a little crush that grew into something more

malec fic rec

For the anon who was asking the other day, here we go!

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BANIVERSE @baniverse

Alec volunteers at an art organization known as Nephilart as a body artist. Magnus is his body model, and something special grows between them.

CLOCKWORKSWAN @clockworkswans

“Magnus freezes. It’s then that he realises. He should’ve seen it before. He’s fairly certain he’s crushing on his best friend. His neighbour. The one boy who grew alongside him.”
Childhood sweethearts AU where Alec and Magnus grow up next door to each other. Over the years, they transition from playmates to best friends to something more. But as usual, the path to happiness is always complicated. Oneshot.

CRAZYELLEPHANT @crazyellephantrambles

Alec Lightwood likes to go on road trips. He doesn’t pick up hitchhikers. But the one time he does, it’s Magnus. He’s in for an adventure or maybe even fall in love.

DORKBERTO @dorkberto

Bibliophile

Despite what his sister thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus Bane.

EVERYDAYFANDOM @everydayfandom

Sometimes someone comes along and throws you of your life path. And sometimes that’s not such a bad thing.

FIREBLAZIE @fireblazie

The mask and goggles clatter to the ground. Isabelle makes a choked noise, and Jace whispers, paper-thin, “Alec?”

Magnus stops breathing as Alec’s gaze—cold, dead, and empty—comes to rest impassively on them.

“Who the hell is Alec?”

(Loosely based on Captain America: The Winter Soldier.)

HEARTSDESIRE456 @jchelseaw

When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.

Alternate canon telling of Magnus and Alec’s story. Set in the TV ‘verse but without any of the main story of the books or TV show. There is no Valentine Circle Uprising Thing going on. It’s pretty much just an alternative version of how Alec and Magnus and their child(ren) become the Lightwood-Bane family.

KETZ @sweetillusionketz

Magnus Bane has made a name for himself in the fashion industry after raising high against all odds and becoming the Editor in Chief of the world’s most celebrated fashion magazine, Pandemonium. He’s powerful, influential, and most of all, he’s a genius.

Just not when it comes to technology. In fact, Magnus hates it with a passion.

So one can imagine his distaste when, after a huge thunderstorm, Pandemonium’s office lost every in a short circuit and he was forced to buy thousands worth of new fancy products from Light Inc., the world’s most renowned technology company.

Good thing all that high-tech crap comes with instructions in the form of Alec Lightwood.

The Olympic Games were more than the biggest sports competition of the world. It was the time for gods to be born, for the mighty to raise and triumph over fabulous feats. Athletes from all over the globe challenged the human body and competed to be consecrated the very best.

It is a time of high expectations and even higher levels of emotions. A time for greatness, for glory.

But can it also be a time for love?

After one black out too many, Ragnor and Catarina had enough of Magnus trying to drink himself to an early grave. It was time for an intervention and they had the perfect place in mind: The Institute, the best rehabilitation installation in the New York state.

Only Magnus wasn’t exactly asked for his opinion on the matter. And if there is something Magnus doesn’t like, is to be forced into something.

Maybe the Head of the Institute, Alec Lightwood, is enough of an argument to chance his mind?

Alec Lightwood had a good life in Columbus, Ohio. He was growing strong as a lawyer in his mother’s law firm and achieving his dream-career step by step. He had a good life, comfortable and steady, if not a little boring.

So, when headhunter Magnus Bane offered him an interview at the prestigious IDRIS LLP in New York, Alec decided that it couldn’t hurt to take a look. After all, one didn’t turn down IDRIS LLP off the hat, even if they weren’t really interested.

Little did he know that New York offered much more than a job in a bigger company. The city was fast, insanely alive, but most of all, it had Magnus. And Magnus changed everything.

MAGICANDARCHERY @magicandarchery

It’s Christmas Eve and Alec is just trying to get home to his family to celebrate Christmas when he suddenly finds himself stranded in the airport, frantically searching for any other way to get home.

With the help of a kind military serviceman named Luke, can Alec make it home in time for Christmas?

“A road trip?” Alec repeats instead, doing his best to hide the intrigued note in his voice at the description of the car as he sits in his chair, thumb running along the side of his middle finger. “Sounds fun.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Magnus’ voice holds a lighter tone than before. It’s subtle, but it’s there, and Alec knits his brow together. “The Pacific Coast Highway is beautiful this time of year.”

MALECISEVERYTHING @m-aleciseverything

Alec, Jace, and Simon go to Vegas for Jace’s bachelor party and things get a little bit ridiculous.

Alec wakes up the next morning and…wait a minute, who’s that in his bed?

MASTER OF UNLOCKING @withbrokenbones

Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Brooklyn, an older-than-he-seemed Warlock lived in a fashionable loft apartment…

Magnus Bane angers the wrong warlock and ends up with more than he bargained for. Not only is he cursed to live out fairytales that risk his life in increasingly creative ways, he also has to find his One True Love within the year or face dire consequences.

An AU set in the canon universe.

OH_LA_FRAISE @ohlafraise

Alec couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so natural talking to someone—usually, he stuttered and had to scramble for things to say. With Magnus, it felt like they would never run out of things to talk about. The only hiccup was when the topic of careers came up; when Alec explained in detail how he worked as an editor, Magnus simply said he worked in fashion and demurred quickly. Alec didn’t push; he could imagine “I was a reality TV star” was a topic you would want to avoid on a first date.

AKA irreverent Christmas fluff in which Magnus Bane is a name everyone recognizes except Alec.

There were three unspoken rules to the Manhattan Institute of Higher Learning, New York’s premier private K-12 school:

1) Respect that the space under the football bleachers was for sex, and only for sex.
2) Don’t eat the cafeteria meatloaf.
3) Never mention Mr. Bane to Mr. Lightwood or vice versa, unless you wanted the whole class to get extra homework.

OHPRONGS @lightwoodlesbians

or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about going out with you’ au

OTPPUREFUCKINGMAGIC @otppurefuckingmagic

magnus disappears on a thursday. there’s too much alec remembers about that day.

STARWITNESS42 @baneismyexistence

Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It’s in his blood. He’s spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

He’s doomed.

Remember the Promise, Carl Grimes.

A/N: I made another one! I hope you guys like it as much as you have the last ones!

Summary: The reader and Carl are in a “no strings attached” kind of relationship that is as complicated as can be. Due to the disapproval of the reader’s mother they’ve been sneaking around for quite some time. Despite efforts to stop it, they both feel it turning into something more.

(Flashbacks in italics)

Word Count: 15,247

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anonymous asked:

Which HSJ member would be the strict parent and which one will always be like, "Don't tell mom"? 😂😂😂

( Note: We still have more #happykeitomato requests, but since I’m having a bit of writers block with them I’ll put out a few I’ve done already first. – Mod L )

Ryosuke:

The “Don’t Tell Mom” type. He wouldn’t spoil his kids rotten, but he’d be a sucker for their puppy dog eyes and would be done for if they cried. Oh, they broke something? It’s okay, he’ll tell his s/o for them. They didn’t mean it, really! The kids want a cookie before dinner? As long as he didn’t cook, sure! He also likes teasing his s/o a bit for fun, so that adds to this attitude.

However, if it involves his daughter and her crush; the answer is always a solid NO.

Yuto:

The “Don’t Tell Mom” type. More so because he sometimes sneaks a snack before dinner or did something that would make his s/o a little annoyed, so he won’t be a hypocrite and say that his kids couldn’t do the same. What harm could it do? He’s a very chill parent. You’re too tired to do homework? One night away from it won’t do too much harm. Right?

Chinen:

The “Strict” type. More so, he leans on the stricter side more than the lenient side. It’d be no good if the kids grew up thinking their parents were pushovers, right? No, you can’t have sweets before dinner, it’ll spoil your appetite. If they’re taking classes or have a hobby, Chinen will remind them to practice or else he won’t take them to some store they wanted to go to. That goes double for homework. He wants to raise his children right and that means you can’t always be their friend. However, there are a few moments where he’ll feel that the kids deserve a break and will be lenient. ‘Okay, since you’ve been good lately I’ll let it slide.’

Keito:

Neither. He wants to do right by his s/o, so if they say no then it’s no from him as well. He only leans on the lenient side if the kids either didn’t ask you at all, lied, or asked him first and you weren’t around for consultation. In those situations; it’s an 80% yes from him. He always second guesses his decision, however, and wonders if he did the right thing. He really depends on you to help him with good parenting.

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Campfire - Lucas friar

Requested: yes:))) thank you !

hi!i love your account and imagines ☺️ I was wondering if you could do one where everyone is in Texas and it’s where Vanessa comes in and Maya and Riley do the girlfriend thing but instead of Riley could you do the reader and Lucas gets a tiny bit jealous (but they’re not together because the reader doesn’t know Lucas likes them) and they’re at the camp fire and maybe you could take it from there?

Pairing: Lucas x reader ( and the first one , WOOO!)

Warnings: none


Farkle , Maya , Riley and zay all say at the table at chubby’s as Lucas and y/n danced.

“You didn’t want him to get hurt because you care about him. ” Farkle said , Maya glaring at him.

“I care about all of us. ” she insisted.

“You care about him. ” Farkle replied stubbornly.

“I care about all of us. "She growled.

"You care about him.” Said Riley.

“I will kill you. "The blonde said sharply, glaring at the both of them.

"I’m not gonna care about anybody for the rest of my life, all right? I tried it once. Didn’t work. From now on, I like nobody. ” zay said , leaning back in his seat. Just then his ex girl friend , Vanessa , walked in.

“Zay?” She asked , walking up to the table. She wasn’t expecting to see him here. Zay looked at her , shocked.

“Unbelievable. ” he said in exasperation.

“How’s New York been treating you?” She asked , softly.

“Good, yeah. Just trying to fit in. Making new friends… "He replied.

"Well, looks like you made some. Wanna introduce me? ” she asked.

“Yeah. Um, this is Farkle… ” he pointed to Farkle.

“Texas lady. ” Farkle said flirtatiously.

“Riley,” he pointed to Riley.

“How ya doin’” she greeted.

“And this is my friend, Maya. ” he pointed to Maya. She stood up , quickly.

“You did not just do that. ” she said angrily.

“What? ” zay asked , confused with his friends sudden anger towards him.

“You did not just introduce your girlfriend as your friend. ” she scoffed , sitting next to him.

“What? ” he asked again.

“Isaiah Earl Babineaux… ” Maya said in a threatening tone. Vanessa interrupted.

“Your middle name is earl?” He asked , confused.

“No. ”

“The next time you introduce your girlfriend as your friend, we are through. Do you hear me?” Maya said sternly.

“ I mean, I hear you, but I… ” zay said , still not catching onto what she was doing.

“Put your arm around me. Twirl my hair. Call me honey nugget. ” Maya demanded.

“Hi, honey nugget. ” zay said , twirling her hair and feeling very confused and uncomfortable.

“Hi, hunkalicious. ” she said flirtatiously.

“A little possessive, no?” Vanessa said to zay.

“Well, the good ones you don’t let get away, you know what I mean? With all the girls chasing him around New York City, you have to swoop right in or he’ll be gone. I said, "you have to swoop right in or he will”… Maya said , making Y/n rush over and join in on the act.

“Isaiah Hank Babineaux. ” she exclaimed. Lucas walked over and glared at zay, taking a seat next to Farkle.

“No… ” zay interrupted and Y/n continued.

“I don’t care. I only care that you don’t let Maya get her hooks into you when you know you are mine. ” she said , glaring at Maya

“This is my friend, y/n… ” zay introduced her to Vanessa.

“now, how do you like it when he calls you a friend, Y/n?” Maya asked and Riley smiled.

“I do not like when you call me just "friend.”

Well, what would you like for me to call you?

I would like for you to call me… Sugar bunny. “ She said awkwardly.

"Good girl. I know that was hard.” Maya said , patting her shoulder.

“ Zay, is it possible I’ve misjudged you? ” Vanessa asked.

“It’s possible, Vanessa. ” Y/n said smugly.

“How do you know my name?” Vanessa asked curiously.

“Um… Too much. ”

“Too much.”

“Too much. ”

Maya ,Farkle and Riley , Lucas and Riley all ran away to the dance floor.

“Hey everybody. Welcome to chubby’s famous barbecue,home of the best ribs in Texas.” A man said into the mic. Lucas looked over to Y/n and smiled as he watched her giggle with the girls and Farkle.

“I grew up here!” Farkle yelled.

“Okay well we’re about to introduce two lovely ladies and one of them is from here too. Please welcome , Maddie and tae!”

Everyone cheered.

The girls came up and started to sing. Y/n looked over to Lucas to see him dancing with Riley and Maya. Her smile faltered but she shook it off and danced with Farkle. Little did she know Lucas was glaring at the back of farkles head, wishing he was in his place.

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Lucas was entranced by Y/n in the fire light. He watched her intently as she stared at the fire in deep Thought. Every one had left but those two. Zay and Vanessa left together , Riley , Maya and Farkle all leaving to get ice cream.

Lucas thought back to the restaurant. He thought of zays arm around her. He thought of how she said she didn’t want to be his friend. What if that’s how she really felt? What if she had feelings for zay and not Lucas? His face grew hot in anger and his jaw clenched , his hands forming fists. Y/n looked over worriedly.

“Lucas? You okay?” She asked , scooting over to him and putting her arm around him. He tensed and she pulled away. “Lucas?”

“I can’t take it any more!” He yelled, jumping up and scaring the girl. She coward away a little , afraid she had done something to make him angry.

“L-Lucas what are you talking about?” She asked, looking up and the boy she’s had a crush on since the day they met. His beautiful eyes were clouded over with frustration and lust.

“I can’t stand to see you with someone else. Someone besides me. I hate that it took me this long but Y/n I like you , I like you a lot. And anytime I see you with another guy all I can think about is how I want to be the one to put a smile on that beautiful face, how I want to make your eyes light up , to be the one to make you laugh, I want to be your and I want you to be mine. I know you don’t feel the same , but I couldn’t go another second without letting you know.” He said pitifully. All the years of love and frustrated pouring out of him in a few seconds.

Y/n stared up at him, complete silence falling over the both of them.

“Please…say something. Anything. ” he begged. She remained silent. She stood up and slowly walked over to him, before grabbing his face in her trembling hands and looking into his beautiful green eyes. Then she smashed her lips into his, expressing everything she’s been wanted to say without even opening her mouth.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he held her tightly. She hung her arms around his neck and pulled away.

“I think I got my point across.” She smiled. Just then ,Riley ,Maya and Farkle all came out.

“It’s about time.” Farkle said. The two looked at them in shock.

“You heard all of that?” Y/n asked and they all nodded. Lucas interrupted.

“Wait. Riley , Maya , you aren’t upset? ” he asked carefully. They smiled and shook their heads.

“We’ll get over it eventually, huckleberry. We knew you two liked each other for a while. Besides , we couldn’t live with ourselves if we knew we were standing between you two.” Maya said , walking over and wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. They all smiled to each other.

Texas was truly an amazing place.


This took a lot longer than I wanted but I’ve been busy all day with my friend and mom. I hope you enjoyed it!

Violent Dances - Damian Wayne x Reader

Prompt: One where the reader is the daughter of hero-pair that fights the league of shadows while she grew up, so when they grew up she and Damian had non-stop run-ins and grew to be a deep bond of mutual respect and understanding. Over the years she gets a crush on him and decides to leave, so she wouldn’t have to fight him anymore, thinking it’s one-sided and he would never leave his family. She joins the Titans and years later he shows up as Robin. And he is mad because he had a crush on her too. plz (Requested by anon) + hi can i request a fic where damian and the reader were friends but the reader moves and comes back a few years later but he doesnt really recognize them so he doesnt bother with them until they say something to him (btw i adore your writing)

All your life it’s been the same thing, a never ending battle against those who would seek to wrong the world. It was how you were raised. Being the daughter of two vigilantes meant that you were taught the necessities of defending yourself from a young age.

Ever since you could remember your parents were in an never ending battle against the League of Assassins. But if it wasn’t for your parents and their feud with the League you would have never had met you’re unlikely friend, Damian Al Ghul.

You found kindred souls in one another. You were both fighting battles that you were born into. You could see in his eyes that he, like you, wondered what else the world had to offer beyond the roles your parents expected you to fill.

During your early childhood any encounters you had with the young Al Ghul was short and unintended but once you were allowed to fight for yourself the two of you started having more and more run ins. He was by far your fiercest opponent and you hated him for it. After years after years of run ins and close battles you grew to respect him. He was still a thorn in your side, yes but you could see a bit of yourself behind his piercing intense eyes.

Somewhere along the way between the begrudging battles to the death and peacockish insults you grew a little more than fond of him. In a way, the Al Ghul boy was the only boy your age that you came in contact with so it was only natural that he became your first crush. You were infatuated with him but that didn’t stop you from doing what was expected of you. Besides, you could never love an Al Ghul.

So you admired the Al Ghul boy, your greatest enemy, from afar. But while your infatuation was still fresh and young Damian disappeared from the League. You worried that something horrible had happened to him and while your heart hurt at the very thought, your mind chastised you.

Shouldn’t it be a good thing that there was one less Al Ghul to terrorize the world?

Then why does your heart ache so much?

Years go on since the Al Ghul boy disappeared and you start to become your own person. You separate yourself from your parents and join the Teen Titans. You’ve long since realized that you had the same passion for justice that your parents did but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become your own person. Here, surrounded by so many young vigilantes, you began to shape your own identity.

A sudden loud commotion down the hall pulled you out of your thoughts. You sighed and walked over to see what was going on. You were suddenly put on offensive alert when you saw an intruder pinning Garfield to the ground. In a flurry of action you launched yourself at the attacker, threw him off of Beast Boy and pinned him to the ground yourself.

You were about to demand that he identify himself before you were caught in a familiar pair of green piercingly fierce eyes.

“Woah, woah, woah, [Y/N]! Chill! The dude’s cool! We’re cool!” Garfield tried calming you. Your head snapped over to him and you looked at him incredulously.

What?” You growled.

“It’s fine [Y/N]. Damian’s joining us! We were just settling something, I swear” Garfield explained.

“Do you have any idea who he is? The scores of innocents that he and his family have killed?” You shouted accusingly still keeping the Al Ghul pinned to the ground below you.

“Do I know you?” Damian sneered up at you. He had to admit that seemed a little familiar to him but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He’s wronged so many people in his life that you could be any number of people.

“No.” You ground out through your teeth and pushed yourself off of him. Figures he wouldn’t remember you. In all fairness you changed a lot since growing up but you still recognized him. You didn’t bother offering to help him it, instead opting to rush out of the room fuming.

Why was he here? He wasn’t a hero so why the sudden change in heart? Was he even here to help is this some sort of elaborate ruse?

Either way you didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him.

Over the next couple of days while Damian settled in the Tower, you were sure to keep a close eye on him. You were sure that he must be up to something. What other reason would he have for being here?

You were able to avoid interacting with him until you were training late one night to blow off some steam. He came in without you noticing and watched you train with a critical eye.

“You’re off balance. Widen your stance.” He instructed firmly. You glared at the punching bag in front of you and landed a solid punch against the unsuspecting bag.

“I don’t recall asking you.” You growled.

“What’s your problem with me?” Damian asked bluntly. You punched the bag once more in fury before catching it in your arms.

“My problem is that your traipse in here pretending like you own the place. My problem is that after everything you and your family has done you expect to change your moral alignment on a whim without consequences. My problem is that I dedicated my entire childhood to fighting you and your family and you don’t even have the decency to remember me.” You snarled, fuming by the time you finished answering his question.

“Wait. You think I don’t remember you?” Damian asked pushing himself off the wall and walking towards you.

“Wait. You remember me?”

“I’ll admit I didn’t recognize you until after our latest encounter but we’ve just about taken each other’s heads off dozens of times when we were younger. How could I not remember you?” He asked with a small secret smile.

“What happened to you Al Ghul? When you disappeared … “ You trailed off looking down at the ground, not quite sure how much you were willing to admit to him.

“What? Were you worried about me?” He teased dryly.

“No.” You replied stubbornly. “I just … It got boring without you is all.” You reasoned with a casual shrug.

“So you did miss me.” He cooed.

“Shut up and fight me, Al Ghul.” You said throwing him a practice bo staff and grabbing one yourself. He caught it effortlessly and smiled with anticipation. You grinned feeling tingling excitement at the prospect of being able to perform this violent dance with him again.

“It’s Wayne.” He corrected.

“Huh?”

“My last name. It’s Wayne now. I’ve left that life behind me and I don’t intend to go back… In case you had any doubts about that.” Damian went on to explain in a more vulnerable voice. You could see an unspoken sadness in his eyes, a story that was left untold.

“It’s fitting.” You complimented. “Back to the matter at hand though. You remember how to use that thing right?” You ask pointing to the staff in his hands. He rolled his eyes and moved to a fighting stance.

And so the dance began.  

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” (Rafe x Reader, fluff, requested drabble)

Bc the idea of Rafe being safe & happy and a father is what helps us sleep at night lbr - enjoy!! xx

Word Count: 765

Warnings: Implied past abuse from a parent 

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The other side of the bed is unusually cold when you reach your arm over in the middle of the night.

“Rafe?” you whisper, but get no response. You figure it was something to do with work that got him up at 2am in the morning, but you can’t help but worry at his absence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and grab the robe hanging on the door to the bedroom, slipping it over your shoulders.

You check his office first. The lights are out, the room empty. You walk to the stairs and peer over the edge into the kitchen; lights out. Room empty. As you make your way back upstairs to run by his office again, you notice a sliver of light underneath your daughter’s bedroom door. You hadn’t wanted to risk disturbing her sleep, so you’d skipped it. Slowly, you tip toe to her room and crack open the door.

The sight nearly makes your heart stop. Rafe is sitting up in the bed with her in his lap, his black-rimmed glasses upon his face as he holds a picture book out in front of the two of them, quietly reading to her. Her face lights up at his words and you see his expressions change depending on the character. He loves this as much as she does.

“Dada,” she says, pointing to something in the book. He glances down at her, gaze following her finger to whatever she’s pointing to.

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s a duckling,” he whispers, craning his neck to whisper it softly against her hair. She giggles and claps her hands in delight, turning in his lap to face him. She collapses dramatically against his chest and wraps her arms around as much of him as she can reach.

He lets out a soft laugh, “You ready to go back to sleep?” he asks, closing the book and reaching over to place it back on her nightstand. She mumbles something unintelligible against him as he wraps his arms around her, lifting her as he stands carefully. He holds her with one arm, pulls back her covers and sets her back down in her bed.

“You want the nightlight on?” he asks and she nods sleepily. He reaches to turn on the little star-shaped light next to her bed and sits back down on the edge of her bed, lifting a slow hand to her head and petting her hair gently. Her breaths become deep and even.

Rafe Adler never thought he would be a father. Had never wanted it. He saw what his father did to him and in the small hours of night, he could admit that his greatest fear was not losing his fortune, it was never losing Avery’s treasure to the brothers Drake, it was failing his child as his father had failed him. He could think of no greater crime than crushing the spirit of one’s own child so repeatedly, so hatefully, that they grew to loathe themselves for what had been done to them. 

He thought of his father more than he would care to admit, mostly because doing so would be admitting that he still held something over him. He had just been a little boy wanting to spend time with his father, and he had no way of knowing what would happen, and no way to change it. He would never want any of that for his child, was terrified to think he was capable of it, despite many late-night conversations with you in which you’d assured him that he wasn’t.

“Rafe,” you whisper, and his gaze snaps up to you, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you say with a small smile. Rafe leans down to kiss his daughter’s head before standing slowly and walking back over to you, closing the door carefully behind him.

He wraps an arm around your waist, kisses you on your cheek and hums in response, “She couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you,” he says and you lean up to kiss him, framing his face with your hands.

“You’re an amazing father,” you whisper against his lips and though you can’t see him very well through the darkness, you feel his lips turn up in a smile against yours.

The two of you slip back into bed, Rafe soft and warm against your back as he nuzzles his face into your neck, wraps an arm around your waist and drifts back to sleep. And tonight, thoughts of his father are far from his mind.

Not A Game

Originally posted by pyojamas

Not A Game

Three hours.

Three of the longest, pleasantly torturous hours of your life. You’d wrapped up assisting the Block B shoot a while ago. Most of the boys had moved on to go back to their dorm, or to simply enjoy their day off. Jiho however made it his mission to tease you until you were a flustered mess.

“Don’t you have some place to be?” You turned around, after hanging up the new wardrobe.

He grinned, sitting on your desk. “Nope, not at all. I have the whole day off and I’m going to spend it with my favorite Noona.”

“What if I don’t want to spend my day with you?” before you could walk away he grabbed your hand pulling you between his legs. “Jiho…” you whispered as his hands moved up your arms. He leaned in closer seeing you close your eyes.

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“My Heart I Surrender”

Request: Chibs imagine based off of the song “My Heart I Surrender by I Prevail.”

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities between two people

Pairing: Chibs X Reader

I’m a ghost in your eyes.

A shadow you can’t seem to recognize

   You never really knew what it was like to be miserable until you became a bartender for the Sons of Anarchy.

   When you first got the job you were so thrilled to be working around such cool and laid back people, that was until you fell for the gorgeous Scotsman Phillip Telford.

   At first you thought it would be nothing more than a silly little crush, but as the months went on and you got to know each other better that crush slowly grew into something bigger, something much more complicated.

   You loved him and it wasn’t the kind of love you have for a band or for a television show, but the kind of love where you accept everything about the person, the good and the bad, and you embrace it. The kind of love where you would throw yourself in front of a bullet for the other.

   The part that made you miserable was the fact that he didn’t feel the same way, and if he did he sure had a damn funny way of showing it.

   He was constantly screwing new croweaters or strippers, right in front of you nonetheless, and it broke your heart to pieces.

   You had tried flirting with him but he never seemed to pick up on the hints you were dropping, so you remained a ghost to him.

Now I’m left here with this emptiness inside,

Why can’t I make you mine?

   You stood there and watched the croweater who was currently, uh entertaining him, lean down and whisper something in his each to which he only replied with a smirk.

   He got up off of the couch and grabbed her by the hand, sending a wink your way, before he led her back to the dorms.

   You felt anger and sadness course through your veins and you had to take a moment to consider what you were doing before you turned to Gemma who had been watching you with pity in her eyes the whole time.

   “I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” you said before tearing off the apron you were wearing and slamming it down on the counter.

   You tore out of the clubhouse, ignoring Gemma’s calls of your name as you got into your car and tore out of the lot, heading straight for your place.

   You were never one to run away but the emptiness that you felt when you saw Chibs with another girl was crippling and you needed to get out, to forget about him.

   You soon pulled into your driveway, stopping your car but leaving it running, as you knew you wouldn’t be in there long.

   The truth is that you knew this was a long time coming and you had had your bags packed for a couple of weeks now.

   You grabbed them and made a quick exit, making sure to lock the door before you  threw your bags in the backseat and got back in your car, heading straight for the highway.

   You were almost in the clear when you heard the familiar rumble of a Dyna just as you were passing the ‘Welcome to Charming’ sign.

   You looked in the rearview mirror to see Chibs motioning for you to pull over.

   You have no idea what in the world possessed you to do so, but you found yourself pulling onto the shoulder of the road and getting out of the car, pure rage driving you.

   “What?!” you asked coming to a stop a few feet from his bike and placing your hands on your hip.

   “Where ya’ going lass? Gemma said you quit, is everything okay?” he asked looking at you with those caring eyes you loved so much.

   ‘Damn him.’ you thought ‘Damn his and those eyes. Damn him and his caring nature. Where was this while I was suffering all of these months.’

   You ran a hand down your face in frustration.

   “No Fillip! Everything’s not okay and you want to know why?!” you asked looking at his taken aback expression.

   You didn’t even give him a chance to answer before you were speaking again.

   “It’s because of you you bastard!” you screamed earning a shocked look from him.

   “What the hell?! I haven’t done anything!” he screamed back, getting off of his bike.

   You were sure that to any passerby you two looked like crazy people, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

   “Exactly! I’ve been dropping hints and desperately flirting with you these past few months, making myself look like a fool, only for you to turn to Croweaters every night! I’m done Chibs! You’re obviously not interested so I need to leave, I need to leave and move on from you!” you yelled, realising immediately that you had just told him everything.

   “(y/n) I-” he started, the sentence dying in his throat.

   You felt tears start to sting your eyes and for the second time that night you turned your back on the man you loved and ran to your car.

   You pulled away and sped off so fast that you didn’t hear him yelling after you.

   “(y/n)! Lass no, please come back! I love you!” he shouted into the night air feeling his heart drop as he watched your car speed away into the night.

   He didn’t know when or how but one day you would hear him tell you those words, he was sure of it.

These words you should always remember,

To you, my heart I surrender.

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“SOMEONE ASK ME ABOUT MY SUPERCORP HEADCANONS”

Okay who asks out who first and what’s their first date like??

HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT

  • so lena had planned on the gala being their first date like one hundred thousand percent planned for it
    • like……..pot stickers??????  at a gala??????  ok lena, calm ur gay ass down
  • but when mon-el/mike/bane of my existence jumped in my girl backtracked HARD like “what omg youre my only friend and i totally meant everything i just said in a pal way and not in a gal pal way what who’s gay 4 kara danvers not me thats for sure” and swallowed her Gay Frustration with the Lip Bite™ 
  • and so after her first attempt at asking out one (1) kara danvers failed spectacularly (as she told her therapist later in the week, stretched out on the couch with an arm thrown over her eyes, mostly hiding her blush (”Lena, do you have a crush?”  “………ANYWAY”)) lena went back to the drawing board and figured that maybe something more casual and markedly less dangerous would be a good idea. 
  • so!  she does a little digging 
    • or, more accurately, has her assistant do a little digging bc apparently international investors don’t give a shit that she’s trying to impress a pretty girl 
  • but she finds out kara’s favorite restaurant and while there’s a part of her that’s like i grew up filthy rich and like to make my shitty parents angry by blowing the family fortune on treating pretty girls and buying expensive cars there’s more of her that likes kara best when she’s relaxed and open and she’s sure an extravagant dinner would probably result in a lot of adorable, yet frustrating fluster  
  • now lena luthor is nothing if not prepared, so her plans are in place, she’s prepped, she’s ready, she’s got this (and a good dose of self-confidence that borders on arrogance at times that’s v handy for fighting off the gripping fear she has bc kara actually is her only friend, really, and if this is wrong or she fucks up somehow, she’s kind of scared to lose her??)
  • but then kara just……just fucking beats her to it
  • they’ve started getting lunch a couple times a week (more accurately, kara brings her lunch bc lena has a habit of working through the meal and then dinner after it and not eating until far too late)
    • (not that kara’s been keeping tabs on her.  or taking the long way home in order to fly past the L-Corp building or looping back to see if lena made it home safely.  what.  dont look at her)
  • anyway so they’ve been eating together pretty regularly and so lena’s not super surprised to hear her office door open and then look up to see kara there, grinning and holding an obscene amount of takeout in her arms (most of which, lena’s learned by now, is kara’s)
    • she asked her about it, just to see her squirm a little (because seriously???  ofc lena knows abt supergirl.  she figured it out abt twenty minutes after meeting her)
      • “where do you put it all?”
      • “OH uh um i work out, like, a lot” and kara’s like beet red
  • ANYWAY they end up on the couch, facing each other and talking and laughing and kara manages to inhale most of the food while lena’s still working her way through her fried rice and there’s a lull in the conversation and lena’s just about to say something when kara’s phone buzzes and she frowns when she looks at the message, heaving a sigh as she tucks it away in her purse once again.  and lena cant let that go so she asks and then kara’s off in a mini-rant about her older sister being such a jerk and making fun of her for being a wimp about not just kiss–
    • thats as far as kara gets before she turns red and slaps her hand over her mouth
      • (lena’s pretty sure she knows where this is going)
  • lena puts her food down and shuffles closer until they’re pressed against each other and she leans in and asks if she can kiss kara and kara, lil dork that she is, is still blushing so much and she squeaks out a yes and they kiss and its like OH GOD WOW
    • when lena pulls away, kara looks remarkably more put together than lena feels at the moment, all lipstick smudged and hair a mess.  but then kara’s grinning and asking her to dinner and then it’s lena’s turn to blush a lil

SO THE DATE (IM SORRY THI S IS SO LONG)

  • first date, attempt 1: cancelled due to alien alex getting food poisoning
  • first date, attempt 2: cancelled due to alien alex having a ‘rough time’
  • first date, attempt 3: cancelled due to alien alex having girl problems
  • first date, attempt 4: cancelled due to alien alex spraining her ankle
  • first date, attempt 5: cancelled due to alien alex flooded her apartment
    • “kara you cant keep using me as your only excuse, she’ll think i’m falling apart or something and i need to be able to intimidate her use WINN FOR GODS SAKE”
  • first date, attempt 6: cancelled due to someone else trying to assassinate lena, literally right as she’s about to meet kara, but supergirl saves her (lena tries v v hard to keep her mouth shut abt how this is a perfect first date, really) (kara’s flying her back to her apartment and lena doesn’t have a taste for shocking superheroes so much that they accidentally drop you into the bustling city traffic below)
  • first date, attempt 7: kara texts lena right at the end of her workday (though she knows lena would be planning on working much longer) and asks if she wants to come over for dinner and a movie and lena sends back an affirmative answer literally immediately and tells her assistant to push all her meetings to later in the week.  she shows up at kara’s dressed casually (or, like, casually for Lena Luthor, Lesbian Billionaire CEO) and kara’s already ordered food in and then they’re just sitting, side by side and lena reaches over to grab kara’s hand and then kara’s lacing their fingers and then it’s a competition (albeit one that ends with lena in kara’s lap and kara’s hands on lena’s hips, waist, thighs and lena’s got one hand tangled in kara’s hair and did you know that kara likes getting her hair pulled??  lena didnt but good god she does now)
    • and lisTEN lena is not complaining in the slightest bc this new position gives her a lil leverage on kara and do you know how defined her biceps are????  illegally so
      • its just that usually it’s lena that ends up with a lapful of pretty girl so she’s a lil thrown off balance and by a little i mean she is literally thrown off balance and almost tumbles to the floor and kara catches her but, in the process, ends up falling back, bringing lena with her and then they’re giggling and then full on laughing and lena drops her forehead against kara’s shoulder and then kara’s righting them, and the mood is effectively broken but its nice just to curl up against kara and finish the movie, feel how warm she is against lena, how solid and safe
        • thats sort of when lena knows she’s fucked
The Evolution of Olicity

There are quite a few people on the internet who insist that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship came out of nowhere. In a sense, they’re right. Oliver and Felicity started out as nothing, but then blossomed into one of the most healthy, dynamic, loving relationships on the show. This post is going to show how they developed, and show that Oliver and Felicity falling in love with each other is a development that was 2 seasons in the making.

The intent of this post isn’t to compare and contrast relationships or to make assumptions about their scenes, it’s to show what happened and the intent behind said scenes (something of which a lot of people missed). 

(Disclaimer: I tried to be as objective in my analyses as possible!) 

This post will be divided up into two sections, Season 1 and Season 2. So I hope this read is enlightening! 

Season 1: Where Oliver and Felicity go from being strangers, to acquaintances/colleagues, to friends/partners. 

Episode 1x03 - The first time Oliver and Felicity first laid eyes on each other

This is known to be an iconic moment. Why? Because Oliver doesn’t usually smile. And even though this wasn’t his first smile after coming back, the fact that Felicity Smoak has the power to make him smile so easily means a lot. It’s a great foundation to a strong relationship and shows just how easily Felicity affects Oliver.

In 3x01 Oliver tells Felicity that she was the first person that he could see as a person and not a threat or target, and there’s truth to that. Because ever since his return, Oliver hid from his family because he didn’t want them to know what happened to him, he didn’t want them to know who/what he became. He went through a lot of effort to keep himself closed off from them. It also didn’t help that he felt pressure from his family and friends to be normal. To be like the Oliver Queen they once knew. But with Felicity, he didn’t have that pressure, he didn’t really have the need to hide. Why? Because even though she knew he was feeding her bullshit excuses, she never pushed him to reveal more than he did and she never expected anything from him. And Oliver took comfort in that.

Episode 1x09, 1x11, 1x12 - Oliver keeps going back to Felicity for help. But why does he? 

Oliver could’ve gone to anyone in the world to seek help, he could’ve gone to someone other than Felicity to avoid her getting suspicious of his ‘nightly activities’. But he went back to Felicity regardless. And by doing so he knew he was risking her figuring out that he was the hood, risking her telling the cops, risking everything he’d been working for ever since he came back. Why would Oliver do this? Because Oliver just trusts Felicity. He trusts her intelligence, he trusts her to get the job done, but he also trusts her not to push him for answers (as proven in episode 1x03) and trusts her not hand him into the police if she had her suspicions. 

Not only that, Felicity trusts him in return. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, she doesn’t understand why Oliver makes those ridiculous requests, but she still helps him, because she trusts Oliver enough to know that he’s not doing anything malevolent with the information she gives him. And this trust is verbalized when they meet at Big Belly Burger and Felicity hands Oliver the book Walter gave her. It’s also the moment when Oliver and Felicity stop bull shitting each other. Oliver is done being fake to Felicity, and Felicity is done humoring him. 

Thus, the trust aspect of their relationship is born. 

Episode 1x14 - Oliver finally reveals his identity to Felicity

Even though Oliver doesn’t explicitly tell Felicity he trusts her, he shows her that he does by revealing his true identity to her. After he’s shot by his own mother, the first person he can think of to help him is Felicity. Oliver could’ve easily let her take him to a neutral site where Digg could’ve met them, but instead, he asked her to take him to the lair. 

In the end, Oliver’s trust in Felicity and letting her in on his secret is essentially the bridge between them going from acquaintances to colleagues, which is what she becomes when they shake hands and she joins Oliver’s crusade.

Episode 1x15 - Felicity questions teaming with Oliver and helps show him a different path

It wouldn’t be normal of Felicity if she was okay with Oliver killing people. This scene is a firm indication that Felicity won’t bend to Oliver’s needs. She won’t change her beliefs or values for him or the crusade. It’s an important scene because it shows that Felicity can go toe to toe with Oliver, that she’s not afraid of him. Not only that, but in the end, Oliver accommodates Felicity. He goes by her way. Why?  Because he knows the team needs her, they need her expertise. Oliver understands her value to the team. 

This is the first time Felicity showed Oliver that there can be another way, that he can be better. And Oliver listened to her judgement. It was a very important episode for that because it shows just how positive an influence Felicity has on Oliver’s life at a very early stage. 

Episode 1x17, 1x18 - Their bond grows

It would’ve been easy to believe that Oliver wouldn’t really worry over a woman he met a few months ago. Oliver could’ve easily been all business with Felicity, and the audience probably would’ve bought it. But Oliver was never like that with Felicity.

 Episode 17 is a good indicator that Oliver has come to care about Felicity. As soon as he gets a call from her, he rushes to help her. He untied her and gently put his hand on the back of her neck and made sure she was okay before he did anything else. This moment showed a different side of Oliver, a caring side. And it’s a testament to their growing bond. 

Episode 18 is also critical to Oliver and Felicity’s growing relationship and critical to Oliver’s growth as well (thanks to Felicity). Yes, Felicity is shown to have a little crush on Oliver by ogling him while he works out, but what’s more important is that in this episode, it’s Oliver who provides Felicity comfort and support. When Felicity feels like she’s failed, she laments how maybe it’s good to stay single and alone, because she wouldn’t know how to tell her significant other about her day. This is a statement that affects Oliver greatly. And in the end, he doesn’t accept that. He learns that being isolated doesn’t help which is why he tells Felicity that he will listen to her whenever she needs someone to talk to. 

This moment shows the solidification of their friendship. A friendship that is mutually beneficial. We all knew that Felicity’s there for Oliver, but this moment is where Oliver reciprocates that sentiment. 

Episode 1x21, 1x22 - The beginning of Oliver and Felicity’s partnership

Episode 21 is the first time Felicity calls Oliver her partner, and it’s true as it’s the first time she goes into the field with Oliver. She trusts him to have her back, and in the end that’s what partners do.

This episode is where Felicity’ completes her mission in finding Walter. But instead of terminating her position in the team, she decides to stay. This decision shows that Felicity is truly Oliver’s partner in all of this because she wants to stay and help him save the city. She’s all in. And by this point, it’d be impossible to get rid of her. 

Felicity follows Oliver into the field again in episode 22 when she goes to recover some data at Merlyn Global. And even as their partnership grows, their friendship never wanes, it actually strengthens. This is shown through subtle scenes (like the gifs above). By this point in their relationship, Oliver and Felicity openly worry about one another, they know one another well enough to know that something isn’t okay. These are little moments, but they’re really important. 

What isn’t so subtle in this episode is Felicity’s growing crush as she accidentally admits she sees Oliver in a more romantic light as she says she imagined Oliver saying “hold onto me tight” under different circumstances. 

Episode 1x23 - The solidification of Oliver and Felicity’s partnership where Felicity shows unwavering faith and belief in Oliver. 

This episode is extremely important for Oliver and Felicity as it’s the culmination of their growing bond as they grew from being mere acquaintances to partners. But let’s not forget that this season also showed that Felicity at this point is attracted to Oliver in a more than platonic sense. 

In episode 23, Felicity is the first person to call Oliver a hero in this series and it’s partly because of how much Oliver has opened up to her and Diggle on this show. At this point, she (and Diggle) knows and understand Oliver better than anyone else on this show, and a lot of that has to do with the trust and honesty they built together. 

In the beginning of this episode, Felicity stands up for Oliver and his crusade to Quentin which shows just how much faith she has in Oliver and just how much she believes in him. Felicity understands all of the sacrifices Oliver has made and understands what Oliver goes through on a daily basis. This is something Felicity commends and respects him for. 

Oliver reciprocates this respect later on in the episode, not verbally, but by a single look (thank you, Mr. Amell). When Felicity tells him “If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving”, you can see the respect and admiration Oliver has for her. You can see him come to understand just how much of an amazing woman Felicity is. Some say this is a turning point regarding Oliver’s feelings for Felicity, but that’s debatable. 

As stated before, this episode is the culmination of what they’ve been building since 1x03. What they’ve worked towards this entire season, and it’s a close friendship as well as a partnership that’s based on the honesty, trust, mutual respect, and a fondness of one another that’s been shown throughout the entire season. 

Season 2: Where Oliver and Felicity grow from being good friends/partners to something more…

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holycaribou  asked:

kayla gimme 5 jasico hogwarts au headcanons now go go go this is ur captain speaking

Yes, Captain Carrie! I suck at coming up with headcanons like this, so brace yourselves.

  • .Jason dated fellow Gryffindor, Piper, for a time and everyone thought they were endgame but eventually they both decided to end it; Piper wanted to have some time to discover herself, and Jason found himself crushing on the short, angry Hufflepuff, Nico di Angelo
  • Nico being Nico, refused to acknowledge that the human golden retriever had a crush on him for months, but Jason was determined to show him that his affections were genuine. Took a little help from Piper, Hazel, and Annabeth, but Nico eventually agreed to a date. “One date! That’s it!” he had said
  • Oh how he couldn’t have been more wrong. Their relationship grew and Jason soon found that Nico loved to “borrow” his clothes. He was missing at least 3 sweaters, a couple scarves, and numerous t-shirts. 
  • If Nico took off his robe, you’d probably see him wearing something of Jason’s. It wasn’t an uncommon sight during the winter to see a Gryffindor scarf around the Hufflepuff’s neck. He swore that Jason’s scarves were warmer than his own. (He’d never admit it, but he just loved having Jason’s presence around him even when he wasn’t there)
  • Jason loves being affectionate with Nico, even when they’re not alone. At first Nico was really embarrassed because public displays of affection!? Eventually, he just goes with it. Besides, he’s great in Charms and DADA, so if anyone said anything, he’d just kick their ass.
  • Jason falls fast and hard. It scares him how fast he’d come to love Nico
  • Nico falls just as quickly but the idiots don’t tell each other until well after a year of being together. 
  • It was actually Nico who decided to tell Jason “I love you” first
  • He decided while zoning out in History of Magic, and after his last class of the day ended he raced to find Jason before his courage left him. 
  • He ran into him, quite literally, on the staircase the led up to the Fat Lady’s portrait
  • Nico being the socially awkward boy he is, just blurted out the words
  • Jason went into stunned silence and Nico nearly had a panic attack until Jason kissed him quickly and said it back
  • Nico then proceeded to jump into Jason’s arms and kiss him properly…until they lost their balance when the staircase started moving
  • They both fell and Nico ended up with a concussion and Jason broke his wrist trying to break their fall
  • They were stuck in the Hospital Wing for the rest of the night because Madam Pomfrey didn’t trust the two love-struck idiots to be able to maneuver the staircases

Wow that ended up being a lot more than 5, but I got a little carried away hehe.

“and it finally hits you. it finally hits you hard. you realize it wasn’t just some silly crush that you had. it was something more than that. it started from a small little spark that grew into a flame. and it finally hits you that you’ve fallen in love with this boy. you can’t control the way you feel about him and you just lose it. he doesn’t know how much you love him and he doesn’t know how he’s your everything and all you ever wanted but you know if you tell him everything will just fall apart, again.” — wjtr |

anonymous asked:

Can't get over the fact that Jensen mouths "it's so big" in the gag reel.. WHY?! W-H-Y? Sometimes I think maybe I'm delusional that cockles is not real but than something like this happens and the only thing I can do is delivery my heart and soul for the cockles love

Cockles is real– very, very real.

I mean, even if you’re just looking at it as a couple of friends constantly making inappropriate, dirty jokes to one another … it’s still different.

Jared jokes constantly– right? With everyone about everything … but that’s just it, Jared jokes about everything with everyone.

Jensen however, seems to joke in that specific way with just Misha. Sure, he will make fun of Jared’s hair and tease all the other cast members about this and that– but Misha, it’s like a schoolboy-crush kind of teasing. Everything he says to the man is sexual or flirtatious. Every time he talks about Misha, he speaks with a sort of dreamy reverence. If the man is in the same room as him– he is either constantly staring or laughing hysterically … there is no in between. Their friendship has something more than just the standard “guy” friendship.

There’s no doubt Jensen is a sensitive dude and he feels a little deeper with his friends than most– he sees the men especially as his brothers– just like the ones he grew up with. But there is a change from him speaking with Jared to him speaking with Misha … and suddenly, the man falls out of that “brother-mode” into something else. He just always takes things a step too far, becomes just a little too giddy, his eyes get a little too focused and everyone around them seems to get just a little uncomfortable when Misha and Jensen are together.

I can’t say for sure what Cockles is … but it’s certainly something and it’s certainly real.

anonymous asked:

Olicity prompt: Tommy is resurrected and is just now seeing olicity I'm action

AN: So this…I’m not sure what it became. I’m sorry nonnie, this didn’t turn out the way I thought it would. This takes place sometime post season 3. I do hope you all enjoy anyway!


Thea still couldn’t believe it. Even after months of searching and preparing herself for this moment, she still wasn’t prepared for the reality of it.

The reality being, Tommy was alive, and sitting in her kitchen.

He kept his head lowered over the cup of coffee Felicity had poured, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Laurel and Oliver and gone to the balcony to have another argument about what they were supposed to do now.

But she didn’t need to think about that just then. She had her recently dead brother, in her kitchen. Her recently dead, formally-evil brother.

Even after knowing for eight months already, it was still unbelievable to her.

She had been the one to confront the new Dark Archer on a Starling City rooftop. Thea Queen was the one to unmask him in the glow of the skyscrapers and city street lights. Thea had been the one to tell John Diggle. The man who had become a trusted mentor and friend, much like he had when Oliver first began his crusade to save the city.

She told him just a half past midnight, sitting in his kitchen with two cups of untouched coffee between them. It had only been forty five minutes since she had found out her long thought, dead brother was alive – and now taking up their father’s mantle – and she had yet to determine how to feel about it.

She assumed she should get used to seeing loved ones she assumed to be deceased, back in the land of the living. Maybe she should have learned that lesson after Malcolm, or even Sara…both times.

Hell, she was herself a good indicator that death was little more than temporary.

Yet, seeing the man she grew up with was jarring. The young, goofy, eager for a party Tommy she had a crush on – which was all kinds of eww now – was alive.

And that made her happy. She had lost too many people and had sacrificed too much in her short life. It was her turn to get something back.

At least that was what she told Diggle after he calmly reminded her that Tommy hadn’t exactly held his punches when she met him. The blueish, purple hints of a bruise already beginning to form beneath her right cheek bone.

Diggle had a point, of course he did. The Tommy on the roof, the Dark Archer she met, didn’t seem to recognize her. He seemed to only view her as a gnat he couldn’t seem to swat enough. He wasn’t the Tommy she remembered all those years ago.

But now that he sat with her in her kitchen, head downturned, she couldn’t deny the feeling brewing in chest. It was an overwhelming sense of pain for what Tommy was now going through, regret for not having done enough to get him back when everything started, and … helplessness.

She didn’t know how to talk to him, or help him. It wasn’t every day that your brother comes back from the dead and goes on a killing spree throughout the city in order to honor your father … or maybe for Thea Queen it happened more than she cared to think of.

“They are still going at it out there,” Felicity grunted as she let herself fall into her seat while her hand unconsciously rubbed her bruised shoulder and neck.

Thea followed her gaze to the balcony where Oliver, Laurel, and Diggle all stood. Oliver and Laurel seemed to be silently yelling at one another while Diggle just shook his head. “Thank God Dig’s out there, or they would have probably tried to throw each other over the railing by now.”

Thea chuckled to herself. “Or he’s contemplating throwing them both over.” 

Felicity echoed Thea’s small laugh before placing a soothing hand on her shoulder. Thea appreciated Felicity’s willingness to stay with her and try to take the edge off of the situation. It couldn’t have been easy for her seeing as how Tommy did kidnap her earlier that evening.

Oliver hadn’t taken the abduction, or Tommy’s hand wrapped around his fiancé’s neck as she seemed to come in and out of consciousness, too well. In fact, once they managed to get Felicity to safety – thanks to Laurel’s Canary Cry – Oliver turned around and managed to throw his former best friend into a set of nearby scaffolding. The collapse of the equipment was enough to knock him out, but thankfully did not kill him.

After Tommy woke up, he seemed confused but not homicidal. In fact he seemed like the Tommy he used to be before the Undertaking. It wasn’t until Laurel helped him to his feet and he finally took in his surroundings did the memories of the past eight plus months hit him.

While Oliver held Felicity close to his side, even though Thea knew it was more for his benefit than hers, the group decided to go to the loft to debrief.

The lair had too many weapons lying around and didn’t seem appropriate for the discussion they knew they had to have. Threatening Tommy wasn’t the route to go, especially when they weren’t sure what they were dealing with. By Felicity’s urging, and the look of sheer regret in Tommy’s eyes, Oliver seemed to have calmed down enough.

Laurel was adamant the conversation not be an interrogation, or feel like one. It hadn’t taken much for Oliver and Thea to agree. Felicity agreed they should take it easy with him having been mind-controlled and all, but knew they couldn’t ignore the line of innocent lives that led to Tommy’s door. The deaths Tommy took through order from some other entity.

Diggle stayed quiet, which Thea knew to mean he didn’t agree but knew when to pick his battles.

When Oliver, Diggle, and Laurel moved to talk about their next course of action – away from the still sensitive Tommy – Felicity opted to hang back with Thea. She urged the others to go, using the excuse that she was craving a caffeine fix and an ice pack for her and Tommy’s identical head wounds.

“Everyone is different,” Tommy mumbled so low Thea wasn’t sure she heard him.

“A lot has happened over the past three years.” Felicity spoke in soothing tones, almost nurturing. “Which I’m sure you’ve noticed from the multitude of costumes in the previously nearby vicinity.”

Tommy picked his head up and seemed to look towards the balcony where Laurel was lawyer-ing Oliver. At least that was what Thea interpreted Laurel’s hand movements to mean.

“When did Laurel…?” He began to ask but cut himself short, glancing down at his mug once more.

Thea noticed his hesitation and rushed to finish for him. “She became the Black Canary after Sara died, well the second time.”

At Tommy’s confused glance Felicity attempted. “So cliff notes version, Sara didn’t die when the Gambit sank but became a kick ass, reformed assassin who began fighting crime with Oliver as the Canary. She then died, but was brought back to life by the same magical hot tub I’m guessing brought you back.”

“And Laurel,” Tommy gestured. “She started fighting crime with Oliver, too?”

The words seemed to form a bitter taste in his mouth as he tried to swallow the information he was just given.

Felicity nodded, glancing over her shoulder to wince at the group who all seemed to be engaging in a serious staring contest. “We’re still working on the team dynamics.”

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anonymous asked:

My friends and I are having this fight as to whose feelings for Riley is deeper, Lucas' or Farkle's? Can you compare these two relationships (Rucas, Riarkle)?

Lucas’s attraction to Riley does not run deep. Although time doesn’t need to be a factor, in this case, it is, because even when Lucas has known Riley for an amount of time now, he still can’t sense when something is wrong with her. Needless to say, he doesn’t know her. He didn’t know she wanted to be asked to the dance despite her crazy useless not so subtle hints. He didn’t ask her out because he /wanted to, he was pushed into doing so. Although he could have wanted to and would wholeheartedly if been just given time. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t like her. He knows she’s this ball of sunshine. He does think she’s cute. And he really likes her as a person. She’s genuine and loyal and doesn’t give up on her friends. This is what they ALL know. This is what they ALL appreciate.

Whereas, Farkle has known her since the first grade. He grew with her beside watching her grow. He’s experienced things Lucas would never have experienced given the amount of time Farkle has had with her than Lucas. (And sure, sometimes time wouldn’t matter, if farkle and riley weren’t friends for all those years. but they were. meaning they have made tons of memories. meaning farkle’s little boy infatuation crush in the first grade ultimately had years to develop into something more) The likeliness of farkle seeing riley experience things in school or in her family life from age 6-13 is incredibly high, especially since he would come over normally. And he has faith in her. Not only is she this ball of sunshine to him, but he believes in her throughout all her insecurities. In Rah Rah, Lucas claimed he was there bc he “wanted to see this” while Farkle says he was there because he “believes in” her. And he has always always always understood her and is always by her side. (except for in yearbook, but at least he had been conflicted in choosing sides, unlike Lucas, who without hesitation, chose Maya) He was with Riley when she was undergoing her Morotia phase. He knew that she would lose the stuffed animal he’d given her, buying a second one for her. He knew she was conflicted when encountered by charlie and lucas at the dance so he tried to help her escape by asking to dance. He knows when something is wrong and he makes an effort without ever being pushed by anyone else to do so. He claims he is in love. And he also shows it. All the time. It’s beautiful, it runs deep, and it’s real. And may be they’re just platonic, but that doesn’t mean he’s not in love. I’m in love with my best friends. it’s beautiful

anonymous asked:

How do feel about Hungary? Still a bro (platonic best buddies), frienemies, something more? Hmm..

Gil: A little bit of all of them and all at different times. We have been frienemies most of our lives, especially when we were younger back when I thought she was a dude. When she started becoming more of a girl I might have had a little crush on her but I totally grew out of that, kesese! In recent years though we have become actual friends instead of frienemies. And i’m only a little scared of her because she could totally deadlift me if she wanted

anonymous asked:

I feel like Lance was that one kid who really loved transformers but couldn't get the toys, and hunk just so happens to also like transformers and HAVE all the toys. Instant friendship that started off greedy but then turned into something genuine, Lance will never have the heart to tell hunk the truth though

LANCE IS RELATABLE AS A KID…

Lance may be ashamed of his reasons for hanging out with him but Hunk knew, really. He was hurt at first (”You don’t wanna go play at the playground? We’ve… you’ve been playing with my toys for hours, Lance, can’t we do something else?”) but as they got to know each other better, the friendship grew stronger and lasted even after Lance grew out of his transformers obsession.
Hunk probably sees how much Lance likes playing with his toys more than Hunk likes to and moves the toys over to his house (”They’re still mine! You can just… look after them for me, ok? Don’t get the wrong idea!”) after they start having more than one playdate a week. That’s when Lance develops a little kid crush, probably. If he trusts you with his Optimus Prime limited edition action figure, you trust him with your heart.

I don’t understand

N/A: First, I want to thank everyone for all the notes that Locked up got! I’m so happy! So thank you for everyone who read it and liked it! So this one is a Bucky story because let’s face it, who doesn’t love Bucky? Hope you like it!

Prompt: the reader is assigned to look after Bucky and develops a huge crush on him.

PART 2

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Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

You were left behind. Again. Ever since you got hurt in a mission, the team made sure you’d always stay behind on the dangerous missions, you were only allowed to go on reckon missions now, and they were always really boring. You didn’t really mind not putting your life on the line on every mission, but it would feel better if they just told you that you couldn’t go anymore. Instead, they kept coming up with excuses, one worst than the other.

So when Bucky arrived and needed someone to help him around and to keep and eye on him, you didn’t hesitate to volunteer. The team had their concerns, especially since you were always so blunt and that wouldn’t be so good for Bucky, but at least you’d never be available for missions. Bucky was a 24/7 work. You enjoyed working with Bucky, he has come a long way since he first got to the compound.

Bucky had arrived about a few months ago. As you were assigned to care for him, you showed him to his room.

“Okay, so this is it, I think it has everything you need. There’s some clothes on the wardrobe, bathroom stuff in the bathroom, sheets and towels in the closet and if you need anything just knock on my door across the hall okay?” He was standing by the door as you said all those things. He looked down and didn’t give any indication he was paying attention. “So… I’m gonna go. Make yourself at home.” You left his room, closing the door behind you.


The next morning when you realized he wasn’t coming out you put some breakfast and knocked on the door.


“Bucky, I have some food here if you want.” No answer. “Okay, I’m going to leave it by the door.” And so you did. It became a ritual. For several days he didn’t leave his room, so you’d leave him food everyday, three meals a day.
One night you were reading in your room when you saw with the corner of your eye a shadow move on the corridor. You wondered if Bucky needed anything, knowing it could only be him, since everyone who lived in this floor were on a mission. You followed him to the training room, where he started to punch a sand bag. You stayed behind, just watching him, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. You just knew that if he did he would leave and it seemed he had a lot of anger to take out on the bag.

That also began to be part of your routine. You’d just stay by the door of the training room, keeping an eye on Bucky while he trained. Well, you were really admiring him. You started to notice little things about him. His arm muscle, the veins poping every time he closed his fists, his metal arm moving with such grace and harmony with the rest of his body, his angered expression that would be a little more subtle by the end of every night, like something really leave him after punching so much. He was beautiful, gorgeous and watching him train became your favorite part of the day.

After a while he started to mingle with everyone else, but never talked. You haven’t heard the sound of his voice, but even though he didn’t speak, he always nodded to you, acknowledging your presence. Every day your little crush grew a little, but you didn’t want to push him into any type of interaction.
And now here you were, alone with him while everyone was out. He was in his room and you were finishing his dinner, before making yourself some popcorn for your lonely movie night. You left his dinner for him, knowing he wouldn’t come out once Steve wasn’t here.


“Bucky, your dinner is ready. I’ll come back in a while to take your plate.” You walked back to get your popcorn, sitting on the couch and immediately going on Netflix. After giving up on finding a movie, you settled for Friends, as usual. At some point, you heard steps walking towards you, hearing Bucky put his plate in the sink and washing them. You listened to him, while pretending to watch TV. You heard the water stop and the steps came back. They seemed to be getting louder. You almost dropped all your popcorn when you felt Bucky’s weight on the couch. You looked at him and gave him a small smile, and shifted your look back to the TV.


You could feel the tension building. You didn’t want to look at him, you didn’t want to scare him back to his room, this was his first time out while Steve was away. You really tried to pay attention to the episode on the screen, it was the best Thanksgiving episode, one of your favorites, but his presence, so close, made you feel uneasy. He cleared his throat, and only that sound was enough for the hairs on the back of your neck to get up.

“I don’t understand.” You turned your head to look at him so fast it hurt your neck. He was actually talking. To you. His voice was deep and husky, as if his vocal cords weren’t used to being used anymore.

“What don’t you understand?” You tried to sound cool, noticing he was looking attentively at the screen. You paused to talk to him.

“Why are they leaving the table with the food?”

“Oh, because Rachel - the girl with the apron - was supposed to make dessert, but the recipe was wrong and she made half an english trifle, half a sheperd’s pie. And no one wants her to feel bad, so they are pretending to like it, but is so bad that they are going to other parts of the house to throw it out and only pretend they ate it.” He was still avoiding your gaze, but he was paying attention. “Do you want me to play it?”


“Yes please, I want to see how it turns out.”

You played it, and until the end of the episode, he was looking intently to the screen, trying his best to understand anything. When it finished you got up to get your now empty bowl to the kitchen, and you felt Bucky following you. You stopped at the sink and turned around to look at him, catching him looking directly at you. You kept staring at each other until he broke the contact.

“I wanted to thank you for bringing me food. Steve told me that you also told people not to try and get me to talk, so thank you for that as well ma'am.” You felt your cheeks burning, not expecting that at all.

“I-It’s okay Bucky, you don’t need to thank me.” You stuttered a little, especially because now he was looking right into your soul.

“Yes I do, you made it so much easier for me. If you also don’t mind me asking, why do you always watch me train at night?” Now you just wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself forever. He wasn’t supposed to know about that.

“I, uhm, I actually supposed to keep an eye on you, so you don’t hurt yourself or anything.” Your eyes slowly moved up to look at him, and he looked almost as if in pain.


“Oh, okay, I didn’t know that. So you go there because it’s your job?”

“Well, yes, but I like watching you train. By the end you almost look peaceful.”
You were looking into each others eyes, something inside of you tingling as you saw him walking up to you. He stopped in front of you not really knowing what to do.

“Thank you, for everything.” The tone of his voice sounded so broke, so hopeless that your only instinct was to hold him. You gave him a tight hug, so he would understand that you were there for him. You felt his hand move to your back, his cheek slightly touching you head. You backed away a few moments after.

“If you want, we can start Friends from the beginning, so you’ll understand everything.” You said, wanting to lighten up the mood, before he went back to his room.

“That sounds good d-Y/N”

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