why did this take so long for me to write

if i’m so lazy then why can’t i sleep
if i’m so selfish then why did i let you take everything
if i’m so shallow why did i hold onto you, after everyone told me to let go
if i’m so immature why do i feel so old
if i’m so irritating why did you stay so long
if i’m so talentless why am i here
if i’m so loud why did i let you steal my voice
if i’m so horrible why did i do everything for you all at once
if i’m as bad as you say i am, why did you ever stay with me?

anonymous asked:

amy has night terrors and jake helps her through it

my first fic drabble ever published!!!! tw for panic attacks i guess, gotta love that anxiété…

Jake’s here. Amy’s heart is pounding, there’s an acute tightness in her chest, and for a good ten seconds or so she has no idea where she is, but she knows he’s here. Further proof that she’s the best detective in the NYPD.

It’s mainly because she can hear the direct evidence, his voice, soothing but barely masquerading his own worry, saying “I’m here” in amongst a panicked string of “Ames, babe, Ames – Amy,” but still, she’s claiming that title. Amy Santiago has trained herself to be the best and she can do anything and everything she wants to, even if sometimes she forgets the basics, such as how to breathe. She feels the gentle grip of Jake’s hands on her upper arms and rationality is telling her that that makes sense because he lives here and this is their bed and he’s her boyfriend. It’s enough circumstantial evidence to convince herself that she’s not having a heart attack, she’s not mortally wounded, Jake’s not mortally wounded.

Oh, god. Her mind clouds with a crime scene of crimson blood, and Jake screaming, and there’s a gun in her hand, and her chest is heaving again. Amy can’t focus her thoughts on anything else which means even logic is abandoning her - this is a code red situation, a solid 9 on the Santiago Panic Scale, and -

“Hey, hey, shhh, babe,” Jake’s voice once again rudely interrupts her spiralling, but the way he’s gently rubbing her thigh is almost starting to convince her that it really was just a nightmare. “It was just a nightmare,” he confirms and manoeuvres to cradle her to his chest, which is okay because she kind of, sort of wants to be cradled right now. As much as Amy is a strong, independent woman, she can also admit that Jake possesses special boyfriend superpowers, the ability of the steady cadence of his heart to coax her back to reality and his grey t-shirt to absorb her tears before she even realises that she’s crying. His powers also extend to being a human space heater, and the proximity of his warm body against hers reminds her of how cold she really is, clad only in a tank top that is unhelpfully failing to thwart the anxiety-induced chills running down her spine. All compelling evidence that she’s not actually suffocating in the Florida heat anymore with a gun in her hand.

She focuses her everything on Jake and the art of deep breathing, his whispered coaching a needed reassurance that he’s really, truly here. He’s attempting to calm her with a one-handed massage of her back because his other is laced between hers and, for the most part, it’s succeeding.

“Breathe, Ames. I’m not going anywhere,” Jake says, because there he is with the superpowers again, inferring from how tightly she’s clutching at his t-shirt that her stupid nightmare was about him, one that she’s not ready to tell him about.

Carefully, eventually, Amy’s eyes flutter open and, through her haze of tears, she briefly glances at the clock which reads 4:12am, a mere 2 hours and 48 minutes before her first alarm will blare and Jake will groan dramatically into his pillow. She’ll brew two mugs of Cuban coffee and chastise him to get into the shower before he makes them both late and things will be normal.

“You- you can go back to sleep,” she trembles into his chest, inhaling the sweet, remedying scent of his shower gel mixed with their detergent and his inherent Jake-ness.

“Shhh,” Jake soothes, reverently stroking her upper arm– if you had told her eight years ago that she’d ever let Jacob Peralta shush her she would have personally filed a lawsuit against you for slander, but here and now, with his bedside lamp illuminating his face that she’ll later tell him to shave, Amy comfortably returns to the stillness of them laying together.

Their breathing synchronises, time slows, and Amy’s still curled into Jake and practically on top of him when he finally breaks the relative quiet that has enveloped the bedroom.

“10-4, detective?” he asks softly, kissing the top of her head.


thatkanragirl  asked:

Hmm. For the ship thing, how about some classic Promptis. ❤

Yeah! The classic booooooys~ :D Gotta love them classic booooooys! So here! Have some Promptis!

Send Me A Ship, and I’ll Tell You…

Noctis Lucis Caelum / Prompto Argentum

Who said “I love you” first?

Prompto would rehearse it in the mirror every time he would even so much think about working up the nerve to finally confess his feelings towards his best friend. A smack of his cheek, a shake of his head, words of encouragement to show that he was ready to finally say what’s been on his mind for all of these years. ‘You got this, Prompto. Just tell him how it is…!’ He would go out with Noctis, spending time with his best friend, going on adventures and outings with him, but alas… He never found the courage to say it, and he hated himself for it. Beaten down and dejected, perhaps this was just the way it had to be. And yet, that saddened look on Prompto’s face prompted Noctis to act, putting his hands on his companion’s shoulder and asking, ‘You know I love you, right?’
If Prompto wasn’t going to say ‘I love you’ first, then Noctis supposed he would do it instead.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

The king of photography, Prompto would feel as if he would be disgracing his profession if he didn’t take pictures of the guy he was so infatuated with – the muse of his life and the source of all of his inspiration and peace. He would take pictures of his favorite prince without much subtlety, with his camera, with his phone, sometimes doodling Noctis when both are unavailable to the blond-haired photographer. He would stare at each picture, admiring the details of the prince’s expression and keeping each memory close. His favorite photograph is, perhaps, the image of himself and the prince as ‘sea-side supermodels.’ The salt water and frizzy hair afterwards was worth it in the end.
But Noctls himself isn’t above taking pictures of Prompto either, but he’s far more discreet about it. A picture he managed to snap of Prompto falling asleep underneath a tree as he was looking through his pictures is the one Noctis keeps as his background, a bit too embarrassed to show Prompto yet. He hides it behind a lock screen with a picture of the Crownsguard insignia.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

‘Morning, sunshine!’ and other various messages are usually left behind by Prompto over Noctis. Ignis keeps the boys on a very strict schedule, and Prompto is easier to wake up than Noctis is – for Ignis is far too spoiling of Noctis to work up the nerve to wake up Noctis as promptly as the other boys. So Prompto’s one to hop into the shower after Ignis and sometimes Gladio (whom would rather shower every other day or so, which quite frankly irks Ignis), leaving these tiny little messages for Noctis for when the prince gets up and showers for the day. He had to make sure that Ignis or Gladio don’t find the message first and tease him about it, but unfortunately, they do quite often.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

“Hey, Noct! Check this out!” Prompto’s one to quickly point out silly little trinkets and things as he and the prince venture around and witness the sights. They’re often insignificant souvenirs that Prompto at the time would joke about. A chocobo phone charm, for example, because ‘wouldn’t it be funny if we had matching ones?’ Prompto would chuckle to himself as he moves along, but Noctis seems fixated on those charms. Matching charms, huh…? As Prompto finds himself distracted with the sight of interesting subjects to photograph, Noctis – who was finally allowed to carry his own gil for once, considering how bad of a spender he could be when Prompto was involved – was quick to by the two phone trinkets, hiding them away and later gifting them to Prompto. It’s not the first time Noctis has Prompto in mind for these sorts of things, and so Prompto finds himself showered in gifts and items until Ignis has to scold Prompto for inhibiting Noctis with such frivolous spending habits. Noctis does it, regardless of what Ignis states.

Who initiated the first kiss?

It was meant to be simple conversations and video games that night when Noctis had Prompto over for the night as their high school graduation slowly came around. Prompto brought a case of the malt beverages Noctis liked so much that he had gotten from a few of his ‘connections,’ Noctis had his console set up for the two of them to finally finish their co-op campaign together, and they were set for the night. The drinks weren’t too strong, but Prompto likes to claim that it was a drunken confession the night he finally told Noctis how much he really cared about Noctis. Perhaps not in direct bluntness, as he blundered over his words quite a bit, but it eventually resulted in Prompto leaning forward for the kiss, only to find himself unable to do so as Noctis was too distracted by their game. He kept it to himself, which perhaps really bothered him to no end.
But later that night, he managed to sneak in a small kiss to the sleeping prince’s lips just before he too fell asleep. Prompto could have sworn he saw the prince smile after he had kissed him. But perhaps it was the drinks playing tricks on him.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Noctis had always been a heavy sleeper. You could be jumping on the bed, rocking out to some music while screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs, and Noctis would still be asleep. Odd, considering that it should be humanly impossible for someone to be able to sleep that soundly, but there Noctis was. He valued whatever sleep he could get, and it seemed like he refused to have that sleep be taken from him. So Prompto would find himself up and about based on Ignis’s schedule, grinning down at Noctis and placing little tiny kisses on the prince’s cheek and face. One kiss, he thought. One kiss should be enough. But alas, one kiss ended up turning into two. And then three. Prompto eventually lost track of all of his kisses, only breaking from his frenzy when he felt Noctis having kissed him back during the latest gesture, grumbling a small ‘Morning’ before he curled back under his blanket. Prompto’s face flared up with its red color before he wrapped his arms around the prince and gave him a tight embrace.

Who starts tickle fights?

“Stop that.” Noctis had to pull his shoulders upwards to hide his neck as he felt the photographer assault his neck with tiny little pokes and brushes of his finger tips. Head rolled around to keep hiding from Prompto’s persistence, grunts of discomfort and annoyance coming from the prince. Always. Always does Prompto do this. He’d attack Noctis’s neck with these tiny little gestures, only laughing even when Noctis told him to knock it off. Because seriously, that felt weird, and it always provoked an awkward noise from Noctis that was a cross between a grunt, a groan, and a whimper. Noctis really didn’t like that feeling, but Prompto always thought it was cute.
It wasn’t until the prince decided to jump over the couch and tackle his companion down to the floor that he was finally able to get his revenge – straddling Prompto’s hips and sneaking his fingers up Prompto’s side and beginning to lightly scratch and brush his fingers over his sensitive skin and listening to the panicked laughter and breathy cries for help as Noctis made sure he’d tickle him to death.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

With how long of a shower Gladio too, it ended up not only going well-beyond midnight before he finally stepped out in that tiny towel of his – but he also nearly took all the hot water. And after a long day of trekking through mud, dirt, daemon bodies, and whatever it was that Prompto stepped in as they crawled through that dungeon in Vesperpool, there was no way that Noctis or Prompto would wait until 3 AM until the hot water came back. Sitting in such awful smelling clothing would just be a nightmare for everyone in the hotel room.
Noctis let out a sigh, glancing over at Prompto as he scratched the back of his head. Good thing the mud concealed his blushing red face as he spoke, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to say, ‘Wanna just hop into the shower together…?’
Prompto was quicker than lightning to drag Noctis into the shower with him.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

It took Prompto awhile to finally be brave enough to go to Noctis’s apartment on his own accord. A weekend day, Sunday as well, it would be the perfect time to pick up some burgers and fries and just stop by Noctis’s place, right? Well, he thought it was. He was unfortunately unaware that Sunday was always Ignis’s day to visit, preparing Noctis his meals for the day and helping the prince with his homework to be on top of his studies. So when Prompto saw the tall spectacle-wearing man answer the door, Prompto found himself nearly dropping the bag of food as he felt his heart sink into his stomach. Looks like Noctis had a guest over already. He would just leave, he supposed.
Noctis, however, came over the door, noticing that Prompto brought food over. He looked hopefully at Ignis, who stared and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is how you’re going to get fat, Noct.” But he understood that Noctis would much rather spend time with his best friend. So Ignis merely shifted his plans, allowing Noctis and Prompto to eat lunch together, and giving Ignis a free afternoon before returning to cool Noctis dinner. With one exception, of course: Prompto would stay for dinner.
Free food? Prompto wouldn’t deny that, that’s for sure.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

It was official: Prompto was finally legitimately dating the prince. His prince charming. The whole idea was so surreal. Like, what was he supposed to do? To say? To let happen? After spending so long hopeless pining after Noctis, it was finally rewarded when the prince said ‘sure’ to Prompto’s date idea to the arcade. Prompto felt himself freezing as he stood in front of the door to Noctis’s apartment. He should just knock. Tell the prince that he was ready to go! But he checked his sweat levels to see if he wasn’t over sweating or smelly. He looked at his phone a few times, thinking that he’d look too desperate if he knocked five minutes too earlier from his time to pick-up Noctis. He did everything but knock. But he waited anxiously until he felt it was time for him to finally knock and ask Noctis if he was ready to go – of course, fifteen minutes after his intended time. But he wanted to be ‘fashionably late,’ because that’s what the cool guys do, right?
If only he had known that Noctis spent the entire time staring through the eyeglass of his door, waiting for when Prompto would finally knock. But nevertheless, Noctis waited. Eagerly. Anxiously. But nevertheless, ready and eager to go on his first date with his favorite ray of sunshine.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Neither of them. That’s Gladio’s job. Because bugs, insects, and arachnids are icky.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

“I really like Noct, okay? He’s smart, and great, and sexy, and he’s got a really like ass!” Noctis covered his face in embarrassment as Prompto swung his arm around Noctis and pointed at the prince. He had intended on just going to make sure that Prompto wouldn’t get too enthusiastic about drinking at this house party, but it looked like Noctis would need to be saved more than Prompto would. Prompto would just talk on and on about Noctis’s may traits, girls asking them how long they’ve been a couple and if they planned on getting married with how close and ‘in love’ they looked. Prompto would just confirm it all, saying that one day, he and Noct would have a marriage under the stars, just when dawn would appear, because that would be fun, right? Prompto thought so, and Noctis secretly did too.
But it was too early to be talking about marriage yet. Instead, Noctis swung his arm around Prompto and lifted him up to help him get home without stumbling too much. Noctis remembers everything that Prompto said, but unfortunately, Prompto never remembered much of that night. But that’s alright, Noctis thought. He’d keep in mind their dawn-lit wedding plans, and have the idea close to heart after that night.

Secrets Never Last

Requested by: @theanimationgeek

Could you do a Jughead Jones x reader imagine where the reader is the quiet girl who knows a bit more about the Blossom murder than she’ll admit and has a crush on Jughead so he starts out acting like he likes her to get info but ends up really caring about her?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You moved to Riverdale a week before the murder of Jason Blossom. You were shocked when the incident happened, making you intrigued to find out who killed him. You had many secrets that nobody knew, one being that you had a crush on Jughead since the day you arrived, and that you knew way more about the murder than anyone, even Jughead himself.

Warnings: Like a few swear words, tiny fight, the truth about Jason Blossom.

Word Count: 2,705

A/N: This was really fun to write, I personally love writing Jughead imagines because his character is so unique to work with. Hope you enjoy! :)

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Driving into the small town of Riverdale it seemed like it was warm and cozy, but yet held many secrets that could destroy it in seconds.

Your dad had gotten his job transferred to this little town, therefore, making you all move and get a ‘fresh start’ as some might say.

That is exactly what you needed too, back in your old town you weren’t exactly the favorite, so moving here and getting a chance to be someone new, you took it.

When you arrived in front of your new home you couldn’t believe it, it was huge compared to what you used to live in.

You were too caught up staring at your house in awe when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You jumped, startled and turned around quickly, coming face to face with a blonde haired girl and a red haired guy.

You blinked a few times before clearing your throat nervously, you never were that great with being social, you considered yourself introverted, not one to make friends as others normally would.

You shifted in place a few times before the blonde haired girl spoke up.

“I couldn’t help but notice you just moved here, my mother made you guys some welcome to the neighborhood cookies.” She smiled, handing you them, which you nicely took.

You gave a small smile, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ which made the blondes’ smile bigger.

“I’m Betty by the way, and this is Archie.” Betty smiled, as did Archie, making you smile back.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.” You spoke quietly, moving a piece of hair behind your ear nervously.

Archie invited you to join them to hangout while your family unpacked, you were hesitant at first but they talked you into going with them.

From that day on you got close with the two, slowly joining their group of friends, which included a girl named Veronica, a guy named Kevin, and a mysterious guy named Jughead.

You slowly bonded with all of them, you were the quietest out of all of them in the group, but they didn’t mind and neither did you.

Everything was fine, you finally had that 'fresh start’, that is until July 4th, the day Jason Blossom went missing.

Everything changed after that.

The group was slowly crumbling apart, everyone was trying to figure out what happened to Jason, and that is why you slowly drifted away.

You did know what happened to him.

Being the quiet girl has its advantages, one being that you were actually really close with the Southside Serpents.

None of your friends knew that however, you kept it a secret, not wanting them to know you weren’t just a girl who went to Riverside High School.

You liked having a dark side that nobody knew about, it made you feel powerful in a way, something you never felt back home.

One night after Jason’s disappearance you decided to sneak out, you wanted to live your 'double life.’

What you didn’t expect when you got there however was to find out the truth about Jason Blossom, the truth that he was actually murdered, and who did it.

From that day on you were constantly on edge around your friends, not wanting to slip up and mention something that could lead them to finding out.

You were a part of the Southside family now, and everyone knows you don’t give up anything about one another.

At school the next day, you were on edge, you tried to play it off as nothing but your friends could definitely tell something was wrong.

“Y/N are you okay?“ Betty asked you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Yeah. Fine.” You muttered, biting your nails nervously.

Betty gave you an unconvinced look, but let it go, continuing to go over possible suspects of Jason’s death with Archie and Veronica.

Jughead however kept watching you, noticing your actions and that you were clearly lying.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, making you jump slightly.

You pulled it out, reading it and immediately standing up and grabbing your stuff, rushing out of the room.

They all gave a look at one another, confused by your sudden outburst and leaving randomly.

Jughead took this as an opportunity to follow you, his curiosity on full speed.

He watched as you rushed into a secluded area, quickly calling someone on the phone and harshly whisper yelling into it.

Once he could tell you had hung up on the phone, he took this as his chance to get some unanswered questions answered.

You were about to leave the room when Jughead walked in, making you freeze in place.

“You know for a while I’ve been wondering about you, maybe it was because you were a new face to town or because you had a different approach towards things, but now.. now I’m wondering if you’re just like everyone else.” Jughead spoke bitterly, closing the door behind him so it was just now you two together.

You shifted uncomfortably, knowing you were in a bad situation and there was no way out.

“I think you know more than your letting on.” Jughead pointed at you accusingly, making you tense up.

“Why would I know anymore than you?” You retorted, crossing your arms.

Jughead let out a sarcastic laugh, giving you goosebumps.

“Because Y/N I’ve been observing you for the past few days, before Jason’s death you were calm and caring, but now.. now you’re constantly on edge and cold.” He tapped his fingers on a desk, watching you for a reaction.

Maybe you had been a bit different since you found out the truth, but who wouldn’t?

“Look Jughead, this is a waste of time, I need to go.” You muttered, rolling your eyes slightly.

This only made Jughead smirk, proving his point.

“Who were you on the phone with Y/N?” He asked bluntly, catching you off guard.

How were you supposed to tell him you were on the phone with his dad?

“A friend from my old hometown.” You lied, not making eye contact with him.

“Why is it that I just don’t believe you?” He walked up to you, his hand on his chin.

“Wish I could tell you.” You muttered, looking at him then at the clock.

“You know Y/N, secrets never last, they always end up coming out whether you want them to or not.” He looked at you challengingly, making your nerves become more intense.

“Look Jughead I have to get to class, we can talk about this some other time.” You pushed past him quickly, rushing out the door, only making his suspicion grow.

After the incident in the class room you became a lot more hesitant to where you made phone calls.

Jughead and you had grown closer ever since then too, you both slowly began to hang out more.

This only made your crush on him grow even more, you couldn’t help but not to like him.

Over the next few days you slowly rejoined the group, they were eager to have you back and catch you up on the new leads they had on Jason’s killer.

You did your best to not spill anything you knew, as hard as it was.

You were walking with Jughead in the hallway one day to The Blue and Gold newspaper room, your shoulders occasionally brushing together.

It wouldn’t be an understatement if you didn’t say that this brought you and Jughead a lot closer together.

Now when you were with him you’d see him smile more and joke around a bit rather than him being serious and uptight all the time.

You both walked into the room, “Great! You’re both here!” Betty exclaimed happily, making Jughead roll his eyes with a smile and you laugh quietly.

Betty had always had a thing for writing, as did Jughead, which is exactly why we were here now, writing for The Blue and Gold newspaper.

“Y/N can you do me a favor and go see what’s taking Veronica so long, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.” Betty questioned, looking through her stack of papers.

“Sure thing, where would she be right now?” You questioned, making Betty stop and think for a moment.

“Probably the gym.” She spoke aloud, nodding and went back to searching through her papers.

You nodded and went off to search for Veronica, you went and checked the gym, not finding her there you checked a few other places.

You finally gave up and started back, you were about to walk in when you heard your name.

“Look you just need to get her to tell you what she knows, she trusts you now Juggie.” Betty whispered, her arms crossed.

“I know I said I’d do this, but that was before I really started liking her Betty.” Jughead sighed, rubbing his face angrily.

“Jug, she knows something and we need to know what it is.” Betty spoke bluntly, making Jughead roll his eyes.

“I can’t keep lying to her Betty, Y/N and I have gotten close and I don’t want to ruin what I have with her.” He crossed his arms, making Betty sigh in annoyance.

Jughead was about to speak again when you walked into the room, an emotionless expression on your face.

They both looked up at you, a look of fear written on their faces.

“I didn’t find Veronica.” You spat bitterly, turning to walk out of the room, but Jughead caught your arm.

“Y/N please let me explain.” He held both your arms gently in his hands, a sorrow expression on his face.

“What’s to explain? That you were pretending to like me so you could find out what I knew?” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Jughead gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, “Y/N it’s not like that.” He tried to explain.

“Isn’t it though?” You jerked your arms away, another tear falling down your face.

“You all were using me, I bet you don’t even want to be friends with me!” You yelled, backing away from the both of them.

“As for you,” You pointed at Jughead, your heart crumbling “I really started to trust you, hell, I was going to tell you how I really felt, but now.. it really doesn’t matter does it?” You questioned, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

You looked at the both of them, a shocked look on their faces, making you shake your head and rush out of the room.

You decided to ditch the rest of school that day, heading to Pop’s diner, sitting in your favorite booth.

You kept getting phone calls and text messages from Jughead and Betty, but you ignored them.

You knew you were being hypocritical since you did know information about Jason, but you couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

You sat in that booth for what felt like hours, you must’ve fallen asleep for a few hours, because when you awoke Jughead was sitting in front of you.

You jumped, startled, you weren’t expecting anyone to be sitting there, let alone Jughead.

“How did you find me?” You muttered, sipping your cup of water.

“It wasn’t that hard, I just knew where to look first.” He replied casually, a small smile on his face.

You nodded slowly, not caring at all.

“What are you doing here Jughead? Here to fake like me to get information?” You spat out bitterly, leaning back against the booth.

He sighed, pulling his beanie off his head and running his fingers through his hair messily.

You couldn’t help but look over his features, he looked even better without his beanie on.

You were too caught up in observing his looks when you made eye contact with  him, a small smirk on his face knowing he busted you.

You gave a small smile, a light blush on your cheeks.

“Listen Y/N, I know you think I only hung out with you to find out information, which I did at first, but the more time I spent with you.. I really started to like you..” He rubbed the back of his neck, before looking at you once more.

You nodded slowly, not once looking away from him, you wanted to hear this, all of it.

“After all the time we’ve spent together, I’ve really grown to care about you.. I like you Y/N.” He smiled, making your insides flutter.

You smiled back, moving your hair behind your ears.

You took a deep breath, clearing your throat before looking back at him.

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I was just too shy to admit it.” You spoke quietly, taking a sip of your water again.

You glanced at Jughead who was smirking to himself, making you choke on your water slightly.

Jughead laughed making your cheeks red.

“I told you secrets never last, I was going to find out what you were hiding eventually.” He grinned, making you tense a bit.

“If that’s true.. then I need to tell you something..” You ran your fingers through your hair nervously.

You were going against everything the Southside stood for, but this was Jughead, he needed to know.

You motioned him to come closer, taking a deep breath before whispering, “I know who killed Jason Blossom.”

That night things changed, Jughead was right, secrets never do last, and they always come out when you least expect it.

Around the Fire

A super-late entry for Day 08 of Phanniemay, “Vacation.” 

“Halle Berry or J.Lo?”

Two voices, in unison. “Halle Berry.”

“Kristen Stewart or Emma Watson?”

“Emma Watson.”

“Scarlet Johansson or Gina Torres?”

“Gina Torres.”

“Morena Baccarin or Natalie Portman?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Geez, Tuck, running through the entire Firely cast?”

“Inara.” Danny and Danielle said. 

Tuck held up his hands in a ‘there you see?’ gesture. 

“I’ve got one.” All eyes went to Valerie, still tending their makeshift grill over the campfire. Looking up with a dangerous, knowing half-smile, she worded out slowly, “Paulina or Star?”

“Paulina,” Danielle replied without hesitation.

Stiff-shouldered and tensely still, Danny glanced warily at Sam. 

“It’s fine, Danny,” she assured him, lips quirked. 

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Marichat May - Day #16 - Flowers

(forgive me for this mess pls)

She should’ve known that it was bad idea from the beginning. Somehow, she could already hear Tikki’s voice telling her, “I told you I didn’t think it was a good idea,” the nicer equivalent of “I told you so.” And Tikki had indeed told her - multiple times- that there had to be better alternatives.

But of course, Marinette didn’t listen. In hindsight, she might have been a bit blinded by the need to see Chat Noir more often. Ever since the first couple of balcony visits, she’d begun looking forward to the sharing of snacks and comfortable conversations with her partner, to the point where she’d feel disappointed whenever he didn’t show.

It was after two weeks of going without a single visit that she decided it was time to do something about it. Although she didn’t quite want to admit it to herself yet, she really had begun to miss him, and his absence was starting to take a toll on her general mood (and apparently her decision-making skills as well).

And so, she went and bought some catnip.

A poorly thought out plan, really. It was only after setting it down amongst the rest of her plants on her balcony did she realize she didn’t know if Chat would even be near the area to notice it, or close he’d need to be to smell it. Or if catnip worked on him at all. She’d been going on a whim that it was a cat tendency that came with the suit, just like purring and pawing seemed to.

At some point she’d tried to let go of all the hope that it would work so that she wouldn’t be faced with blatant disappointment, but couldn’t deny that there was a small part of her that still hoped the plan would work, or that luck would be on her side outside of the suit for once.

By nightfall, the Catnip Plan™ had escaped her mind for the most part, and she was ready to go to sleep even in the face of failure. She’d already closed her eyes and consoled herself with a “maybe tomorrow” when there was a crash.

She’d sat up immediately. There was no mistaking that it was the sound of something breaking.


Her pulse picked up as she moved toward the trap door that led to the balcony and ever so quietly pushed it open. Her expression changed to one of surprise to one of amusement.

The catnip definitely seemed to have worked, alright. Because there was Chat Noir, in his full leather suited glory, rolling around in the special plant on the floor, dirt and all. Marinette carefully stepped out onto the balcony, and eyed the scattered remains of the rest of her plants, the pieces of broken pots and expensive fertilizer and squished flowers.

She crossed her arms, put on a smirk and cleared her throat, gaining Chat’s attention.

“Well, this is quite a mess, isn’t it, kitty?” she said with a hint of a playful tone. Chat suddenly seemed to gain awareness of his surroundings and rushed to stand.

“Princess! I, uh, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” he replied, posture a bit too stiff as he moved to give her hand a kiss.

Marinette only raised an eyebrow and drew her gaze to the mess once again. Chat followed suit, eyes widening as he took in the sight. A dash on pink appeared on his cheeks, all too visible despite the dirt that still clung to his face. She realized how messy he’d gotten, blond locks sticking out every which way and marked with patches of brown.

“Seems like the plan to lure you here with catnip worked fairly well, judging by the way you seem to have crashed straight into it.”

Chat’s eyes widened again at this statement.

“You lured me here with catnip?!” he cried out, before realizing that it was late and he should be keeping his voice down. “Princess, if I’d known you missed me that much I would’ve tried to swing by much sooner.” He was wearing his trademark grin now, with a bit of smugness and appreciation mixed into the expression.

Oh, how Marinette had missed the sight of him and his smile.

“I wish you had,” she whispered, catching herself off guard. She had not meant to say it out loud, and prayed Chat didn’t hear it, but the way his cat ears perked up attentively gave away that he had. His expression softened, grin morphing into a concerned frown, mask furrowing where she assumed his eyebrows would be.

The air suddenly felt ten times more tense that it had a few seconds prior, and Marinette’s stomach churned anxiously as she awaited some kind of response, some kind of sign in his eyes that the words that slipped from her lips might have ruined the relationship they’d both come to form over the past months.

He remained quiet, waiting quietly with patient, oh so beautiful eyes. Eventually, when she saw his lips part to finally reply she spoke first. The conversation he was probably going to start was not one she wanted to have at this moment. Not yet.

“I mean, if you’d dropped by sooner maybe we’d have spared the lives of the rest of my plants, right?” she managed to say, forcing her voice to sound as playful as it had before.

There was a moment of hesitation before Chat followed along with the change in mood. He bent down and carefully picked up a few of scattered, slightly smushed flowers, including a few lavander catnip ones, bunching them together into a makeshift bouquet.

“Is there any way you could possible forgive me, purrincess?” he asked, offering up the bundle of flowers as an apology gift with an expectant smile.

“You’re offering me the evidence of your crimes as a bribe for me to forgive you? Not sure that’s the best way to apologize, kitty, but I’ll accept it nonetheless,” she responded, returning his smile with one of her own and letting him place the “bouquet” into her hands, trying to ignore the way his fingers seemed to linger on her skin.

“How lucky am I to have such a forgiving princess? I’m pawsitive anyone else would just tell me to… leaf them alone.”

“Chat, please don’t start.”

“It’s getting late, isn’t it past your budtime?”

“Chat, I swear-”

“But look at this mess I made!! The florist all dirty now.”


Misreading the Situation

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3300

Request:  Ok I got a Stuart request! How about the reader is Billy’s daughter and she meets Stuart thinks he’s a complete asshole but then Stuart gets drunk and confesses that he loves her in a phone call that was supposed to be to Billy but it actually is placed to the reader then the reader gives Stuart a chance and maybe they get it on idk you take it from there

Author’s Note: This took so long to write and I apologize immensely. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski for looking this over for me! I hope you all enjoy the filthy sin!

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incredible - coming june 21st

Jessica and Harry have known each other for a decade, but they’ve never known each other like this. They’ve never let their eyes linger too long or their hands roam unfamiliar places.

No longer is Harry just the boy who would ride his bike alongside Jessica’s. He’s now the guy who feels too good pressed against her side in the cramped back seat of her parents van.

One school year away shouldn’t have changed so much between the two best friends but it did anyway.

a friends to lovers fic taking place over the summer, told one scene at a time

~Hamilton Fanfic Prompts~

Okay, so I’m going to take requests for the hamilsquad(and TJEFF’s group) and the hamilcast. I’m going to put a list of prompts/ideas. If you want a certain prompt/idea for a certain person comment the number with the person’s name. Also, there will most likely be cussing. Just saying.

I will mark the ones that have been done, but feel free to request them again!

1. “You have got to be shitting me.”
2. “Why did you have to be a smart person?!”
3. “Why in the hell are you drinking at this hour?!”
4. “Awesome……Wow……..”
5. “Take a break dammit!”
6. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
7. “Why are you being so nice to someone like me?”
8. “Dueling is stupid.”
9. “Does Jefferson know?”
10. “Damn, I’d tap that!”
11. “Why is school so boring?”
12. “Je t'aime….”
13. “How did you manage to be this stupid?”
14. “Your hair is so soft!”
15. “Is that even a sport?”
16. “What are you writing about?”
17. “Why do you always stay up so late?”
18. “That’s a stupid rule.”
19. “How are you so pretty?”
20. “What the in the hell are you wearing?!”
21. “How long are we going to be here?”
22. “This is why I love you.”
23. “Stop running so fast!”
24. “Can we keep it?”
25. “Why is that ‘thing’ in my room?”
26. “You are so adorable!”
27. “I’m dying of blood loss…”
28. “We can’t tell my brother!”
29. “It’s not on the lines!”
30. Why do you always have to gang up on me?“
31. "How is your hair better than mine?”
32. “You wanna go!?”
33. “What are you even saying?”
34. “Do that again.”
35. “Hold me back!”
36. “How are you so tall?”
37. “Sharpen my pencil!”
38. “Why are you so serious all the time?”
39. “Nothing’s more contagious than laughter!”
40. “Fuck, these are my only clothes!”
41. “Are those my clothes?”
42. “Don’t touch that!”
43. “Not in that drawer!”
44. “We ate that yesterday!”
45. “My life is ruined…”
46. “Kill me now.”
47. “Don’t just stand there!”
48. “Help me up asshole!”
49. “Just kiss me already!”
50. “I didn’t want you to say goodbye.”
51. “I’ll show you…”
52. “Can you even talk? You’re always so quiet.”
53. “Who are you?”
54. “I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”
55. “Don’t tell me to shut up!”
56. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
57. “I can’t see anything…”
58. “What do you mean you’re from the 19th century?”
59. “I can’t believe I did that…”
60. “Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment?”
61. “What in the hell did you write that for?”
62. “Can you not touch me there please?”
63. “Women have rights too!”
64. “I’m a dead girl walking!”
65. “This is seriously the best play I’ve ever seen!”
66. “Don’t you know how to clean?”
67. “What’s an anime?”
68. “There is so much to teach you.”
69. “Why so flirty all of a sudden?”
70. “Why that song and why right now?”
71. “What kind of snack is that?
72. "Put a shirt on!”
73. “I would bear your children if only you’d let me!”
74. “Are you gonna help me with this or what?”
75. “Pick up all this garbage!”
76. “Is that the best you can do?”
77. “Why are you not wearing any pants!?”
78. “Can you please shut the hell up?!”
79. “We always eat that!”
80. “Happy birthday! Wait it was last week? Happy late birthday!”
81. “Now is the time to stand!”
82. “Why are we debating about this when I’m obviously right?”

83. “There’s basically nothing in the fridge…”
84. “You’re nothing without ____ behind you…”
85. “I’m cracking under all this stress!”
86. “_____, my first friend. My Enemy.”
87. “What is that red stuff on your hands?”
88. “The emperor has no clothes…”
89. “I want to give you a word of warning.”
90. “I don’t know what you heard, but whatever it is ___ started it!”

91. “You can finally speak your mind!”
92. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-OKAY that’s it!”
93. “Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree.”
94. “One last time…”
95. “I may have committed many errors…”
96. “The ever-favorite object of my heart.”
97. “I’m going home!”
98. “Say goodbye…”
99. “What the hell does P.F.U.D.O.R. stand for?”
100. “He’s just a friend!”
101. “I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do…”
102. “I know him!”
103. “They all look small…”
104. “President ____. Yeah right, like that will happen!”
105. “What is this?!”
106. “You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess!”
107. “Unless……”
108. “Um…..Yes?”
109. “At least my papers are orderly!”
110. “Rumors only grow…”
111. “Why is it so quiet?”
112. “I wrote ____ love letters until they fell.”
113. “I can’t seem to die.”
114. “Wait for it!”
115. “That’s one less thing to worry about!”
116. “I’m not here for you!”
117. “God, I hope you’re satisfied!”
118. “Have you read this?”
119. “Be careful with that one love…”
120. “You brought this girl into our bed!”
121. “You’ll catch flies.”
122. “Leave me alone!”
123. “Go away!”
124. “Excuse me!”
125. “Service the customers!”
126. “I’m about to pee on myself! Stop!”
127. “What in the heck kinda app is that?!”
128. “Is that velvet?”
129. “Does your hair smell good?”
130. “Just blowing off some steam.”
131. “I touched the butt…”
132. “What the hell is a weenis?!”
133. “I’m ready, let’s go!”
134. “There’s too much snow!”
135. “Let’s build a lego house!”

You can also give me your own prompt as long as it’s only a one sentence prompt. Please request I’m really bad at coming up with ideas!

[request] [scenario] oops

(the first of many posts !! this sounds choppy bc i wrote this over the course of 3 days lol) 

Title: oops

Member: jeonghan ft. mingyu & wonwoo

Genre: fluff 

Word Count: 934

“Oh, you were coming over today? You didn’t tell me - I would’ve come back sooner,” Jeonghan murmurs, unlacing his shoes. He places his shoes by the hundreds of pairs littering the area by the full shoe rack, and makes his way towards you.

“Mhm,” you hum back, eyes never leaving the TV. “Gyu recorded the newest episode of Master Chef.”

He leans over the top of the couch and kisses your cheek, lingering close for another on his lips. However, you’re too focused on the cooking competition and busy squeezing Mingyu’s arm in anticipation to notice your boyfriend, so he pulls away, unsatisfied.

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Wrong Side (Peter Parker x Reader)

Heeeelllooooo again, people, this is Michelle, coming at you with a brand new Spidey imagine which totally did not take me like 5 months to write and finish. In case you’re wondering why my requests are closed, it’s not because I suddenly got very popular and everyone wanted me to write for them. No, it’s because your girl Michelle here just can’t focus on one thing for a very long time so I will eventually open them up again, just be prepared to not receive the imagine within a couple of weeks. Alright, that’s it. Michelle out.

Fandom: Spiderman, Marvel, Avengers (I guess…?)

Request: Again…just my weird, random mind

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Notes/Warning: Well there’s a fight scene involving superpowers (obviously), sass/snark/whatever you call this, proofread by  @kruemelmonszter-blog 

Word count: 1465 words

Being Tony Starks daughter isn’t easy. It has its ups and downs, but mostly downs, if we’re being honest here. And the fact that said daughter has some cool superpowers given to her by some not so cool scientist didn’t make life that much easier. During Loki’s attack on New York, Hydra decided to take the opportunity while everyone was being distracted by a neglected God trying to turn Earth into his second home. So, they send their best agents, including the Winter Soldier, so this was some big shit for them as you can guess, to kidnap the one and only (Y/N) Stark. When the Avengers rescued her from a secret Hydra base, she, at first, didn’t recognize any of them, but after explaining everything to her and giving her time to get her memories back and remember everything got back to normal. Well, not completely, obviously. With her newly gained, more like injected, powers, (Y/N) needed training and so the team helped her.

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Professor Kwon: Chapter II

Originally posted by jiyonggifs

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 1,942

Chapter: 2/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: None. There won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;))

A/N: Sorry for such a long wait, school has been hectic. However, the third chapter is almost complete so the wait for the next chapter definitely won’t be as long!

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Pairing: Alibaba/Hakuryuu

Rating: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 841

Summary: Alibaba’s sick with a fever.

Author’s Notes:  Shoebby has been sick the past few days and has been missing from school cause of it. I meant to write this a while ago but I only got time this weekend huehue enjoy.

Again I have no idea how to write Hakuryuu. He’s feeling particularly sassy today.

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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.  

Sentence Requests

Here are some request you guys could send me with the person you want it with. 


1.“Your hair is so soft..”
2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”
3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
7. “What? does that feel good?”
8. “Just pretend to be my date.”
9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”
10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”
13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”
14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”
16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”
17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”
18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”
19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”
20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”
21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”
22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”
23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”
24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”
25. “Please talk to me about it.”
26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”
27.  “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”
29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
30. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”
32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”
33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”
34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”
35. “I think I might be pregnant..”
36. “I want to try for a baby.”
37. “You would make the perfect father/mother.”
38. “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.”
39. “I want to marry you.”
40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”
41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”
42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”
43. “What the hell is your problem?!”
44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”
45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”
46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”
47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”
48. “You lost your chance.”
49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”
51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”
52. “Don’t look at me like that.”
53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
54. “I’m done trying to help you!”
55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”
56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”
57. “It isn’t up for debate.”
58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”
59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”
60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”
61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”
62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”
63. “Is this how little you think of me?”
64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”
65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”
66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”
67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”
68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”
69. “We can be friends instead.”
70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”
71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”
72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”
73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”
74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”
75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”
76. “It feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”
77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”
78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”
79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”
80. “But you promised..”

Exam Season

Group: Seventeen

Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1,359

A/N: I hate exams but I love Lee Chan so all is good. Also I have a 4 hour exam tomorrow so writing this helped me relax about that a little. 

If there’s one thing the world can agree on, it’s that final exams are the worst. They’re stressful, agonizingly long, and usually completely different from the curriculum itself. That’s why sitting at your desk, just waiting for the testing period to start was a living hell.

“Why did I even sign up for this class?”, you groaned, asking no one in particular, while hunched over your desk.  

“Because it’s a required course, you literally have to take it”,  your best friend Chan chimed in,  his seat was conveniently right behind yours.

“Did I ask you”, you said as you sat up and turned around in your seat, your gaze meeting his familiar warm brown eyes.

“I’m honestly not sure who you were talking to at first, but I figured I’d respond so the rest of the class wouldn’t think you’d snapped on finals day and had resorted to talking to yourself”, he clapped back effortlessly.

From an outsider’s perspective, they may think that you two don’t get along, but your relationship is exactly the opposite. You and Chan had met in elementary school. He was a timid and observant child and didn’t really try to make friends with anyone, ironically, for fear of not getting along with the other kids. In the eyes of bullies, this made him an easy target. But only until you transferred to this elementary school, after moving to a new neighborhood.  On your first day at this new school, you didn’t get one step into the classroom before you had heard a nasally voice yell, “Who would want to be friends with an annoying kid like you?”. You managed to force your way through the crowd of kids, and walked directly up to the child being picked on. He was looking down and it seemed that if anything, he just wanted to disappear. You grabbed his hand with yours, and shouted at the crowd, “I’m Y/N, and I want to be his friend, so back off!”. His head snapped up in shock and he looked at you like you were the entire world. After that, kids didn’t pick on him anymore, and you both weren’t really included, but to the two of you it didn’t matter, because you had each other.

Ever since that moment, you’d been inseparable. Even in middle school, when most friendships break and people drift apart, you both held on strong. It was you two against the world from a young age, and nothing about that had changed.

All this was great, but the more prevalent thought in your mind was your impending doom, the exam. No amount of studying ever helps anyone suppress the feeling of anxiety that testing brings.

Unless you’re Chan, because he seemed to be doing just fine. You turned around to glance at your best friend. He was staring at something in front of him, but his mind was obviously in another place.

“Chan?”, you called him, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Hmm?”, he hummed, blinking a few times to get out of whatever trance he was in.

“Aren’t you nervous at all?”, you asked quietly, eyes focused on the ground, your anxiousness obvious by the tone of your voice.

“Give me your hands”, he said gently. You complied and he laced his fingers with yours, and his eyes meeting yours. “You have to remember that this is only a test. It is one moment of stress in your very long life, and it’ll be over before you know it. All you can do at this point is do your best, so give it your all and don’t worry about what comes after, okay?”

“Thank you, Chan”, you said, smiling up at him.

“Okay class, testing will now begin”

Your smile dropped. All your anxiousness began to creep back into you, but before you could revel too deeply in negative thought, someone have your hands a tight squeeze. You glanced up to see Chan looking at you like a worried mom. You’d forgotten your smaller hands were still laced together with his larger ones. He leaned over his desk until his face was right up next to yours.

“You can do this. I know you can do this”, he whispered gently into your ear, his breath tickling your cheek. You nodded and squeezed his hands back, before letting go and turning around to face the front.

He was right, you could do this. You just had to give it your best shot.

“God, did you see question eleven? Our teacher told us not to worry about that unit because it wouldn’t be on the test. But there it was. On the test”, you ranted to Chan as you two walked home from school together. You’d both finished the exam in the time frame given, and the stress and nervousness was practically gone. It was however, replaced with general exhaustion, and annoyance over some of the harder questions of the exam.

“At least it’s all over. We don’t have to worry about it anymore”, he said.

“Yeah you’ve got a point, there”, you replied, stopping in front of your house. “Well, I’ll see you later, Chan!”

“If by ‘see you later’ you mean you’ll see me right now until later, then yes. Are you telling me you don’t want to hang out?”, he asked, not actually upset, just teasing you like he always has. Unbeknownst to you, who spent most of the exam worrying about the exam, Chan spent most of the exam worrying about you.

“Are you inviting yourself over just to eat all the food in my house again”, you teased back.

“That was one time! And I’m a growing boy okay, I’ve got to eat a lot to get taller”, he said, defending himself.

“First off, you’re already fairly tall. And second, are we gonna bicker on my porch all day or actually go inside?”, you prompted, unlocking your front door and stepping in, Chan following soon behind you. After kicking if your shoes, you wondered what Chan had in mind.

“So what do you want to do?”, you asked, not having anything planned in advance due to the surprise factor of this visit.  

“Movie marathon?”, Chan suggested, shooting finger guns at you. How classy.

“Oh, absolutely”, you agreed, doing finger guns back at him.

“Let’s go then”, he said, swinging his arm casually over your shoulders and guiding you to the living room.  He knew where everything was in your house, having been there over the years more times than you could count.

“Here, I’ll get the movie set up and everything and you make the popcorn”, you suggested, plopping yourself down on the couch.

“What am I, your chef? But fine, I’ll do it”, he reluctantly agreed, making his way into the kitchen.

“And it better not be burnt, Chef Chan!”, you called from the couch, earning you a cute giggle from him that rang all through the house.

You had set the movie up and decided rather than pausing, you’d just let the previews play through until Chan came back with popcorn. Your eyes began to droop, though, and before you knew it, you’d fallen asleep. Shortly after, Chan came back into the living room, giant bowl of popcorn in hand, stopping when he saw your sleeping figure. Sighing, he set the popcorn down on a side table by the couch, and sat down next to you, careful not to wake you up.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”, he mumbled to himself. He reached out, brushing the hair out of your face. Feeling bold, and pretty tired himself, he pulled you into his lap, and gently resting your head on his shoulder.

“I said let’s watch a movie but if you were this exhausted you should’ve told me”, he said softly to you, not expecting a reply.

“That’s alright though, I would’ve preferred this anyway”, he concluded to himself, and snuggled up to you, you both falling asleep to the sound of a movie that neither of you really cared about. You cared about each other more.

ronan ‘oh my god im so in love with adam parrish what is happening to me’ lynch
  • idc what u say ronan honestly gets BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STOMACH every time adam enters the room
  • yes its true u heard it here folks; stubborn tough angry ronan lynch gets Butterflies from sweet charming studious adam parrish
  • and when adam talks to him and lets his henrietta accent slip in ????? oh shit Oh McFreakin Shit thats the end of ronan lynch rest in pieces
  • sometimes it’ll just be him and adam at monmouth or st. agnes when everyone else is who knows where, and it’ll be all normal and casual for adam but ronan’s heart is thumping out of his chest and his hands are shaking and oh my god what is happening to me
  • ronan is probably the first person to tell adam he loves him. i dont care if its before or after they get together, in a seemingly platonic way or known romantic way, but its happening
  • like, adam knows his friends love him, know they’d die for him, of course, but ronan is the first person to actually vocalize all these things to him. he tells him how loved and important he is and oh god, adam, please dont die, for me i wouldn’t survive without you, i’ve loved you for ages, please adam—
  • give me desperate and vulnerable ronan lynch who’s aching all over and pours his heart out to adam, can barely even look him in the eye because he loves him so much it Hurts
  • u wanna know why ronan isnt doing so well in his classes ??? huh ?? u wanna Know ??? ? i’ll tell u why its because he spends every damn class period staring. at. adam’s. hands.
  • “ronan did u memorize the latin vocab?”
  • hell fuckin no he did not he memorized the shape of adam parrish’s hands thats what he did
  • adam writing/taking notes is its own pure form of art ok trust me on this 100% ronan lynch approved
  • ronan’s life motto: ‘talk shit (about adam parrish), get hit (by me)’
  • ok but really
  • ronan honestly loves adam so much adam’s like some sort of beacon to him, some sort of hope and happiness and light and everything about him makes ronan believe in religion as long as that religion includes adam parrish
  • ronan would follow adam into the deepest pits of hell he’d do anything for him if adam even gave the slightest notion of wanting something
  • he dreams him stuff he needs all the time but w/out adam knowing?? like if he notices adam broke his pencil in class by accident, guess which aglionby student with a henrietta accent has a new pack of pencils in his bag the next day
  • even the smallest things tho ??? like razor blades or new shoelaces. ronan is the Official™ provider of Things That Make Adam’s Life Less Difficult Than It Already is
  • i bet ronan lies awake in his bed at night wondering if a boy like adam parrish could ever love him back
  • i bet he can’t even think about adam going away for college and leaving him behind, not seeing him everyday or getting him to laugh and do stupid things with him 
  • :( what a fuckin nerd
  • ronan is such a Mean Tough Guy until he’s around adam and then he turns into Soft Needy Puppy
  • disgusting. filth
    !!!!!!!!!!! EN D ME!
  • ok listen. i dont know how when or why but sometimes ronan just gets really affectionate and lowkey clingy and will just get a sharp dose of nostalgia when he sees adam in the kitchen or something and be like ‘how did i get so lucky’
  • and he’ll go up to adam from the side (never behind, he doesnt want to make adam jump or flinch) and gently wind his arms around adam’s waist and bury his face in adam’s neck
  • and adam’s hands will come up to ronans back and they’ll just stand there holding each other like the gross ass nerds they are
  • before they get together ronan PINES. and i mean like, hard.
  • ronan will be bouncing his knee or some shit and adam will put his hand on his knee to get ronan to stop and ronan literally just freezes. 
  • but also :(( sometimes ronan will pull back because he doesnt want to overwhelm adam
  • like, adam will grab his shoulder or something to get his attention and ronan will pull away as if he’s been burned and oh god he doesnt think these things through, does he, because he’d do anything not to see that look of rejection and confusion on adam’s face, and all he wants to do is jump on him and kiss him but he cant
  • ronan worships every little thing about adam. all of his quirks and habits, his likes and dislikes. ronan knows everything just by listening to adam and observing him
  • he knows adam can fend for himself and doesnt need to be protected but there will always be some small part of him that will go to any lengths to keep him from ever getting hurt and keeping him out of danger
  • ronan always has to make sure adam is okay. always. if they’re leaving cabeswater or something and they’re all walking back to the pig to drive home, and adam is looking particularly worn out and distressed, ronan will discreetly walk up to him and just be like ‘u ok parrish?’ and its not until adam gives him a teeny tiny smile and nods that ronan is satisfied
  • everything adam does is just amazing to ronan. every little thing. so precious and heartwarming and it makes him so dizzy because how can he be this in love 
  • and how can someone so radiant love a mess like him
  • but he does, and thats all that matters

anonymous asked:

Natan and “I thought you were dead.” “So did I” because I have no soul.

yeah you clearly have no soul you goddamn heathen why would you send this in

this isn’t gonna go the way you think this is

The first thing that comes out of her mouth is, “Your hair got longer.”

Lucifer’s blank expression cracks only long enough that she can see that ever so familiar glint of ‘are you crazy, girl?’ in his eyes before it’s smoothed over.  His hand flies up to tug at the strands of inky blank hair that brush against his shoulders.  “Yeah.  No time to cut it,” he replies.

Natalie slides her thumb under the clip of her pen, pressing her nail up against it.  It keeps her from moving her hands around - her tell, according to Lucifer - and doing something she’ll regret, like throwing her book at his head and screaming at him until her throat is raw.  It will not be the first time she’s done it over him.

(Her nails bleed and chip as she digs through rubble for his broken body, screamingscreamingscreaming until Michael pulls her away.

“Nononono! Lucifer, Michael, I need to find him! Luci-Lucifer! Lucifer! No! Lucifer!”)

The clip snaps off and jerks her out of her reverie.  She stares at the broken metal and clears her throat.  “I thought you were dead.”

“So did I,” he says.  There’s something about the way he says it that has Natalie wondering who he’s talking about - him or her.  Will this have been the second time she’s died for him, or is he thinking about Vegas?

Natalie stands up, wincing.  Her back still aches months after the incident, but less so since she’s started her rounds of physiotherapy.  Weight lifting accident is her excuse.  It’s only half a lie.

“What took you so long?”

“Complications with dad,” Lucifer says.  Natalie watches him shift his weight to his other hip and roll his shoulders back.  His tell, not that she’ll ever let him know about it.  

Six months ago, his hair was short.  Six months ago, he would have probably stolen her book from her and plopped down on her bed like it was his own upon coming home.  Six months ago, she would have knocked his knees apart and cradled herself between his legs.  Six months ago, she would have rambled on about everything and anything until he gave up reading because there’s no point in trying to read when you won’t shut up, girl.

(Six months ago, she would have challenged him to shut her up.)

But this isn’t six months ago and there’s a weight in the air and a distance between them that can’t be breached no matter how tightly she presses her body to him, so she stops just short of their toes touching and finally looks him in the eye.

Did you miss me? Did you think of me? You could have sent MichaelRaphaelGabrielUrielPaxFelixaletteranything.  Why did it take six months? Are you still hurt? I missed you, did you miss me? What happened? 


“We should get your hair cut,” she says quietly, a smile settling on her face.  It doesn’t feel forced, for once.  

“…so long as you don’t make me get a mullet,” Lucifer agrees.  “And you get one, too.” His hand lifts up to hover near the side of her face before dropping. 

It’s a start.

puppy love

ok so forever ago i made this post, and i finally got around to writing it today! shoutout to @bashfulisak for helping me get unstuck :’)


The one downside Even saw to moving out and living alone was, well, being alone. He hadn’t quite realized how much social interaction he had taken for granted before, from the light banter with his mom in the kitchen, to the soft cuddles on the couch with Leo, the wonderful pupper who his mom unfortunately couldn’t bear to part with.  

“I can’t possibly let two of my children leave at the same time,” she had exclaimed when Even proposed taking Leo with him. So Even had headed to his new apartment with a broken heart and a pet store phone number scribbled on a piece of scrap paper.

Sighing to himself, Even pulled out his phone and punched in the number. Even though no dog could ever replace Leo, he admittedly could use a companion. The phone rang twice before it was picked up by a girl who Even immediately decided was not the type to mess around with.

“Thank you for calling the Furry Friends Pet Store, this is Sana speaking.  How can I help you?”

“Um hi, I was just wondering–” Even started before being interrupted by an alarming crash from the other end of the line.

Even heard a muffled, “oh my God, Isak how many times do I have to tell you not to play with the dogs inside?” The girl, Sana apparently, then turned her attention back to Even. “If you’ll excuse me, sir, I’m going to have to let you go. We’re open until seven if you’d like to call back later. Have a nice day!”

 With that, the phone was slammed down. Even took a moment to shake himself out of his bewilderment. Despite the unusual nature of the phone call, both of his questions had been answered. He now knew that 1) the shop would be open for another three hours, and 2) they definitely had dogs. Grabbing his keys and his coat, Even started towards the pet store.


A bell tinkled above Even’s head as he pushed open the door of the shop and took in the utter chaos before him. It was now evident that the crash he had heard on the phone was the sound of a display of dog toys being knocked over. There were bones, and tennis balls, and squeaking stuffed animals littered all over the floor, and the few dogs that had managed to get out of the playpen were having a field day. In fact, the only one who appeared to be having no fun at all was the rather disgruntled looking boy trying to clean up.

 Even cleared his throat subtly, grabbing the boy’s attention. He was the cutest thing Even had ever laid eyes on. If people were dogs, he would be a golden retriever with those wide eyes, and unruly blonde curls, and that adorable button nose. The sound of the boy’s voice brought Even back to reality.

 "Hi!“ The blonde said, straightening his back with his arms full of toys. “Sorry for this, uh-” he clears his throat. “Mess. How can I help you?”

 "I just came to look around,“ Even smiles a bit. "But I can see you guys are having a bit of trouble. I can come back tomorrow–”

 "No! Well, I can try and help you right now?“ The younger boy offers, walking over to the shelf behind him and begins placing the toys back where they belong. "Like, a certain animal? Certain breed?”

 Even chuckles as the boy becomes a bit flustered, “Just a dog. Preferably a golden retriever.”

 "Dogs. Gotcha. Follow me,“ the boy responds as he finishes putting away the toys and starts walking down an aisle that leads to a small area in the back and Even can see the boy’s shoulders relax once the tiny whimpers come into earshot.

 "Well, we only have puppies. The golden retrievers are over here,” the boy says as Even follows him to the small pen. “But we have plenty other dogs, like labs and beagles and such.”

 Even nods, “Thanks. I’ll just look for a few minutes.”

 "Cool. I’ll just be over here,“ the boy gestures towards another pile of small bags of dog food that need to be put away.

 Even winks, "Gotcha,” and he holds back a grin as he sees the boy’s cheek light up a bright red.

 After a few minutes of just playing with the pups, Even stands from his squatting position and heads back towards the front of the store. He notices the boy again and walks over to him, clearing his throat, making the boy jump a little, “Did you find one you liked?”

 "Yeah, but I think I’ll just come by tomorrow to come and get it. Do you work tomorrow?“

 "Why? There are plenty other people in the store that can help, like Sana–” the boy rushes a bit.

 "Well, do you?“

 The boy coughs, shifting on his feet, crossing his arms, "Yeah, but I’m not sure when.”

 "Do you have paper and a pen?“

 The boy raises an eyebrow, shrugging, "Yeah, over here by the counter.”

 Even and the boy walk over, Even in front of the counter as the boy pushes a pad and pen towards him but Even shakes his head, “Can you write down your number so you can text me when you work?”

 The boy stares, his cheeks getting redder by the second and with shaky hands, he takes the pen and scribbles down his number and hands it to Even, “Well, here. I guess I’ll text you when I work.”

 Even grins as he hears the questioning in the boy’s voice, looking down at the paper and notices the name ‘Isak Valtersen’ scribbled underneath the digits. “Well, thank you Isak. See you tomorrow!”

 And with that, Even waved, walking out of the store. Even though Even may not have left with an actual dog, he left with Isak Valtersen’s number, which was arguably even better.

The Obvious Secret

Location: Sylb & Ojene’s home, La Noscea, Mist
POV: Sylbfohc Ostulmsyn

tl;dr – a major Sylb & Ojene spoiler (that you should probably definitely read)

Rain had finally reached the house, its cascading ovation on the roof filling the dark, candle-lit room with a cozy padding of ambient sound. I sat at the window, reclined in a comfortable sprawl the long way on our wide, roegadyn sized couch. Ojene was snuggled up to my side, her arm draped around my middle and her head nestled above the crook of my shoulder. I could feel her breath against my neck, the slow, even, deep breathing of one long since asleep, and I smiled, feeling my eyes go soft. Her hair, always so neat and precisely pinned, loosened into a pinless splay of soft, graying ribbons when we were alone, two of which snuck over her temple and spilled onto her cheek. Her brow, so active with thought when she was awake, completely serene and unmoving, a tiny wrinkle set between them. More delicate wrinkles fanned from her eyes, framing the minute motion of dreams beneath her lids. Even in the softness of sleep, they held an intelligent awareness, ready to open at the slightest sign of danger. Though, in my arms, with the scent of my shirt filling her thoughts, she’d likely sleep through Titan himself peeling back our roof. The thought shook a quiet laugh from my chest and she smiled faintly in response, her lips twitching at the corners before fading back into the neutrality of sleep. My heart filled to bursting.

I’d loved this face for so long. Known it for even longer. Suffered at its disappearance. Ached for its return. Begrudged its presence in my dreams. Tried to forget, but could never let go. I’d studied the scattering of its freckles with dogmatic focus, finding in them as much meaning as a map to the heavens – like patterns of starlight, pointing forever to home.

And now, here we were. Home, at last.

Careful not to disturb her, I slipped my hand out from behind my head and smoothed it gently over her hair, my fingers tucking errant strands behind the point of her ear. We’d not had it easy, she and I. For decades we’d struggled through racism, war, separation, death – through hidden lives and secret meetings, circumstances to grave to let us be together. Hands always reaching but never holding, grasping but never finding purchase. We were a dead end that neither could stop circling, turning ‘round and ‘round in an effort to find a way forward. And, fuck, am I glad that neither decided to turn back.

She, no longer running, her hunters gone. I, no longer helpless to protect her. We, no longer a secret, finally together out in the open. I drew my nose through her hair and brushed a soft kiss in its tresses, drinking in her scent like I might never do so again. Old habits die hard. Yet, it didn’t cast a lump in my throat as it once had, always on the last night together before she would leave again. There was no sadness now. No dull ache. No tightness of chest or preemptive flutter of panic for her safety. No.

Instead, my chest swelled with joy, a quiet pride mingling with the humility of knowing that this could have never been. This. Us. Her as my wife, and I her husband. But there was something more, something greater. Something I’d given up on long ago. I smoothed my hand over her belly, a sense of wonder erupting through my fingertips as they met the subtly round, but distinct, bump there. Our secret, kept successfully for 6 moons – through the Lominsan bombings and my stifling over protection, through Ojene’s lack of drinking and avoidance of risks, through the sudden increase of her overall discomfort and need for a cane, through her gradual wardrobe accommodations… Our child, growing day by day.

“Hello, you,” I murmured through a smile, my breath disturbing Ojene’s hair. It couldn’t hear me from here, of course, but I didn’t let that hinder me. “Someday,” I whispered, “you an’ I’ll watch the storms roll in from the sea together, like I do with yer mah.” I closed my eyes and kissed Ojene’s forehead, as much kissing the wee one as I was her. A flutter of movement fluted briefly against my fingers, its touch so light I almost didn’t catch it. With a quiet gasp, I opened my eyes and huffed a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I looked down at the spread of my hand over Ojene’s pregnant belly, half expecting to see a tiny kick from beneath her nightshirt. “Maybe ye can hear me after all!” I laughed as quietly as I could manage, blinking against the prick of sudden wetness in my eyes. I hadn’t felt it move before. “Well,” I brushed a kiss in Ojene’s hair. “Ye get that from your mah. I can’t hear for shite.”

Thunder rumbled sleepily overhead, drawing me back into reverent silence. Ojene stirred but did not wake, a content sigh parting her faintly smiling lips. I closed my eyes and drew a long, expansive breath in through my nose, cradling the immense tenderness I felt to my heart of hearts.

Our future was full – fuller than I’d had any right to hope for, and I’d not take it for granted.

@elibraddock@lorelei-braddock​ – and now you know why Lorelei’s condition was so ironic! D:

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