again i have no idea what she's talking about

thedisneywitch  asked:

Hi Yunan! So, I'm 99% sure that Amphitrite is trying to get my attention. She came to me while I was meditating, we talked briefly, and She sent me on my way. I got the feeling that She wanted to give me time to think before we spoke again. The thing is, I have no idea what to do now. I don't know if She wants something from me, I've never interacted with a Deity before. I'm not sure how I feel about worship, but I don't want to offend Her... Any advice you have would be greatly appreciated! Ty!

Hi! That sounds magical!!

My recommendation is to take time to study Her. Study how She was worshipped in the ancient days and now. It’ll give you a good sense of what worshipping Her will entail, and you may find an interest you’ve never located before.

You can also continue meditating! If She reached out to you then, chances are you may get some more clarity there! Take your time–you don’t need to jump into worship with any deity, even in They’re jumping out at you.

Hope this helps (*゚^ー^)/’`*:;,.★

Little Witch (Part 1)

Pairings: It’ll be a Peter x reader

word count: 1730

Requested:  Hey can you write one where the avengers go to recruit a girl they heard about? She lives in the deep woods and uses magic. When they find her they weren’t expecting someone so young since she’s only like 14-15. They start having second thoughts but she shows them that she can handle herself. She also wants revenge cause hydra killed her family trying to get to her.

A/N: I made the reader a little older and i hope it’s not a problem. I really liked the request and i have a big idea how to continue this. I hope you like it and if so let me know in order to post a Part 2 and maybe more ;) Enjoy (and sorry for the mistakes)

Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon


It was Saturday and everyone in the Avenger tower was finally able to relax. The whole week represented a lot of missions, hours of training and a serious lack of sleep. Today had to be their day off. Nat was trying to find an interesting film on the TV but for now with no luck. Steve was in his room immersed in his thought for the present again. Tony, as always, was doing something in his laboratory with Bruce but this time they weren’t eager to make a progress so fast, so they were mostly telling each other jokes rather than work. Clint and Vision, unusually, were cooking whatever they could think of while Peter, Wanda and Thor were ready to become tasters. Everything was going fine until a familiar and detestable sound reached their ears.

“Good morning, Avengers.”, said Colson, “How are you in this sunny and beautiful day?”

“Oh, hey Son of Col! We are perfect.”, Thor answered with a bright smile on his face.

Now everyone was in the living room looking at the man in a black suit showing on the huge TV.

“If you have to tell us something good then go on, if not…better fuck yourself.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you too, Romanoff.”, the man looked with a smile at the red-head and then turned again to the whole gang, “Okay, I will go to the main part. Three days ago something extraordinary happened in woods north of Minnesota.”, bellow him appeared some photos, “As you see, some of the trees are burnt but definitely not from a fire, and this one.”, a photo showing something like spikes coming from the ground became in view.

“What the hell is this?”, Peter exclaimed, “How is that even possible?”

“That’s what you have to find out.”

“What?! No!”, Tony said angrily. “No! Not going to happen! We have a day off, Colson!”

“I know you do, but it’s important. Given the fact it’s like 7km away from a Hydra base, it may be someone used for an experiment. And we need only three or four of you to go and check.”, the man announced.

“I’m in!”, Wanda said with no hesitations.

“Count me, too”, Clint raised his hand to show that he’s ready.

“And me.”

“Peter, you are not going.”, Tony declared.

“Why not? We only have to check what’s going on, that’s all.”

“He is right Tony, and I will go, too.”, Steve stated and the four of them received the needed information.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid.”, Peter breathed out as he and the other three avengers were getting in the helicopter.

“But you are a kid, Pete.”, Steve sat down and put his belt on. The others followed his actions and soon they were high above the ground.

“That’s not what I mean. I may be a kid as I am that young but I can look after myself. I can do things just like you guys. I want and I can become a hero. It seems he…he doesn’t want me to be one.”

“You know that’s not true.”, Wanda tried to calm the boy down, “He is just afraid. You and either I are new in all of this, but he, Steve and Clint are deep in this dangerous world and know what it costs to be a hero.”

“Wanda is right, boy. I share Stark’s thoughts but not completely. If you want to be a hero, you must know that you risk the lives of your beloved ones – family, friends, girlfriends… We all have experienced the feeling of losing someone; we just don’t want you to go through this at that young age.”, Clint said while checking his arrows.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be beside your back.”, Steve patted Peter’s shoulder and till the end of the flight nobody spoke.

Two hours later the group was finally at the mentioned place. There was no place for the helicopter to land so the heroes had to get down with the help of a rope.

“So…which direction should we go?”, Clint questioned as he, the last one, got on the hard ground.

“North.”, Steve looked at his compass to make sure he was right and then led the gang towards the destination.

“Why would somebody stay so deep In the woods?”, Peter decided to break the silence.

“I don’t think they are just staying there, Pete.”

“They are hiding.”, Wanda respond back.

“Why do you think so?”

“Colson said that there is a Hydra base in the distance…I think whoever managed to escape, is now terrified and…and angry.”

“How can you be so sure? Hydra probably sent out somebody to see if he can cooperate and serve them.”, the way Steve retorted back showed he had no good feeling towards the organization.

“Because I can feel it!”

“What do you mean?”, Peter was so confused given the fact he was new and didn’t have much information about the Hydra thing and Wanda’s powers.

“Sometimes I can either get in your head or memories, or feel your emotions.”

Steve was about to say something back as his anger has somehow unlocked but Clint was the one to stop them from a fight.

“Guys! We have a work to do and right now it’s in front of us.”, Hawkeye showed the previously seen spikes, which were like 10 meters away from them, “Can you solve your problems when we are back in the base, and I am away from your childish behavior?”

Wanda and Steve looked a little ashamed while Peter was still standing there with a stupid expression on his face while trying to figure the things out. While going to the strange and kind of a scary place the gang saw some burnt trees, others had a burnt hand mark on them, others were still up but their leaves were dry. As they were becoming closer a change in the temperature was felt.

“It wasn’t that hot minutes before. I’m sweating in this costume and now my body is itching like crazy.”, Parker announced as he began scratching.

“It’s coming from the inside.”

The spikes coming from the ground were making something like a dome. The sharp sides were touching at the top, while at the bottom they were forming a circle. This ‘structure’ was definitely made for some sort of protection.

“Maybe the person is inside this thing.”

“I will try to break it. Step back.”, Wanda commanded and then, using her magic, she broke one of the spikes. As she did so, another one grew but not upwards. Instead the spike with its sharp side directed at her body was about to kill her if it wasn’t Steve to save her.  They both fell on the ground while the others two tried to save themselves from the other deadly formations that suddenly appeared from the ground.  

“What the hell was that?!”, Clint exclaimed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I don’t know but we better find a way to…”, Peter was interrupted from Wanda’s scream to watch out. But his spider senses had already informed him about a danger. He jumped and used his webs to get on a high tree.  From up there he managed to notice the small aperture.

“I can get there and I will. Don’t try to stop me, we are losing time. When I get there you will attack and try to ruin this shield. Got it?”, the young boy notified the others through his micro earphone, “Let’s have some fun.”, Peter put his mask on and jumped from the tree. He landed just a meter away from the wanted place but as soon as his foots touched the spikes others began appearing. With his fastness he got in the hole seconds before getting seriously injured.

Although he has done it before, this time Peter made his superhero landing on his ass.

“Shit, that hurts.”, he cursed out but as soon as he did he was thrown against the strong wall made from the spikes.

“Tell me who the hell you are or I’ll kill you.”, a sweet, yet dry voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw a girl around his age standing defensive opposite him with a rage written on her face.

“I’m Pet-, shit! No, I’m Spiderman and I-”, but the boy was interrupted by being sent to the ‘wall’ again.

“You are lying! If Hydra is sending you, which I am sure about, you are gonna die in agony. They’ll finally see what I am capable of! That’s what they want, isn’t it?”, the girl screamed and clenched fists. Peter, who was thrown again, managed to see what she was doing and how she was capable of whisking him wherever she wanted. The guy soon realized she was a witch just like Wanda.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. We are here to help you”, as soon as those words were spoken, the girl was ready to make that boy shut up by repeating her previous actions but Peter was faster. He sent webs towards her hands, sticking them on one of the spikes. She tried to escape but with in vain. Peter used this opportunity to scan the girl. She was his height, with a (y/h/t) (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) now full with anger. Her clothes were dirty and scattered, her face slightly sunken maybe due to the lack of food.  

Suddenly the whole structure was hit and a part of it ruined down. The girl used this as an opportunity to go away and this time she managed. She began running but the boy shoot web at her and stopped her. The witch fell on the ground and looked at the four people standing meters away.

“I’ll kill you!”, she screamed and sent a stone towards the group. Wanda was the one to create a shield with her magic and protect her friends. The girl’s eyes widen as she saw that somebody had powers just as her.

“Stop attacking us and just listen!”, Wanda spoken calmly.

“We are here to help you, don’t need to be afraid.”, a man with a soft voice gave his hand to help her stand. The girl looked up and was met by a dirty blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

“C-captain America?”

Part 2 

like real people do p.3 | jeon jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off 6LACK’s ‘Prblms’

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A sad, but real view of Reiner and Bertolt relationship

I always said I don’t care who you put Bertolt with: ships and friends are always welcome to me as long as Bertolt gets the love he deserves. This helped me realizing what is the real thing between him and Reiner.
I’m really sorry to say so, but Bertolt didn’t get any love from his friend. I agree with the theory that Reiner has strong feelings for him, maybe even romantic (as hinted many times after the herring dialogue with Ymir), but he was never able to show them. You may think he didn’t because he was aware of his feelings to be one-way, since he pointed out more than once that Bertolt has a crush on Annie (and I believe this is true), but it’s sadly not because of that.
It’s because Reiner is a coward, and probably loves himself more than anyone, even Bertolt. Since we could get some development for his character, we started noticing how much this guy does his best to keep himself away from sufference. He even built up another personality for this purpose. Ymir’s words in the forest were clear: he developed mental problems because he was not able to cope with his guilt, not because he was born that way. No sickness involved.
So yeah, he is indeed the weakest of the duo, yet the only one who felt a total failure until the end was Bertolt. And this is not what I call love: it’s what I call being selfish. Reiner let him go thinking he was a coward with no will, as he has always made him feel. He has always been cold with the most precious thing he had (after himself). If he really cared about Bertolt more than about himself and his pride he would have never recommended him to be careful like this:

It’s as clear as the water that he is using cold tones to make sure Bertolt to do his best to survive, but these could be his last words to him (and they will be) so why being an asshole until the very end?
Because Reiner is too scared to ever show his feelings. He is too scared to suffer, so he rather make the ones he loves to suffer instead. He is too afraid to use his love as a weapon to give courage to his friend. He rather uses Annie, once again, who’s not even there and whose they’re not even sure is still alive:

But this was just the last proof of his selfish behaviour. During their time as trainees, Reiner deluded himself multiple times in the soldier play, believing to be a normal recruit like the others. He even had a crush on the girl everybody like, so just like a regular cadet. He has been seeking for normality all the time, forgetting his only friend, who was probably like the Devil to him. Bertolt was the one who used to bring him back to reality, that one reality Reiner was escaping. It was in those moments that Bertolt proved himself to be reliable, something that Reiner was probably too busy to see.

And now… now it’s a little too late to go back:

It’s not the Walls, Reiner: it’s you. Ymir wrote that letter because she knew she wouldn’t have seen Historia again. She accepted the idea to die (and I honestly hope she died in the end, since I have enough of fake final speeches) because she had no regrets or remorses. She told Historia what she wanted to tell her, because she learned and was able to admit to herself that you can’t live for yourself, even if you get a second chance. And you’re not going to have it anyway, Reiner, because Bertolt won’t never come back to hear what you were never had the guts to tell him (I’m not talking in a strictly romantic way, I’m talking about feelings in general).

I honestly hope we are going to see Reiner figuring out how much selfish he was, because if he really cared for Bertolt more than himself he must let his fears go and clearly tell us what his regrets are. He must speak to us, which is not what he did with Bertolt. A quick, single page showing a flashback of him and Bertolt standing on the Walls is not enough: I want to hear his rage towards himself, I want him to prove me wrong, or his character will be totally fucked up.

Like you guys have no idea how happy I am that Kesha is making music again because we have seen what happens to female artists when they openly talk about men in the industry. She’s free of her asshole rapist and she’s making sure he knows she’s doing well without him.

Rock on girl.

Pretty Little Liars 7x20 Til Death Do Us Part - Thoughts

I literally just finished watching the finale and A-List Wrap party right now. I have not seen a single comment about the finale, I don’t know how it was received, at all. Sorry if these comments are just reinforcing what everyone else has been talking about for the past several hours, because again, I have no idea what everyone is saying. Here are my thoughts! 

- It did not feel like a series finale to me and I cannot pinpoint why. I felt the goodbye scene at the end was not strong enough. Sasha said that they had to keep re-filming that scene because she was crying too much when she said “this feels like the end of something” - well, I think they went with the take that had not enough emotion, to the point it felt like a regular line and it lost its power. Not just this line, but in general, I never got a sense of “farewell PLL” from this episode, unfortunately. Not saying it’s a bad episode, but, I didn’t get that sense of “thank you and goodbye Spencer, Hanna, Aria, Emily, Alison and Rosewood”. 

- Marlene said that there is one question she cannot wait for fans to find out, but she can’t tell us what this question is without telling us who AD is. What the hell could be this question?

- THEY ALL DID THE SHHHHH TOGETHER, I LOVED THAT

- DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE DURING THE INTRO THAT THE CASKET OPENED, RATHER THAN CLOSE???

- I’ve always said Pretty Little Liars is a two-part show: half a romance show, other half a mystery show. They really demonstrated that tonight, by having almost a very equal divide between the romance and mystery. The entire first hour was romance, and the entire second hour was mystery (plus farewells). The first hour, I was shaking my head. “This is not good. Not good at all.” Sure, there were some cute scenes, like Emison’s proposal, but there was too much fluff in the first half. The second half, it really kicked off. 

- So, my theory ended up being so damn accurate, what the hell! I can’t believe it! Even though Spencer’s twin was my foremost suspect going into the finale, I still ended up being shocked, because of the simple fact that they went with it almost exactly exactly exactly how I said! Not just the who, but also the why! I even got the name Alex Drake! 

- Okay, so I got the part wrong about the twin having helped Charlotte play the game from season 3 onwards. And honestly, that is my biggest complaint about the finale: AD started playing the game after Charlotte died, period. Again this is my biggest complaint and this is where the finale fell flat for me. Technically, PLL could have ended with Charlotte’s reveal in 610. Everything we got with Alex Drake’s story, was purely an extension because we got renewed for more seasons. I just know there will be people saying “ugh I’m so mad that AD has no connection to pre-time jump” and yes I fully agree, and that’s my biggest complaint too… but my response is: weren't the extra 2 years nice? Sure AD is irrelevant to seasons 1-6A, sure that is incredibly underwhelming and no where near as good as the fan theories… but we got an extra 2 years of PLL in our lives because of this extra, final A story? I’m grateful? #alwayslookingforthepositiveside

- I do not understand Ashley’s comment. Quote “you finally get to find out who A is, who’s been torturing us for the last 7 years”. Girl… it was just a month or two, in Rosewood time. 

- Am I the only one who never really felt a sense of danger, or intensity? Weird, since it’s the series finale, and literally anyone could’ve died. It’s not like we had another season, and I knew Spencer was safe from dying. Yet, I never truly did feel like Alex would win the fight. I can’t take PLL villains seriously for some unexplainable reason.

- I really liked the flashbacks that explicitly showed us the scenes where “Spencer” was actually Alex. That was great. I wanted more flashbacks to earlier seasons, however. (I did appreciate that they played some music from the pilot, though!)

- THANK YOU MARLENE for not doing another Charlotte reveal where A sits around crying all episode, trying to make us feel sorry for them. Sure, Alex (nearly said Twincer!) had a sad story, but she embraced her sadness, and it fuelled her anger to take over Spencer’s life. That was really good. I loved seeing Troian walk around with an axe. Bless. 

- I was surprised we didn’t hear of Radley (as a sanitarium). Honestly, thank god.

- I think the motive is the strongest we’ve ever had, of all the A’s so far: Alex was so jealous of Spencer so she wanted to break up the girls, yet her threats only made them closer. Therefore, she decided, “why break them up, if I can just become Spencer?” That is so evil and I love it. 

- I EVEN CALLED IT that there will be a scene where someone holds a gun to Spencer and Twincer, and they have to prove who the real Spencer is. I LOVED that! 

- I have a feeling that once I finish typing this, the first word I’ll be seeing people use to describe the motive is cliche. Especially the above mentioned scene about not knowing which Spencer to shoot. It is a bit cliche. (”I’m Buzz Lightyear!” … “no, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” Toy Story 2.. anyone? That’s where my mind went, lol) An evil, jealous twin is a tad cliche. I can’t defend that. But within this world of PLL, it worked well I guess. 

- Sorry Troian, I wasn’t too convinced by the British accent unfortunately. But my gosh you slayed the rest. WHY COULDN’T WE GET AT LEAST ONE SCENE WITH TROIAN IN THE HOODIE!? That was a real shame. I get that it was set one year later, but… still, Alex should’ve wore the hoodie for a scene or two. For satisfaction’s sake, and it’s also just iconic for PLL. 

- SHOUTOUT TO A FOLLOWER OF MINE WHO MESSAGED ME AFTER THE AIRPORT SCENE IN 715 SAYING THAT TWINCER SOUNDED BRITISH. HOW DID YOU GET THAT PART TOO!? “Are you going someplace?” sounded very British, I agree, but I never picked it until I was told to listen for it. Genius.

- We even got it right as to who Wren was shooting: Twincer, so that she can look like Spencer. Gosh, is there anything we didn’t predict?

- Bethany who? Eddie who? Seriously though, I’m going to spend hours editing my unanswered questions list. We got a lot. You can say whatever you want about the finale, but you can’t say we didn’t get answers. Like, c’mon. If you’re saying we didn’t get answers, you’re the type of person who complains over nothing and is just impossible to please. Every word that came out of Alex’s mouth was golden. We had rapid fire Q&A with Alex and Spencer. I’m not saying this finale answered 7 years worth of questions; I’ll probably find some unanswered things once I start going through my list. But… You. Can. Not. Say. We. Got. Zero. Answers. I hope that when I finish this post, I don’t see people spreading such stupid negativity. 

- Wren died? How? Why? That was unnecessary. This finale really lacked a major death. I wanted to say OMG to at least ONE thing, and unfortunately, I couldn’t. Not one thing shocked me.

- Am I the only one who thought Wren’s involvement seemed a bit forced?? What are the actual odds of Wren running into Alex at a bar in London? Seriously? But whatever. I’m so glad he played a role in this, and a damn big one too. 

- So ALEX was the British person Mary was talking to on the phone in 701!!!

- I loved the scene between Alex and Charlotte!!

- I found it really really random that Alex started messaging Mona 1 year later. They had just moved on and all of a sudden Alex is back to start to reveal herself. Maybe I’m forgetting something because that was just weird.

- I was disappointed that there wasn’t a major reason Alex took Ezra. I was waiting for them to reveal a mind blowing alliance between the two but then it slowly became obvious that he had just been kidnapped and wasn’t on the friendly side with Alex. 

- Melissa’s mask was just pointless. That was pure fan service to MelissA theorists. (And also to throw us off for a bit.) And I knew Melissa wasn’t AD since there’s no way they’d reveal Uber A so randomly at a picnic like that. I knew it was a mask.

- I got dollhouse vibes when Spencer (or Ezra?) said “we’re still underground”. I thought that was creepy!

- Seriously… they make reference to the mums getting out of the basement, without actually giving us an answer??? “Do you remember how we even got out of there?” said Veronica. It would’ve been better to leave that dialogue out completely. Teasing fans over something they’ll never get, is far worse than acting like it was just forgotten. 

- Did Veronica know that Spencer has a twin, since she made a comment in 4B about not knowing who is coming down for breakfast; Spencer or her evil twin? They really made it out as if no one knew about Alex.

- Wren is the father of Emison’s baby!? That was so subtle, the way Alex said it. WHY!? That makes no sense. I’ve noticed that this show is really big on “who” but not so big on the “why”. I’m just going to assume that Wren was the only male she had “access” to, to pull off the stunt, so she used Wren simply out of convenience. That’s all I can think of.

- So Ezria got married, Haleb is having a baby, Emison is engaged with twins, and Spoby is??? I was really really shocked actually that one ship is still left up in the air. It’s not a sad ending, but it’s not happy either. Maybe that’s the one thing that doesn’t get answered that Marlene was talking about.

- That last scene with the recreation of ‘that night’ should NOT have been the last scene of the entire show. If Freeform wants to launch a spinoff, fine, go ahead, but how dare you cut to the end credits after that scene. Call me fussy, but I call it passion. The final scene of the show should have been Mary and Alex stuck in Mona’s dollhouse. Cut to the credits after that closeup on Alex (Which, was brilliant by the way, and aligns with Janel’s comment of Mona having her own unique happy ending.)

- The wrap party was boring. Just saying. It should’ve been the 6 liars (yes Mona too) with Marlene, sitting in Spencer’s barn, talking about the making of the finale, any questions that couldn’t get wrapped up, favourite episodes, etc. I finished the finale and thought “it’s okay, I still have one more chance to farewell the show since the last scene didn’t do it for me!” and nope, this third hour was no better.

- FULL CIRCLE HOW??? Can someone name one thing that happened, that can be classified as “full circle”??? In my mind, full circle means Alison dying and the girls having a sleepover in the barn!?

- Overall, this is how I summarise the finale:

It did not feel like a finale. The first half was boring, even for a series finale. The goodbyes were not strong enough, and I did not feel like I properly said “thank you” and “farewell” to my favourite fictional characters ever. The scene with the girls at the end was far too short. The AD reveal was very predictable for me and other dedicated detectives, but I think other fans across the world will be pleased since it wasn’t actually that obvious. The motive was great. Troian slayed. But, coming from a person who also has a non-rhotic accent (Australian), I felt put off by Alex’s accent. The final scene was just stupid, I’m not watching a spinoff - the final scene should’ve been Mary and Alex. We got a shit ton of answers, but, as I’ll soon see when I go to my list, I don’t feel like it was everything. But absolutely, most things, yes.

In 3 words: slow, predictable, fun. 

Here’s my theory where I correctly solved Alex Drake

Here’s my farewell letter

Cold | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by jugheadjones94


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Being a Blossom and dating the school’s super sleuth doesn’t exactly have a happy ending.

Warnings: some swears, maybe. and mentions of death bc jason blossom u know.

Word Count: 2240

A/N: okay this turned out better than I thought. figuring out a title for this was v hard but thanks The Veronicas for having v fitting songs. It’s left open for a part two but that’s up to you guys. Just lemme know <3

Being a Blossom wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to begin with thanks to all the rumours and speculation around your family that had been passed down over the years but the moment Jason Blossom had died, it became the hardest thing in the world. People would constantly stop you whenever they saw you, whether it was in the streets or at school just to give you their condolences. People were constantly staring at you watching and waiting for you to breakdown and the thing you hated the most were the people that would constantly be asking if you were okay.

Okay? How could you be okay when your brother had died? Not only died, he’d been murdered and nobody knew who it was. Every single person in town was a suspect even you. Your parents were on a mission to find out who did it but in the progress of that they seemed to be forgetting or didn’t care about how you and your sister Cheryl were feeling. Not once had either of them made sure you were okay or gave you a hug. Just a simple hug from your mum or dad would’ve helped, it really would’ve. But, no. You and Cheryl just had each other and that was okay.

To most people, Cheryl was a stuck-up bitch who didn’t care what anyone thought about her.  That was a façade, though. The real Cheryl, the Cheryl you’d grown up with was a kind, sweet, troubled girl that just wanted love. She just wanted someone to be there for her but she was stubborn and had built up walls so much that letting people in was hard. The only person she trusted was you and vice versa. You had each other and that’s what mattered. When you were at school though, that was a whole different world. Cheryl was the popular cheerleader who had her big group of friends while you were the ‘boring’ Blossom. That’s what you’d branded yourself as. Jason and Cheryl had been the popular ones that were head of the school food chain and you were the plain jane Blossom. You’d much rather just write and spend time by yourself than be surrounded by people who only used you for the popularity. That wasn’t to say you didn’t have friends or people didn’t care about you. That wasn’t the case at all. You had a few friends and Jason’s friends always made sure you were looked after now your brother was gone but you didn’t have anything solid. More than anything you wished you had a best friend.

That was when Jughead Jones came into play. He was the mysterious, super-sleuth that was trying to solve your brother’s murder. It didn’t bother you too much that he was. Besides, it wasn’t like you could stop him anyway. You and Jughead had always been friendly to each other – more acquaintances than anything but one day when you were feeling especially down and sad, that all changed.

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Okay but can we talk about Yousef dork Acar and his texts messages???

Here we have cutie little Yousef thinking Sana doesn’t like him but still not wanting her to think bad of him:

“I don’t think she likes me. Nothing has happened! We walked home together after you last Friday, and I thought maybe she liked me, but the next day she blocked me on Facebook, so I don’t think she’s that interested.”

“but anyway I don’t want her to think that I’m hooking up with her friends. Or hooking up with anyone.”


Here we have cutie little Yousef freaking out about the possibility of Sana knowing:

“you haven’t said anything? she’s super cold”

“Do you think maybe she heard about it from someone else?”


Here we have cutie little Yousef being nervous and asking Noora to talk to Sana and then freaking out when she still hasn’t answered:

NOORA: “Do you want me to try talking to her about you?”

YOUSEF: “Yeah, maybe?”

YOUSEF: “What are you going to say?”

NOORA: “I can say that you like her.”

YOUSEF: “Is that a good idea?”

NOORA: “At least then you’ll know if she likes you back.”

YOUSEF: “Ok do that”

YOUSEF: “Did you talk to her?”

YOUSEF: “Noora?”

NOORA: “Hi, sorry. I sent her a text but I haven’t gotten a response..”

YOUSEF: “What did you write?”


Here we have cutie little Yousef freaking out (yes, again) after Spiller alene because he’s the cutest little bean ever (AND SAYING THAT THEY’RE SOULMATES LIKE MY HEART OKAY???):

“I seriously need some advice. I met Sana. I think she hates me”

“I don’t want her to hate me. I swear that we’re soulmates.”

 “I wanted to tell her that I like her, but instead I was just an asshole and took her ball. Fuck am I 12 or what”


And here we have cutie little Yousef being oblivious about everything and giving up (although we all know he would never give up on Sana):

YOUSEF: “What did she say?”

NOORA: “I think she likes you.”

YOUSEF: “Did she say that?”

NOORA: “She said she didn’t, but she said it in a way that seemed like she did, if you know what I mean?”

YOUSEF: “No, I don’t understand shit.”

YOUSEF: “Just forget it. don’t talk about me anymore.”



So basically? YOUSEF ACAR IS THE DORKIEST DORK EVER AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART


(credit to @skamenglish for the translations, you literally save our lives every day!)

The Other Side of the Bar

Summary: Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.”

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: I have this headcanon that if it wasn’t for Azazel and the hunting life, Dean would be the happiest guy out there. He would just be loving life and laughing around and basically be a force of nature that always gets what he wants. He would be unstoppable and would be so damn happy. So that’s the version of Dean that I imagined for this AU.

Version en Español: El Otro Lado de la Barro


“Sam, my man!” Terrance bellowed when Sam walked into the bar. Upon seeing his old friend, Sam broke into a smile and gripped his hand, pulling him in for hug. “Our boy Dean didn’t tell me you were in town.”

“Well, finals are finally over and Dean’s been after me about checking out his new bar since he opened it.” Sam glanced around the dimly lit room and couldn’t help but feel impressed. “So I thought I’d surprise him.”

For someone who hadn’t set foot in a college classroom, Dean was actually a pretty good businessman. This was the third bar that he’d opened in Eastern Kansas, and every bar that he owned was doing ridiculously well. When Dean asked Sam to take a look at his finances and make sure that everything looked good, Sam started rethinking his own life plan. If Dean was making that much per bar, then what in the world was Sam thinking, digging himself deeper into debt to get a law degree?

Speaking of Dean, Sam glanced around the packed room in search of his sandy-haired brother. As usual, he was behind the bar talking to a chick. But he wasn’t smiling or joking around like he usually did in the company of any living, breathing female.

“What the hell?” Sam asked, drawing Terrance’s attention. “He’s having an actual conversation with her instead of just flirting?”

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Azanina talks

I really like the illogical/unconscious things that Azazel did for Nina

I mean their first meeting. All he knew that she is a weird girl that called him her trophy. Then he caught her in the air thinking that she is Mugaro. What then? The knights pursue you, you don’t need any handicaps, and the situation is already bad. What did Azazel? Being surprised, he dropped Nina, but then without hesitations caught her again.

Why? He didn’t know anything about dragon stuff. He didn’t have any idea how to use this girl. On the contrary, he could leave her fall to confuse the knights.  

Azazel and Nina were attacked by the knight’s dragons. The flame was pretty near. What Azazel did? He pressed Nina’s head against his chest to protect her from fire.

To protect just a random girl. And pretty sure, he did it automatically without any thoughts.

Then a new episode. Such a big progress! Azazel was ready to die and asked Nina to use her power for demon’s sake. Didn’t force her to do it immediately and fight instead of him, nope, he said her to  take Mugaro and go away. The rest will be her decision.  

 

Then this cute fall! Azazel already protected Nina from fire, now he protected her from the ground.

With all his terrible wounds, he didn’t let her to break something. An unconscious help again.

What I try to say? Yeah, Azazel don’t understand for now what is love. He is sure that he can easy control Nina’s feelings and dragon transformation. He offers her an alliance that from Nina’s side sounds like a confession. It’s clear Azazel wants to use her power.

However, he is ready for the comprises he don’t force Nina to do something like he did before. He offers his help to solve her love problem. Huh, a naive person. I think that with the time Aza-nii will learn more about social skills and his bonds with Nina will be important. In his eyes, she isn’t already just an instrument he is grateful to her for saving his life. Remember he is a handsome tsundere demon too, that’s why it’s not so easy for him to show his good sides. :D So I guess we will have a lot of adorable moments with Azanina later~

the soulmate au- part 1

hey! it’s your favourite constantly on-hiatus mod trash!!! and here i am with the most garbage au yet. there’ll be a second part (hopefully), so heads up. love you all and stay safe!

  • amelie’s first words to her are ‘va te faire foutre.’
  • or, for an english translation, fuck you. a true french romance.
  • the line-skipping girl looks at her, shocked. amelie sneers.
  • ‘quoi? you understand this, but you do not understand basic courtesy?’
  • a slow smile creeps over the girl’s face. amelie scowls at her, teeth bared.
  • ‘on the contrary.’
  • oh, fuck.
  • amelie stares at her in disbelief. ‘you have got to be kidding me.’
  • ‘hi, soulmate.’
  • ‘impossible.’ amelie growls. ‘let me see your arm.’
  • the girl shrugs, rolls up her sleeve. written in elegant, swooping handwriting are those very words. amelie hisses in disgust.
  • ‘a brit. what will papa think?’
  • ‘whoa there! i’d like to think we’re not so bad. ‘sides, you’re one to talk about courtesy when you’ve made me live with this on me chalk.’
  • amelie squints, uncomprehending. ‘quoi?’
  • ‘chalk farm. y’know, arm.’
  • ‘you are a child.’ amelie has a sudden thought. ‘quelle âge a tu? you look twelve.’
  • ‘twenty-six. ignoring the jab.’
  • ‘merde.’
  • ‘what? how old are you?’
  • ‘thirty-three.’
  • ‘christ, you’re a fucking dinosaur.’
  • amelie sighs at her. she’s panicking inwardly- this can’t be happening. not now, after gérard. ‘tu me gonfles.’
  • ‘rude. so tell me, soulmate-’
  • ‘no. listen to me.’
  • she closes her mouth and looks at her.
  • ‘we-’ amelie gestures- ‘might be soulmates, but it means nothing. nothing. don’t speak to me again.’
  • and then amelie gets in a car and drives off, tires screeching.
  • ‘well, this has been a complete shitfuck,’ the girl says cheerfully, and then walks off.
  • unfortunately, gabriel reyes can read his sister all too well. when she steps out of the car, looking pale and drawn, he sweeps her over to the side of the mansion and squints at her suspiciously.
  • ‘quoi?’
  • ‘you look weird.’
  • ‘so do you. i’m just too polite to say something about it.’
  • ‘on the contrary,’ he says with a grin, but it falters when she flinches. and then it returns full force.
  • ‘oh my god.’
  • ‘no, gabriel.’
  • ‘don’t full-name me. oh my god. you met them.’
  • ‘i’m afraid i have no idea what you’re talking about.’
  • ‘your soulmate, dummy.’
  • dummy?’
  • ‘stop changing the subject. who is it?’
  • amelie sighs, sits on a bench. ‘a brit.’
  • ‘ooh.’
  • ‘no. i told her to never speak to me again.’
  • ‘harsh.’
  • ‘necessary.’ she looks tired.
  • ‘okay.’
  • she blinks at him in surprise. ‘you’re not going to push it?’
  • ‘nah,’ he says. ‘you’ll talk to me if you’re ready.’
  • she smiles, pulls him into an affectionate half-hug. ‘merci.’
  • ‘sure.’
  • soulmates have always been a sore topic, ever since the lacroix family adopted sombra, a skittish kid with a burn scar over her tattoo, too precise to be anything but deliberate. ‘it’s hypothesised that it was an introductory sentence,’ the social worker at the orphanage had said. ‘most of these cases involve- well, let’s just say it was likely a girl’s name.’
  • not to mention the time when amelie’s fiancé gérard had found his soulmate on the night he proposed, and had broken off the engagement two weeks before the wedding with a half-hearted apology.
  • fuck him, anyways.
  • she goes inside and sips cafe au lait and tries not to think about it.
  • and this goes on for two weeks, until finally sombra confronts her in the kitchen.
  • ‘listen, hermana. i don’t know who this girl is, who said what’s written on your arm. but you know what? you should maybe stop being such a baby about it and go and find her.’
  • amelie looks at her flatly. ‘i don’t want a soulmate.’
  • ‘fine! that’s fine! but obviously it’s been fucking you up lately. i know the gérard thing was a clusterfuck, but you should consider it. and it’s your choice. but i’ve grown up not even knowing- hell, anyone could be my soulmate- and i’ve wished sometimes that i could at least know. and if it doesn’t work out, who gives a damn? you’re fine as hell, sis. catch someone else.’
  • amelie just blinks at her, and then sighs. ‘okay.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘i’ll give it a try.’
  • ‘hell yeah!’ gabe pops out from behind the counter
  • gabriel reyes-’
  • and so amelie tracks her down.
  • ‘lena oxton,’ gabe reads from over sombra’s shoulder. ‘and her picture- ooh, she’s cute.’
  • amelie examines her nails and fakes disinterest. ‘is she? i didn’t notice.’
  • ‘she runs an international crime syndicate.’ sombra says.
  • what?’
  • ‘joking, joking. just making sure you were paying attention.’
  • amelie shoots her the middle finger.
  • ‘and she’s in paris right now, probably. here’s her- oh my god! it has her number!’
  • ‘it’s 2 am,’ amelie warns.
  • ‘don’t be such a coward. i’m going to-’
  • no-’
  • and then the phone beeps. gabe holds it above his head, grinning, as amelie swipes for it. 
  • she picks up on the third ring, voice sleep-scratchy through the phone.
  • ‘lo?’
  • ‘bonjour.’
  • a pause. ‘please tell me this isn’t who i think it is.’
  • ‘yes. it’s me.’
  • you’re so dramatic, sombra mouths. amelie ignores her.
  • ‘um. okay?’
  • ‘i’d like to talk to you.’
  • the rustle of blankets. ‘sure. what’s up?’
  • ‘you’re my soulmate,’ amelie says bluntly. ‘and i’d like to consider pursuing an… affiliation.’
  • gabe rolls his eyes.
  • ‘hell does that mean?’
  • ‘she means,’ sombra says abruptly, and amelie sends her a panicked glare, ‘that you’re cute and she wants to hit that.’
  • ‘um…?’
  • ‘my apologies. my sister.’
  • ‘okay. this is going to sound weird- what’s your name?’
  • ‘amelie. amelie lacroix.’
  • ‘like…’ and amelie waits for her to say ‘giant corporation,’ or ‘corrupt political family, but instead: ‘the soda?’
  • quoi?’
  • sombra cackles. ‘the soda! jesus, amiga!’
  • ‘no,’ amelie says mournfully, ‘like the prime minister.’
  • ‘ah. shit.’
  • ‘pardon?’
  • ‘that explains why you’re so pretty.’
  • gabe swoons. amelie flips him off.
  • there’s the click of typing. ‘ooh. an affair in the family? corruption, scandals left and right- well, i guess that explains my words.’
  • sombra grins at that. ‘speaking of, what are those?’
  • ‘oh? these? fuck you.’
  • sombra recoils. ‘excuse me?’
  • ‘no, those are mine. except in french.’
  • ‘hold up,’ gabe pipes up. ‘your first words to your soulmate were ‘fuck you’?’
  • amelie has a headache. ‘yes or no.’
  • ‘what?’
  • ‘to the… affiliation.’
  • ‘god, you’re so awkward,’ sombra says.
  • ‘oh, that? sure.’
  • ‘ah.’
  • an awkward silence.
  • ‘well, i’ll see you. tomorrow, 9 am, near that one crêpe shop near the eiffel?’
  • ‘oui.’
  • ‘got it. cheers, love.’
  • amelie blushes fiercely. sombra lets out an ‘ooh’.
  • ‘it’s a date,’ amelie says finally, and there’s a quiet laugh.
  • ‘it’s a date.’
Aftermath

Alright friends, it’s headcanon time again! This time going right for the feels.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

  • When all’s said and done, Zarkon is defeated and the universe is saved, the paladins would return home.
  • And there are questions. ESPECIALLY from the World Space Government (which I’m sure there must be?). We see in Episode 1 that humans haven’t discovered alien life yet, and they just brought back two sentient, very intelligent, human-like creatures with super advanced technology. Not to mention a successful human-galra hybrid (seemingly) without huge biological problems.
  • (And aliens have a concept of a mall? And what on Earth is ‘Quintessence’? It’s a castle and a ship?)
  • So there is a long period of time before Team Voltron is actually free to do what they want. And once they’re free, the questions start to come from within the group.
  • What’s going to happen with Coran and Allura? Where are they going to go? If anywhere? There’s no Altea to return to. Is Allura still considered the princess if she only rules over one person, who’s her caretaker? What if the universe needs Voltron again? 
  • What about Keith’s relationship with the Blade of Marmora? Would he go back to be a part of them? Would he pursue his mother?
  • Now that the Holts are back, will they complete the Kerberos Mission? Would Shiro dare go back there, considering what a traumatic experience that was? Would Pidge join them?
  • Could Lance and Hunk go back to the Garrison to actually get pilot’s licenses? Even though they’re pro lion pilots? Where does being a paladin rank in the military?  What about their families? How would they explain any of this?
  • No one really wants to think about any of that. So in the meantime, the paladins decide they should show the Alteans Earth, both in terms of natural wonders and the culture of humans. They take turns deciding where to go and make a long road trip out of it.

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Complicated Hearts.

Request from @bucky-hackneyed:Can you do a Bucky x reader where Bucky is kind of an asshole to reader when she tries to flirt with him and then he tells her he doesn’t like her and she’s all heart broken?? But then Bucky catches feeling and then it fluffy stuff?

Bucky x Reader

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Warnings: Hurtful remarks, mild language, angst, heartbreak and fluff.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

“Earth to [y/n]!”

You were supposed to be training with Natasha in the gym of Stark Tower but you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the hot mess that was currently at the weights station. The redhead waved her hand in front of your face to try and snap you back to reality and after a few moments of doing so she succeeded as you shook our head and turned your gaze back to your friend.

“Gees, you’ve got it bad!”

“What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion having not even realised what it was you had been doing. “I have no idea what you are talking about Nat.”

“Yeah that’s right, feign innocence, but considering I have just been stood here for the past few minutes watching you I know exactly what, or rather who, you were looking at. You are like it every time he is in the gym.”

Could she really blame you though? Bucky Barnes had the stature of a Greek God and that jawline of his….damn it was sharp enough to cut something……

“[y/n] you’re doing it again.”

Now you really couldn’t deny it because you were perfectly aware that both your eyes and your thoughts had once again drifted over to the newest member of the team. How on earth were you supposed to concentrate on your training session with Natasha when such a beautiful sight was proving to be far too much of a distraction?

“I’m sorry but come on! The guy is ridiculously hot…that amount of hotness should be illegal.”

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 You know what?

FUCK THE WRITERS.

Generally, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt but REALLY??? You set up this whole arc, you make us wait till the last second to get Fitz and Jemma face to face, you make Aida scared to let him see her, you talk constantly about how strong their bond is and then you do that??

In the final defining moment, you don’t let him not remember, even as he shoots her, even as he makes her beg him for his life and you make bloody Radcliffe the one that saves him?

That’s just plain and simple bullshit. I have not felt this angry at the show since Jemma kissed spacerando. 

This whole arc was set up to be them breaking through to people. It was the PERFECT time to make Fitz remember her. We saw how we reacted to the picture and when they locked eyes. “You are more than your programing”

 BUT I GUESS NONE OF THAT MATTERS. The writers can talk about their bond all they want but it’s clear that it doesn’t actually mean anything to them. It’s just bait for the fans. 

This whole moment just cheapens their entire bond and relationship. It takes away an important moment from them as characters! I frankly have no idea how Fitz is going to deal with everything at this point because there was no redemption for him there.

If they would have given them that moment it would have made everything so much better. It would have helped Fitz know that he is a good person through it all, that, when it truly mattered, he broke through and reverted to his old self. it would have made clear the strength of their bond, shown that truly nothing can stand between them. And it would have paved the way for their paths to healing.  They would have been able to work together, to come to terms together with what he had done. 

Now, Fitz is completely broken. How he is supposed to look her in the eyes now? When both him and his LMD hurt her like that? Jemma is broken. Even though she knew that it wasn’t her Fitz, the pain of it will still be there. How is she supposed to believe in their bond anyone after this? And I honestly have no  idea what happens now. I guess this is another one of those situations that gets swept under the rug because the writers don’t care enough about Fitzsimmons to fix it. 

Also can we talk about how, when he gets out, he doesn’t even mention Jemma? Really? That just cheapens the whole thing even more.

I will never forgive them for this to be quite honest. Never let me hear from the writers again how important they are to the show. How strong their bond is. Whatever, in the end, you don’t write like that.  I’ll keep watching but this season has not been whatever the hell payoff they keep talking about. We never got to see Fitzsimmons together and now, when we finally think we’re going to get some payoff, we get this. 

Nothing but a cheap ploy and a man who has no right to stealing the spotlight. Disgusting and lazy writing. 

(And, just saying, if there is any indication at all that Fitz has any feelings about AIDA in the real world, I’ll flip an entire country over.)

So here’s one of my founders headcanons: Salazar Slytherin being a potions master is all well and good, but just because his house produced a lot of them doesn’t mean he was one. Basically, imagine Rowena Ravenclaw as a mad scientist. Imagine her working on a potion all night and almost falling asleep at the breakfast table. Imagine her with crazy hair and sooty clothing because “It exploded, Salazar! It’s not supposed to do that! Why did the hellebore have such a violent reaction to the aconite!!” and Salazar just sighs and “Rowena, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Were you experimenting with your potions again? You know that’s not my area of expertise.”

Imagine Rowena getting a pretty diadem from her aunt who thinks she should act more like a lady. And Rowena doesn’t know what to do with it because jewelry isn’t practical, what if it gets stuck in something or falls into a potion? So instead she leaves it on the table and gets distracted by her thoughts, and ´I wonder what would happen if I made a runic chain mixing sumerian and norse. Hmm… if I added mannaz there and.. but what would I use it for. It could boost someone’s intelligence if I added the hagalaz rune there but how do I apply it to a person without causing irreparable damage… what if….´ and then she remembers the diadem in front of her and grabs it, heading for her workshop.

Rowena finishing the diadem but noticing it only works on fullblooded humans, not centaurs or other similar beings. She tries to figure out why and sees the mannaz rune in her configuration. Mannaz, human. She removes it and adds some other runes for balance, because mannaz is usually used to stabilize. But she needs something to try the new rune chain on. She doesn’t really have any more jewelry. So she sneaks in and “borrows” Godric’s hat while he’s asleep, and works on it for hours.The end results are not quite what she planned. Breakfast the next morning is… interesting (maybe she shouldn’t have taken out the mannaz rune).
“Hey, has anyone seen my hat?”
“Er, about that Godric..”
“Rowena what did you do.”
“I… ImighthavemadeyourhatsentientI’msosorry!
“..did you just say you made my hat sentient? How the fuck did you even do that? Wait no, don’t answer that, just give me my hat.”
“I.. are you sure you want it? It’s just that, well, it picked up some of your habits…”
What do you mean?
“Well.. you know how you sometimes sing drinking songs when you’re bored?”
“Yes… Wait. Rowena, please don’t tell me-”
“WHEN YOUR DRINK IS HALF EMPTY AND YOUR GLASS IS HALF FULL,
WHEN YOU’RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK AND YOUR LUCK IS DOWNHILL,
I’M THE HAT FOR YOU IF YOU TIP YOUR HAT TO ME,
OH HEYY, TIP YOUR HAT TO MEEE”
“This is your fault Rowena”

Just, mad scientist Rowena. The other founders avoiding her part of the castle because of fumes. Students forbidden from going into the labs without supervision because she might have left a potion to brew or a bit of runework unfinished or another one of those carnivorous cauldrons lying around. Mad scientist Rowena Ravenclaw. Yes.

That's My Spot

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: You and Jughead constantly bicker. Everyone knows the two of you don’t mix. What will happen when your friends find out you’ve been crushing on your rival?

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: Swearing (I mean, what did you expect?), Beronica(?)

A/N: I finally wrote something! I’m so sorry it took so long, writers block has been kicking my ass. But I’m back! There’s obviously going to be a second part to this, but it’s almost 2am and this is getting really long so I didn’t want to add too much. Sorry for the crappy ending. (Also i know this seems really similar to What Just Happened but it won’t be I promise!) PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES, IT’S LATE AND I’M WAY TOO TIRED TO PROOF READ.

Part Two

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thef0xholecourt  asked:

"That is one hell of a mess.” and Andreil!! ♥︎

Here you go! I hope it’s alright!

Neil walked into the living room, blearily rubbing a hand over his eye to his temple. A headache was blossoming behind one eye and it was already promising to be one of those days.

He saw Andrew sitting on the couch with a bored expression as he watched ESPN. Neil groaned as he saw what the story was. It was a video of him laying into a reporter for comments they made about Andrew’s “sloppy performance” in the previous night’s game, as Neil’s team prepared to face off against Andrew’s the next week. Neil yelling at the press wasn’t terribly remarkable, but defending an opposing team’s player was.

“That is one hell of a mess,” Andrew commented without looking away from the screen. “You’re good at those, though, so I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Neil sighed and sat beside him. “I know. My agent’s already called me three times this morning.”

“She’s gonna be pissed at you for ignoring her.”

“She’s already pissed,” Neil said with a dismissive hand wave, “listening to her yell at me can at least wait until I’ve had coffee.”

Neil took the remote from Andrew and turned the volume up. After a few seconds, he remarked, “Don’t they have anything more important to talk about?”

“Probably. But why cover those when we have your incredible speech to analyze? Tell me again about how I blasted my team out of mediocrity. It was practically poetry.”

“I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t need you to defend me. I don’t care what they said.”

“Well I do. They had no idea what you were playing through. I told you, you could have sat out if yesterday was too much-”

“Neil. Drop it.”

Neil pressed his lips into a thin line. “Fine. I still meant it.”

“I know you did.”

Neil’s phone rang again and he went off to the bedroom to answer it, knowing that if he didn’t the next step would be his agent showing up at his door to lecture him in person. On the phone, she seemed more resigned than angry and simply talked to him about keeping comments to a minimum, focusing on the upcoming games and the likelihood of another story overshadowing it soon. She hung up with, “You’ve said worse.”

He took down a mental note to up the amount of chocolate in her Christmas gift and left the room.

As he headed back into the living room, he found that Andrew had just hung up a phone call of his own. “Who was that?”

“ESPN asking for a comment.”

“What did you say?”

“Just that it wasn’t surprising considering you’ve always been a loudmouth.”

“That’s boring.”

“Would you rather I mention that we’re fucking?”

Neil rolled his eyes. “I think if you said that, both our agents would actually have a heart attack.”

“Now who’s boring?”

Neil pulled him in and the rest of the segment was forgotten.

Neil didn’t think much of their conversation until a few days later when their teams played each other and Andrew got roped into an interview. He watched from the locker room, expecting Andrew to brush the reporter’s questions off, but when asked about Neil, he said, “Josten’s words are nice, but I don’t need his pity. I know I can shut him out.”

Neil’s team let out a chorus of “oooohs” and Neil smirked.

When he met Andrew in the parking lot later, he greeted him with, “Was it my ears or did you sound suspiciously like you cared about Exy?”

“A fake rivalry could be amusing. That’s all.”

Neil smiled. “Uh huh.”

Andrew pulled him in for a kiss and Neil was suddenly very, very grateful for the press.

I am cryin about 2 things regarding “Stuck Together”.

  1. I always wanted to see a same-Gem romance. I think these two Topazes are in love. How she talks about herself and her parts is of course different from what Garnet is, a whole new person, but this felt so good to see this sort of third person perspective!
  2. If Fusions get sentimental then there is no way Navy isn’t out saving her squad. Then again I have no idea why CG Ruby has zero feeling about her previous fusions, boo and hoo. Blease.
Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”

Fresh Start - Part 9

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Iris West, Julian Albert, Laurel Lance (Black Siren from Earth-2), Oliver Queen, Thea Queen,

Words: 2632 (I got carried out again. Sorry haha)

Warnings: meta-attack, Arrow spoilers (if you haven’t watched season 4)

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian  @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms  @kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo@moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire @captainboomerangsunicorn @yohoyohoafandomlifeforme

Request: none

Notes: sorry for taking so long! We had a long weekend here in Spain so I spent it with my boyfriend’s family and I didn’t have my laptop with me. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it!

PS: thanks for all the support I’m getting with this! Means a lot. Xx B.

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Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

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That night Barry took you home when the sun was showing up on the horizon. You had spent the night by the bonfire laughing, joking, talking about each other’s lives and, of course, cuddling and kissing. It had been just perfect, like it should have been from the very beginning. You were tempted to ask him to stay over but you didn’t want to push it to far too soon, so you two just kissed in his car before he let you go, which was also hard for him. By the time you both fell on your beds that morning, nobody could erase the smile from your face but, of course, you fell asleep immediately.

When you opened your eyes, you found out you had fallen asleep wearing the clothes you had used for the date so the first thing you did was taking a long shower. Actually, you should go to the university since you had class, but you had already missed three of your classes so you just decided to take your day off and go for a run like you haven’t done in a while.

Meanwhile, Barry arrived at STAR Labs still sleepy but with a huge smile on his face. A smile that everyone noticed and of course, they all teased him about it. He didn’t mind though. For the first time, things with you were fine and everything seemed like it was working out.

“So how was it?” Iris asked with a huge smile on her face.

After everything Barry had gone through, she knew her best friend deserved to find that someone and maybe it could be you; so she really was excited about things working out between you two.

“Good. Really good” Barry told her smiling her back.

“But what did you do? Details!” She exclaimed.

“We didn’t do much” Barry laughed scratching the back of his neck. “We…ate, talked, laughed, kiss…a lot” he admitted.

“You kissed her!?” Iris asked.

“She kind of kissed me” he replied as he remembered how he teased you until you kissed him.

“That’s great!” She said hugging Barry as tight as she could.

“Guys, as much as I love hearing about Allen’s love life, we have a meta-attack downtown” Julian said looking at his phone. “Black Siren is moving again” he added looking at the team.

“I got her” Barry said before he speeded out of there.

You had no idea what was going on. One moment you were running downtown and the next one everything was chaos around you. A breach had opened just in front of you and a woman had come out of it like it was the most normal thing in the world. You stopped on your tracks, shocked as you saw the woman opening her mouth and screaming, causing you to cover your ears. It was the highest scream you had ever heard.

Once it stopped you could hear the police sirens coming your way so you decided to turn around and start running but before you did it, you saw the face of the woman and your heart literally exploded.

“Laurel?” You mumbled.

You knew you had to run and get away as far from there as you possible could but you were frozen. Laurel Lance, who died almost a year ago back in Star City, was now in front of you, wearing black leather and being chased by the police. When you said her name, she narrowed her eyes at you before she smirked.

“Silly girl” she said.

She opened her mouth to scream again but suddenly you were caught by something and the next second you were behind a building, away from the scene, feeling confused and disoriented.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked you. You managed to look up to find The Flash in front of you. The scarlet speedster had just saved you. “Are you alright?” He asked again, somehow his voice full of concern.

“I…I think so” you mumbled, still trying to understand what you had just seen.

“You have to go to the hospital” he said.

“No, I’m…I’m ok” you frowned.

He sighed and picked you up again, a couple of seconds later you were at the doors of the hospital and The Flash was nowhere to be seen. Since you were feeling okay you decided to go home instead of going into the hospital. If you went in there, they would probably call Oliver and you didn’t want him to worry about anything and, of course, you didn’t want to tell him you had just seen Laurel Lance in the flesh.

When you finally go to your apartment, you took your laptop immediately and started looking information about Laurel. It was painful to see photos of her and the news about her when her identity as the Black Canary was revealed. But it was there. She was dead and there was no way you could have seen her today. But somehow you had. And you needed an explanation. And there was only one person that could give you the information you needed: The Flash.

You had to find him.

But you didn’t have time to start digging about the superhero since there was a knock on the door. You imagined it was Barry who would have heard about the incident and was there to check on you but you were shocked when you were left face to face with your brother when you opened the door.

“Oliver?” You asked but there was no answer. All he did was grabbing your shoulders to look at you up and down before hugging you tight.

“God, are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Eh…yes” you frowned. “You heard about the attack?” He nodded and pulled away to walk into your apartment while you closed the door. “It was an hour ago, how did you manage to come so fast?” You asked.

“Being the Mayor has its perks. Owning a private jet is one of them” he smiled at you.

“Oh, that jet you don’t let me borrow?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“You want it to go to the Bahamas. Of course you’re not borrowing it” he said with a smile that disappeared immediately. “What happened? Why were you there?” He asked turning into ‘your older brother’.

“I…” you sighed. “I’m alright. I just went for a run and all the mess happened just where I was. That’s all” you shrugged. You wanted to tell him about Laurel but you knew it was a soft spot for him so you didn’t want to say anything until you knew for sure what you saw.

“How did you manage to escape?” He asked leaning against the back of the couch.

“The Flash saved me” you shrugged as you walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

“The Flash?” Oliver asked following you.

“I was as shocked as you are” you chuckled. “That guy is indeed fast. He took to the hospital in less than three minutes” you told him amazed.

“You’ve been to the hospital?” He asked freaking out again.

“Calm down, I’m fine. I didn’t even go inside. I was feeling okay and I didn’t want them to contact you” you said as you handed him a soda which he took. “Obviously, they didn’t even need to do it” you added with a smirk.

“I’m your brother, do you really believe I was going to stay in Star while you had been attacked?” He asked. You shrugged with a small smile before something popped into your head.

“How did you know I was there?” You asked.

“I saw a video on the news and I recognised you” he explained immediately.

“Oh…good” you nodded taking a sip from the soda. Then, there was another knock on the door. That was for sure Barry and you wasn’t ready for Oliver to meet him. Not just yet. “It’s unlocked!” You exclaimed praying it was anyone but Barry.

Suddenly, your sister came running into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you, taking you completely by surprise.

“What the fuck?” You asked trying not to drop the soda.

“I was buying pizza down the street. How are you? Are you hurt?” She asked looking at you up and down like Oliver had done previously.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry, really. You didn’t have to come all the way here for god’s sake! A call would have made it and you had just been into the hospital!” you told them exasperated.

“You could have lied” Oliver shrugged.

“And I’m alright” Thea assured you.

“Thanks for the trust” you replied rolling your eyes which made him laugh. “Don’t worry” you told Thea, “I’m alright. The Flash saved me” you shrugged.

“The Flash?” She asked raising her eyebrows.

“Yes” you laughed. “He’s kind of the superhero here, it’s his job to save people” you laughed at their looks.

“Yeah, you’re right” Thea laughed as you walked to the fridge to grab another soda for her. “Now that you’re okay…shall we have lunch? I bought pizzas” she said.

“I love you so much for that” you said. “I’ll grab the plates, you go and opened the boxes. Oliver, take the napkins from the left cupboard” you ordered.

The three of you sat around the table and started eating as you asked them about things in Star City and they asked you about college. It seemed like everything was working out for everyone now and you were happy about it.

“By the way, Oliver…” you said when something came to your mind. “You’re in contact with the Green Arrow right?” You asked.

Just like every time someone brought that up, you could see how he tensed a bit. You never understood why but you always let it go.

“Barely” he said looking at you cautiously. “Why?”

“I need to contact The Flash and…I’m sure Green Arrow knows how to do it so I was thinking-“ before you could finish your sentence, your brother stopped you.

“No” he said. “You’re not meeting any of them. I will not have it” he said immediately.

“Why not?” You frowned.

“It’s dangerous” was all he said. “And why do you want to contact The Flash anyway?” He asked you.

“I want thank him” you lied. Well, it wasn’t completely a lie, you did want to thank him but you needed to know who you had seen earlier that day. “He literally saved my life today” you added.

“He saves so many people’s lives and they don’t try to contact him” Oliver shrugged.

“No one has ever tried” you shrugged.

“Let it go ok? I’m not giving you a way to contact the Green Arrow, let alone a meta human. Period” he said serious.

You were about to say something back but when you saw Thea’s face you knew it wasn’t the best idea so you sighed and let it go. You would have to find another way. A couple of hours later they finally left. Oliver had some things to do before the day was over so they said their goodbyes and left, leaving you alone to rest.

“Aren’t we going to visit Barry?” Thea asked Oliver when they were finally on the street.

“No. I don’t want him to know I have a sister, let alone that she’s here” he sighed. “I want her away from all this” he added.

“I agree” she nodded as they made their way to a taxi.

Once you finished cleaning up the apartment, which was a complete mess, you locked the door and laid down on the couch with a blanket over you, ready to take a nap. But, for the third time, someone knocked on your door. Obviously, the world had decided not to leave you alone that day. With a sigh you got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and opened to find Barry on the other side.

“Barry!” You exclaimed happily. Definitely, you didn’t mind if it was him who knocked on your door. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I heard about the attack and I saw you on the news” he said coming in to wrap his arms around you. “Are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine” you smiled hugging him back.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away and taking your face in his hands.

“Positive. Don’t worry” you smiled at him. He frowned a bit before sighing and crashing his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. “What was that for?” You chuckled when he pulled away.

“I was just too worried I needed to see you, check if you were fine and kiss you” he smiled a little.

“Well…You’ve seen him, you’ve checked that I’m fine but I’m not sure that kiss was enough” you smiled.

He smirked and pushed the door closed before kissing you again, pushing you slowly until your back met the back of the couch. You were already an addict to his kissed, you didn’t know why or what he had done to you, but you knew you didn’t want to be left without them ever.

“Was that enough?” He whispered pulling away again.

“Not even close” you smirked.

He laughed and kissed you once again, picking you up this time just to lay you down on the couch, with him on the top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you as you played with his hair and his hands ran down your body, making you shiver. After a moment, you were forced to pull away to take some air, but all he did was moving his lips to your neck, immediately finding one of your sweet spots and attacking it, making you moan quietly but loud enough for him to hear it.

Barry smirked and pulled away to look down at you. His face was red due to the hot, just like yours. Still, you smiled at each other and sighed before he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“I really got scared today” he whispered. That confession really made you smile.

“Did you?” You asked and felt him nodding behind you.

“I…” he sighed. “Look at me” he said. Carefully, you turned around so you were facing him. “I care about you. A lot. It’s obvious that I like you and it’s obvious that you like me” he said making you smile. “So…we’ve been messing around, playing around for three weeks now and I’m tired of that” he said.

“What are you saying Allen?” You smirked.

“I’m saying that I’ve learned that life is too short to let things go so I want more with you, I want us to be more” he smiled. “If you want, of course” he added.

“Is Barry Allen asking if I want to date him officially? Isn’t that old fashioned?” You teased him.

“Oh alright. Now you tease me” he laughed poking your side where you were ticklish. “C’mon…what do you want?” He asked looking into your eyes.

Biting your lip you allowed yourself to lose yourself in him, in his eyes and his smile. You couldn’t lie, you wanted more too but at the same time it scared you. The fact that last date was amazing didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave you alone when you had the next one. Still, you wanted more. And he was right, life was too short. You had to take the time you had since you never knew when it would end.

“I want more” you said back.

Literally his eyes smiled when you replied. He pulled you even closer and kissed you again, feeling somehow relieved now that he had you officially in his life.