Request: A micheal gray x reader where he absolutely adores her (his wife) but polly doesn’t like her and tries to break them up until she realises how happy the reader makes michael?xx
Note: I got so carried away it will be in two parts now!!
You are woken up by the sun burning through your window creating a frame of light over your fiance. His strong jaw line clenched and unclenched as he dreamed. You traced his chest with your fingers, his soft skin comforting to touch. You watched him as his eyes flickered open adjusting to his settings, smiling when he saw you staring at him.
“What are you looking at?” he smirked, pulling you closer and turning around to face you. You leaned forward pushing your lips against his as he ran his hands down your back and through your hair. You pulled away slightly as your face rested into a more serious expression.
It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 3
I’m obsessed with It’s Hard Enough! I was think you should do a part 3 where like in the episode Jughead gets in a fight with Reggie and reader somehow gets involved…And Alice Cooper is not a fan of their relationship?
I love it’s hard enough, could you possibly make a part 3? :3
If you’re new to the series : Part One , Part Two . I kinda took this part in my own way, I hope you like it!
It had been around a week since you shared your first kiss with Jughead Jones and things were going quite well. Betty convinced Jughead to join the school newspaper team, which gave you time to hang out together. Luckily for you, Betty was far too immersed in the Jason Blossom case to notice the stolen glances between you and Jughead. You found yourself spending your time after school in the newsroom, helping Betty sort out papers while simultaneously spending time with your boyfriend. Just thinking of the word, and Jughead, made you feel giddy.
“I don’t think I’ve seen Y/N smile like that in a long time,” Betty teased as you were busy sorting through pictures for the Blue & Gold. You glanced up at your sister, then at Jughead who was staring at you softly. Your felt a blush warm on your cheeks under his gaze and he smiled.
“Don’t you have a murder board to build?” You asked in order to change the subject, get the attention off of yourself. Betty smiled playfully and turned back to Jughead. They started talking quietly about the case, never loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t understand why exactly they tried to hide it from you. You were only a year younger than the two of them. Jughead explained himself one night at the diner. He had said he likes to “keep his work away from his personal life. It makes things less messy.” It was a very cold, business man-like answer that had caught you off guard. The conversation had grown quiet after that, until Jughead spoke up once more.
“It’s a way of keeping you safe,” he had murmured, looking around the diner to see if anyone from school was there. When he realized no one was, he had reached his hand across the table, grabbing yours and gave it a squeeze. You smiled at the memory, the feeling of the skin of his hand against yours.
“I just don’t know Juggie,” Betty said, breaking you from your thoughts. “I think the mystery behind my little sister’s smile is slightly more intriguing to me.” You looked up from the images and saw Betty looking at you again. You could feel Jughead’s eyes on you as you straightened your back to face your sister.
“I’m just happy to be helping you two out. It gets me out of the house, and you’re more than willing to share your friends with me.” You gestured to Jughead who smiled proudly at you. Betty nodded and walked over to you, hugging you tightly.
“I’m glad you’re happy Y/N,” Betty whispered, “with everything going on, Polly, you deserve to be happy.” You wrapped your arms tightly around your sister, returning her hug. From over her shoulder, you noticed Jughead smiling softly at the two of you. You offered a smile to him, hoping that your eyes could convey your thankful message.
“Alright,” Betty said as she pulled away from your embrace. “I gave cheer practice, so you two can either head home or keep working.” Betty walked to her bags and you looked up at Jughead once more. His light eyes were bright and he nodded quickly. You returned his gesture.
“I think I’ll stay and help out Jughead,” you said and Betty smiled as she picked up her bags from cheerleading practice.
“Okay, good luck you two.” With that, your sister walked out the door to the newsroom and left you and Jughead in a brief silence. When the sound of Betty’s footsteps faded down the hall, Jughead darted towards you. His hands grabbed yours, squeezing them gently. You looked down at your joined hands, wondering how on Earth it was humanly possible for someone’s ands to be as cold as his. You looked back up at him, meeting his gaze. You smiled when you noticed how his gaze flickered from your eyes, to your lips and then back again. You leaned up on your tippy toes, pressing a small peck to his lips. You smiled into the soft kiss, and giggled slightly when his chilled hand tickled the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Sorry,” you murmured, “your hands are freezing.” He let out a breathy chuckle, causing you to grin. Your faces remained a mere inches apart as you smiled sickeningly sweet smiles at each other.
One of Ryder’s favorite things about Aya was the view, the lush green around the city that turned into molten rock beyond. It was something Jaal also enjoyed and he could also almost always be found, which is where Ryder found him. She leaned against the railing. “You know of all the things I brought with me to Andromeda, I’m really glad I brought my library card.”
Jaal moved a little closer, “Why is that?”
“Because I’m checking you out.”
He didn’t quite understand but when Ryder looked up at him with her devious grin, his heart started to flutter.
unpopular opinion: i live for ariana grande being “bitchy” in interviews to men who ask about her love life/personal things/etc. all these “diva” moments i’ve watched of her are honestly just her not taking shit from anyone and getting annoyed that the topic in interviews shifts from her actual work to her love life or family problems or personal issues/fueds. let a woman who knows what she wants be direct and upfront about not answering questions she does not want to. idk man i respect ariana grande, she knows what she wants and gets it. fuck a diva standard if a diva is a just woman who doesn’t take shit
Imagine Darcy and Steve bonding over this mutual problem and solution adgunty: hotja: big boobs problem at the beach solved STEVE ROGERS adgunty: hotja: big boobs problem at the beach solved STEVE ROGERS Amen, Steve. dornishjediDOTtumblrDOTcom/post/160395813483/adgunty-hotja-big-boobs-problem-at-the-beach
(I have to admit that I laughed harder than I should have at that post.)
“Oh my god, really?”
Steve looks up guiltily at the sound of Darcy’s voice. He isn’t actually doing anything wrong, but he knows how weird it looks to someone who has no idea why he’s doing what he’s doing. “Hi, Darcy,” he says sheepishly, letting go of the fistfuls of sand he’s holding.
omg can we talk about getting a matching tattoo with Harry and how cute and comforting he would be during the whole thing
I love this idea. Thank you for bringing it out for tonight.
What if.. you both gave each other tattoos? Like your initials? You’d get it on your hip, and Harry would get your’s right next to his heart.
At a friend’s house you’d both do it. Harry would have to hold your hip down and you’d curse when the needle hits your skin. You’d bite your lip and hold onto a pillow or something. “You son of a-”
“Cut it, love. It’s not even that bad” he’d say and smirk up to you. The buzzing of the gun would start to ring in your ears and the pain would add up when Harry goes over the same lines. It honestly feels like he’s tracing a hot knife over your skin.
“Your skin is covered in them of course they don’t hu-” you’d start off but Harry cuts you off and wipes away the extra ink. “Done”
BTW someone has written about Harry giving Y/N a tattoo and it leads up to some sexy times, AND IT’S BEYOND GOLD. Does anyone know who is it by and what is it called?? HELP A GIRL OUT.
“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”
Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..
I arrived at the front desk and stood right in front of the guy hoping to get the persons behind the desks attention but he seemed to be very occupied with what he were doing. Should I clear my throat? I looked around and then looked at the person and politely yet awkward cleared my throat and the person raised up their head and stared at me.
“Hi… sorry to interrupt but.. I’m actually looking for someone and I need their room number.” The person stared at me and nodded.
“Sure what’s the name?”
The man quickly slipped in his computer that was inches away from him and typed up the name and smiled.
“Ah found her.”
Before letting him continue off of course I had to speak.
“Fifth floor right?”
“Um no.. She’s actually on the first floor.” As soon as the man said she was on the first floor I looked at him completely confused. I couldn’t help but to look to my left and then to my right. There’s rooms in the first floor?
“First floor?” I blurted out in shock and the man nodded.
“Actually, her mother works here as a maid so we give maids room in the first floor. “
I'm sick of trying to learn about interesting physically disabled people and being directed to articles talking about how amazing their parents were. Does anyone know any non-ableist recourses, or want to tell me about a figure themselves? Thank you 😊
These are some of my role models. A characteristic that on my point of view makes them stand out from other personalities is that they are all empowered and out of the “inspiration” speech. I linked some basic resources to each but please google them separately as they have plenty of work.
Can I just say there is WAY too much stigma around anger issues. Just because someone suffers from this doesn’t mean they’re angry all the time, it doesn’t mean they don’t care about hurting people, it doesn’t mean that they want to destroy everything. Its like every other mental illness, with that we have our on and off days, sometimes the smallest things can set us off, sometimes we’re pretty chill. And even when we are super angry, a lot of us don’t want to hurt people, and we don’t usually do, we bottle it in, hurt ourselves so we don’t have to explode on you. We do care. To be honest, a lot of us have gone through a lot behind the scenes, and a lot of that takes place in our heads, its a constant battle that feeds off our thoughts, spouting anger, we can’t help when that fire ignites, but all we can do is direct, we try not to get anyone hurt, even though we’re the ones who hurt the most. So let me just state having this illness does not change who we are, my friends know I can get real furious, but they always come to me as they know I’m actually a pretty kind guy. So please, PLEASE, don’t think that just because they have anger issues they’re a monster, just give them a chance, they might be the nicest person you’ve ever met.
“The trailer showed too much”. “They showed the whole movie”. Wow, okay, I’m pretty sure the movie will be around two hours long. Did we watch the same trailer? Because the one I saw was only 2 minutes. Oh, wait, I understand now, you THINK it showed too much because you read someone else say that it did without thinking for yourself. The part where Stark demands the suit back has apparently revealed too much. Seriously? I called that all the way back when the first trailer came out, seeing as though it shows him reverting back to his home made suit to disobey Stark and save the day to prove a point. People aren’t clever enough to calculate a plot feature, until it’s too late and they’re spoon fed it and complain that they didn’t wanna know. Hilarious. Look guys and girls, it hasn’t revealed ‘too much’ at all. I think you’ll find that 90% of trailers reveal and/or elude to story and character motives in trailers to give you a taste of what the film will be about. In other words, consider trailers to be visual Plot Synopsis’. We know how secretive Marvel are with their films - they wouldn’t have shown a tiny piece of that scene if they considered it as ‘too much’. With the logic I’m seeing from people right now: “Damn, I wish they didn’t show aliens spurting out of a worm hole in the Avengers trailer, now I know the whole movie”. “Oh no, I can’t believe they revealed that Bucky was the Winter Soldier in the trailers. I’ve seen the whole film now… all is revealed”. No. They show catalysts and motive ignitions so the audience know what direction the characters will be going in during the films. That is in no way a spoiler or 'too much’. What would have been too much is if we had a thorough back story to the Vulture, how Spidey beats him, what becomes of Peter and Stark’s relationship, does Peter tell anyone else about his identity? What will his relationship status be at the end of the film? How will the choices and actions he make define who the Spiderman is? How will he become worthy of using the high-tech suit again? What do Shocker and the Tinkerer gain from helping the Vulture? What will Spidey’s future and identity be like as a result of this highschool action drama? How is the MCU and the Uptown Queens microcosm shifted as a result? You see, there’s a lot of things that we don’t know. The trailers pave the way for questions to build interest, and the movie answers them by telling a story. Stop using the go-to complaint that they showed too much when they only eluded to the plot. It’s cliché and tiresome. Think for yourself. Sorry if I was harsh. I’m not mad, I’m just dissapointed 😂
Not gonna teach him how to dance with you - Larry. 💙💚
okay so this has to be a best friends to lovers au.
harry grew up next door to louis and they were the sort of codependent best friends that everyone wished they could be. shared everything, told each other everything, families didn’t even blink when the one not actually related to them was there at the dinner table (or, more often, when harry was downstairs making breakfast for the tomlinson-deakins after spending the night gossiping with louis until they fell asleep sharing the same pillow).
and so, of course, harry is the first person louis comes out to and then, inevitably, harry has his own Realization and pieces it together - not only does he love louis, his best friend ever, but he loves louis. he tells louis he thinks he likes boys too and they have a good cry about it, and inside harry’s chest glows with a little raging hope that tells him all he needs is a little confidence, and then he and louis can go from best friends to boyfriends. harry squirrels away every little hint louis mentions about marriage (”think i want a big wedding, haz, what do you think?”) and proposals (”it should be huge. massive. what’s the point otherwise? shout it from the rooftops, you’re in love!”) and romantic clichés (”i honestly think i’d die if someone did one of those romantic scavenger hunts for me. can you imagine? just knowing they put in all that effort, just for me.”), thinking of the day all the little facts he’s piled up about louis will come in handy.
but, also of course, it’s never that easy. school and friends and harry’s fears get in the way and soon they’re adults, and harry’s been in love with louis for half his life. he’s dated a little but nothing that stuck, and he lived through each of louis’ short-term boyfriends too, glad to see the back of them when they leave.
harry tells himself every morning, “today’s the day. today i tell him.”
in comes a new boyfriend, but this one is different. this could go one of two ways - he could be an utter douchebag, of course, and as you continue reading you hate him more and more on harry’s behalf. but what’s even worse is thinking about this new boyfriend, let’s call him tom, being a genuinely great guy.
because louis has good taste, right? so of course this boyfriend is beautiful, and he’s kind, and maybe he donates money to charity and adopted an old blind dog so it wouldn’t die in a shelter and he helps babysit louis’ youngest siblings without complaint.
and harry wants to hate him. and he does, a little. he’s always going to hate anyone who can rest their hand on louis’ waist without garnering snickers from their friends, or anyone who can refer to themselves and louis as a “we” and it means something. but also.. he sort of can’t hate him.
so harry watches, his stomach getting heavier with each new day, as this guy inserts himself into louis’ life. first as “this guy i’m seeing” and then “you know, tom, we’ve been out a few times” on to “tom, my boyfriend.” he has to watch as all of louis’ smiles are directed at someone else when all these years, they’d been for harry; no other boyfriend captured louis’ attention, no one else was as large a presence in louis’ life as harry had always been.
and tom, being the good guy that he is, wants to know harry. he wants them to be best friends too, says things like “i know you’re the most important thing in louis’ life, but i hope there’s room in it for me, too” and god, how harry wants to hate him. but he’s still there, still waving harry off when he tries to pay for his own meals when they’re out together, still trying valiantly to find a friend so harry can double date with him and louis.
then it gets worse. maybe it’s valentine’s day, or their anniversary: either way, tom wants to celebrate, and he wants to do it right. so he asks harry.
“you know louis better than i ever could,” he says, pleading. “what would he want? what does he love more than anything in the world?”
and harry’s torn. because if he says what he wants, then tom is going to do the exact opposite of what he should, and louis will be angry and maybe they’ll even break up. or, if he says what he knows he should, he’ll help tom wow louis with the date of his dreams, basically shoving the two of them down the aisle and leaving him alone watching them go. but… but louis would be happy. and that’s all harry wants, really, more than having louis for himself. for him to be happy.
so he does the right thing. he helps tom start planning a scavenger hunt, a massive, full day of finding clues at all louis’ favorite places. harry suggests starting with a tea at louis’ favorite shop, so he’ll be in a good mood; he tells tom that louis’ favorite place to go when he needs a moment alone is the rooftop of their old flat building, a little garden hidden away from the world; he helps plan so that at about two o’clock, when louis always gets hungry and crabby, he’ll be able to stop in for a bite at the bakery he and harry visit almost every weekend. he knows louis loves spectacles, so he tells tom to set up a fireworks display. he knows louis likes an audience, so he tells tom to have their families and friends involved wherever possible.
when tom mentions, in one of their planning sessions, that he’s been looking at rings, and this scavenger hunt is so romantic, maybe he should just propose at the end, harry swallows down the bile in his throat and pulls out the final piece of knowledge, the piece de resistance.
because in louis’ mum’s backyard back in donny, there’s a tree, and carved into that tree is LT + and a blank space, surrounded by a carved heart. louis put it there the night he came out to harry, and he whispered into harry’s ear that when he found the boy of his dreams they’d come here, and they’d carve his initials in next to louis’. harry tells tom to end there, that if he wants to propose, that’s the place to do it. it’s a secret he’s never told anyone else.
so the day comes, and tom is planning to be there to meet louis at the end, under that old tree in jay’s backyard in donny, and harry, because he’s a masochist, will be the one guiding louis through the scavenger hunt through the day.
which is a mistake on both tom and harry’s parts, because that means louis spends all day feeling loved, and cherished, and in a romantic haze, and he’s spending it all with harry. they watch fireworks as the sun sets and louis lays his head on harry’s shoulder; harry squeezes his eyes shut and hopes the sun never fully disappears so they don’t have to move on.
but it does, and they’ve collected all the clues and made their way from place to place, and then it’s time to go to donny. harry follows louis through his mum’s house, the lights all dark, before he stops at the glass door leading to the backyard. the tree is surrounded by candles, the ground dotted with rose petals. off to one side, tom is there in a tux, looking nervous. on the tree, louis’ initials and the heart have been illuminated with a thin string of lights.
louis, when he turns to harry, doesn’t say anything about the obvious proposal coming his way. he just says, “i’ve never told anyone about that heart on the tree.” a slight narrowing of lovely, sharp eyes. “no one but you.”
and harry, so in love with this boy for so many years, blinks back a few tears and says, “you found someone whose initials belong in that space with yours.”
louis looks at him for a long time, so long a tear actually does escape, and louis wipes it away with his thumb. “don’t go too far,” he says, then steps quietly out into the backyard where tom is waiting.
but harry can’t just stay, not for this, so he leaves louis’ old house and walks, his feet leading him in endless circles as he tries not to think about louis saying yes to someone else, but then his phone buzzes in his pocket. come back, louis says, and harry’s helpless to obey, even tonight.
so he goes back. walks through jay deakin’s quiet, dark house, to the glass door looking out into the backyard. louis is there, tom isn’t; maybe he’s getting a car to take them to a hotel? or maybe changing out of his tux? harry doesn’t care; he steps out onto the grass and walks to louis.
“i said no,” louis says.
harry stumbles, his eyes wide. “you said no? why? why wouldn’t you say yes?”
louis shrugs. “tom is a perfect guy, and he’ll make someone else very happy. but he’s not perfect for me.”
and then he looks at the tree, and harry follows his gaze, and there, under LT +, is HS. LT + HS. and under that, looking newly carved, is forever.
“it’s always been you, haz,” louis says. and later they’ll talk about how they’ve both been pining but scared for so many years, trying to move on even when they couldn’t. but tonight, next to this tree, surrounded by candles and the memories of growing up and falling in love, harry finally, finally pulls louis close and plans on never letting go.
But He's the Gryffindor Seeker!! (Young James Potter x Slytherin reader)
A/N: okay tbh i’m pretty happy with this one hehehehe.. i hope the anon who requested this likes it!!
word count: 1040
warnings: none (?)
You sit in the bleachers, looking out at the quidditch pitch, surrounded by your Slytherin peers. Today was Gryffindors versus Slytherins and you were quite conflicted. Do you support your house, or your boyfriend, seeker of the Gryffindor team?
You haven’t told anyone that you were dating James, because who would pass up the chance to torment a girl dating a boy from her rival house? It killed him, too, not being able to tell anyone. Being the arrogant guy he is, he just wanted to show you off, rub you in everyone’s face.
He flies onto the field, flashing a grin in your direction. You have to hide the blush in your cheeks with your green and silver knit scarf. You hear your comrades scoffing at his gesture, not knowing it was meant for you. One of your few friends elbows you. “Who does Potter think he is?”
You shrug in response. If only they knew how much of a sweetheart James really was..
The match goes back and forth for quite a while, your eyes were trained on him the whole time. He threw glances your way whenever he could. That’s when you see him go zooming down the field. He’s seen the snitch. He had to have. The next thing you know, all the Slytherins were booing and screaming. James won the game. You bite your lip to hide your smile.
You’re so, so proud of him. He’s beaming, holding the gold ball in his hand. All of his friends have run over and surrounded him. You, once again, have your face hidden in your scarf. As you go to leave the stadium, you don’t see him pushing past the crowd.
In fact, you don’t notice until his mouth is on yours, his arms wrapped around you. You pull away, realizing what’s just happened. Much of the commotion stops. All eyes on you. Mouths are hung wide open. You gasp in disgust and push away from him. “YOU CREEP!!!!!” You shriek, murmuring a quiet, “I’m sorry,” as you push past him. He stares at you as you swiftly push through everyone with your head down.
You make your way up to your dorm, your roommate right on your heels, asking for answers. You lay face down on your bed, burying your face in your pillow. “Really, Y/N! What was that?! Why did he kiss you?!”
You groan. “I don’t know! Maybe he thought I was someone else!”
“But that just doesn’t add up!” Your friend responds.
“Okay, fine! Fine. I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell anyone.” You sit up and sigh. Your roommate nods. “Yes. James and I are.. kind of a thing.”
“How?! He’s the Gryffindor seeker!! How did you even start talking to him?!” She flips.
You fall onto your back and run a hand down your face. “We have a few classes together. He’s actually really cool. Whatever. I’m done talking about it. And I swear to Salazar, if you blab-!”
“Yeah, yeah.” She rolls her eyes and walks out, leaving you alone.
Later, you’re making your way to the Great Hall for dinner when a boy stops you, a Slytherin, same year as you. He towers over you. “Hey, Y/N.” His name is Alex, you think.
“Oh, uh, hi.” You respond with a shy wave. “S'cuse me.” You mutter as you try to get past him.
“No. No,” He takes hold of your arm, squeezing it. “you’re with that Potter git, aren’t you?” He leans down, your faces are inches apart and you could not be more uncomfortable. “Why don’t you spend the night with a real man? I guarantee you won’t remember why you were with him in the first place.” He goes for it. He leans in, trying to force his lips to yours.
“Hey, mate. If I were you, I’d get your hands off the girl.” There’s a familiar voice behind the two of you.
Thankfully, Alex turns around. “And why would I do that?”
James crosses his arms. “Really?” He cocks an eyebrow, easily reaching for his wand and muttering some incantation you’ve never heard before. Alex goes running, hand over his mouth, gagging. You sit there in shock, staring at James. He races toward you and takes you in his arms. “Are you alright love?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just- what did you do to him?” You chuckle.
“Hexed him.” He shrugs. “A little something I learned.. Gave him a bit of indigestion..” He laughs. “Really, though, Y/N, you’re sure you’re okay?” He pulls away slightly to see your face.
“Yes. I’m good.” You nod, giving him a smile and a peck on the cheek.
He grins. “Well, I suppose you’re gonna break up with me now, yeah?”
“And why would I ever do that?” You tilt your head at him.
“The whole school knows that we’re together, now.” His face drops, wavering from his normal cheeky smirk. “I mean, if things like that are gonna happen to you all the time-”
You cut him off by grabbing his cheeks and smooshing them together. “Stop it. I love you and no one is gonna stand in the way of that. I can learn a few hexes myself.” You unsquish his face and place a kiss on his lips. “I’ll be fine. Now, I have to go find my roommate and kill her.”
Before you can stomp off into the Great Hall, he pulls you back into him and kisses you again. He takes your bottom lip gently between his teeth and just barely pulls away, knowing that this drives you mad. “There’s gonna be a party in the Gryffindor common room tonight and I really want you to be there.” James leans his forehead against yours, waiting for a response. You close your eyes and think it over for a brief minute, before nodding. His eyes light up. “Really?!” He takes your hands in his own. You nod again. “Are you serious?!”
“If you don’t stop, I’m not gonna show up.” You whine.
“If you don’t show up, I’ll march straight up to your dorm and drag you there.” He nuzzles his nose against yours, making you giggle as you two head to dinner, hand in hand.
I've noticed some people from the other side said Gillian doesn't care about season 11 and she's not excited to do it... if she wasn't, then she wouldn't do it! Do people honestly think she had to? She's a busy person and if she didn't want to be doing more x files I'm sure she wouldn't agree. Her signing up for it means that she can, wants to and probably is excited to do more. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here and we wouldn't have season 11.
Didn’t it come from one of them? There will always be people wanting to speak up for Gillian even if they don’t know anything about what she thinks or wants or does, but if Gillian is doing more X-Files, it’s because she has decided to. She’s a grown up woman, she doesn’t need anyone to speak for her.
It’s not news there are people in this fandom who didn’t want a season 11. It’s their right, even if I find it weird because they’re supposed to be X-Files fans but anyway, but if Gillian didn’t want to do more, she would have said no.
I don’t know if she does it because she loves the show, maybe not, but no matter what her motivations are, money, working with David, working the old crew again, exposure, because she’s writing or directing one, or whatever, they’re all respectable and none of our business. In the end, I don’t care why she does it, I’m just really happy she does and I’m sure she is too.
It wont be long since she starts to give interviews for this new season, so we’ll have a real sense of her excitement.
Imagine getting jealous after Sonny reunites with his first love
Imagine getting jealous after Sonny reunites with his first love
“Amanda!” you hissed as she walked by you, you grabbed her arm and pulled her beside you.
“Is it still going on?” she asked, looking over in the same direction you were. With narrowed eyes you nodded.
“Am I being crazy?” you asked looking for reassurance.
“Most definitely.” she chuckled.
“But he’s still talking to her.” you pointed out, “It’s been thirty minutes.”
“They might be talking about a case.” Amanda offered, watching them.
Suddenly, they both broke out into laughter.
“Yeah, they are definitely talking about the case.” you commented rolling your eyes dramatically.
“Hey, you know that Sonny would never cheat on you, right? That boy loves you more than life itself.” Amanda reminded.
“I know.” you sighed, “He’s annoyingly literally the perfect guy. He’s too sweet to notice when anyone is flirting with him. I trust him. I just don’t trust anyone else. The might take advantage of him.”
“He’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.” Amanda informed.
“Hardly, he’s more of a puppy dog. An adorable little puppy dog who needs to be protected from the big bad world.” you commented trying to be bitter but emotion took over.
“If I don’t know any better I would say that you’re jealous.” Amanda sing-songed, raising her eyebrows at you.
how can anyone not be afraid of love + ripsara please
Sara says, “I love you,” like she’s telling him the day of the week. Casual, easy, without any hesitance. Like she barely even realizes that she has said them.
Meanwhile Rip -
Rip can’t breathe.
Suddenly the world seems to slow down, time itself stops in place, only for a moment, just long enough for Rip to forget how to exist.
The rest of the universe moves again, the team going about their business, heading off in various directions to prepare for their next stop in time. But his body refuses to move and follow them because -
Because she loves him.
Enough to say it easily.
Rip can still remember the last time a woman told him that she loved him, moments before her death, and love - love is pain, it’s knowing that the inevitable loss will hurt more than living ever has.
How can anyone not be afraid of love?
He loves her too.
Of course he does, because who could not love Sara Lance.