but she still meant it

Contemplation

Disclaimer: Mashima doesn’t give us a Gray POV, then I’ll write ‘em. That said, he still owns full rights to Gray Fullbuster, not I.

[Set in Chapter 453]

Prompt: Answer


Gray walked on the familiar streets of Magnolia, taking in the familiar sights but his mind was elsewhere; thoughtful. Mavis’s story about her and Zeref left him a lot to think about. The war with Zeref and his Spriggans are looming in sight, it is now or he will never finish off what his father couldn’t and bestowed on him to complete.

Yet when he heard her sniffling, saying between sobs, “Mavis-san has to fight the person she loves.” Gray was reminded yet again of Juvia.

She was another person he had yet to be resolute with. Gray didn’t like seeing her distressed, but she went to the heart of Mavis’s hurt. It’s not like he isn’t aware of her feelings for him, or his for her. But what happened to Mavis and Zeref won’t happen. Not to her, to him. Them.

So he asked her if she could meet him at the balcony. He wanted to reassure her. It will help him focus, knowing she would be close. She had blushed, a moment of surprise on her face, and told him she’ll meet him there. It amused him that despite all that she bravely proclaims about her feelings, she can be the complete opposite of that with him. He smirks a little, looking at her gently. “’Kay, see you later.”

They, no, he, can’t pretend he doesn’t care anymore. Nor can he continue to brush or deny his feelings. Not after living together for six months, missing her for six months, or…

“Juvia is waiting for you, bastard!”

He never replied to Natsu when they found him in Avatar. What Natsu scowled at him for constantly served as a reminder. He knew Juvia was waiting for him. He only found out later that the rain came back during that wait. It cut him deep that he was the reason for the cause this time.

The rain was no longer there when they met, but she is still waiting.

Waiting for his answer.

The stint in Avatar was never meant to take as long as it did, and he would have willingly blown his cover to be by her side.

“Just let me at least tell her that I’ll return, Erza!” he shouted, for what he thought was close to begging. Gray hated sounding like that.

“This mission is of utmost secrecy, Gray. Like I keep saying, we – you – can’t tell her.”

Talking to Erza has been like talking to a wall, she doesn’t seem to understand, “And I keep telling you! She took down dark guilds before, what risks are there!?”

“Juvia is not the one I’m worried about.”

Erza’s response left him dumbfounded, “Huh?”

Erza smiled knowlingly. He can’t see her, but her voice did, “Your feelings, Gray. I’m glad you seem to have sorted that out,” she paused knowing he might interrupt, when he didn’t she continued, “but those feelings would be their weapon. I’d hate to see you – both of you – experience the cost and live with the guilt.”

So he didn’t contact her, begrudgingly. He missed her. He was relieved at seeing her again, hearing her voice, having her close. But his absence left scars on both of them. He had to fix this.

“As long as Gray-sama is fine, Juvia is happy.”

But she’s not. He knows. The bitterness and things left unsaid behind her bright, smiling facade. He said he will be with her, but he had gone and broken that promise… His hands clenched in to fists at the thought.

Before he realised, he had already brought himself to the place he frequented for Caramade Franks. That bore many memories, including the one with her.

As they were walking back to the guild from another mission they had together, Juvia pointed to the Camarade Franks, “Gray-sama, what are those?”

“Hm? They’re Camarade Franks! It’s pretty good!” It was his favourite bite to get if he was starved. The sauce with the meat and bread were great on an empty stomach.

“Ca..ramade Franks?” the term seems foreign on her tongue, and she looked puzzled.

Gray was shocked, “What? You mean you’ve never had them before?”

“It’s Juvia’s first time seeing something like this….”

“Then we gotta let you try one! My treat!”

“Wha-? No, no, no! Juvia can’t impose on Gray-sama’s kindness like this!”

“What are you talking about? Friends treat each other to things right?”

Whatever he had said seemed to have made her tongue-tied.

“Friends…?”

He remembers the expression she had, he couldn’t admit it, at least not back then and definitely not willingly, that he found it cute. He had never met someone who was quite like her. Passionate in her emotions and all that she does, forgiving, and extending her kindness to others – especially to him.

Gray absent-mindedly took change out of his pockets for the energy bar, before walking out again. As soon as he saw the familiar balcony where Erza had told him to be clear with his feelings, his thoughts went back to her again.

He wasn’t sure he deserved all her attention and affections. He tried to deny how she was making him feel, pushed it to one side, said things to irritate or push her away, but she didn’t yield. One way or another, she had walked in to his heart and calmed the cold storm raging inside.

“The person who killed the necromancer controlling your father….”

She took a deep breath and her shoulders shook as she tried to say the words, tears rolling down her face… It had Gray anxious, how did she know about Silver? Could she have….

“Was Juvia.”

Thinking back, he hadn’t known how to respond, he wanted to tell her, no thank her for what she did, but she had continued, as if she had been wanting to get it off her chest for a long time…

“Ju-Juvia doesn’t think she can love Gray-sama any longer…”

No…

He had walked towards her, a mess of a boy that lost everything. He grabbed her coat, only managing another “you” as he literally and desperately held on to his last line of hope – her.

She had saved him again. The one that’s supposed to have fulfilled his father’s final wish. Even when he was supposed to be the one protecting her. The one that….Couldn’t fight the lump in his throat anymore, he had rested his head on her chest and tears wetting her coat, his shoulders shaking, and said repeatedly, “Thank you… I’m sorry.”

He didn’t protect her. That can’t happen again. They need to stick together this time in the war. He’ll make sure of it. He’d unwrapped the energy bar and took a bite out of it. It’s nearing the time they had arranged to meet.

“Gray-sama?” Gray reached his decision just as Juvia called him. He won’t make her wait again. She’s been waiting patiently all this time. He will give her his answer.


A/N: I AM ALIVE!

I am sooo sorry this last drabble took so long. Post-Camp Nano meant I had a month from hell because it’s also end-of-school-year madness. Final school week is on the horizon and I will have a lot more time on my hands. I know this is a favourite moment of the Gruvia relationship for a lot of us, so I hope this cheers you up! ^^ As always, how was the drabble? Too short? Just right? Hated it? Loved it? Let me know your thoughts! ^^


Response to Gruvia Week prompts 2016: Memory | Eyes | Family | Vacation | Sounds | Fear | Answer I should’ve done this with all the drabbles to this series on Tumbls but we learn!!

FFNet link (starts from prompt 1!)

anonymous asked:

OK I HAD LIKE THE BEST DAY UNTIL THE END. MY HECKIN SCIENCE TEACHER OMFG LET ME TELL YOU. We do this thing at the end of the school year where we do an "all school video" which involves dancing and lip syncing and such. We're allowed to hold signs, so I made some "down with the patriarchy" and "loveislove" ones and then my science teacher just clicks her tongue and shakes her head and says "No. Appropriate signs only." And I'm just like? Ok? Is wanting equality inappropriate? Wow ok

WTF. Oh my god. Why would you even say that lmao. She probably meant non-controversial but still wtf

anyways that gifset comparing noora’s reactions to isak’s upon learning that sana had been keeping things from them pisses me off because these are not the same situations at all. sana is noora’s closest friend, she poured out her heart to her about how willirat still meant the world to her, how it would hurt if she learned he had moved on. she’s been her friend for two years and it’s obviously a very personal issue, especially since they talked about it often. isak only talks to sana about biology, they’re casual friends at best. unlike noora, he didn’t have any rights to press the issue since, as sana pointed out, it’s simply none of his business. you can see the two situations are nothing alike from the way sana reacts. she feels bad about not telling noora but she defends herself calmly to isak. noora s4 is a ruin of a character, I’ll give you that but that “"parallel”“” makes no sense.

5

i’ve found the strength to grow so much more
a whisper to a roar
no more crying
it’s time for me to soar

i still cant believe ‘shes pretty but she knows it’ is meant to be an insult like…ur genuinely disgusted that someone is happy w their own appearance is this really what u want to say im going back to bed

She loved him
And he loved her
But it wasn’t
That simple.

Depression is not beautiful.

Anxiety is not adorable.

Suicidal thought is not romantic.

Dissociation is not sweet day-dreaming.

Self-harm is nothing to be proud of.

Mental illnesses don’t make you edgy, nor wise. They are disgusting feelings that haunt you everyday and night. They are the reason why your life falls apart and you always feel miserable.

Stop romanticizing mental illnesses. Thank you.

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 2

A/N: This is a filler chapter. Meaning, this is much shorter than part 1. Do not feel dishearted, there will be a longer, more detailed part 3. 

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio.



“Are you ever going to speak to me?”

Y/n freezes as she hears Harry’s voice ask her the question she’s been dreading to answer.

It’s been two weeks since she’s heard that voice. It may sound rougher now, more stern and harsh than it normally is as it growls behind her at the counter of Lexi’s bar, but it’s still the first time she’s heard it in two weeks.

After her sober confessions to a very tipsy, slumberous Harry, Y/n had to understand what it truly meant to move on.

At first, she thought she would still be able to be around him as she searched for ways to rid her feelings. She distracted herself, mostly. She would interact more with Savannah than she would Harry, and even started picking up new habits whenever she felt her emotions creeping in. Anything that reminded her of him was disregarded entirely so that the only time he was able to consume her thoughts was whenever he was near her.

For the first couple weeks, she was holding up quite well, considering the circumstances. She was able to contain her emotions and take her mind off of the raging heartache that kept burning in her chest.

But it wasn’t much long after that night when Savannah and Harry finally became official, and if Y/n wasn’t anguished before, she surely was then. She was forced to witness the transition of their relationship in hindsight. What was once casual flirting and innocent touches turned into secretive giggles and loving hand gestures.

It was as if her heart broke all over again. What seemed to be almost completely mended was destructed all at once. The chase between Harry and Savannah was over, and reality set in that Harry was happy and in love with someone that wasn’t Y/n.

Watching them together was Y/n’s most devastating nightmare, and the thought of that alone meant she couldn’t mentally handle being alone anymore. With all of the emotions built up inside of her, being alone for Y/n meant enduring the pain and suffering she didn’t want to feel anymore. She just wanted it all to end, everything.

The earliest hours of the morning wrecked her the most. With only the moon illuminating the room and the radio silence throughout her house gave Y/n no choice but to be alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t loved, and no matter how many nights she’s tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the end, it was.

She had to let Harry go, completely this time. She gave up on him entirely because she couldn’t keep loving him when he didn’t love her. Not anymore, not like that.

She keeps her back to him as he heaves heavy breaths, eyes sending daggers and teeth clenched from his crippling frustration. 

“It’s Thursday, I see,” Harry grumbles before giving her the chance to answer, jaw locked as his fingers grip harshly around a stray, unfinished glass of alcohol. “You never work Thursdays. ’S this where your Friday shifts went?”

There’s an unpleasantly rough tone in his voice that makes Y/n’s breath hitch in her throat. She’s never witnessed this side of him, filled with anger and exasperation. He’s always been so soft and gentle, never having the heart to speak down to someone. But here he is, eyes dark with anger and words spewing venomously from his lips.

And as much she hates to admit it, she can’t blame him for being so angry with her. She knows she means the most to him—even if it’s not in a romantic sense—she’s become such an important part of his life. Ever since they met, she took in the truth about his past, understood the feelings and thoughts he’s carried all through his years, and was able to provide him with anything she was able to when he needed her most. She was one of the very few people he trusted and felt most comfortable with in his life. She was irreplaceable, he’d always tell her, nobody could compare to her. She meant everything.

And then, she left him. She distanced herself so far away from him until it was as if she was never apart of his life. She ignored him and all his attempts to reach out to her again. It hurt her tremendously, knowing that what they had together was completely and utterly helpless, but she never questioned how Harry felt about it. She did what was easiest for her and never thought about it twice. She left him so that he can be happy, but as he stands so tensely and confused before her, she can’t help but blame herself what’s happened between them.

She nods her head softly, still refusing to look up at him as she gathers all the used glasses in front of her, making herself seem distracted so she doesn’t have to make much effort into speaking to him.

“I—uh, yeah. Friday nights were getting hectic and I couldn’t keep up with the late hours. I thought Savannah told you.”

It’s a lie. A shitty, impulsive lie that Harry almost finds humorous. Of course, Y/n switched her Friday night shift. She felt as if she had no choice. She couldn’t bare to look at him with Savannah another goddamn second, and he thought of spending Friday nights with Harry without being alone with him and going to the 24-hour movie theater together was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

“She did,” he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing as he watches her scramble around the bar, “didn’t have to, though. I knew she was lying.”

Y/n’s actions halt for a moment, a feeling of dread flowing in her veins before she goes back to cleaning off the bar, disregarded his statement completely.

Harry knows Y/n’s been avoiding him, she hasn’t exactly made it as subtle as she thought. Their entire friendship changed, and Harry knows he wasn’t the one ruining it.

The morning after Y/n drove Harry back from the bar, all he could really remember clearly was falling asleep with Y/n. There were other bits he remembered, but that was really the only moment that came to him when he woke up. And he was confused when he woke up alone because, in all honesty, he was looking forward to waking up next to her. It was all his drunk mind thought of, and that terrified him.

When Y/n started distancing herself from him, Harry kept wondering what he had done wrong. She was fine with Savannah, keeping up with their lives as usual. But she was different with Harry—closed off, in a way, and it made him feel something he’s never felt in his life before.

He was confused, to say the least. Because when he was kissing down the bare chest of the woman of his dreams, he couldn’t stop daydreaming about Y/n, and how he hasn’t heard her voice and how he hasn’t felt her in so long.

He had Savannah wrapped around his finger, yet he still felt as if everything about it was wrong. He changed when Y/n left him, because even when he was around the most loving company, he felt alone.

He was helpless. As much as he tried to love Savannah, Y/n was always in the back of his head. She was there, all the time, trapped in his mind with no escape route. 

At first, he was confused—upset and lost without Y/n. He didn’t know life without her would feel so lonely, so empty and incomplete. It was strange, not knowing how to live his life without her. He’d never expected her disappearance to be such a hindrance to him, but it was. Oh, how it was.

Then, he was angry—angry because as many times as he tried to get her to speak to him again, she never came back. She was gone, forever.

Now, he’s hurt. So damaged by her leaving his side, so incomplete and destroyed without her with him anymore. His heart is heavy with sadness and he couldn’t let himself feel this way anymore. 

He needs her, no matter how wrong and pathetic it sounds, he needs her. 

“So you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” he seethes, nose flaring as he tries to steady his uneven breath.

Y/n shakes her head ignorantly, a flash on innocence in her eyes as she does so. But she damn knows well what he’s talking about, and her oblivion drives him crazy.

“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—“

“Oh, fuck off with it!” Harry spits, slamming his closed fist down on the wooden counter.

He doesn’t seem to care about how sudden the bar falls silent, or the glisten of fear in Y/n’s eyes when she finally looks up at him. All he can seem to care about is how much pain he feels, all over. All he can think about is how now, after the last two weeks of not being able to understand why he cares so goddamn much, he’s finally able to feel some sense of sanity being in front of her now.

“You know what you’re doing to me, Y/n! You know damn fucking well what you’re fucking doing and—“

“Harry, please.” Y/n whispers and she isn’t sure as to whether or not she’s begging him to lower his voice or begging for him to understand.

“And it’s not fair!” he cries out, tears of frustration overflowing from his eyes as he grips tightly onto his hair.

His breaking point is approaching, he feels it. He feels it with every breath he takes and every word that emits from his mouth. His heart twists and breaks as he expresses every feeling that’s been consuming him for the past two weeks. He needs her to know what she’s doing to him, needs her to know how he feels in this moment.

“I did nothing to you and you keep pushing me away and that’s not fair because I don’t know how to live without you. Isn’t that something?! I don’t know what to do without you, and you know that!”

Suddenly, his head falls in his hands as he begins to sob. Complete heart-wrenching sobs, making his chest tight and breathing shallow.

Y/n reaches her hand out for him, her fingers clasping harshly around his wrist. Her own eyes start to brim with tears as she watches him sob below her, his body shaking with undying cries. She swallows harshly when he grabs ahold of her hand, bringing her palm against his forehead. His lips reach to kiss her wrist softly, quickly refraining from keeping them there longer.

To touch her, for the first time, is every answer he needs. She’s the only one to make him feel this way—she’s the only one to drive him to the brink of insanity and resurface him back to clarity. She has power over him he never understood until now, after he’s lost her.

“I don’t know why it hurts this much, Y/n,” He cries, his eyes squeezing shut as he inhales sharply, “I’ve never been more confused in my life.”

She chokes on her cries as she nods her head softly, her free hand reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. Her lips shake from their craving to touch him, watching as he weakens beneath her. 

She’s missed him, in the most desperate of ways. She’s missed every part of him, and every atom in her body yearned to feel him again. Whether it was to feel the warmth of him from a distance or to feel his skin ignite her, she wanted every part of him against her. If she wasn’t with him, she was missing him, and craving him with every breath she took. 

Her lips press tentatively to his forehead, her breath fanning through his hair as she does so. The action is quick, leaving just as quickly as it comes, but it carries sentimental meaning for the both of them.

Harry frowns, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up into her eyes, filled with concern and sanity as she maps his features.

“It’s been ever since me and Savannah got together.” He mumbles, eyes watching her face as it pales slightly at his words. “You haven’t spoken to me since.”

Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, finding it completely pointless to try and make him believe otherwise. He deserves to know, one way or another, and even if it’s now, she feels like she’s already lost him. There isn’t much she’d be losing now, anyways. He was never hers.

“Please leave, Harry.” She whispers.

She backs away from him, her touch leaving him was like a gunshot to his chest. It’s a feeling he’s felt all too much that he can’t bare to feel again. 

His heart breaks as he watches her begin to cry, her usual glistening eyes now filled with tears of sorrow. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively takes a step closer to her.

He’s desperate, and he doesn’t care how weak he seems. He’s desperate to see where he’s missed it all along, to know how long he’s been making her feel this way. He’ll never forgive himself for all the pain he’s caused her, for all her nights alone when all she wanted was to be with him.

He could have done so much to change this. If he had just listened to his heart from the beginning, this would all be different now. If he hadn’t been so blind, they would both be happy right now.

“Love, I—“

“Don’t.” she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please, don’t.“

She isn’t exactly sure what she’s saying—isn’t quite sure what she’s begging him not to do. Maybe it’s the nickname he’s always called her that makes her stomach twist a bit more, or how he’s trying to make her feel better that makes her eyes sting with a fresh new wave of tears, or how he looks at her now the way he never did before that makes her throat tighten around a sob. Whatever it is that makes her beg, she can’t  handle it anymore.

“I’m trying, Y/n,” He whispers, “please.”

“Please just—“ her eyes flutter shut as she speaks, “just leave me alone.”

Harry lets out an unsteady breath, his green eyes brimmed with red as he watches her begin to sob. 

He nods, because he can’t let himself keep doing this to her. If he keeps trying with her in her current state of mind, she won’t be able to think properly. She’ll be a wreck, more so than she is now, and he can’t find it in his heart to do that. Even if it means fighting for her.

“It’s not worth it, you know.” He whispers, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, “Being with her, it’s not worth it if it means losing you.”

genjis-girlfriencl  asked:

I'm like 90% sure someone has probably already come up with this but on a whim today I figured a mafia au in which TC is a mafia boss of which few have seen but many have heard of, Christine is a singer who doesn't.. want to cover for his crimes but does bc [insert reason here] and all the while she's trying to keep raoul out of the whole thing,,

Your icon is amazing btw and AHHH! I love it…I love it….I am not sure what era you meant for this AU but my mind went straight to 30s-40s film noir/pulpy crime novels…

*defeatedly adds “Frankenstein’s Mobster AU” to the list*

I will never be over Sherlock Holmes practically pleading with Molly Hooper to say “I love you” to him.

anonymous asked:

The why are you crying part reminds me of when Kaneki first went to :re.

you’re right, it does look similar with those ghibli tears *sobs*

It’s probably not meant as an actual parallel, but still

she gave a smile
a smile that looked a little troubled and a bit … sad

I, a confirmed Catholic, made this with my own hands.

tbh i actually had the idea in my head before even watching the episode today

8

That to me is writing for women. [insp]  (for @singinprincess happy birthday, my friend)  

fritonavi  asked:

So this is a Valentine's Request! Every year on Valentine's Day, MC was either stood up on a date, or when she did go out with someone, she never felt a connection, so she has lost faith in the Holiday. The RFA+V+Saeran offer to take her out saying that it's keep her company, but they actually like her romantically and confess to her...

Thank you for your request sweetie! And i hope you like it!

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL.

Yoosung

  • You don’t like Valentine’s day and Yoosung knows that…
  • But he doesn’t want you to spend this day alone…He doesn’t want to spend it alone too!
  • He’s your friend! Let’s go see a movie!
  • Oh yeah…It’s crowded with couples…That would be weird…
  • Let’s go to the park then!
  • And there it was, you two, on the bench.
  • You can’t help to notice that Yoosung is looking a lot to you, and he’s a little blushed too.
  • You’ll not ask why you know this would only make him redder.
  • You felt his hand on yours and you look at him, he takes his hand away quickly, redder than anything “I-I’M SORRY MC..!”
  • You just laughed, “That’s ok Yoosung…” You smile, and he’s just staring at you “So…Let’s go take a walk?” You get up.
  • But before you start walking, he holds your hand, getting up slowly, while you’re looking at him.
  • His finger interlock on yours, he’s looking at your eyes “MC…I know we’re friends…And you don’t like this day…But…I think it’s the perfect time to say…I like you MC…”
  • His tone shows how serious he’s right now, he’s getting close to you “…Please…Just give me a change…” He’s so flustered.
  • It’s so cute. 
  • “I kinda like you too Yoosung…” You smile, now you’re red, looking to the ground “…Let’s go take that walk shall w–”
  • He kissed you before that.
  • This is the beginning of the forever.


Zen

  • Zen is so romantic, so you weren’t surprised when he called you to spend Valentine’s day with him.
  • You know he hates to be lonely at this date, but hey…You can be his company!
  • He’ll not shut up until you spend this day with him.
  • You guys go see a romantic movie, he’s pretty close to you, for you this is normal.
  • Zen always showed his affection.
  • He’s always hugging you, putting his hand on your waist, for you, this is what is normal for him.
  • But for him, he just can’t believe how you didn’t understand he’s trying to be with you!
  • WTF MC! HE DOESN’T PUT HIS HAND ON EVERYBODY WAIST!
  • Now you guys were walking to your house, while he was with a hand on your waist after you just saw the movie.
  • When you get there you just smile “Thank you for this day Zen…It was really good!” You were ready to enter your house, but Zen is in your way.
  • “MC…I don’t think all the signs i show to you made you understand…But i like you!…And i know you like me too!”
  • After that, he kisses you, you were surprised by it, but you kissed him back, he’s so happy by that…You two were finally kissing each other!
  • No, it’s not weird, you were his friends, WERE because now you’ll be his girlfriend!
  • When your lips parted from him, he just smiled, catching some air.
  • “…And how did you had so certain that I liked you?”
  • He laughs “Because…” You were expecting very romantic “I’m the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen”
  • You laugh and give his shoulder a little punch, he laughs again, after that you just smile “Want to come in?”

  • Zen’s are head filled with this type of thoughts
  • One man, one woman…In the same house…Alone…THIS ISN’T RIGHT MC!!!
  • WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???!
  • “Yes, sure.”

Jaehee


  • You and she are like…Super close friends.
  • Jaehee likes you more than that…And she is afraid…You might not like her in that way.
  • You might not even like a woman.
  • She doesn’t like Valentine’s day that much too…But when she thought of the possibility to spend this time with you.
  • She needed to call you to go out.
  • You accept, and she’s super happy about it.
  • She wants to do everything together.
  • You guys watched some movie and after that, in the night you guys go watch a musical.
  • Her favorite actor is there, you know that you fangirl with her!
  • This night was so fun.
  • While you two were there cheering, she looked at you “MC I LIKE YOU” She yelled so you could hear.
  • You look at her, she was blushing, but you smile “I LIKE YOU TOO” You yelled back.
  • Jaehee sigh “I LIKE YOU…NOT LIKE A FRIEND…MORE THAN THAT!”
  • You laugh, jumping a little with all those people, and then you look at her, “THAT WAS WHAT I MEANT”
  • Jaehee stands still, surprise…
  • But then she smiles…
  • She puts her hand on your shoulder making you stand still…
  • And then she kisses you.
  • And you kissed her back.
  • When she stopped, she looks at you “This place is a mess! Let’s go to my place!” 
  • She was with a large smile on her face, you can see the brightness in her eyes when you nodded.

Jumin

  • Jumin is just so sweet with you.
  • You can’t understand people when they always talk about him being so cold.
  • He is always there for you.
  • When he called you to a restaurant on Valentine’s day you were surprised…
  • He is always working, but today he is free…And he wants to spend the day with you?
  • Just because he knows you’re alone too?
  • Well, you accept it anyway.
  • He said that Driver Kim was going to pick you up.
  • When you arrived, Jumin got a big smile on his face.
  • All the staff of that restaurant was finding it weird…Jumin Han so happy…
  • He’ll ask for the best things to you, and he’ll always compliment you.
  • Always with a smile on his face.
  • Even for you, this is weird, he’s smiling so much, and you can swear he blushed in one moment.
  • When you guys were finished, you and Jumin get out, smiling.
  • Everybody did not understand what the hell all this was…That was really Jumin Han?
  • And now you guys are in the car, while Driver Kim is taking you to your home.
  • Jumin said it was too dangerous to go alone.
  • When you arrive there, Jumin walks with you to the door.
  • You look at him smiling “That was really good Jumin…I really appreciate that…”
  • He smiles again “Me too MC…”
  • You laugh, “I could see it!You must really like that place”
  • Jumin sigh and then he got closer to you “…I didn’t like that place, i like you” You froze, blushing.
  • He got closer and closer and he gives you a little kiss, you kissed him back.
  • That kiss was filled with passion…And when both of you needed air, you stopped.
  • He looks at you smiling “…Can i see you tomorrow?”
  • You nod and you enter your house “See you tomorrow then…” You close the door.
  • Jumin opens his mouth smiling and look at Driver Kim, who has with his thumbs up.

707

  • Seven knows how you despite Valentine’s day!
  • But he kept asking you to out with him, even when he hates to go out!
  • He takes you to a nightclub.
  • You found it strange, but he reassures you “I’m coming here because i know you wouldn’t resist me in a place where is only us”
  • You laugh, oh that jokes…
  • He heard the music that was about to start, he grabs your hand walking with you to the dance floor, actually, he’s dragging you, with a happy smile on his face
  • “SAEYOUNG!” He pulls you for him, making your body collide with his body, you’re blushing so you look away.
  • He laughs, with a hand on your waist and the other one he grabs your chin, making you look at him “…Don’t you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me” 
  • He laughs singing the song while he makes you look at him when your eyes met his…
  • Something made him get closer and closer, and then he’s kissing you.
  • You can feel a lot of passion in that kiss, but you didn’t move…
  • After some while he just looks at you, catching his breath, so then he felt a blame in his heart “…I’m so sorry MC…I thought you might like me too…I like you that’s why i kiss you…Oh, this was a bad idea…”
  • When he was about to run you laugh and then you grab his hand.
  • He looks at you and you smile at him “Shut up and dance with me”
  • He just smiles…Going back with you.

V

  • When he asked if you wanted to go out with him in this Valentine’s day you agree in the same minute!
  • V’s just too calm, and so gentle, so you just believe that he’s doing this because he pities you…Because you’re all alone in this day.
  • He can be alone too, but he doesn’t hate it like you.
  • He even finds it funny when you say you hate Valentine’s day.
  • That was cute, he called you…Well, he is cute.
  • He takes you to the museum on that day, after that he take you to an art gallery.
  • You know how he loves those things.
  • And to be honest, you thought all this would be so boring, but with him…It was more than pleasant.
  • After that, you guys go to a mall to see some things, and he wants to buy a new camera too!
  • But in the way, he saw a photo booth “Let’s go there MC!”
  • “IT’S FOR COUPLES!” You yelled, while he was dragging you, looks like he didn’t even listen.
  • When you enter there with him, you sigh laughing.
  • You guys were doing some poses, he looks at you while you were laughing and he just keeps staring at you.
  • When you two saw the photos…That was literally you doing poses and V was just looking at you “Why you were looking at me the whole time?” You laugh again “You were too cute MC…And i can’t keep my feelings to myself”
  • You look at him, and then you just give him a little kiss, he is blushing now “I’ll treasure this photo ” You laugh and then you start to walk.
  • V puts one of his fingers in his own lips “She kissed me…” He saw you walking “MC WAIT!” He starts to run to you “ I NEED TO KISS YOU BACK!”

Saeran

  • Saeran hates this day too…But he likes you.
  • And maybe he will like this “holiday” after he starts to get closer to you…
  • You understand him, he can be neurotic sometimes…
  • But you understand him, you listen to him “whine”, sometimes he’s scared of himself…
  • But you’re never scared of him, you’re just so gentle…
  • He smiles when he thinks of you…He accepts it…
  • He likes you.
  • So when he called you to go to the park to eat some ice cream, you were surprised…!
  • He is inviting you and he’s saying is for you to not be alone today.
  • This is sweet.
  • And now there you guys are…Eating some ice cream.
  • Saeran looks like he’s blushing a little when you look at him, you don’t understand why but you smile with it.
  • After some time he looks at you, your mouth was a little dirty with the ice cream, he just got closer to you, and you froze with the surprise “Your lips are dirty…I’ll clean it”
  • He got, even more, closer to you, you can see now clearly…He’s blushing.
  • But before you could even ask him about that, he gives you a gentle and short kiss…After that, he looks at your eyes “…You’re the only person that i don’t want to kill…”
  • You widen your eyes even more “….Do you mean…You like me?”
  • He’s blushing even more “…Yes…” He said almost like a whisper, looking down “I’m sorry, what?” You laugh
  • He looks at you, grumpy “…I’LL NOT REPEAT MYSEL–” You give him a little and cold kiss, laughing, “Your lips taste like ice cream…We can do this every Valentine’s day now…!”
  • Ok…Now he has a girlfriend…And now he loves this holiday…
  • But he’ll have to wait for so long to give some ice cream kisses to you?
  • But god…This feels so good.
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3/21/2017: 

Overheard a girl quietly ask this about me on campus earlier today — I don’t think she meant it in an offensive way, but I was still surprised to hear it. Reclaiming a slur for yourself is not a quick or easy process — or even necessary — but for me, personally, it is very empowering; I think it’s worth it. Maybe next time (if its safe) I’ll be able to confidently say “Yes, she is a dyke!”

7/11/1804 (Alexander/Reader, Lin/Reader)

Summary: You had expected that your first night in the role of Eliza would be an exciting one. You hadn’t expected a door to appear in your dressing room that would lead you over 200 years into the past. No, none of your Broadway friends had ever warned you about that.

Note: Write-a-thon Day 3! This is loosely based on 11/22/63 by Stephen King, wherein the main character goes back in time to prevent JFK’s assassination. So you see where this is going. This is part 1 out of 2.

Rating: G

Word Count: 2651

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how i hope the fire escape scene would’ve gone if it continued

(i have 2 assignments due tomorrow that i’ve barely started but i still wrote this to procrastinate so pls don’t make this a complete waste of time lmao ty)

because freeform’s promo team were idiots, they ruined this scene, so i wanted to extend it a little.
what happened after this conversation?

Originally posted by bane-woods


“Alexander,” said Magnus in a soft tone. It was a gentle call that let Alec know he was safe. “At least come inside…” suggested Magnus, opening the door to his loft with one hand and extending the other to Alec.

Alec nodded. “Okay.” Climbing over the fire escape, Alec stopped in front of Magnus. Sighing, he placed his wounded hand in Magnus’ who curled his fingers around the boy’s. Magnus glanced down at Alec’s bleeding hands and his heart clenched.

Magnus sat Alec down on the sofa. “Do you want some tea?” he asked, barely louder than a whisper. He swallowed, looking down at a broken Alec hunched over.

Alec nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured, picking at his hand and avoiding Magnus’ gaze. The first place Alec had even considered going to after leaving the Institute was Magnus’. He didn’t need anything from him, just some peace from this constant god damn war.

Magnus turned around and walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on. He could’ve just magicked a mug for the boy but something in Alec’s eyes compelled Magnus to make it himself. Alec didn’t need anything quickly, he just needed everything to slow down. Magnus thought that maybe making the tea himself would show Alec how much he cared. That he wasn’t just anyone who Magnus would be itching to get rid of, but someone who his doors were always open to.

Magnus kept a careful eye on Alec as he waited for the kettle to boil when his phone rang. His breath hitched when he saw that it was Clary. Poor girl, she had just lost her mother. But Magnus couldn’t help but feel a certain level of annoyance thinking about her initial reaction to finding Jocelyn… and Alec. Magnus sighed, nobody deserved this, not even Jocelyn. “Hey,” Magnus said, answering the call.

“Magnus, hey. Is Alec there? Jace said he ran off,” she stated, slightly out of breath.

“Yeah, he’s here. He’s fine.” Or at least Magnus hoped.

“Can I talk to him? I’ve been trying to reach him for the past half hour but he left his phone and stele here,” explained Clary, hoping that she could comfort Alec in any way.

Magnus paused and glanced at the boy who continued to pick at his hand. Alec didn’t even want to tempt himself by bringing his stele. The boy was suffering and he was punishing himself. Sure, the world made everybody suffer in some way, but it didn’t mean that even an ounce of that suffering should be brought on by yourself. “Biscuit… I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Magnus had to admit that it did make his heart flutter that this was the first place Alec had come. He felt safe here and safety was all Magnus could’ve hoped to offer Alec right now.

Magnus heard the static noise of a defeated sigh. “Okay… Can you please let him know that I’m not mad at him?”

“Yeah.”

“And just…” Clary sighed again but this time it wasn’t frustration. It was worry and on the brink of a sob. “Please make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid,” she pleaded.

Magnus felt an uncomfortable lump in his throat. “Yes, of course.” Clary thanked the man and hung up and Magnus felt an empty feeling in his chest. The sound of the kettle turning off startled Magnus. He hastily finished making the tea and brought it over to Alec.

Alec reached out to take the mug and Magnus noticed his blood smear on the handle. Before Alec could drink it, a sob escaped his clenched teeth and he turned away from Magnus. The man’s brows furrowed and his heart broke. Alec placed the tea on the coffee table and buried his head in his hands. His cries were quiet but painful and Magnus froze, not wanting his touch to upset Alec any more.

“I’m sorry, no, I just…” Alec’s unnecessary apology trailed off as he sniffed and wiped his eyes and nose on the sleeve of his shirt.

“It’s okay,” Magnus comforted, quietly but firmly. “Come here…” He placed a hand on the boy’s back and Alec immediately turned to him. Magnus held the boy’s head and pressed it into his chest, cradling him as his sobs racked through every inch of his body. Alec didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care in this moment how weak he looked, he just wanted someone to hold him. And right now, he wanted Magnus to hold him. “Can I…?” Magnus asked, holding Alec’s bloody hand. Alec nodded.

Magnus cleared his throat and slowly let a warm flame of blue glide over Alec’s fingers, cuts and bruises. He had never been the best at healing magic, but he could handle this. Hell, he could handle anything for Alec. When he was done, Magnus had to hold back from bringing the hand to his lips and kissing it, a reassurance that it was okay now. That he would be okay now. But instead, he let go and looked away.

After a few moments, Alec sniffed and looked up at Magnus. His hazel eyes glistened and sparkled with tears as his eyes searched Magnus’ face. “How do you do it?” he asked in a whisper and a sore throat.

Magnus frowned. “Do what?”

“Live,” Alec said simply and Magnus’ heart rate quickened. “How do you live for so long and not go insane? I don’t think I’d be able to do it.”

Magnus looked down at Alec’s now healed hand and took it into his own, squeezing it tightly and shaking his head. “It’s not easy by any means,” Magnus said. “I just have to remind myself that grief is a part of life.” Magnus swallowed and Alec looked at him with so much sadness but a twinkle in his eyes that suggested hope. “And it reminds me that I have a heart… That beats every minute of every day. Trust me, Alexander. I’ve found myself teetering too close to the edge of too many bridges before.”

Alec looked at Magnus but it felt kind of like he wasn’t there anymore. Not next to him, but lost in a memory that he couldn’t shake. “Camille,” said Alec, understanding the reason that Magnus was able to sit here and tell him all of this.

Magnus snapped his eyes back to Alec and nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” said Alec. No matter how many times the Clave’s rules had been broken by Camille, no matter how many times Magnus’ heart had been broken by Camille, she still meant a whole deal to him. And Alec realised just how hard it was for him to do what he did.

Magnus shook his head. “It reminds me that I’m still half human. Despite the immortality and all the magical-” Magnus paused. “-abilities, I’m still half human, you’re still half human. We deserve another chance.”

Alec swallowed, unsure of what to say next. “Can I stay here?” he asked, hoping Magnus would say yes. He really couldn’t bare to go back to the Institute right now. “For a while, at least,” he confirmed.

Magnus gave Alec a look that the boy had only ever seen once before; only moments before they had gone to wake up Jocelyn. Alec’s heart only clenched more at the thought of her. “Yes, of course, Alexander.”

They didn’t let go of each other’s hands. Instead, they cradled each other and indulged in the blanket of warmth and comfort that enveloped them.


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, the evolution of magnus sitting on alec’s lap.