#james x noah

[gnnosis]

colin hughes, you would LOVE schitt’s creek

(x)

[that-glitter-chick]

If the actors themselves ship their characters, who am I to argue? Headcannon accepted!

It has been confirmed that every single one of these gentlemen sail their ships!!! And bless them all for it 🥰⭐️♥️

[doyelikehaggis]

Gleescendants

So, I saw @hevanderson ‘s take on a Glee x Descendants crossover, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it until I made my own version (with a few ideas pinched from their post, because some of them were just too good to change, so I’ve marked those ones with stars!)

• Rachel Berry (Daughter of Tinker Bell)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Never Land) / Species: Half-Fairy / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Pixie Dust Flight

• Finn Hudson (Son of Ariel and Eric)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Westerley, Eric’s Castle) / Species: Half Mer-Man / Royal Status: Prince (heir to the throne) / Abilities: Mermaid Physiology, Tourney

• Kurt Hummel (Son of Cruella De Vil)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (Hell Hall) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilites: Sewing, Tailoring, Fencing, Fashion Design

• Quinn Fabray (Daughter of Anna and Kristoff)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Arendelle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Princess (heir to the throne) / Abilities: Magic, Cryokinesis, Cheerleading

• Santana Lopez (Adopted daughter of Dr Facilier)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (Dr Facilier’s Voodoo Emporium) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Voodoo, Sleight of Hand, Fortune Telling, Cheerleading

• Sam Evans (Son of Mr Smee) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost (“The Lost Revenge ship) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Sailing, Tourney

• Blaine Anderson (Son of Snow White)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Charmington) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Prince (Second in line to the throne) / Abilities: Zoolingualism, Boxing, Cheerleading

• Brittany Pierce (Daughter of Merlin)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Camelot Heights, Camelot Castle) / Species: Witch / Royal Status: Future advisor to the Monarch of Camelot / Abilities: Magic, Soothsaying, Metamorphosis, Cheerleading

• Tina Cohen-Chang (Daughter of the Mad Hatter)

Raised in/on: Wonderland (Queen of Hearts’ Castle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Hat-Making, Fashion Design, Riddles

• Mike Chang (Son of Mulan and Li Shang)

Raised in/on: Auradon (Northen Wei) / Species: Human / Royal Status: None (Supposed to be joining the Imperial Army/become General) / Abilities: Dancing, Martial Arts, Horse Riding, Expert Swordsmanship, Archery

• Artie Abrams (Son of Belle and Adam) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon (Auradon Central, Beast Castle) / Species: Part-Beast / Royal Status: Prince (Heir to the throne) / Abilities: Beast Form

• Mercedes Jones (Daughter of Hercules and Megara) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon (Olympus) / Species: Part God / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Demigod Physiology

• Noah “Puck” Puckerman (Son of Hades)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Demigod / Royal Status: Prince of the Underworld / Abilities: Pyrokinesis

• Marley Rose (Daughter of Fairy Godmother) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Auradon / Species: Part Fairy / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Magic, Pixie Dust Flight

• Jake Puckerman (Son of Hades)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Demigod / Royal Status: Prince of the Underworld / Abilities: Pyrokinesis

• Unique Adams (Daughter of the Queen of Hearts)

Raised in/on: Wonderland (Queen of Hearts’ Castle) / Species: Human / Royal Status: Princess (Heir to the throne) / Abilities: Chess

• Kitty Wilde (Daughter of the Cheshire Cat)

Raised in/on: Wonderland / Species: Part Feline / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Feline Physiology, Cheerleading, Invisibility, Teleportation, Manipulation

• Sebastian Smythe (Son of Hans) ⭐️

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: Prince / Abilities: Lacrosse, Manipulation

• Sugar Motta (Daughter of Gaston and one of the Bimbettes)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: None

• Dave Karofsky (Son of Madam Mim)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Warlock / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Dark Magic, Tourney

• Jesse St. James (Son of Hook)

Raised in/on: Isle of the Lost / Species: Human / Royal Status: None / Abilities: Swordsmanship, Swimming

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Andrew | In-Laws To Be | Romantic

Your sweet and shy nature keeps you from wearing your heart on your sleeve. Your older sister Eden decides to help you out a little.

Requested by Louisa

There is a certain nip in the winter air that doesn’t often occur in the usually warm lands of Judea, so you make sure to dig out the woollen cloak from your wardrobe before heading out to the market in order to prepare for Shabbat. Armed with a large bag that fits around your shoulder as well as Eden’s lengthy shopping list, you make your way to the business of Capernaum, where dozens of people are traversing the wares on display, merchants yelling their prices and discounts alike. 

You hug your cloak a little tighter around your shoulders as you walk past the stalls, making sure to only purchase the items Eden had requested no matter how tempting some of the sweeter goods seem to be, even if they are practically calling out your name. You eye a specific box of honey buns as you browse the baker’s wares, and it must have been so obvious that you were eyeing them that the merchant oddly frowns at you when you only ask for some yeast and flour. 

Up next are the wine skins — three of them this time, due to the size of the company — which proves less difficult to resist. The leather containers of wine still prove quite the weight inside your bag. Perhaps you should have waited to get these for last, but the woman behind the stall has already pocketed your money.

Afterwards, you find the stand selling fish. Ever since Simon and Andrew left the fishing industry to pursue the Messiah instead, you have been actually having to buy it from other merchants instead of getting a few of them for free, fresh from the Sea of Galilee after a good night on the water. Not that you mind it. You’d gladly buy all the fish in the world with your own money now that they are followers of Jesus Himself. 

Your mind lingers on Andrew for a bit and you can’t help a smile from forming over your lips. He’s going to attend the celebration as well and frankly, you can hardly wait to see him. Whereas you’d often see the younger sibling of your brother-in-law every other day when they were still fishermen, you now consider yourself lucky if you get to briefly pass by him about four, five times a month. To your relief, you still have your sister Eden to keep your mind occupied with your other duties. Keeping yourself busy by helping her out around the house and making a living out of sewing clothes, you remain as productive as you can be.

It feels almost inappropriate to want to doll up a little for tonight. You are positively thrilled to get to speak to Andrew again, your tummy already swirling with butterflies at the notion. For a moment, you picture yourself more confident than you are, wearing something nicer than usual, making Andrew do a double take… Not that you expect him to. Whereas Eden is more easy-going, you’re usually the more quiet type, hanging around in the background. It is a miracle if you even dare to say a few words to the curly-haired man in question. And honestly, perhaps that Shabbat itself is not the best moment to try and impress someone. 

“—Did you hear what I said, miss?” 

The merchant behind the fish stall pulls you from your own mind by giving you a strange look. You rapidly blink and clear your throat. “Uh, I’m sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment.” 

The woman huffs. “I asked if I could help you with something. You’ve been staring at my fish for a good minute now.”  

You flush a little. “Ah. Yes, I… Uh, I’d like some… Some tilapia.” 

“How much?” 

You count in your head and on your fingers for a moment. “Seven… Seven will work.” 

The merchant packs up your order whilst you get the right amount of money from your satchel. It concludes your shopping trip as you tuck the fish into your bag. “Shabbat shalom.” you tell her, and she nods, forcing a smile on her lips. “Shabbat shalom.” 

Knowing Capernaum like the back of your hand — you’ve grown up in the village after all — you head back to the house of Simon and Eden, where your older sister is waiting for you to arrive with all the fresh produce she had asked you to bring. You step over the threshold to find Eden laying the table, the vegetables already cut and drizzled with lemon to keep them fresh. She smiles and brushes over quickly to help you out with the heavy bag. 

“Ah, (Y/n), you’re the best!” You hand her the satchel of money you had received from her and she puts it aside. You instantly start rummaging around your recently acquired groceries to take out the fish lest they start leaking liquid — you’ve learnt that the hard way — as well as the wine for your sister to put into a cool room. 

“Let me prepare the fish,” Eden suggests, knowing that you aren’t necessarily fond of the slippery task of cleaning them and removing the bones. Being a fisherman’s wife, your older sister has become quite skilled at turning them into tasty fillets, so you don’t complain when you are thus presented with the job to prepare the bread dough instead. 

Your challah is often favoured whenever you’re around at Shabbat dinners. Eden says you’ve got magic hands which causes the dough to proof to perfection, but you are personally more convinced it’s the little dash of cinnamon you sneak into there for a hint of sweetness; the spice itself is far from sweet but it still works, somehow. You know the recipe by heart, adding the right amounts of water and flour to the countertop to knead together into a stretchy mass between your hands. With a little oil, a pinch of salt as well as a bit of yeast, the dough is done for its first rising process by the time Eden has cleaned the third fish.

Upon cleaning your hands and covering the bread dough, you assist Eden by grilling the fish for her over the fire in her kitchen. Under the pleasant smell of fresh food, you have a moment to yourselves before the business of the evening begins.

“So, who will be joining us again?” you ask your sister, who looks at you for a second before turning back to her fourth fish to prepare. 

“Simon, of course, and Jesus, Mary, Thaddeus and Andrew.” On the last name, you barely manage to keep your face under control, feeling your face heat up. Still, you manage to not let Eden catch you blushing. You flip the fish being heated on the stone one last time before checking on your bread, finding that it needs a little more time to rise.

“You know,” Eden pipes up all of a sudden, as if it is written all over your face, “You are still unmarried.” 

Your eyes widen as you clear your throat. “That’s correct, thank you for the reminder.” 

Eden breathes something akin to amusement. “That’s not what I tried to say. What I mean is that I’m curious to see if there is anyone of Jesus’ followers whom you’d like as a potential future husband.”

Had she seen you flush anyways? Your heart rears inside your chest as you feel like a child caught doing something they weren’t allowed to. The expression on your face is so mortified that your sister gives you a reassuring look and exhales.

“There’s no rush, really. But I mean, we’ve met a lot of nice bachelors whom I wouldn’t mind as my brother-in-law. Take Thaddeus, for example, he’s really sweet. I think Little James would also be a good match for you, since you both have a soft and gentle nature.” 

Your throat runs dry — she hasn’t realised that you’d rather be with someone who is already her brother in law — and you take moment to collect your thoughts. “Thad or Little James?” you squeak, thrown off-guard by her sudden suggestions. Eden nods, smiling softly at your shy response. “I… I don’t know, Eden. Sure, they’re sweet and all, but I’m not sure if they’d be meant for me.” 

“Well, then I’m not really sure who would be a good fit for you.” 

You avert your gaze, feeling a little embarrassed that the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind. Is she right? Would Andrew not be a good match? 

“Maybe Philip?” she then recommends, “Yeah, he’s a Godly man, too. Someone who would be really gentle for you. He is the kind of man you’d like to come home to, I’m sure.” 

“Look, Eden, I…” You let out a slightly antsy sound, “I just don’t think that… That Philip would like me in that way, and honestly I wouldn’t really care, because as kind and wise as he may be, I just see him as a very dear friend.” 

Eden hums and gives you a curious look. “There is something on your mind.” she states. “I can see it in your eyes. Do you have a suggestion for any eligible bachelors around, (Y/n)? Do you have your eye on someone? Oh no, don’t think I don’t see that blush!” You gasp and quickly pad your cheeks to feel them hot to the touch, “You’ve got a crush, don’t you?” 

Letting out a shaky breath of defeat, you give the fish one last flip before they are all ready to go. 

“Come on, who is it? You’re my sister, you can tell me!” 

She almost girlishly grabs your arm, urging you on to reveal your secret. 

You laugh lightly, a little shyly, tucking some loose hair back under your veil. “I don’t think I should, I know he wouldn’t feel the same, and—” 

“Please, (Y/n), maybe I can help! And I’m sure Simon and Andrew can put in a good word for you.” 

Your face twists into uncertainty. “Well, look… That might be kind of the issue.” 

Eden frowns a bit. “What do you mean?” 

“Ah… The person I would potentially really like as my husband is… Hm…” you hardly dare to let the name cross your lips, knowing that she’d be the first one to ever know about your longtime crush on the curly-haired fisherman in question, “…Andrew.” 

Her mouth falls open as she gawks at you, nearly dropping her knife to the ground. Eden puts it on the counter quickly and steps closer to you. “Really? Andrew? Are you serious, (Y/n)?” You nod and she lets out a breath of disbelief. “For how long? I never knew that you—” 

“—Ever since our early teens.” 

The revelation hits her hard as she puts a hand on her chest, letting out a small laugh of slight shock. “How did I never… Never find out that you… For so long? And you never even considered telling me? Or asking me about it? I could have gotten Simon to urge him in your direction, you know, I could have helped out and—” 

“—Its’ fine, Eden.” you whisper, “It’s alright. I… I’ve been in love with him for quite some time, and if he felt the same I feel like he would have asked by now.” 

“(Y/n)…” Eden reassures, “You shouldn’t doubt yourself so much. You see, I bet that Andrew would be thrilled to know that a woman as sweet and kind as you is into him. I think you and him would be a very good match, I just… I didn’t necessarily expect it to happen, you know? I never would have guessed that you were sweet on him, so I never suggested it. After all, we’ve all practically grown up together, have been friends for so long. It’s the same reason I didn’t suggest John, by the way. It just didn’t cross my mind in the first place.”

“Well, you were acquainted with Simon too long before you liked him in that way, no? And yet, you married him.” 

Eden thinks for a moment. “I… Guess there is no arguing that.” she muses. “But would you like a word of advice, (Y/n)?” 

You perk up your head in question. “Yes?” 

“They will be here in a few hours. And… Once they are here, go talk to him. Trust me. Just be yourself, show him you are still that same sweet, kind girl from back in the day and interested to converse with him. If he doesn’t see you for what you are worth, he isn’t deserving of you, anyways.” 

“Talk to him? But I can’t— What could I talk about, then? I’m just going to make a fool of myself, be a stuttering mess, stumble over my words—” 

“—(Y/n). Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are a beautiful, wonderful woman who loves God. You are one of the most honest, genuine people I know. He’d be lucky to have you by his side, and who knows, you might be pleasantly surprised on what he feels for you.” 

You purse your lips, fiddling with your sleeve for a moment as you contemplate her words. 

“Give it some thought, okay? I’m sure that Andrew would love to speak to you more often, and perhaps something beautiful will bloom from it.” 

As you walk over to the counter again to continue on the challah, you ponder the words of your sister. 

“I’ll think about it.” you tell her. 

Eden smiles.  

“Good. You’ve got until tonight.” 

—

The home of Simon and Eden is a little cramped by the time all the invitees have showed up, but it doesn’t deter you nor your sister from serving the guests. You’ve been nervous ever since Andrew has crossed the threshold. In the end, you had decided to just wear what you were already wearing, not fond on drawing attention to yourself to begin with. 

You place a cup of wine in front of Jesus, Who kindly smiles at you. “Thank you, (Y/n). Are you alright? You look a little flushed.” 

Since you don’t want to lie to Jesus, you leave the answer in the middle. “I’ll be fine.” you mutter, which isn’t entirely untrue. Regardless of how the evening goes, you will be just that— fine. Your gaze flickers to the curly-haired former fisherman currently in conversation with Thaddeus. Jesus hums as He follows your eyes, smiling a little. 

“You know, I didn’t take that other seat next to Andrew for a reason. Eden was very adamant about it.” 

You gulp — look back at Eden, who is speaking to Simon at the kitchen counter — then back at Jesus.

“Do you know what she means by that?” You are fully aware that Jesus knows exactly what this is about.

“I… Have an inkling.” 

“An inkling?” Jesus smirks and nods towards the empty seat. “Go. Eden will take over the hosting duties for a moment, and if she needs an extra pair of hands, she knows where to find Me.” 

Who are you to say no to Jesus’ instructions? Eden likely told Him on purpose. You find her gaze across the table whilst you take off your apron, and she winks. As you sit down next to Andrew with bucking knees, he looks up with a kind, almost surprised smile.

“Oh, shalom (Y/n)! How nice to see you again. I have to compliment you on your challah once again. I know I keep saying it, but wow, you never cease to amaze me.” Andrew’s eyes widen as he sees the blush on your face, then realises how he worded his praise, “I—I mean with your bread— Of—Of course you are a great person, too. I— I think— I think you’re great.” 

You smile softly at him, butterflies raging around in your stomach as you gaze upon his genuine expression. “Thank you for your sweet words, Andrew.” 

He gives you an almost giddy look before he snaps out of it, clearing his throat.

“Would you like a drink? Bread? Grapes?” 

“Please.” you softly murmur. He gives you a sweet look.

As he reaches for said items of food scattered around the table, Simon leans towards his wife, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s up with them, huh?” 

“They’re totally into each other.” Eden whispers back. 

Simon nearly chokes on his own saliva. “What? (Y/n) is into Andrew? How is it, that I only find this out now? Did you know about this? For how long has this been going on?” 

“I found out this afternoon while we were preparing Shabbat dinner. It turns out that she has managed to keep her feelings hidden for over a decade.” 

“Over a decade? Are you telling me that I could have been saved from Andrew talking my ear off by pining over her constantly for a whole decade? (Y/n) this, (Y/n) that… I mean, I wouldn’t mind her as my sister-in-law, she’s a very nice person and I think they’d be a good match. But he could have been with her all this time and still he decided to constantly speak to me about it.” 

Eden hums and raises an eyebrow at him, turning to the counter to get the guests a refill of wine. 

“She’s already you sister-in-law, Simon.” she reminds him.

Simon frowns at that, thinking for a moment before his face falls into realisation. “Oh, yeah, that’s true… Anyways, let’s hope and pray that they will finally set things in motion now. It’s been ten long years overdue.” 

“I hope so, too.” Eden replies.

She smiles, pivots to the dinner table with a certain flair, and momentarily meets Jesus’ gaze. He nods towards you and Andrew, then winks at her. She returns it before tending to her guests again.

[postnuclearel]

HELLO!

My name is El, I'll take any pronouns. This is basically a list of my interests and stuff I like so that I can pin it in case anyone is interested. I'm neurodivergent and usually my hyper fixations swing between these every couple of months

Marauders Era HP

Dead Poets Society

Good Omens

Peaky Blinders

Formula One

Doctor Who

Crime Dramas (LINE OF DUTY AND VERA ESPECIALLY!!!)

I love reading, especially classics, actions and anything well written with a sad ending.

I love poetry and Emily Dickinson is my fav poet

I collect records!

Pasta is my favourite food ever ever ever (I eat it so much I genuinely think I have a condition)

I write fanfiction sometimes (whenever I have motivation and I'm not too busy)

60s/70s music (The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, The Velvet Underground) I honestly just have a massively diverse music taste there's no way to pin it down, like it goes from Lana Del Rey to Adam and the Ants to the Smiths to TV Girl and I have a playlist with 768 songs on that I shuffle whenever I want to listen to music. - Boy Genius & especially Phoebe Bridgers - Hozier (I'm seeing him live in June and Lord Huron!) - I'm the biggest Billy Joel fan to ever exist - Taylor Swift (The music and not the person - I don't support some of the things she's done)

Thank you for reading <3

[rabctrl]

btw today im missing the "everywhere, everything" jegulus edit

[lookingforsneha]

Grant Chapman is so "all my love" by Noah Kahan

[shipping-world1994]

Teen Wolf couples costumes:

Sterek: Captain Hook and Emma Swan

Petopher: Luke and Mando

Jaeden: Rumbelle

Allydia: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy

Danny and Isaac: Malec

Scott and Avery: Will and Jack Sparrow

Michael and Martha May: Evil Queen and Robin Hood

Jackson and Ethan: BatCat

Cora and Aiden: Ariel and Eric

Malia and Kira: Alice and The Mad Hatter

Jordan and Laura: Johnny and Baby

Talia and James: Han Solo and Leia

Noah and Kali: Snow White and Prince Charming

[saturnville]

naked.

pairing: luke james inspired male oc x black fem reader. warning: 18+ sensuality + imagery. inspiration: naked by marques houston (luke james cover).

note: if u saw tank’s tiny desk concert, then u saw luke’s brief rendition of “naked” by marques houston. i need a full cover.

The lights were lost in the darkness of the night. A candle in the entryway acted as the sole indicator of light. He didn’t need it—he easily found his way around her body with his calloused fingertips and soft lips.

Though her silhouette was the sole object illuminated by the candlelight, he saw a small glimpse of her eyes. Pools of melted chocolate with boats of honey, drifting down streams of vanilla cream.

Then her lips. Marshmallow lips coated in sweet sugar.

His curious hands touched, rubbed, and caressed every inch of her physique. They landed on the sweetness between her thighs. Sticky fingers dipped in chocolate syrup—delicious against awaiting tastebuds.

Her lips fell ajar as he toyed with the place she craved him the most. His tongue traced her chest. Candy mounds on a plate of hot caramel.

Down her canvas he descended until he was met met by her plush thighs. He nudged them open softly. Golden-wrapped riches guarded by the lips of an edible treasure chest.

Devilishly sweet.

[achillyscomedown]

𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 / 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 / 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 / ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 / ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 / 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 / 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 / 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 / ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 / 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ / 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 / 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔? / ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝? / 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 / 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 / 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 / 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨��𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 / 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 / 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡

[kaitlinj16]

Noah & Allie 💘

The Notebook (2004)

[siriusly-parker]

ok…ig i’m gonna be the one to say it. but i NEED more ronald gladden content. or at least more jury duty. gimme fics. the reader can be an actor, the one non-actor. idk. idc. i just need more 😭😭 i’m in love with my boy ron and i think we should acknowledge that and write for him. (or even just platonic! jury duty cast x reader, like cute interactions) the concept is just too good fr.

[poolpvrty]

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.

The Notebook with James & Mary!

[epicfailure39]

James “I even gave up driving after nightfall” Potter

and,

Regulus “I got tired of the frat boys with their brights on” Black

(Modern day college au?)

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Andrew | Me And You Equals Love | Romantic

Parenthood is a gift Andrew never expected to receive. 

Requested by Heather

TW: Description of throwing up

A soft melody drifts through the air as Eden walks through the streets of Capernaum with a certain spring in her step, her home-baked honey rolls wrapped nice and tight inside the bag around her arm. Mornings like these are always something she looks forward to: spending time with the other women of the village whenever the men are away on their ministry trips. She knows she will arrive at the place of Andrew and you earlier than you had originally agreed upon, but she knows that you wouldn’t mind it. 

She rounds the corner, beelining straight for your home. However, the moment she sees the door askew, she halts in her step, accidentally kicking a pebble into the house through the gap. A worried frown creases her brow as she slides the bag off her shoulder, carefully crossing the threshold. There are no signs of a break-in visible on the doorframe.

“(Y/n)?” she calls out, but no answer comes. She places her belongings on the kitchen table and heads on further into the house. It’s unlike you to stay in bed until this hour, so she is certain she won’t find you in the bedroom— 

—She finds you there anyways, but already in a state of half-dress, sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over. There is a certain tension in your shoulders that has her gasp in shock, only fuelled when Eden hears you wretch. 

Without knocking, she rushes into the room. “(Y/n)!” 

You startle but can’t turn to face her, your head above a bucket as you hurl the insides of your stomach into it. “Are you okay?!” 

Your eyes find hers as she comes to stand in front of you, crouching down quickly to hold the container for you. Judging by the amount of liquid present, it’s clear that you’ve been throwing up for a while. A slender hand feels your forehead. “What’s going on, are you sick?” 

Letting out a shaky breath, you shake your head, spitting into the bucket once before wiping your mouth on a rag. “No, no…” you hoarsely whisper, “Don’t you worry about me.” 

Eden gives you a serious look, her brow furrowed in the way she does whenever she’s cross with Simon. “You need to be frank with me, (Y/n). For how long has this been going on?” 

“Ah, a few weeks.” you admit.

Her eyes widen. “A few weeks? And you’re just telling me this now?” 

You swallow hard. “I’m not telling you anything. You walked in on me.” 

“So you just wanted to keep it hidden?” She feels your forehead again. “Have you been eating well? You look so pale…” 

You swat away her hand and sigh, trying to keep down your nausea. “I said: I’ll be fine.” 

Eden huffs and sits down next to you. “You don’t look alright. Let’s go see a physician. We need to be sure that nothing bad is going on with you.” 

“There is nothing wrong with me, Eden, I’ve already—” 

“—Come on, we can head that way and be back before the others—” 

“Eden.” you cut her off, a tired smile spreading over your lips. “Thank you for the concern, but there is no need to visit the doctor. I already went to see him.” 

Her lips form an ‘o’ as she looks at you for a moment. “Oh… And?” 

Your lip curls a bit higher. “He says I’m expecting.” 

“Exp—” her eyes widen in shock, “Expecting?!” She wraps her hands over her mouth as she lets out an excited noise. “You are pregnant? You are going to have a baby?” 

You chuckle and nod. “Yes! I’ve ah….I haven’t bled for about three months now, and—” 

Without warning, you gag again, another wave of unannounced nausea ripping through you.

“Oh, dear. Let me help.” Eden quickly sets out to get you some water as well as a clean rag. “Just let it all out. All part of the process.” 

She rubs gentle circles over your back until you’re done for the time being. Out of breath, you let out a quivering sigh. 

“Ah, I hope that the morning sickness will be over soon. The physician said it should be better in a few months, but he warned me about other symptoms, too.” 

“From what I’ve gathered, pregnancy isn’t exactly all fun and games.” Eden murmurs almost apologetically, “But you don’t have to do it on your own. I will be here for you, and so will Andrew.” 

You give a small albeit tired smile. With a shaky hand, you grab your cup of water to rinse out the putrid taste of throw-up from your mouth and sigh. “The day hasn’t even properly started yet and I’m already exhausted.” 

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, (Y/n).” Eden murmurs, “I’ll make you a light breakfast if you think you can stomach it. The other women will be here in a bit. You freshen up and get comfortable and we’ll do whatever you feel like doing. If that means we can’t go to the market, then that’s fine, too.” 

“I’ll have to tell them.” you suddenly realise, and tears well up behind your eyes without warning. “They will guess it easily otherwise.”

Eden’s brow furrows as she suddenly sees the sorrow on your face.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” 

You can’t keep the tears from rolling down your face. You sniffle. 

“I just— I had hoped I’d be able to share the news with Andrew first. And now… Don’t— Don’t get me wrong, Eden, I truly appreciate you coming here to check up on me as well as be worried about my wellbeing, but… I had hoped so much that he and I would be the first two people to know. That the baby would be our little secret for a while, that we—” 

You choke on a sob and put a hand over your mouth. Eden puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “That’s alright… That’s okay. Just… What if we cancelled today, hm? I could say that you’re feeling unwell, which wouldn’t be a lie, and that you’d rather spend the day at home? We could reschedule  the get-together once you feel better again.” 

Biting your bottom lip, you ponder the suggestion for a few moments. “But… I’ve been looking forward to this so much, and I’m sure the others have, too. I don’t want to be the one to ruin it all—” 

“—You are not ruining anything, (Y/n).” Eden reassures you. “You have other things to worry about now. Like… Figuring out in what fun and creative way you are going to tell Andrew about it once he gets back.” 

The sudden image of his gleeful face flashing inside your mind brings a sense of relief and happiness over you. The idea that he’d be delighted to hear the news makes your heart pleasantly stutter inside your chest. You know he’d be thrilled about it all, can vividly imagine him beaming with joy. 

Slowly standing up, you take a moment to regain you balance, holding the bucket inside your hands. “I’m going to clean this up and then take a bath. If… If it wouldn’t be too much effort and too much of a disappointment, would you please take the liberty of sending the others away once they show up? Give them my deepest apologies.” 

“I will tell them that you’re a bit sick and that the plans will have to be postponed to a later moment,” Eden reassures you, “But I will not apologise to them on your behalf. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Okay?” 

You sigh. “Okay. Thank you.” you whisper before heading into the bathroom, stripping out of your nightgown in order to get everything cleaned up nicely. Grateful that you’ve got such an amazing sister-in-law, you start going about your day, your mind running rampant with ways to tell your husband about the joyous news. 

___

Suffering through weeks of morning sickness and lonely nights, you are drained by the time the news reaches you that the Disciples of Jesus have started to trickle back into town slowly but surely, all in their own time as their ministries are drawing to an end for now. 

Part of you feels a teenage-like thrill at the notion of Andrew returning home to you again and walking through that door to make his presence known to you. He’d be extremely affectionate, you’re sure of it, and he’ll definitely not let you go for the rest of the day. To say that he always misses you whenever you are apart for more than one hour of time would be an understatement, let alone about eight weeks. 

As if by unlucky coincidence, your husband is the last to return back to Capernaum alongside his friend Philip, more stressed than ever. It seems that all the odds have been against them at the Decapolis and that they have left behind quite the mess, teetering on the edge of civil war between the nations residing in the city. Your heart hammers inside your chest as conflicting feelings wash over you the moment Andrew steps into your home, the exhaustion and frustration on his face warring with his delight to see you again. 

“My love...” he simply croaks with a voice that reveals that he needs you now more than ever. You rush over to him to wrap your arms around him in a way that is both comforting and reassuring, that everything will be alright. Andrew immediately embraces you, inhaling your scent deeply, as if it is the last thing keeping him grounded. “…We’ve messed up.” 

“It’s going to be alright.” you whisper inside his ear. There is dirt in his hair and you can smell that he hasn’t bathed in a long while. “Come, let me draw you a bath. You must be exhausted.” 

Andrew doesn’t protest the tug of your hand on his wrist as you guide him towards the bathroom. His gaze momentarily furrows as you pass through the bedroom first, eyes halting at your side of the bed. “What’s with the bucket?” he queries, but you pretend to not hear him. Instead, you turn to him once you step inside the small space where you wash up every day. 

“Here.” you muse, “I will get you a clean set of clothes and start on dinner while you get into something more comfortable, alright?” 

He hums and gives a small nod before you kiss his cheek — Andrew definitely needs to trim his beard a bit — and you allow him some privacy after handing him a clean tunic from his wardrobe. Upon returning to the kitchen, you rest your hands on the counter top and sigh. Your reunion hadn’t been as joyful or romantic as you had imagined. Part of you had hoped he’d lift you up in his arms and give you a little spin for good measure before melting into the kiss you’d been longing to receive from him for weeks now. Perhaps that a bath as well as some good food would put him in a better mood and give you the opportunity to tell him that there was life growing inside of you.

As you prepare the lentil soup he always enjoys so much, your hand starts to absentmindedly circle your tummy. Eden had told you that you had definitely started to show and had to wear more loose-fitting tunics if you wanted it to remain hidden at least until Andrew was back home. Although following her advice, you can’t resist touching your small bump every so often, trying to let the realisation settle in that you are truly with child.

“What is with the bucket?”Andrew suddenly pipes up behind you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. The wooden bucket sits in his hand, nearly making you grimace as you remember how filthy it must be on the inside in spite of your thorough rinses. His gaze drops down to where you’re touching your belly before it goes back up to your face, a frown of question forming on his features. “(Y/n)?” 

You swallow hard as you remove your hand from your stomach, but your husband has seen enough to piece together what is going on. “Oh…” He steps closer, something unreadable glittering in his eyes as you turn to him fully. “…Are you…” 

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you barely dare to look at him. You had imagined this moment going so many ways. You had pictured yourself beaming with joy, squealing the news that you are going to be parents. You had pictured him accidentally finding out upon embracing you and noticing that your tummy wasn’t flat anymore. 

You hadn’t, at all, imagined this, that he’d be gazing at you with worry in his gaze as he held the bucket you had been throwing up in for weeks on end, catching you in the act of absentmindedly caressing your stomach.

The moment you feel a lump start to form in your throat, Andrew lets the bucket fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Darling, are you…” 

“…Pregnant.” you whisper, closing your eyes as you fight your urge to cry. This isn’t the happy reveal you wanted. 

However, before the tears manage to roll down your cheeks, Andrew crosses the distance between you two and pulls you into his arms. You huff as all breath is pushed from your lungs as he embraces you tighter than he did earlier today, his face buried into your neck. He smells of soap and fresh linen. You put the spoon you’d been using to stir the soup onto the counter top and hug him back. 

“My love…” his voice wavers, “That is the best news I’ve received, ever!” There is so much sincerity in his voice that your vision once again blurs but this time around for more positive reasons. “I can barely believe it!” 

You laugh lightly as you inhale his comforting scent, feeling warm and safe in his arms. He pulls away from the hug to cradle your face and have you look up at him. He searches your features as he fondly gazes down, worlds apart from how dejected he had looked the moment he returned home. “You better start believing it is true,” you murmur, “Because I’m very much pregnant.” 

“A gift, a little miracle from the Lord…” Andrew murmurs, putting a hand over your stomach. Now he feels it, too, and he gasps at the sensation of your tummy slightly curving already, an expression of utter contentment spreading over his exhausted face. “Oh, darling. My love, my love…” 

All your previous worries and concerns regarding the perfect way to reveal this news to him fade away like they hadn’t been there in the first place now that his reaction melts your heart. Your husband kisses you sweetly, connecting his mouth to yours, way better than the one you had imagined to be receiving upon his return home, and you smile against his lips as soon as he needs to pull away for air. Both breathless with bliss, you stare at one another as if nothing ever existed but the two — three — of you. 

“I don’t know what to say other than that I love you so much,” Andrew breathes, “And that I’m unequivocally the happiest I’ve ever been, in spite of my other current circumstances. This… This makes everything else fade, my darling. You are everything to me, you know that?” 

A blush spreads over your face as he says these words to you, muttered with such conviction and gentleness behind them that you nearly tear up again — you blame your hormones — and you can’t help but kiss him again, chastely at first until he deepens it. 

“I love you, too.” you breathe after a while of intimately standing there, your heart thrumming with excitement and happiness. “And I can’t wait to have a family with you at last.” Suddenly, the thought of Andrew holding a baby is so vividly wonderful that you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from squealing. You tuck some curls away from his face before squeezing his hands in yours whilst he fondly observes you, affection dripping from every fibre of his being. You doubt you’ve ever seen someone look at another person the way he’s looking at you right now. 

“I can barely wrap my head around this.” Andrew admits, “All I know is that I’ve never felt this way before, and that I can’t wait to meet our baby, either. But first… We need to enjoy the process.” 

You give a playful pout. “You’ve got it easy. You’re not the one suffering from heartburn and morning sickness.” 

“Oh, shush.” Andrew huffs, smiling in a way that he knows you’re right, “You look so beautiful right now, you know that? I can’t wait to see you grow. My wife. My beautiful, wonderful wife. I still can’t believe you married me.”

With pink cheeks, you avert your gaze, causing Andrew to cup your face in his hands and meet you in a kiss that tells you he wants more than just stand close to you. And with a thrumming heart, you allow him to slide the pan of soup away from the stove and lead you to a more secluded space inside your shared home, to show you just how beautiful you are to him. 

[postnuclearel]

crazy that the spirit of Regulus Black possessed Noah Kahan when he was writing this