Why is it always straight men catching women when they pass out? Is there a form I can sign to request only strong lesbians catch me when I faint? Do they make a medical alert bracelet for that? I’m feeling woozy

The Signs as Mermaids

Aries:Born in an underwater volcano, their scales are made of freshly formed stone, their heated bodies glowing a brilliant red and orange. The fastest swimmers, and some say the oldest lineage of mer. They have no natural enemy, as nothing can bare the heat of its touch. When too many gather in one place, the water may boil and kill any living creature too close.
Taurus:Guardians of the strait, their bodies decorated with tribal tattoos and scars. Some bare spears and brilliant gold armor, others wielding nets and dawning decorative gems and shells. The strongest of the mer, no man has ever passed their lands to learn their secrets.
Gemini:When the sky over the sea turns black and the storms take ships by surprise, these mer rise. The tricksters and shapeshifters, they thrive in the chaos. They board the confused ship, throwing over and assuming the forms of shipmates. From there they slowly overthrow from the inside, until they can crash the ship itself into to sea for the mer to reap their rewards.
Cancer:The rarest and most beautiful of the mer. Hiding in springs and rivers nestled deep in the mountains, they live their lives as one with nature. They teach the birds their songs, and bring fish for the bear and deer. They help the beavers build their dams and show lost turtles the way. On the full moon they must hide, for man seeks them for their own selfish gain.
Leo:These mer are known for their hunting prowess. Living in saltwater and decorated in bright vivid greens, blues and purples, they dominate entire lagoons and coasts. When they are full from the hunt, they lay their bodies out on the rocks and bathe in the sun. By nightfall, they are glowing and can light up the murkiest parts of the water to find their prey.
Virgo:In unsuspecting ponds across the world, a fisherman may meet his brutal end at the hands of these mer. Rich brown, thin and boney, their bodies are perfect creating elaborate underground tunnels and rooms. They eat their prey, and take their treasures back to their secret lairs. Here they trade and barter with one another in one large room. Lore says this is the world’s oldest market place. Their unspoken diplomacy is unexplained.
Libra:Living by a tall sharp cliff nested full of harpies, these mer have developed a symbiotic relationship. Storms bring ships off the sea, where the harpies kill the crews leaving the ships to crash into the rocks and sinking. These mer seize this chance and collect every jewel and gold they can find. They construct elaborate jewelry, crowns, spears, and more. Once a year they gift beautiful pendants to their partners in the sky.
Scorpio:Baring a striking resemblance to a shark with long pointed fins and sharp sandpaper like skin, this mer lurks in dark lagoons and swamps. They have a reputation as ‘evil’ and were once almost hunted into extinction. Ever since they have lived solitary lives in the waters man dare not tread. In all reality, they are herbivores, and pose no threat to man or beast. Contrary, they will do anything they can to save a lost or wounded soul.
Sagittarius:Every year thousands of humans gather to watch the mass migration of mer up the rivers of South America. Their scales are a radiant Grey that reflects the rainbow in the light. The light show that they create as they jump hundreds of feet to scale waterfalls is an equal match to the aurora borialis. Once they reach their goal, they find their mates for the first time, hand in hand one week later they dive off the falls back into the sea.
Capricorn:Deep in a trench lies a civilization of the most technologically advanced mer to ever live. While man was discovering fire, they were cresting technology to leave the ocean and fly through the skies in water filled disc ships. They have no need to leave, they as a race have reached a point of enlightenment. Fitting for their gold scales and glowing white eyes. Sightings of these mer are often equated with meeting a God.
Aquarius:Sewer mer are the most unique of the species. They have no eyes, instead they navigate with echo location making clicking noises. Their skin can blend into its surroundings, so they can catch humans unsuspectingly passing by. As evolution has taken its course, they have gained an immunity to disease, poison, and a skin impenetrable by most mortal means. They will not always live in the dark and dank, the future will be theirs, and man will fall to their power. All in due time.
Pisces:The most well known mer are the oasis born. Why? Long ago, a prince found himself lost in the desert, he and his two men pulling a giant box of gold. With their mortality in front of them, an oasis appeared on the horizon as if a gift from the heavens. Perched on a rock in the very center, braiding her hair and humming to herself sat the most beautiful half woman half fish. This was the first time one of his people had seen any mer. He asked her to come back with him, pouring all his gold into the oasis and filling it with water so she could make the journey home with her guidance. She agreed. He died the first night they were wed, and so did his father both of a mysterious disease. She ruled the land with a fair but iron fist for 146 years until she once day dissappeared, some say to return to her gold filled oasis.

FightWrite: Your Killers Need to Kill

Killers need to kill. It’s surprising how many writers ignore this very specific and important piece of the ones they claim are killers, heartless or not. Sometimes, there’s a difference between the character we describe in the text and the actions the character takes. An author can tell me over and over that a character is a deadly and dangerous person who strikes ruthlessly without mercy, but if they don’t behave that way in the actual story then I’m not going to buy it.

Show versus tell: the difference between who the author says the character is and the actions the character takes in the story. Especially if the actions counteract the description. Now, you do have characters who lie, characters who misrepresent themselves, characters who say one thing and do another, but these are not the characters we’re talking about. This is about ensuring that you, the author, know the character you are writing. Unless you’re hiding their habits, let us glimpse the worst they’re capable of.

Monster. I could tell Jackson I was a monster, but he wouldn’t believe me. He saw a strawberry blonde, five feet eleven inches. A waitress, a Pilates nut, not a murderer. The nasty scar across my slim waist that I’d earned when I was ten? He thought I’d gotten it from a mugging at twenty one. Just as a natural layer of womanly fat hid away years of physical conditioning, I hid myself behind long hair, perky makeup, and a closet full of costumes bought from Macy’s and Forever 21. To him, I was Grace Johnson. The woman who cuddled beside him in bed, the woman who hogged the sheets, who screamed during horror movie jump scares, the woman who forgot to change the toilet paper, who baked cookies every Saturday morning, the woman who sometimes wore the same underwear three days in a row. The woman he loved.

No, I thought as I studied his eyes. Even with a useless arm hanging at my side, elbow crushed; my nose smashed, blood coursing down from the open gash in my forehead, a bullet wound in my shoulder, Sixteen’s gun in my hand, the dining room table shattered, and his grandmother’s China scattered across the floor. He’d never believe Grace Johnson was a lie. Not until I showed him, possibly not even then. Not for many more years to come. Probably, I caught my mental shrug, if he lives.

“Grace,” Jackson said. “Please…” The phone clattered the floor, his blue eyes wide, color draining from his lips. “This isn’t you.”

Gaze locking his, I levered Sixteen’s pistol at her knee.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Morrison will take you in, he’ll fix this.” Her voice cracked, almost a sob. For us, a destroyed limb was a death sentence. Once, we swore we’d die together. Now, she can mean it. “Thirteen, if you run then there’s no going back.”

My upper lip curled. “You don’t know me.” I had no idea which one I was talking to. “You never did.”

My finger squeezed the trigger.

Sixteen grunted, blood slipping down her lip. In the doorway, Jackson screamed.

Do it and mean it. Let it be part of their character development, regardless of if which way you intend to go. In the above example, there’s a dichotomy present between the character of Thirteen and her cover Grace Johnson. There’s some question, even for the character, about which of them they are. It sets up a beginning of growth for the character as she runs, but it also fails to answer what will be the central question in the story: who am I? Which way will I jump?

If Thirteen doesn’t kill Sixteen, if the scene answers the question at the beginning then why would you need to read the story?

Below the cut, we’ll talk about some ways to show their struggles.


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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could u write a fic where Lance is asthmatic and catches a cold that's been passed through the team? They got over it quickly, but it hits Lance really hard. Everyone thinks he's exaggerating for sympathy so they ignore him. Lance tries to take care of himself but it turns into a bad chest infection. When he shows up to a meeting all feverish and wheezy and coughing nonstop, the team finally realize something's wrong

(wOW I love this prompt?? Like this was lower down on my to do list but I brought it up because of s3 and the hype and also I couldn’t wait to write it..this is so good thanks anon!! sorry if this is medically inaccurate!!)

Lance’s space adventures taught him many things, but one of the many things he had definitely learnt was that he didn’t know a lot of things. The universe was far more vast, diverse and complicated than he could ever had fathomed, and at times Lance questioned everything he once knew.

One thing he still knew for sure, is that he was extremely adaptable.

If Lance was part of the X Men (which in his opinion, was just as cool as flying a robotic lion), he was definitely Darwin. He adjusted pretty well to the Garrison, despite being many miles away from the family he loved very deeply. Things were constantly tossed and yanked away from him, and he bounced back pretty quick.

It wasn’t easy, definitely, but Lance worked hard and put a 100% in everything he did. Of course he still felt he wasn’t good enough, and that he could work into being more, but he could be slightly assured that what he had done was all he could have in that moment in time. It was one of the only things he prided himself in and held dear to his identity.

Lance constantly had a flaming passion, this fiery desire burning in his heart to be a hero and to do good for others. He wanted to look out for the little guy, inspired by his young nephews and nieces to be the guy that people wanted to look up to. Hope that people would turn to in the darkest of times. He had promised his family he would always be protecting them from harm, and he vowed to himself to do all in his power to do so.

But of course, he had to work through trials and tribulations. Life was not easy, and not everything he wanted could necessarily be what he got, but he’d try.

One of the obstacles he faced in his journey was asthma.

He’d had it for as long as he could remember, and it was a irritating when it interrupted his daily life, but since he’d always had it it was pretty normal for him. Sure, it weakened his immune system, made illnesses hit him a little harder than the average, make him carry around inhalers everywhere and be a little more careful and cautious than everyone else, but Lance would not let it get in the way of his dreams and not let it hold him back from doing what he wanted.

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Modern Dregs AU #7

The Dregs as roommates

  • let’s say that the Dregs have graduated high school and as they move on to college, agree to rent apartments together in the same complex
  • Kaz and Inej live together
  • and while they get along for the most part they have their tense moments
  • Kaz stays up CRAZY LATE at night
  • he might be hacking a gaming server
  • he might be looking at pictures of puppies
  • you never know
  • but occasionally Inej gets up at 4 AM just to see his bedroom lights still on
  • “do you ever sleep?” “sleep is for the wEAK”
  • and yet she usually catches him passed out on the couch at noon
  • luckily she tries her best to stay quiet when he’s snoozing
  • ESPECIALLY when it comes to the microwave when she makes her morning tea
  • when it hits one second, she turns it off
  • to this day, she’s never woken him up on accident
  • sometimes, when Inej plays a video game (c’mon, she’s def a gamer, and a good one), Kaz will sit down to watch her and he’s always so impressed and in love with her
  • she’s also the only one of the group who has seen him with his glasses on
  • he’s never gone outside with them, even if he doesn’t have contacts in
  • he’d rather be blind than have Jesper try them on all day
  • or take them away and go
  • “how many fingers am I holding up?” “i dont know, but i’ll break them all if you don’t give me back my fucking glasses”
  • Jesper and Wylan also share an apartment and have separate rooms
  • but when it comes to go to sleep, they usually sleep in the same bed
  • Wylan likes being the Big Spoon™
  • and Jesper talks in his sleep
  • Wylan has woken up to some weeeird shit in the past
  • “aaron burr, you podge” “wtf jes”
  • sometimes it makes Wylan blush
  • “why, hellooo gorgeous” “why cant you say things like that when you’re AWAKE
  • jk, Jesper always says nice things to Wylan
  • sometimes when Wylan’s vacuuming or doing dishes
  • Jesper will swoop in and hug him from behind, nuzzle him and shit
  • “adorable as always, Van Sunshine”
  • ofc he helps him with the chores too
  • they also make like three pots of coffee a day (mostly for the smell, it brightens up the place)
  • Nina, Matthias, and Kuwei share a third apartment with two rooms
  • Nina and Matt share one room, Kuwei gets the other
  • and thin walls do not always make it a great living situation for Kuwei
  • just give the kid earmuffs
  • and no, not for the reason you’re thinking
  • Nina snores like NO TOMORROW
  • Matt can’t even rival her
  • not that he minds, usually he’s just impressed
  • though Matt sometimes hogs the blankets
  • once Nina tried to rip them away from him
  • and he was so wrapped up in them that instead of freeing the blankets off of him
  • it just sent him rolling off the side of the bed onto the floor
  • *thud*OH MY GOD, MATTY, ARE YOU OK” *wheezing noises*
  • Matthias is the kinda guy that lives by “early bird gets the worm”
  • Nina and Kuwei, well, not so much
  • luckily for Matt, he doesn’t have to be super quiet since both of them are very deep sleepers
  • Kuwei probably wouldn’t wake up if the fire alarm started screeching
  • *beep, beep* “shut the hell up”
  • Kuwei also hogs the shower in the morning and uses up the hot water, so Nina gets to freeze in the morning (Matthias takes his shower before the others because his crazy ass gets up at 5 AM)
  • other living arrangements have been made in the past
  • Nina and Inej used to live together
  • the only issue they faced was cooking
  • Inej is good at some things (like pasta and veggies) but beyond that, she’s hopeless
  • Nina straight up would set the kitchen on fire
  • during this time, Kaz and Jesper were roommates for like a month
  • they also had thin walls, so Jesper talking in his sleep always sent Kaz into fits of laughter, thus waking up Jesper
  • “dude, i was asleep” “and trying to seduce wylan, too, or so it sounded like”
  • Jesper would pull pranks on Kaz to get back at him
  • the favorite of the group was post-it notes on EVERY SURFACE IN KAZ’S ROOM
  • just walked in and BOOM
  • needless to say, Kaz nearly throttled him
  • they will never live together again
Apple Fritters

summary: after moving to Queens to fulfill your scholarship at the Midtown School of Science and Technology, your first day starts out with a bang. Literally. Colliding with Peter Parker on your first day of school while trying to catch the subway, you both kindle a friendship that feels like it could spark something more. 

word count: 1.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader

warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff. plus some mention of apple fritters. 

a/n: this is my mcu fanfiction debut! i had been thinking a lot about what to start off with, so why not start off with something simple and clean and cute. hopefully it’s as good as i think it is. If it gets some positive feedback, maybe I’ll turn it into a series. who knows? 

One of the many reasons you had fallen in love with Queens were the sounds. You were completely content wandering the streets, just listening to life move around you. While most would be put off by the constant honking and shouting, it was almost therapeutic to you. Your favorite time to be out within the city was early in the morning and late at night; both felt like each of the different times were when the city came alive.

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Can you develop an STD without catching it from someone else?

Someone asked us: 

Can you develop a std/sti without “catching” it, or having it passed down?

No, you can’t get an STD without catching it from someone. STDs are communicable infections. That’s a fancy way of saying they’re spread from one person to another, kind of like a cold.

Sex — including vaginal, anal, and oral sex  — is the main way STDs travel from one person to another. That’s why using condoms and dental dams every time you have sex is a good idea. These barriers literally block germs from getting through.

But some STDs can be spread other ways, too. For example, HIV and Hepatitis B can both be spread from one person to another by sharing needles. HIV can also be spread to a baby during pregnancy, birth, or breastfeeding. Scabies and public lice can be passed from one person to another from non-sexual behavior too, like sharing a towel or bed sheets with someone who has it. 

Sex isn’t the only way STDs happen, but all STDs are passed from one person to another somehow. They don’t just pop up out of nowhere. 

-Emily at Planned Parenthood

Foxy // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

To say I was excited to write this would be an understatement!! I live for Harry Potter and young Sirius, old Sirius, just Sirius in general is what I’m here for. JK Rowling did him so wrong like I cry thinking about it. SO MAKING THIS A MINI SERIES IF PEOPLE LIKE IT. (Taking place in 6th year before he runs away)

And the year is 1976… people seem to forget that they attended Hogwarts in the 70s…

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Requests are closed. xx 

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : Like over 5000….. I got carried away… i just love him sm

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“So how was your summer, Padfoot?” Remus asked his friend as they made their way through the train, searching for an empty compartment.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “it was shit like it usually is. A boy can only hear how much of a failure he is so many times before it gets old. Like I get it, Regulus is a gem. Let’s throw a parade.”

“You’re always welcome at the Potter household, just so you know. My mum continues to gush about you.” James spoke, a small grin playing at his lips.

The three boys continued searching, not noticing that their raven haired friend stopped and was staring into a compartment. James turned around, realizing that it was too quiet and saw Sirius still frozen in that spot.

“Oi! Padfoot!” James called out, walking back to where his best friend stood.

“What’re you doing, mate?” Potter questioned, Sirius turned to him and let a wide smile take over his features.

“I think I found my new conquest this year.”

James furrowed his eyebrows, before turning to look into the compartment, finding a girl with long hair sitting back with parchment and a quill in her hand. Before he could respond, Sirius opened the compartment door and allowed himself in.

“Pardon me, gorgeous, is this seat taken?”

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Shape of You

I’m a firm believer in the fact that we need more smut in this fandom. I’m also a firm believer that we need more Elorcan. So I decided to help remedy both of those little issues with my first ever attempt at smut.

If you like what you see, please visit my page over on I’ll be making an account on AO3 by the same user name soon! Reblogs are appreciated!

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It’s a calm day on the Monterey Bay. Take a moment to chill out with gentle waves and maybe catch a glimpse of passing whales, seals and sea otters. 🌊

baby howlett|| old man logan

Originally posted by alsoshelma

I’m going to try and get two of these out today because due to me being in work twice this week, I haven’t had availability to write. I hope to post at least three today, so I hope you all enjoy!

Requested by Anon: Since Laura is already a handful, when the reader discovers she’s pregnant she panics and keeps it a secret from Logan. When she begins to show and has incredibly odd food cravings, Laura finds her pregnancy test and decides to tell her father instead. 

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @katiedreamy @tigers-have-teeth @xavier-chxrles @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @buckybabble @avengers-bucky-fanfic @rivertales 

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Imagine Snape catching you and George passing notes in class

Today was one of those days in Potions class where you just wanted to rip your eyes out. Potions, just in general, is a class that most students (that aren’t Slytherins) dread.

But today is the most unbearable. Snape thought it would be a good idea to drone on for the whole period about Merlin knows what, then assign an essay on it when he knows no one was listening… then again that’s what teachers normally do.

You’re about to doze off when someone taps you on the shoulder.

“Mhm?” You hum and open your eyes. Your table partner smirks and points to the piece of parchment laying on top of your essay… if you can even call it that at this point.

You remove your hand from under your chin to pick up the paper and unfold it. The familiar chicken scratch handwriting brings a small smile to your face but the message written with it smacks that right off.

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anonymous asked:

4. and 39. with Remus/ Sirius you can choose. I love your blog alot💜

So I already did both these prompts for Sirius so I chose Remus instead! This is pumped full of feels, take care when reading. 

Also, some domestic Jily that no one asked for, but got anyway…

4. “Walk out that door and we’re through,” and 39. “Please come home, I miss you.” 

prompts | masterlist

Harry Potter had his mother’s eyes. He resembled his father, with a tornado of jet black hair and a mischievous yet charming grin, but the shape and color of his eyes were purely Lily. He was, quite simply, adorable. And you loved him so.

Bouncing him on your leg, Harry stretched two, pudgy hands out in front of him and curled his little fingers around your hair, giggling loudly.

“Don’t you yank my wig off, you little gargoyle,” you joked and Harry burst into a fit of giggles as though he understood your joke.

“Always knew that wasn’t your real hair,” James grinned, “And my son is not a gargoyle. He’s a baby troll.”

“Are you suggesting that Lily got freaky with a troll?” you asked and James barked out a laugh.

“What can I say? She’s kinky. Besides, who needs monogamy anyway?”

“At least the troll was more satisfying than you ever were,” Lily remarked, padding into the living room wearing a wicked grin. You choked on your laughter.

“That’s not what you said last night,” James smirks, sending a wink to his wife. He reaches out to catch Lily as she passes, she tries to dodge him, but he’s quicker and she shrieks a laugh as he collects her into his arms, pulling her onto his lap. Lily slaps his shoulder and he kisses her cheek.

“I don’t need to hear the details,” you cringe and James chortles.

“Come on (Y/N), you’re into it…” he waggled his brows, “I’m sure Lily wouldn’t mind an extra body in our bed.”

You snorted and Lily shook her head, biting her lip. “Why did I marry you?”

“For the sex, of course.” James remarked, flippantly.

“Fifth-year Lily would not be impressed, to say the least,” You retorted, “No matter how good the sex is…”

“Oh, I think I’d send fifth-year-Lily to her grave if she knew,” Lily mused, “and I wouldn’t be here, sitting on this ones lap, talking about it with you.”

“I think all that hate was just unresolved sexual tension,” James mused, though his grin was devious, “I knew you were having wild, sex dreams about me…”

“Harry, you poor, poor boy,” you remarked, as Harry launched into a fit of hysterics, “You’re going to be stuck with these jokers for the rest of your life. I pity you already.”

“Well, ya ‘know, he can’t stay innocent forever,” James remarked, though his eyes twinkled slightly as they observed his son. Pride, awe, love. There were stars in his eyes and Lily and Harry were his universe. Your smile was soft and genuine.

“Not while Sirius is around,” Lily retorts and you snort in agreement.

“Why in Godrics name would you name Sirius fucking Black his godfather. The poor boy already has to put up with James Potter as a father,” you mock-scolded Lily.

“His persuasion techniques are irresistible,” Lily grinned with a wink.

“I knew you and Sirius were fucking,” James shook his head in shame, “And to think you wouldn’t invite me…”

“Please,” Lily scoffed, “You had six years with him all to yourself. You ought to learn how to share…”

“What do you think I was doing before when I invited (Y/N) to one of our…meetings,”

“You do realize that your ten-month-old son is right here, don’t you?” you piped up, and Harry let out a delightful squeal as if to prove your point.

“Like I said, he can’t stay innocent forever,” said James, matter-of-factly.

At that moment, Harry mouth stretched into a soundless yawn and you grinned goofily at how adorable it looked on him.

“It’s his bed time,” Lily noted, rising from her husband’s lap. You handed Harry to Lily and she cradled him in her arms, beaming down at her son as he gazed up into her eyes. It was the perfect portrait of a mother’s love, a rare and priceless piece of art.

“Here, Lily, I’ll take him,” James offered, standing and stretching his arms out for Harry, “You can have a chat with (Y/N) here,” he gave her a knowing look. Lily nodded. She planted a tender kiss to Harry’s forehead and brushed some of his wild hair aside, gazing lovingly at her now-sleeping son. James, Lily and Harry; they were a masterpiece. Your heart swelled, ribs cracked, ribcage fractured. Nothing’s indestructible.  

When James had left, Lily threw herself into the armchair previously occupied by James. She sighed, airy and contented. You knew how she felt, you had felt it before.

“James is a lot of things but subtle isn’t one of them,” you noted and Lily chortled.

“He’s still learning.”

“Good luck.” You smiled, “You have a beautiful family, Lily.”

Lily’s lips curled into a soft smile, and in that smile, you saw a beauty that only true love could induce. Agape. The definition was written on her lips, sparkling in her eyes. She’d found her happiness. You’d only just lost yours.

“So do you,” she whispered, very softly, almost tentative. She knew the subject was still raw, wounds were still exposed from the fight you had had with the love of your life. The memory of it stung the gashes on your heart, it stung behind your eyes.

“I don’t know anymore,” you sighed, “I mean, he’s still beautiful. He’ll always be beautiful…”

“Fights happen. Ugly words get said and, for a while, everything’s on fire and you want to launch yourself into the sun. But it gets better. It really does.”

“Sounds like personal experience?”

“Hey, just because I love James doesn’t mean he’s not still a git. We’ll always bicker. But that’s just who we are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

That smile again. Agape.

“Remus he – he loves you, (Y/N). I’ve never known a man to be so in love with someone. It’s like a scene from an Audrey Hepburn film…”

There it was again, the pieces of your heart expanded and swelled, flowing over your ribs, leaking into your soul. Images flashed before your eyes as you thought of the other night.

“Walk out that door, and we’re through” He growled, low and animalistic. It was fierce and threatening, a wolf’s warning. Each word sunk its teeth into your heart and tore chunks from your chest.

“He doesn’t want me there,” you said after a beat of silence, “He doesn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s not true,” Lily whispered, “He’ll always want you.”

“Walk out that door, and we’re through.”

“Maybe once,” you said, pensive and sad, “But not anymore…”

Silence clouded the air like a fog of unspoken pain. Pain snuck out of your eyes, trailed track marks down your cheeks, and stuck to your chin. You swatted it away and felt the salt soak your skin. Lily reached across and covered your hand with her own, all smooth skin and slender fingers. You looked up at her, watery gaze staring into her own.

A knock on the door scattered your thoughts. You started. Lily leapt to her feet and minced toward the door. The door swung open and murmured voices resonated through the kitchen. The sound of footsteps and you rose to your feet, turning to see who the unexpected visitor was.

Lily entered the room and stood off to the side. And then…

Remus,” you whispered. It was only when you said his name that you realised how much your lips loved the word, how effortlessly it rolled off your tongue, how it danced in the air and filled your heart with more love than it could contain.

Remus stared into your eyes, pain written in every soft line, every wrinkle, filling every corner of his elegantly handsome features.

“(Y/N),” he rasped. Your heart sung and your soul wept.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” said Lily, before disappearing up the stairs to James and Harry.

You averted your eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to see you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“(Y/N),” he was pleading, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please come home, I miss you.”

“Remus,” you began, your voice tight, “Y-You hurt me. I can’t just come home. I want to, but I can’t…”

Remus nodded. “I understand. Sometimes, when you’re a werewolf, it’s hard to tell who is prey and who isn’t and sometimes, you end up hurting the people you love the most.”

You fell silent at that. Even your thoughts were quietened. He rarely ever spoke about his problem when you were together. In fact, the last time he had mentioned it was before the two of you got together, in your sixth year at Hogwarts. It had been a warning, a ‘I’m impossible to love because I’m a monster and monsters do not deserve love.’ You had vowed not to leave him, yet here you were. You had abandoned him for two days.

Every cell in your body burned for him.

“The truth is, I love you so much, I can’t breathe without you. For two days, my lungs screamed for you because you give me the desire to want to breathe. I need you.” Remus stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. He cupped your face in his strong hands, and you let him. You let him press your foreheads together as he continued to mumble ‘I need you, need you, you.’

I need you, need you, you. 

Tears filled your eyes and dripped from your lashes. He kissed them away, planted tender, sweet kisses to your entire face, as though his lips were a brush and he was painting you. And then, he found your lips. He kissed you. And you kissed him back.

When he kissed you, it truly was like a dying man taking a gulp of fresh air. You realized how much he needed you, how much you needed him. You had been so lost in your own skin, your bones so fragile, your heart lifeless and empty, your soul trapped in a limbo. And now here he was, kissing you passionately, a warm embrace that filled your lungs with air and painted your skies blue.

And then you felt it. Agape.


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Imagine being Stiles’ little sister and you and Liam are cuddling on your bed, watching movies late at night, and Stiles walks in and does a double-take, but you and Liam don’t notice him, so he kind of just smiles and closes the door for you.

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“Where’s the lamb sauce?” wanders from your bedroom into the hallway of the Stilinski house, catching Stiles’ ears as he passes your room by and causing him to glance inside the open door. He nearly passes by before he registers the sight inside. You and Liam, snuggled up on your bed as Gordon Ramsay shouts at the Hell’s Kitchen teams on your television screen.

Neither of you notice him as he works through his brief confusion before a small smile moves over his lips at the cuteness of the two of you. Stiles reaches for the doorknob, pulling the door slightly more closed for you.

Liam glances towards the door as it closes, his ears catching the slight squeak it makes, but is pulled back to the show as you chuckle, “Ramsay’s gonna’ bust a gasket! Look at how red he’s getting!”

EXO react to their crush having them as her bg pic

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Xiumin: He’s genuinely surprised! Inwardly, he would be wondering how well he’s been making an impression on his crush; sufficient enough, seeing that his crush has him set as her phone’s background pic. Minseok would comment offhandedly about this, as his crush continues scrolling through her phone, unaware. “Soo, I see you have me on your phone?” he’ll chuckle softly as his crush blushes intensely, attempting to explain. Minseok will give her the benefit of the doubt and listen closely to her, getting lost in her delicate gaze. 

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Luhan: Similar to Minseok, Luhan would be genuinely caught off guard. But, that wouldn’t stop Luhan from praising himself inwardly for his smoothness and charm. ‘Ha! I knew all that small talk would pay off eventually!’ This would be a lucid indicator for Luhan to speak comfortably with his crush and perhaps commence in the early efflorescence of a relationship with her. 

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Kris: He’s going to keep this to himself but would be highly amused upon catching this significant discovery. While passing by her, he would chuckle audibly, catching her attention, while murmuring in his signature husky voice: “Your background….so cute. I’m flattered.” Kris would love the soft blush that would manifest upon her cheeks at his comment. If a relationship were to begin between Yifan and his crush, he would bring up the memory of her having him as her background pic before dating him; recalling the memory with humor embedded within his tone. 

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Suho: He’ll burst into a fit of shy laughter once he notices this. She decided to pull Suho over and show him something off of her phone, failing to remember that she has him saved as her bg wallpaper. He notices, and tries his best to conceal his laughter in front of her. “It’s nothing! I just….one of the members you see, the other day…oh you had to be there to understand.” He’ll try and brush it off cooly, hoping she doesn’t question this further. Suho will definitely ramble on to Sehun after this finding once his crush is out of earshot. “I swear Hun, she had me on her phone lock screen! Does that mean….she must like me back!” 

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Lay: Yixing would catch on to this revelation through one of the members informing him. Softly blushing, he would feel most satisfied at the fact that his crush seems to be reciprocating these amorous feelings. Similar to Luhan, this would be Yixing’s indication to make small advancements in the relationship between him and his crush. He wouldn’t mention the wallpaper itself, but he will  always keep a soft smile each time he sees her wallpaper. 

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Baekhyun: With how keen Baekhyun’s eye is for little details, he would be able to catch onto this easily. He’s already getting along easy with his crush, enticing her with his charm, yet seeing him as her wallpaper would actually fluster him slightly. This would be expressed with an audible chuckle into his fist as he’s conversing with her. When she asks why he’s laughing, Baek would be straight up with her. “Y-your wallpaper…is me. That’s an old picture of me anyways!” She would then cutely comment on how his black hair from “Monster” era suits him, much to his surprise. “Y-you really think so? I guess it was one of my better looks!” 

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Chen: Similar to Baek, Jongdae would catch onto this quickly, and would be admittedly surprised but satisfied. He would be good at concealing his initial timidity, while conversing with her. This is essentially the perfect scenario for Jongdae to use his signature charm. “Nice background,” he would comment nonchalantly, snickering at her cute, yet flustered reaction. “You think that picture of me is good? I’ll show you something really good.” His crush can expect a surprising text later in the day of a fan cam of Chen’s performance of “Artificial Love’s” choreography.  

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Chanyeol: He would guffaw abruptly the moment he notices his crush’s background picture. He’d fail to conceal his laughs in front of her, inwardly freaking out over this discovery. ‘She has me as her pic?! This is crazy! But crazy good, that means she likes me back!’ When his crush asks him why he’s laughing, Chanyeol would just be blunt with her in defeat. “You have my picture as your phone’s wallpaper! I’m not complaining it’s really….nice.” 

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D.O: He finds this most amusing, but nothing groundbreaking. Kyungsoo would smirk with lucid enjoyment each time he takes notice of the photo. He would keep this interesting piece to himself, eventually mustering the confidence to pull his crush aside for a day and serenading her fondly. This would be a subtle signal for Kyungsoo to become closer to her. Just the thought makes him especially smiley. 

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Tao: He would be the most unfazed of all the members, somewhat expecting something like this to come up. Though he would be pleasantly surprised, Tao would still maintain his confidence. Even commenting frankly on her choice of wallpaper. “Not a bad picture of me. Do you have a saved album of me on your phone? I think it would fit nicely with the theme of your background!” He would start showing off his various pictures of himself and Candy for his crush. 

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Kai: He would become most shy of all the members, when noticing his crush’s background is of him. Jongin would do his best to attempt to conceal his faint flushing from her, in hopes of avoiding making the encounter hopelessly awkward. She’ll notice his sudden change in behavior, causing Kai to blurt aloud: “Um…I like your phone’s background….” Hands folded together, blush intensifying, he would emit a modest chuckle while petting his crush’s head affectionately. 

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Sehun: Oh this would definitely fill his ego massively. He’ll smirk with cockiness whenever he passes by her and takes a glance at her phone’s background. Just to for his own satisfaction, Sehun would purposefully sneak glances at his crush’s wallpaper of him, just to reaffirm the sheer fact that she actually has a picture of him on her phone. When she leasts expect it, Sehun would send her a text with a picture from his latest photoshoot with the caption reading: “I see you’re looking to start a photo collection of me. Here’s a better one than the one on your phone. ;)” 

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The One Where He Doesn’t

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell? 

A/N: did anyone else fully squeal over tonight’s new episode? #malec
oh and there’s new writing so check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

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“Go, I’ll stay with her,” Magnus states, his hands hovering over your body, “She’ll be okay.”

Jace hesitates as he watches over you, “Magnus…”

“Go,” he commands and Clary nods, pulling Jace through the portal with her.

Your eyes flutter open and Magnus breathes out a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall, “Oh thank god,” he mumbles.

“What happened?”

“Shax demon,” he grumbles, “You fell over the bannister trying to save Ragnor.”

“Is he-“

“He’s dead,” Magnus stammers, his voice shaking.

“Magnus, I’m so sorry,” you pull yourself up before groaning and falling back to the floor.

“Yeah, when you fell not only did you fall hard, you fell onto a vase,” he nods towards your shirt which is steeped in blood.

“How deep did it cut?”

“Let’s just say, you don’t want to look yourself,” he shakes his head, looking slightly disgusted.

“We’d better go,” he stands up, “I’ll portal us back – don’t strain yourself too much,” he instructs you, looking at you sympathetically.

“You don’t have to feel bad for me,” you grumble and Magnus shrugs, “You did take a giant shard of glass to the stomach.”

You shake your head, standing up, “I meant about Alec. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m-

Broken,” he finishes for you, “Won’t happen again,” he smiles before his expression contorts into one of concern as he notices your face draining.

“Whoa,” he catches you as you pass out, stumbling into his arms.

“So, you’ll give me away?” Alec asks and Jace grins, nodding, “I’m glad we sorted this out,” he hugs Alec .As he pulls way he stares at Alec nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Alec creases his forehead and Jace takes a deep breath, “It’s y/n, she-“

“Jace, I know what you’re going to say. But this is what’s right.”

“I-It’s not that…”

“Then what?”

“When we went to get Ragnor, a Shax demon somehow followed us. Y/N was trying to protect him but she got thrown over the bannister and a shard of glass-“

“Where is she?!” Alec’s eyes fill with worry.“In the infirmary – but Alec, I don’t think it’s wise you see her.”

“What?” his face contorts with confusion, “W-hat are you talking about? I have to see her, I have to-“

“You already said your goodbyes and agreed to stay away from each other. Don’t cause her more pain,” Jace sighs and Alec stumbles backwards, his eyes stinging as he swallows hard.

“I’m sorry Alec, I just think that’s what’s best,” Jace steps forward but Alec steps away from him, shaking his head as though he was in denial. 

“I have to go,” his voice cracks, “I have a wedding to-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence and instead stumbles out of the room.

As he passes the infirmary his heart continues to pound harder and harder as though it was trying to escape his chest and find its way to you.

“Alec,” Isabelle appears behind him, “Did you see her?”

Alec stares at her, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. She presses a hand to it, “You have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Alec mumbles, pulling her hand away, “How is she?”

“She’s severely concussed and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Izzy…”“She’ll be okay. It’ll just take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Let’s just saw you won’t see her at the wedding.”

Alec runs his fingers through his hair, running his hands from his hair down to his face and burying his head in them.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling them away, “She’ll be okay.”

“The last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want to see her again – Izzy, I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean like this, I- I-

“I know,” she pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back, “And she knows too.”

“Jace won’t let me see her…”

“I think that’s for the best Alec. I’m not sure she could take seeing you looking all strapping and handsome in your suit,” she laughs, fixing his collar.

Alec catches her hand, “Stay by her side for me, will you?”

Isabelle nods, “Of course.”

As he stands at the alter, Alec’s mind flashes to the exact moment he had broken your heart.

“Alec, what are you talking about?”

“I’m marrying Lydia.”

“That’s not funny,” you roll your eyes, going back to hanging your clothes up.

“It’s not a joke.”

You stare at Alec, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“I think its best we don’t see each other from here on after.”

“Alec,” you pull him back by his arm but he rips it out of your grasp, “I don’t want to see you again.” 

“Alec?” Lydia hisses and Alec snaps out of his thoughts, clearing his throat.

“I’ll ask again – Do you Lydia, take Alec to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

 “I do,” she smiles nervously, her eyes on Alec.

“Alec, do you take Lydia to be-“

He doesn’t,” Jace interrupts, “Not yet, anyway,” he grumbles, pulling Alec aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need to go see her, Alec, while you can.”

Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside you.

You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.

You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a cry of pain.

“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”

“We have to take her into surgery. After that, only time will tell.”

“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.

“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.

“You’re looking for Alec.”

You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through with the wedding.”

Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”

“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states, her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”

You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary steadies you, a grin on her face.

“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.

You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call out, straining.

There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.


“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain as you land on the floor.

Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the room.

“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a life size yellow teddy bear.

Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.

Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”

You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”

He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.

You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”

“No one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”

“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”

“J-Jace said you went through with it.”

“My bad!” you hear Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.

You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle, wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.

“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I felt watching you in surgery.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face before he returns to your lips.

“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France sound?”

“It sounds far away and time consuming.”

“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.

“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.

“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon tickets to Paris?”

“That’s sad… and so, so wrong,” you giggle.

“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”

“Then I’d say ‘Fuck yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”

Alec blushes, “My mum is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your lips.

A/N: make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

anonymous asked:

so hey i was thinking what about Lena is completely okay with Kara watching her shower? like through walls with her powers. and one day they invite Alex and Maggie over to dinner and Lena arrives before Alex and Maggie bc of a meeting or something and she goes over to shower and just as Maggie and Alex arrives Lena starts touching herself to relieve some tension and Kara sees her and Lena also knows that her gf is watching so she kinda puts on a show for her? and Kara being cute and turned on

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“Fifty bucks says they’re banging, and that’s why they can’t come to the door.”

It’s almost reflex, the way the back of Alex’s hand darts out to smack Maggie’s arm.

“Mags! Don’t say stuff like that!”

“What, afraid you’ll lose another bet?”

Alex levels a glare in her girlfriend’s direction.

“No, I’d just rather not think about my little sister and her girlfriend ‘banging’.”

She pulls out air quotes for extra effect, and Maggie grins.

“So does that mean you don’t wanna bet?”

Alex doesn’t credit that with a response, instead turning to glare at the door - trying to pull Kara to answer it just by sheer force of will.

It must work, because not a moment later the door swings open, Kara’s smiling face in its place.

“Hey, guys! What’s up? What are you guys doing here?”

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Ever Since You Left Pt. 2

A Shawn Mendes fanfiction. Part one here

A/N: I hope this isn’t confusing lol enjoy get ready for part 3 and then part 4 and who knows how much more stay tuned

A few days later, while hanging out at Emily’s house, she invited a few other of our friends to come hang out by her pool. The sun was warm, heating up the concrete around the water as we hung out. Brian, Shawn and Lauren were in the pool while Emily and I hung out at the edge, letting our legs hang in the water just up to our calves. We laughed as Brian and Shawn teamed up against Lauren in a spontaneous water fight.

“Leave me alone! Stop it, you guys!” Lauren shrieked, holding up her hands to protect herself from the splashes. The guys just laughed louder, Shawn coming and wrapping his arms around Lauren’s waist to jostle her around. Lauren’s laugh went up in pitch, her arm clinging to Shawn’s bicep as he held her close. Brian rolled his eyes and waded over to stand between my legs, his hands resting against my thighs. I met Shawn’s eye, saw his clenched jaw, before looking down to Brian with a fond smile.

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