a beautiful romance could be had

cool lil things to drop in your writing...

that won’t change your character but will change how your readers feel about themselves:

acne/acne scars/scarring in general-

so a lot of people love to write YA Fiction (us included!) but I think sometimes our teenage characters are given such huge tasks and embark on such wild missions that we forget that they are just that– teenagers! and one of the big things about being a teenager is all the hormonal changes that are going on (books love to focus on the sex/romance stuff), but we forget to mention things such as acne. even having a brief description of a character like “they scooped back their curls and I could see the acne that dotted their jaw” can make a world of a difference to a young teen who’s reading that book and struggling with having cystic acne. imagine if one of your favorite, most other-worldly beautiful characters had acne and they were still considered beautiful? you know how much it would rock people’s worlds to see that imperfect skin isn’t only found in villains?

gapped teeth/crooked teeth-

now I’ve seen this one more often, but never too much. all i have to say is that braces are expensive (i know from personal experience jfc) and getting your smile straightened isn’t something that’s readily available to everyone. let one of your characters reflect that, a whole backstory you don’t even have to come up with. 

beauty marks/moles/birth marks:

we know that cindy crawford and marilyn monroe have their famous beauty marks (we have piercings named after them) on their faces that enhance their beauty. having a unique placement of a characters mole/birth mark/beauty mark can give them a whole other dimension/back story you may not have thought of right away.

{PART 18} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; The crowning moment arises when you and Jungkook arrive at the fundraising ball; but the storm clouds gather as you come face to face with your greatest fear.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 17} {Part 18} {Part 19}

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Bandom Ask

Emo Trinity: Top 5 favorite bands?

Panic! At the Disco: Sexuality?

Brendon Urie: Who do you look up to most?

Ryan Ross: Do you miss anyone?

Dallon Weekes: Play any instruments?

Jon Walker: Ever written a song?

Spencer Smith: Who is your best friend?

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out: Favorite word?

Pretty. Odd.: Ever smoked weed?

Vices And Virtues: Favorite book?

Too Weird To Live, Too Rare to Die!: Where do you want to travel to if you could travel anywhere?

Death of A Bachelor: Do you like parties?

I Write Sins Not Tragedies: Ever been to a wedding? What was it like?

Northern Downpour: What are you most nostalgic for?

The Young Veins: Would you ever go on an impromptu road trip?

The Brobecks: Ever been in love?

Fall Out Boy: Do you like your hometown?

Patrick Stump: Do you have any insecurities?

Pete Wentz: Are you popular at school?

Joe Trohman: Are you ever underappreciated?

Andy Hurley: Is it easy to make you laugh?

Take This To Your Grave: Do you hate anyone?

From Under the Cork Tree: If you could relive any memory, which one would it be?

Infinity On High: Do you think anything is unnecessarily overrated?

Folie a Deux: What’s your favorite album?

Soul Punk: Do you think there’s still good in the world?

Black Cards: Name your top three biggest regrets.

Damned Things: If you had a band, what would you name it?

Save Rock and Roll: What’s your “Adrenaline” song?

American Beauty/American Psycho: Have you ever met someone who wasn’t like they first seemed?

M A  N   I    A: If you could see into the future, how far would you look?

Sugar We’re Going Down: Describe your perfect first date.

What a Catch, Donnie: Would you trust anyone with your life?

My Chemical Romance: What’s your all time favorite concept album?

Gerard Way: What’s your gender and/or preferred pronouns?

Frank Iero: How many piercings do you have?

Mikey Way: Do you like the way you look?

Ray Toro: What’s your favorite time of day?

Bob Bryar: Does anyone hate you?

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love: Favorite mythical creature?

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge: Ever wanted revenge on someone for something they did to you?

The Black Parade: Do you believe in the afterlife?

Danger Days: Friends or family?

Welcome to the Black Parade: Are you okay?

Ghost of You: Name your top three favorite colors.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Comic Con

Summary: You and Tom meet at Comic Con while you’re both promoting your new movies

A/N: I saw The Lost City of Z today and almost died because it was so good. It’s literally my favorite book of all time and when I found out Tom was going to play Jack is almost cried.

Warnings: none

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Tom and the rest of the Spider-Man: Homecoming cast were in the middle of an interview when she first caught his eye. She was dressed in a blue floral dress when he saw her. Tom tried to keep his focus on answering the questions but his attention kept diverting to her smile. Her smile was the most enchanting smile he had ever seen and she had the most kind eyes of anyone he had ever met.

She was crouched next to a little girl and appeared to be singing. Although Tom couldn’t hear her, he knew she had to have the voice of an angel.

“So, Tom, got your eye on anyone?”

Tom snapped his head back over to the interviewer who was smiling at him.

Tom stayed quiet for a moment as he looked at Zendaya for help who simply giggled at the boy in distress.

“Um, I-uh… I don’t know. There’s one girl who I recently saw and thought was beautiful. But I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself to her yet…”

Tom could feel his cheeks heating up as the rest of the cast ooo'ed at his response.

Tom looked up to Harrison who was smirking at him.

Tom turned his gaze back to look for her, but she was gone. Tom felt like he was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t find her soon.

Luckily for him, the interview ended and he had 1 hour before their panel started. 1 hour to find the mystery girl.

Tom frantically looked around the mountains of people for the dark haired girl in the light blue floral dress. Tom prayed to whatever god was up there that he would find her and find her soon.

Tom was abducted from his prayers by a familiar voice calling his name.

He turned his head to see friendly blue eyes looking back him.

“Hey, kid. It’s been a while.” Sebastian said as he smiled sweetly at Tom.

Although they joked about having a rivalry, they were actually quite fond of each other.

“Oh, hey Seb. Sorry, I just saw this girl earlier and I’m trying to find her.”

“Oh? What’d she look like?”

“Ummm… dark hair, kind eyes, beautiful smile, she was wearing a light blue dress with yellow, black and white flowers on it.”

“I think I know who you’re talking about. Her name’s Y/N. She’s the voice of the new Disney princess. She’s probably in the break room, honestly. Or maybe try and find her booth?”

Tom nodded and took off towards the break room.

“Okay, bye, I guess…” Sebastian mumbled as he watched the lovesick boy run away from him.

Tom could hear people yelling his name for pictures, but he ignored all of them. He felt horrible for neglecting his fans, but he had to find her.

Tom finally reached the break room and saw the same beautiful smile from before as she read from a book of fairytales.

Everything felt like slow motion for Tom as he approached where she was sitting.

Tom had normally been good at talking to girls, but as soon as her e/c eyes met his, he felt hopeless.

His throat ran dry and he could hear his heart pounding in his chest while his stomach did cartwheels inside of him. He felt like he was no longer in reality, but placed in a fictional world of romance like in the movies his mom always watches.

Tom suddenly become aware of how much time had passed of him staring when he noticed her smile beginning to drop.

“Hi? Can I help you with something?”

And that was it. Hearing her voice. Her voice was as smooth as velvet and as beautiful as a sunset over an ocean.

Tom swallowed the lump in his voice and counted to three before blurting out a hello.

The beautiful smile returned to her face as she greeted him once again.

Tom’s cheeks heated up again.

“I’m Tom. I uh, I saw you earlier and I-I just, um-”

“He thinks you’re really pretty!”

Tom whipped around to see Sebastian standing at the door smirking, obviously enjoying the torture that the poor boy was in.

“Oh… is that true?”

Tom turned back to look at Y/N with wide eyes. He slowly nodded and felt his cheeks grow warmer if that was even possible.

Y/N smiled up at him before grabbing a notepad from the tables and a pen.

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe when you learn how to speak properly, you can give me a call.”

Y/N handed Tom the piece of paper that contained her phone number.

Tom smile brightly at Y/N before he heard them calling for the Spider-Man Cast to head to their panel.

“Maybe after this is over, I can take you to dinner? Would that be okay?”

“That sounds perfect.”

BTS Reaction to Falling In Love With You At First Sight

Requested by Anonymous, “beautiful being sent from above, may I request a reaction to the boy falling for you at first glance?”

Note; DONT MAKE ME BLUSH, lol here ya go! <3


Jin ➳ And there you were, looking bummy yet amazing once you walked through the doors of the restaurant the boys were attending, being sat down a few feet away from them yet he just couldn’t tear his gaze away from you. You were beautiful, prepossessing, and although he wanted to do anything to approach you he just couldn’t, only settling on engraving your beauty into his mind forever fore he was way too shy.

“Aw,” Taehyung mewled, pinching Jin’s cheeks as the older began to smile, “someone is in love.”

And he couldn’t be anymore right.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Suga ➳ It was when something alerted him to turn around, and on instinct he listened, abruptly bumping into you as he quickly grabbed your hand to stop you from falling, apologizing over and over again and once he looked you in the eyes, time froze.

There was something about you, something that had his feelings arising from the dead and engulfing him whole, his cheeks flushing hysterically as he laughed softly to himself, because really, how coincidental could this be?

This wasn’t mere soft romance, this was reality. “I—what’s your number?”

Originally posted by yoonmin


J-Hope ➳ Being bored out of his mind, he wanted to take a break off everything and just take pictures and film the beauty that resided in this world we call earth. His camera dangled from his neck, and as he turned it on to find a beautiful patch of flowers right before a small pond, he quickly zoomed in only to settle on something he didn’t see in the shot before, on something that was clearly you.

His heart flew into the sky, screaming at him that yes, you are the one, the one to fulfill his duties, his life, his soul; and once you looked up to lock gazes with his, he winked towards you without thinking as you quickly looked away and awkwardly left the scene.

Originally posted by hobipd


RapMonster ➳ He was dreading going to work, but when he saw you, he was glad he did. Here he was, watching someone as gorgeous as you trip quite elegantly with the papers clutched in your hands were sent flying into every direction. He couldn’t help but giggle at how much of a klutz you were, you looking around hoping no one saw but to your dismay, you saw a handsome man laugh at your state.

He walked up to you while helping you organize the papers once again, and once he handed them you you and you thanked him, he smiles. “We should hangout sometime.”

And when you nodded, flashing him a cheeky grin, he knew he had fallen in love with you at first sight.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Jimin ➳ “Yeah, can I get–” and he froze.

You blinked towards him, tilting your head to the side in confusion when his eyes blasted open, staring into your soul and wondering what these emotions erupting inside his heart were, wondering why someone he just saw clearly had made such an impact on him. In his eyes, you weren’t the café employee but a gem, a key he had finally found that would be able to unlock his heart — and he couldn’t be anymore happier.

He was nervous, biting his lip before smiling at the realization at falling in love with someone he just met, soon being way too shy to even order but still doing so only to hear your voice once again.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


V ➳ He was sitting at the bus stop, staring ahead at the busy streets when he had suddenly felt something warm press against the back of his hand which was quickly retracted before he could register it in his brain. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He heard, quickly snapping his vision to the melodious voice before it could disappear.

That was when he saw you, a beautiful young human being flushed a deep red, staring to him with eyes that told a story he wanted to learn so bad. He was laughing, becoming flustered as he looked away because really, why was he feeling like he had to put a ring on your finger right then and there?

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Jungkook ➳ “Kookie, come meet my childhood friend!” Jimin had called him over, holding his phone to make sure you had a clear view of the both of them through your video chatting. Jungkook walked over to the older, looking closer to the screen only to lock eyes with yours.

“Damn,” Jungkook muttered, earning a small chuckle from the boy beside him before his eyes widened as he tried to correct his wording, “I mean..um, hello!” The boy was way too entranced, if your pixel self from a screen can render him speechless, then who know what could happen to his poor heart once he met you in person. He was suddenly happy, soon taking the phone from the owner’s hands as he began to talk to you without letting his shyness get the better of him.

Originally posted by saranghaemyoppas


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anonymous asked:

LAMP, au where everyone is born with wings distinctive to their personality but can only fly after meeting their soulmate (can be platonic if you want), fluff please!!!

**This got so ridiculously long, and I am so, so ridiculously pleased. This is 2,760 words. How did this happen? 

Warnings: Small amount of swearing, some angst but I couldn’t resist a fluffy ending, lots of tears shed

This is poly sanders, Romantically involved because I’m a sucker for romance**


It happened when Virgil was born. There was a problem with the birth and he had to have surgery done, resulting in the loss of his wings.

“What did they look like?” He used to ask his mother. She’d tell him how soft they were, how dark they were, the color of the night sky dipped in the ocean. How beautiful they could have become. After awhile, he asked less and less sad to hear about what could have been and what would never be, and by the time he was ten he had come to hate the mere mention of his non-existent wings.

All of the adults pitied him, all of the children teased him.

Virgil was teased for it, of course he was, all throughout school. All the other children had wings, all the other children would find their Soulmates.

Soulmates.

It was bitter on his tongue.

Another tragedy all the winged beings encompassed themselves with.

Everyone had a Soulmate.

‘You probably don’t even have a Soulmate. That’s why they took your wings away.’

At first, he denied it. He wanted so desperately to fit in. He told them, he did have a Soulmate, and his Soulmate would be the most beautiful person ever. They’d tease him. They’d laugh at him. They’d tell him he was wrong.

He’d never have a Soulmate.

And he grew to hate them, too.

He grew to hate his non-existent Soulmate. The reason he was teased. The reason he was mocked. The reason he was alone.

Virgil would never have a Soulmate.

~

It was years after he had graduated high school that he met another with very similar thinking to his own.

They had run into each other on the street. An accident, really. Virgil hadn’t been looking where he was walking, hood pulled up and eyes cast down, and had collided with a man as he turned the corner.

Logan, he’d soon learn, hadn’t been watching his steps either; nose buried in some book more important than his steps.

Virgil was sarcastic and bitter, Logan was frozen, frowning at his wings.

“Do I know you?” He asked finally, as Virgil stepped past.

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Yes?”

“It’s just….” He shivered.

“I don’t care.”

Two years later, and they were happily living together as a couple.

Logan had similar thoughts to Virgil when it came to Soulmates.

“I don’t want my love to be determined by “pre-existing forces”. I should be allowed to decide for myself who I live the rest of my life with.”

Semi-similar to Virgil at least- Logan’s view point wasn’t stemmed from years of self-loathing and teasing.

“Good thing you got me then,” Virgil would say, smirking. After all, they loved each other, but Logan couldn’t fly.

He once said that his wings felt odd whenever Anxiety was around. Lighter almost, but said his heart felt that way too and then the conversation would usually lead into the “emotions” territory, which both men were terrible with.

But, they knew they loved each other, and that’s all they needed.

~

“I…. I met my Soulmate today.”

Virgil immediately dropped his phone to the couch, eyes wide for a split second before falling flat and empty.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…. It was… odd. My wings,” He glanced behind him, flexing out the gray feathered appendages so they brushed the ceiling and then folded them back and frowned, “I felt…. they fluttered. All on their own. It was like air was-”

“Yeah, I get it,” Virgil cut him off. Logan snapped his mouth shut.

Virgil didn’t like talking about his own wings, yes, but he seemed to live through Logan. Always asking to feel the otherswings, to groom them. He’d ask for Logan to tell him how they felt in the wind, how it felt to sleep, how it felt to have them pet…. He may not remember having his own wings, but he did seem to miss them.

“I’ll take you flying one day,” Logan told him one night as they curled together in a hammock, his left wing draped over them. “I’ll carry you in the sky with me in the night. Just you and me.”

“If you’re flying you’ll have your Soulmate,” Virgil had pointed out bitterly, a word very accurate to anytime he discussed Soulmates.

“Sure. I’ll find them, but I don’t need a Soulmate. I have you, and you’re all I want.”

“Look, just get on with it already.” Virgil’s words snapped Logan from his thoughts.

“Get on with what?” He asked in confusion, not an emotion he particularly liked, but one he found himself dealing with often when it came to his boyfriend. For someone who didn’t like feelings, Virgil had quite a few of them.

“You’re leaving, right? You’ve discovered your real Soulmate, you’ve realized being with me is foolish and you’re going to go be with them, right?” He wasn’t looking at Logan now, simply staring at his lap. His tone was emotionless.

“Hey,” Logan’s tone was sharp. He immediately walked over and sat beside the other. “Virgil,” He picked up the others hand and got no resistance. “Yes, I’ve found a Soulmate, but that means nothing. I’m interested, I suppose that’s the pull of the soulbond, but I would never, ever leave you. It’s you’ve I’ve fallen in love with Virgil, and it’s you who I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with, soulbond be damned.”

Virgil couldn’t stop himself, “Don’t say that.” He sniffled, “I know the power of a soulbond.” He didn’t, obviously, but he had been told, “I know it’s nearly impossible to resist. I don’t…. I don’t want you to hurt, because you’ve ignored them, I-….”

Logan reached out and lifted the others head, his own eyes meeting Virgil’s watery own.

“I just don’t want you to leave me-” His voice cracked at the end, and Logan was holding him then. Whispering soft sweet nothings and promises he would never break.

He would never leave Virgil. He could never leave Virgil.

If he could, he would give his own soul to him.

~

Through lots of talking, and after many months, Logan began happily dating his Soulmate, Patton. Whom, he’d come to find, was not his only Soulmate.

“Who knew you were so high-maintenance,” Virgil joked when he found out.

“It’s very upsetting,” Logan had frowned.

“How so? We not enough for you now?” It was a joke, but Logan always took Virgil’s self-depreciating humor seriously. Some small part of Virgil was thankful for that.

“You shouldn’t measure yourself out like that. Virgil, you’re greater than you know.” He kissed the others head, “And, I was referring to the fact that I still am unable to carry you through the skies.”

“Hm, well I’m still holding you to that, so get on that “finding your other Soulmate and/or Soulmates” thing.”

Logan smiled.

“Yes dear.”

After about three months of Patton and Logan being together, Virgil finally met the famed “Heart”.

Virgil never understood why Logan referred to him like that. Yes, Logan gushed (though, he wouldn’t admit to it) about the other and his emotional state of every second of every day, and how open he was about his feelings, but the nickname was still out of place.

Then, Virgil saw him.

His wings, large, red, and shimmering, were the shape of a heart when extended to full length. A large extension of the man himself.

It took merely three weeks for Virgil to fall head-over-heels for the other man, but he never said a word. This was Logan’s Soulmate- Virgil didn’t belong anywhere in that mix.

So, he kept his distance. He stayed out of the confusion that was Soulmates. Especially, Soulmates that weren’t his.

Puppy love, he called it. He was sure it’d pass.

It didn’t.

Everyday, it seemed his affections grew, until one day he confessed his feelings to Logan, apologizing over and over about butting in where he doesn’t belong, about getting in the way of his and Patton’s soulbond.

“Virgil,” Logan had said, “Virgil it’s okay. You can’t help who you love, anymore than I can. Love is okay, Virgil. You’re the one who taught me that. It’s okay.”

And a day later, Virgil had more than he could have hoped as he sat inbetween his partner of so many years, and his partner of seven minutes.

Patton had, or so he said, loved Virgil since the day they met.

Virgil said Patton was just being dramatic.

Patton only ruffled his wings in reply.

~

“Why don’t you understand, I have no control over this?” Logan ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“You said you did! You said you’d never leave me! That you chose me!” Virgil yelled back, tears streaming down his face.

“I can’t choose who my Soulmates are, it’s not my fault!” Logan shot back, raising his voice in frustration more than anger.

He had met his Soulmate. Apparently, he had only two. He had all but flown (literally, he had to restrain himself) when he had run into a young man hurrying out of the local town hall, the two running hard into each other, but Logan having leaped back (okay, maybe he had kinda flown) so he didn’t fall.

Logan could finally fly.

He had flown home immediately to tell Virgil, who had been ecstatic to learn Logan had found his other Soulmate. Getting to know Patton and understand Soulbond’s better had really opened his mind and allowed him to see past what years of pain had done to him.

A week later, Logan was already dating Roman, and that’s when things got rocky.

Roman was all Logan talked about. Roman was all Logan thought about. Roman was all Logan cared about.

Then Pat.

Patton met Roman.

Lo and behold, Roman was his final Soulmate as well, and he had soared with love, high into the sky.

Roman had a third Soulmate, though, as Virgil had been told he still couldn’t fly.

And now, two months later, Virgil was done. He had been hoping, he had been hoping so hard things could work.

But his love wasn’t even close to enough when it came to soulbonds. They would always be more. They would always be better. And they would always be…. not him.

He knew he loved Logan and Patton. He knew they loved him, too. Though his mind liked to say it was lies, he had put all his faith and hope into their love and he would trust them with it.

It was hard though.

He wanted to believe the others loved him. He wanted to be enough for them. But, it was obvious now that he wasn’t. He’d never compare to their souls. He’d never compare to what they had.

Not him.

Not the wingless, soulless nobody.

Not Virgil.

Which lead to now. When Virgil had declared their relationship over. When he said he was leaving.

“You said you understood that I was with them! If you didn’t like that I was with them, why didn’t you say something?!” Logan fumed.

“BECAUSE THEY’RE YOUR SOULMATES!”

Virgil screamed, and the tears fell.

Everything was silent.

“Because, I could never, ever make you choose. Because, I know that you could never choose me over your soulbond.”

“What do you know about Soulmates?” The words left his mouth in rage, and died immediately in the battle.

It didn’t matter.

Their damage was done.

Virgil sobbed and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Virgil, I didn’t mean it-”

He was gone. Out the door like lightning, and tears falling like rain.

He wouldn’t know, but Logan immediately called Patton, and both took to the skies to look for him.

Hard to find one man in a city though, however hard they looked.

He managed to make his way towards the center of the city, twisting through streets until he was sure he had to be in another Country, walking for long, long hours he never wanted to end. He didn’t want to go back and face what had happened He didn’t want to face the reality he had been thrust into.

Why couldn’t he just have a soulbond like everyone else? Why couldn’t he have been normal?

“Hey!”

He fell backwards as another person collided with him.

He kept his gaze on the ground as the other lept backwards into the air.

Another person to rub it in his face how alone he was.

“You!”

Suddenly, hands were holding his face, and making him look upwards into the face of one of the handsomest men he knew. Though, to be fair he was, had been, dating the other two.

“You’re- why are you crying? Are you hurt?! Is my first act upon finding my true love only to hurt them?! Oh, how tragic! How dismal! How utterly horrific of me! I must-”

“Let go of me,” He pushed the other off and scrubbed at his eyes with his hands, “you didn’t do nothin’. I’m fine.”

“Well, that’s one relief,” The other sighed, but then he knelt down and was brushing the hair from Virgil’s face, “But, when I find out whoever it was that hurt my Soulmate, they won’t be so happy.”

Virgil chuckled bitterly, the salty tears finding the corners of his lips as if to remind him he needed to be sad.

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed buddy,” He motioned to his back, “But, I’m afraid you have the wrong guy.”

“Nonsense!” He jumped at how loud the other became, “It was your touch that brought me flight, thus it is your final soul that is bound to mine!”

Virgil scowled at the ground, “Look. I don’t have a soul, so it can’t be me. Just leave me alone!”

His pursuer stayed silent. He crouched down in front of Virgil and brushed the hair, once more, from his eyes.

“I don’t know what’s befallen you in life to make the sun so dark in your eyes, and I can’t take those filters away, but allow me to help, and I can brighten the sun tenfold until all you can see is its beauty.”

And it was all Virgil needed.

He had lived, all his life, every waking moment, believing he was soulless. That he couldn’t be anybodies. He couldn’t, wasn’t, like others. And suddenly, this man swoops in and tells him he has a soul. Further yet, that it has a mate.

And he’s sobbing again, and he’s being held and whispered, too. Told that everything would be okay.

He hears, vaguely, the other mention carrying him in flight to Virgil’s home, but he turns him down.

Logan, his first love, currently one of his only, had promised him his first flight. And now, he may never ever get it, but he wouldn’t destroy that promise. He held it dear, closer to his heart than his soul, and he couldn’t give it away.

“Okay, let me call for my others, and they can come help, okay?”

Virgil didn’t understand, but he nodded anyways.

A few short minutes later, he heard it.

A loud clap as shoes met pavement, and then he was being barreled into and pulled from his supposed Soulmate into new arms.

“Virgil, Virge, thank God, thank God,” Someone wept, “I was so worried, so scared, I didn’t- I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

It was Logan.

It was Logan that was holding him.

He clutched tightly to his shirt.

It was Logan who came for him.

Soulbond be damned.

It was Logan he loved.

It was Patton he loved.

His heart wrenched.

….This was it. What he didn’t understand before.

A solebond hurt.

A solebond hurt so much.

He may not love him now, but he knew. He knew he’d love him later.

He knew he’d love his soulmate- this man he had met only an hour earlier.

Had he known, he would have recognized this feeling many years ago, when he first met Logan.

~

“Thank you.”

He’d say, as he leaned into Logan’s chest, wind ruffling his hair as they flew across the stars.

Roman was twirling through clouds, attempting to be Peter Pan and discovering that clouds are, infact, made of water.

Patton was connecting stars with his flight pattern, creating large dogs, and fluffy cats in the sky.

“I always keep my promises.”

anonymous asked:

These top 10 you do are really great, you have such good ideas. Would you be willing to do one like "Top 10 Katsuki/Nikiforov Moments That Had Everyone Swooning" (from interviews, caught by paparazzi, public, whatever you decide) - something like the sweetest, sappiest shit the media managed to catch of them and had everyone wonder how did these two go from rivals to relationship goals. Thank you so much <3 <3 <3

Hi!! Just wanted to say I love your story too much, especially the social media bits that make it even more enjoyable and funny!!! Also, if you feel comfortable with it and haven’t done it already, I was wondering if you could do Top 10 Viktuuri Posts that made the Fangirls Die from Nosebleeds!! Sorry if you already answered it or don’t have time, I still love you and your beautiful fanfiction no matter what!!!

Top ten Viktuuri PDA moments?

Right, I’m going to group these all together because they are similar enough that I can’t come up with separate lists for them all.

Top Ten Romantic Moments:

10) Once, when they had been apart for a couple of months for euros/4c, they reunited in an airport and it was like romance movie level drama. Yuuri literally ran and threw himself at Viktor and Viktor caught him and spun him around while they were both smiling and laughing and then dipped him into a kiss and everyone around them was like ‘that’s super adorable but also can you two not be Extra for like 2 minutes around each other’

9) At one point the paparazzi caught them on a date in Detroit when Yuuri was still living there and Viktor had come to see him and they both brought each other flowers at the restaurant and tried to give them to each other at the same time and then laughed about how they had both picked the exact same way to try and surprise each other

8) Once after a competition in a cold country Viktor said something to Yuuri that made him glare at Viktor for a second and then stuff freezing cold snow down the back of Viktor’s jacket in revenge. Viktor retaliated by chucking a snowball at Yuuri and it devolved into a completely childish snow war that ended with them slipping and falling together and then laughing and kissing in the snow.

7) During an interview which was the first that either of them had really spoken about what happened to lead up to The Big Kiss, Yuuri was really nervous. So all throughout the filmed interview Viktor kept subtly reassuring him with little touches and being close except nothing is subtle about the two of them and it eventually ended up with Yuuri practically sitting in Viktor’s lap for the majority of the interview and looking more relaxed than anyone had seen him during an interview before

6) At Hasetsu, a paparazzi snuck in to watch them on the beach together and got a bunch of photos of a super competitive beach volleyball game that ended with Yuuri tackling Viktor into the sea until he begged for mercy while laughing and then them kissing in the waves in a very ‘poster for a romance film’ kind of way in photo that very quickly went viral.  

5) Once Yuuri slipped and fell on the ice in a street in St Petersburg and hurt his ankle and instead of calling for a taxi like a normal person, Viktor carried him bridal style all the way back to their apartment

4) After being apart for a while, Yuuri and Viktor planned to meet up at one of Viktor’s competitions that Yuuri wasn’t skating in but his flight was delayed and his missed the start. He showed up in the middle of Viktor’s skating and as soon as Viktor got off the ice he ran and literally jumped into Viktor’s arms to kiss him with his legs wrapped around Viktor’s waist which got a lot of approving cheers and wolf whistling from the crowd around them.  

3) At the competition after the events of chapter 14, their exhibition skates had changed to Viktor’s being the duet of Stay Close to Me and Yuuri’s being Dark Eyes in honour of Viktor. Yuuri skating to something Russian made everyone’s heart melt and the Stay Close to Me duet became considered one of the most romantic moments ever. Both exhibitions were generally considered their best non-competitive skates ever. The only other one that came close to that title was the time when a group of people started saying that Yuuri had only slept with Viktor to win gold and in retaliation in an ice show, Yuuri skated to ‘Fucked My Way Up To The Top’ out of pure spite and everyone loved it.

2) The Kiss from chapter 14

1) The engagement announcement but I won’t say when, how or who proposed ;)

“I’m a 35-year-old virgin. I’ve never even kissed anyone. My journey began when I was in high school, and I felt like I was in a tempestuous ocean—there were cycles of intense depression mixed with cycles of insatiable lust and hormones that would overwhelm me.

I was disgusted with myself that mere ounces of fat on the chest and mere millimeters of bone on the face were guiding who I was and what I wanted. I didn’t think that that’s what I found most beautiful, and I was trying to understand what is beauty at its core.

As I began to examine the world, I started to see people who were wrecking their lives with affairs and relationships. One of the ideas that came out was that before you can balance multiple variables and have a working relationship, you have to master happiness within yourself. So I set out to detach from pretty much everything—relationships, good food, comfort, and just focus on my soul so that I can generate happiness from within.

It was a battle, but by the time I hit 25, I was happy not being in a relationship, and not having too many material possessions. I could respect anyone else who had a relationship and I saw that as a beautiful thing, but I didn’t need to be in one myself.

In our society, it seems that romance is key to living a healthy and happy life. From my experience as a 35-year-old guy who has never had a romantic relationship, it’s not essential. It’s an important and beautiful part of life, but if you don’t have a relationship, it doesn’t mean that you can’t find life beautiful and pleasurable.”

Lexington, MA

Romeo and Juliet AU

Romeo and Juliet was based on a real story adapted into a play by William Shakespeare. However, it’s not the story we’ve come to know through schooling and love of English and theatre.

Romeo and Juliet was based on a very real story. But it wasn’t a tragic love story between a young boy and girl but two young adult men: Romeo and Julien.

The story is true to the tale of feuding families but they also hid their love in fear of persecution for their same sex love affair in a very religious city. In their time period, they never stood a chance, even if their families did accept the fact that they were from the clan of their enemy.

They die together tragically but not from suicide. Romeo had to watch his beloved die in front of him, murdered by “men of faith” who call them sinners, by shoving a dagger through Julien’s chest. Shortly after, Romeo perished by being forced to ingest poison to make it look like the both committed suicide in an act of love. Romeo’s last thoughts were that he was happy he’d be with Julien soon and that he wished he could have given Julien the life they so wanted.

Hundreds of years later, Romeo is reborn as Harry. He lives a normal happy life until one day he comes face to face with his beloved, a man he had visions and dreamed about his entire life. And from the look on the beautiful face of the boy standing in front of him, it seems that he is thinking the exact same thing.

*insert pining, denial, adorableness, fluff, angst from their past, and lots and lots of ROMANCE*

America+England Relationship Analysis

I can’t believe myself… writing up a really in-depth analysis of APH America & APH England’s cannon relationship. Kind of addresses the England and America being related subject, blows holes through it, actually.  

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A Note From Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance's breakup if you haven't read it yet

A note from Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance’s breakup:

A Vigil, On Birds and Glass.
I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.
As the drip began, in that kind of silence that only happens in the morning, and being the only one awake, I stepped outside my home, leaving the door open behind me. I looked around and began to breathe. Things looked to be about the same- a beautiful day.
As I turned to step back into the house I heard sound from within, a chirp and a rustle. And I noticed a small brown bird had flown into the library. Naturally, I panicked. I knew I had to see the bird to safety and I knew I had to retain the order of things in our home, and he very well couldn’t take up residency with us. I chased him (still assuming he was a he) into my office, where I have these very large windows.
Just then, and luckily, I heard Lindsey’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and naturally being composed as she is, she grabbed a blanket and stepped into the office. He was impossible to catch, and I began to open the windows, via Lindsey’s direction, only to find out they were screened. The bird began to fly into the glass, over and over and in all different directions.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack!
I heard another set of footsteps, Bandit’s, running down the stairs in anticipation of the new day. Her entrance into the situation caused just the right amount of chaos (she was very excited to meet the bird) and we found ourselves chasing the bird into the living room. Knowing that this where it could potentially get sticky, being the high ceilings and the beams to perch on, I opened the front door as Lindsey did her best to encourage our new friend out the door. After some coaxing, flying, chirping, a wrong turn back into the library and a short goodbye to Bandit, he simply hopped out the front door- taking off on the fifth leap.
We cheered.
I was no longer sad.
I didn’t realize it, but I stopped being sad the minute that bird had come into my life, because there was something that needed doing, a small vessel to aid and an order to keep. I closed the door. I decided to write the letter I always knew I would.

[[/MORE]]

It is often my nature to be abstract, hidden in plain sight, or nowhere at all. I have always felt that the art I have made (alone or with friends) contains all of my intent when executed properly, and thus, no explanation required. It is simply not in my nature to excuse, explain, or justify any action I have taken as a result of thinking it through with a clear head, and in my truth.
I had always felt this situation involving the end of this band would be different, in the eventuality it happened. I would be cryptic in its existence, and open upon its death.

The clearest actions come from truth, not obligation. And the truth of the matter is that I love every one of you.
So, if this finds you well, and sheds some light on anything, or my personal account and feelings on the matter, then it is out of this love, mutual and shared, not duty.
Love.
This was always my intent.

My Chemical Romance: 2001-2013

We were spectacular.
Every show I knew this, every show I felt it with or without external confirmation.
There were some clunkers, sometimes our secondhand gear broke, sometimes I had no voice- we were still great. It is this belief that made us who we were, but also many other things, all of them vital-
And all of the things that made us great were the very things that were going to end us-

Fiction. Friction. Creation. Destruction. Opposition. Aggression. Ambition. Heart. Hate. Courage. Spite. Beauty. Desperation. LOVE. Fear. Glamour. Weakness. Hope.

Fatalism.

That last one is very important. My Chemical Romance had, built within its core, a fail-safe. A doomsday device, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception.
Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect. A perfect machine, beautiful, yet self aware of it’s system. Under directive to terminate before it becomes compromised. To protect the idea- at all costs. This probably sounds like something ripped from the pages of a four-color comic book, and that’s the point.
No compromise. No surrender. No fucking shit.

To me that’s rock and roll. And I believe in rock and roll.

I wasn’t shy about who I said this to, not the press, or a fan, or a relative. It’s in the lyrics, it’s in the banter. I often watched the journalists snicker at mention of it, assuming I was being sensational or melodramatic (in their defense I was most likely dressed as an apocalyptic marching-band leader with a tear-away hospital gown and a face covered in expressionist paint, so fair enough).
I’m still not sure if the mechanism worked correctly, because it wasn’t a bang but a much slower process. But still the same result, and still for the same reason-

When it’s time, we stop.

It is important to understand that for us, the opinion on whether or not it is in fact time does not transmit from the audience. Again, this is to protect the idea for the benefit of the audience. Many a band have waited for external confirmation that it is time to hang it up, via ticket sales, chart positioning, boos and bottles of urine- input that holds no sway for us, and often too late when it comes anyway.

You should know it in your being, if you listen to the truth inside you. And voice inside became louder than the music.

Now-
There are many reasons My Chemical Romance ended. The triggerman is unimportant, as was always the messengers- but the message, again as always, is the important thing. But to reiterate, this is my account, my reasons and my feelings. And I can assure you there was no divorce, argument, failure, accident, villain, or knife in the back that caused this, again this was no one’s fault, and it had been quietly in the works, whether we knew it or not, long before any sensationalism, scandal, or rumor.

There wasn’t even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets…

I am backstage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is Saturday, May 19th, 2012 and I am pacing behind a massive black curtain that leads to the stage. I feel the breeze from the ocean find its way around me and I look down at my arms, which are covered in fresh gauze due to a losing battle with a heat rash, which had been a mysterious problem in recent months. I am normally not nervous before a show but I am certainly filled with angry butterflies most of the time. This is different- a strange anxiety jetting through me that I can only imagine is the sixth sense one feels before their last moments alive. My pupils have zeroed-out and I have ceased blinking. My body temperature is icy.
We get the cue to hit the stage.

The show is… good. Not great, not bad, just good. The first thing I notice take me by surprise is not the enormous amount of people in front of us but off to my left- the shore and the vastness of the ocean. Much more blue than I remembered as a boy. The sky is just as vibrant. I perform, semi-automatically, and something is wrong.
I am acting. I never act on stage, even when it appears that I am, even when I’m hamming it up or delivering a soliloquy. Suddenly, I have become highly self-aware, almost as if waking from a dream. I began to move faster, more frantic, reckless- trying to shake it off- but all it began to create was silence. The amps, the cheers, all began to fade.

All that what left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn’t have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.

What it said is between me and the voice.

I ignored it, and the following months were full of suffering for me- I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost. I used to see art or magic in everything, especially the mundane- the ability was buried under wreckage.

Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it- because it was my own.

There are many roles for all of us to play in this ending. We can be well-wishers, ill-wishers, sympathizers, vilifiers, comedians, rain clouds, victims-

That last one, again, is important. I have never thought myself a victim, nor my comrades, nor the fans- especially not the fans. For us to adopt that role right now would legitimize everything the tabloids have tried to name us. More importantly, it completely misses the point of the band. And then what have we learned?

With honor, integrity, closure, and on no one’s terms but our own- the door closes.

And another opens-

This morning I awoke early. I quickly brushed my teeth, threw on some baggy jeans, and hopped in my car. I gently sped down the 405 through the morning fog to a random parking lot in Palo Verde, where I was to meet a nice gentleman named Norm. He was older, and a self-proclaimed “hippie” but he also had the energy of Sixteen year old in a garage-rock band. The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes- so he was kind enough to meet me in the middle.
A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.

He showed me the finer points, the speaker, the non-grounded plug, the original label and the chalk mark of the man or woman who built it-

“This amp talks.” he said.
I smiled.
We got coffee, talked about gold-foil pickups and life. We sat in the car and played each other music we had made. We parted ways, promising to stay in touch, I drove home.

When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. It was a 90’s Fender Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue, but in my youth I had decided it was too clean and pretty so I beat it up, exposing some of the red paint underneath the blue- the color it was meant to be. Adding a piece of duct tape on the pick guard, it felt acceptable. I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.

I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton.
He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.

In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you.
I feel Love.

I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-

Ray. Mikey. Frank. Matt. Bob. James. Todd. Cortez. Tucker. Pete. Michael. Jarrod.

Since I am bad with goodbyes. I refuse to let this be one. But I will leave you with one last thing-

My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die.
It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you.
I always knew that, and I think you did too.

Because it is not a band-
it is an idea.

Love,
Gerard

anyway, it didn’t work out because you are not as kind
as the demigod husband i was promised, not as brave,
not as unquestionably good. i would say that with no judgement,
except i’ve judged and condemned, have sent my friends
your old texts to decipher, have passed my cell phone around
the dinner table, because i needed someone else
to say that yes, you are beautiful, but no,
no one is beautiful enough to forgive endlessly.

there is a limit to every love, let’s not pretend there isn’t.
there is a road that turns into a ditch, a ditch that becomes a lake,
a lake that becomes an ocean, an ocean that becomes
a girl. anyway, it was a bullet dodged, a bullet received.
an old hurt is still a hurt, still a flood in a rainstorm.
for a long time, my favorite poem was your favorite poem
and it didn’t matter to me that no one else liked it.
i thought it meant that you knew me, that you could
really see me, but first i had to become me.
—  Yena Sharma Purmasir, “nine of thirty” (2017)
Thank you for 300 followers!

Okay, guys! This is my huge thank you for following me to this blog, for supporting me all this time and just sending me adorable asks/messages and making my days brighter! I really hope you guys like it and I’m super flustered and I’m a mess because I’m super nervous but here you go! 

With shoulders hunched and his teeth clenched together, Bakugou felt his patience wearing fucking thin at the melodic sound of laughter and that annoying shit was talking to you again. His fingers gripped his pencil tightly, almost breaking the writing utensil into two as he tried his goddamn best to focus on what was in front of him, rather where you were sitting at.

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Bumbleby and the Evolution of “Beauty and the Beast”

I’m just going to go ahead and get these disclaimers out of the way: 

  • Yes, I know that Yang Xiao Long is primarily inspired by the fairy tale of Goldilocks. 
  • Yes, I know that Rooster Teeth isn’t out to recreate every single fairy tale or myth or historical figure’s story that inspires the individual characters of RWBY
  • And yes, RWBY is a show that is about far more than just romance or any one relationship. 

Is everyone good on that? Yes? Awesome, then let’s get this show on the road!

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who is she? p.p

summary: you had been singing to yourself in the library and a hopeless romantic peter hears you

pairing: peter parker x fem reader

word count: 1,046

a/n: v fluffy n proud also I recommend listening to this song, also i really hate when there’s insta love in these things like no one just grabs someone and kisses them but i went for it cause i hate myself anyways enjoy:) 

It was a wednesday which meant you hadn’t cared much for fleeting hours and a tidy appearance. Your hair had been messily falling over your eyes, glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose carefully. Your [y/e/c] eyes had been flicking over the words of numerous novels for hours. Reading was your favorite pastime, the idea that the boring reality of midtown could fleet for a few hours as you entered a world of fantasy or a worldwhim romance. 

As another hour carelessly passed, it had begun with a simple humming pattern until your heart began to lurch at the familiar words playing in your mind 

‘why are there so many songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side’

you sang softly to a near whisper as you clutched a book to your chest, sighing at the beautiful lyrics of the cover the band sang. 

“Why do real boys have to suck? I wish I could have a book worthy kiss with a guy who wasn’t scared of emotions,” you spoke softly to yourself as you slid the books carefully back into their usual places. 

‘someday we’ll find it the rainbow connection the lovers the dreamers and me’

Your voice sang softly as it fluttered up a key effortlessly, ignoring the dreamy brown eyes watching you through the gap of a bookshelf. Peter’s eyes longed to see yours on his. He stayed after hours sometimes just to see you at such comfort in such a public place. 

He loved the way your glasses were too loose on your face, so they slid down the bridge of your nose. He loved that instead of opting for fancy flats, you occupied a pair of sneakers with socks that occasionally displayed a pun or two on the design. Today you had gone with socks that had van gogh’s starry night plastered on them. 

It was like you were a dream to him, effortlessly singing to yourself as you shoved books back into their places. He couldn’t help but wonder why no boys ever approached a beauty such as you, but you had successfully separated yourself from the real world most of the time due to your mind drifting to one of a fantasy setting. 

‘have you been half asleep and have you heard voices i’ve heard them calling my name’

Your voice was like fresh lillies on a winter morning, sending a chill down Peter’s spine every time your lips parted to release such a sweet voice. He had been watching with so much intent that he hadn’t recognized the pressure he leaned onto the shelf, causing books to topple to the ground, making you break from your private session. 

Due to your terrible defense skills, you grabbed ‘war and piece’ the thickest book possible and lifted it above your head as you quickly made your way over to the spot of the ruckus. 

“W-Who’s there?” you said carefully, hoping to not provoke anyone to jump out of somewhere. 

“I-I uh wanted to return a book,” Peter said as he peeked out from a bookshelf, holding his hands up defensively with a scared look in his eyes. He couldn’t help but let his hands fall to his sides as his eyes raked your appearance. His once fearful brown eyes were now filled with a doe-like desperation as he wanted nothing more than to leap forward and give you all the affection you deserve. 

He soon felt an odd feeling, a twisting in his stomach that led to a painful conclusion, it actually hurt him to not lean forward and press his lips to yours. 

“Do you always look like you’re about to be sick?” you said as you lowered the book, dropping it to the floor as you rushed to him quickly, eyes filling with concern. 

“I-I just,” he stuttered out, feeling butterflies pool his stomach as your eyes locked on his, knowing if you came any further he might spill of word vomit. 

“Oh god,” Peter said, laying a hand on his stomach as his eyes fell to your lips, watching your perfect teeth tug on your lower lip, a common worrisome trait of yours. 

“I-I should get these,” you rushed out as you grabbed the books off the floor, feeling Peter drop down next to you and grab the same book as you, making your hands brush against each other. 

After a few minutes of silence you stood yourself up along with the nervous boy, holding a stack of books in your arms. You stepped to the side and set them down on a table, still holding your favorite book in your hand as his eyes fell to the title. 

“Oh this? It’s my favorite,” you said with a delicate smile and Peter felt an unrecognizable confidence grow in the pit of his chest. 

You carefully lifted the book, eyes scanning the back of the book, knowing it always comforted you to reread the description of your favorite novel. 

Peter’s eyes watched yours flick over every word before he gently laid his hand on the book, pushing it down so he could step closer, lowering himself gently to your height so his eyes could see yours. 

“It may not be book worthy but-” he started off, his throat tightening so the last words were cut off, brown eyes watching yours with an admiration no one could ever have from the boy. 

He stepped forward, connecting his lips with yours, a mesh of newfound emotions pooling your stomach as he returned to his original height, making your tilt your head up to meet his lips carefully, eyes fluttering shut. 

As the kiss broke apart, your cheeks dusted a soft pink, the normal put together look of yours melded into a new one of adoration for the boy stood in front of you. 

“You just kissed me-” you rushed out in confusion, heart racing effortlessly at the gleam of his eyes, pondering how the events just happened. 

Peter smiled softly down at you, wanting nothing more than to kiss you again, but the mere fact that he even had the bravery to act on his emotions surprised you and himself even. 

“Y-Your glasses are fogging up,” He spoke with a loud laughter, the smile never leaving his lips. 

LOVE

Summary: You connect falling in love with Logan to certain colors.

Ship: Logan x Reader

Song Inspiration: Love by Lana Del Rey

Word Count: 1,575 words.

Tags: i had so much fun writing this honestly, its so cute, well to me, romance, fluff, i think this is fLUff????,

Last Words: best song in the world please listen while you read, IT’LL MAKE THE STORY HIT YOU LIKE A TON OF BRICKS EVEN MORE

Special Tag: since this is my first post on tumblr & i love Logan I’m gonna tag some of my favorite writers :-) @theamazingworldoffandomfics @crossbns  @mellifluous-melodramas @geeks-universe 

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Airman First Class | ED

Originally posted by x-sempre

June 7, 1941 | Tripler General Hospital — Oahu, Hawaii

Seaman Apprentice Harvey Clark was horribly sunburnt, most likely the worst case I’d ever seen. His skin was as red as a lobster, and he was cryin’ like a newborn baby just whipped on the behind. Those Navy men never knew when to put their shirts on, and mister Harvey was surely one of ‘em. “Now you’re just gonna have to go on and lay there for a while, mister Clark. You’ll be alright, but if you keep rollin’ around them bedsheets you’re gonna peel that skin right off.” His grunts and groans were of a little boy, you’d think a man in the military could take a sunburn every once in a while.

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When I Wake [ch.1]

ch.1 | ch.2 |

Genre: Angst / Fluff 

Summary: The day you were proposed to by Kim Taehyung was absolutely unforgettable, but not in a magical, fairy tale type of way. Instead of ending the night with celebratory congratulations, you and Taehyung find yourselves in a car accident that leaves you in a coma. When you wake three years later, you receives news that Taehyung passed away as a result of his injuries. 

After getting over the initial shock of Taehyung’s death, you peacefully carry on with your life, until one day you hear word that Taehyung might not be dead after all. 

You try to find Taehyung to pick up your relationship where it left off, so everything could go back to the way it was. Only life’s not that simple. While trying to rekindle your love with the supposedly dead Taehyung, you have to deal with your arranged fiance and your newly acquainted (and dangerously hot) friend Park Jimin. 

Your life becomes a whole lot more interesting when you wake. 

Word count: ~2.3k 

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So this is my first time writing a kpop ff, and it’s my first time writing a reader insert, AND it’s my first time writing angst so please bear with me~ (it’ll get interesting soon I promise) Also jimin & yoongi are tagged in addition to tae bc they will be part of the story later on!


Taehyung placed his lips on yours; it was the only warmth you’d felt in this winter wonderland. As he pulled away, you could feel every cell in your body yearn for his embrace but reluctantly settled for his hand in yours.

You stood in the middle of the icy Bow Bridge in Central Park. It was where you two first met, three years ago.

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - March 24th, 2017

Originally posted by byaseashore

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! Click on the titles to get the links! They are posted in the order I read them.


Was it Ever Real? multi-chapter by mindramblings ARGUS Agent Oliver Queen is given one last mission. He has to go undercover and get close to a member of the Bratva’s daughter: Felicity Smoak. Complications arise, however, when he finds himself falling for her. Will he be able to stay focused on the job or blur the lines?

Finally Home by @wherethereissmoak - Oliver is rescued from Prometheus, but discovers Felicity’s chair in the bunker is suspiciously empty. So Awesome!!

The White Queen by @felicityollies - How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course.

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances.

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness!

Calculated Chaos multi-chapter @stygian-omada-fan - Sequel to The Nightmare, I don’t care if you’re 4, or 40 you don’t hit people

Running Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4 multi-chapter by @geneshaven - Oliver and Felicity are on the run from the authorities

Our Version of Events multi-chapter by @machawicket and @geneeste - Action star Ollie Queen is trying to clean up his image and land parts that require him to do more than appear shirtless while fighting stuntmen. Pop star Felicity Smoak wants to be seen as an adult in time for the release of her new, grittier album. And talent manager John Diggle’s got an idea about what coverage of Oliver and Felicity’s brand new (and totally fake) romance could do for them both.

In Another Life (I Could be Your Man) multi-chapter by @angelicmisskitty - Their lives couldn’t be more different - and yet Oliver can’t take his eyes off the beautiful blonde woman that leaves the subway every morning at 7.43am. There is something about her that makes him look up every morning - something that also makes him aware he’ll never be good enough for her, or that she’d even notice him. He had no idea how much his life would change the day he rushed over to help her…Olicity AU - no Lian Yu, no saving the city (at least not in the way we know from Arrow :D ) LOVE LOVE, LOVE!

Untitled by @dettiot - a prompt… Oliver and Felicity at the grocery store, Oliver and Felicity hosting a team dinner, or both :)

You are my Strength by @alanna-the-lionheart - 5x17 spec fic - As Prometheus tortures him, Oliver holds on tight to hope. His team, his friends, his family…they are his strength, and they will find him. He trusts them; he trusts all of them. But more than anything, he trusts her.

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life.

Untitled by @alexiablackbriar13 - Prompt: Allergy -  So sweet!

Untitled by @dmichellewrites - Prompt a story with Felicity and Lyla

Untitled by @dmichellewrites - Felicity takes a turn dressing up as the Green Arrow

Prompts and Drabbles by @wherethereissmoak - Chapter 1: The prompts were “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” and  “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”Chapter 2: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Untitled by @dmichellewrites - Prompt: Cake - Olicity wedding cake!

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work.

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard - Delightful!

Tumbleweeds multi-chapter by zarrati - Set post “What we Leave Behind”. Instead of going to Susan’s, Oliver finds himself at Felicity’s apartment to check on her. What starts out as Oliver trying to be a supportive friend soon sets them on the path of growing back together.

When Locksley Met… multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - A collection of one-shots wherein Oliver and Felicity’s fierce (and fluffy) guard dog meets their friends and family. Also, an Olicity-observed-from-a-third-party collection. CUTENESS OVERLOAD!

Kick Off Your Sunday Shoes by @wherethereissmoak - Prompt -“How long have you been standing there?” Set early in Season 3

Olicity - He’s going to be okay. He’s safe. multi-chapter by @marytagus - A fanfic on Felicity Smoak dealings to get Oliver safe from Prometheus torture.

In My Daughter’s Eyes multi-chapter by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity are parents following a teenage pregnancy, they balance family life with school and I love it!

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter!

Deceive, Inveigle and Obfuscate multi-chapter by @machawicket - AWESOME story about a pretend marriage between Oliver and Felicity for reasons

Snowfall multi-chapter by sentencefragments - With her car stuck in the snow and the only thing slightly warm her best friend’s wedding dress in her backseat, Felicity chooses  to take a leap of faith and venture into the snowstorm to find some help. or at least shelter. She slips and tumbles into a deep ditch. Lucky for her, someone finds her and carries her to his cabin and crackling fireplace.

Red Red Wine multi-chapter by @lynslogic - Felicity’s mother meets Oliver Queen who owns a winery and gives him her number

Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present. 

Domestic Disagreement by @wherethereissmoak - Oliver and Felicity are back together in a new home, and he’s mad at her for something. Domestic Olicity fluffiness.

Every Life Has a Moment multi-chapter by @laurabelle2930 - The Queen family took Felicity in and raised her from age 7, Felicity and Oliver became bestfriends until they realized they could be more

Am I Going Alone multi-chapter by @abadspellr - AU. What would happen if Ivo killed Sarah instead of Shado? How does Oliver’s life change? Can he still be The Hood? Can he still find Felicity? Can he learn what it means to be a hero? A re-imagining of Arrow with old faces in new roles.

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. You do not need to have read FiCoN to enjoy this, but it will spoil the end. Really love these stories!!

One Plus One Equals Three multi-chapter by @perfectlittlesoul - a glimpse into the happy married life of Olicity - super sweet

I did for this for you by @callistawolf for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Oliver and Felicity have just reunited and things are getting hot and heavy between them as they celebrate their return to each other. And then Oliver discovers something…

Intermezzo by @nodecaff4me for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Oliver hates the opera, prompt “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear…”

Untitled by @deadlybingo - post 5x17 fic what happens after the credits

Olicity Drabble 5x17 - Holding by @laurabelle2930 - Post 5x17 fic An Olicity moment.

A Home for Shadows by @olicitykaramel - Post 5x17 fic Dealing with the aftermath

Picture Perfect multi-chapter by @thebookjumper - She’s not really sure what prompted her to do it.   Okay, that might be a bit of a lie.  Sure, she’s not completely positive of her reasoning, but she would bet Oliver’s fortune that it had quite a bit to do with the four empty bottles of wine littering her counter top and the three other women lounging around her apartment in various states of undress.She doesn’t want to be cute anymore.  She’s sexy and she’s going to prove it. SO AWESOME!

Actions Speak Louder Than Words (And Other True Sayings) multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated - All-in-all, it’s the best kidnapping experience Felicity’s had so far by a lot. So, it’s kind of an epic surprise when the fallout from it is so, so much worse.

Revelations and Confessions by @geniewithwifi - Post 5x17 Olicity moment

Gather Your Darkness by @imusuallyobsessed - What happened right after Oliver came into the bunker and said, “I’m shutting everything down.” The bunker is quiet, Oliver’s asleep, but Felicity and Digg can’t just leave him.


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AU where whenever you make a friend, you get a tattoo somewhere on your body. you share the same or close to the same tattoo with that friend because some of them are just the exact same while others are like those best friend necklaces where you need the other part to complete the words. if it’s a shitty tattoo, it’s a sign of a shitty friend. some people have tons of tattoos that range from shitty to astonishing. some people have maybe 3 but they’re all beautiful and take up a limb and they’re fine with that. whenever you decide to get a s/o and there’s no tattoo after a few weeks of dating then it’s probably not gonna be a good/healthy/long lasting relationship bc it’s all just being built around romance with no vital best friend-ness. there’s always that one poor kid you knew in elementary school who was too shy to make friends and was considered weird for having such bare skin. being popular could be measured in the amount of tattoos you had so some people would form the most basic of friendships to be popular. but tattoos can fade if the friendships fades or stops. some people will try and cut and scratch at their skin to make a tattoo from someone who’s no longer a friend fade away faster. some go through so much hurt when their friend moves away or gets a new friend and see their tattoo fade on its own. some people get tattoos from internet friends and they freak out and love to it and take pictures to show it to the friend because it’s usually something that has that tech aesthetic but it still symbolizes a beautiful friendship. when the internet first began and people started talking to each other, stories about people getting friendship tattoos from people on the internet went crazy in the news. some tattoos are huge and complicated and intricate. some are simple and sweet and loving. some can start nice but change to something darker if the friendship gets unhealthy. the tattoos form without any feeling and seamlessly just like friendships do. hollywood stars and the like have some of the worst tattoos because the industry can be so shallow so they have to get makeup artists to try and fix the tattoo into something prettier or make it go away completely. throughout history some of the most iconic tattoos have formed. some cultures consider each tattoo holy. while others consider them silly and meaningless. very religious people sometimes form a tattoo with the god/goddess/deity they worship which are considered very holy to them and in religions you can’t be a religious figure without one. popular media figures get called out and looked down upon if they don’t have a tattoo with the person they’re married to or with a person they claim they are friends with. when people withdraw themselves, usually do to things like depression, friends try hard to be near them because they don’t want their tattoos to fade. some tattoos glow in the dark to symbolize friendships through tough times it can be apart of the tattoo when it first form or happen after a rough patch you and the friend went through. just basically friendship tattoos. i need more friend/platonic aus.