you are the roof when i rain

It’s not one habit you’re breaking, it’s every single minute of the day you’re breaking a habit, and it’s exhausting. I had this metaphor in my head about being in this house and there’s been a drought but you feel like there’s a storm coming, and so instead of trying to block out the storm, you like punch a whole in the roof and just let all the rain come in and when you wake up in the morning, it’s washed away everything that used to hurt you.. And then you’re clean.
—  Taylor Swift perfectly describing the process and feelings of trying to get over something that is doing you no good and how it feels to overcome that something 
Writing a bilingual character: tips

(This is from my own personal experience as a Chinese person who’s better at English, my “first” language, than Chinese, my “second” language.)

When your character is going speak unintentionally in their second language instead of their first one:
• When they’re tired, they could slip up and accidentally start a sentence with their second language. Generally, though, they realise and correct themselves before finishing the sentence
• When they were just thinking in their second language/ talking to someone in their second language. The shift from one language to the other is where they could get caught up
• If they were startled, after just speaking/thinking in their second language.

Keep in mind though, that people very experienced in both languages will probably not be tripped up as often. Your character who has been speaking their second language for 10 years is going to trip up a lot less than your character who’s only known their second language for 5 years.

Unrealistic scenarios:
• Slipping into their second language in the middle of a sentence accidentally, unless they forgot a word they needed to use
Unrealistic: “Ok so you’re going to go down the hall and— 他妈的! I forgot my homework on my desk! Gotta run and get it” (The Chinese is a swear)
Realistic: “We’re going to need a… 车? What do you guys call that again?” (The Chinese character is the one for car)

• Suddenly saying something in their second language, when they were just conversing in their first language. There’s a mental switch you need to make when changing from a conversation in one language to a conversation in another which makes those situations pretty unlikely.
Person 1: “Could you send the powerpoint to me?”
Person 2: “Just did that. Did you get the email yet?”
Person 1: “我– oh whoops. Sorry! Yeah, I just got it”
(Chinese character is the character for “I”)

Bilingual things you could include in your writing:
• Thinking in one language when doing one specific thing. For instance, I almost always do Maths in Chinese. The whole structure of the language and how the words for numbers work out means it’s a lot easier in Chinese than English.

• A conversation that’s a mess of two languages all mashed together. Frankenlanguages. As stated before, I’m personally better at English than Chinese. So, when I’m speaking in Chinese, it’s often with English words interspersed throughout when I forget the Chinese word. In that case, there is no mental shift between languages needed. Instead, you pull from both languages at once. Ex: “我今天在学校的时候跟我的 Chemistry 老师 discuss 我的essay on the effects of acid rain on 咯房的 roofs.” (Translation: today, at school, my Chemistry teacher and I discussed my essay on the effects of acid rain on the roofs of buildings.)

• Your character could speak one language at home and another language when at work/school/with friends. For example, I speak Chinese when I’m at home with my Chinese family and I speak English everywhere else because I live in Canada. This makes for interesting situations where, even though I am highly proficient in English, I lack some basic vocabulary. What is a blouse? Not really sure to be honest. I used to get “dress” and “skirt” confused a lot because I only used Chinese to refer to those things and thus never built up my English vocabulary in those areas. I’ve had to awkwardly describe the fruit I was looking for in stores before because I didn’t know the English name for it.

Anyway, if you need help with writing a bilingual character, feel free to shoot me an ask!

I think of you.
I wish I didn’t.
I wish the rainy season in my head
Didn’t cause flashbacks.
Flashbacks of you and I
Kissing in flames of desire,
Making me burn up with the warm breaths
You would breath into my lungs.
Dammit I wish I could forget the
Way I looked under your glowing ember eyes.
You. You. You.
It’s always going to be you.
I made you into the hero,
My white knight
Here to slay my depression.
I somehow romanticized you
Into love because I remember how your kisses
Felt like a pinch
Here To distract
Me from another pain somewhere else inside me
I know now you were nothing but a band aid.
You just covered my wounds
You did no actual healing.
Oh but dammit
It is hurricane season and his love
Doesn’t act like umbrella
Like Your love did.
And dammit
It’s pouring inside my head-
He doesn’t know how to keep me warm
He doesn’t know how to pinch me
Dammit he is a stranger to depression
And you are a warm friend.
I need a kind greeting when I get to the door
But he only offers bad directions.
I am not asking for him to make the monsters go away
I’m only asking that he sit with me
While they visit.
But he thinks the darks spots in me
Are just the places
That need light.
He can’t see me in them
You knew my black
And called it my night
You told me that everyone needs
A dark place to rest every once a while.
Dammit you ruined me.
No one will ever get to map out my heart
Because it will only lead back to you.
I am just a bridge to you
Sorry I was a bridge to you
You lit your half on fire
I am just a burnt crisp of wood
That used to belong to something
That is longer existing.
Parts of me are no longer existing.
He tries to rebuild me
But the manufacturer
Is out of commission.
I am like a car without a roof
He can’t take me out in the rain.
I am thinking of you
And when you told me
That you were going to my life raft when
Waves took me under.
Well my heart is drowning
And he doesn’t know where
You left the boats
He doesn’t know where to dive in.
I am just a swimming pool of self loathing
Dammit
He can’t see where to put the love to save me.
I’m thinking of you.
Dammit
It will only ever be you.
In the monsoon raging in me
You are a bolt of lighting
And I am just another clash of thunder
Rumbling out in the distance after you.
Dammit.
Sometimes when the storm is pounding
I look into the puddles it’s created
In my reflection
I only see you.
Dammit
I wish the rain drops didn’t feel so much like
Your kisses.
If they didn’t maybe I could let it wash me away
But the landslide only brings me
To the places you once were.
I am just another abandon beach;
My heart is just another place you once were.
—  You were my shelter in the storm but you have left my heart homeless.
BTS Reaction to their S/O loving thunderstorms/severe weather

Jin:


Jin would be a little shocked at first at how excited you got when you heard the faint rumble of thunder in the distance. He would find it cute and asked you to explain why you liked weather like this rather than sunny days. As you talked, he set up a little cozy nest near the window full of blankets and a few snacks. Though it wasn’t his thing, if it was yours, he’d love it with you. “Ready to watch the storm, sweetie?”

Originally posted by meganhyunhee


Yoongi:


Yoongi would smile a bit. He never really found anybody who liked thunderstorms as much as he did. You both grew excited and talked about how you loved the sound of the pouring rain on the roof, the loud cracks of thunder and the greyness of the sky. He would snuggle you in a blanket and kiss you softly. “I didn’t think rainy days could be any better… but I think spending these rainy days with you, made it perfect…” he’d mumble as he cuddled you until you both calmly fell asleep.

Originally posted by kuromel

Hobi:


Hoseok would be a bit confused at first due to his love of bright warm days. As he saw how excited you got at such weather, he would get excited too! Though he would slightly jump with some loud cracks and bright flashes of lightning, he would love it. His jumps make you laugh, which make him smile and hold on to you tightly. “Oooo… I like sunny days more. Though the rain is starting to grow on me!”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Namjoon:


Namjoon loves rainy days, but not particularly thunderstorms. He didn’t mind them either way. He’d watch you staring out the window, laughing with excitement as the lightning flashed and lit up the dim house. He’d quietly sit with you and just watch you intently. “You’re such a goofball. Laughing at the thunder like that” he’d chuckle “but that’s why I love you. You’re so interesting… can you tell me why you love storms so much?” His eyes slightly sparkled with interest waiting for your words.

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Jimin:


Jimin just didn’t get it. He didn’t really like the rain. It made everything wet, going places was a hassle and it was so dark. Not to mention the loud noise that came with thunderstorms. He saw your eyes grow wide as the storm clouds were on the horizon. Jimin sighed at the sign of the rain. “Wait, you like these storms…? I-I’m sorry, jagi! Let’s go inside and watch it together.”

Originally posted by itschiminie

Taehyung:


He would be excited right there with you. He didn’t see the big deal, but he wanted to enjoy it with you. He loves trying to make you smile so why not just dance around to the rhythm the rain was tapping out on the roof with the random booms of the thunder than made the base. The Lightning gave you strobe lights to flail about to as well. He’d take your hands, wiggle your arms about and twirl you around. “I love rain dancing with you, cutie pie!” Tae would giggle as your smile grew wider.

Originally posted by taestiny


Jungkook:

He would be a bit scared of the thunder but never want to admit it. He hates the way it was so loud and how it rumbled the whole house. When the storm started, he curled in bed and hid under the covers that tightly wrapped him in a cocoon. You came jumping in excitedly, squeaking about how good the storm would be. He poked his head out slightly and shrugged. “I guess… can you just hold me until it’s over….?”

Originally posted by junqkookied

Scared Of The Storm

Group: BTS

Pairing: J-HOPE X READER

Excerpt: “lightning storms can be very striking,” as he looked down at you to see if you laughed; he just saw your wide eyes filled with tears and it suddenly dawned on him how scared you were.

Genre: fluff / angst

Length: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

A/N: anyone want to be my storm buddy?

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

The rain had begun softly, you watched as droplets made paths down the window and almost liked the calming rhythmic sound; you knew your boyfriend enjoyed the delicate pitter-patter as he often listened to the sound of rain whilst writing lyrics.

But you had heard the forecast on your drive to campus, so you weren’t completely falling for the calming sound when there was a promise of a big storm.

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I’ll remind you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff 

Word count: 2090

Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.

A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x] 

Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

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Alex and Water

It was always Kara that was scared of thunderstorms.

“They weren’t like this on Krypton,” she’d say when they were kids as she huddled into Alex’s bed, into Alex’s body, under Alex’s covers.

It was always Kara that had a hard time with showers.

“They’re so loud, and it’s like a rainstorm just on you,” she say when they were kids as Alex drew her a bath instead.

It was always Alex that was in the water.

Always Alex that was surfing, paddle boarding, swimming, diving.

Laughing.

Always Alex that was laughing.

Alex doesn’t drive out to the beach anymore.

She will again.

One day.

Maybe.

But not now.

And Maggie catches on quickly that the sound of running water terrifies her, now.

Sends her into a cold sweat, now. Which scares her too, now.

So Maggie only does the dishes when Alex isn’t home.

She only showers when Alex is out of the apartment. 

She fills up all their ice trays, all their water bottles, when Alex is still at work.

She controls everything she can for the woman she loves.

Water itself. She controls it.

She helps Alex give herself baths with wet washcloths.

She helps Alex breathe through the anxiety and she helps Alex breathe through the night terrors.

She controls everything she can for the woman she loves.

But she can’t control the damn weather.

The damn thunderstorms.

And, naturally, the first rain after Alex’s torture has to be a damn thunderstorm.

Maggie thanks whatever powers there might be that Alex is home, that she’s home, when it starts.

When rain starts pattering on the roof, on the windows. When lightening starts flashing and thunder starts screaming.

And Alex starts screaming, too.

Moaning, more like. And rocking. Hugging herself back. And forth. And back. And forth.

She gasps for air like she’ll never have any more, because god, she almost didn’t.

Maggie pulls her close and Maggie puts her hand on her chest and Maggie kisses her forehead.

“Breathe out into my hand, babe. You can do it, Alex, you’re a badass, remember Danvers? Breathe out into my – yeah, just like that. See? That’s right, sweetie, one more. One more. There you go. I got you. I got you. I got you.”

Her breathing is still ragged and her breathing is still too loud, too much gasp and not enough oxygen, but there’s some. There’s enough.

Until the door slams open and they both jump and reach for their guns, but it’s Kara, it’s Kara, it’s only Kara.

She’s drenched and she looks defeated and she looks almost as terrified as Alex does.

Maggie puts two and two together before either of her Danvers girls can say anything, and she points to the closet where she keeps extra towels.

“Dry yourself off, toss on fresh clothes, and get over here, Sunshine,” she tells her, and Kara says nothing.

She just obeys.

When she’s towel-dried her hair, her face, and she’s padded into the bathroom to strip out of her cardigan and pull on one of Maggie’s oversized NCPD t-shirts and basketball shorts, she curls up next to her big sisters on the bed.

“You okay?” she asks Alex, and Alex is trying to be, trying to be, trying so damn hard to be.

She opens her arms for Kara, and Maggie opens her arms for them both.

They stay that way – holding onto each other like lifelines, because that’s exactly what they are – until the long after the storm passes, until long after the birds start to chirp again.

“Potstickers?” Maggie whispers when she thinks it’s safe, when she thinks both of her girls feel something that might, again, resemble safe.

They turn to her with identical grins, and Maggie just tosses her head back and laughs.

“Two paychecks worth of potstickers it is,” she teases, and she’s never been so happy to spend her money on comfort food.

Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.

****

Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,

Scalpel”

It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.

Kisses, Ice Cream, and Admissions.

Summary: You and your husband skip out on an Oscars week party to go loiter in a grocery store. At the end of the night, you reveal some news you’ve been keeping for a while. 

Pairing: Lin x Reader 

A/N: I started this like five hours ago and I finished it really quickly. It’s an idea I’ve had for a long time, but I just today thought of tying it into Oscars week festivities. 

ALSO, I did want to post something today because I wanted to tide you guys over. I said previously I was going to take part in the @hamwriters Write-a-thon, but I just found out that the week for the celebration is going to be filled with some exams, prior commitments, and traveling and I will no longer be able to participate. So, for the next two weeks, this will probably be the last fic I post. I thank you all for reading this and reading ANY of my fics - you’re all greatly appreciated. I’m terribly sorry about the write-a-thon. (I would queue up my fics, but they aren’t even written yet (yes, I procrastinate) so I just can’t participate at all.)

Words: 2,954 

Warnings: Mild cursing, mild make-out scene, and general lack of knowledge about Oscars stuff or if there even are Oscars week parties(??)

So, without further ado, enjoy this fic! 


You felt like you were watching your life out of someone’s else eyes. You raised your eyes above the crowd that surrounded you and connected eyes with your husband. He caught your look at the same time and stopped mid-sentence to smile at you. The sight of his grin warmed your body, reminding you of the way you felt as a child in the summertime sun when it touched every inch of your being and made your soul giggle with giddiness. You vacantly returned to the complacent conversation taking place right in front of you, nodding at the right moments and laughing politely at the rest. It was another story in another place, part of your husband’s Oscars week parties. You’d happily agreed to accompany him on all of his trips, as you wanted to show him off just as much as he wanted to show you off.

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There was nothing left to do. When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room. So, I punched a whole in the roof. Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you. The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing. Rain came pouring down when I was drowning that’s when I could finally breathe. And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally C L E A N

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode three - head full of snow

  • ❝ no, no, it’s too early to fry the onions. ❞
  • ❝ no mistake. you are to come with me, [] . ❞
  • ❝ i wish i was but a thief. i am not. ❞
  • ❝ i am of death. ❞
  • ❝ that is me
  • ❝ they will be sad for a time, and then they will find happiness again. ❞
  • ❝ this is how they will find me ❞ 
  • ❝ it is my thanks. ❞
  • ❝ come. ❞
  • ❝ it is perfect. ❞
  • ❝ this is not queens. ❞
  • ❝ i was using that
  • ❝ i tried my best. ❞
  • ❝ your best is good. ❞
  • ❝ choose. ❞
  • ❝ careful !
  • ❝ what are you looking at up there ? ❞
  • ❝ it is a ––– thing. not a god. like a god. it is a bad thing. ❞
  • ❝ if it escapes, it will eat the whole of everything. ❞
  • ❝ if he escapes, the thing in the stars, the world is over. like that. ❞
  • ❝ cold doesn’t bother me. this time is my time. ❞
  • ❝ when is your time
  • ❝ i don’t want my fortune told. ❞
  • ❝ virgins have the advantage. ❞
  • ❝ oh, no. you have nothing. you believe in nothing, so you have nothing. ❞
  • ❝ you are on a path from nothing to everything. ❞
  • ❝ you had something, recently, you lost it. ❞
  • ❝ you keep giving away your life. you don’t care much whether you live or die, do you ?
  • ❝ the world’s not what i thought it would be. ❞
  • ❝ you’d rather die than live in a world with bears in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ i can help you. but first, you must do something for me. you have to kiss me. ❞
  • ❝ i have not ever been kissed. i do not know if i like it. ❞
  • ❝ kissing is disgusting. but in a nice way … like … bleu cheese, or brandy. ❞
  • ❝ just take it. here. ❞
  • ❝ don’t lose this. don’t give it away. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve been given protection once. you had the sun itself. i can give you the moon. it’s the daughter, not the father. ❞
  • ❝ i think you got weak. ❞
  • ❝ no one needs to know but me. ❞
  • ❝ you deserve better than this. ❞
  • ❝ there is food, there is roof, what more do you need
  • ❝ in the old country, you were draped with pearl. loved, feared, waited upon. excess suits you. ❞
  • ❝ things will be better again soon enough. ❞
  • ❝ this thing you want to do, you will fail. and they will win. ❞
  • ❝ come, walk with me. ❞
  • ❝ it will rain. ❞
  • ❝ since when were you afraid of getting a little wet 
  • ❝ you only get to fool me once. ❞
  • ❝ still so beautiful. ❞
  • ❝ i want knowledge over comfort, over all things, always. ❞
  • ❝ they will kill you this time. ❞
  • ❝ do you remember when we were young
  • ❝ what have you done
  • ❝ i can taste you on the rain. ❞
  • ❝ what else can i taste
  • ❝ we’re gonna rob a bank. you want some coffee
  • ❝ you won’t shoot. ❞ 
  • ❝ don’t push your luck. ❞
  • ❝ you okay there ?
  • ❝ you a rapist ? murderer
  • ❝ i’m not a drunk. ❞
  • ❝ why are you smiling
  • ❝ it was a long time ago. ❞
  • ❝ i spent the day waiting for a man who will not see me. ❞
  • ❝ i have been in this place for a week and it has done nothing but eat my money. ❞
  • ❝ they know nothing about my people here. ❞
  • ❝ i’m in room 318. ❞
  • ❝ i wish you can see what i see. ❞
  • ❝ i do not grant wishes. ❞
  • ❝ have a little faith, [] . ❞
  • ❝ you’re my bodyguard. that means you guard my body. is that right ?
  • ❝ you do not look happy. ❞
  • ❝ do not bleed before you are wounded. ❞
  • ❝ c’mon, let me buy you a hot cocoa. ❞
  • ❝ why are you talking about marshmallows ? like i’m WORRIED about marshmallows ! … yeah, i like marshmallows. ❞
  • ❝ think ‘snow’. ❞
  • ❝ we’re here. well, i’m here. you’re somewhere else. ❞
  • ❝ plenty of suffering to go around. ❞
  • ❝ i think that’s enough. ❞
  • ❝ i thought of snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love this place. food’s not particularly good, but the ambiance ? unmissable. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not hungry. ❞
  • ❝ who says you have to be hungry to eat
  • ❝ one of those things is science, okay ! the other is fantasy. you’re talking about them like they’re apples and oranges. ❞
  • [, at best, you suffer from a lack of imagination. we’re gonna have to fix that. ❞
  • ❝ you look like a man who’s fallen on hard times from a great height. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t afford to be too careless with a lucky coin. ❞
  • ❝ i plucked it out of thin air, is how i plucked it out of thin air, you bug eating nonce. ❞
  • ❝ i threw it. away. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you fucker. ❞
  • ❝ nice to meet you, asshole, i’m [ ] , [] to my friends. ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to leave you with one question. if, at the end of this night, you do not end up in jail, will you believe in me
  • ❝ you believe in me now
  • ❝ i think i deserve a little more faith than that. ❞
  • ❝ this is the only country in the world that wonders what it is. ❞
  • ❝ it’s still just pretending, like i’m pretending now, like you. ❞
  • ❝ what am i pretending
  • ❝ you are pretending you cannot believe in impossible things. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be genuinely deluded if i believed in that shit. ❞
  • ❝ if you are deluded, i believe it’s genuine. you don’t strike me as the disingenuous type. ❞
  • ❝ no, see, delusions feel real, okay, that’s why they’re delusions. none of this feels real. it feels like a dream. ❞
  • ❝ what a beautiful, beautiful thing to be able to dream when you’re not asleep. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve crossed enough paths to know one in four people are rock stupid. even the smart ones have got some kind of delusion they believe in, whether it’s gods or ghosts. ❞
  • ❝ do you believe in love ?
  • ❝ so you didn’t believe until you did, and then the world changed because you believed. ❞
  • ❝ belief is only a product of the company we keep and how easily we scare. and you do not scare easily. ❞
  • ❝ the only thing that scares me is being forgotten. i can survive most things, but not that. ❞
  • ❝ very best part of memory is that it’s mostly about forgetting. ❞
  • ❝ we remember what’s important to us. ❞
  • ❝ i wonder what’ll be the first thing that drifts through your mind when you look back on this evening. ❞

First one I guess?? 01/06/17 Prompt: Storm Pairing: Klance

“Lance?” Keith poked his head into their kitchen and quickly scanned the room. There was still no sight of his boyfriend, who had disappeared almost an hour ago, about when the rain had started pounding fiercely on the roof. Keith hated to admit it, but he was getting a little worried. Next, he tried their bedroom. It was there that he spotted a lump under the blanket on the bed, all huddled away. He went and sat beside it.

“Lance? What are you doing?” he asked, confused. He had almost never seen his boyfriend act like this. It was uncharacteristic, to say the least. Lance refused to say anything, burrowing deeper into the covers. He flinched when the windows flashed, and a low rumbling of thunder permeated the darkness. Keith’s heart gave a pang as he sat next to Lance and sighed.

“Afraid of thunderstorms?”

“No,” came Lance’s muffled voice.”I’m just very comfortable in here.” His actions gave him away as the next roll of thunder had him burying his head below the blanket.

Keith didn’t quite know what to do in this situation, so he resorted to patting the Lance-shaped lump on the bed. “Hey, it’s alright. The storm will pass.” Lance didn’t move. Keith frowned. He tugged the blanket away from Lance’s grasp, fighting against his desperate pull. “Give me some room, will you?” he muttered, wrapping the cover around his and Lance’s shoulders and heads. They were pressed up against each other, safe in the embrace of the blanket. The next boom of thunder was almost rendered mute by the barrier.

Lance glanced up at Keith, eyes guilty. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered halfheartedly. Keith felt his heart give another lurch as he observed the fear hiding just under the surface of Lance’s eyes.

“Are you afraid of thunderstorms?” he repeated softly. This time, Lance nodded slowly, snuggling closer to Keith when lightning illuminated the room again. Keith could feel Lance’s pulse going much quicker than normal. Running his hand through Lance’s soft hair, Keith pulled his boyfriend closer to him under the blankets.

“It’s going to be alright,” he murmured. “It can’t hurt you here.” Lance said nothing. Keith cast around in his mind for something to distract him from the storm. “Hey, you know that dog we met yesterday?” he asked, shifting his tone completely.

Lance peeked up at him. “The black lab?”

“Yeah. It was really cute, right?”

“…Yes.”

“I was browsing black lab mixed breeds on the internet,” Keith grinned. “We may be seeing one in the house soon.”

That drew a chuckle from Lance. “You never could resist puppies.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Lance, meanwhile, had visibly relaxed in Keith’s arms. “Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely.

Keith shook his head. “I didn’t do anything. Puppies are magical.”

Lance drew in a shuddering breath, unable to smile as memories engulfed him again. “I just can’t stop thinking of a time, when I was younger, that lightning struck my family’s house. The whole…the whole thing went up in flames. We lost everything. It took so long for me to get over my fear of lightning.” He forced a bitter laugh. “Guess I wasn’t as over it as I thought.”

Keith traced his hand over Lance’s face, wiping the stray tears away from his eyes. “Lance, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Keith let Lance’s head fall onto his shoulder as he started to sob harder, emotions flooding over him. He cradled Lance and whispered whatever comforting things he could think of until the sobs had subsided into sparse sniffles.

Lance pulled back and wiped his eyes, avoiding Keith’s gaze. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

Keith gave a small smile. “Anything for the one I love.”

Lance’s cheeks went slightly redder than they already were. “That was cheesy, even for me.”

Keith leaned forward and gave Lance a quick kiss on the forehead, smoothing his hair back. “But I know you love it.” He kissed his nose, then his lips. Without giving him a chance to say anything, he whispered, “I think the storm has stopped.” A part of him was reluctant to say it, not wanting this moment to end.

Lance seemed equally reluctant to pull away. “Can we just sleep like this?” he asked, a yawn escaping his mouth. It made his nose crinkle, and Keith could feel his heart melting at the sight.

“Alright,” he chuckled, snuggling himself closer to his boyfriend.

“Thank you for being there, Keith,” Lance murmured quietly, nearly asleep.

Thank you for everything, Keith thought to himself, smiling as he fell asleep next to the one he loved the most in the world. 

Notice me, Evan Hansen.

@no-homo-hansen

Here’s some garbage I threw together in like half an hour about Evan having Sensory Overload because I love projecting my own problems onto these characters. Yeet,

t/w Vague mention of self harm. Sensory overload.

Have you ever gone swimming, and one moment you’re fine and the next moment your foot has slipped and you’re under the water. All you can think of is that you need air. Your heart is pounding. You panic and splash and flail until finally you find your footing, your head is above water and your lungs finally fill.

That’s how it felt for Evan Hansen as he shoved through the doors of his school one day. He didn’t know where he was going he just knew he had to get away. Away from the noise. But everywhere he went there was more noise.

Outside it was gray, wet, and deserted. It had been raining for the better part of the morning and if the thunder in the distance was any indication it would rain again. School was still in session and Evan couldn’t tell if that was better or worse.

Each drop of rain dripping off the roof, sounding like a drum. Every drop pounding in his ears and echoing in his brain. The wind rattling the leaves, the sound of cars whooshing down a nearby highway. It was all too much. The sounds and noises amplified in his brain. It was too much; all of it was too much. He needed to breathe. So he ran. He went as far as his legs would take him. They gave out as he rounded the school knees hitting the dirty pavement behind the school.

His skin felt to tight for his body and he just wanted to escape to claw himself out of here.

He scratched his nails over his arms, and tried to suck in some air. Squeezing his eyes shut. The cold pavement digging into his knees through his jeans, the smell of the rain, the drip drip drip of water off the roof. All too much all to loud.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there when a hand lands on his shoulder making him jump.

“Whoa there are you okay?”

Evan opened his eyes looking up. Connor Murphy was kneeling in front of him the heavy warm weight of his hand on Evan’s shoulder.

“What are, um, what are you doing here?” Evan said cringing at how loud his voice sounded echoing off the stone walls of the school.

“I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw you run out of class. Are you crying?”Evan hadn’t realized he had been the wet feeling of tears now becoming evident. The sound of Connor’s voice was too loud; the hand still on his shoulder was too heavy.

“Can you maybe not talk so loud, and maybe not touch me right now?” Evan whispered.

“Sorry. Sorry” was Connor’s whispered apology dropping his hand “but you have to tell me if you’re okay and is there anything I can do to help?”

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care? And hey stop that,” Connor whispered back glancing down to where Evan’s fingers were still digging into the skin of his arms, “you’ll hurt yourself.”

“You’re not one to talk about people hurting themselves” Evan mumbled dropping his hands. He winced as soon as the words left his mouth, “Sorry sorry. I didn’t mean that. That was mean.”

“It’s fine.” Connor said. Evan couldn’t read his expression. “How do you even know about that?”

“You pushed your sleeves up to wash your hands in the bathroom a few weeks ago. And I, uh, I saw.”

“Oh okay,” Connor said still not giving away emotion. He moved to sit next to Evan back against the wall of the school. “What happened to you? You’re changing the subject. Obviously, you don’t have to tell me but I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay. And once you’re breathing isn’t so crazy for Christ’s sake Evan, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m fine Connor. I just- I just get overwhelmed sometimes okay? And my senses can’t take anymore. Like, with, um, too many lights or sounds or something I just get hypersensitive.’

“Oh. I think I get it a little bit,” Connor said, “Is there anything that will help?”

“I usually just have to ride it out, I’m okay though I promise.” Evan mumbled tugging at the hem of his shirt, “What did you mean when you said why wouldn’t you care?”

Connor sighed and let his head rest against the wall behind him, eyes closing. Apparently satisfied at Evan’s proclamations that he was fine. “I know everyone in this school thinks I’m heartless but I’m really not. Who would just leave you here to cry or whatever?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Evan protested, “I never thought you were heartless It’s just that most people WOULD leave me here to cry. No one takes much notice of me.”

“No one ever notices me either,” Connor mumbled “maybe that’s why I couldn’t just walk away from your sorry ass. Because I know what it’s like to go unnoticed and I don’t want you to feel like that.”

Evan didn’t know what to say. He stared at the profile of Connor’s face. His head tilted up and his eyes still closed. Connor looked almost soft here. Not like something Evan had ever seen before. At least not on Connor.

“Why are you staring at me?” Connor sighed.

Oh, apparently his eyes weren’t as closed as Evan had thought.

“I have,” Evan said his voice unsteady.

“You have what?”

“Noticed you,” He admitted quietly. Quiet enough that he wouldn’t be sure Connor had even heard him if it wasn’t for the way he tensed.

“Have you?” Connor said, obviously trying to make his voice impassive but Evan caught something else laced in his tone he just couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Yes. I’ve noticed all kinds of things about you. I’ve noticed that you don’t like mayonnaise on your sandwiches and that you cut them into triangles and not rectangles. I noticed that you like to read but you try to hide it, and that you always have a book with you. And I’ve noticed that you’re not as angry as you make yourself out to be. You’re just incredibly sad.”

Connor sat up quickly, facing Evan. Evan looked at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He said too much he said way too much. Connor was angry he had to be.

“Evan,” Connor said quietly his voice breathless “Please look at me.”

Evan did. He tore his eyes from the pavement and forced himself to meet the stormy grey of Connor’s eyes.

Connor wasn’t angry. Evan didn’t know what he was. He looked open and vulnerable and so much more beautiful than Evan had ever known.

They sat like that for a while. Just looking at each other. Both too scared to break the tension the was crackling between them. Both not wanting to let go of this moment. Because in that moment they understood each other, and understanding wasn’t something either of them had gotten very often.

It made Evan feel bold. Bolder than he has in his life. For once his anxiety didn’t control him, and he reached out his hand. Meeting Connor’s hand and intertwining their fingers. It didn’t feel like too much. It felt like he could breathe. The warmth of Connor’s hand in his own sweaty hand didn’t feel overwhelming it felt right.

He hoped this was okay. He hoped he didn’t read this wrong. He needed this to be right.

Connor smiled. A bright smile. A wide smile that crept it’s way into his eyes. Evan fell in love with that smile almost instantly. All he wanted was for Connor to smile like that forever.

“I’ve noticed you too, Evan Hansen,” Connor said squeezing the hand that was still in his.

Neither of them were letting go anytime soon.

Drabble Challenge! 1-100

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

  1. Stop acting like a child!
  2. Retrace your steps.
  3. You don’t have to worry, I’m here.
  4. Don’t you just wanna reach out and touch it?
  5. I said “movie day”, not “moving day”!
  6. Fine, go out with your friends. I hope you have fun!
  7. That’s hot! Hot! Hot!
  8. What the hell did you do to my car?
  9. We’ve been married for years and you won’t even help me ____
  10. Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.
  11. Did you change all the clocks?
  12. It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure.
  13. Are we lost?
  14. Don’t tell me to stop, you’re not my mom.
  15. Where would I be without you?
  16. You ran over my foot!
  17. I’m like the hulk.
  18. Take out the trash or so help me God!
  19. Do we have a spare?
  20. You know I don’t like when the power goes out.
  21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)
  22. I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.
  23. Shopping? For eight hours?
  24. Show me your texts or it’s over.
  25. I just had a couple drinks.
  26. Why haven’t they invented bowling on ice?
  27. Take notes. Watch and learn.
  28. You hit me!
  29. You lost…but you’re still MY little winner.
  30. It’s not that hard…that’s what she said.
  31. You spent how much?!
  32. You stayed home last weekend, come on. You’re coming this time.
  33. Did you just fart? ‘Cause you’re blowing me away.
  34. No, you’re not fixing it again. Call a plumber.
  35. 239 DVDs and yet nothing to watch.
  36. I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.
  37. Is it to late to say…celery?
  38. I have a headache, be nice for once!
  39. If I were famous…oh wait…I am!
  40. Just call me Gandhi.
  41. You’re sitting in front of a space heater in the middle of summer…
  42. Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.
  43. I’ve been looking everywhere!
  44. We can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?
  45. I’m stuck at the office.
  46. What is this? 20 questions?
  47. Explain why the remote and Cheetos are in the bathroom.
  48. I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.
  49. Have you seen my chainsaw?
  50. They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.
  51. Hand over the cheese grater, or else.
  52. Shut up and get off the dance floor.
  53. Do you like guacamole?
  54. It looks like you’re driving me to my death.
  55. You love me and you know it.
  56. You’re going deep SEA fishing?
  57. You’re not even a boyfriend, you’re kind of like a dog.
  58. Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.
  59. …but my phone’s dying…
  60. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
  61. Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.
  62. They’re curtains, not window blankets.
  63. What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?
  64. Did the lights just flash?
  65. Take out the garbage! This is like the 10th time I’ve asked!
  66. It’s not a donkey. It’s a mule.
  67. I told you I don’t like boats, why’d you drag me out here?
  68. Shh, don’t say a word.
  69. Road trip?
  70. I just want to watch the sunset and you gotta be creepin’.
  71. How’d we end up at the Grand Canyon?
  72. Do you prefer colored pencils or crayons?
  73. Bear attacks are a legitimate fear.
  74. Blankets are for quitters.
  75. Get back here and put on some pants.
  76. You spent how much???
  77. You switched our pillows, savage.
  78. Egg Rolls aren’t meant to be breakfast.
  79. Any other day, I might just want to die.
  80. I warned you, if you were late one more time…
  81. Wanna runaway?
  82. I was kind of wondering if maybe…could we…you want to go to the movies with me?
  83. It was supposed to be perfect! Now everything’s ruined!
  84. Don’t trip.
  85. The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.
  86. You said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.
  87. I just tell myself things will get better.
  88. Karma’s a b*tch
  89. Omg, this is my favorite song. Dance with me!
  90. It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.
  91. I think the roof is leaking, or it might just be raining inside.
  92. It’s a blizzard out yonder.
  93. I forgot we had a cat.
  94. You want to explain why my window is broke?
  95. Did you go through my underwear drawer?
  96. Why’s it so small?
  97. Amen.
  98. It was a dark and stormy day when…
  99. Your love is just a lie.
  100. *Make up your own*

Happy Writing!

The Daughter of Hades - rewrite // p1

summary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind.

pairings: Bucky x female reader

warnings: angst, violence, car crash, injections, swearing,

thoughts are in italics

A/N: i really appreciate all of the great feedback i got from the original Daughter of Hades, but personally i wasn’t happy with some of the content and decided to rewrite the (unfinished) series with a new plot :) i hope everyone enjoys this adaptation as much as the first <3

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


1945, Brooklyn

Naturally, you weren’t much of a drinker, you’d have a couple of beers and stop there. People would call you the sober one, even though you drank more than any normal girl. They’d say you weren’t fun; but you felt responsible for your friends and wanted to make sure they got home safe. But with Bucky leaving for war soon, why not have more than usual? You’d been out with a few friends tonight, two of your closest friends Bucky and Steve who you’ve known since high school, and Clara who had just dealt with a break up. She was completely heart broken and ended up having two beers, a whisky and three glasses of wine. You had just been to the bathroom and returned to see Steve and Bucky at the bar, with Clara in a corner booth with her head on the table next to an uncomfortably close man.

“Steve! Bucky!” You shouted over the chatter so you could scowl at them for not looking after your friend. “Why is Clara half asleep on the table?” You said in your mun voice with your hands on your hips.

“She went to sit with some girls that new her.” Bucky said without turning to look at her, but he was never good at looking confident when you were in your mum stance.

Annoyed at their ignorance and carelessness, you grabbed both of them by the ear and turned them to Clara’s table. “I’m pretty sure he is not a girl and that Clara does not know him.” You pushed through the middle of them to make your way to Clara, but not without smacking both of them on the back of the head.

“Clara, honey I think it’s time we get you home.” You shook her gently to stir her awake, to which she sat up a little to quickly.

She moaned and held her head, “Okay, but I’m driving,”

You chuckled lightly and helped her out of the booth; you started walking to Bucky and Steve, when someone grabbed your arm. “Hey, you can’t take her away she’s with me.” The man that was next to Clara slurred his words together, his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I don’t think so.” You tried pulling your arm free but he tightened his grip.

“C’mon she’s safe with me.” He leant in further to you.

“Look sweetie, nobody would be safe with you. We’re leaving.”

“Alright you can stay if you want,” He started raising his voice which caught the attention of Steve and Bucky. You finally got your arm free and turned away again, “but you’re not going anywhere, sweetcheeks.” He landed a hard smack on your ass and grinned proudly. You froze in your tracks and slowly turned to face him.

Bucky wanted to punch that guy in the face so hard for what he just did to you; his crush on you meant he was always overprotective but this time it was necessary. But before he was within three feet of the man, you punched him square in the nose. There was a loud crack as his head flew back and he lost his balance, you kicked him in the groin for good measure making him curl up on the floor. 

When you turned around, Steve was holding up Clara, Bucky was gawking at you and the whole bar was quiet. Even the music had stopped. You smoothed out the creases in your dress and smiled like you just walked into the room. Your heels echoed throughout the room as you moved to Clara.

The music quickly returned and so did the chatter, probably about the kind faced woman giving a drunken giant a broken nose. You thanked Steve for helping Clara and turned to Bucky who still stared at you in awe.

“You catching flies there Buck?” When you didn’t get a reply you pushed up his jaw and gave him a lingered kiss on the cheek. “I’m taking Clara home, I’ll see you tomorrow. Dancing right?” He nodded slowly. You gave Steve a peck on the cheek as well. “Bye Steve.”

“Wait Y/N, are you going to get home okay?” It was cute how concerned he looked while still having the shock in his eyes from the current events. It did annoy you slightly though.

“Sweetie, I’m not that far away from here I’ll be fine.” You winked and then left.

Bucky, still quite shocked at the fight you put up, sat down in his stool bar and sighed. “What am I going to do punk?”

Steve retook his seat next to Bucky and ordered drinks for the two. “What do you mean?” Bucky was never unsure of anything, especially when it came to girls.

“I think I’m in love.” He replied with a smile.

“You’ve got to tell her Buck. What happened to the confident, ladies man I grew up with? Y’know, say something before its too late.” Steve rested a hand on Bucky’s back.

The bartender returned with their drinks and Bucky took a sip; he’d be shipping to England soon and he may never see you again. But for once in his life he didn’t know what to say to a girl. You weren’t like the other girls he’s dated; you were cocky, you preferred hanging out with the boys, you weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself; you just beat up a guy in front of a bar full of people and when the two of you first met you were the first to resist his charm. 

He raised his glass to Steve in cheers. “Tomorrow. When we go dancing.” He said smiling.

“I’ll make sure of that.”

“I know you would. If I don’t you’ll be on my ass ‘till I leave.” They both laughed loudly, and did for the rest of the night.


The drive home was thankfully peaceful, Clara had fallen asleep, rain was tapping on the roof and windshield of the car, and there was no traffic. Unusual. The street lamps created a warm, orange hue that reflected off the wet roads and created the illusion of driving on a river that was ablaze with an auburn fire. Either that or you had started hallucinating due to the amount of alcohol you drank. But you were a good driver none the less, and a safe one at that.

 But it surprised you when your headache got painfully stronger and the pounding in your head got louder Your vision had also started to blur, which is probably why you didn’t notice the tow large military Jeeps in front and behind you, suddenly appear. The problem was the one in front of you was facing you, you just didn’t know.

The Jeep behind you suddenly sped up and pulled up beside the driver’s door, it then rammed into the car forcefully and bent your car door inwards, trapping your arm. You managed to keep control of the car but didn’t hit the brakes, adrenaline had clouded your thinking skills. The Jeep next to you slowed and your gaze followed it as it dropped behind you.

When you returned your gaze to the road ahead, you were met with full beam headlights directly in your path by around 20 meters. You tried to swerve out f the way but the passenger side grazed the Jeep and the back flew out. The car spun twice before clipping the kerb and rolling down the main street in a battered wreck.

The car was now on it’s side in the middle of the road. You looked to your right to see Clara’s body lazily slumped against the car door as your seatbelt held you above her. Drops of blood were dripping from your head and landing on her beautiful face, then slowly running across the valley of her features. There was a large pool of blood next to her, when you followed the drips of blood you traced it to your left arm which hung loosely across your chest. It was broken. You groggily muttered Clara’s name to ask her for her injuries, but soon realized that her chest lay still and that another pool of blood bordered her head.

A light shines across your face for a brief second; you look up to see two dark figures walking towards you, flashlight in hand. They were talking amongst themselves in a foreign language with thick accents as they approached. If you weren’t hanging limply in your car with a broken arm you would’ve tried to get out and see who they were, but you were slowly losing consciousness.

For a moment you thought you were hallucinating, but in fact the car was being turned to sit haphazardly on all four wheels. The quick and unsettling movement caused pain to grow all over your body, especially due to your head and arm injuries.

Your car door was ripped from its secure spot, exposing the two mangled bodies inside. One of the figures shone the light directly into your eyes, to which you squinted and slowly turned away. The other figure was looking through the passenger window at Clara. They began conversing in the same language as before; the figure next to Clara walked off while the one next to you rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to come with us it’s not safe here, we can help you.” The figure, now speaking in English, still had their thick accent. You turned to look at them and saw a small man in a great suit with round glasses. “I’m going to get more help, wait here.”

When he walked out of sight, you noticed he had left a briefcase on the ground. You one-handedly unclipped the seatbelt and stumbled quietly out of the vehicle. The briefcase was surprisingly unlocked, so you rummaged through the contents for something; anything that could give you answers to who these people are.

Underneath multiple forms and confidential files, a handgun lay at the bottom of the case. After making sure it had a few rounds in it, you walked round the passenger side of the car wreckage. The crash hadn’t damaged your legs too much but they did hurt with all of your weight on them. You aimed the gun at the small man, who was talking to a significantly larger one, and lent on the car for support; also for a steady aim.

When the gun clicked after you had armed it, the two men turned to face you; both shocked at how you got the gun, and how you had such strength and determination after such a big accident. “Who are you?” You choked out.

“Darling, I’m a doctor.” He started as he walked to you slowly, as if not to spook an animal. “You shouldn’t be walking, you’ve suffered a lot of injuries. Let me take you to the hospital.”

You weren’t sure if the alcohol still had an affect on you or if you actually believed this man, but you lowered the gun and rested yourself on the floor against the car. Just then he lent down and whispered in your ear. “Everything that follows is all for a great cause.”

Before you and ask him what he meant, the larger man pinned you down and stabbed a needle into your neck. Very quickly, you stated loosing all feeling in your body and was going limp, every object in front of you seemed to merge into one, and then everything went black.



tags: @that-sarcastic-pisces, @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this re-write, I just felt like we needed some original Bucky love in there to get the plot going. 😊

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Rainy Night

Second time’s a charm for writing Gajevy, right? Is that how it works? I hope I gave your lil request justice, @fornhaus! Please, enjoy! 

Pairing: Gajevy
Words: 865
Summary: It’s a stormy night, and even though Gajeel is a little hungry, he doesn’t mind protecting his favorite light sleeper. 


The brief pauses between lightning and thunder will always be the worst. Waiting for the abrupt crash of thunder is almost agonizing. These are the exact reason why Levy decided she absolutely hates thunderstorms.

Much to her surprise, she isn’t the only one who dreads storms. Pantherlily—basically her partner in crime during these times—is right by her side when storms approach Magnolia. There is one person, however, who will never understand.

“What’s so bad about a little rain?” Gajeel scoffs at Levy and Pantherlily as they anxiously prepare for the storm currently threatening their town.

“The lightning is blinding,” Pantherlily hastily defends himself, shutting his eyes.

“The thunder gives me a heart attack!” Levy adds frantically, clutching onto headphones.

“It’s not doing anything to you.” Gajeel dismisses them with a lazy wave of his hand.

“Sometimes the electricity can shut off,” Pantherlily retorts.

“P-Please, don’t jinx it,” Levy gulps, peering out the window to find raindrops cascading across the glass. “I-I’m going to be in my room until the storm passes. You guys can hang out here in the meantime.”

“You got any food in the fridge?” Gajeel asks, although he only receives a shutting door in response. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Lily, do you—“ Expecting to find him as he turns around, he sighs when realizing his cat had followed Levy inside her room.

“Whatever,” Gajeel mutters under his breath. “I’ll just watch TV.”

Within ten minutes, the pouring rain sprays across the roof, the lightning illuminates the entire sky, and the thunder reverberates inside the walls. Gajeel doesn’t acknowledge any of this, but he can’t help his eyes from glancing at Levy’s door.

The light hanging above him flickers just slightly; Gajeel reacts faster than his heartbeat. He is already opening Levy’s door by the time the electricity goes out.

“Levy,” Gajeel says while entering the dark room.

“Gajeel,” Levy simultaneously whispers, watching his figure approach her. “I’m scared.”

“I’m here,” he assures gently, sitting on the edge of her bed and finding her curled up under the covers. From the sudden shine of lightning, he notices Pantherlily resting at the end of the bed.

“Thanks,” she smiles gratefully after he removes his hands from her ears to block out the thunder that shortly followed. “I didn’t hear a thing.”

“I guess my work here is done,” he responds. Despite being in the dark, he can still make out his favorite tugged cheeks. He smiles to himself, but it quickly disappears when he feels her hands forcing him closer to her.

“Lie down with me until the storm is over?” Levy nearly requests, scooting closer to the wall to give him space.

Not having the ability to ever say no to her, Gajeel attempts to smoothly lie beside her without rocking the bed too much. He views her back towards him silently. Even though he is above the covers, he can sense her comforting body heat. Impulsively, he reaches towards her to twirl her hair around his fingers.

“Normally I’m the one that plays with your hair,” Levy says before freezing when there’s a distant rumble of thunder.

“There’s a difference between playing and braiding,” Gajeel remarks with comforting fingers in her hair.

“The braids look cute on you,” she giggles, shifting closer to him until her back touches his chest. “Tell me if I’m going too far.”

“You’re not,” he answers a bit too quickly. If anything, he wants to go further than this, but he knows they shouldn’t. “The rain is pretty relaxing, isn’t it?” he asks after a while.

“It’s cold,” she replies.

“But refreshing.”

“It makes the sky so dreary.”

“But it’s still bright.”

“Are you disagreeing with me just to make me mad?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“You wish.”

Gajeel smiles at Levy’s quick retorts, curious to know if she’s smiling as well. He reacts on reflex when there’s another gleam of lightning; he places his palms on her exposed ear until the roll of thunder finishes. Before he’s able to remove his hand, Levy delicately grasps onto it.

The two are silent as she begins to tug his hand over her until his arm drapes over her waist. The only sound that accompanies them is the pouring rain that suddenly feels relaxing to Levy. Before she realizes it, her eyes begin to close.

“Wake me up when the storm is over,” she says softly.

“I’m going to get hungry,” Gajeel states.

“I won’t know if you leave or not, anyway. Goodnight,” she replies.

He’s able to sense Levy’s lie, knowing very well that she’s the lightest sleeper he’s ever met. “Night,” he eventually responds.  

It isn’t long until he feels her breathing settle into an even rhythm that only translates into sleep. He absentmindedly runs his fingers across her hair to pass the time, but he begins to find himself dozing off.

And even though he senses his stomach growling with the thunder, he falls asleep and secures his protective arms around his favorite light sleeper paired with his favorite tugged cheeks.

1. Storm

Yes, I didn’t come up with an original title, but it’s whatever. This first fic is for @iwritefanfictionnottragediess !! It’s kinda short and I wrote part at 1am, but there should be other (hopefully better) fics to come!!

Words: 1167 

Read on A03: X


Keith grabs Lance’s hand and pulls him under the cover of a bus stop. Just in time, too. A huge strike of lightning lights up the dreary sky for a moment, and Keith feels Lance shiver against him.

“You okay?” Lance nods stiffly, still pressed up against Keith. He is completely soaked, wet from head to toe. The heavy rain falls from the sky, making loud splattering noises when it hits the roof. He steps away after a minute, sitting down heavily on a nearby bench.

“Take off your jacket.” Lance looks up quickly, red staining his tan cheeks.

“Wha-what?! Why?” Keith rolls his eyes at the stammering boy, reaching up to pull off his own jacket. Lance’s face only turns redder at that.

“Lance, your jacket is soaked and if you don’t take it off soon, you’ll get sick. Hurry up and take it off.” Realization dawning on Lance, he quickly peels away the soggy item.

He sits there shivering, wrapping his arms around himself. Suddenly, something warm is draped over his shoulders. Lance looks up to see Keith looking pointedly away while pulling his red jacket over Lance’s bare arms.

“Here.” Lance flushes, the smirks.

“Thanks… but how is this tiny crop top going to help at all?” Keith frowns, pouting.

“Well, excuse me for trying to help. I can always take it back.” Lance shifts away from Keith, grabbing at the jacket to pull it closer to him.

Keith clears his throat, looking away again. Lance swears he sees a light blush on his cheeks, but dismisses the thought. Keith was probably just cold. Catching Keith’s eye, Lance waves for Keith to join him on the bench. Keith sits, a comfortable distance away from Lance.

It grows quiet again, nothing but the sound of rain coming down around them. Keith is about to try and break the slightly uncomfortable silence, when Lance starts to speak.

“You know, I used to like the rain.” After a moment, Keith hums, and Lance continues. “I used to play in it, when I was little, until I got the flu one time. Mama scolded me but I still think it was worth it.”

Keith pictures this, a younger Lance running about in the rain, splashing through the mud. The thought of it brings a smile to his face. But somehow the melancholy undertone of Lance’s voice makes him sober up.

“And? What do you think of it now?” Lance hums, looking through the window of the shelter contemplatively. He shrugs a bit, still not turning back towards Keith.

“I’m not entirely sure. There are things I like about it, and things I don’t. It’s sad but beautiful, hindering but also helpful.” Keith cocks an eyebrow, the strange metaphor going over his head.

“What… exactly do you mean?” It’s not mean or condescending, the way he says it, instead it’s rather kind, and open. Willing to listen.

“It’s beautiful, anyone can see, but the dull grey of the clouds make it seem so sad. I guess, I relate in a way sometimes. It stops us from getting where we needed to be, but at the same time opens up wonderful opportunities.

Keith hadn’t expected Lance to be so deep and philosophical, yet he now finds it admirable, and he loves the concentrated look played out on his face.

"What kinds of opportunities have come from this?” Keith is teasing slightly, but he is also genuinely curious to see what Lance means. Lance, seeming to snap out of some sort of daze, flushes red and starts to stammer.

“D-did I say that out loud? Hah, I mean- I meant- I didn’t get much sleep last night I-I’ve got to go.” Lance moves to sit up, but a strong hand gripping his arm keeps him in place.

“Wait. Tell me what you meant, I want to know.” Lance visibly gulps, Adams apple bobbing in his throat. He strains against Kith’s grip again, but neither of them budge.

“No, I can assure you that you very much do not want to know, and that this is a bad idea. Let me go, please.” Keith’s frown deepens, his eyebrows scrunching up in discontent.

“No. Where would you go anyways? It’s pouring buckets out there, you’d be drenched.” Lance gives an exasperated sigh, dropping back down next to Keith. Keith grins a little bit at his win.

Please tell me.” Lance swallows thickly, wiping the hand of his free arm on his jeans.

“I- you can let me go, you know. I won’t run.” Keith gives him a skeptical look, but drops his arm anyways. Lance still doesn’t look at him.

“What I meant,” Lance begins slowly, “is that we get the opportunity to be alone. Together.” He’s blushing, a dark red covering his face.

“Wha- I don’t understand?” Keith isn’t joking, he really doesn’t understand what Lance is trying to say. He has an idea, and inkling, but he doesn’t want it to just be blind hope. Lance doesn’t elaborate further, leaving Keith’s question unanswered. Being the hothead he is, Keith won’t stand for it.

Keith grabs Lance by the shoulders, not too roughly, and spins him around so they’re face to face.

“Tell me what it means.” He hadn’t meant for his voice to be so weak, but that’s how it came out. “Please.”

Lance squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, then takes a breath. Reopening his eyes, he stares directly at Keith.

“It gives us the opportunity to be alone together so i can confess to you.” Lance smiles, a bittersweet smile with lips pressed together tight, and sighs. It sounds as if a ton of bricks have been lifted off his shoulders.

“Say it.” Lance’s gaze snaps back to Keith. Keith, who has a desperate look in his eyes. Lance blinks slowly, then opens his mouth.

“I like, no, I love you. I really, really love you.” A tear slips down his face, and Keith quickly brushes it away.

In a flash, his lips are on Lance’s and everything else goes numb. He barely registers the sound of rain falling, or the cars rushing past on the street, falling into a breathless rhythm with Lance’s lips. Lance had frozen initially, but now was kissing back with more vigor than ever. His hands come up to cradle Keith head, Keith’s hands finding Lance’s waist. Soft sounds escape their mouths, until they pull away gasping.

“I love you too, you massive idiot.”

Lance’s smile breaks into a grin, so wide it almost split his cheeks in half. Keith couldn’t help smiling along, lost in Lance’s happiness, happiness that he shares.

Keith quickly pulls Lance in for another kiss, humming happily. Nothing could be more of a perfect end to a stormy day.


When the rain does let up a bit, the two boys run as fast as they can back to Keith’s apartment. There they fall asleep, listening to the sounds of each other breathing in sync with the pounding rain.

For better or for worse

Request: None it’s just a “Decoy Bride” au- aka Lin just wants to get married but when his wife-to-be disappears, his friends need to find a temporary stand-in while they look for her (I like this trashy romcom too much to not write an au)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader 

Warnings: fake relationships, slow burn, paparazzi, initial dislike

Word count: 4,511 (I got carried away?)

A/N: Apologies to anyone waiting for a fic but I’ve had major writers block :/ Feedback is welcomed with enthusiasm ^-^ Thanks to @fragmentofmymind for proofreading!

@picklessfights

The boat bumped against the rock as her owner tied her to the roughly-hewn wooden post that served as a docking point. You looked out of the rain-spattered porthole windows and over the seemingly endless soggy fields. At your side, your suitcase seemed too small too be carrying everything you owned.

You were coming home.

Ever since you and your mother had moved to the tiny island off the Scottish coast, you had wanted to escape. You had dreams to follow and you sure as hell weren’t going to achieve them on an island where you knew the whole population by name.

You had tried countless times to leave- to go to university, to live with your boyfriend, to work a job that had promised you connections. But you always ended up on the ferry back, your suitcase getting more battered every time, packed to move back into the Bed and Breakfast your mother owned- the only accommodation with rooms to rent on the island.

“There you go, lass,” the grey-haired captain leant you a hand as you stepped off the boat and onto the muddy path. You thanked him as he passed you your case and stepped off the boat after you. It was raining hard and you had forgotten your umbrella.

Tugging your case through the wet mud and then gravel was hard work, and the walk to your home gave you more than enough time to second guess yourself. You had left your boyfriend- an abusive dickhead if there ever was one- and run. But you had left your dreams behind- again- in New York when you had taken the first flight to Edinburgh and with every step they felt farther away.

You opened the door and walked in, hoping to have a moment to compose yourself. But your mother was standing in the hallway, ironing. “Oh!” she gasped, then looked abruptly serious, “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” you said bravely, but at the sight of her concerned expression everything seemed to crash back down onto you all over again and you let out a hiccoughing sob. “Fine.”

Your mother looked you up and down and set down her iron, rushing to pull you into a tight hug. “Come on,” she said quietly, “let’s have a cup of tea and warm you up, shall we?”

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Heartbreaker Part 2

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

Part 1

Love me like you did, love me like you did/I’ll give you anything, I’ll give you anything

(Outer Space-5sos)

     The fans were currently split. They either hated or loved the boys at the moment. A video of Ashton announcing that your relationship was all based on a bet had gone viral. Not only had Ashton’s worse nightmare had come true, but he could only imagine what you were going through. The two of you had been apart for a month now. It was one month too long for Ashton’s liking. Sure he had toured and been away from you long enough before, but this time was different. The two of you weren’t even together and Ashton wasn’t sure if you two were still friends. His reputation of being a gentleman was tarnished. 

Ashton let out a huff and kept his eyes locked on the phone he was twirling around. He wanted to respect your wishes and not contact you, but he couldn’t keep to his word. There was so much Ashton still wanted to say, but he knew you weren’t going to listen. You had made it clear to him that the relationship you two had was still hanging in the air. You had told Ashton you wanted to think about everything and it scared him to death. The anticipation was too much and it took him three seconds to get your contact up and hit the call button. It was like his senses went on high as the phone rang. On the first ring he could hear his heart pounding loud in his chest. On the second ring his breath hitched in his throat as he thought of you not picking up. This was taking too long and Ashton was ready to hang up, but then the call picked up. “Hello?” a voice said. It was a deep voice, one that clearly didn’t belong to you. The voice made his blood run cold and he momentarily forgot what he wanted to say. “Hello?” the guy asked again.

“I-Is Y/N there?” Ashton hesitantly asked, “Maybe I dialed the wrong number.”

“No this is her phone. Can you hang on a second?” the guy said. Ashton didn’t have a chance to reply. He only heard the stranger call for you and soon heard your voice in the background. It was only seconds later that your voice filled the line and Ashton’s heart swelled with love. “Y/N here!” you cheerfully said into the phone, not really being told who was on the other line.

“I miss you,” Ashton blurted, he physically winced as the words left his lips. That wasn’t how he wanted to start the conversation. Hearing another man’s voice wasn’t what he was expecting either. The smile on your face faded at the sound of his voice. You had been doing alright without him being in your life for the month. Trying hard to get over the event that took place. “Who was the guy that picked up the phone?” Ashton found himself asking. You swallowed hard at his words, glancing to your guest and giving him a smile.

“Don’t do that” you mumbled, ignoring his question.

“Do what?” Ashton innocently replied, running a hand through his hair. He knew you were avoiding his question and couldn’t help but to be jealous. It was hard for him not to be jealous. You two broke up and just a month away from each other it already seemed like you had moved on. How could he blame you though? Ashton had screwed you over in more ways than one. 

“Don’t say that you miss me,” you sighed into the phone. “Don’t act like you care about how I’m doing or who I’m with bec-”

“So you are with him?” Ashton cut you off. Ashton’s mouth felt dry and the thought of this stranger touching you the way he used to do flashed through his mind.

“That’s none of your business,” you replied. Ashton was making this harder than it needed to be. Whether you were dating someone or not had nothing to do with him. It was his fault the two of you weren’t together. The line went quiet for about a good two minutes and you could hear Ashton sniffle. Your eyes closed in frustration and you took a sharp inhale of breath. You mentally fought with yourself on the next words that were about to leave your mouth. “Do you want to meet up and talk?”

     It was like the weather was reflecting both your moods. The rain pouring down hard and whipping about as the wind began to blow even more. The minute you pulled up to the park you saw Ashton sitting on one of the benches. He was soaked in water. Not even wearing a jacket nor having an umbrella with him. You drove up close to where he was sitting, rolling the window down so you could talk to him. “Are you crazy! Get in the car!” you shouted out to him. Ashton’s head shot up at your words and he hesitated for a moment before running towards the passenger side door. The atmosphere in the car got thick. Ashton shutting the door behind him and trying to warm up as you turned on the heater. 

“Raining cats and dogs out there,” he chuckled, trying to break the tension. You stared out ahead, lips pursed as you tried to collect your thoughts. They were racing all over the place and the fact that Ashton was close to you once more made it even worse. “Could you imagine it actually raining cats and dogs? That’d be really weird…and dangerous,” Ashton continued saying. You knew what he was doing.

“Why did you do it?” you asked, eyes still locked on the rain rolling down the window. Ashton became quiet, trying to wipe the water from off his face as he thought of what to say. “Like why did you really take this bet, Ashton? Was it just to get in my pants? Were you just bored?” It was word vomit and you somehow couldn’t stop yourself from throwing so many questions at him. “Why me? Why did the guys choose me for this bet?” You sucked in a deep breath, mouth clamping shut as you realized Ashton hadn’t been able to answer your questions. 

“You know I’ve asked myself why I did what I did a lot,” Ashton began, “I love you both as a best friend and boyfriend. I always had felt something for you, Y/N.” Ashton paused, trying to figure out a way to word everything right. “You know how long I’ve buried my feelings for you? I was scared that loving you the way that I did, as more than friends, would change our dynamic,” he said. Taking on the bet had changed your dynamic with each other. You jumped in your spot as his hand touched yours. Ashton smiled at the fact that you didn’t pull away. You knew what he meant. “I don’t know I guess when the bet was brought up it was more so a push for me to ask you out,” he finished. 

“Either way our whole relationship was based off a bet,” you whispered. Hand finally pulling away from his. “You say that you love me yet you still break my heart.”

“I wish I could go back and do everything differently believe me, but what happened has passed…you hate, the fans hate me, I hate me,” Ashton said. You both became quiet after that. The only sound present in the car was the rain hitting against the roof. You finally looked over to him. Studying the face you had been looking at for so long. Even though he was drenched in water you could still tell Ashton was crying. You weren’t going to console him because Ashton deserved everything that was being thrown at him. 

“I don’t hate you,” you told him, putting emphasis on the word. Ashton smiled at your words. “More so disappointed…I forgave you a while ago, but I’m still hurt.” You still loved Ashton. How could you not love him? Ashton had been your everything and now you weren’t even sure what the two of you were. You chewed on your bottom lip, head falling back against the headrest in frustration. All you wanted was for all of this to disappear. You wanted Ashton to not have taken that bet and have asked you out in confidence. All of this could have been avoided. Your phone began to ring making your attention turn away from Ashton. “It’s Leo,” you sighed, catching Ashton’s attention in the process. The thought of your guest had slipped your mind. You were suppose to only be gone for fifteen minutes, but that had turned to an hour. Before you could react Ashton had picked up your phone and answered it.

What are your favorite things?” I asked you.
“Oh, I love a lot of things” you said, smiling at me. “I love saturday nights, and playing baseball. I love the sound of rain on the roof, blasting music in the car on a tuesday morning, watching movies in the dark. I love staring up at the stars, warm summer nights, eating ice cream before dinner, and late night bus rides with the team.” You pause, and look down at me. “But there’s one thing that tops all of those,” you say. You grab my hand, holding it tight. “It’s that smile, those green eyes, cute little cheeks, the way your nose crinkles up when you laugh. It’s the way your hand fits in mine so perfectly, the feeling of your head on my chest and hand over my heart. It’s that feeling when I lean in to kiss you, that tops it all. It’s you, only you; You’re my number one.
—  favorite things// 1.18.17