Do you think when Mor has a nightmare

She goes to Azriel’s room because she knows he goes to bed very very late but really Mor wakes him up every night with her knock and he just pretends that he’s awake so she’ll keep coming to him when she dreams of her old life in the Court of Nightmares and they sit down together on his couch and he wraps her in a quilt and makes her a hot chocolate with two marshmallows because he knows that’s exactly how she likes it and she tells him about her nightmare and he whispers to her that she’s here now and safe with her new family and she falls asleep with her head on his lap but always leaves before morning and they never talk about it but it happens every night

In a dark, windowless room.
  • Mashima: Huh? What is this? Where am I?
  • Me: Good morning sensei, I'm glad you're awake.
  • Mashima: Why am I tied to a chair? Could you please untie me? I'm begging you!
  • Me: Sure, no problem, you just gotta promise me something first.
  • Mashima: Well if there's anything I can do to repay you then sure.
  • Me: Well I need you to make my ships canon as soon as possible, starting with NaLu and Gruvia, and then maybe Jerza and Gajevy.
  • Mashima: I... I'm very sorry, but I can't do that.
  • Me: Well yeah, sure, not right away, you'll need to start building it now so maybe in 30-40 chapters or so they can confess their...
  • Mashima: That is not what I meant.
  • Me: What do you mean?
  • Mashima: I'm very sorry, but I can't tell you, it will ruin the tension.
  • Me: Tell me right now! Otherwise I won't let you see daylight ever again.
  • Mashima: Well... you leave me no choice then. You might not be ready to hear this now, but Natsu will end up with Lisanna, his childhood sweetheart.
  • Me: What?! That can't be! She's hardly relevant anymore, she and Natsu barely interact!
  • Mashima: Well that's a technique I've been using to take the fans by surprise.
  • Me: But... Lucy! She'll be heartbroken!
  • Mashima: Lucy is actually part celestial spirit, she's bound to join her friends and end up with Loke.
  • Me: You can't do this to me! What about the rest of my ships? Gruvia will be canon, right?!
  • Mashima: Well, Jellal ends up dying, like Sieghart in Rave, and Erza starts developing feelings for Gray, which he accepts in the end. Juvia on her turn, finally returns Lyon's love for her.
  • Me: No! My Gruvia! Jerza!
  • Mashima: And Levy uses a forbidden magic, turning her to stone. Gajeel dedicates his life to reverse the spell, swearing to never love another woman ever again.
  • Me: Why must you do this to me?!
  • Mashima: It's for your own good. All the couples I presented so far were deceptions, shallow stereotypes perceived by society. My goal is to educate the fans, teach them of the true meaning of friendship and love.
  • Me: So me loving my ships has been wrong all along?
  • Mashima: Yes, that's right.
  • Me: No, that can't be true! Natsu and Lucy are precious cinnamon rolls, I must protect them. Their feelings for each others are true.
  • Mashima: You must open your eyes to the truth.
  • Me: No! You lie to me! I can feel it! Why?! Why are you saying that?! Haven't we been faithful to you sensei?!
  • Mashima: .... You're right, I lied to you, that's not the reason I do all that.
  • Me: Then why?!
  • Mashima: It's because... I enjoy trolling you.
  • Me: You what?
  • Mashima: Your tears are delicious. I cannot make a couple canon before I thoroughly maximized my satisfaction from tantalizing the fans.
  • Me: You leave me no choice.
  • Mashima: Oh please, what could you possibly do? You can hardly survive a week without a chapter, you'll have to eventually let me go.
  • Me: You're right, but before that, you'll know terror.
  • Mashima: You... You'll regret that! I'll post a chapter with an Ichiya x Erza color cover!
  • Me: Oh, it's worse than that, far worse than a horde of yaoi fangirls.
  • Mashima: No! What could be worse than never ending demands of Gratsu and Stingue?!
  • Me: I'm releasing... the delusional crack shippers!
  • Mashima: No! Anything but that! Bixanna makes no sense! And Jura x Flare was a joke! Plus Lyon and Meredy never even talked to... argh! Stop them! Make it stop!!!
I wish you could just send me one last text. Something that could break me and make me regret what I did. Why haven’t you done that? Why is it that I always stare at my phone and waiting for you to tell me….you did this yourself I can’t believe you build me up and tore me down like nothing!! I can’t close my eyes late nights thinking you’re awake, waiting to send me something so heart breaking. I deserve every harsh words from your heart. Why don’t you come give me a finishing blow? I’m suffering because I choose the wrong lover and I need you to end my suffering. I know it’s to late now and you have every right to be so hateful towards me. I don’t want you to go on and harbor that bitterness to the next guy. I fucking wish I could of told you I loved you sooner before all this happen. That last night we had together before I walked you to your car door gently releasing you from holding you so close before You had to go. When i stared into you’re eyes and said text me when You get home. Right fucking there I wanted to say I love you, I loved you so fucking much and it’s a never ending fucking loop of that night I let you drive away for the last time not knowing that would be that last time I would see you. Please, what’s keeping you from this?

5/100 | 3 January 2016 | 1:46 AM

      Hello all. The top picture is of my desk in my room, which I desperately need to clean. I finally got my room back, and let me tell you.. it is a mess. These past few days have been so loud at my house and I’ve only been able to study at night until the morning so not only is my room a mess, but so am I. Right now I’m watching Princess Mononoke (screaming inside with joy) while doing revisions on an old act test I took. TIP: If you are pulling an alnighter try to do a face mask or something to not only keep you awake, but to also treat your skin. Staying up all night damages your skin so much, so why not treat it well while you study? 


I just get so excited! Anna saying delicate boys must be protected got me thinking that yeah all of the S4 are so delicate in different ways (not so sure about Christopher I’m never sure about Christopher he’s just strange… and amazing!). And Anna feels like she must protect them?! Right in the feels! I wanted to say lots of things to you while going through the pictures but I can recall nothing now. UGHH! Sona Sona! SONA a character I know nothing about so exciting! And Matthew drinks?! Why do these boys awake the motherly feels in me every.single.time. 

And oh my god Anna can seduce anyone??? She’s picking up on her grandpas! Edmund was so flirty! But is it wrong to compare her to Benedict? I mean he must have been quite seductive himself to attract all those ladies. Even if they were demons. No? Or maybe it’s just the Linette in her :D And you know I’ll maybe even come to like Alastair if he wears that green suit and that face in the books even if he’s so damn unlikeable xD Lucie seems to have fallen hard for some boy in the forest… ugh curiosity is eating me up! I’m not gonna make any questions even though I desperately want to because I love you and I don’t want to pressure you. My mom wanted me to say to you that she approves of the model you picked for Thomas, the curly haired one. I just wanted to send you this message to tell you how much I love this pinterest thingy. It’s fulfilling without giving stuff away. You must love it too :) Anyways, I’m seeing some epic friendships coming our way: Lucie/Cordelia, S4 and every combination between them, Anna/S4. Lots of sibling interaction too! I’m thrilled♡ — lxdynerissa

I know, right? I have a terrible Pinterest obsession these days. It feels like being able to tell a story in pictures, and pictures leave a lot to be interpreted, so it both doesn’t lock me into anything and doesn’t give too much away. I have a Last Hours board and a Dark Artifices one.

I do think Anna thinks the boys are in need of protection. (I like calling them S4, the Shadowhunter Four, though this only may make sense to those who have watched Boys over Flowers — the whole trope of four boys who are friends is a fascinating one that you see over and over again — The Raven Boys being one I think is on everyone’s mind these days!)  Too idealistic, too much play, not enough Shadowhuntering. Of course, that’s about to change in Last Hours.

I don’t think Anna is much like Benedict. Anna is charming — Benedict had power. Power is its own unpleasant sort of aphrodisiac, but it only works on certain people. Matthew’s admiration of Anna is based on her personal magnetism, not so much what people think she can do for them.

Topp Dogg: When he comes home late and finds you sleeping on the couch only wearing your underwear.

Oh god I just love how popular this particular reaction has gotten. But thank you for liking my blog so much! And you are very welcome, I hope you enjoy and I hope you have a happy holiday!


P-Goon: *Leans over your face* [Y/n]? Are you awake? Heeellllooo?~ Nope, she’s/he’s gone…Shame, I was looking forward to what she/he had in mind.

Jenissi: Hope you don’t mind but a few of the guys have to–SORRY GUYS BUT YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN–GOOD LUCK!!! *Shoves them out of house* 

Seogoong: *Walks towards you* Do you have any idea how cruel you’re being to me right now? 

Gohn: Why do you have to be such a tease?–And you’re wearing my favorites combination…I could just run my hands along her/his–No! Stop thinking that way! 

Hojoon: Is my vision just getting bad or are you really naked? *Adjusts glasses* Nope, you’re naked, defiantly naked.

Kidoh: *Takes out markers* I have a lot of surface area to work with…Now, do I start with the face or the body?

Sangdo: *Takes out camera* I’ll remember to ask you about this in the morning–and I’ll take evidence just in case you try to deny.

Nakta: *Stops at the doorway* How long have you been sleeping like that? And with the door unlocked? What if someone walked in and saw you?!

Hansol: *Walks in with a drink* Hey [Y/n], *Brings drink up to his mouth* I’m hoo–*misses straw* ooo– *misses again* ….ome. *gets straw* Just keep drinking Hansol, and appreciate the site given to you.

B-Joo: Hey babe I’m back,are you still up–*Freezes* Apparently not–and you’re naked… *Looks around* Am I on a hidden camera right now?

Xero: *Sighs and bites lip* Fight the temptation Xero, she’s/he’s asleep and you should let her/him sleep…For now.

A-Tom: I know what your doing–AND I’M NOT GOING TO FALL FOR IT!! *Runs away to bedroom* 

Yano: I like what I am seeing, good job [Y/n]! Next time though, I suggest you try staying awake.


It’s The Least I Can Do

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Bucky x Reader

Request by Anonymous:  Can I have a Bucky X reader? With some fluff at the end… Love your stories 😊

Word Count: 436

A/N: I am so so sorry this took so long to get up. School was very stressful this week for me. Enjoy!

Someone shook you awake, and you groaned, desperately clinging to the last bit of sleep you could get. Blinking, the blurry face leaning towards you became clearer with each blink. You weren’t really sure why your boyfriend was waking you up at that ungodly hour, but you weren’t particularly thrilled about it. “Bucky why?” you inquired, hoping to go back to sleep.

“It’s a surprise.” Bucky grinned, and you groaned. Yes, you loved him, but right now you just wanted to sleep and for Bucky to go back to being your pillow. Bucky pouted, and you groaned, throwing the covers off of your body. After getting dressed, you followed Bucky to a car in the garage in the tower. He opened the door and made sure you got in the car before getting in on the driver’s side.

You fell back asleep shortly after Bucky pulled onto the interstate, and woke up a few hours later, on a highway now. “Are we almost there, Buck?” you yawned, stretching as much as you could in the car seat. He looked over at you and smiled.

“Almost.” You just nodded sleepily and went back to sleep, hoping by the time you woke back up, you would be wherever Bucky was dragging you. You were woken up by the car stopping, and Bucky’s door opening. Looking up, you saw a huge cabin. Eyebrows raising, you shook your head. If he spent a bunch of money renting a cabin, you weren’t going to be happy with him. Grinning, Bucky opened your door with a grand gesture.

“Mi’lady.” You laughed and took his hand, walking with him up to the cabin, through the front door, and into the kitchen. You gasped when you saw an elaborate meal set up on the table. Tears welled in your eyes. You couldn’t believe Bucky had done all of this for you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” his hands caressed your arms, rubbing up and down to comfort you.

“I just I-,” your voice broke, “I can’t believe anyone would do all of this for me.” Bucky’s expression softened.

“You should believe it. You deserve the world, and I just try to give you whatever I can. It’s the least I can do.” You kissed him before he could say anything else. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your figure, pulling you close, and exploring your mouth with his tongue. After a few minutes of passion, you pulled away, giving him a bashful grin.

“Let’s eat.” The two of you ate the huge dinner Bucky had prepared for you, just enjoying each other’s company at your perfect weekend retreat.


Pairing: Luke and Y/N

Rating: F for fluffy af

Requested: Yes

anon: can you do a luke blurb where you 5'1 and extremely insecure about your height?

anon: Luke blurb where you super short and insecure?

Here we go! (Enjoy this cute gif of Luke)

“You’re really fucking lucky I don’t feel like getting up right now or else I would smack you.” You threatened as Luke laughed. He just smacked you on the back with a pillow to wake you up. A glance at the clock showed it was 8:09 in the morning so why was he even awake to begin with?

“Like you could even reach my face!” Luke taunted before bursting into another fit of laughter. You inwardly cringed and curled your knees up to you. Truth be told you hate the height difference you both had. You barely reach 5 feet while Luke was a whopping 6 feet and 4 inches; a whole foot taller than you. It didn’t bother you much until someone stopped Luke and complimented how sweet he was for taking out his ‘little sister’ on Valentine’s Day. You never felt more insulted in your life, well that was until Luke just made that comment.

“No snarky remark? Have I finally beaten the princess at her own game?” He continued to jab at you, a smile still spread on his face. When you didn’t respond again his smile slowly went away and he sat on the bed to get a good look at you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Why did you have to bring my height into this? You know how I feel about that!” You snapped at him. 

Luke sighed and laid down, trying to pull you close to him but you got up and went to the bathroom; closing and locking the door before he could get in.

“Babe, come on. I’ve told you before it doesn’t bother me!”

“But it bothers me! So you should respect that and not bring it up!”

Silence. You were sure Luke had walked away from the door so you opened it to come face to chest with your boyfriend. He quickly scooped you up into his arms and hugged you tight.

“I’m sorry. I adore your height because of things like this. I can easily engulf you in my arms. It’s cute how I walk into the kitchen and you’re standing on the counter to reach the highest shelf and how feisty you are even though I am a whole foot taller than you. You aren’t afraid to grab the nearest object and hit me with it and believe it or not you sometimes do scare me when you chase after me with that wooden spoon in your hand, cursing my name over and over again.”

You chuckled as you remembered that incident happened less than a week ago.

“And if you’re embarrassed by the fact you are short then I should be embarrassed by the fact I sometimes like being the little spoon when we cuddle.” Luke finished off and it was your turn to go into a fit of laughter. Luke set you down with a smile.

“But not everyone knows that! Unless…I go and tweet it right now!” You dashed out the room as fast as your tiny legs could take you. It didn’t take long for a pair of heavier foot steps to come after you.

“Oh no you don’t! Get back here!”

I would totally be the big spoon with Luke.

Masterlist / Leave a request HERE

Author: PyromanicSchizophrenic

Summary: Your boyfriend has an Easter surprise for you. The catch? You have to find it yourself.

Warnings: Well, it’s Jacksepticeye, so language. Also, not proofread, and I have no idea why I chose this particular gif (except for how cute Jack is here)

Originally posted by optimalotter

“(Y/n), wake up!”

You groan tiredly, rolling over and burying your face in the pillow. You don’t know how the hell your boyfriend is possibly so awake at this hour (whatever this hour is), but you do know that you are absolutely not awake with him.

“(Y/n)!” he tries again. “Come on, if I’m awake right now you can be too.” You don’t bother pointing out that his Irish accent gets thicker and more stereotypical when he’s tired, and that he sounds like he does when he’s recording a St Patrick’s day video which means he’s exhausted.

“Sean, go the fuck to sleep,” you say grouchily, lifting your head just enough for the words to not get muffled by the pillow. 

“SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!” he shouts, making you jump and fall out of the bed. “Oh, good! You’re up!”

“Sean McLoughlin, if you value your life at all, you will—“ You don’t get the chance to finish your threat before he’s pulling you up, grinning that bright smile that always makes it impossible for you to stay mad at him. “Never mind,” you sigh. “‘M still tired though.”

“But it’s Easter!” Sean exclaims happily.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Is that what this is about?” You glance at the clock. It’s actually about half noon, but given Sean’s sleep schedule (and the one you now hold so that you and him are actually awake at the same time), that’s basically seven in the morning.

Sean gasps dramatically. “(Y/n)!” He sounds as if you’ve personally offended him. “This is an important Christian holiday! You can’t fuckin’ swear!”

You stare at him blankly. You know that he knows what he did, and you know he did it thinking it was funny. You’re not laughing. You aren’t.

“Oh come on, that was funny,” he says after a moment.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Jack-a-boy,” you say instead, patting him on the shoulder.

He bats his eyelashes at you. “Am I the prettiest?” he asks you, looking for all the world like a male beauty pageant wannabe.

“No,” you say bluntly, giggling at the dramatic way his face falls.

He perks back up quickly, though, and he grabs your hand and drags you out into the living room.

“Sean, please tell me you didn’t hide a bunch of Easter eggs around the apartment that you’re going to make me look for,” you say (demand) when he finally stops, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“‘Course not,” he says flippantly, making you question the truth of the statement. “I’ve got too much editin’ to do to watch you look for eggs for two hours.” He’s right, and you do know that. You’re still wary, though.

“So what did you do?” you ask him suspiciously. “And don’t just say ‘nothing,’ you Irish bastard, I know you well enough to know that you did not wake me up at half noon solely because today is Easter with no plans for anything else.”

“I didn’t hide a bunch of Easter eggs,” Sean repeats, which not only doesn’t answer your question but also makes you think that he hid something else.


He just smiles innocently at you.

Sean,” you try again.

“Well, whatever it is I hid, it’s not findin’ itself,” he points out. “Would you be more willin’ to participate if I told you in my Papyrus voice?”

“No thank you,” you say after a moment. “Will you at least tell me what it is I’m looking for?”

Sean’s grin changes from innocent to a cat that got into the cream. He’s actually going to make you look for anything out of place. This is going to be a long Easter.

“Aw, come on, you love me,” he says, seeing the murder in your eyes.

“You are really testing the limits of the truth of that statement,” you inform him, getting to work looking for whatever the hell it is that he hid. “It is in this room, at the very least, right?”

“It’s not in the bedroom,” he allows, sitting down on the couch. “Other than that, every room in the apartment’s fair game.”

“Even the bathroom?” you ask, arching a brow.

“Alright, not there either.”

The bright side, you think as you check the bookcases, is that the apartment is smaller than any of the houses you grew up in (your family moved around a lot), so there aren’t that many hiding places. The downsides, of course, are that a) you have no fucking clue what the fuck you’re looking for, and b) Sean is much more creative when it comes to hiding places than your parents ever were. Also, when you’re hiding something for a (y/age)-year-old to find, you can get a lot more complicated than when you’re hiding something for a three-year-old.

“Alright, you little shit,” you say after a minute. “I’m looking in the fridge.” Sean likes hiding things in the fridge, for some fucking reason. Last week he hid your shoes in the fridge (he hid the shoes because he didn’t want to leave the apartment; you are genuinely unsure why he thought the fridge was the best place).

When you open the fridge, though, right there in a place of honor, is a note: I’m not THAT predictable haha

“I’ve got too much editin’,” you repeat mockingly, over exaggerating Sean’s accent. “I can’t watch you look fer somethin’ fer two hours.” You shut the fridge, pause, then open it again, take the note and a can of cola, then close the fridge. You crumple the note into a ball and lob it at your boyfriend’s head, nailing him right in his green hair.

“I see you got my note,” he says, turning around and grinning at you again. He’s having far too much fun with this.

Your cola’s going to turn into a beer before the end of this.

“Alright, just so I’m clear, I’m looking for something Easter-themed that is not in the bedroom or the bathroom and that’s all you’re telling me?”

“Two things,” Sean corrects. “One of ‘em’s easy, though. Wide open, can’t miss it.”

“Is anything painted to look like Sam?”

Sean’s eyes go wide. “That would have been awesome!” You’re tempted to take that as a no, but knowing him he could just be throwing you off. “But no, nothing is painted to look like Sam.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, but you do know that Sean wouldn’t lie to you, even about something as dumb as this. “Okay,” you say finally. “I’m going to check the office.” He stands up to follow you, and you can’t tell if that means you’re on the right track or absolutely wrong.

You open the door to the office and stop. “Sean, please tell me I’m not actually seeing that.” Sitting on the computer chair is a giant chocolate rabbit—and by ‘giant,’ the box boasts three pounds of solid chocolate. You can’t eat that much chocolate , and you are very adamant against letting Sean have any of it. He may not be as crazy in real life as he is in his videos, but more in the sense that it’s not a constant thing. If you think giving Jacksepticeye three pounds of chocolate is a bad idea, then giving Sean McLoughlin three pounds of chocolate isn’t exactly better.

“His eyes are blue like mine,” is all your boyfriend has to say in his defense.

“Sean, I’ve had normal sized chocolate bunnies with blue eyes like yours,” you argue. “That is not a valid reason for a three pound rabbit, what the fuck?”

“It’s all they had left,” he explains. “And he looked so lonely sittin’ on the shelf by himself.”

“It’s a candy rabbit, it doesn’t have feelings!”

“His name is Gerald, and he’s very offended at your attitude.”

Great, now you can’t even eat the damn thing.

You roll your eyes, but decide to just let your boyfriend befriend a three pound chocolate bunny called Gerald. As long as he isn’t eating it, he’s not harming anyone.

(Although if he eats it and then films a Happy Wheels episode for the duration of the sugar high nobody gets hurt at any point and his subs are happy.)

“Is that all that’s in here?” you ask, instead of seriously questioning why the rabbit’s called Gerald of all things.

He doesn’t answer, just shrugs, and yeah. Yeah, you’re gonna kill him before this is over.

You start looking over every inch of the office, careful not to bother any of the gifts on his shelf. You know how much they mean to him, and also that he wouldn’t hide anything anywhere where you’d need to disturb them. You also check around his recording set-up, but considerable less thoroughly. You’re a disaster around anything that has wires, and you don’t want to take down his entire career because of your clumsiness.

“Why are you like this?” you ask him as you go back out into the living room.

“Because I love you,” he answers, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your temple. “Come on, you’ve got to find it before I start recordin’.”

“I’ll find it faster if you tell me where it is,” you goad, leaning back into him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” he counters, letting go of you and sitting back down on the couch. You scowl, but start searching the apartment top to bottom anyway. His excitement’s contagious, as much as you wish it wasn’t. At any rate, your curiosity’s through the roof; Sean can be easily excited, but not so far as to be this excited about you searching the apartment for something on Easter morning (afternoon).

“You know, when I agreed to go out with you,” you start conversationally, checking the coat closet that neither of you use for much of anything, “I did not expect to be Easter hunts.”

“Exactly,” Sean says proudly. “Dating me is an adventure. You never know what to expect.”

“Also my sleep schedule gets fucked,” you add. “Like, /seriously/ fucked.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that!”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s not a problem most of the time, but whenever you go home, not going to bed until seven am can definitely be a problem.

“You’re really enjoying watching me look for whatever the fuck it is you hid, aren’t you?”

He just grins again.

Almost an hour later, you finally—finally—find the fucking thing. It’s a plastic Easter egg, and it’s in the cabinet under the sink, perched precariously on the pipes. It’s (favorite color), and when you pick it up you can hear something rattling inside.

“I found your stupid fucking egg,” you call, walking back into the living room.

You try to pop the egg open, but it’s got scotch tape wrapped around it, keeping it shut. “Good God, you like to complicate things, don’t you?”

You start picking at the tape; there’s more of it than you’d noticed at first.

“Sean, I swear to God,” you mumble, finally getting enough of the tape that you can just unwrap the whole thing.

Your breath catches in your throat when the egg finally opens, and you see a ring settled into the bottom of one of the halves. “Sean, is this…”

You glance up at him to find him kneeling in front of you, not looking excited or mischievous anymore. Now he looks nervous, and hopeful.

“I love you, (y/n),” he says. “You’re funny, and beautiful, and the kindest soul I’ve ever met. We work so well together, both together here and when we’re apart. I’m happiest when I’m with you, no relationship I’ve ever been in has ever made me this happy before. You’re my best friend and I love you. I want to hold onto this forever. (Y/n), will you marry me?”

You try to blink back the tears that have been gathering since you got the plastic egg open, nodding and choking out a “Yes, Sean, God yes.”

He stands up and takes the ring, slipping it onto your finger as you kiss him, soft and sweet and happy.

“Happy Easter, Sean,” you whisper.

“Happy Easter, (y/n).”

I’m not supposed to be awake.

So if I’ve already said goodnight to you, pretend you don’t see this.

It is such bullshit that Anna deleted, I’m devastated thinking of how hurt and stressed she must be right now.

But listen. A few loud, shitty people aren’t going to tear us apart. Count right now, on one hand, five awesome friends you’ve made through the Kylux fandom. Got them in your head? Good, excellent, perfect. I’m going to give you five of mine, just so we’re all doing it together:

@sailershanty, @hydrajen, @ocktorok, @kat2107 and @gentleman-caller

And listen, that barely touches it. Like, tomorrow when I’m more awake we’re going to do this properly and I’m going to tell each of you why I fuckin’ love you.

Anyways. You’ve got your five people, think of how important they are to you, how upset you’d be to see them go. That’s why we’re not going to let these idiots fuck us over and chase us away. Because we’ve scrapped together a family over this weird shared interest of ours, and I don’t let people fuck with my family. So to hell with these people. From now on we’re not going to respond. We’re going to spread the word and all block them simultaneously, ban them from our lives and our awesome family and let them sit in their miserable corner alone. If someone is cruel to you come talk to me, and I will either talk you down or help you fight your battle. We are a goddamn army of weird kids with dirty kinks and we fuckin’ love each other so fuck those guys.

Now go pet your dog, have a tea, and go to bed. I love you.


When it hurts so bad,

why does it feel so good?
I wish this all made sense,
I wish I understood.
Not having you here with me is tearing me up inside,
but I can’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try.

You know how I feel about you,
and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you,
but it’s so hard to do when I can’t even be next to you.
Why does it gotta be so complicated?

Loving you feels so right,
but at the same time,
knowing I can’t have you keeps me awake at night.
I just want this to be simple,
I just want you here with me,
to look into your eyes,
be held in your arms…then I’d truly be happy.

Right now this distance between us is out of our control,
but I’m still hoping one day soon,
I’ll get what I’m wishing for.


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The Lonely Tree (Part 2)

Word Count: 844

Summary: You return to the Lonely Tree to see Steve’s drawing of you

Warnings: Lil bit of language

A/N: I think I’m going to make Lonely Tree Tuesdays a thing… Yeah. New part every Tuesday. Also here is Part 1 and Part 3

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

“Where are you going? Why are you being so weird?” Natasha groaned from her bed, turning onto her side to glare at you sleepily while you rearranged your hair for the fifteenth time that morning.

“I’m not being weird! I’m going to get breakfast.”

“You don’t even have any classes until noon! Why the hell are you even awake right now?”

“Let me live!”

“Being awake at nine in the morning is not living!”

“You are being negative and ridiculous,” you said primly as you pulled on your jacket. “Have fun being a bum while I engage with society.”

“Is there at least a hot guy at the coffee shop or something?”

“Goodbye, Nat,” you sighed as you closed the door behind you.

You tried not to think about the fact that you had woken up early specifically for the purpose of meeting Steve at the same time and place as yesterday. Part of you thought he wouldn’t be there, but when you cleared the trees you saw him sitting at the roots of the Lonely Tree making faces at the sketchpad on his lap.

“Did it do something to offend you?” you asked, holding back a laugh.

Steve looked up in surprise. His eyes lit up when they landed on you and a welcoming smile spread across his face.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Did your sketchbook do something to offend you? You were looking at it funny,” you repeated, shuffling a bit closer to him.

“Oh, no. I was just looking at the drawing from yesterday. It didn’t turn out the way I expected.” His voice took on a distracted tone as he looked over the paper again.

“Is it… my fault? I’m sorry I couldn’t stay…” you said tentatively, taking another step towards him.

“No! God, no! You were great, perfect! There’s nothing wrong with it; it’s just different than what I normally do.”

“Oh…” Did he just call me perfect? “Can I see it?”

He handed his sketchbook to you, studying your face carefully as you sank down to take a seat beside him, your mouth dropping open in surprise.

“I thought you guys were all supposed to be using charcoal pencils,” you choked out.

“Professor Coulson loves me, so I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Steve shrugged, still staring at your face anxiously.

You were captured on the page in perfect detail, down to the ring you had been wearing yesterday. The Lonely Tree cut a lovely figure as well, taking on an almost dreamy quality as Steve had put it against a dark background to highlight the pale bark. But that wasn’t what had caught your attention. There was a trail of color from where your palm touched the tree to your heart, and swirls of color radiated across the tree from the point of contact.

“This is… wow,” you stuttered. “This is gorgeous, Steve. Oh my god… Can you draw my whole life, please? Wow… This is amazing!”

A blush flooded his features as he let out a happy laugh. You looked over at him, smiling through your lingering surprise.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you!”

“For what? You’re the one who helped me!”

“And now I’m a part of a gorgeous piece of art that will probably be hanging in a museum someday,” you said with a smile that only grew when he blushed again.

“That’s a bit of a stretch,” he laughed.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “but it’s an honor either way. It really is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said again, staring fixedly at the ground with flushed cheeks.

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat awkwardly and looked over at you.

“Would you mind if I umm… Can I draw you again?”

“Yes,” you said quietly, a soft smile taking over your features. “Yes, of course you can.”

“Where have you been?” Bucky asked with a devious grin when Steve came through the door.

“Just drawing,” he answered quietly, but the gentle smile that seemed permanently fixed on his face made Bucky laugh in disbelief.

“Yeah, okay. ‘Just drawing’ what exactly?” Steve’s blush was all the answer he needed. “Aww was it the girl from yesterday?”

Bucky snatched at the sketchbook in Steve’s hands.

“Hey! Be careful with that, jerk. I need it for class.” Steve busied himself with straightening up his desk to avoid seeing Bucky’s expressions when he flipped through the book.

“Oh, you got it bad, pal,” Bucky laughed, flipping past a side view of your face to a page with smaller drawings of individual features: your right hand, your smiling lips, your eyes alight with interest.

“Shut up.”

“Seriously, when is the wedding?”

“I’m moving out.”

“Can I be the godfather of your kids?”

“Sam would never treat me this way.”

“Yes he would,” Bucky argued with a laugh.

“Yes he would,” Steve said with a resigned sigh.

“So, are you going to see her tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiled as he took his sketchbook back from Bucky. “Yeah, I think so.”

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Dolphin kisses - Tim Drake

A/N - For B

“Aw babe,what’s wrong?” You rubbed your eyes and muttered at your boyfriend

“Nothing “ Tim said a bit too enthusiastically

You glanced over at the clock, 2am, before falling back onto your pillow.

“Tim, why are you awake? You’re supposed to be sleeping.”  you whined

“How could I sleep when I’ve missed you?! I’ve got so much to tell you.”

You groaned, this wasn’t exactly the first time your boyfriend had spent a full on week overworking himself and it wouldn’t be the last time he’ll keep you up the following night from over caffeination.

Part of you wondered who would blame you if you smothered his face with your pillow right now. However as luck would have it you had the next day off work, or maybe Tim had hacked in and moved your schedule around. Either way, he deemed sleep for both of you unnecessary.

“Dolphins have a super sense called electroreception. They can sense electrical impulses given off by all living things. Dolphins use this to search for fish hiding in the mud.”  Tim babbled happily

Surely Bruce would understand. Jason would be empathetic right?

“The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It’s like a human jumping the length of a football field.”

Surely Damian would bail you out of Arkham.

“Babe?” He interrupted your thoughts

“Sorry. That’s super interesting.” you mumbled out

“Oh good because I have more.”

You loved Tim but sleep deprived Tim was just oblivious to everything from body language to tone. Which made him very hard to deal with.


“Yes sweetie?”

“We should get a dolphin. They need to be saved.”

You sat up and looked at him, mustering up the most serious look you could form

“Tim, I love you but no. You need to focus on a project that’s very close to the both of us.”

He perked up and edged closer to you.

“I need you to focus on getting along with Damian before we make the commitment to save a dolphin.”

Tim considered it for a second “I guess that’s out of the question then. Can I kiss you?”

“Not without a dolphin.”

You said sarcastically and snuggling back into your pillow before drifting off to sleep.

You woke up the next day to Tim crashed out on the couch next to his laptop. Although you were a bit surprised he hadn’t slept in the bed with you, you were glad he was atleast finally getting sleep.

By the time he had woken up  you had already started cooking dinner and you’d pulled a blanket over him. Also while he was crashed out he had received a delivery. You found it weird that he got it delivered to your address but you didn’t dislike it either. Maybe this was his way of trying to move in with you? Or at least suggest it, or it was something super important.

He rubbed his eyes and looked over at you with a small smile on his face. You didn’t see him wake up yet so he quietly took one look at the box and snuck it into your room before opening it.

Tip toeing back out he caught his toe on the sofa and crashed into the coffee table, alerting you.

You ran over to your boyfriend who was whimpering while holding a stuffed dolphin. You helped him up and leaned into kiss him but he shoved the dolphin in your face.

“There’s your dolphin, now i can kiss you.”

“Why?” You looked at him puzzled

“You said last night, I couldn’t kiss you without a dolphin. So I found one and got it same night delivery.”

“Tim, sweetie that was sarcasm.”

“Yeah well sometimes you need to make your sarcasm more clear.” he argued, defending his very logical thought process last night.

“It was two am! -”

Tim cut you off by kissing you.

“This doesn’t mean you’ve won this Tim! But I’ll keep squeakers.” You kissed him again before taking your new Dolphin assistant

Phone Call \\\ Ashton Irwin Imagine.

Description: He’s wide awake and you’re way out of your mind, so saying a few truths won’t hurt, right?

Word Count: 1,4k.

N/A: Changing my writing style for a moment, trying new things. This is Ash’s POV, ok? (still written in third person tho)

“Now it’s three in the morning and I’m trying to change your mind,
Left you multiple missed calls until my message you reply.
Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”


It’s 3 in the morning and tonight just had to be saving him some surprise, Ashton thinks, because he can’t sleep for anything. He already watched two entire movies, heard four different albums on Spotify, had dozens of mugs of tea and is still wide awake.

While he rolls on his bed, his ringtone screams through the room, Kansas echoing loudly on his walls, and he takes the phone without much interest. The chance that Calum and Luke are calling him, drunk out of their minds, is way too big for him to be anxious about any calls this late. The one voice he wants to hear never comes out of the speaker, anyway.

Until it might.

He simply stares at the screen completely taken aback, the familiar letters making her name glow on it. His mouth falls into an “o” shape at the sight of that old contact without a picture because he never bothered to add one after they broke up. She never calls.

Until she does.

He answers it after a couple of seconds, trying way too hard to let go of all the years of memories and love she throws through his door every time she shows up. He answers it because God knows what she may want this late. Maybe she needs him, maybe she’s in danger, maybe her car broke in the middle of nowhere and he was the only name she thought she could call for help. But maybe, just maybe, she misses him. He tries to shut down the thought on the back of his mind, but he can’t lie, he just wants her to tell that she miss him like he misses her. That, somewhere deep down, she still wants him.

“Hey”, he says, voice low, careful.

She takes a moment to talk back, and her voice is slow, heavy and unnatural. And he missed it way too much.

“I didn’t really think you’d pick up”.

“When haven’t I?”

“You never do when I really need it. When I want you, you’re never here”.

He recognizes the bitterness in her voice, recognizes the pause she makes in between her words and the tongue that stumbles through the letters of her speech. He sighs.

“Have you been drinking?”

“So maybe I have” she bites back stubbornly. He can hear the fading sound of music and suddenly her location feels like an important mystery he just has to solve. He needs to know where she is. “I had like two shots. Four tops. Maybe six. But you can’t judge me. I’ve seen you gulp down bottles of vodka, and tequila is not really that bad”.

“Where are you?”, he asks, ignoring her mumbling.

“Does it matter? What matters is that you’re not here. Don’t you understand? We’re never in the same fucking place anymore. We’re never feeling the same things”, she’s slurring her words again, tongue heavy. His heart tightens on his chest.

“Do you want me to pick you up?”, he asks, even though he knows she’ll say no. But he’s sitting on the bed anyway, reaching for the car keys on his bedside table.

It’s been so long since they last seen each other.

“Of course I don’t want you to come. She wouldn’t like it”.

He freezes then, the hazel eyes falling painfully over the frame near the window, where a different face smiles at him widely. Of course. Another time. New chances. But the same old love is filling his lungs up when he speaks again.

“I don’t care. Not if you need me”.

“I don’t need you”, she lies. He knows it, but he accepts her words anyway. He always has.

“So why are you calling me instead of your damn boyfriend? Where is him when you need it?”

His voice is filled with jealousy and hurt and anger when he says the dreadful word, and he hates to even think she’s not his anymore. He hates that she moved on and he had to do it too.

“Isn’t it always you? Doesn’t matter how long it has been, it’s always you on my mind when the shot burns through my throat and hazes my mind. Your face just can’t wait to run back into my mind whenever I let my guard down, can it?”

Ashton breathes precariously, sharp intakes of air punching his lungs at her words. He keeps the things he wants to shove at her in, locking the feelings and everything else inside because it’s true for her, just like it is for him, but it’s gone. It’s been so long since it’s gone and they are not a we anymore. No matter how many times they try to pick that love back up, it always ended the same way. She misses him, he misses her, she cries, he hurts, she doubts them and he can’t stand it. They break up.

But maybe, just maybe, today is a different day and it won’t hurt to admit it out loud. He knows she won’t remember any of this conversation tomorrow anyway.

“I love you too, shorty”.

It’s a coward act, but he doesn’t care. He has to take it off of his chest, time and again. Her breath hitches and he can imagine those pretty grey eyes he loves so much watering just by the way her voice sounds next. He wants nothing more than hold her, but he can’t. And it kills him.

“We’re going to be stuck in this forever, right? Me and you? Not being able to fully move on, dumping perfectly nice people that just can’t ever be good enough ‘cause… they’ll never be us. And then we’ll end up calling each other again and again way too early in the morning, drinking our memories away, completely unable to ever find out the true color of your eyes. I can remember it perfectly, Ash, right down to every golden and green drop of it. And I’m so tired, Ashton, I’m so tired of this. I just miss you so fucking much”.

He runs a hand through his hair, her words ricocheting inside his head and making his heart skip a few beats just because he knows it’s all true.

“You know what to do. It has always been in our hands”.

“I’m not ready. And I want to be, because it hurts so much everytime we try again and we fail, but I’m not”.

“You know we could make this work if you’d just come with me. We’ve discussed this time and time again, Y/N. If we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t take, there isn’t anything I won’t have your back for. But this we’re doing right now, this can’t go on. It hurts me too, and we can’t keep doing it forever. Eventually, we’ll have to learn how to move on”.

“And you’re already there, right? Leaving me behind”, her voice falters and comes to a full stop right before a sob echoes through the call.

He doesn’t even have time to even open his mouth before a beep takes over and she’s gone. Ashton purses his lip, because not even when she’s drunk she’s honest. And as soon as the thought occurs, he sighs guiltily, because really, who does he think he’s fooling?

He’s not honest even when he’s sober.

He sighs and look for her contact again, pressing it so he can type the words that he couldn’t speak out loud. He looks at his new girlfriend on the frame by the window again and feels dirty, but he can’t help it.

“I lied. I’ll wait forever, if I have to. I just wish you wouldn’t make me”.

And pressing send, he drops the phone on the mattress beside him, his mind screaming wild at the vision of her alone in a bar, crying her pretty eyes off because of him. He can’t stand the thought. The truth is: he loves her. There’s nao way to run from that. And maybe it’s the cold air from the morning, but he can help but admit he doesn’t want to. He only wants her.

He picks up the phone again, sending yet another message, his chest feeling lighter with every word his fingers type.

“Let me pick you up. Let me love you. Just let me back in”.

And when the phone buzzes again, just one word on the screen, he picks up the car keys and stands up, going to get her.

He waited long enough.

Scream my Name (Harry Smut)

Everything was slow and quiet and intimate. As Harry slowly thrust into you, sleep still clouding around his head, the only thing totally keeping him awake were your slight, high-pitched squeaks. You were half awake before Harry started kissing your neck and snaking his hands around your body.

He had woken up with a full hard on and you were more than happy to help. You had to stay quiet due to the paper thin walls in the hotel, with Zayn staying in the room right beside you, you didn’t want him to hear anything.

You were a panting mess when Harry thrust into you again, kissing and biting your neck.

Zayn” you breathed out.

Harry was fully awake now, and seething. Stopping his motions, he leaned back so he was kneeling. You hadn’t realized your mistake, still wiggling tiredly beneath him, finally noticing he had stopped.

“Why did you stop?” you asked.

You seem to have forgotten who you belong to” Harry said between gritted teeth. His fingers dug into your hips, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, he thrust into you hard.

You couldn’t help but moan, burying your face in the whit pillow by your face. “You’re… gonna wake up…urgm… Zayn.” You managed to get out as Harry still pounded into you.

“Good” He whispered, smirking.

He leaned forward, his teeth scraping at your collar bone. The new angle making him hit the perfect spot every time. You groaned, trying not to moan, but Harry snaked his long fingers up to your clit, rubbing the pink nub hard.

You moaned again, loudly, gasping from the sudden contact. Harry went harder, panting and groaning in your ear. You couldn’t help but push your body back into him with each thrust, making the sensation even more euphoric. The headboard was pounding against the wall. Harry’s hand on your thigh was digging in, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. His other hand working your clit professionally. You didn’t care, you had to keep moaning.

Over and over, as Harry got deeper, your moans turned into light screams. “Fuck” You breathed out. You were a panting, squirming, drooling mess and Harry wasn’t going to last long either.

He connect his lips with yours again, moving to your ear. “Say my name” He panted.

“Harry” You whispered.

“Louder” He commanded.

“Go-d Ha-rry!” You said.

Scream it.” He growled, his teeth scraping your ear.

You threw your head back, going into a stage of euphoria as you hit you climax, screaming his name, over and over. Harry’s thrusts were sloppy and jumbled, he hit his climax not too long after, collapsing onto you.

You both could hear grumbling on the other side of the wall “Could you fuck ANY louder?” Zayn shouted. You heard the door to his room slam and footsteps pad across the floor past your room.

Harry rolled off of you, letting you turn into him, observing him through tired eyes, mindlessly drawing over his tattoos.

You sat there in silence for a little while, your drawing slowing, until stopping completely stopping as you finally fell asleep.