yeah me too i cry

omg can I please ask for a scenario of law and his female s/o having their first real huge fight? like he may say something hurtful and she’s just like… no longer smiling and usually really silent. no longer sleeping by his side. small stuff changes and it makes a huge difference. could it please have a fluffy ending? thank you very much!

A/N: So, turns out I wrote a hella lot and this is with 3k words my longest scenario… I hope you enjoy this, thank you for requesting!! (fluffy law anon this is for you too! Enjoy my dear!) 🌺

Law & his s/o fight + fluffy ending

It wasn’t the first time you felt uncomfortable on the submarine, but it definitely was the first time you had felt lonely. Negative thoughts kept scratching against the back of your mind, making you feel worse by the second. You couldn’t even go and tell someone about your worries, because the reason of your worries, the person who had broken your very heart was the captain of the submarine. But, of course, he was even worse; he was your boyfriend. Or at least he used to be, you’re weren’t so sure anymore.

You stare at the bowl of soup in front of you, barely registering what was going on around you. It was like a blur, figures kept walking, voices kept echoing but your thoughts? They stayed the same.

Again and again his words were ringing through your head, making fresh tears burn in your vision. You really couldn’t believe it, all this time you thought he was the one who wanted you to be a part of the crew, but after your fight? You sigh.

You remind yourself of a while ago; you sitting on a bench back at home, far far away from the sea when Law had asked you.

“Are you crazy?”, you had said, laughing without any humour in it. “I can’t join you, don’t be ridiculous.” You stood up, ready to leave him and this conversation, go back to home, when a hand on yours stopped you.

“What’s holding you back?”, he had asked. “Tell me. I promise you, I will give you a better reason. ”

“It’s me.” You turned around and stared at the man with dark hair in front of you. His eyes had something in them, something that lulled you deeper into him, no matter how hard you tried not to. “I am not made for the life as a pirate, Law. I will only be a burden for your crew, honestly- it’s a stupid idea.”

“A burden? You?”, he frowned, as if he was the one to be insulted. “You’re already a part of us, Y/N. I saw the way you acted with the others, they already love you. You can’t deny it.”

You gulped. “And you? What about you?”

He let go of your hand. “My feelings for you are…”, he had stared at the ground, but you still caught a glimpse of his eyes, how they seemed to be getting darker. But you might have only imagined that. “I will tell you another time.”

So you had joined his crew, without any experience in fighting, any knowledge of the sea- just a heart throbbing at the sight of your captain. It was careless of you, it was even careless of Law to do something as dumb as that, but he still believed in you. He thought you would be able to handle it, he was sure you could handle the life as a pirate.

You really tried your best the first few weeks, but, well, it was harder than expected. You really had no talent in the kitchen, cutting your fingers way more than the vegetables in front of you. You also had no talent at navigation. You tried it once and Bepo was very willing to help you, but you really just couldn’t. You had no idea what to do and every time the bear tried to teach you, it would become a mess in your head and everything seemed to break.

Night after Night your feet would drag you towards Law’s room, where he listened patiently to your complaints about yourself. Every night he would tell you the same.“Don’t worry too much.” or “You’ll find something, I’m sure.” or, your favorite: “Some things take time, Y/N. I still believe in you.” You would think it would get boring and unbelievable after some time, but it wasn’t like that. Law knew how to make you feel better, he knew how to make you smile again. He wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him. Or at least, he used to.

The sound of your chair scratching against the floor cut through the small dining room. A few heads turned towards you, but nothing else happened. You figured, staring at your food would not make you any more hungry and just sitting would not get you anything. It would only take a seat for someone else, the last thing you wanted.

You walk out the room, when you see Penguin stop in front of you, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You tried to smile, you really did, but you knew it looked fake. “I’m perfect, no need to worry.” You tried to sound as happy as possible, but you sounded horrible. Hoarse voice, barely loud enough to listen to and just all in all, devastated.

“Are you sure?” You nodded and walked around him, not wanting to stay in this situation any longer. I might have been rude, but you really had no mind for that. You could hear him mumble something behind you, something along the lines of: “Well, alright then. ”

As soon as you left the others, your gaze shifted towards the clock a few metres away from you.

The ticking made you feel nauseous. It was mocking you, you were sure of it. The ticking, the damn ticking, the same sounds you had heard in Law’s room a week ago.

It was before everything went downhill, it was before you found out the truth about how he really felt.

You walk towards your room, and open the familiar door, that lead you to an unfamiliar room. After the fight of you both, you had decided to stay in your own room. The nights, where you shared his bed, shared your secrets and shared your heart were over.

You huffed. He didn’t even check on you after you had left his room, not even a day after, not even two days, hell, not even a week after!

You didn’t see him once this week and even though it hurt, you knew it would hurt more if you saw him.

The mirror caught your reflection as you walked towards your bed. You glanced at it but regretted it as soon as your eyes landed on it. Dark circles were seated under your eyes, which were red and puffy- a sight, that made you laugh humorless. With those dark circles you almost looked like him.

You let yourself fall down on your bed, staring at the ceiling in silence. Minutes pass and soon, your mind wandered back to a week ago.

“So you broke it?”, he had asked you, after you had told him about your disappointing day yet again. It was embarrassing for you to tell him, but now that he asked you another time, it was even worse.

“Well… kind of.”, you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

You were seated on a chair a feet away from him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. His gaze was on some papers, but you still felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.

“What do you mean with ‘kind of’? Is it broken, yes or no?”, he had asked with an annoyed undertone, making you look up to him. That was unfamiliar.

Normally, he would grin at it, maybe tease you a bit, but he never reacted to you like this. You could feel yourself become hurt, but mostly, you felt angry. You did not WANT the thing to break.

“It’s not working anymore, so yeah, it is broken. ”, you frowned. The both of you were talking about some medicine thing Law had in his room. Earlier you had decided to help one of your crewmates tidy up a bit of Law’s utensils, but of course, you broke one as soon as you touched it.

“Nice job, Y/N. You could have been at least a bit careful. ”, he closed his eyes and shook his head, obviously irritated by your actions. “You don’t even know how important that was.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, speechless. Was he being really serious right now?

“Do you think I wanted that to happen? It was an accident, Law.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, but you have a hundred of those things.”

“No, I don’t, Y/N.”, he said angrily. He glanced at you once and let out a long breath.

You grabbed the chair tightly, “What the hell is your problem, Law?”

He turned around in his chair, mustering you for a second and sighed. Nothing else happened, but you felt like that was already enough.

“So I’m your problem? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“I never said that, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, you had to calm down. It was kind of your fault after all, right? You broke the thing. Not him.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”, so you relaxed again and tried your best to keep calm, but it got even worse.

“What are you going to try now? You tried everything already: kitchen, navigation… you even tried to help me. ”, he whispered and scribbled something into one of his books.

“Don’t know, I might ask one of the crew to help me learn fighting. Might be a smart decision…”, you played with your own fingers again.

He huffed. “As if.”

“Excuse me?”

“As if that will work.”, he stared at you for a quick second. “You can’t fight. It will take ages.” Then, he whispered something to himself, something he probably didn’t want you to hear, but you still managed to get every word, loud and clear:

“You can’t do anything right, anyways.”

You were furious, insulted and hurt. “What the hell, Law!”

You stood up from your chair, not able to hold it back any longer.

“You were the one who wanted me to be a part of your crew! You were the one, who said all this stuff about me fitting into the crew! It was you, Law, do you remember?”, you yelled. You didn’t knew what had come to him, you didn’t knew what was going on and especially, you didn’t knew how to handle the situation. “Law, I don’t know what your problem really is, but either say it now or stop acting like a jerk!”

He turned around in his chair, glaring at you. “Just stop it, Y/N.”

“No, I won’t stop. Tell me, why did you want me to be a part of your crew, if I’m so useless?”

Tears were forming in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them show. It would make everything worse, you were sure.

“I wanted you to be a part of the crew, because that’s where I thought you belongedd. And I still do, it’s just a bit-.”

“A bit what?”, you yelled again, voice louder than before. You were sure the whole crew could heard the two of you, but you couldn’t care less. “Tell me.”

“Nevermind, Y/N.”

“Are you serious? Nevermind, Y/N?” You sighed and pushed a hand though your hair, still staring at your boyfriend with wet eyes. “Do you regret asking me to join your crew?” This time, your voice was almost silent.

He huffed. “Just stop it now.”

“Answer me.”

He stared at you for a long second, then he turned around and took the book back in his hand.

“So, you do?”

Fresh tears flow down your cheeks at the memory. You still remember how you had felt in that moment. You never knew that sentence, one simple sentence could break your heart into many, many pieces.

You turn around in your bed and stare at the blank wall. Your normally comfortable bed felt like a bed made of ice cold bricks now, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care at all. Soon, everything went quiet. You figured, it must have been late, but you still didn’t move an inch, you don’t think you could, even if you wanted.

You felt stupid. Look at you now, laying somewhere crying, god knows where, under the the sea, without anyone to talk to. You weren’t welcome anymore, you felt it.

Again and again his answer echoed through your mind.

“With this drama right now, you won’t like my answer.”

You grab your blanket and hide underneath it, wishing to be invisible for the rest of your life.

Where would you go? What would you do? And something you had asked yourself everyday after the fight: Will you sneak out as soon as you go on land? Will you go back home?
You dry your tears with your blanket, still hiding underneath it.

Suddenly, a knock on your door cuts through the room, startling you. For a second, you get scared, but then you just decided to act like you are asleep. You didn’t want to talk to  anyone, no matter who it was.

Seconds pass, the knocking came another time, but again, you stayed quiet.

Then, you hear the door open slowly and quiet footsteps echo through your room.You freeze, you know who this was. It was just the feeling, it was the feeling of him and you were right, it really was your Captain.

“Y/N?”, he asks quietly. Law stood in the middle of your room and stared at your hiding figure underneath the blanket. “Are you awake?”


You don’t even care how you must look like. You would leave him and the crew anyways, so why bother? You tried your best to look like you were asleep, you even tried to breath evenly.

Law walks closer to your figure and for a second, you think he will put the blanket down and expose your tears covered face, but he didn’t. He simply sat down at the end of your bed, careful not to touch you.

“Y/N, listen, ”

You grimace. You were asleep, why didn’t he just leave? You were not interested in talking to him, you sure as hell were not interested in getting your heart broken another time.

“I’m sorry, that I only come now. I should have come earlier, I should have stopped you as soon as you walked out, but I didn’t. I regret my behavior Y/N. I know, nothing can excuse this, but I want you to know; I am sorry.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, after everything he had said last week… he still had the guts to lie at you?

“Everything I said was not true, you can do a lot of things, Y/N, believe me. I don’t know why I said that.”

Unbelievable. You did not believe a word. He probably wasn’t even affected by the fight anyways. He probably still looks the same as always, still hands-. You cursed in your head. You need to stop, you need to get a grip on yourself.

“I take my answer back, I do not regret asking you to join the crew. It was one of the best decisions for all of us. You bring happiness to all of our crew, you make us keep going, you make me keep going, when I don’t want to.”

His voice was weak, as if he had trouble getting them out and honestly, you could feel your heart ache. Was he telling the truth? You didn’t know anymore. You stay hidden underneath the blanket and don’t make a sound.

“Y/N, please forgive me.”

You bite your lip, heart aching even more. He sounded heartbroken, or at least as heartbroken, as Law could get. You knew it was a huge step for him to say those things, he never had his way with words and was the more silent one of you two. Confused, you were confused.

You could hear him sigh. “I know you’re not asleep.”

You froze again. Suddenly, everything felt tense. Slowly, you pulled the blanket down and sat up, staring into the face of the man, that had broken your heart seven days ago. He had, as expected, dark circles and to your very surprise, a faint color of red was swimming in his eyes, something no one else really could notice, but not you. You had stared too many nights into these very eyes, you knew them like the back of your hand.

“You hurt me.”, was the first thing you said, voice trembling. “You really did, Law.”

He nodded and glanced at the blanket. “I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Ever so slowly, he took your hand into his, squeezing them lightly. His hands were ice cold while yours were warm, it was the complete difference, but for some reason it fit perfectly. This was how it was supposed to be.

“Did you really mean what you just said? With me… making you guys happy?”, you knew you sounded pathetic, needing to hear him say those things another time. But you couldn’t help it, you had to, you just had to.

“I promise you, it’s the truth. You don’t even know how much you affect us, you might not be very good in certain things, like the kitchen… or cleaning…. or-”

“Okay, I got it.”

“I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is that you don’t need to be good at them, because you being with us is already enough. Being with me, putting up with me is more than enough.” He was out of character, out of the character of Trafalgar Law the pirate but he was your Law, he was your very Law, the moody, silent, nerdy and negative Law. The man you had fallen in love with. “And I…”

He had visible troubles saying the next thing, suddenly scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I… loveyou.”, he mumbled fast.

You smile and squeeze his hand in delight. “And I love you, Law. I’m sorry for fucking up all the time.”

He shakes his head and grabs your head, pushing you towards him in a heartbeat. You find yourself in his chest, inhaling his scent and you can feel your heart gluing back together. He kissed the top of your head not once, not twice, three times. The both of you stay in this position for a while, just enjoying the missed company, when you hear voices muffled through the wall.

“Is everything okay now?” - “I don’t know, they’re not talking anymore!” - “Shhh, be quiet!” - “I don’t want them to fight anymore!!” - “Bepo, stop crying!” - “Thwey cwan’t bweak up!” - “Shhh! Stop it or else- oh, oh my god, where is this blue light coming from?! Bepo this is your fault!!” And then the wailing intensifies.


gotta be careful about what you tell an alien who’s just found out he’s an alien

a doodle comic that got totally outta hand bc man reigen makes such a cool agent

MIB AU setup from this post  


“Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.” - Unknown

anonymous asked:

okay okay okay but i. just cannot stop thinking about how happy everybody's gonna be when they find shiro???? the whole squad just fuckin charging at him, dogpiling on him, knocking him flat on his ass and he doesn't even know what hit him just one moment he's like oh! my friends! and the next he's on the ground getting squashed and smothered by six affectionate hugs at once, everybody's cryin, and black in the background roaring with joy bc her paladin finally came home and just. good times.

okay but like… imagine when they find him he’s on some planet and one of the Paladins goes down in the Lion to pick him up, let’s say it’s Hunk. He gets a Hunk hug first, and then they bring him back to the castle

and all the other Paladins rush out of their Lions to come hug Shiro, Allura and Coran run down from the control room, they’re all heading to the Yellow Lion’s hangar… Keith gets there first just as Shiro’s coming out of the Lion, brogane reunion hug, Keith highkey trying not to cry like the emo kid he is… Pidge and Lance arrive at the same time and just both tackle Shiro. Pidge IS crying, not even trying to hide it.

But listen do you really think Shiro wouldn’t hug EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM individually, one at a time, at least three times each like… “hey Pidge!” *huge papa shiro hug, pidge is crying, shiro’s crying too* “Where’s Lance? Where’s my sharpshooter?” and like a proper bro-hug, Lance can’t stop smiling, Shiro ruffles his hair like “I need to hear all your wild stories, you gotta tell me what I missed” and then it’s GROUP HUG TIME AGAIN, they all just pile on and it’s lovely…

and then ALLURA ARRIVES IN THE HANGAR, she’s out of breath and she just STARES at Shiro like she can’t believe he’s really there… and the others drop back because OMGOSH OKAY WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN NOW those lil shits wanna see this shallura reunion okay. And just… imagine Shiro and Allura just running towards each other and hugging like… just tightly hugging and both crying and whispering *i missed you so much yeah me too* and just… i would cry okay i would cry


“Some of them have already debut in the different groups”  HE SAYS








@linneart‘s amazing art that I commissioned for my fic, Castle on a Cloud.

Dean pulled Cas closer into his arms, wiping the trail of blood away from his lips with tender, shaking fingers… he shook his head, shook his head, shook his head…

He had nothing to scream with anymore. Suddenly, even though the thunder still rolled, the dragon still roared, the lightning still lanced and struck all around them – suddenly there was only the two of them, in a total, deep, dark quiet.

  • McKAY: How's about ...
  • (He pauses for a while, then looks at John again.)
  • McKAY: How about we say goodbye now?
  • McKAY: What d'you mean, "no"?
  • SHEPPARD: I mean I'm not saying goodbye.
  • McKAY: Well, I'm saying it anyway!
  • SHEPPARD: Well, I'm not listening!
  • McKAY: Yeah, but pretty soon I won't even know who you are!
  • SHEPPARD: Then I'll remind you.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I don't want you to see me like that. I want you to remember me as I am -- as your genius friend, not as some ...
  • SHEPPARD (firmly): Not happening.
  • McKAY: Please.
  • SHEPPARD: You're stuck with me, Rodney. Just accept it.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I ...
  • SHEPPARD (loudly): No! (He waves a finger at him.) That's final.
  • McKAY: OK. (He looks away.)
  • -SGA, 5x06 (aka, the moment I started bawling)

I miss Anders, I said. I’ll make a custom Hawke, I said. It’ll be fun, I said.

@losebetter and I nearly suffocated from laughter doing this. MODS - NOT EVEN ONCE.

One thing I absolutely love about manga/Brotherhood Roy and Riza is that, despite them holding different ranks in the military where one is technically subordinate to the other, it’s clear that they overall respect and treat each other as equals.

Dance With Me Part 2.

Author: stephobrien25

Pairing: Dylan X Reader

Warning: Soon to be smut.

Word count: 2,113

A/N: Here’s part 2 of ‘Dance With Me’! Again apologies for taking long on updating. Part 3 is currently in works. Enjoy!

Originally posted by teen-wolf-stuff

“Hi,” I say when I walk back to him.

“Hi,” Dylan smiles down at me. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Jess had too much to drink, so the girls are heading back home.

”He frowned a bit, “You’re leaving too?” The tone of his voice surprised me, he sounded disappointed in the thought of me leaving.

“No. Why, you trying to get rid of me already?” I teased.

Dylan smirked and pulled me towards him. “Get rid of you? Now why the hell would I want to do that?” He lowered his head and captured my lips with his.

The rest of the night was spent with us dancing, laughing and kissing as much as possible. It was ultimately one of the best nights of my life. Around three in the morning, we were both completely danced out. 

Walking out the club, Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest, “I had a great time tonight,” he whispered into my ear.

I smiled, “Me too. I’m glad you’re friends pushed you towards me.”

He laughed, “I’m here for at least another week. Is it okay if we exchange numbers and see if we can meet up again?”

“Can’t get enough of me, can you O’brien,” I grinned and pecked him on the lips. “Give me your phone.” After we exchanged numbers, he waited with me until my uber came. 

Before I got in the car, Dylan grabbed my face and gave me one last toe curling kiss, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I whispered and got in the car. On the ride home, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

The next day, I woke up at like twelve and to the sounds of the kitchen being destroyed. Getting out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom and washed my face. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a mark on my neck and all the memories of last night came crashing down on me. Did I really meet Dylan? Did I really dance with him all night? Oh, god did he really kiss me? I could practically taste the mojitos he had last night on my lips still.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

In a zombie like state, I walked to where all the commotion was being made. The minute I walked in, I wished I hadn’t. It was as if a tornado had passed by. The girls still didn’t notice my presence, since they were arguing on eating either waffles or pancakes.

“What the fuck? I thought we all agreed that I do breakfast in the mornings.”

The girls stopped their bickering  and turned to look at me. There was silence for five blissful seconds, before I was attacked by three squealing grown women. When the screaming subsided, the questions came full force.

“What happened?” “How was he?” “Is he a good dancer?” “Dancer? Forget that, is he a good kisser?” “Did you guys fuck?”

“Stop! Oh my god,” I laughed. “Sit down children and I will tell you what happened.”

They all sat down and looked at me expectantly. I told them how Dylan came up to me and how we started to dance and talk. How I taught him how to dance bachata - and yes he’s a very good dancer - which then led to an intense make out session, “God is he a good kisser. His lips are so soft but rough at the same time. They tasted like peppermint and mojitos and I never knew a taste so delicious. It’s like we couldn’t get enough of each other, his lips traveled to my neck leaving marks in his wake and I swear I almost jumped his bones right then and there,” I smiled. “When you guys left, we just kept dancing and kissing the night away. And that’s it, and no Jess, we didn’t fuck. The end.”

“That’s it? Just ‘the end,’” Kimmy exclaimed. “Scar, you experience the best night of your life with your celebrity crush and that’s it?”

I smirked at them, “Oh, did I forget to mention that he’s here for another week, we exchanged numbers and he might call me today?”

Cue the screaming, I rolled my eyes at them. Before I could say anything else, I heard my phone ringing from my room. My eyes widened and I rushed into my room, slammed the door and jumped onto my bed searching frantically for my phone. Finally finding it, I answered breathless, “Hello?”

“Hey gorgeous,” Dylan’s voice answered back. “Did I wake you up?”

I blushed and was grateful he couldn’t see me at the moment. “No. I’ve been awake for a while getting the spanish inquisition from the girls. How’d you sleep?”

“Good. I had a nice dream of this gorgeous woman teaching me how to dance, and how we spent the rest of the night. I almost didn’t want to wake up.”

I smiled, “Oh really? Well I hope she taught you well. So tell me, how did you two spend the rest of the night?”

He chuckled, “I could tell you, but I would rather show you all the things we did.” His words sent a tingling sensation through my body. “Which is actually why I’m calling. My friend told me about this new Greek restaurant that opened not too long ago in downtown. And I uh,” Dylan sounded a bit nervous, “I was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow night.”

I grinned, “Are you asking me out on a date, O’brien?”

“Yeah,” I could hear the smile on his face. “Yeah, I am.”

“I would love to go on a date with you Dylan.”

“Great! I mean, cool. Okay, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight? I’ll text you today. Bye baby.”

I froze, baby, the name gave me a warm feeling throughout my whole body and I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “Bye Dyl,” I whispered and hung up.

Laying back on my bed, I began to kick my feet into the air and laugh. Suddenly there was a thump against my door, making my way to the door I opened it and sighed at the sight before me. Kimberly, Jess and Renee looked up at me with shy grins on their faces, “So…?”

“So,” I covered my ears before continuing. “I have a date with him tomorrow night.” Thank God I covered my poor ears.

Instead of staying in for the day, we decided to head out to Bayside and have a small lunch and some drinks. The day outside was sunny with slight wind - which is rare in Miami - so I decided to wear my navy blue sundress. We were sitting outside of one of the various restaurants Bayside has and enjoying the band playing.

“I still can’t believe you’re actually going on a date with Dylan,” gushed Renee, while we were waiting for the check.

I was staring at the blue ocean when I responded, “Trust me neither can I. It feels like I’m dreaming and I don’t want to wake up.” I frowned a bit. “But soon enough I have to right?”

Kimmy looked at me, “What do you mean?”

“Well this is just a one week thing. Dylan doesn’t live here and soon enough he has to get back to work half way across the world, while I stay here thinking back on the memories. He’s an actor and he travels a lot, it wouldn’t surprise me if he finds another fling. I mean that’s what I am right now, fling.”

“Scar,” I looked at Renee. “You’re not just a ‘fling’, cause if that’s how he saw you, Dylan would’ve taken you to his hotel or wherever last night and had a one night stand. But that didn’t happen and he actually called you and asked you out. I mean the both of you have been texting all day like some high school lovers.”

I was going to say something, but she gave me a look, “Let me finish. You are always on about how he’s such a good guy and how he doesn’t let the fame get to his head. That he views himself as a normal guy, which he is.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “Sweetie, you’re just scared. Don’t let what you’re ex did to you think everyone is the same. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.”

I had tears in my eyes and I was going to say something, but someone caught my eye. It was Dylan, and he was wearing some cargo shorts, a black Henley shirt and a backwards blue cap. “Holy shit.” I’ve been saying that a lot lately.

“Yeah I know, my words almost made me cry too. I didn’t know I had it in me,” Renee joked. 

I laughed, “No, dumbass. Look to where the band is playing.” They all turned to looked and looked back at me with wide eyes.

“Is that…?”

“Yup, I didn’t know he was coming here. Dylan texted me saying he was going out with the guys.”

“This can’t be a coincidence,” said Jess. “It’s like fate!”

“It’s not fate-”


Just hearing his voice sent shivers up my spine, I looked up to see him smiling at me.

“Dylan, hey.”

“Are you stalking me now?” He teased.

I smirked at him, “You’re in my city O’brien. Plus, I have better things to do than stalk you.”

He guffawed and walked over to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead, I sighed.

“Ahem,” Kimmy looked at the both of us with a smile on her face. 

“Oh! Dylan, these are my best friends. Kimberly, Jessica, and Renee. Girls, this is Dylan.”

“Nice to officially meet you Dylan, Scar has told us so much about you.” Kimmy said.

“Really now? All good things I hope,” he smirked down at me and I could feel myself blush.

“Trust me all were good things,” I glared at Jess and she just stook her tongue out at me.

“So, where are your friends,” I asked to keep my friends from embarrassing me any further.

Dylan looked over to where the band was playing, “They ditched me to dance with those girls. Though I can’t really complain since I ditched them for a sexy dancer last night.” He looked down at me and I blushed again.

Suddenly Jess exclaimed, “I forgot, I had to meet up with Eric.”

Kimmy looked at her phone, “Lucas just texted me saying he needs my help.”

They both looked at Renee expectantly, “Oh, right. I have to um, I have to buy something.”

Getting up they all said goodbye to us and Jess gave me a hug and whispered, “Enjoy yourself.” I thought back to Renee’s words from earlier and nodded, “I will.”

“They’re not so subtle, are they?”

I giggled, “No, but they’re my girls. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

The band began to play a slow song and Dylan turned to me, “Dance with me?”

“Is this our thing?” I asked smiling up at him and grabbing his hand.

“If it is, it’s not so bad. I really enjoy dancing with you.”

I laid my head on his chest, “I really like dancing with you too,” and I began to sway to the beat of his heart.

We spent the rest of the day walking on the marina, looking at the different stores and just talking about everything. He was holding my hand and I was laughing at something he said, when he suddenly stopped walking, “You look really beautiful today, Scar.”

I stopped laughing and my breath caught, “What?”

Dylan pushed some hair out of my face and behind me ear, while he softly kissed my cheek. “You look beautiful. Plus you’re wearing one of my favorite colors.” He grinned.

Grinning back, I pulled his cap off and put it on my head, “Mets, right? How do I look?”

“Hot. You look hot with my cap. Hell, you can keep it, it looks better on you anyways.”

Running my fingers through his hair, I got on my tip toes and kissed the side of his neck. “Just imagine it being the only thing I’m wearing,” I said boldly.

Dylan groaned and kissed me on the lips for the first time today. The kiss was even more passionate than last night and he lightly bit onto my lower lip, making me moan into his mouth. The moment was ruined when I heard someone call my name. 

“Scar?” I pulled away from the kiss and Dylan pouted making me giggle.

Turning around I saw someone I haven’t seen in over a year and my heart fell to my stomach.

A/N: Yes, another cliffhanger…I’m sorry please don’ hate me! Trust me part 3 will be worth the wait. Hope you guys enjoyed!

Do you ever just cry sometimes because Ryan Ross


I cant believe I did this oh god… okay so first I apologize if they seem a bit off character! Also I’ve put the link to the bg music playing during their support so it has a bit more life into it /w\ All S-supports will play this song! Have fun i guess??

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something about that glory,
just always seemed to bore me,
‘cause only those I really love
will ever really know me.

—lukas graham, 7 years

Are you ever just living your life when suddenly at 3 AM you’re impaled in the sternum by Jack Zimmermann feelings? And then you start thinking about everything he’s been through and about how our resident, pie-baking, actual-sunshine-incarnate Eric Richard “Bitty” Bittle is canonically the “best thing that’s ever happened to him”? Yeah, me too.

anonymous asked:

during sasuke. sakura episode it completely broke my heart when I saw how lonely sakura was before she became friends with Ino. Like she even had her own place where she hid and made those teddy bears? like was she bullied that hard so she had absolutely no one? Even her parents were so relieved when she told them about Ino. I sympathise with my cherry blossom so much I was bullied in school too but this just made me cry

Ahh yeah, you know I actually didn’t pay too much attention to that aspect of the episode and the implications that it gave during the first time I watched it, due to other, more annoying things that were included. But you’re absolutely right. Now that I think about it, that was actually quite sad:

For Sakura to have referred to that place as “home” kinda paints a rather dismal picture regarding how her life had been up to that point, doesn’t it? :(