you have a smile that brighten up my life

“Use your smile to change the world, don’t let the world change your smile.”

Happy happy birthday to the super amazing @therealjacksepticeye! I’ve been trying my hardest to remember to draw something for all of the people I greatly admire for their birthday, but I’ve already forgotten some ;-;

Anyways, I definitely did not want to forget Jack’s because he has a big influence on my life, even if I am just watching his videos through a screen, and I’m sure that a lot of people can say the same. My favorite feature of Jack is his smile because no matter who you are, you can’t not smile with him and his goofiness. On my bad days, even if people around me are giving me a hard time, I can at least know that if I click on one of Jack’s videos, I won’t have to worry about him changing or his smile fading. YouTubers like Jack really manage to brighten up my entire day and I am very, very thankful for that. So, the least that I can do is draw a little something for this very special day for this amazing person.

Thank you so much, Jack, and I hope you have the most amazing and wonderful birthday!

I can’t deny, the joy you bring to my life makes me feel alive. It’s surreal and one of a kind. I never felt this kind of happiness before. I never appreciate mornings, but because of your consistent long sweet messages and calls, I’m excited to wake up each day. Because you always find a way to brighten up my day. It’s unbelievable and indescribable feeling when I’m with you. You leave me speechless yet full of laughter. The butterflies in my stomach always get crazy and wild when we are together. And when I see you smile, I know life is going to be okay. Even on bad days or when I feel empty, I’ll still choose to be with you. Because you’re my happy pill. Each passing day, it keeps getting better, and I always feel I’m walking on waters. I love having you around. I want to spend my life with you. Take my hand, let’s start a beautiful journey together.
—  E.J. Cenita
Bruce Wayne x Reader - Relationship Headcanons part 1/?

Already did the goodies here :  Bruce + Batboys headcanons 

As for the rest, here it is. I’m still not sure if I’m doing the “headcanon” thing right…Hope you’ll still like it, especially you anon and you @harlequin-swan : 

My masterlist blog :



  • How do they kiss?

It always depends on his mood. It can be rough, or sweet. But it’s always the best kiss ever. Every time you think he can’t out-do himself, and yet, every time it becomes more and more amazing. His lips always taste great, the way he massages your tongue with his is always so loving even when a bit rough…His kisses are just the best. All of his kisses. 
He’s all for sweet cheeks and forehead kisses. Doesn’t mind much for small PDAs like that, and will kiss your cheeks, forehead, hands in public, to paparazzis’ great pleasure.

  • What sort of sweet nothings do they whisper?

He would NEVER admit it, but he’s one of the cheesiest person ever. So whispering sweet nothing in your ear ? Definitely. Wether you’re in public (he loves the way your cheek tints of red whenever he whispers something cute), just the two of you cuddling, or making sweet love to each others : 

 “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
 “How do you look so beautiful all the time?”
 “You brighten up my day every time I see you. Your laugh…”
 “You make my sadness disappear with your beautiful smile”
 “You’re the reason my life feels so perfect.”
 “You make me believe in soul mates.”
 “You make me feel weak in the knees when I touch you.”
 “Just hearing your voice in the morning makes my day.”
 “ I love you so much I can’t explain it even if I tried.”
 “You’re the one thing I’m most thankful for having in my life.”
 “I want to kiss every inch of you.”
 “You make my sadness disappear with your beautiful smile.”
 “I could stare at you forever and I’d still feel like I haven’t had enough of you.”
 “Spending time with you is the highlight of my day.”
 “You could have any guy in the world, and yet you chose me.” (you always thought that one was wrong, that it was the other way around, but he wouldn’t let you say it…oh no)
 “I start my day with you on my mind and end my day with you in my dreams.” (one of his cheesiest line)

Yeah you get it, so many things. He makes sure to always give you knew compliments every day, just to see your slight blush and incredible smile. And when he can make you laugh because of his cheesiness or jokes, then it’s even better. 

  • What do they like to talk about ?

With you : 

✶ You. You don’t particularly like talking about yourself, but he loves to hear your voice talk about your day, about what you think…It’s soothing to him. Holding you in his arms and you just talking, he loves it. And he always wants to make sure you feel comfortable enough to tell him everything. He hates when you withhold important things from him (if you feel sad, if you have a problem etc etc…). But you guys always say everything to each others. Best friends AND Lovers. 
Your children. It’s always an entertaining subject. Always. Chances are, one of them did something that is worth talking about.
 Surprisingly, himself. It’s not that he likes to talk about himself, just like you don’t really like to talk about yourself, in fact, it’s more…he likes to tell you how he feels, especially when he’s not alright, because you always have the right words to make him feel better. 
The future. Your future to the both of you.
Gossiping with you bring him joy. Oh you two always know everything about what’s up with the League’s members and such. Only nice gossips though, you’d never spread rumors, you only talk between the two of you, because you two already suffer enough from lies from medias and such. Damn rumors. But harmless gossiping about Green Arrow being totally dominated by Black Canary ? Hell yes. 
Your and his view of life. It’s always very insightful. 
His childhood. Your childhood. It…Helps often. And tiny Bruce was adorable. You were such a daredevil as a child that your stories are also always great. 
Naughty things. Oh the way you blush, or the way your words are the only thing that can make him blush…It send shivers down his spine. 
Each others’ fears. Because it’s nice to admit he isn’t as emotionless and invincible as everyone seem to think, but he’d admit it only to you. 

With his close friends : 

His children.  he’ll enjoy talking about you and the kids to his friends. About how great you all are. Only close friends, because he can only endure Clark and Diana’s teasing. 
Them, he also talks about their interest. It’s his friends, he likes to know about them, even if he won’t admit it, acting as if his interest is only polite, even though he genuinely care. When they need him, he’s here to talk.

With everyone else :

He doesn’t like to talk about himself or actual personal stuffs with others . And as a public figure, as the famous Bruce Wayne, he’ll act as if he likes to talk about his company, about his work, about whatever is in fashion, about politics…but really, he doesn’t enjoy any of those conversations. He mostly just like talking about you and his children (as annoying as he can be), but he doesn’t do it in public. His life is no one’s business. 

  • Can they sing?

No. Oh God he cannot. It’s quite incredible to you really, how great and soothing his voice is when he speaks to you, how much you love listening to him saying whatever…but when he tries to sing it’s just awful. He has no rhythm. He’ll always sing off beat.  But you know what ? You fucking love it. (Someone pointed out to me that he actually can sing very well, and I know. I remember him singing for Diana in “The Justice League” animated show (found the youtube video here : but…man, I just love the idea of him having such a great deep voice and not being able to sing properly…I guess it’s the point of a headcanon :D)


  • Are they fast?

For a non-meta human, yes. That guy could have run in the olympics really, with all his training and such. Usain Bolt fast yo. Damn long legs. 

  • How flexible are they?

Bruce isn’t that flexible. He’s all toughness and muscles. Dick is the flexible man in the family, because of his acrobat’s past. Bruce, just like Jason, are more…brute force. Even though they’re master at martial arts, they’re not smooth, they’re not super flexible. They can high kick someone easily, but putting their foot behind their head ? Nope. You however, are very flexible, and he loves it. Useful. 

  • Will they fart in front of an s/o?

Most people would peg it unthinkable to even imagine the always elegant Bruce Wayne farts but…Oh man. With you he knows he can be himself, and if it means farting and burping in front of you sometimes, then he’ll do it. At first, he was so shy about it, and the day you laughed your ass off because you understood he was leaving your bed, leaving the room to go fart elsewhere, he understood that you didn’t care. Farting contest are a thing between the two of you, and the best thing about it ? Only you guys know. 
You hate it though, when you’re comfortably settled against him, wrapped in the blanket, his arms around you,drawing lazy patterns on your back with his fingers, caressing you all over lovingly…only for him to let out a huge smelly fart, to trap you under the blanket so you HAVE TO smell it and for his arms to tighten around you even more, so that you can’t escape ! Damn bastard ! 

Here, Always

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black X Reader

Prompt: Life hasn’t always been easy for Sirius, but you always thought he knew how to handle it. After all, he’s always so upbeat and energetic all the time. How do you deal with finding out that he isn’t always smiling?

A/N: Panic attacks suck and it’s not an inconvenience to anyone if you have one. Remember to breathe and I hope you guys all have a good day. I’m not a hundred percent certain if what I wrote here is completely inoffensive or accurate, and I apologize if I made any errors. I also changed the plot slightly from the original request. Thanks for understanding.
      I decided to try writing something a bit angsty, so tell me if I’m any good at it please. I’m experimenting with new styles of writing, so please bear with me if the usual nice reader-insert fluff isn’t as prevalent as it used to be. Feel free to throw new ideas at me and I really would appreciate some feedback on my writing! Thank you all so much, again. 

Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety, overall feelings of negativity.

Originally posted by sensuous

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Harry was distraught. He hated fighting with you. It was his least favorite thing in the world. You and Harry had had your share of arguments, but this one, wasn’t going to fix anything. You had been dating for a little less than three years, and Harry had just announced that he was going to be heading on his first solo tour. Normally, you would be absolutely extatic for him. You met when he was on his last tour with One Direction and you saw that he was having some of the best times of his life. But this time around, you were upset not because he was going on tour, but because he never told you. Not once in the amount of time he had to tell you had he even brought up the idea of him going on tour.

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anonymous asked:

In my rose analogy, I didn't mean you were above us, just that... You already found your place, or at least it seems like you have. People like me are lost and trying to find our place. You are helping us along.

I actually understand what you meant… but you’re wrong sweetie… I haven’t find my place, I’m still struggling to find it and I work on myself a lot. I am honestly as lost as you I just don’t like to show it.

But despite everything, I try to remain positive. I am happy because I want to be and I try to smile even when it’s hard. Thrust me… my life is far from perfect, it’s not all flowers and rainbows… it’s not a reason to give up though and I have find reason in my life to stood up for.

I want to be strong, happy and kind… I want to show to everybody to stay determined no matter how hard it is. Because even when it’s all dark, you don’t know when there’s gonna be a spark of light and joy that will brighten up your life.

I have to thanks my close friends and my girlfriend for giving me the strength to keep going… I love them so much… I love you so much…

sorry I’m babbling here… but… I’m glad that someone like me can help you out even a little. 

Sun people

There are some people, very few, who have sun inside them.  It’s hard to explain.  Their presence just brightens up your fucking world.  It’s not about beautiful smiles.  They have an internal being that sheds light and feels like sun on your cool face.  It’s a calm energy.  An inner peace.  A confidence in self.  An acceptance of their story.  But most importantly, it’s not wanting anything back, especially approval and validation.  It’s water.   I am definitely not one of those people.  But I want to be, and of course would love to have more of those people in my life.  Not to just soak up their sun.  But because they check you and show you what happy looks like.  As long as you make a choice to notice.

The older I get, the more I want to be one of them.  And I don’t know how much of that sun is nature or nurture.  Like most people, I didn’t grow up in a happy family.  I grew up in a stressful family and I wonder how much of that stress I tied to my worth.  The residue of that is the life we create and no matter how much you have or think you have, you will never be happy if self love isn’t where you start building.

We all know external things don’t make you happy.  And we all know that sometimes happiness is a choice.  You have to build it out.  But if you want to be a sun person, happy has to be ingrained in who you are.  

Everything starts with awareness.  Then a choice.  This is no difference.

I’m over the Porsche.

I want to be a sun person.

Scribble-Doodle: Chicken!

Parabatai sparring session. C!ace, Ma!ec and Alec’s feelings for Jace (and vice versa) are discussed. Based on vague 2x11 spoilers.

Jace can’t remember the last time he and Alec sparred together but he knows why Alec suggested it now: because it’s always fun. Jace might be physically stronger but Alec’s taller. Jace might be willing to play dirty but Alec’s sneakier. So… fun. And apparently, a little bit of fun’s exactly what Jace needs right now, according to Alec. 

Alec’s conversation topic leaves a lot to be desired, though.

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Ahkmenrah x Reader: Wait For Me

I don’t own the picture and I don’t own Night at the Museum.  Other than that, enjoy!

“Hey,” You looked up from your locker as you put away your textbooks.

“Hi, Nicky.”  You said as you closed your locker and hefted your bag over your shoulder.  “What’s up?”

“I’m heading to the museum after school, you wanna come?” You brightened at the invitation.

“Sure, I’d love to!”  You and Nicky had been friends when you were little, meaning that you knew about the museum’s “secret”.  You had moved away shortly thereafter, and had only just returned to Brooklyn a few months ago.  As a result, you had skipped over the events that had led up to the release of Ahkmenrah.

“Great!”  Meet me at the museum at 5, okay?”

“Sounds good!”  You both said your farewells, and you walked out to the parking lot with a spring in your step.

“Hey!”  Nicky looked up from where he sat on the museum steps.  He stood up when he saw you approach.

“You’re early,” He commented.  You checked your watch.

“Really?  My watch says I’m late.”

“Nope.  But that’s fine, it’s just less waiting time.”  He held the door open for you and ushered you in.  “Hey dad!”  He shouted into the silence.

“Nicky?”  A voice answered from somewhere in the museum.  Larry appeared from around the corner, and froze.  “Is that Y/N?”

“Hi, Mr. Daley,” You waved sheepishly.  He nodded to you and turned to Nicky.

“What is she doing here?”

“Y/N just moved back, and it’s been years since she came to the museum.  Plus she missed the whole  ‘Elease-Ray of the Ummy-May’.”  You looked at Nicky, confused.

“I’m sorry, what?  What do you mean ‘Release of the Mummy?’  The last time I was here, I thought mummy releasing was frowned upon.  Should I be worried?”  Nicky just grinned as the sun went down.

“You’ll see.”  Before you could ask any more, you heard a neigh.  You turned around just to see Teddy approach the three of you.

“Hello Lawrence! Nicholas,” He nodded to the Daley’s before turning to you.    

“You probably don’t remember me.  My name is—”

“Y/N, of course!   He held his hand out.  You shook it.  “How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” You said politely. 

“Is that Y/N?”  You heard another shout.   You looked around, but couldn’t see anyone.  Something slammed into your ankle, and you let out a cry.  Rubbing your ankle.  You looked down.  Jedediah and Octavius climbed out of a remote controlled car.  Jedediah waved at you, while Octavius shouted at Jed for being so reckless.  You crouched down.

“Hi guys!”  You smiled at the pair. They stopped their bickering and turned to you.

“Hello, Y/N.”  Octavius greeted politely.

“Hey, Y/N!  What’re ya doing here?”

“We moved back a few weeks ago.”  Jed whooped with happiness.

“You owe me ten bucks,Octy!”  You laughed.  Octavius grumbled and handed Jed a few tiny coins.

“That’s not my name.”                                                                                                           

“Did you guys actually make bets on whether or not I’d be coming back?”  They realized what they had done and stopped, looking at their feet in shame.  You laughed again at the sudden change in behaviour.  “It’s fine you guys.  Apparently Nicky made a bet with Larry.  You heard Larry scoff behind you.

“You told her?”

“Hey, the only reason you’re mad is because you lost.”  Nicky said in defense.  Suddenly, the ground started to vibrate.  Jed and Octavius looked at each other and ran for their car.  They sped off just as Attila and his men raced into the foyer.  Behind them, Sacajawea walked in calmly.  Sacajawea saw you and smiled.  She gave you a hug before climbing up onto Texas behind Teddy.  Attila also hugged you, but the way Sacajawea did.  He lifted you off the ground as he shouted to his men, who began to cheer.  You struggled for breath and tapped his arm frantically.  He babbled something incoherent and put you down with an apologetic look on his face.  Before you could assure him it was okay, something warm and fuzzy launched onto your shoulder.  Dexter’s excited squeaks filled your ears, and you scratched his back.

“Well hello to you too,” You laughed.    Dexter shrieked even louder and leapt onto your head, messing with your hair.  You laughed, and looked to Nicky for help.  He chuckled and walked over to you.  He pulled the monkey off your head.  The monkey squeaked in protest. Nicky leaned down and said something to Dexter.  The monkey perked up and sprung out of Nicky’s arms.  Before anyone could do anything, the capuchin grabbed Larry’s keys and scampered out of sight. 

“Hey!  Get back here!”  Larry shouted as he took off after Dexter.   You heard a crash and a rushed apology.  A man in long orange robes appeared, brushing dust off his clothes.

“Hey, Ahk!”  Nicky waved at the stranger who came over to your cluster of friends. 

“Hello, Nicky,” The man nodded to him and everyone else.  “Who’s this?”  He motioned to you.

“This is my friend, Y/N.”  You held out your hand, expecting him to shake it.  Instead, he leaned down and brushed his lips over your knuckle, causing you to blush.

“It is an honour, Y/N.  I am Ahkmenrah.”  You  blinked.  Hold on a minute.

“Wait.  Ahkmenrah?”  He nodded.  “As in the mummy from the Egyptian exhibit?”  He nodded again.  You looked at Nicky and pointed at Ahkmenrah.  “How the hell is he alive?”

Nicky stared at you.  “You’re joking, right?  You see the whole museum come to life every night and you’re surprised by one guy waking up?”

“Everyone else is made of wax.  He’s actual flesh.”  You warily stepped away.  “He won’t eat my brains, will he?”  Nicky burst out laughing.

“No, you’re good.  Ahk’s not a zombie.  He actually owns the tablet.”

“Plus, I don’t eat.”  Ahkmenrah chimed in helpfully.  You smiled and he awkwardly matched yours.  “And in order to destroy whatever image of me you have, would you care to join me on a tour of the museum?”  You looked at Nicky, who nodded.

“Sure,” You said.  Ahkmenrah’s face brightened up and he offered you his arm.  He led you away from the main foyer and down a hall.

“So how is it that you are comfortable with the other exhibits, yet me coming to life is such a shock?”

“Well, I’ve been here before.”  He looked at you.  “When Nicky and I were little we used to come here all the time.  We always stayed away from the Egyptian exhibit because we heard weird noises and thought it was a ghost, but looking back now, that was probably you, wasn’t it?”  He nodded.

“But if you’ve been coming here since you were little, how come you didn’t know about me?”

“We just moved back.  My family moved away ten years ago, and we’ve only been back for a few weeks.  We actually only live a few blocks away from here.”  You mentally punched yourself.  You only met this guy twenty minutes ago, and he already knew your name and the general location of your home.  But somehow you felt like you could trust him.  Like you were safe. 

“—N?”  You snapped back into reality.  Ahkmenrah was staring at you.  “Are you alright?”

“Hm?  Oh, yeah.  Yeah I’m fine.  Just lost in thought, I guess.”  You rubbed your arm in embarrassment and Ahkmenrah smiled down at you.  “So, you’ve been asking me a lot of questions.  I think it’s my turn.”

“Go ahead,”

“How does the Tablet work?”

“It was forged by priests and bathed in the light of Khonsu, the moon god.  His power is what brings everything to life.”  You nodded.

“So, it was buried with you?”  He nodded.  “Oh, God.”  He looked at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?”  You asked, bewildered.  “What’s wrong is that you were brought to life every night for thousands of years and all you could do was stay in a little box!”  He blinked at you.  He looked like he was going to say something, but his widened and he pulled you down suddenly.  You let out a shriek as a small plane flew overhead.  You both watched the plane as it flew out of sight.

“Are you alright?”  He asked you with concern in his eyes.  You nodded and he helped you up.  You brushed off your clothes while he waited.  When you were ready, he offered you his arm again.  You took a step and your ankle exploded with pain.  You released his arm with a cry and dropped back down to the floor.  “Y/N!”  He exclaimed, dropping down beside you.  “Are you okay?”  You nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” You ground out.  “It’s probably just a sprain.”  You tried to get up again, but collapsed.  Not being to be told, Ahkmenrah scooped you up.  “Ahkmenrah, what are you doing?”

“Well we need to treat your ankle, and you obviously can’t walk.”  You tried to think of an argument, but couldn’t come up with anything.  You sighed and settled against his chest, defeated.  Ahkmenrah looked down at you, suddenly grateful that his heart no longer beat.  If it had, it would have probably exploded by now.

“Y/N?”  Nicky’s voice echoed through the halls.  “Ahk?”  He turned the corner and his eyes landed on you, still cradled in the Pharaoh’s arms.  “What happened?”

“Jedediah’s plane happened.”  You explained as you pointed to your ankle.

“I was just taking her to the front desk,” Nicky walked over to you, and before either of you could react, he took you out of Ahkmenrah’s arms and into his own.

“I guess this is a good time to take you home then, huh?”  He asked.  “Thanks for taking care of her, Ahk.”  He nodded.

“I hope to see you again, Y/N.”  Ahkmenrah said warmly.  You smiled.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Thank you again, Nicky.”  You said as he helped you to your front room.  It turned out that your sprain wasn’t a sprain, and now your leg was trapped in a cast.

“It’s no problem.  You sure you don’t need any more help?”

“I think I can make it to my room on my own, mom.”  You laughed and he scoffed at the nickname.

“Yeah, yeah.  I’ll see you later,” You waved and he left.  You slipped you key into the door and walked in.

“Hello?”  You called, wondering if your family was home.  You were answered by a note left on the kitchen counter.  You picked it up and read it.

Went out for dinner.  Will be back by 11.


You put the note back down and walked (or rather hobbled) into the living room.  You flopped down on the couch and reached for the remote.  You flipped through the channels before deciding on a show.  You settled into the couch and got comfortable.    The opening began to play, but before you could get into the show, you heard a thud from your room.  You hit mute, and listened for the sound.  When you heard nothing, you shrugged and turned up the volume again.  The show continued, but you heard the show again. You swallowed your fear and decided to investigate.  Walking over to the broom closet, you took out a baseball bat and slowly approached your room.  You pushed the open with your bat and slowly stepped inside.  You flicked on the light and looked around.  You didn’t see anything, but you knew someone was in there.

“Who’s there?”  You shouted, attempting to sound tough.  “I’ll call the cops!”  When you didn’t get an answer you ran out and back to the phone.  Before you could pick up the phone, a tan hand slipped over yours.  You let out a shriek and whirled around.  Ahkmenrah held his hands up and stepped away from you, his eyes wide.  “Wha—Ahk?”  He nodded.  “What the hell are you doing here?!”  You demanded as you tried to calm your nerves.  He reached into his robes and pulled something out.

“You left this at the Museum,” He said simply, handing you your phone.  In all the commotion you hadn’t even noticed you dropped it.  You took it with a shaky hand.


“I’m sorry I scared you.”

“No, no it’s okay.  But why did you come all the way here to give me my phone?  I would’ve been there tomorrow, you know.”  Ahkmenrah’s face began to turn pink.

“Well…”  He rubbed his neck.  “We didn’t get to finish our talk, and to be completely honest, I wanted to see you sooner,” You smiled at his bashfulness.

“Well let’s talk then.  You grabbed his hand and pulled him back over to the couch and sat down.  He followed suit.  “You never answered me, you know.”

He tried to recall your earlier remark, but came up blank.  “What did you say?”

“…Why do you talk about being trapped for thousands of years like it’s no big deal?”  He went quiet and his face turned serious.  “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” You said, worried that you had crossed the line. 

“No it’s alright.” He smiled at you.  “Well, it’s no big deal to me because…I guess I just got used to the idea.  I honestly didn’t think I’d ever get out.”

“But why did you try so hard to get out in the museum?”

“Because for the first time since I was buried, I thought I finally had a chance.  I heard the noises outside every night for fifty years, but no one ever let me out.  That was even worse than the thousand years in my tomb.”  You laid a hand on his arm sympathetically.

“I’m so sorry, Ahk.”  He looked at you with confusion.


“If I had known, I would’ve let you out sooner.”  He laid his hand over yours.

“No, I scared you.  If I were you I wouldn’t let me out either.”  He began to get closer to you.  “I’m just glad I’m out now.”

“But why?”  You asked, your voice barely a whisper.                                                

“…Because I get to talk to you,” He murmured as his lips got closer to yours.  Your lips were a hairs width away from each other.  You both leaned in, and…

“Y/N, we’re home!” SHIT!  You and Ahkmenrah looked at each other, wide eyed.  “Y/N?  Are you here?”  You reacted first.  You sprung up and grabbed Ahkmenrah, pushing him towards your room.

“Y/N?  Wha—”

“Shhh!”  You exclaimed, opening the window to the fire escape.  “You can get out through here!”  He nodded and walked over.

“Can I see you again?”  He asked hopefully.  You smiled and nodded.  He grinned and kissed your cheek.  “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”  And then he was gone, leaving you alone in your room, a hand to your cheek and a dumb grin on your face.

Nicky: U coming 2nite?

You looked up from your homework and grabbed your phone, texting a quick message in reply.

Y/N: Can’t.  Got 2 much homework :(

You got up and put your phone on its stand, turning on your music.  Soft music began to play through your speakers as you returned to your work.   You managed to make more progress, but you were interrupted again by someone knocking at your window.  You looked up just as Ahkmenrah opened the door and entered your room.

“Hi,” You said as you looked back down at your work.                                              

“Hello, Y/N,” You moved over so he could sit on your bed.  “What are you doing?”

“Homework,” You answered without looking up.

“How long have you been working?”  You checked the clock.                               

“About…five hours now?”  You estimated.  Ahkmenrah reached over and closed your books without a word.  “What are you doing?”  You asked as he took your schoolwork away.

“You’ve been working for too long,” He stated simply.  “You need to relax.”

“Well what do you suggest?”  The room went silent as he thought.  Then a smile slowly spread across his face and he grabbed your hand, pulling you up.  “What are you doing?”  You asked.

“Dancing,” He answered with a grin.  You pushed away from him with a nervous laugh.

“Whoa whoa whoa, buddy.  No way.”


“I don’t dance.”

“You don’t have to.”  He gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him.  He lifted you up and slid his feet under yours.  Staying in time with the music, he slowly began to sway the two of you back and forth.  “See?  You’re a natural.”  He murmured in your ear.  You blushed and hid your face in his shoulder.  “Don’t be embarrassed.”  He let go of your hand and tilted your face up to his.  “You’re beautiful.”  He leaned down, and slowly brushed his lips against yours.  Your eyes fluttered closed and you pressed your lips against his, savouring the moment. 

What am I doing?

You abruptly pushed him away and moved to the other side of the bed, creating a barrier between the two of you.

“What’s wrong?”  He asked you, trying to mask the hurt in his voice.  “Don’t you want this?”

“Of course I do!”  You answered.  “But we can’t.”

“Why on earth not?”  He walked to your side of the bed.  When you didn’t answer, he stiffened.  “I deserve to know, Y/N.”  He said firmly.  You sighed.

“I want to be with you, I really do.  But it wouldn’t work.  I’m human, and you’re only awake at night.  I really like you, but I want to be with someone I have a chance at having a future with.”  Ahkmenrah sighed, and before you could react, he pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest.

“I really like you too.  And we will make this work, I promise.  I’ll find a way for us to be together.  All I ask is you wait for me.”  You sighed and pressed your face into his chest.  “Please.”  He whispered.  After a moment, you nodded.


“So, got any plans this weekend?”  Nicky asked as you left the school.  You shook your head. 

“I’m working all weekend.”

“That sucks.”  You shrugged.

“Yeah, but I’d rather not be homeless, so you know,” You laughed.  “Oh, and I don’t need a ride today.”

“No!”  He shouted abruptly, making your jump.  “I mean, it’s no problem, my car’s right there.”

“You don’t have to,”  You said.

“Y/N.  Get in the car.” 

You laughed.  “Okay, okay!”  You held your hands up in surrender and climbed into the passenger side.  Nicky got in the driver’s side and you tossed your bag into the back seat.  What you didn’t expect was a shout of pain to respond.  You whirled around to see Ahkmenrah wearing street clothes and rubbing his head.  You shrieked and Nicky covered his ears.

“Ahk, you okay?”  He asked.

“I’m fine,” The Pharaoh answered.  You were still shocked into silence, and Ahkmenrah grinned at you.  “What, not even a hello?”  You looked at Nicky, bewildered.

“Surprise,” He said lamely.  “That’s  why I insisted on driving.”  Ahkmenrah grabbed your bag and got out.  He opened your door and helped you out.  You both waved good-bye to Nicky as he drove away.

“Well?”  Ahkmenrah asked after a moment.

“W-What is going on?  How is this possible?”  You asked in a daze.  He leaned down and grabbed your hand.

“I promised I’d find a way for us to be together didn’t I?”  He murmured as his eyes searched yours. 

“Wait.”  You said as you held up your hands.  “What are you saying?”  He grinned and pulled you closer.

“What I’m saying is I’m human.”  Your eyes widened.  “We can be together.  We can have a future!” He said excitedly.  When you didn’t answer, his face fell.  “What?  Are you unhappy?”  You remained silent.  He stepped away, running a hand over his face.  “Oh my God.  I should’ve asked you first.  I’m so sorry, I shoul—”  He didn’t get to finish, because you had already covered his mouth with your own.

Thanks to justcallmecinammon and the anon that requested this one!

traffficc  asked:

Hi :) Could I get a scenario with sanji, kid and law where they get extreme jelous and protective? :)


Who would’ve ever guessed that Sanji would have to step up to the plate when it came to the art of being a gentleman. Sure as hell no one that ever knew Sanji would guess that their would be someone else just as lovesick, yet respectful to women in this world. We all know their can only be one. And that was exactly what was going through Sanjis mind. 

The Strawhats crew is currently on some random island they decided to landed, all eager to get off and explore and do their own thing,  especially Sanji’s dearly beloved, (f/n)-chwan. 

Sanji was currently just washing up the dishes created by the monsters he feeds every hour the day, and was damn ready to offer his services and undying love to his (f/n)-chwan. He told you and the crew he would catch up to them later. 

Later came, and so did hell. 

The second you walked into that tavern, there was a bartender who just reminded you of someone, almost like a cheap rip off you thought, and that made you giggle a little bit. Your giggle caused the said rip off to quickly spin around and face you, his eyes sparkingly. 

“Why ma’am I don’t believe I seen a star so beautiful out this morning,” he said grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

“…Its nighttime?” You replied a bit weirded out about how he seemed so…so.. familiar and fake. 

 “Really? You must of brightening up my enter day.” He spoke, with grace, his voice velvety, just no the same. Unaware from the daunting aura he will soon have to collide with. You of course knew all to well, and smile quickly spreading across your face at the site of your lover. The man currently trying to charm you, mistaking it as good response to what he thought was the smoothest line possible. Yet, someone clearing their throat and the smell of smoke sounded, and smelled very, very close. 

“My (f/n)-chan may have been kind enough to brighten up your day, but (f/n) brightens up every moment of my day, week, month and year. And I’m damn sure (f/n)-chan would be able to brighten up the rest of my life by her being my side. Only I could imagine to mean as much to her as she does to me. So I’m not leaving her anytime soon, nor am I giving her up anytime soon. So piss off.”

With that, your jealous prince charming spun you around so his hand were wrapped around your waste, spouting words of his undying love to you. It clicked for you who he reminded you of, but could never, ever be. 


In the most inapporiate, worst situation possible, a fucking marine decided to flirt.

In battle.

With a pirate.

That happened to be the significant other of the Infamous Captain of the Kidd Pirates. What a dumbass. You rolled your eyes really crossing your fingers that Kidd wouldn’t notice, because he was already pissed they couldn’t find any place to drink in this town. But no, he wasn’t going to leave from the 3rd bar, even if it did have marines crawling around the area. He wanted a damn drink and whatever Kidd wants, Kidd gets. So being apart of his crew and being his lover as well, you go along with all of antics, because you loved the man. 

So when a bunch of marines decided to shoot first, hell broke lose, shit was flown and destroyed and you weren’t really paying much attention as your boyfriend, Killer, and Heat were laying marines down left and right. That was until one decided to shoot at you, breaking your glass of sake in your hand. Kidd’s head snapping around to your direction. 

Damn, you can just sense it coming.

“Baby you know I’d have to take take you in, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do something to shorten your time,” The marine Vice Captain said sending a wink your way. Kidd face was starting to redden.

What a dumbass. Just shut up, just stop talking. 

“I’d think they lessen your time, because I want you to know I’m ranked well, in many, many other activities,” You rolled your eyes, starting the countdown. Kidd started to lift up his hand. 


“Could you use them moves elsewhere?”


“Because we’d be fighting all nigh-” The marine was quickly cut off from his sentence as Kidd sent every metal object within a 5 mile radius his way. Damn you thought, you didn’t even get to one.

“And just who FUCK, do you think your talking to?! Thats my Fucking woman you piece of shit, I’m about to fuck you up in the worst way possible,” The metal Kidd was controlling started to get closer, in distance, about 500ft away. 

“Attacking MY woman?! Trying flirt with MY woman.” Kidd spat right on the marines face. You bit your lip, admitting to yourself his jealously was getting you a little hot and bothered. Kidd turned around after the metal flying towards to marine did its job. Kidd walked over to you, staring you down intensely, something in his eyes you recognize, extremely well. 

“Come on, you need to reminded that your mine, for fucking flirting with that marine.” 

Kidd said in a rough, husky voice, yanking you along. You had a smile growing on your face, and following willing with a little kick in your step knowing for what was to come once you both got back on the ship. Because whatever Kidd wants, Kidd gets, and Kidd definitely wanted you. 

Law(He’s not a shishibukai)

You always thought Law never got jealous or too over protective. Law never showed any signs, so you just assumed he never was even able to even feel jealous. Little did you know he just never showed any signs to you. 

He left you completely in the dark about his true feelings on the way men and women would stare at you. He left you in the dark on how he go back out and completely redo the bodies of people who dared spoke about you within earshot of him. He also left you in the dark about how he gave a serious talking to crew about how to protect you at all cost from any idiots of any strength, also because you were a bit naive. 

You were currently walking around, a bit cluelessly in town, not givings a rats ass to the marines that were eyeing you. 

“I lost Law and the others…Where am I again?” you mumbled to yourself, a bitt annoyed at yourself. Then you saw it. You saw the largest room law had ever created, and you knew your quiet the distance away from Law. How the hell did he make a room so big, he’s never even done that before. 

Law was beginning to lose his nerves. He was edge, being in his hometown his crew and (f/n) just had to visit, but they never knew he born there. He gave his crew one flipping job on this island, and they can’t even keep track of (f/n). They were going to get it till he saw (f/n) again. Law didn’t want to have two haunting memories in this town. 

“Room”. This lead to Shachi and Penguin switching bodies as a temporary punishment. As he was about the close his room, his memories he locked in came flooding out, and the ‘what ifs’ piled over. He closed his eyes.

Originally posted by zorosama

Originally posted by clemontic

And he snapped. The emotions, the memories, everything flooded back into him at once, and he had to find you soon his possible. 

You picked up your pace to what you believe was the center. Law was doing the same once he recognized your presence is his room. You two were quickly walking towards each other, and once you saw you Law, you recognized an emotion you never seen before. Stress, you could see stress lines forming, yet its only been like 4 hours since you were separated. 

“Law, whats wrong?”

“(f/n) I’m going to need to you be a way more careful and cautious about how you explore. This town is crawling with marines-”

“Law I was only gone for what.. 20 minutes?” You replied trying to soothe his worries down, yet blushing at the same time because this was new, and it made you feel warm inside. 

“What may have been 20 minutes to you, felt like hours to me, especially in a town full of marines that would take you away from me. (f/n) I’m not ready…to lose someone again. Just stay close to me in this town ok?” You could hear the relief in his voice when he saw you, but you heard the smallest worry in his voice. 

You held him for as long as he needed.

Sooooooooooooooo yeah, I was feeling the emotions with Law’s. I don’t know what happened. Tell me what you guys think it of it! It was fun to do.

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box of kittens - evak drabble

yes i wrote another drabble, i feel as though every saturday I will write drabbles and such and its a good plan!! anyway, i put together two of my favorite things - evak and kittens - and wrote a lil something. enjoy!!

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Isak and Even had agreed - no pets until they were completely settled in. They agreed that as soon as they had the proper environment and space, that they would get a dog or a cat. Isak hadn’t completely remembered the rule all that well. Without Even knowing, he had been keeping three kittens in their closet. After Even would fall asleep, he would carefully get up and feed them their warm milk, play with them a bit, and then crawl back into bed. He had kept this routine going to weeks, but he knew he had to tell Even eventually but that’s not exactly how it went.

It was the fifth week, a Tuesday, and Isak was complaining that his stomach was hurting and that he didn’t want to hold Even back from going to school. He stayed lying in bed and Even made him a quick and easy breakfast before he headed out, a worried expression on his face, but he went anyway. Isak ate the meal and placed the dishes on the side table and got out of bed, opened the closet doors, and took the small box that held the kittens and put it in the middle of his and Even’s room. He picked them up one by one, smiling as one of them meowed as he set them gently on the carpet.

He had already given them names; the small, orange tabby was Nala (the only girl of the litter), the second orange tabby was Bech, and the last pure white kitten was named Isakyaki. Isak sat cross-legged on the floor as the kittens made their way around the room. Nala was the most attached to Isak and wouldn’t leave his lap and she eventually fell asleep as Isak stroked her soft fur. He watched as Bech and Isakyaki started dragging around Even’s sock around the room. It was almost 1 o'clock as Isak set out the small bowl of warm milk and what he didn’t know was that Even was heading home to check on him at that very second.

As he carefully placed Nala at the edge of the bowl, she yawned, sending a warmth feeling all throughout Isak’s body. He was careful as to watch Bech because he was known to bat at the other two while they drank from the bowl. While Isak was watching, he didn’t even hear Even open the door and step into their flat. His heart froze as he watched the knob to their bedroom turn and he quickly tried to pick up the kittens and put them back in the box, ignoring the scratching and biting from the three due to them wanting to finish their milk.

“Isak, are you awake-” Even started, but he stopped in the doorway as he looked down at Isak, still holding Nala and Isakyaki in his hands.

“Um, yeah?” Isak responded innocently, smiling nervously at his boyfriend as he slowly and carefully set them in the box.

“Isak, what is this?” Even asked as he picked up the box and set it on the bed as Isak quickly got up and stood next to him. “Kittens?! Isak I thought we agreed to wait..” Even said but he picked up Bech and held him close to his chest.

“I’m sorry! While you were away at your moms I was walking home from the coffee shop and I saw them on the side of the road and… I wanted to help them,” Isak explains, biting his lip as Even looks at him.

Even sighed as he set Bech back in the box, turning to look at Isak, smiling, “If you wanted kittens so bad, you could have just told me.”

“So we can keep them?” Isaks eyes brightened as he grinned at Even.

“Of course. If the love of my life wants to skip school just to take care of kittens, then I should allow him to keep them.”

“I’m the love of your life, hm?” Isak ponders, smiling as he picks up Isakyaki.

“It’s a hashtag, remember?” Even laughs.

Isak smiles, “I already named them, by the way.”

Even groans, “Of course you did…”

“This one is Isakyaki,” Isak states, holding up the little kitten in Even’s face as Even takes him. “This one is Nala, and that one is Bech.” He finishes, pointing each one out.

“How did you manage to take care of three kittens all by yourself?” Even asks jokingly, laughing as Isak shoves him a little and he lands on the bed, picking up Nala from the box and she immedietly crawls into his sweatshirt pockets.

“It looks like someone has taken a liking to you,” Isak says.

“She reminds me of you, always cuddling up to me.”

“I did raise her, you know.”

Even smiles, pulling Isak down onto the bed next to him with his free hands, kissing his head, “At least these kittens give us something good to do.”

“At least I don’t have to keep them locked up in a closet,” Isak adds, rubbing in between Isakyakis ears as he purs and closes his eyes.

“Kittens remind me so much of you. Soft, cuddly, important.” Isak blushes, leaning his head on Even’s shoulders.

“A lot of cute things remind you of me.”

“Kittens especially.”

Isak picks up his head and looks at Even, smiling, as he connects their lips together and they pull away as they hear Nala whining in Even’s pocket. “She must not like her parents making out while she is in the room.” Isak laughs as Even pulls out Nala, setting her on his lap.

“I don’t blame her, it’s gross.” Even jokes as Isak shoves his shoulder again.

“They’re sleeping in the room tonight, I can lay out some blankets,” Isak says, not even waiting for his boyfriend to respond as he takes an extra blanket from the closet and folds it into a neat square in the corner of the room.

“They can’t be in here all the time, Isak.”

“Why not?”

“Because we do stuff, do you not realize that? I don’t want kittens meowing as we have sex,” Even grins as Isak blushes again, rolling his eyes. “Well, it’s true!”

“Fine, then they can sleep in the living room when we do that,” Isak offers.

“If we remember to get them out first,” Even smirks.

“Why are so cocky today, hm?” Isak laughs, shaking his head lying down on the bed.

“Because Magnus wouldn’t shut up about him and Vilde today at lunch.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that alone, I had business to attend to with these kittens.”

“Better be sorry.”

Isak laughs as he sets Isakyaki on his chest, Even lying down next to him, and they and the kittens fell asleep, the rhythm of their breathing and chests rising setting a calm environment for the kittens and the soft purring of the kittens sent Isak and Even off to sleep.

anonymous asked:

Royalty prompt #8 Kirishima x short!s/o, with the s/o as the knight? :)

i had lots of fun with this one…. it turned out quite long lmaoooo -Admin Shouto

Your carriage had been attacked on the way back from the neighbouring kingdom, by bandits none the less. You were the only knight to get out alive, the rest had died in the battle. It was a harsh ten versus twenty-five. 

You were honestly surprised that you had made it out alive. The rest of the knights were trying to protect Prince Kirishima as he made his escape, but they were all knocked down one by one. You were one of the people on the front lines, just trying to overcome the bandits. 

Of course, there was no way you could’ve won. Being bloody and beaten and on the verge of death was just confirming it. You would have gladly accepted death knowing your prince had gotten away. 

But the idiot just had to come back. 

There was a sword at your throat as the rest of the knights lay dead on the ground, along with majority of the bandits. Surprisingly, you had made quick work of most of them, but there were about five left. You looked up to see Kirishima gone, hopefully running away from here. You let out a sigh of relief, accepting death’s cold hands, closing your eyes.

Except. It never came.

You crack an eye open to see something body slamming the man who held the sword to your throat. You couldn’t see who saved you- they were just a blur. They took down two of the bandits before finally slowing down enough for you to get a good look.

There he stood, your prince. He stood tall, menacing. A glare was trapped on his face.

Usually, he was a carefree guy, someone you could laugh with even though he was royalty. You knew this because you’ve been his personal knight for years.

That face was something you’ve never seen before. 

You let out a gasp of pain. You need to stand up and help him fight, you can’t just keep lying here on the ground! He couldn’t take three people by himself! 

You grab a sword from nearby and use it to help you to stand. Kirishima was distracting the bandits, so you stood easily and quietly. No one noticed you were up.

Or so you thought. 

As soon as you stood and finally gained your balance, something jumped at you.

You let out a gasp as you tried to raise the sword fast enough to block-

but you didn’t need to. Kirishima was as fast as a lightning bolt, holding the man who tried to attack you in a death grip. Kirishima’s fist tightened around the mans throat, holding him up. His glare loosens as he looks back at you.

“For being a knight meant to protect me, you sure do get saved by me lots.” He grinned, and you let out what you wanted to be a laugh. It comes out more of a cough though. 

“S’fine though. I like fighting. Makes me feel like a man!” He shouts the last bit, slamming the man he held into a nearby tree, knocking him out. He turns to the other two, and leaps. It was so amazing to watch your prince fight, he really did amaze you. 

The one guy screamed as Kirishima decked him in the face. For a bandit, he seemed pretty cowardly. But anyone would be shivering in their boots in front of an angry Kirishima.

The last guy stepped back away from Kirishima, almost as if he wanted to run. The prince didn’t like that, and picked up a sword from a fallen solider. He raised the sword, pointing it towards the last bandit.

“I’ll give you the chance to retreat.” He speaks firmly, and the guy doesn’t even let Kirishima finish before booking it. 

A loud sigh comes out of Kirishima’s mouth as he drops the sword. Then he turns to you, worry evident on his face.

“Are you alright?” He jogs over to you. You nod with a bloody grin, and he lets a sad smile out in response.

“Good. Good. Okay. We should get going. Can you walk?” He leans in close, and you try to take a step towards him, but fall into his arms. He chuckles. “Looks like I’ll have to carry you then.”

That’s how you got carried through the woods on the back of the person who you were meant to be protecting. He walked quickly, towards somewhere. You couldn’t tell.

You were still losing blood, and quickly. The blood leaked out of you leaving a trail behind you guys as you moved.

“You still up?” Kirishima’s voice is quiet. 

“Yeah.” You croak out the reply, and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Good. Stay awake, we’ll be at the outskirts of town soon. We can patch you up there.”

“Mmmhmmm…” You drawl out, burying yourself in his shoulder. It’s comfortable silence the rest of the way there. 

He stops just outside of town at a guard post. The guards were alarmed from what you saw, but you couldn’t hear much. You started passing out by the time you got there. 

Everything went blurry, everything was muffled. The last thing you heard was Kirishima calling your name in fear.

You wake up. You don’t know how long you were asleep, but Kirishima is here. He sits beside you in a chair, holding your bandaged hand in both of his. His hands are warm.

“Milord…?” Your voice comes out as a sharp whisper. He brightens up instantly.

“Oh, you’re finally awake!” He grins, pulling your hand to his forehead. “Thank god.” He whispers, and you smile.

“You didn’t have to….. save me.” You whisper, and he sets your hand back down.

“I couldn’t just lose my knight. Not only my knight, but my best friend.” He says quietly. “I care about you more than you know.” 

“Hah…..” You laugh out. 

“You know, I wouldn’t mind risking my life for you. I…” He falters, and you glance up at him. He swallows hard. “I think I might be in love with you.” He whispers. 

You smile. 

“I think I might love you too.” You murmur back, moving your hand onto his. His face was priceless. 

You wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

I just get sad sometimes… People wonder why, why so sad with my life going in such beautiful directions? But I don’t know I ponder every now and then on the fact that people who were once so important in my life are no longer known to me… Far gone strangers, and for the most part for the better. Why want people around who only do you wrong? Who only hurt you? But it seems to me that in this life I have never come upon a person who hasn’t hurt me in some way and if not yet they will one day. And that is my fear and that is what makes me sad. Yet I go along each day and I try to brighten up the days of others, for somewhere in my heart I know god made me see this forsaken tragedy of man kind to give me the strength to try my hardest to put the smiles on the faces of those I hope to never lose and be hurt by, even those whom have hurt me before. For I see no solitude and I see no gain in hate and in bitterness. So I remain kind and remain loving. But with a heart so open to love I must say, it is very easy to hurt.. Just every now and then.
—  Poetry by erica Lynn
You saved me

Stiles Stilinski x reader // angst & fluff

Request:  Can I please have a stiles stilinski imagine where the reader get taken and extremely injured like close to death injured. And stiles confesses he loves her and well the rest is up to you

Word count: 2,218

A/N: Thank you so much for request! I hope you like it, and also please give me notes after you read it, to let me know if you liked my trash. xx

Four walls, naked, concrete floor, one small window placed so high, that you couldn’t reach it. Sun shining through it, waking you up as if this was a normal, happy day. But it wasn’t. You’d lose sense of time if not the sun appearing and disappearing every, single day. Seven sunrises. Seven sunrises of sitting half-alive in that cell, hungry, exhausted and full of pain. Your whole body was hurting from punches and tortures you recive everyday. They’re asking you. Asking you questions you don’t understand. About the Desert Wolf, about Kate, but you don’t know anything. Anything.

As always, half an hour after sunrise, they came for you. Three men, wearing black uniforms, carrying knives and fists. They grabbed you roughly and lifted from the floor. You didn’t even have enough energy to walk, they were dragging you on the floor. You closed your eyes, praying for this hell to end. Why they took you? You didn’t know anything. You were just human. And you were terrified.

When you entered the room, they threw you on the wooden chair, your head dangled, staring at your dirty, bruised hands. You were feeling dirty and exhausted, thinking only about how long will you be able to make it until you die.

“How was your night?” you heard familiar, mocking voice. Several days ago you’d lift your head up and send him a look full of hate and rebellion. But today, you barely had energy for breathing.

“Oh, she’s silent, I think she’s still sleepy” one of the man said and they laughed. You kept silent.

Suddenly, you felt horrible pain in cheek when one of torturer hit you. Your moves were so slow, that you didn’t even care where they hit you.

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Chew Toy

The phone rang; it was the low inoffensive bleating of an office line, meant to attract attention instead of demanding it. A hoofed hand lazily reached over and turned on the speakerphone. “Yes, Ms. Muston?”

The squeaky, timid voice of Jackie Muston, the front desk secretary, sounded over the speaker. “Your two ‘o’clock with the Paws’n’Claws Organization is here, Mayor Swinton. Also, your three ‘o’clock canceled.”

“Understood. Thank you,” Swinton drawled, knocking back the last finger in her Lalique lowball tumbler. “Send them up, please.”

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A little message for the very important people in my life

I love my friends @low-x-battery @heartsalmighty @lillietheoneandonly @parselsilvertongue @smaragdinemachine💖

Thank you for brightening up my life! You’re always there for me and of course I’ll always be there for you! Your messages make me smile and I could not have asked for better friends. I don’t know what I would do without you. I wish you all the happiness in the world! 😜

getawaymachine  asked:

I know I've been slowing down on making my way through everything you have up on ao3 (life has been crazy, I wish I had more time for fic again!) but you'll probably have noticed that I went on a small spree again tonight, and I just wanted to say thank you so much for your writing. Your fics are sweet and funny and they always make me smile and brighten up my day. I'm looking forward to more from 'Law Firm', and until then I have to go back through and read all your other fics I've missed! <3

Every time I read one of your comments, I turn into Victor… shimmering giant eyes, heart-shaped smile. Honestly, how did I get so lucky to have you as a reader?! The time you take not only to read, but to comment, makes me all emotional and speechless. 

I woke up to all of your comments and this message. I can easily say this is the happiest Monday morning I have had in a long time!!! Thank you for being so supportive and I hope life settles down for you!!!

Originally posted by nikforovs

laurel: yells at frank when she sees him after a long time
f.laurel fans: she loves him
laurel: states that she’s so in love with wes
f.laurel fans: she’s in denial
laurel: literally brightens up whenever wes is around and smiles at whatever he says
f.laurel fans: she’s pretending
laurel: i’m not in love with frank
f.laurel fans:
laurel: says ily to wes


f.laurel fans: it’s a love letter