#but there will still be struggles. forver

[mobblespsycho100]

ngl sunday has some good points. "It's just an escape!! You can't get over your inner demons" OKAY???? AND?????????????

RIGHTT LMAOOOO HES KINDA COOKING

[musicandsuch]

Introduction post

hey! I'm Cassandra but you can call me Cass or Cassie

I'm gonna keep this short and sweet but here's a bit about me, my byf, and some other stuff ig?

I was previously user @.ithaca on Quotev but more people might know me as @.MusicAndSuch :)

This blog is just me being goofy and posting my thoughts (occasionally vents maybe)

A few things about me are:

• I'm a theatre kid (my favorite musicals are Epic: The musical, Hamilton, Beetlejuice, and Six)

• I love music, my favorite artist are Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Melanie Martinez, and Alec Benjamin

• Personally, I like cats more than dogs

• I'm bisexual and asexual

• my birthday is June 19th

• I love books

A small byf~

Dnf- (don't follow if:)

25+ or 12-

Homophobic/Transphobic/Aphobic, racist, Zoophile, Map, etc..

support Israel/Neutral/know nothing about it and refuse to get educated

Atf- (ask to follow)

18+ or 13-

Name is Adrien

Otf- (okay to follow)

You want a friend

Same interests as me!

time skip to 8 months later

Regulus and Javi have been dating for 8 months now. They've still been storm chasing together with storm par and all that stuff and Regulus even moved in with Javi

Though nothing good lasts forver, Regulus has been struggling with dark thoughts again and been doing bad things he shouldn't.

One time when they were storm chasing, Regulus was in a separate car alone than Javi and drove his car into the tornado, at first it looked liked an accident but it wasn't.

Javi had found a letter the other night that Regulus wrote to him, explaining that he did that on purpose and how it had been on his mind for awhile

Regulus was in a coma now and on life support and other machines, he had broken pretty much every bone in his body except for his skull so he had a lot of bandages on and stuff and had multiple surgeries.

Javi had been visiting everyday and was now arriving after the day he found the letter and figured out the truth.

(Main blog is @magicalmyths )

[baekhvuns]

i get you, single life is the peak of peace and oh them drawings 😩🤌i can obsess over whoever I want, I can have 10 husband's without even getting married THE PURE JOY. Im not that big of a manhwa fan but I've read a few and i can assure you, I desire that type of a romance BCZ DONT YOU SOMETIMES WANT SOMEONE TO FALL SO CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU?!?! They'd embrace you, they'd tell you how pretty you are and even when you'd say 'you might get get tired of me' they'll reply "you're like the moon honey, no matter how many times I look at it, it seems to get prettier and enchanting" 😭😭😭😭 BUT I DAMN WELL KNOW MEN ARE NOT FUNCTIONED LIKE THIS AHVAJABAJAB WHYYY?!?!

Yes my happy marriage!! I honestly get the hype arnd it!!

Speaking of manhwas or webtoons, I have a few of my favourites like daytime star Oh God it is such a sweet SUCH A FLUFFY STORY BUT THEN THE ML LOOKS LIKE THIS:-

LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR THIS ISNT ALLOWED IN MY HOUSEHOLD GODDAMN!! and he's the greenest flag ever. I've also read more webtoons like operation love and surprisingly I read see you in my 19th life as a webtoon and I still haven't watched the drama. I'm currently trying to read this manhwa called my in laws are obsessed with me, AND ITS COMPLICATED ALR?? IT IS! BUT! I looovvee the art style so much I'm on my damn knees AND THE BLACK HAIRED DUDE THERDEO!!! AH HE GV MY BUTTERFLIES 😭😭 I feel like this story is presented really good and i actually like the female lead in this.

I have one more and idk why but it reminds me how you write for some reason. It's titled "midnight crying crow" and the FL on this is a detective so strong, so sassy, and in general THAT girl and the ml 😭 he's an actor AND SUCH A DIVA OMG, and that reminds me of your written Seonghwa so much Bcz

I THINK YOU GOT POINT 😭😭

LMFAOO NOT THE SIDE EYE!! Now im def gonna watch it soon! Omg they are so long and bestie I started watching one piece a few weeks ago 😭 AND I MADE IT TILL EP 7!! See I struggle with watching too like idk how peeps watch a whole season in a day, I just can't but somehow i finished a few series.

Ohh honestly I still like comedy animes better so I'm suggesting baby Buddy daddies (i literally wrote baby daddies-) , spy x family (it's so good YOR AND LOID IS MY SHIP OK?), The babysitters club IT IS SO CUTE 😭 , saiki k, the way of a househusband THIS IN PARTICULAR BCZ IMAGINE AN INTIMIDATING MAFIA GUY FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND AFTER MARRIAGE HE BECOMES A MANWIFE WHO LIKES CUTE THINGS AND JUST FOR YOU!??!? It's top tier!!

Ikr somehow pictures be motivating to get my life together even 😭 hell even stationary motivates me, i would've never studied or wanted to study if it wasn't for cute stationary!!

YES WE SHALL RISE!! IN THE NAME OF THE THE LORD PARK!

park peace no srs, no situationships just pure delusion <3 UHUH EXACTLY make them scenarios in ur mind and then giggle into ur pillow like 😭😭 pathetic but u KNOW WHAT BETTER THAN EVERYONE AND THEIR MEN,, NO NO I FUCKING GET U SO MUCHF WHKFHWK LIKE SAY THAT TO ME????? TELL ME IM A CUP OF COFFEE??? NEVER GIVE UP NEVER WHAT??? will forever make the men in my fics act like that, my delusion will go on

that man is so fine, the hair, the authority

I !!!! WANT !!!! HE !!!!

see now im trying to read day time star….why is it kinda dry 😭😭😭😭 crying fbwmfjwk iM not a huge fan of it atm 😭😭 SEE U IN MY 19TH LIFE I PREFER THE WEBTOON OVER THE ACTUAL DRAMA ANYDAAAAAY

NO BC I KNOW THAT ONE IVE BEEN RECCING IT AND ASKIMG EVERYONE TO READ THAT FIC BECAUSE OF HIM. THAT ART STYLE IS EVERYTHING AND WHEN HE BLUSHES?????? DROPPED.

WHAT THE FUCK. I NEED THIS MAN IRL ACTUALLY IF YALL SEE THIS, NO U DONT MIND UR BUSINESS 🔫 or read the fic,,, THE FEMALE LEAS IN TUIS IS SO GOD DAMN PRETTY 😭😭 THIS IS MY IT COUPLE IDC IDC THIS ONE WILL FORVER WIN

pls tell u ur reading secretary’s escape…

I WILL READ THAT WEBTOON !!! omg???? written hwa??? this is a must for me,, omg if u like detective type of webtoon a pls pls pls read the purple hyacinth, legendary chemistry almost like miraculous ladybug and chat noir type <3 yes. YES I GOT THE POINT BRWMBDSK

LMFAOOOO no literally i cannot watch it for hours long like i have up sailor moon in first 10 eps 😭😭

STOP I LOVE SPY x FAMILY,,, STOP IT THE WAY OF THE HOUSE HUSBAND I WAS SO OBSESSED W IT THAT I BOUGHT THE MANGA FOR IT 😭😭😭

wait i do not rmr if i rec-ed the remarried empress, yeah. an empress, remarrying, to a younger king? who’s like a golden retriever and the art?? LORD HAVE MERCY. my fav webtoons depend on the art, if i don’t like the art i don’t read it and this one has one of the best arts ive seen. SORRY THE DUDE IS JUST SO FINE FHFWMDJAKJ LET ME JIST SHOW U FBWMDWL hate her ex husband tho so he kinda fine but problematic

trust he looks even better in season 2 the art just keeps getting better!!!

men of harem is pretty good but it’s dragging along,,, PERFECT REVENGE MARRIAGE!!!! A MUST!!!! a good day to be a dog is also vvv ☺️☺️ and u can read lost in translation if u want to be depressed for the rest of ur life.

no literally!!! this reels w that same song and ppl studying got me like???? me too???

[khianat]

Flirting and sex? Juwon questioned for a moment how the topic had even changed to this, but it was what it was and he could easily get it to shift to something else— anything else. He was going to be doing that, but there it is. Shy. Juwon wasn’t a shy person and that little comment definitely does something to him, his expression changes. Furrowing his brows, he turned to Siu. “Don’t you go assuming things about me, if you don’t even know anything about me. The flirting is cute, sure, I don’t hate it… but I’m not shy. You’re interpreting things wrong, this isn’t me being all shy and bashful. You’re just— ugh, you’re just frustrating and I don’t know what to do!” Whilst having wanted to keep some distance between them, Juwon ends up approaching him again. “You’re stubborn. Handsome, but oh so stubborn and I hate that I can’t read you like a book.”

"Based on my own observations, you are actually quite reactive to things I say or do, which leads me to you having some kind of interest. Otherwise, you would simply ignore me and shrug it off but here you are, quite actively responding to a bit of teasing and flirting," this scene was a confirmation. Siu was fine with this tho, it wasn't as he had come here intending to get something, it was still a job and at the end of the day, the result of this would not affect that. "That's because I am not like other people you have met and I hope for you, never will again," he replied in a lower voice, head tilted. Humans shouldn't have to worry about the supernatural, their struggles were already plenty. It was why they kept doing what they did, no matter how many generations passed. "So, it's all up to you, what this situationship is like, where you have so little to risk as it's not like you will have to worry about it forver."

[mrs-cookie-balls]

I don’t want to be this person, but holy shit. It does get better. For so long in my life, darkness has been my constant companion. I have been battling mental illness since before I ever knew what that meant. I have spent years of my life in survival mode with months of time blacked out because my brain knows it’s best not to remember. I have lived in hospitals, have had many doctors and therapists on speed dial. I have been told I would either end up in prison or dead on more than one occasion. I have hurt nearly every single person in my life at one point or another. I have been hurt just as much by those people. I have felt loss time and time again and have thought that others would be better off without me.

But today...I have done nothing but cry tears of joy and happiness. I have been so overwhelmed by all the good things in my life lately that I don’t have any other way to express how I feel aside from weeping and shaking my head at everything that’s happened. I didn’t know what happy was. And I still don’t know if this is it, but it sure comes close.

My hope for you all, regardless of you’re ready to hear it or don’t need to hear it, is that you continue to live. Push through. Trust that even if you can’t see it, there is light. And in the end, it is bright and you will be okay. Life will knock you down time and time again. If all you can do is lay there awhile before you can crawl, then do it. Lay there. Exist. Survive. Breathe. That’s enough. Because there will come a day when you can crawl. And when you can crawl, do that until you can stand up. And when you can stand up, do that until you can walk. And when you can walk, do that until you can’t be caught by the darkness. And should you fall again, repeat everything you’ve done.

It takes life to love life. Be brave. Have courage. Give yourself enough time to live and love.

[racebox-of-higgars]

newsies as things my friends have said - part 9

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Race, imitating his cat:  M̸̙͝È̵͓̐Ẹ̵̱̄Ẹ̵͔̄̕ͅO̴̙̬̽Ȍ̴̧̥O̴̳̣̎̇̐O̵̥͍̓W̸̬͙̙̚ ̵̛͙̺̕M̴̖͋̍E̸̞̽Ó̴͙̖W̴̥͋̃ ̷̘̤͍́̉M̵̧̥͍̌͠Ȅ̴͇͖O̴̻̰̺̊̚Ŵ̶̖̎ ̸̪̲̄

Race, two seconds later, still imitating the cat:  ᵐᵉʷ

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Albert and Race: Young man! There’s a bee on the ground! I said young man! Put the bee in your mouth!!

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Davey: Jack it is 2am please go to bed

Jack: You SPITE Jack???  you make him have sleep schedule like the Mentally Stable??? oh! oh! jail for Davey! jail for Davey for One Thousand Years!!

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Jack: I’m bi how dare they make me make a decision

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Davey: Snap, crackle, pop, my bones are trying to escape!

Race:  frêë thē škęłėtøñ

Albert:  flesh is temporary bone is Forver

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Katherine: I’m either on the same wavelength as God or have the brain function of a string cheese there is no in between

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Finch: You know what? Fuck you *unsoups your troup*

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Jack: Fry so hot

Race: Hot hot fry

Race: Fry so hot you fry a fry

Race: Wait no

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Jack, trying to learn a song:  laptop SPITE Jack?? laptop REFUSES to load the lyrics he craves?? oh! oh! jail for laptop! jail for laptop for One Thousand Years!

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Davey: YES I AM MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL I SPECIALISE IN SAD 

Race: good because I am struggling with Every

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Davey, helping Jack with a job application:  basically, are you able to communicate with people in a way they understand?

jack:  no homie i'm fucking stupd adnd

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Race, majoring in physics: Physics say slide go sloop

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Race: if you think about it, mickey mouse is walt disneys fursona

Davey: Race’s speaking rights have been revoked

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Albert: bezos is not møñkê

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Race: I’m insanely fruity

Spot: Get help

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Race: if it has tentacles and ends in -ilf i’ll probably fuck it

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Davey: I’m referring to the non-bussy aspect of peaches

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Race: i'm on board for epic gaming time Spot: divorce Race: no❤️ Race: divorce isn't very poggers Spot: DIVORCE Race: DON'T BE NOT POGGERS SPOT Spot: I WANT A DIVORCE RACE Race: I'LL DEPORT YOU SUSSY BAKA Spot: IF I AM DEPORTED I AM DIVORCED

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Race, about his cat: Now he’s eating my toes all is well again

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@angelslibrary 

[volturicangetit]

D.V- Always and forever

Summary: Demitri sees you again after decades and you two have a sweet reunion.

Request: YES/no anon: Can you do a Demetri Volturi thing where he meets his mate whoa actually someone he knew and fell in love with when he was human and they always played hide and seek? "I'll always find you." "Do you promise?" "Always." This is something I've been playing around with for a while actually and how I headcanon he got his gift. Anyways, I'm a whole whore for soft Demetri ~🐍

Anon: this request is giving me Always forver by cults vibes and I love it.

Warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 1151

Another trial. It wasn't something unusual in the castle. They happened every day and became a routine for the guards. Stand in the throne room, hold down a rogue vampire, end them or let they walk away safely and start preparing for the next trial. The routine of it made them all feel a bit more human, in a good way. However, when Demitri was called in for a trial he had a nagging feeling that something was different this time. Something in his gut was yelling at him that could not miss this trial. Something important was going to happen, and he knew it.

So he took extra care in being on time, even arriving early. He taps his foot anxiously against the marble floor. The repetitive tapping drives the other guards in the room insane and it surprises them that the masters hadn't said anything about it yet. Demitri keeps his eyes focused on the intricate paintings in the walls to keep his mind distracted. He doesn't even look up when Felix drags you into the room. His hands are in an iron tight grip around your arm. You try to struggle against him but he's twice as strong as you, so it's useless. He pushes you forward causing you to stumble over your own feet and land onto your hands and knees.

You up at Aro who's now making his way down the stairs leading towards the master's thrones. "Do you mind?" he asks as he holds his hand out for you. Since you've been living as a nomad for almost a thousand years now, you've never actually seen Aro. But you've heard about his powers. You nod slowly as you reach out for him. You let out a gasp when your skin touches his. You can feel him going through your thoughts, looking at them one by one. And you don't like the feeling one bit. You look away from him and towards your left. Every muscle in your dead body freezes once you lay your eyes on him. Demitri.

___

You run through the small path. Tall ferns and grass almost grow over the stomped down earth but the frequent walkers of the path keep it clear. You run off the path and duck behind a thick bush. You crouch down and support yourself by placing your hand onto the wet forest floor. The only sounds that you hear is that of your panting and some birds whistling up in the treetops. You look around you to try and spot your friend. Fortunately, he's nowhere in sight. You let out a sigh as you drop you're but onto the ground and sit down to relax. Your legs are still warm from running. You let your guard down a bit and let yourself catch your breath. "Got you," a voice sounds from behind you. You jump as you turn around. Demitri stands there with a shit-eating grin. He gives you a push against your arm before he sits down next to you.

"You scared the shit out of me," you say with a gasp. He shrugs. "Told you, I'll always find you,". He wraps an arm around your shoulder and puls you down so that you're now laying down. You wiggle around a bit until you can comfortably lay your head down onto his chest. You take in the warmth of his skin while the cool wind rushes past you two.

"Do you promise?" you say while looking up at him. He nods his head, pulling you closer to him. He stays quiet for a moment. You know he doesn't do it to be rude, he's just taking at the moment. You two didn't have a lot of time to spend together. Both of you had to work from dusk until dawn just to make enough money to survive for a day. "Always.". His voice is barely above a whisper. A smile spreads over your face. You quickly push yourself up and off the ground. You brush some of the leaves that are sticking to your clothes of off you before running away and onto the path again.

"Rematch!" you yell at him. Demitri chuckles as he sits up upright. "I'll find you," he says. You look over your shoulder at him. He stands up and places his hands over his eyes. He slowly starts counting. "No, you won't!".

____ Every cell in your body seems to be on fire. Your hand grips onto Aro's with a force that you're sure will break his skin. Demitri's stomach drops. "Magnificent," Aro says before he lets go of your head. Within a split second, Demitri has run over to you and wraps his arms around you. He tightens his grip around you. He's scared that if he'll let go, you'll disappear. Neither of you can make out any words. Your shoulders shake as dry sobs wreck through your body. One con about being a vampire, you can't cry.

Demitri nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. You still smell the same. You still look the same. Yet, one thing changed. Your heartbeat. Your breathing. Your warmth. It's gone. He knows he should hate that you've become a monster like him. He knows he should be saddened by whatever events let up to you being turned. But all he can feel happiness. Happiness because he can hold you in his arms again. Happiness because he has forever to spent with you.

"You found me," you say, breaking the silence. He nods against your skin. Neither of you pulls away. You run your hands through his hair. It's softer than you remembered. "I promised you, always," he whispers. You nod. You pull him closer again before slowly pulling back from him. You place your hands on his cheeks and take him in. He has matured. The roundness of his cheeks is gone and is replaced by sharp features and two red, piercing eyes. Suprise floods over Demitri as he looks at you. You aren't the kid he fell in love with anymore. You've matured and grown into your looks. Red eyes aren't something he's used to seeing on you. Every time he remembered you your eyes were warm and full of life. Now they're a deep crimson. But it doesn't look bad on you. You're more beautiful than ever.

"It's you and me again, Demi," you say. He smiles at the nickname. He only let you call him something besides his name. He nods. Demitri runs his fingers through your hair, feeling the soft locks underneath his fingers. His hands travel down and over your body. You have more muscles. Your skin is hard as marble, just like his. "Always," he says. You nod. You grab his hands and lace your fingers through them. Demitri places a soft kiss on the tops of your hands. "And forever," you add.

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[coffeecakefanfics]

Song Bird Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

A/n: Hi this is angst, that’s it that’s the tweet

Being a child of Tony is rough, always.  But being a child of Tony while being an avenger? Worse! It wasn’t like he intended his kid to end up being able to scream at a deafening pitch, but I mean you sleep with someone with powers you get a kid with powers.  They dubbed her Song Bird. As much as he didn’t want her to go on missions or even be an actual Avenger the rest of the team fought for it.  She was strong and level headed.  She helped lead a lot of missions but since she was so young she didn’t get to fight much. 

“Come on man I can squat more than that,” she stood next to Steve as he was benching, making fun of him, the usual.

“You’re lucky you’re a kid,” he huffed and struggled with the weight a little.

“Okay grandpa,” she rolled her eyes and helped him rack the weights back up. 

“Hey there’s our song bird, sing for us baby,” Sam called carrying in a box of glasses.

“Come on this again?” she made a face and set the tarp out. 

“Gotta keep that voice in check, punk,” Bucky nudged her and set a window pane up.

“No you guys use me for entertainment,” she huffed and set her stance.

“And this is the trainging roo- what the fuck are you doing with my daughter?” Tony asked.  Peter was by his side, getting an official tour of the compound. 

“keeping her throat in check,” Sam shrugged, “wait no- I mean like her power not that your child is, i’m gonna shut up”

“way to make it weird,” the girl laughed. She took her stance and everyone covered their ears.

“Hey kid hands over ears,” tony nudged Peter. 

With a deep breath she let her scream ring, shattering the window in under 3 second, the glasses in the box joined in the breaking soon after.  She stopped with a huff. Everyone uncovered their ears and clapped. 

“Still got it,” Tony beamed proudly.  His daughter took a bow, the same over confidence that her dad has.

“Dad can I steal my boyfriend for a bit? I want lunch,” she grinned and took Peter by his arm. 

“Fine but I need you two both back here in an hour you have new suits to try on,” he slipped a 20 in her hand and shood them away. 

“She’s a good kid Tony,” Steve perked up.

“Yeah, she is,” Tony beamed with pride at his daughter. 

“Okay so I was thinking of doing a Veridian green dress for prom,” she spoke and took a bite of pizza. 

“Do you have your dress yet?” Peter beamed at her words. 

“Duh,” She laughed, “But you can’t see it till prom night, got it,” she winked.

“Come on, I love seeing you in pretty dresses, and it’s prom.  The anticipation is killing me,” he complained and sipped his soda.

“Hey don’t complain to me, You’re the one that said you wanted a surprise, Bucky and Nat helped me get it and your tie so we’re all set,” she grinned and took another bite.

“And shoes?” he followed her in taking a bite. 

“Wanda and I are shopping for the shoes and jewelry this weekend, and we’re going to get our nails done too,” she kind of laughed. She let her eyes scan Peter, the kid she’d been in love with for two years, the kid she loves, and it dating, the kid she wants to marry.

“I can’t wait to see how you look, May wants pictures,” he covered his mouth.

“Duh, of course we’re taking pictures with her. Which are we still doing dinner friday?”

“Yeah, she’s making your favorite”

“How sweet,” she smiled.

“I swear she loves you more than me,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Of course she does, look at me,” she joked and they laughed. 

The two kids sat in front of their new suits.  Peters was stunning to say the least but hers? hers was perfect.  

“Okay so Peter try yours on and Bruce will give you the instructions on yours,” Tony sent peter away.  “Now you my song bird, your suit is special.  It’s lightweight and flexible and it’s secret? it amplifies your sound and gives everyone else suit a warning when you use your power, theirs all have noise cancelation built in so they wont have to cover their ears anymore,” she grins at his daughter. Her eyes were welled up with tears as she stroked the black and silver fabric on her body. 

“Thanks dad,” she throws herself around him.  “You’re the best,” she squeezes him.  He holds his breath a second and engulfs his daughter in a hug. 

Missions usually went smoothly with what everyone called “The Triple Threat” recently missions had been, Tony, Peter, and Y/n.  The three worked together so smoothly, like the team was made to work together.  Currently Triple Threat was working a mission, Y/n was supposed to run recon and scope out the building but he she stood on the edge of a roof. 

“No where to run little girl,” one of the men sneered. Y/n peeked down and looked back at the men and saluted before dropping backwards. Arms wrapped tightly around her.

“You’re crazy” Peter shakes his head.

“I knew you’d catch me”

“Hey, care to stop flirting and help,” Tony buts in.

“Sorry dad,” she laughs and lets the wings out of her suit.

“Y/N” It was Pepper. 

“Coming,” she took a deep breath and started down the stairs.  She smiled brightly when the faces of the avengers came to view at the bottom of the stairs.  Her dad held Pepper tightly as she held a baby Morgan in her arms.  Standing in front of the group was Peter, Holding a corsage in a little case with a dumb smile on his face.  The green dress fit her like a glove and held her in the right places.  She was stunning, and song bird was all his. 

“You look. . . wow” he smiled, breathless.

“Thank you peter, you look handsome,” she smiled back.  She took the boutonniere and pinned it to his suit jack and he slipped the corsage onto her wrist. Tony looked at Pepper then back to his daughter and smiled, proud.

“Alright you two, Be home at 11, and don’t get pregnant,” Tony clapped his hands.

“Dad!” Y/n shot him a shocked look.

“I’m teasing, but seriously have fun and be home at 11″

“yes, and Peter, I left some money in your wallet,” May smiled and straightened his tie.

“Bye Mr. Stark”

“Bye Dad, Bye Mom, Love you all”

Tony watched the door close with tears in his eyes. Pepper set her hand on his shoulder.  He smiled and held Morgan.

“Ready to do it all over again?” she joked

“No, never” he kissed his baby girls forehead.

“Peter?!” she called scanning through the ruble of the building. 

“Y/N!” Tony’s voice caught her attention.

“Dad!” she ran and helped him up. He engulfed her in a hug. 

“Oh my sweet girl,” he kissed her forehead,” Where’s Peter?”

“We got seperated when the building collapsed, I haven’t found him yet,” tears streamed down her face. 

“Easy, We’ll find him, take the east wing i’ll take west”

They split off and Y/n continued to call for him. 

“Y/n?” he was trapped under one of the cars from the parking garage. 

“Peter, hold on we’ll get you out,” you scanned the room before getting on the radio. 

“Recon, come in,”

static. no answer. 

“Okay Peter, baby listen to me closely.  I’m going to use my power, and you push okay?” he nodded and started to push the car.  She let out a scream and the car started to budge.

“It’s working please,” he begged and she screamed louder. The car shifted and Peter pulled himself free. Cracking surrounded them. Y/n peeked at the remaining walls.  Cracks in the concrete were rapidly spreading, threatening to collapse. 

“Peter go!” She grabbed him and did her best to help carry him out. He shot his webs and managed to get them out, with a couple scrapes and bumps, but safe. 

“There you two are” Tony hugged the kids.

Y/n sat next to Tony on the Jet, scrolling on her phone. 

“Y/n?” her dad looked down at her.

“Yeah dad?” she peeked up at him.

“Promise you won’t leave me, won’t do something stupid to take your life” She locked her phone and leaned into him.

“I promise dad” she closed her eyes and felt like drifting off.  He wrapped his arm around his baby, his daughter, his first. 

Thanos had taken everything from them.  The fight was brutal, everyone was covered in wounds, sweat, and dirt. Y/n was caught in the middle, of it all.  Peter had ahold of the gauntlet when he landed but blast after blast forced him to cover his head. 

“Pete” she called and raced to his aid, but a blast sent her flying. She crawled her way to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked

“Are you?” she scanned his face.

“yeah yeah, I’m fine,” he held her face.

“Peter, I love you,” she leaned in and kissed him. She turned to a bright light.  Her face lit up. “Took her long enough”

Carol landed in front of the young couple.  Peter sat clutching the gauntlet.

“Hi I’m peter parker”

“Hey peter parker, got something for me?”

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all of that” he looked at the battle ahead. 

“Don’t worry she’s got help” 

The heading back in.  

The gauntlet sat on the ground as Thanos knocked back fighter after fighter.  Tony stepped up to grab the gauntlet. 

“Dad!” Y/n tried to get to her dad.  Thanos shoved Tony back and Y/n caught him. 

“I, am inevitable,” Thanos said and snapped.  Everyone stood by as nothing happened. 

“And I, am Song Bird,” Y/n struggled and snapped herself.  Fighters began disappearing. One by one. Tony watched as Thanos finally turned to dust before turning back to his daughter. 

“You stupid fucking kid!,” he scooped her up in his arms “It was supposed to be me, I lived my life!” he yelled at her. 

She shook her head weakly. “Morgan, and everyone here. . .  need you” she was struggling to breath. 

“Y/n?”  Peter dropped beside her 

“You promised!” A hot tear fell on her face. She smiled up at her dad. 

“But I saved you, you deserve, so much more from this life dad” she choked

“Y/n” peter held her face.

“Hi baby,” she smiled at him.

“You’re gonna be okay? hear me, you’re gonna be fine”

“Baby listen,” she reached up to him. “You are the Amazing Spiderman you hear, you are going to do great things in this life and i’m. . .  so proud of you,” she choked again “I love you, forver,” she felt her eyes drifting closed. 

“Tell morgan, that I love her, and that the third drawer is something for her,” she smiled one last time. Her body went slack. 

“Y/n?, come on baby talk to me,” peter begged and screamed, Tony wasn’t holding back any tears anymore.

Tony dusted the picture of Y/n in her suit posed with him.  He smiled solemnly. 

“Do you miss her?”

“everyday, but I have to remember to live for her,” Tony turned and hugged Peter who started crying.  Even after a month it still felt so fresh, to everyone.  Windows got covered, glasses were replaced with plastic, but the biggest reminder of Song Bird is her suit, sat in the living room in a case, on proud display.  

‘Song Bird, The loudest heart’ 

[msgrumpygills]

I gotta say, the more relatable the Pads try to seem, the more they piss people off.

I am a mother two. My husband constantly works to keep us afloat and I take side jobs when I can as long as it works with my kid's school schedules because we can't afford child care. I don't have multiple nannies to watch my kids or help with housework and you know what? I don't complain about how hard it is. It's the life I chose to have. I don't expect praise for doing what I am supposed to do. My husband works 5 days a week and when he isn't working, he's spending time with us. Sometimes he'll even take the kids off my hands for a few hours so I can get a break because that's what a good father and husband does. When he posts about them on social media, it's always talking about how grateful he is to spend the time with them that he does get to spend. And we all get on each other's nerves. The kids drive both of us crazy and we drive each other crazy, but we don't try and pretend like we're perfect. We're a typical family.

A family who can afford to have staff on hand at all times, a mother who never has to worry about bills and education, who never has to feel guilty for taking a few minutes to herself because she knows someone else is there to take care of whatever she's putting off, a mother who has time to do anything other than provide for her spouse and her children...a father who spends all his free time away from home, who complains about how hard it is to be around his kids, a man who praises his wife for all that she does without acknowledging that she has help, all while pretending that they are perfect...that's not a family, that's Hollywood.

Pictire perfect doesn't exist and anyone with a brain knows that. If they want to peddle their crap they need to stop trying so hard and be real for once because, lets be honest, you cant live off the money of adoring fans forever. People lose interest in thing over time and Walker isn't exactly thriving. Eventually the spn crowd is going to fizzle out (of course there will still be those few who stay forver) and a handful of people emptying their pockets to line theirs isn't enough to keep their lifestyle. People don't want to see perfect and they sure as hell don't want to listen to people with more money than anyone needs and help around every corner complain about how hard life is for them. And sure? Celebrities have struggles, but those struggles are not on the same level as the people they're trying to relate to. People definitely don't want to keep shelling out their hard earned money give to a celebrity so that celebrity can donate a portion of it to a charity when thay celebrity has more than enough to reach the goal that they set on their own.

I hope they wake up to reality soon. Otherwise they're gonna end up like the rest of us and as much as I would pay to see that wake up call, i don't wish that kind of abrupt life change on those children (being raised by parents who don't know how to function without gobs of money and never had to raise them alone could be seriously damaging)

I want to say that I commend you and admire you so much! I can’t imagine the strength and willpower it takes to do what you do, and if no one has told you today, you are so appreciated! <3 

Your family is the exact type that Jared and Gen are trying to portray. They wanna paint themselves as the hardworking parents that work so hard to support and take care of their three kids and how Gen is a hero for doing it all on her own while Jared is winning that bread. They’re definitely actors playing a role here and their “family” is as authentic as Jared’s sobriety. 

I think by trying to be relatable, they just make asses of themselves. Everyone knows they have a staff of help, but Gen acts like she has to fight to get time to herself. Jared acts like seeing his kids is the worst thing on the planet and he makes sure everyone knows it. Like I said, some parents joke around about the kids driving them insane, but it’s not every single post. On top of that, those parents who make those jokes once in a while are present all the time, they’re with the kids, they appreciate their kids, they don’t pop in for the weekly dad appearance and then complain about it the whole time. Jared might think he’s being cute and relatable, but he looks like an asshole. 

I don’t know if anyone else here ever watched Wife Swap, but I would LOVE to see the Pads swap lives with an actual family who has actual problems. They would implode. I think you’re right about the kids, they’re the ones who are going to suffer ultimately, more than they probably already are.  Their father is barely there (I wanna say Jared brought that up about his kids not really knowing him? Maybe it was someone else so don’t quote me on that.) and when he is there, he acts like he can’t get away fast enough. He just pops in for the staged “family goals” pictures and then shovels the kids back onto the nannies so he can go act like a 20-something college kid.  Their mother only pays attention to them when she needs them to pose for her charade of happy family on instagram. When she doesn’t need them, she’s shilling them onto the nannies so she can go have “me time” which she certainly doesn’t get enough of, being unemployed and letting ghost writers take care of her passion projects. When she should be a caring mother, she monetizes it. Nothing is genuine and you can tell that the kids are getting tired of being the performing monkeys for her clickbait social media posts. 

I’d hope that Jared has some money stored away and has invested it well so they’ll be prepared for when Supernatural fizzles out and when Walker (hopefully sooner than later) dies out. Gen won’t be able to jet around the country and buy clothes that are as much as car payments, and Jared won’t have the extra money to go blow on weekend getaways and traveling to anywhere that isn’t his compound. They might even have to downsize and what are they gonna do without their 3 gyms, tennis court, pool and guest house? 

I hope they get a wake-up call or snap out of it, but I don’t see that ever happening with these people. 

[strawbwrry]

adoration for your word thingy 🥺🥺🥺

adoration w/ hyeongjun

—

“how do you still manage to look so adorable in your 50’s my love?” hyeongjun let out a joking scoff at his partner’s question, “honey i was born to be adorable even into my older age.” letting laughs out the both of you smiled happily, hyeongjun wrapped his arms around you placing a small kiss to your cheek making you laugh just as it always did.

there was something that felt so forever when it came to the both of you. everyone had noted it, from the moment his friends had introduced you both in your late teens till now there had never been one moment, where people thought it wouldn’t last forver. with adoration gleaming in his eye’s every time he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t imagine himself without you. your eyes were permanently glazed with a look of love, at each milestone, important and unimportant, at each setback, each day where you struggled to face yourself, he stood right by you.

gently letting you go and kissing your nose his hand pulled yours into his and he smiled at you, feeling the same rush of love as you had when you were a teen you smiled at him. as you stepped out of the house you began to tread onto a new milestone, becoming grandparents.

[poetic-filth]

Sunrise

Pairings: Tim Drake and Conner

Summary:

Sometimes we need to stop and take a break, there are people who are worried for us, it’s a small luxury to sit and watch the sunrise with the people we care about, but everyone deserves to bask in its beauty”

Author’s note:

Hello, it’s been forver, I missed writing and drawing and this pandemic gave me the opportunity to get back with my art and literature. I’m currently working on new pieces of art and stories.

Here’s one I made last year. I forgot to share it cause I got so busy with work and now everyone is staying at home, I found it again.

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The room was dim and humid, the hazy moonlight infiltrated from the narrow glass window casting a faint illumination in one of the corners of the room. The light was too tenebrous to make out any figure or object in the area it casted its glow upon. Nevertheless it still created a comforting haze of fluorescence.

The sound of clicking keys on the keyboards and purring from the overworked computer engine resonated through the expanse of the room. It has been going on for hours on end all throughout the night. Papers and empty mugs scattered on the desk that it seems to be made out of scraps of paper and coffee stains. Mountains of classified forensic files and newspaper clippings occupied the majority of the space, save for the modest bed in one corner which was currently occupied by a dark haired teenage boy. Files and laptop in hand.

“It’s past midnight. Maybe you should just continue this tomorrow.” The teen looked up from his laptop screen, which casted a blue lit hue on his youthful face, to the other occupant of the room working on the desk across from the bed.

“I can’t waste time Conner, you know that. I am so close to solving this case.” The boy replied not even sparing Conner a glance.

Defeated, Conner just sighed and continued to work on his own research.

A moment later the teen stood up from the desk, empty mug in hand and headed to the door.

“I’m just going to get some coffee” he said walking pass the bed.

“Tim!” Conner called out, which made the said boy come to a halt and peered back at the source over his shoulder. “Let me” Conner continued and walked over to where Tim was standing and grabbed the mug out of his hands.

Tim smiled very faintly but Conner could make it out. The skin around his eyes are swollen and there were dark bags underneath due to the lack of sleep on his blood shot eyes. Concern washed over Conner’s face in an attempt to return the gesture. But he continued out the room to fetch his best friend his coffee, while Tim sat back down in front of his computer and resumed typing away, a very familiar sight.

Once Conner got back from the kitchen, Tim’s coffee in hand. He found Tim staring at his files pinned on the wall with a very perplexed expression.

He proceeded to the desk and placed the coffee down.

“What’s the matter?” Conner asked making his way towards Tim.

“I don’t get it.” Tim huffed out a breath, he ran his fingers through his hair slightly pulling on it, as if doing so will give him the solutions to his problems.

He plucked out the newspaper clipping photo of brother blood and stared at it intently. Conner peeked at the photo Tim was staring at and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“How come I can’t find leads to his new plan, I pieced each and every evidence I could find together carefully, I double checked the profiles of the people who was kidnapped and I went back to the location of the crime scene for further evidence, still nothing.” Tim said almost in a complaining manner. He has been working on this case for almost a week now and dedicated his days and nights to solving it. He can’t possibly missed a clue or something.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to solve this like you always do” Conner assured from behind him.

Conner walked over back to the bed and sat at the edge, he struggled to keep a yawn, but failed.

Being the second greatest detective that Tim is, he caught the muffled yawn from Conner and turned to face him.

“Rest” he said sternly. “I got this.” His tone softened and the corners of his lips tugged a bit.

“Are you sure? You might need-“

“I’m sure, I’m kinda used to it you know.” Tim cut him off with a chuckle and walked back to his desk and started working on his computer again.

Conner looked at him for a moment worried his best friend is pushing himself too much that he’s hurting himself and neglecting his health. But he knew Tim wouldn’t stop until he found something, he would spend sleepless nights just to solve a case, this, however heartbreaking it is, was pretty normal to Tim and he knows it.

“Ok, goodnight then” Conner said hesitantly. He exited Tim’s room with his head down and headed to his own, much tidier as tidy as it can be for a teenage boy, room.

He felt terrible not being of much help to his friend, if only he could convince him to go easy on himself, if only he cared a little bit about himself, then Conner wouldn’t be sitting in his bed staring at the glowing numbers of his clock, that says 2:30 am, on the nightstand troubled shitless.

However, Conner knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, the bat kids were all stubborn in their own ways, once invested too much in to something there is no reeling them out of it. All he could really do now is get some much needed shut-eye and hope that Tim solves this case as soon as possible so he could get some rest.

 Conner woke up to his stomach growling, he missed dinner last night. He was trying to help Tim that it didn’t occur to him that he hasn’t eaten anything aside from the occasional temptation from Tim to get himself a cup of coffee. He stretched his arms to the other side of his bed as if searching for something, or someone, only to find it empty and cold.

He propped himself up on one elbow while rubbing the sleep off his eyes with his other hand. He looked sleepily at the clock resting on his nightstand with the glowing numbers that says 5:00am, 2 and a half hours, he only slept for 2 and a half hours. As much as he wanted to curl back in bed, his stomach was saying otherwise. He languidly dragged his body to the tower kitchen to fix himself anything to eat, perhaps there was some left over pizza or something, really anything.

When Conner got to the kitchen he was surprised to see the lights on and someone was already there. Who could be up making breakfast at ass-crack in the morning? He thought. He wasn’t surprised when he saw Tim with his back facing him on the counter fixing himself his nth cup of coffee since last night. He looked over his shoulders when he heard Conner came in and continued to fix his coffee

“Conner, you’re up early” Tim said drearily.

“And you’re still up” Conner said emphasizing on the word ‘still’.

Tim didn’t respond and just carried on making his coffee. There was a moment of silence between them, it lasted longer than what Conner wanted.

After his coffee was made Tim, walked passed Conner without as so much as looking at him, to get back to his room. Conner grabbed his arm just as he passed him.

“That’s enough” he said sternly but still laced with concern. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Tim didn’t budge and just sighed.

“Come with me, let’s get some fresh air out-“

“I have work to do” Tim interjected.

“You don’t have a choice” Conner levitated dragging Tim with him in the air by his arm, making him drop his coffee shattering the cup on the floor. “I’ll fix that later” he said almost laughing.

“What the hell are you doing?!?”

“Getting us both some fresh air, sun will be rising soon, lets watch it.” He said adjusting his hold on Tim so he was holding him on the small of his back, instinctively Tim held on his shoulders.

“I don’t think this is a good idea“ Tim tried to convince him to put him back down to no avail.

Conner flew them up on the roof top of the Titans Tower, he always loved it there, he could see the whole city and on the other side he could see the sun from the horizon. He would always go here when he wants time for himself, or when he wants to recharge and just let the sun’s light penetrate his skin, or when he just wanted to relax and see the world he saves from corruption and evil. And now he wanted Tim to see that there is no need to push himself, that it was ok to be human for a little while.

Though that sounded hypocritical since he, himself is not even fully human. But he was here in their world, he is here to stay and he was more than happy to live amongst them, especially with his friends, especially with Tim.

“I don’t have time for this con” Tim said as he landed him.

“Tim, I care for you and I hate seeing you hurt” Conner said still in the air hovering in front of Tim.

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine” Tim said not comprehending what he was trying to say.

“You’re hurting yourself” Conner grounded in front of Tim placing both his hands on his shoulders.

Tim could see through his bloodshot eyes the pain in the young boy’s eyes staring back at him. He saw just how much he cared for him and it made him guilty for worrying him, he didn’t think what he was doing would cause that much concern from Conner.

Despite the troubling feeling in his head, Conner gave Tim what he could say the warmest smile he was ever given, and heads to the edge of the tower.

“Look, the sun is beginning to rise” Conner said pointing to the horizon where the sun’s rays could be made out with a hue of luminescent pink, through the baby blue skies and the wispy tinted clouds.

He sat on the edge with his legs dangling off swaying back and forth. He looked back at Tim and patter the space next to him.

Tim looked at the beautiful horizon and back at the boy sitting on the edge, Conner knew he was pondering, afraid he would be wasting time or just afraid to give him this much luxury.

“Just this once” He said raising his brows.

Tim hesitantly walked over to Conner and sat beside him.

“This is my favourite time of the day, Tim, I can feel the solar energy dancing on my skin” Conner said closing his eyes savouring the warmth the sun was emitting.

Tim could only look at Conner. He was radiant, contented and happy, how he longed to be so.

“It’s earlier this time of the year” Conner said.

The crescent peak of the sun presented itself over the horizon masking everything in a hue of pink and orange.

“I don’t know if I’ve told you this before but summ-“He felt Tim’s head resting on his shoulders. His eyes widened and he looked over at the said boy.

He saw Tim sleeping with his head on his shoulder, he swears this is the first time he saw him this peaceful. He could see just how young he was, his face looked so innocent and frail, when he is at ease, and he was just a boy. He could see the dark bags under his eyes, how it seems much darker against his pale ghastly skin. Youth was taken away from him the moment he donned the robin suit and began fighting alongside the batman, and his nights and days were stolen by crimes and villains.

But for once he is thankful he’s finally letting himself loose just for a little while, and he’s more than happy to be spending it with him. He deserved that, no child should be deprived of living.

Conner smiled at the sleeping boy and turned to face back the sun basking in the warm summer breeze.

[diamondcamefromhell]

Pit Stop

fem!reader x jaskier [friend thing, not romance]

A/N: HIIIIII so i drank a bit today and this creation came to be, tried to edit all the mistakes, but there may still be some. i just wrote it from my heart, not really focusing on it being great to read, allowing it flow through me so it may be an aboslute mess and i might delete it when i wake up, but enjoy it while its here [even if it may stay forver]

Warnings: none!

Summary: [written in third person again] Y/N is a orphan who grew up in Kaer Morhen, and her basically-big-brother Geralt comes to visit with Jaskier and the two of them have a heart to heart

Word count: 2.592

as always, any feedback is appreciated, but on this one, pls keep in mind that i didnt write it entirely sober and its late and im sad lmao, but criticism is good and needed for every writer, so feel free to leave it even on this [or anonymously on my ask page] 

all the love <3

She lifted her sword just in time to block Geralt, parrying back with her other hand, hitting him with her other blade. The witcher grunted, pushing her with his swords, making her stumble back, a smile still on her face. She turned the weapons in her hands, both in a attack position now, as Geralt also smiled, gripping his sword tighter.

Y/N was able to duel-wield as well as you could possibly do it, it never occurred to her that she could fight with only one sword. In her mind, it truly seemed like a waste of opportunities, and she didn’t plan on contributing to it. While still young, she could stand her ground against Geralt, which was impressive on itself.

And Jaskier knew it. In his head, his friend witcher was the strongest-baddest-unbeatable Geralt, but now, in Kaer Morhen, his buddy was struggling holding back against this girls attacks.

“Well done.” Witcher spoke, lowering his sword. He hated to admit it, but he was running out of breath, and Y/N seemed to radiate endless energy. The girl laughed, straightening up.

“Thanks, Gee.” Geralt grunted at the nickname, smile still painting across his face.

The girl took a deep breath, looking up at the mountains that surrounded her home. She was an orphan, left in the woods. One of the witchers found her, and tried to get someone to take the baby in, but times were tough and Y/N was just an extra mouth to feed. She was taken here, to Kaer Morhen, at first it was planned to be short-term.

But she grew up with the boys, eventually picking her name herself. She never underwent the procedure to fully become a witcher, but she was a better fighter than some. She earned her nickname, the great Shewolf, who was as vicious and as strong as one. Someone who would die for her family.

Jaskier has heard about her from Geralt and some other witchers they’ve met on the road, but the bard knew the girl rarely left her home. Being abandoned by her parents, she took all the boys under her wing, providing some love and care to them during their strict training regimen.

Now, as wind played with her hair, Jaskier had to stop himself from breaking into a song. She was beautiful, in this mountain view, she truly looked like a she-wolf – majestic, wild and free. The girl felt the stare, glancing at the bard, offering him a smile.

“Jaskier and I,” Geralt spoke, getting her attention back on himself, “got you a gift.”

“Did you?” Her eyebrows rose as she glanced between the men.

“Something very special.” Witcher said. He never would admit it, but Y/N has grown to be like a little sister to him – he wanted to give her the world.

But all he could offer now, was two new swords. Light weight enough to make her duel-wielding possible and even faster than it was now. It was long, and sharp. The special thing about it was that one side of the blade was silver, the other steel. It was also enchanted with runes, so it would catch enemies on fire, at random.

They were beautiful, black handles and with a tree design on the blade itself. But for Y/N, that didn’t matter. It was the gesture itself; she knew how expensive weapons are. And not even that, finding a good blacksmith was nearly impossible these days. The trouble they must’ve gone through almost brought a tear to her eye.

She dropped her old swords, taking the new ones. They felt perfect in her hands.

“I am at a loss for words.” Geralt smirked.

“A thank you will do.” She fixed her gaze on the witcher, trying to swallow down the tears.

“Thank you. Truly.” She turned her eyes to the bard, who rose to his feet, coming closer to Y/N. “Jaskier, thank you too.”

“I didn’t do that much.” He muttered.

“You have never been to Kaer Morhen, have you?” Jaskier shook his head, and an idea came to the womans head. “Let me show you around. As a thank you. If not for a sword, then for keeping my big old Gee company.”

“Don’t you want to test your new swords?” Geralt asked before Jaskier could agree to the offer. Y/N shoulders dropped as she gazed into the horizon.

“We’ll have time for it tomorrow.” She finally decided, glancing at the witcher. “You seem tired. Are you getting old, Geralt?”

“Tired of you, little one.” He smirked, putting his sword in his scabbard. “But okay. I need to catch up with Master-“

“With Vesemir about Cirilla, yeah.” Y/N interrupted, remembering that they weren’t here to visit her – not exactly. Of course, it added to the trip, but their main goal was to talk to Vesemir about Cirilla and how she’s okay. Nothing in particular that Y/N found interesting, but she knew how important it was to Geralt. “Go and surprise that old bastard. He will be happy to hear the news.”

Bard watched his friend grin and turn around, going into the massive castle. The pair stood there in silence at first, and Jaskier began to worry that his lady friend would feel uncomfortable with just the two of them; but she was gazing at the sky. The mountains loomed over them, guarding this place, keeping it safe. It provided an impressive view, too.

“It’s beautiful.” Bard broke the silence, as the girl smiled.

“There is something so peaceful about this view.” A sad shadow loomed over her face. “But once all of the witcher disappear… this place will be abandoned. Hidden in these hills, deep in the woods.”

“But the Witchers won’t disappear.” Jaskier argued, although he knew that the population of withcers was dropping, as no new boys have been trained in years. He didn’t know why, and he was too afraid to ask. Bard was smarted than that, and knew not to open old wounds.

“Everything disappears, Jaskier.” Y/N glanced at her old swords on the ground, as they reflected the light. “But I am glad you find this place beautiful.”

“Precisely.” He muttered, as his head was working overtime trying to come up with something to comfort the girls troubled heart.

“Maybe you’ll write poems about it. That way, we will live on forever.” Girl spoke, turning around, waving the bard to follow her.

Which he did, with no hesitation. The sun was shining on them, but the weather wasn’t really that warm. Jaskier wrapped his arms around himself, watching Y/N in front, with her armour, that seemed to be too light to protect from the hold breeze that was picking up. But the girl didn’t mind, stepping to the training grounds.

They were now surrounded by dummies, most of which haven’t been touched in months. Her heart felt heavy, but she hoped one day soon new boys would come and train here. She would pray, but she didn’t believe in any gods.

“Training grounds, not used in… awhile.” She cleared her throat, sheathing her swords behind her back. She crossed her arms over, looking back at the bard, who was examining the dummies.

“These look new.” He pointed out and Y/N laughed.

“They got destroyed all the time. We would make new ones pretty much everyday, so they are new, yet to be destroyed.” She explained something in her heart lifting. It was as if there was new boy to train; even if the man in front of her was too old for this.

Though older, his eyes reminder her of that of a kid. So much joy shined in them, she almost allowed herself be fooled that he had lived an easy life. Traveling with a witcher was nothing easy at all, especially Geralt. While Y/N got to know his more affectionate side, sometimes he would hurt even her. he never meant to, but his comments would be daggers at heart.

And this man, was a bard, she also remembered, her eyes grazing the lute hanging by his side. Not a fighter, not trained. He could probably barely hold a weapon or protect himself, and with the contracts and helping citizens, she was sure this man has seen more than he lets on.

Maybe more than her.

But there were no shadows in his blue eyes, as he brushed his hair back, smiling at the girl, who was in deep thought, staring right at him. Her eyes pierced Jaskier, as he wondered what was going on in her head.

“A coin for your thoughts?” Jaskier decided to try and pry, figure out what world she was lost in.

“You have travelled with Gee for awhile now, but you don’t seem to be troubled by it.” Bard shrugs, his shoulders relaxing; he didn’t even realize that he has gotten nervous.

“He protects me.” Her gaze drifts ahead, as she sits down by the dummy. A shadow of sadness looms over her again, and Jaskier sits down too, their legs now touching.

“I wish someone would protect me.” Jaskier furrows his brows, staring at his hands.

“But you can protect yourself.” He speaks, as Y/N sighs. That was not what she meant, but the bard carried on. “You literally can hold you ground against Geralt. The Geralt.”

“That’s not the point, Jaskier.” She rests her head on the dummy behind her, staring at the mountains. Sometimes she feels like they are about to fall on her, swallowing her whole. “I still want to be protected. Someone to take care of me, too.”

“What about Vesemir?” She knows he is genuinely trying to help, but the mountains still double up in size as she feels small. She would feel like this when she was a child, isolated and alone. A sigh escapes her lips again, resting between them like a ravine.

“I meant more of a friend.” She finally clarified, after the silence began to grow uncomfortable. Jaskier stared at the ground between them, as if that ravine was actually there.

“I can be your friend.” She nodded. She already felt like they were friends.

“You and Geralt both are my friends. But…” Jaskier watched as her face changed, becoming more and more puzzled. He wanted to help her find the right words, express what she means exactly. Maybe that would lessen the pain in her eyes.

“I get it, I think.” He decided to try and put some clarity into her clear thought volcano. “We, and I bet some other friends, we come and go. But most of the time, you’re alone. And I bet you feel trapped, surrounded by these mountains and woods. No escape, as even the horizon isn’t clear.”

“Exactly!” She shouted, involuntary. “Everyone tells me I’m a shewolf, I can protect myself and thrive alone, and that’s correct. But I still want to have a pack.”

“Why don’t you join us then?” Jaskier offers and the girl closes her eyes. She wants to go, but what if someone comes here, some small boy, scared and alone. Ripped from their mothers crying hands. She has to be there for them, if it were to happen.

“I’m needed her.” Jaskier sighs, a sour taste growing in his mouth. He didn’t like the thoughts that filled his head, the words that were urging to escape.

“Ghosts don’t need to be cared for, Y/N.” His tone was soft, as if he was talking to a child. He even dared to reach out and place his hand on hers, which she didn’t shake off. “If anything, they need to be let go off. Laid to rest.”

“But if someone new comes-“ Jaskier squeezed her hand, making the girl stop mid-sentence. Their eyes met.

“If someone comes, Vesemir will find us. You can’t find a pack if you stay in this cage.” His words made sense, and she knew it.

But she didn’t want to listen. Her eyes gazed away from the boy, back to the mountains, who began casting shadows on the pair. Wolves howled in the woods and the breeze picked up again. She didn’t feel cold, but Jaskier shivered a little.

“I should show you inside.” She tried to avert the conversation, but the bard wasn’t having it. She rose to her feet, but he remained on the ground.

“The view from the top of the mountains must be amazing.” He said, gazing there. He did wonder if you could even reach it; these trained professionals probably could, but he, a simple bard, would probably slip and fall to his death. He shivered at the thought of that.

“You see endless fields and forests. But it is nice.” Y/N agreed, crossing her arms.

“So you see the opportunities the world has to offer.” He eventually decided, standing up. “Then this isn’t a trap – is a pit stop, before you go to see all that the sun touches.”

“Sure, poet.” She grinned, but his words settled in her heart. “Let’s get inside.”

So the tour continued, as they drifted from painful topics to more easy ones. Jasier showcased some songs, which she thoroughly enjoyed, and Y/N shared some fun stories from a better time.

But evening came, and something went wrong. Geralt ushered them to leave. The sun had set, and the only light was a few torches surrounding the group. Withcer didn’t seem worried, just in a hurry. Jaskier had his lute over his shoulder, saddened to be leaving so soon.

Y/N was painfully looking at her friends, wondering when she will see them again.

“We will visit soon. Ciri just needs me, I know it.” Geralt grunted, petting Roach. He was eager to get on the road.

“It’s okay. I’m glad I got to see you again, Gee.” Y/N forced a smile, but it didn’t fool the boys. They exchanged worried looks.

After hugs exchanged, she watched them leave – Geralt on Roach, Jaskier on a horse he borrowed from Vesemir. Y/N looked up once more, mountains blocking her view, but the bards words crept in, waking something inside her.

She whistled her horse, urging it to a gallop to catch up with her friend. Surprise painted their faces when they saw her, and both men stopped in their tracks.

“You said you’d visit soon.” She explained, slowing her horse to a canter, going ahead of them. “I can leave Kaer Morhen for a little bit. And these gifted swords need testing too.”

“You’re coming with us?” Jaskier couldn’t hide the joy in his voice, but he didn’t care. In the dark he and Geralt could barely tell that the girl rolled her eyes.

“Let’s go, boys!” She rushed to a gallop again.

They caught up to her in a heartbeat. They raced through the mountains, until they reached one of the peaks.

The fields in front of them offered endless possibilities. In this moonlight, shewolf took a deep breathe, and she knew, that for the first time in ages, she was breathing freedom. One last glance at her home, the castle glistening in the light grey light of the night was inviting.

But she knew she would always find a home here.

She could always come and rest, until she was ready to venture again. Now, she needed to go and find her pack.

y/N didn’t know, that Jaskier and Geralt both thought they just added a new member to their pack. They accepted her, racing in the night, to the rest of their pack, towards Ciri and Yen. Rushing into the unknown, leaving the pit stop behind.

[fun-and-fandoms]

I Shouldn��t But I Do

Chapter Eight: Time To Go Home

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Summary: Y/n is struggling to survive after being seperated from her group. When she meets Negan her life is changes forever, the question is if it was for the better.

Pairing: Negan x Y/n

Warnings: fluff, anst, violence

“Y/n, you got to wake up mouse. We have to leave soon.” Opening your eyes, you see Negan standing above you. 

“How long was I out?” you ask, sitting up and stretching.

“Only an hour, you have enough time to take a shower and then we need to head back to the Sanctuary. I put your clothes on the bathroom counter,” Negan explains, he gives you a quick kiss and walks out of the room. Climbing out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, you step in and quickly wash your hair and body. Turning off the shower, you dry off and throw on your clothes. Walking into the kitchen you find Negan cleaning up. “Hey, are you ready to go?”

“Ya, why don’t you get in the truck while I lock up. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Nodding, you go out to the truck and climb into the passenger seat. True to his word Negan was out in a couple minutes. The two of you drove silently towards the Sanctuary, your hand resting in his.

“So what’s the plan now?” you question, breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?”

“If I’m being completely honest I don’t want to go back to the way we were. I don’t know what you want to do, I mean you still have wifes,” you admit, glancing over at Negan.

“Do you want to become a wife?” Negan asks.

“I love being a savior too much to become a wife.”

“What if you didn’t have to choose. You could still be a savior and we could be together, but for that to work you can only go on runs with me,” Negan compromises, squeezing your hand.

“But what about the wives?” you question.

“I’ll get rid of them. They’ll have to keep the benefits of being a wife because they’re not choosing to leave,” Negan says.

“You’d do that?”

“Yes, I would for you.” For the rest of the ride back the two of you sat quietly listening to music and you had a small smile on your face. Back at the Sanctuary Negan was forced to rush off without saying goodbye to deal with urgent business, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Wandering around the compound, after a while you find yourself wandering the market a blood red leather jacket catches your eye. Pulling it off the hanger, you try it on and fits perfectly and it’s perfect timing because it’s starting to turn to fall. Telling the seller to put it on your tab, walking out into the courtyard you smile to yourself as you watch children playing under the watchful eye of their school teacher. You were too distracted by the children playing to hear Frankie storming up to you until she slapped you across the face. “You man-stealing bitch, how dare you!” she growled.

Slowly taking a step away from her, you calmly reply “Frankie, calm down. If you want to talk we can talk, but if you hit me again you’re going to regret it.”

“Ya right you manipulative whore, you seduced Negan then you somehow convinced him to dump me and the rest of his wives,” she sneered.

Taking a deep breath you try to control your temper, especially since the two of you had drawn a crowd. “I didn’t manipulate Negan, he chose this decision …  hell he even suggested it in the first place.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it,” Frankie yells lunging at you. You easily dodge her and she falls on the ground which angers her further. When she lunges for you again she manages to grab your pant leg and pulls you to the ground. Before you could get up Frankie manages to climb on top of you and starts to punch you in the face. All you can do is put your hands over your face in an attempt to block the punches. It felt like hours before someone was able to pull Frankie off of you, sitting up you spit some blood out. Looking at Frankie you see that she was being restrained by two saviors.

“Put her in a cell and someone go fucking get Carson” You look over to see Negan walking towards you. 

“Negan I’m fine, I don’t need to see Carson,” you try to reassure him.

Negan squats down next to you. Brushing a strand of hair out of your face he counters “You don’t see what you look like mouse, you probably don’t feel it either because of the adrenaline but that’s going to wear off soon.” Looking up Negan sees the crowd of people still standing around you. “What are you standing around for, get back to work!” The crowd quickly disperses and Carson appears. 

Negan is quiet as Carlson questions and examines you. During the examination you realized Negan is right, you didn’t feel anything due to adrenaline and now everything was starting to hurt now that it was starting to wear off . “I would like for you to go back to my office so I can do a more thorough exam and possibly keep you under observation. I’m pretty sure you have a concussion,” Carson explains, putting his equipment back in his bag. You and Negan nod and Negan sticks his hand out to help you up. Grabbing his hand you let him help you up, soon after you stand up you almost collapsed due to dizziness. 

“Whoa, are you ok Y/n?” Negan asks, holding you up.

“I’m fine, I just got really dizzy for a second,” you reply, trying to balance yourself.

“Well I don’t think you can walk,” Negan announces picking you up. “So I’m going to carry you and don’t try to stop me.” Not even attempting to argue, you rest your head on Negan’s chest and let him carry you to Carson’s office. Carson was right about you having a concussion, lucky it wasn’t very severe. Though due to dizziness he wanted to keep you under observation overnight to make sure there wasn’t anything else going on. He also gave you some pain meds for the concussion, the black eye, and a bruised rib. Laying in Carson office, you settle in for a long night of restless sleep.

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@charmed-asylum​

[spiftynifty]

💖 Happy monthiversary of surviving the season that shall be forver shunned and ridiculed! May your salt pile high and your creative spirit strive, and thank you for all the positive attitude in these dark dark dark times 💖

Thanks dude. I don’t know if I’d say I’ve been positive but I do try to be rational in the face of things that bug me because reason helps when emotions get high. And based on what I’ve seen, emotions are still very, very high in regards to s8, and in some cases, to the point of being detrimental.

I’m just happy a lot of the fandom seems to be sticking around and a lot of the creators are continuing to create (in some cases out of spite which is amazing). I still maintain flat out ignoring s8 as canon is probably the best option and pretending like the series ends at 7x01 or 7x12. And I say this as a person who typically has a near-impossible time ignoring canon, but it was surprisingly easy and so liberating to just pretend the series ended with s6 (with 7x01 as a special bonus episode). Others like to think it ended at 7x13. But what works for me won’t necessarily work for all. I hope people who are still struggling with the season will eventually find their peace, however that looks. :)

[kryptoniteismysupergirl]

15 for the Supercat prompts. //Even though I already asked of it.

okay so this took me forver because i kept rewriting it.

15- Don’t die on me. Please

TW- Major Character Death

Her screamsfilled the air. she couldn’t do anything. The chains held her back as struggledto get to Cat. The gun shimmered in the moonlight as it flooded the warehouse,illuminating Cat’s calm expression as she gently closed her eyes waiting herfate. Lillian’s finger hovered over trigger, turning as she smirked tolook Kara right in the eyes.

“Saygoodbye, Supergirl.”

It happened in slow motion. Every sound was shutout as she could only concentrate on the sound Cat’s breath hitching as thebullet collided with her stomach. The chains became weaker and weaker as Karapulled. The kryptonite burning her skin, but she couldn’t let Cat die. Notafter everything they had been through. Screaming she pulled as shard as shecould, the chains snapped and her super speed helped her to catch Cat just asshe fell. “Cat, hey, hey look at me.” Kara gripped onto Cat’s hand.

“My guardian angel.” Cat whispered resting a handon Kara’s cheek, rubbing small circles with her thumb.

“I never told you what you meant to me. I was acoward and I never told you. I wanted to then you disappeared to Washington andI’m sorry.” Kara was crying now, her tears running down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay Kara. I knew. I always knew.”Cat smiled then let her eyes close. Kara heard her heart beat fade, but not entirely.Cat was hanging on, there was still time, and that’s when she snapped. Cat’s almostlifeless body still in her arms, she stood up and glared at Lillian.

“If I lose her, you’ll pay. I suggest you run,and keep running, because I will always be right behind you. I won’t kill you,not yet. I’ll sure you’ve done a few laps of the world before I come out ofnowhere. So Lillian Luthor, I suggest you get the fuck out of here before Ichange my mind.” Lillian’s heart rate spiked and Kara could tell she wasterrified. Taking a deep breath, she pulled Cat close to her and pushed away,into the air.

She touched down on the balcony at the DEO, franticallysearching for Alex.

“Alex! Where’s Alex? Someone please help me!”immediately agents swarmed around her trying to help, but Kara refused to letgo of Cat until Alex arrived. Heading into the med bay Alex begged Kara to putCat down, so she could examine her.

“Kara, please. Let me help her.” Kara nodded andplaced Cat down on a bed stepping away to let them do their work.

Cat was in surgery for three hours. Winn sat nextto Kara and held her hand for the entirety of those hours.

“Kara, she’ll be okay. Miss Grant is as stubbornas they come, she’ll be okay.” Winn wrapped his arm around Kara’s shoulders andpulled her into him.

Alex poked her head out of the surgery door andsaw her sister, head in her hands wrapped in Winn’s arms. She couldn’t tell herbaby sister the news. Kara’s head perked up when she heard Alex open the door.

“Kara…we tried. I’m sorry.” Kara sped into theroom where Cat lay. Not knowing what to do, Kara just pulled up a chair and satholding Cat’s hand,her heart beat fading.

“Don’t die on me. Please Cat. Not after everything we’ve beenthrough.” Kara stood up and placed a small kiss to Cat’s forehead, listening asher heartbeat faded away. “I’m sorry I never told you.” The tears began to fallfaster now; she knew there was no stopping them. Pushing past everyone who hadcrowded to witness the hero share a tender moment with the media queen, shepushed up and away into the sky to mourn the loss of her greatest secret love.

[looselucy]

Lucy, I swear forver ago you wrote a two part piece about B.B. from Harry’s point of view about graduation? Did I dream this?

It was part of the sequel, which fell apart, so there’s really no need for me to share those two parts again.However, I will share the part you’re speaking about. Lets go.

Butterfly Boy Extra - Graduation

Lookingat her that day was different.Watching Pippa was fascinating to me, always had been. Just the way she was. Theway she held herself, the way she spoke and the tiny ticks of her body.She was endlessly interesting to me.But watching her on our graduation day, I got to be fascinated with her in away I never had before.I was fascinated by the mother of my child.

She’d taken the pregnancy test a few weeks before, but I guess I only reallytook in what it all really meant that day, what was actually happening to us. Ijust watched the way she kept wrapping her gown tightly around her body,fidgeting with the material every few seconds in the hope of keeping hidden theslight swell of her stomach.I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.“She looks really beautiful today.” Zayn said, toking on his cigarette.“Yeah.” I mumbled, hands dug deep into the pockets of my pants.“You okay, bro?” He quizzed me, concern intertwining his words.I didn’t reply for a while, I just remained watching her from our distance,wondering if it was normal to start glowing so early on. Then again, maybe shehad always been glowing to me. Maybe I had always been a moth to her flame.All I could think about was how much I loved her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wasscared and I was nervous and I was worried about what the future held for us,but I loved her so much.Ignoring those daunting feelings, I really was okay.Because one feel was prevailing over the rest.I was excited.“Yeah.” I replied, a sense of shock in my tone. “I’m amazing.”Pippa had been complaining about her weight gain for a few months, blaming thefact that we were too comfortable in our relationship and we were too in lovewith each other and we drank too much beer.I had just thought she looked adorable. The girl could have been the largestwoman in the world, and I’d have still been so attracted to her that it wouldphysically ache me when we weren’t in contact, so it never mattered to me. Ididn’t really think about it.I’d gotten home one day, remaining in the same house we’d lived in our secondyear at university for our final year, and I’d heard her crying straight away.I bolted up the stairs with fear and panic as my fuel, almost like hearing hercrying was a shock even though she cried most weeks about something or other.I burst into the bathroom to see her sobbing on top of the toilet seat, wearinga flimsy see-through top and some pink knickers, not even raising her head tolook at me.I knew it wasn’t like the other times. I knew it wasn’t something stupid thatwas making her cry, something that would pass in a few minutes.I approached her hesitantly, and then crouched down ahead of her, placing myhands on her knees and trying to hide how petrified I was.“Are you hurt?” I whispered to her.She shook her head, still refusing to look at me, and then she started cryingeven more.I was grateful to know she wasn’t in any physical pain, but also the thought ofthe reason behind her tears being a mental pain made me just as uneasy. I justwanted to wrap her in my arms, keep her close to me forever, protect her fromanything and everything. The pain she was feeling may not have been physical,but the pain I was feeling thanks to the sight ahead of me most certainly was.“What’s wrong?” I asked her. “What happened?”“You’re going to hate me.” She blubbered.“I will not hate you!” I scalded.“You will.” She was shaking furiously. “You’ll hate me and you’ll leave me.”I furrowed my brows, my breathing coming out a little quicker as I began tostruggle hiding my true emotions. I was worried, desperately worried. I hadbeen anyway, but then my mind started running wild with ideas.There were only a select few things she could have done that would make me wantto leave her, and the thought made me feel absolutely sick.“Tell me.” I whispered, my shaking beginning to match hers.Without another word, she reached behind herself, grabbing three white sticks,and passing me one over.It took me a second to process what it was, to process the two little pinklines I was looking at.My chest was heaving by the time I looked back up to her, still feelingimpossibly numb.She passed me the second stick.Exactly the same.She passed me the third stick.Once again, two pink lines.I’m not sure I was breathing. For a while, I felt nothing. No anger, or fear, regretor worry. I was completely void of everything as I glanced back up to her,seeing the way she covered her face, like she was ashamed.Then I realised all I wanted to do was tell her I loved her.“I don’t want to get an abortion.” She wept, placing her heels on the edge ofthe toilet seat and tucking her knees against her chest.“Then don’t.” I gasped, before I’d even truly realised what I was saying.She shot her head so that her eyes could glance at me over her knees, her shockwidening them.I glared right back at her like the most confident man in the world.“I have to, Harry.” She gulped.“No you don’t!” I shook my head. “I won’t let you!”“You won’t let me?” She scowled.“I don’t mean it like that, Pip. But you don’t want one, do you?”Of course she didn’t want one. For as long as she could remember, she hadwanted a child, she had wanted a family.I guess she just didn’t want it to happen that way. A lot had changed for Pippawhen it came to the way she viewed families, but she had still been expectingher ideal.She wasn’t going to get it, and that hurt her.“It doesn’t matter if I want to or not, Harry! I have to!” She argued. “I… Ican’t do this like this. I have an interview for a photography company nextweek. I… I-I’m too young! I’m not married! I’m not-”“I KNOW YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THAT BULLSHIT!” I cried. “This… This is ourchild, Pippa.”It was only then that she voiced her one true concern. It was only then thatshe said the one thing that was really making her feel like she had to get anabortion.“You… You can’t possibly want this. It… It will ruin your life.”It wasn’t her ideal, that much I knew. But I also knew that she would havealready been in love with the life inside her. She would have been in love thesecond she saw those two pink lines. Maybe she didn’t know it at that point,because nothing had worked out in the way she had envisioned it, but I knew.I also knew how I felt.I moved closer to her still, gripping my fingers around her ankles and pullingthem down to the floor so I could look at her face properly, desperate for herto hear my words.“I want this, Pippa. More than I’ll ever be able to explain. I want this withyou! I always knew I’d have it with you, so why not now?” I was trembling, butI was firm. “It will not ruin my fucking life. It… It will make my life better.I want this so much… and… and I know it’s hard to see it now… I know you’rescared and it’s not perfect, but you want this too. So, I can’t let you dosomething you’ll regret when… Fuck. Please don’t take this from me, Pip. Don’ttake this from us. I want this. I really, reallywant this.”She had calmed, eventually, and told me she would sleep on it.Told me she would think about it.We never mentioned it again. Suddenly, even the thought of an abortion wascompletely forgotten, and the fact that we were going to have our first childwas just accepted. Naturally.I guess that’s why it took me a while to look at her and really take in thatshe was a mother. The mother of mychild. Our child.Seeing her on graduation day, still a little shy and withdrawn, was the firsttime I realised I was father.And I was so excited.“Big couple of days for you two!” Zayn said.“Huh?” I gasped, alarmed, like he somehow knew more than I thought he did. Wehadn’t told anyone quite yet.“Graduating and moving into your new house in the next day? That’s huge! Areyou nervous?”I looked back to her, trying my very best to ignore that the smile on her facelooked plastered, fake. I couldn’t believe that of the two of us, it was me whohad come round to the idea of having a child first. I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to make her feel better, but at least Iknew I would always be there to try.“More excited than nervous.” I swallowed.“That’s good.” He took the final drag of his cigarette before he threw it onthe floor, stomping it out.I watched as Louis ran over to her, wrapping her into a tight hug before shecould argue against his affections.She wasn’t coping too well being around Louis that day. Every time he was evenin her vision, she usually started crying. For his final piece for his degree,Louis had merely submitted the scribbles of stories we’d made about Mike. Hisquotes, his anecdotes, even writing his list of alcohol and what affect it hadon him, a story we’d all heard one too many times. Which drinks made him happy,which made him numb, and which made him sad.The pages were crinkled and covered in different styles of writing, Graceslipstick pressed into one of the pages, everyone having contributed to his art.It was overwhelming, looking at the final piece Louis, and all of us, hadproduced.He ended up getting a first.Understandably, Pippa was very emotional about it.“Is Louis trying to kill her?” I scowled.“No, man. He’s trying to spend time with his mate.”“He keeps making her cry.”“She always cries.”“Yeah but-”“Harry, she’ll survive.” He groaned. “You know full well how annoyed she’d beif she looked back on today and realised she avoided Louis for the entirety ofit.”I wanted so badly to explain to Zayn that I was just trying my damn best forher to be filled with positivity, because suddenly Pippa was having to askherself questions that she never had before. Suddenly she was worrying abouther finances, and not just about fucking student loans and if she’d have enoughmoney to go to Thimble at the weekend, but worrying about if she could evenafford to support the life inside her. She was worrying about if she’d lose herjob with the photography company when she told them that they’d actuallyemployed a pregnant 21 year old.She was worried and she was scared and she was unsure, and all I wanted to dowas inject her with happiness, to make sure the feeling was pumping through herveins, through her very being. Any slight feeling of distress that could beavoided needed to be avoided.Zayn probably just thought that a part of me still got jealous, a part of mestill thought Louis felt something towards her, but that wasn’t the case. Ijust wanted her to be happy.When Louis withdrew, I noticed she was sobbing.“For fuck sake.” I literally kicked the floor.“You’re ridiculous.” Zayn complained.“I’m going over!”“Harry, she’s fine!”I flipped him off over my shoulder as I marched towards the two of them,wondering how the hell I could break this little interaction up without causinga scene.I never figured out how.“Louis, back off!” I demanded as soon as I reached them.“What?” He cried.“Harry, it’s fine!” Pippa attempted.“You know you keep making her cry, so what the fuck is your problem?”“Harry, you’re fucking pathetic sometimes, do you know that?” Louis spat at me.“Congratulations, Pippa.”He was shaking his head as he walked away from the two of us, and I just glaredat the back of his head as he went, feeling like I’d done the noble thing, butPippa was just about to prove that she didn’t fully agree.“What the hell was that?” She groaned, sulking even more.“He was upsetting you, Pip-Squeak. I-”“He wasn’t upsetting me, Harry. I’m just overwhelmed.”“I’m only trying to help.”“I know that, Harry. Fuck, I know.” She started playing with the buttons on myshirt, pulling herself closer to me. “I just… I want to things to feel normal.”I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t at a normal stage in her life. I wanted topoint out that she wasn’t going to feel normal that day, no matter what. We hadofficially finished university, we were moving into our own house and gettingjobs. On our graduation day, we didn’t have any normality. We were floatingbetween one stage of our lives and the next.I just didn’t have the heart to point that out to her.Because she knew, she just wanted to ignore it.“I just hate seeing you this upset.” I swallowed.“I’m fine, Harry. I’m fine.”“Promise me?”“I promise. As long as you don’t shout at anyone else today.”“As long as no one else makes you cry today.” I stuck my bottom lip out,playing with her hair.“Harry, I will be crying all day.” She giggled. “Just get used to it.”Her giggle was a sound I was addicted to, one I wanted to irrupt in herconstantly. That’s why I always tried to make her laugh, always suggestedhaving sex anywhere other than the bedroom because she would always so no andshe would always giggle, that beautiful little noise piercing through myatmosphere.I was still so in love with her.That was never going to change.Fuck.She held her arms open, waiting for me to hug her tenderly, but with a massivegrin on my face, I hooked my arms around her body, lifting her from the flooras she squealed happily into my ear, her grip around me tightening so much it’slike she thought that if she fell the short distance she’d hurt herself. Notthat I would ever let that happen, and she must have known that.I nuzzled my lips to her neck whilst she was there, making her writhe andgiggle and squeak even more and I was so obsessed with her my stomach couldn’ttake the feelings she forced upon it.“Oh bollocks.” She gasped, stopping her chuckles abruptly.“What?” I turned my head to see the side of her face.“My mum and dad are talking to your dads and Ben is crying.”“Why do I have so many overly emotional people in my life?” I baffled.“If my lip reading skills are correct, he said, I’m just so proud!”“He’s been crying for the past week.” I snickered.“I missed you this week.” She brought her head back round so her lips couldmeet mine.It wasn’t often that me and Pippa had to go any length of time without eachother, and it had been like that for almost three years. Any time apart fromher felt like damn lifetime, and we’d just gone a week without seeing eachother, and I hadn’t enjoyed it at all. We had spoken constantly, but not havingher within my reach was my least favourite thing. I always wanted her close, itwas what I was used to and it was what I loved. That week had felt like an era,but reuniting with her had spawned a flurry of butterflies in my stomach thatwere so giddy over her company, that it almost felt worth it. They werebouncing around in there with glee as their driving force, and she was the onlyperson who could create them. Every giggle and every kiss made them bustlemadly, almost like they were crying out for more of her, desperate for herattention, aching for the happiness that stifled her when I was around.They loved her, and so did I.“I miss you every fucking second I’m not with you.” I gasped to her lips, stillholding her off the ground. “How’ve you been feeling?”“I’m okay.”Her voice was too timid, the lie she’d attempted not working quite as well asshe hoped it would.I kissed her plump little lips again, just briefly.“Pip?” My tone was dead.“I…” Gently, I lowered her to the floor, hoping to inspire a full sentence fromher. “I still feel a little dazed, really. I still… I can’t believe it’shappening.”I thought back to the early days with her, recalling the joyous feeling ofgetting to know her, getting to know everything that made her tick, littlefacts that made her the incredible women she was, and I remembered a story shehad told me. Something she wanted from her life.I needed to remind her.“You once told me,” I began. “About a dream of yours, something you reallywanted. About Christmas time. You remember?”“I don’t-”“You told me about… the thought of the year when your child is old enough tounderstand it… The first year your child is old enough to be excited for it.You told me you wanted to be able to get up in the middle of the night with…with your husband, to get all their presents ready whilst they slept. You toldme how much you were looking forward to it. How happy it would make you. Youremember, don’t you?”“Yes.” She whispered.“I know I’m not your husband, but… have you realised that we’re going to have that? Me and you? We’re going to get to dothat. Doesn’t that amaze you? Fuck, Pip, it’s all I want. You’re all I want.You and this and us. This family.It’s everything to me. I just… I’m waiting for you to feel the same way,because you’re getting everything you wanted, even sooner.” I chuckled, nipping at her flustered cheek. “It’s going tobe amazing, Pip-Squeak. We’re going to be amazing.”I should have known what I’d said would make her cry, but I still felt a few ofthose butterflies die in my stomach as soon as a tear slipped from her lefteye. I wiped it away as quickly as I could, trying to gage her smile and ignoreher gentle weeping.“Why are you so nice to me?” She sighed, closing her heavy eyes.“I’m just trying to be the person you deserve.” I swallowed.She scrunched her face and shook her head, still baffled that I felt like Iwasn’t worthy of her love. But Pippa would never see herself under the shininglight that I did. Pippa was always making a conscious effort to better herself,to become a stronger person, and seeing her do that so wonderfully during theinitial stages of her parents’ divorce had inspired me to do the same thing.She had made me want to work on myself and be a better person.I’d still be the emotionless prick I was in our first few months at uni withouther influence.“You always have been.” She spoke to the floor, shy, withdrawn, scared,beautiful.