look of want crossing his glance. You closed your eyes and closed the gap, pulling his face towards yours.

Your lips came into contact with his and you felt your stomach drop. Kind of felt like you were on a roller coaster and this huge drop has come out of nowhere, adrenaline pumping through your veins along with excitement and fear. That was what it felt like. 

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, not caring anymore that there was an audience surrounding you guys. Your hands made their way up to his hair as you lightly tugged at his curls, deepening the kiss further. You could feel your whole body light on fire at his touch, the warmth spreading from his hands, all the way up your spine and to your lips. 

Peter could feel his heart hammering inside of his chest and was sure that you could hear it but in this moment he didn’t care. He held you close and kissed you, seeming to convey his feelings in such a way that words couldn’t. You picked up on this and exchanged it back through the kiss, showing him as much passion as you could. This took him by surprise as he felt his heart flutter.

You liked him too. 

You slowly began to lean away, needing to breathe as did he. You rested your forehead against his, a blush coating both of your cheeks. 

Happiness. The only thing you could really say was going through you right now. You couldn’t help but to smile at Peter as he smiled back, looking at you with such love you thought didn’t even exist.

’'Scratch that… I think I’m in love with you’' 

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A/N: Another random Fluffy Imagine! it’s 1am so I’m sorry if this is kinda fuzzy!!!!

anonymous asked:

Whenever customers are too impatient to wait for me to hang up the phone I’m clearly talking to another customer on before yelling what they want, I like to take an extra ten seconds after the customer hangs up to pretend like I’m still on the phone. Then after I’ve taken my sweet time, I’ll hang up, turn to the impatient customer, smile, and ask how I can help them. Completely disregarding everything they said prior.

Meant to Be (7)

Meant to Be Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 723

Warnings: None yet!

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: BUCKY TAGLIST, PERMANENT TAGLIST, AND MEANT TO BE TAGLIST ARE CLOSED. I will add the tags later tonight but I just needed to put this out today.

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Keep You Close

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Dean Winchester x Reader

Even badass hunter chicks get scared at Fright Night.

Warnings: Language, fluff, Dean being adorable. WC: 998 Gifs aren’t mine.

A/N: This is for @torn-and-frayed Halloween With Dean Drabble Challenge, my prompt was Fright Night. As always thanks to my beta queen @andromytta


“Come on, let’s go for one hour. An hour isn’t gonna kill ya.” Dean negotiated. “We never do Halloween stuff.”

“Dean, our whole lives are Halloween stuff.” Sam sassed as he tossed his backpack on one of the beds in the motel room. “I’m gonna stay here and read up on the case.”

Dean turned to you with the hopeful green eyes that often turned your resolve to jello. “Please?”

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“I don’t think I believe in love” the words were typed out, all she had to do was send. Would it make her a sinner? She’d been religious in her practice of waiting for love. 

I miss our friendship… those words mocked her should she send them. Instead, she screen grabbed it, and posted it to snapchat covering the name of the would be recipient and instead wrote “sounds good, see you then”.

She’d been thinking for a while about the last time she’d had sex. Pushing from days, to weeks, to months, to a year and change now. Not to say that the promise or offer of it wasn’t easily available. But, offers and promises seemed and were empty of what she wanted. 

A part of her ached for the vulnerability of it. Ached because she was in the prime of her life, her confidence, and love for herself demanded more. More. More. 

“Give me more. Help me more. Love me more. “  

She repeated them like a prayer to herself. She wanted intimacy, but not the half hearted kind where she had to shutter her expressions to the person trying to seduce and love her. 

Selfish only after laboring over why. 

Prince AU! Seongwoo

so like, i love prince aus they always make me high key roll around in my bed so i’ve decided to try and write one myself HDJFLS

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  • “Prince Seongwoo? What about him?”
  • you looked up from the pile of books you were sorting and met eyes with your best friend, Kang Daniel the other worker at the village library 
  • “He told me they were having a ball open to everyone, we should totally go! See if he remembers you!” 
  • he took some of the books in your hand and placed it into a random shelf 
  • “daniel why do you even work here, you put it in the wrong spot”
  • “obviously I’m working here to talk to you, and keep you updated about Seongwoo! Lets go to the party!”
  • sighing you just placed the book daniel had put into the wrong section, into the right one.
  • when you daniel and seongwoo were little you three always played 
  • truth is you guys only met seongwoo because he had spilled your favorite strawberry drink and when you were about to get upset at him, he instantly had one of his bodyguards bring you another one 
  • seongwoo liked to call his bodyguard a bodyguard but tbh it was just his babysitter named Jisung 
  • anyways 
  • you three (including jisung too but he was really only there to keep watch) started to hang out more often, you and Daniel hadn’t really been bothered by that fact that Seongwoo was a prince, even when he told you.

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🌠 GUIDE: Leveling buildings 🌠

Well I finally got the one building I wanted !!  The Calming Detective mansion (man, I love that skit so much), I cannot wait to place it on my NEET Park and start leveling up this thing and getting money from it !!

How do you level up buildings ??  Good question, reader, I guess i’ll use my new mansion to explain you guys how to level up your buildings, as it is very useful !!

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RL: Say, what does this button do?

Tom: wait wait shit no doN’T-

(The screen goes black. It’s a few seconds until the video picks up again, this time with the two sitting in front of the camera.)

RL: This blog is to publicize and bolster the Red Army, in both morale and public standing. I, Red Leader, will be answering any questions and making announcements with my trusted general and husband, Thomas.

Tom: It’s another one of THOSE blogs.

[TOM and TORD are now open for asks. -Mod P]

First Day of My Life Pt 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Thanks to @paperbacktrash for being my hero. Love you, bitch. <3

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**There is a mild ship spoiler in the second paragraph if you have not read Tower of Dawn. You can safely skip that paragraph and not miss much except who is in attendance at the wedding.**

Later, Ceremony

The Royal Theatre of Terrasen had been beautifully decorated for the occasion. It was bedecked in silver and Terrasen green streamers and balloons. The walkway was lined with unlit candles and the archway was covered in a mix of pine and thick strands of silver garland woven between twinkling Fae lights. Candles littered the base of the arch as well, also all unlit. The benches that made up the main floor seating of the theatre were mostly empty, just a few of the front rows taken up by patiently waiting guests.

As this was an intimate affair, only those of utmost importance had been invited. The thirteen, Chaol and Yrene, Nesryn and Sartaq, Sartaq’s wickedly delightful sister, Hasar. The cadre, Ansel, Ilias and the mute master, Galan, Philippa, Rolfe, Madam Florine, Ren and Murtaugh, Emrys and Malakai, Luca, and even Nox Owen, who Aelin had been informed by Rowan, made the ring she would wear for the rest of her immortal existence.

Aelin could hear the music playing through double doors to the theatre and was anxiously tapping her foot, impatient to get to Rowan after having to spend the previous night apart. Her heart wasn’t heavy anymore. It seemed so silly to her now that it had only occurred to her to speak to Rowan on this day, instead of opening up to him before. Her mate would always lead her back. He brought her back from literal hell, demons and all, and never gave up on her. She could share this burden. Aelin could rise above and be the ruler she knew she was meant to be, with Rowan at her side.

Lysandra scolded her again, “You don’t get to go before I do. And I don’t get to go before Elide does and then Fleetfoot does… Need I go on? Evangeline is halfway down, just stand still.”

Aelin crouched to scratch behind Fleetfoot’s ears. Aelin levelled a gaze at her dearest friend in the entire world. “You seem a little… out of sorts, Lysandra.”

Lysandra grimaced briefly before shooing Elide out of the grand oak double doors. “Go, go!” Elide barely had time to gather herself upright before she was walking. Aelin’s brows raised and she hid her face in Fleetfoot’s shining coat, content to drop the obviously unwelcome topic.

“Are you ready, girl?” Fleetfoot waved her fanning tail in excitement and offered a dainty lick in response, very unlike Fleetfoot. Was everyone nervous?

Lysandra called Fleetfoot over and made sure Aelin and Rowan’s rings were securely fastened to the canine’s collar before opening the door. “Come on, girl. Down you go.” Fleetfoot licked Aelin’s face again before turning and bursting through the doors and starting down the aisle. Aelin’s Fae hearing picked up the sounds of surprised laughter and the dogs’ brazen lack of finesse. It suited Aelin.  

As Fleetfoot trotted down the aisle, tail flying behind her like a silken banner, Lysandra sniffled.

“Lys?” Aelin inquired, stepping towards her friend who took a step back.

“Don’t come closer!”

Aelin cocked an eyebrow in question but stayed firmly in place.

“Three months ago, I never imagined we’d be able to celebrate this. Three months ago, no one knew if you were going to survive. But we are here, and you are here. You’re alive. And Terrasen will be fine. We will all be fine because we can all be together. I’m just overwhelmed is all. These rutting emotions getting the better–, “ she cut herself off with a gasp before she clamped her hands over her mouth.

Aelin’s eyes widened in sudden understanding and it took every bit of restraint to keep her in place. But a wide grin spread across her face and she ran a finger across the silver beginning to line her eyes.

“Oh Gods, Aelin. I’m sorry!”

Aelin laughed, “Don’t be. It’s perfect. It’s news that can only make this day better. I’m happy for you, Lys. Does Aedion know?”

Lysandra straightened, her nose slightly red. “No… but, it’s my turn, we’ll talk after okay? Remember, count to ten and follow.” She walked through the doors without giving Aelin a chance to reply.

Aelin rolled her shoulders back and counted to ten in her head. She took a deep breath before she felt an icy draft that smelled of pine and snow open the double doors wide to welcome her. The breeze caressed her gently and she shivered as she made eye contact with her mate. Aelin felt like she could move literal mountains with the emotions and adrenaline flaming through her veins as she met his gaze. She tried not to run down the aisle and fling herself at him as she beheld the burning emotions roiling in his eyes.

The all string instrument orchestra, which was seated on the majestic stage of the theatre behind the arch, started up as she was revealed. The soothing melodies beckoning to her, her magic wanting to entwine and to play through the simple weaving music.

She started her walk, each step deliberately set with a slight drop from the upright bass, but kept her eyes focused on Rowan. As each step brought her closer, any reservations, any doubts about herself vanished. Nothing could stop her now. She had felled Valg Kings and Queens with the people in this room, she had the strongest magic any living or known Fae had ever possessed. Aelin felt… untouchable and most importantly, free. It was thanks to everyone here. That safety, that knowledge… she was only beginning to understand and accept it. She would do right by every person in this world. She would not turn conqueror, but offer her lands as a healing respite, welcome to all.

As she passed each row of seating, the candles set on either side lit up with her flames. This earned some appreciation from the meager audience.

Aelin continued lighting the candles down the aisle all the while keeping her gaze locked on Rowan. He was devouring her. The dress hugged her in all the right places and his gaze turned… slightly indecent. This earned a cough from Dorian, who was standing just behind the arch, waiting to marry Rowan and Aelin. Rowan snarled half-heartedly at Dorian but leashed the desire in his features anyways. She could tell he knew what she was thinking, as peace settled over her. He could feel the changes in her too. It would take time to put her plans into action, but she would share those plans, share the burdens.

As Aelin reached the arch, the candles around the base of the arch lit up at the same time, surrounding Aelin and Rowan in warmth while simultaneously basking them in a candle lit glow. Snowflakes started to fall as Aelin placed her hands in Rowan’s and they turned to face Dorian.

Dorian bowed his head and murmured, “Majesties.”

Rowan and Aelin bowed their heads as well. “Majesty,” they spoke in unison.

Some snowflakes dusted in Dorian’s dark hair, but the heat of the candles kept the three of them warm as the snow continued to fall. He shifted nervously before clearing his throat and addressing the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen… Oh! Fae and witches, too I suppose,” he paused as Fenrys’ laugh boomed out over the snickers of said witches and fae. Dorian was clearly pleased as his eyes sparkled with amusement. Aelin grinned.

“We have gathered here today to bear witness to yet another joining of Rowan Whitethorn and Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. They continued to take these opportunities from us so now, we’ve locked the doors and we aren’t leaving until we finally see these two commit.” Rowan chuckled and his hands gently squeezed Aelin’s, grateful that they were here. Grateful it was possible.

Judging by the tears starting to well up in Dorian’s eyes, he was too. Aelin smiled gently at her friend, expressing so much more than what she could say out loud now.

Dorian’s voice was clear, strong and sure as he spoke from the heart. Of the assassin he had met, the assassin he had loved and he had cherished and considered one of his greatest friends. The Queen who saved his life, everything she was willing to sacrifice to ensure everyone here survived. The Queen who almost didn’t get to see the good she could bring to the world, but how incredible it was that she stood before him today, because of the warrior who had saved him, the warrior who had taught him and protected him. The warrior who never lost faith, even when darkness tried to cleave him and his mate apart. He spoke of their journey, a beautiful and sometimes heart wrenching time as they themselves fought to overcome what ate them individually. Before they agreed they could do more as a team. The promises that brought them here today. The love and will that would shape the future for the better, an epic tale that was only just beginning.

He spoke of their adventures together, the thrills, the downs and the happy times.

Some of the guests in the audience started to cry, but it meant the world that their friends could be here today to witness as their souls were laid bare.

Aelin expressed her gratitude by beaming at them through her tears as Dorian called for Rowan and Aelin to exchange the sacred vows of Terrasen, to exchange the vows they requested specifically for themselves.

Aelin spoke first.

“Rowan-rutting-Whitethorn,” she choked out as tears streamed down her cheeks. The crowd was sniffling and chuckling now. “I could not be who I am without you. You have shown me courage and bravery when I saw nothing in myself. In my lowest moments, you reminded me that I had a reason to fight. I had millions of reasons to fight. You guided me home when I was lost. I am forever grateful for the good you see in me. This life, with you to walk the journey with me? I am excited. For the first time in my life, I am looking forward and not backwards. I will endeavor to spend the next thousand years making sure I’ve earned your trust, your loyalty and your heart.”

Rowan was crying. Aelin was crying. Dorian was turned to the side, quite obviously crying. Rowan took a few steadying breaths before gathering Aelin closer, holding her hands not nearly close enough for him.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. You were a thorn in my side, a pain in my ass-“

Aelin started laughing through her tears along with the guests.

“For all of, perhaps a day.” He paused as he let that sink in. “I was not kind to you. I pissed you off intentionally because I liked seeing the fire blaze in your eyes. It showed me that you were still there, even with the weight of grief crushing you. We were both lost but for the first time in two hundred years, I felt a flicker of something I had almost forgotten existed: hope. So I pushed you. I was cruel, Gods know Emrys had a go at me and made me feel something else I hadn’t felt in a long time: shame. My point is that you came into my life, a spitball of fire and you made me feel. After so many years of being numb, you brought life with you. Beautiful, fiery life. I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. It made no difference to me that you were a lost Princess. After a while, I only knew that I wanted - no I needed you, with any strings that came along. That has not changed. What has changed is that I cannot imagine a world where your sass, where your wit and where your smile does not exist. You light up my life, on occasion quite literally,” he chuckled. “I will never have to go a day without you again. I am so thankful to you for bringing me back to life.”

Dorian’s eyes crinkled, tears still streaming down his face, the guests were almost inconsolable. Dorian called everyone to order. “Had I known you were both planning on destroying us emotionally, I may have declined the invitation.” He grinned, dabbing at his eyes. “The exchanging of the rings, if you will.”

Aelin slid Rowan’s ring on his finger, looked deeply into his eyes and spoke once more. “To whatever end.”

Rowan’s hands engulfed her own as he slid her ring on her finger. He could look nowhere else, drawn to the life that beckoned within her. “To whatever end.”

The small crowd erupted as the music reached its crescendo, and Rowan dipped Aelin, holding her tight, before sealing the union with a searing kiss.

The Road and the Damned
Coheed and Cambria

“I believed in the world right in front of me, But now, along these empty streets where this curse haunts these memories of a man, And all he’s lost. No time to think about it. No room to breathe. If I had a way back, I’d ride through the dark and the dawn (but please don’t wait for me) because the man you love don’t live anymore.”

I can’t go home again. Tonight you’ll sleep. You’ll feel what might become of me, my dear. Within these end old days where this longing turns this man to prey on a love that yearns to die. No time to live and doubt it Girl, I’m worth the second chance. (What have I done?!) No time to think about it, no room to breathe! If I had a way back, I’d ride through the dark and the dawn (but please don’t wait for me) because the man you love don’t live anymore. I can’t go home again. I believed in the world once in front of me, but now that’s gone. If I had the way back, I’d ride through the dark and the dawn (but please don’t wait for me) because the man you love don’t live anymore. I can’t go home again. Bye, goodbye.[x3] Bye, my dear…”

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I need instant gratification moment.  And you think you have problems.  I just did something I rarely do these days.  I shared the wonderful writing of three or four dear friends.  Okay o ancient one, we’ll play along.  So what exactly is the problem?  Well since you kindly asked, it seems I also wrote a little poem at the same time, and how am I to get my most beloved hearts?  :D  On a LOL note, I actually briefly contemplated posting it here first.  Then I was overcome by one of those all too rare moments of wisdom reminding me again that waiting 15 or 20 minutes to post it will likely not be life threatening.    I also received a most pleasant surprise in return for my “saintly” moment of patience.  It gave me time to remind you yet again that I most certainly do…

Love you,
Mike <3