even when she forgets the words

Help. I’ve fallen hard for Mystic Messenger and I can’t get up. 

I’m one of those fans who have multiple MCs, cause damn they all deserve to be happy. It’s just more fun that way for me ^-^ In all my MM headcanons, art, and fanfics- I always use these girls. 

How their story works is that Unknown has 5 different girls to choose to send to the RFA, and whichever member he wants to manipulate determines which girl he chooses to be the party planner (and therefore determining what route the player is on.) All 5 of them were specifically chosen because Unknown knew they would have the most significant influence on their target RFA member.

If you want to know who they are and read more about them, just continue under the cut!

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Honestly, we don’t talk about Clarke’s love for Bellamy as much as we should. The episode was littered with hints of it coming through as it always does when stakes are high. Don’t forget that her first words of the season were used to reassure him. She says “she’ll be okay, Octavia can take care of herself.” It took her one second to notice his look of concern and she immediately jumped into Reassuring Girlfriend Mode™. He didn’t even say ONE word and she knew where his thoughts were. When she see’s him coming towards Echo, with a blade pressed to her throat she yells “BELLAMY DON’T.” Because she damn well knows that he’ll risk his life for her, and she’d rather surrender herself then ever see something happen to him because of her. And when he’s pulled into the room and Echo puts the blade to his throat, Clarke is quick to start talking. Like any natural born leader, she uses her words to talk herself out of any situation. It’s her best chance. So don’t forget about all the ways Clarke Griffin showed that she loves Bellamy Blake, her support, her appreciation, her protectiveness. This was only the first episode and we already saw so much from her. 

Do You Miss Me (at all) Sherlock x reader part 1

A/N: This took me forever to finish! For the love of god, I struggled with this hours and days! So, this will be two parted, and apologizes for not posting fanfics for awhile, I’ve been busy with other things (also tried to figure out how to continue the heartless, there will be a new chapter of it soon enough, hopefully) also this was supposed to be out at Friday, but I couldn’t get myself to finish this since this basically a dialogue done by shouting and fighting. But anyway, hope this is good in some sort of weird way.


Here’s a link for the next chapter http://all-fandoms-fiction.tumblr.com/post/157287362239/do-you-miss-me-at-all-2-sherlock-x-reader


You had been in a relationship with Sherlock for over four months now and not to get you wrong, you did love the high functioning sociopath even if it got rough. For example he barely told you he cared for you more than as a friend. It had taken him all his might to tell you that just that once when you started dating and you were as surprised as anyone would’ve been in that situation. To hear Sherlock Holmes, the detective incapable of understanding sentiment or compassion, say he loved you was enough to make you faint, but you didn’t. First you thought it had to be a trick, to test an experiment and one specific kind had slithered in your mind. He was probably testing how you felt about him, even having his own suspicions of you having feelings for him. Maybe he was waiting for your pupils to dilate, testing your pulse? Then he did something that nearly gave you a heart attack. He had kissed you. From there on you two had started dating, but it took some time from him to convince you he really liked you and it wasn’t for a case or a test.

It had been just once he had said he loved you, from that on everything had gone down hill. You knew he wasn’t into opening his heart, which you had become aware of that second he had opened it to you, but you couldn’t but wonder had he come to his senses of you and realized he had only fancied you for short amount of time and the feelings had died by now. At bad days he seemed he barely even acknowledged you were in the same room. He was snarky with his comments, nearly making eye contact and ignoring you at times. It wasn’t anything John hadn’t ever experienced with Sherlock but you couldn’t stop thinking that you would be even slightly privileged to be treated in better way than that.

Sherlock had been buried with work, now on his list at the top was a new case that hadn’t made any progress and it frustrated him. He was tense and easy to piss off. You were the same, but for other reasons. His acts had reflected on you, his now nasty personality and way of ignoring you made it impossible for you to stand him.

The two of you had just come back to Baker Street from a crime scene and you were fuming of rage. Once again you had been pushed aside and treated like you knew nothing. Even Lestrade, just like Sherlock always said, was capable of sensing the situation. Even the police inspector was able to make out Sherlock was doing a lousy job as a boyfriend. You couldn’t forget the wide eyes and the blank, puzzled stare he gave to you two when Sherlock pushed you, no, he literally pushed you more than once aside and kept telling you to keep quiet as your suggestions and deductions would just embarrass him, you and everyone around.

You stomped up the stairs to the flat, Sherlock following after you. You stayed close to the door leading back downstairs while Sherlock went to sink in his chair. He released a long heavy sigh and closed his eyes in disappointment. He muttered how useless the visit had been and how it had only cost his precious time on the case in hand. The crime scene you two just witnessed had, as he said, obviously nothing in common.

”Did you really have to do that?” You questioned after waiting enough, listening to Sherlock muttering and complaining about the case. Your hands were crossed over your chest and your right foot was tapping the floor in an impatient way. To this Sherlock answered with lowered brows and watched you in confusion. You huffed and looked away. ”Embarrass me in front of the whole Scotland Yard?” You corrected. Sherlock only rolled his eyes and went to correct you. ”There was nearly even half of the Scotland Yard present.” Sherlock shifted in his seat. ”I wouldn’t worry about them. They barely know anything so you being incorrect now and then wouldn’t make them any better than you.”

You could hang onto that statement, he had almost praised you just now and it was the best you had got from him for since he had been burdened with this particular case, but then again you didn’t need to settle for this. This wasn’t enough to wipe all the bad comments he’d made in the past though you weren’t even sure was there anything he could do, a one single act that would calm you.

”To you that was the entire Scotland Yard.” You pushed persistently. He had said it himself countless of times. The people in Scotland Yard that had ever worked with him were the only people that counted if you asked for his opinion.

”Well, yes, but obviously it wasn’t exactly the whole Scotland Yard.” Sherlock placed his fingers under his chin, resembling his mind palace position but he kept his eyes open and on you. He eyed you suspiciously, trying to deduce what you were going through in your head, but judging by his expression he had no idea what made you so pissed. ”Is something bothering you?”

To that you let out a sarcastic laugh. Had he really only got that out of you? He really was as magnificent and astonishing as John always said. Sarcastically saying of course. But this time he surprised you by how dumb he was.

”Are you really that blind?” You finally snapped. You humorously watched as Sherlock gave away how offended he was by your statement but without skipping a beat you continued. ”You embarrassed me in front of Scotland Yard! And that’s not all! You’ve treated me worse and worse the further we get down on this case. Hell, you even treat Anderson better than me!” And it was true. He had even praised Anderson today for stating something so obvious and simple that even a blind person would’ve seen it.

”I was being sarcastic.” Sherlock muttered seriously and looked down on the floor, clearly drifting away from the conversation and to his mind palace.

”Well, it wasn’t clear!” You yelled and threw your hands in the air. ”Everybody thought you really meant it. And don’t dare shut me off now!” You took three long steps and put your hands on either side of Sherlock’s armrests on his chair, your face inches away from his. ”Don’t treat me like this!”

”Treat you like what?” Sherlock shot up from his seat, you taking a fast step backwards to make more room between the two of you. He stared back at you coldly. His blue eyes were like frozen and he looked intimidating. Sherlock tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he questioned you.

”I told you already! You ignore me! Like I don’t exist at all! You always pretend like I’m not there. You put your work first and I feel like I don’t even exist on the list of your priorities! You also have pushed me around, literally, and you won’t let me even speak when we’re out!”

”Stating the obvious shouldn’t be reworded! You want me to let you embarrassed yourself? By pointing out what everyone is able to witness with their own eyes?”

”Oh, so now I’m embarrassing myself? Thank you for saving me, Sherlock, for keeping me quiet when I could’ve said something dumb!” The room was silent for a second, until you took a deep breath. ”Look, you keep me around but make it feel like I am the one clinging on you and following you like a lost puppy, and when I try to advance you, you only shoot me down. You won’t show me I matter!”

”I have told you how I feel about you, do you really need me to do it several times a day? Because you know I won’t be up to it. I am not a man who keeps showering you with all the pleasantries and praises-!”

”I know that and it’s not what I asked!” You snapped back. You were wondering was Mrs. Hudson listening to you two shouting. If she was she was probably worried. Worried what you’d do if this would go further on and how you would end up like. Mrs. Hudson knew what Sherlock was capable of when he was bored or even drugged, but when angered? And with you against him? You couldn’t answer to that either.

”Then what is it? I can’t quit my job and forget all the cases just because of you. Just because of love.” He pronounced the last word with disgust, as if the whole word was ridiculous to even be said.

”I’m not telling you to quit, I’m suggesting you to leave it be when you clearly can’t work it out, not now at least. You’ve run out of clues and there is nothing you can do to make the problem solved. You have to wait!”

”I can’t just wait until another one gets killed!” Sherlock spit out and glared down at you.

”Well, there’s nothing else you can do.” You told him matter of factly. ”Just talking about the case makes you a mess, Sherlock. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and how you treat people around you is horrible. Even if you have a problematic case in hand it doesn’t give you the privilege to act like a moron!”

”Oh so I am the one acting like a moron?” Sherlock looked down on you. ”You have done nothing to help me on this case, the reason I keep you around is only because I thought there would be use of you, but guess I was wrong with you. And here you are, waiting for me to sugar coat you with flatter and sweet talk. Like it wasn’t enough I told you once how I care about you.” He had struggled enough by telling you he loved you once, and what were the looks of it he wasn’t going to do it ever again and actually it made you want nothing more than him to never say anything to you.

”I knew what I was getting myself into when I started this relationship with you.  I know it’s hard for you to say how you feel, but I’m not asking you to tell me that. It’s just that you never show it! You never sit next to me, you never walk close to me, and you barely talk to me! If you could just treat me like a human being!” You didn’t let Sherlock answer, you paced around nervously, but not scared. You were infuriated. ”I really thought I wouldn’t be the only one to do things I don’t usually like to do. Like waking up at 3am in the morning to visit a crime scene, or running around London after a maniac without eating for a whole day! I still never complaint! But where I draw the line is when I am treated worse than even the people you can’t stand!”

”Enough with Anderson already!” Sherlock sighed and spin around.

”I’m not talking about Anderson! I am saying you don’t treat me like your girlfriend and even Lestrade saw what was going on today!” You felt bad at thinking about it again, your stomach dropped at the thought of it. ”The way you act towards me isn’t normal, Sherlock!”

”So I’m supposed to be all around you when we’re on a case? Oh, wake up, (Y/n)! I do not show emotions or am I even capable of feel certain of emotions. Love and sentiment do not get me anywhere and there for I keep them out of my life!” You flinched. That was it. You had enough.

”Then let me help you.” You said and went to get your bag.

”What are you doing?” Sherlock asked sounding bored and fed up by your attitude, his brows furrowed.

”Like you said, you rid yourself of certain feelings. There for I’m leaving. Sorry I ever bothered to step into your life.” You said and turned. ”Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.” And with that you left. You went down the stairs in a hurry and rage, stomping loudly. You heard Mrs. Hudson come out of her flat, now standing next to the front door, looking at you worriedly.

”Are you two having a little domestic?” She asked with a sad and nervous tone.

”Could say so.” You answered coldly and opened the door.

”When are you coming back, dear?”

”I’m not.” You deadpanned. You had stopped at the entrance and were looking at Mrs. Hudson with a serious expression.

Mrs. Hudson gazed up the stairs to the living room. ”I’m sure what ever he said he doesn’t mean it.” She assured you, but you knew better and you also had made up your mind.

”I’m sure he did.” You told, then closing the door and left Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson was left alone to wonder what had happened. She let her eyes wonder towards the stairs again, whispering sadly to herself, ”What have you done now, Sherlock?”

*clears throat*

I’ve been rambling around a bit and I was thinking (considering the amount of sexual implications during the whole chapter, lmao) how it would be if Touka and Kaneki ever have sex. You can take this as some kind of au headcanon if you want.

I was feeling so… emotional? Because I think it’d be extremely important and beautiful for both of them. Touka has been waiting for him for years, she kept the hope and had to face him when he didn’t even know who she was, she’s been left behind constantly by the people she loves but she never got angry at Kaneki for doing so, she kept waiting and waiting and he’s finally here, he’s here. Imagine how it would feel for Touka to have him real, real close; and forget about the word “sex” for a moment, just replace it with love. Both skin to skin, and she’s holding him like she always wanted to do, and he’s close to her heart (her boobs) and she has him, right there, with her, after so many years of being apart, so many years of trying to chase him, running after him to keep up with his pace, being ignored and pushed away, dreaming of him and wondering if she would ever have the chance to see him again. 

And for Kaneki… a boy who always wanted to be loved, a boy who thinks no one really needs him, that he doesn’t deserve any kind of love from anyone. Being touched and kissed by someone like Touka, someone who always believed in him and encouraged him to be brave and fight his own demons. Feeling her lips whispering how much she loves him, how loved he is and how important he is in this world… both are so broken inside, both are seeking the same thing, to have someone by their side, to not feel lonely. Making love isn’t just something about the touching and the sexual chemical between two individuals, but the feeling of love. Of having someone by your side that holds you real close and tells you that you are not alone, that both became one in that ephemeral moment, two souls merging into one. I don’t think it will be a super happy horny sex but a sad/emotional sex… I feel like Kaneki will drop some tears even if he feels happy and Touka will weep too, holding him and feeling him after so many years of loneliness. I think it can be a huge, beautiful and significant moment for both not only as a couple, but as individual characters.

I got thinking about sana and yousef dancing together & now I can’t get the idea out of my head (this was just meant to be headcanons but it kinda turned into a oneshot so enjoy lol):

• yousef and sana at the beginning of their relationship still feeling a bit shy in front of each other so yousef sticks to dancing by himself/with the boys

• one day sana’s in her room chilling with chris (i miss their friendship ok?) when Keep Ya Head Up by 2pac suddenly starts blaring through the apartment
• sana tries to just keep on doing her thing, scrolling through her phone, ignoring the song, but chris is staring at her like “sana?? hello??? can you not hear that extremely loud music????” and sana just brushes it off like “oh it’s just yousef and the boys, they’re probably dancing or something”
• so now chris is staring at her like?? your boyfriend dances??? do they all dance?? does MIKAEL dance?? is he good????? sana I have to see this
• sana (because she doesn’t wanna make yousef uncomfortable) just shakes her head and tells chris she should drop it, “they’re not that great, plus my mum could dance better than mikael any day” (but secretly we all know sana loves watching yousef dance, she loves the way he’s so at peace and looks so happy when he’s dancing, plus he’s so GOOD at it)
• for about 30 seconds they stay sitting on the floor, but now sana’s just pretending to scroll through her phone because all she really wants to do is get up and rap/sing along with the music
• eventually she can’t take it anymore, she huffs and gives in, gets up and opens the door (they’re playing 2pac, that’s practically begging for her attention)
• the girls walk out of sana’s room (chris is very intrigued and excited because boys dancing !!!) and they find the boys crowded around yousef who’s dancing in the middle of the living room, showing them a routine
• sana tries to hold chris back from walking into the room because she still doesn’t want to make yousef uncomfortable, but chris walks straight in, winking at mikael as she does so
• sana however stays behind the door, standing there with that cute lil smile on her face because she adores watching yousef so much, he’s so into the dance, moving with the music and smiling, and all his friends are so in awe of him but then yousef opens his eyes and sees sana in the doorway (seems to be a common theme in this relationship) and he gets all bashful because he doesn’t want to dance in front of her
• this is met with a chorus of “bro what the fuck???” “why can’t sana watch you” “come on man you’re so good” from the boys (because they see how talented he is, they just want him to show it off!!!)
• then chris, who just has her eyes on mikael tbh, decides to pipe up like “ok yousef, how about we turn this into a dance contest, you’ve had your go so how about, I don’t know… mikael!! how about you dance next”
• all the boys start laughing, pushing mikael into the middle of the room, but he pushes back like “now boys, you’ve all seen me dance and we know I’m incredible, that’s a given, but you know who we’ve never seen dance? sana. I think she should go next”
• everyone starts chanting her name (other than yousef who’s just staring at her very fondly) and she’s just like “hahaha nooo I don’t dance, I’ve got better things to be doing” and starts walking back to her room when yousef catches her arm and suggests that maybe the two of them could.. dance together? (this is met with a chorus of cheers from everyone else, especially chris, who wants to see sana actually dance, not just bob her head like she does at parties)
• plus yousef may be embarrassed dancing in front of sana alone but he’s willing to push that aside to get her to dance in front of him (even better WITH him)
• the boys start playing the music again and sana’s just staring at yousef as he starts moving his hips to the music and pulling her back into the room because she’s stuck when she looks at him??? she can’t move for the life of her because she’s nowhere near as good as yousef and she’s never properly danced in front of anyone else so what is she meant to do??? but yousef just smiles at her, moves his hand down to hold hers and squeezes it gently
• at first they’re just looking at each other and stepping side to side (and yousef is smiling so hard now but sana’s trying to keep her Feelings on the down low so she’s trying to look unimpressed; inside she is screaming) but then the song gets to the chorus and yousef dramatically twirls her around as they hear ‘keep ya head up’ being sung and then sana can’t help herself, she finally lets herself move a little more to the music (relaxing, nodding her head, and stepping in time with yousef, even swaying her hips ever so slightly, and letting herself smile just a tiny bit) because she loves this song and she really likes this boy
• both of them start quietly singing/rapping along to the song (you know sana knows all the words and yousef learnt them all once he realised sana loves 2pac) and they eventually completely forget that their friends are watching them because they’re in a world of their own now, just surrounded by the music, smiling and dancing with each other
• they only stop when the song fades away and the boys all starting clapping and yelling “THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL” but as sana turns around, she sees chris filming them on her phone so sana practically jumps onto her and grabs the phone away to delete the video
• “but sana that was so cute, vilde would love it… can’t I just send it to the girls????”
• “sana bakkoush doesn’t do cute. you can never tell anyone about this. NONE OF YOU can ever tell anyone about this” (but inside Soft Sana is smiling because she knows it was cute and she really enjoyed it)
• the joke’s on sana though because mikael filmed the whole dance and he uploads it onto Hei Briskeby
• cue the comments from vilde and eva like “SANA YOU AND YOUSEF ARE GOALS😍😍😍😍 ALL OF US HAVE TO GO DANCING SOMETIME!!!💖🌸
• elias comments "she got her dancing skills from me guys you’re welcome”
• isak comments “you’re better at dancing than you are at biology, maybe you should stick to that from now on
also even wants me to say that this is the sweetest thing in the world, better than any romance film he’s ever seen (ur still not cuter than us tho sorry)”

• after this day, dancing becomes a regular thing for sana and yousef (but only when they’re alone so that sana doesn’t have to grab any more phones)
• when they’re feeling silly they dance to upbeat bubblegum pop songs (very evak-esque), just jumping around and grinning at each other and when one of them’s sad or stressed they’ll put on something slow and just be together, not having to say anything
• dancing becomes an easy way for them to communicate without words, one of them will just put on a song and they’ll dance together knowing that it only has to be the two of them and they can let everything go for a little while

Parking Lots and Velvet Skies

A/N: Based on the song Carry Me, by Kygo and Julia Michaels

Like a flag after a war, when you’re gone or when you’re first born, could you carry me?

There was something about the way he held onto her hand so tightly, that made her stomach twist, but in a good way. His fingers fit perfectly with hers, and his touch was as smooth as his cheesy pick up lines, that funnily enough always worked well on her. She wished to be carried by him like a child at all times, she wished to be in his arms as much as possible. A favorite thing of hers to do was lay in his hotel bed on late nights after spontaneous dates, and pretend to be asleep just so she could feel him move her in his arms and gently place himself down next to her. He probably would’ve done that anyway, even if he knew she was awake, but for some reason it felt more romantic when she let the stress in her bones leave her, and let him carry the weight of her heart in his hands. She had never been so beautifully in love with someone, until him. He was the singing in her soul, the smile on her lips. He made the starts shine brighter, and he knew exactly how to make her laugh when she needed it.

“I wish we could always be together.” She vividly remembers whispering these words against his lips, with a few tears rolling down her cheeks as he prepared to get onto another plane to leave her yet again. Missing someone before they even left, was the worst feeling in the entire world. Will he forget about me? Will he come back and not love me anymore? These were frequently asked questions in her own mind, and she worried constantly. But their connection was strong enough to hold everything together, and he calmed her worried feelings.

“We are always together. Always always always.” He would say and she instantly felt better. Even if they weren’t together physically, they were still always together in spirit, and they were still desperately in love with each other. Or at least she was, and she always would be, even when times were tough.

I don’t know how we, how we got so far you and me. Almost like there’s oceans between us.

Months went by, and feelings changed just like the weather. Every nightmare she had came true and the whole world came crashing down. He was meeting new girls, and finding new sentiments. She was becoming nothing but the dust in the air that got caught on his coat every once in a while, but only for him to brush off. The goodnight texts stopped, the constant FaceTiming was no longer essential to their busy lives. Phone calls and long sappy texts became surprises, and she jumped in excitement whenever she heard her phone go off. But something was different. Different in his tone, different in the way he worded his messages. He was becoming so heartbreakingly distant, and the small oceans that always seemed to be between them became big. These large beautiful oceans in the middle of their love were not beautiful anymore. They were polluted and dirty, and the bright sun that reflected off the water, was now dim. Her heart shattered at the thought of him falling out of love with her. She didn’t want to believe it and she refused to let him slip away so easily.

“I want to go back to way things were before you left. Come back to me, please.” She pleaded over the phone one night, her voice cracking.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” His response tore down the towers that their love had built. He was giving up, and now so was she.

Remember when we would dance all night, and make love till the morning light?

Every day was a tragic and painful battle. She finally accepted the fact that he just wasn’t in love with her anymore, and as miserable as she was, in this time she learned how to love herself. She became more brave than ever, and stronger than the girl she was before. It was quite a marvelous feeling for her to be at peace with her loneliness, but of course there were still bad nights. She would come across old photos of past summer sunsets in her camera roll, and that one evening they drove around aimlessly in random parking lots just to chase the velvet skies.

“Beautiful.” He would mumble gently against her neck, as he kissed each freckle he came across as he skimmed her skin with his lips. Watching sunsets while sitting in the car was their favorite thing to do together, and she remembers very clearly how happy it always made her. They’d wait for the stars to come out before they took off to the nearest hotel, stumbling into a room high off of each other. She would place her toes on his, and he would take the lead, dancing slowly across the carpeted floor. He would throw his head back in laughter each time she’d accidentally trip over his feet, and she would just silence the laughter by kissing him. Kissing him hard enough to fall back onto the bed behind them, and they’d tangle themselves in the sheets, magically getting to know each part of each other’s bodies until the sun came back up in the morning. As she reminisced of past memories, she’d use all her new strength and bravery to keep her tears in, as she wondered if he ever thought about her in this way too. All she wanted to know was if he missed her the way she missed him.

I was there for you and you were there for me.

His busy life was something he thought would get in the way of his brain bringing up when he was with her. But he was wrong. Nothing in the entire world was ever able to stop him from remembering the way she smiled at the light coming through the curtains in the morning. He was as broken as his phone that he threw across the room the night he stupidly decided to break it off. All of his friends constantly nagged him for it, and asked him if he was okay.

“You’re doing this to yourself man.”

“I know it’s hard, but we need you to focus.”

Such things being said to him all the time were only making it worse. They were right though. He had put this upon himself, and he hated that. Keeping up with her on social media through mutual friends was done often. Seeing how much a different person she was since he left made him wonder if he should ever go back to her. And that’s when he made that decision. Maybe now that she was stronger and happier, he could find the power to go back, maybe even ask her what she did to become so happy. He finally decided he didn’t want to live without her, and so he left his unfinished tasks, and drove to her apartment building hoping that she still even lived there. It had only been a few months, but they were awful. Each day he forced himself not to bother her with his pathetic excuses of why she should take him back. He had really thought that he fell out of love with her, but after living months without her he realized he never stopped loving her. Screaming crowds and flashing lights were all things that kept his blood pumping, they were all things that made him feel alive. And he was happy, but not as happy as he was before. He was missing something. He was missing her. She made him feel awake. Awake in a world that’s asleep.

After he left, he continued to go down in a spiral of fear. He missed when she was there to calm him in these times. She’d run her hands through the mess of waves that sat on his head, and she would whisper loving words into his ear. Her breath against his cheek was something he missed dearly, and he realized how often she was there for him. He hated himself for not being there for her as much as she was for him. And that’s why he took off, wanting to change that.

Could you carry me, back into your distant hands?

The cold water ran over her hands and then down the drain, into the ground. Washing dishes in her own apartment made her feel like such a grown up, or a mother. She had been washing for so long that all the hot water ran out, and now her fingers were frozen and wrinkly. She finally turned off the water to dry her hands when she heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. Oh no, she thought. Another one of her annoying neighbors coming to complain about how her music was too loud, although right now it wasn’t that loud. She dreadfully walked over to the door to open it, seeing a face she did not expect to see.

It was him. The boy whom she loved with every inch of her soul, the boy who left her to wonder what she did wrong. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes drained of any energy and his hair a tangled mess. He looked genuinely sad, as if his life were in shambles, yet he was still the face she used to kiss every night before closing her eyes to sleep. He was still beautiful in a sense that made her heart pound, and she just stared at him in confusion not knowing what words she should let escape her lips first. She couldn’t decide, so she just went for the first thing she thought when she opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Her heart was hardened ever since he left it to break into pieces. She couldn’t put her finger on why he thought it was okay to just show up uninvited.

“I wanted to come home.” He said, his eyes watering. They stared at each other both in awe at how different they looked. She was stunning as always to him, but now even more so. She radiated power and independence. He on the other hand, was a jumble of missing puzzle pieces. She was confused as to why he seemed so upset without her, but at the same time she was almost happy. She loved him, and she wanted the best for him, but knowing that he missed her for all these past months, softened her hard heart.

“Please let me in. I need you, I’ve always needed you. I’m sorry I ever left.” He ran his fingers through the nest on his head, and his eyes let a few tears fall. And so she let him in, closing the door behind him without saying a word just to see if he would say anything else. After all, he did have some explaining to do.

“I was so stupid Y/N. After being without you for so long I realized that I never stopped loving you. And I know you’re happy now, and you probably won’t take me back, but I just had to come and apologize for leaving you the way I did.” He turned his body so he could face her, and tears rolled down his face as he spoke, his eyelashes fluttering. He used the back of his hand to wipe them away, and he looked down at the carpet every now and then to seem tough or something. He was still the same guy who she had fallen in love with so long ago, and she still got butterflies just from looking at him. His short but sweet apology was all she needed to grab his flushed face into her hands. She used her fingers to wipe away the rest of the his tears and she looked right at him.

“Just tell me you missed me as much as I missed you.” She let out weakly, on the verge of breaking down.

“I missed you way more Y/N.” His hands found her waist and their foreheads were touching now. His words were enough for her delicate heart. She wanted to be more indestructible than before, and she wanted to yell at him and tell him to leave, tell him that there was no way she would take him back after the way he just left her. But she never stopped loving him, and knowing that just maybe he never stopped loving her, is what did it. And so her lips met his and there was a tender energy between them. She hadn’t tasted him for so long, and this was new. He was new. Still strong, sweet, and gentle. But more genuine, and more loving. He couldn’t even continue the kiss without breaking down right there and saying, “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you.” So she held onto him tightly, and rubbed his head the way she used to. He relaxed at her touch and she was now kissing his head and whispering kind words into his ears just like she always did whenever he couldn’t handle himself.

“I can’t go any longer.” He said quietly into her neck as they now sat on the living room floor. She didn’t exactly know what he meant, but she knew that he was upset, and that broke her heart. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, and she held him like a child, treating him with all the love she had for this boy. He could have his hands around her neck, threatening to take her life and she’d still do anything for him.

“Then let me carry you until you can.” She said before placing a soft kiss on his head, hoping that her words would comfort him. He may not have been there for her when he left, but there was always going to be a soft spot in her heart for him, and she promised him a while ago that she’d always be there to carry him when he needed it.

anonymous asked:

this is my first request on your blog ><'' uhm, so a hc with the rfa+v+saeran where they see MC at a public place (bus/train station, supemarket, park, etc..) and they are immediately captivated by her. Will they approach her? you decide :D thanks!!

uwaaaaaa~ welcome!! <3 please enjoy your stay~! sorry it was a little late, i have a bunch of things going on so they all might be a little shorter too T_T

P.S. I’ll try and post a bunch of stuff today to make up for all the time i didn’t but i can’t promise anything <3

P.P.S I think i’m sick now so i guess I have more time to write??? T___T But being sick sucks… lololol alliteration

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Yoosung

- Yoosung was rushing his way to school. His bus was very late so he had to catch the train

- then he saw her

- she stood on the other end/side of the platform with her head bowed, focused on her phone, headphones in her ears

- he saw the clear screen of flappy bird and the score of 74 in a window reflection

- as he stood, waiting for the train, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her

- soon enough though, her train pulled up quickly and she was enveloped (is that the word its the only one that i could think of) in the crowds of rushing people

- his train pulled up soon after and he got on, almost bumping into someone

- when he got to school, all he could think about was the girl on the other side of the platform

- his friends teased him during the breaks about why he was so distracted the whole day

Zen

- you were super excited to get these tickets

- most of his shows were all old out within the first hour but one of your friends had pulled a few strings with her sister who was a friend of the wife of one of the actors… basically you got free tickets!

- who were you seeing??? well, duh, Zen~!

- you fidgeted in your seat, your friend laughing at you from her seat beside you

- when Zen came onstage you were captivated by his singing… his acting… his dancing… and his looks too of course

- honestly you were incredulous that he even existed (did i use the word right…? i know what it means but still…)

- he saw you in the crowd too and for a second he seemed to forget his lines for a second

- he sent you a discreet wink and you died inside as your friend laughed at you silently

- sadly, after the show ended, you got swept away by the crowd and didn’t see him again… until you met the RFA~

Jaehee

- it was one of the very rare occasions that she had a day off

- Jaehee was ecstatic when Jumin told her she could relax for the day because he had to go on a business trip with his father and all the other sections would deal with things

- she decided to go on a refreshment day which included going to one of the new cafe’s that opened close to the C&R building for breakfast

- she pushed open the door with a new skip in her step and ordered a latte as well as some (insert cool breakfast food here)

- when she went and sat down, another girl walked in, ordering a latte also before going over to sit with her friend

- when the barista people called out the latte order, both Jaehee and the girl walked over to collect it

- their hands cliche-ly touched as they reached for the cup and Jaehee felt her heartbeat speed up

- “oh, sorry about that.” Jaehee smiled and pulled her hands away

- “don’t worry about it. thank you” the girl smiled back and took the coffee, going back to her table

- Jaehee watched her go, smiling to herself as her coffee came also

Jumin

- You sighed, swirling your drink around in it’s crystal glass (oh, you’re super fancy fancy high class etc etc here)

- you stood, bored out of your mind on the side of the room, watching as people talked mindlessly amongst each other

- it was a boring dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances. you’d only agreed to see if you could meet any new companies for deals.

- it had been about three hours and a bit when you decided that if you left now, it wouldn’t be seen as rude

- you placed the glass down, making your way over to your acquaintance to tell her that you were going. you didn’t notice the eyes that followed you across the room

- a dark haired male watched as you walked over to your friends

- he hadn’t met you yet, though he had heard of the incredibly talented owner of your company. aka, you

- he was already infatuated from earlier that night as he saw you deal with incompetent businesspeople

- though he couldn’t talk to you as he was already too busy with the people surrounding him

- you left soon after, not noticing that he was entranced by you completely

Saeyoung

- he was undercover at a nightclub for a field job

- attempting to be undercover, he went over to the bar to grab a drink

- there, he saw a girl who looked incredibly uncomfortable as a guy started going closer to her and talking to her

- he could see why, the girl was stunning and he’d heard her joking around a lot with her friends earlier, but clearly she wasn’t enjoying it

- deciding to help out (plus it would help him look less suspicious), he walked up to her and put his arm around her, glaring at the other guy.

- “hey babe, come with me, i want to introduce you to someone” he said before leaning down and whispering to her “i saw you looked super uncomfortable earlier and i thought i’d make sure you’re okay. let’s just make sure this guy leaves you alone for the rest of the night.” she nodded and whispered back a ‘thank you’

- they left the other guy, quickly reporting him to the bar people and walking over to a table (idk as i said i’m a tiny child i’ve never been to a nightclub)

- after chatting for a while and making sure she knew where her friends were and that she was okay, Seven saw his target ducking away

- he quickly apologised to the unknown girl and slipped away, following his target and hoping that he’d meet her again one day (though he knew it was futile)

V

(okay, so he’s not blind here just for convenient purposes)

- you decided to visit the park for a one-person picnic lunch

- you hadn’t been to the park in ages because you were too busy with work/school but the weather was lovely today so you thought screw it i’m going

- after spreading out your picnic blanket under a tree, half in the sun and half in the shade, you spread out your small arrangement of food and just enjoyed the peace and quiet

- soon enough, when the soft golden light gently danced across your skin, you fell asleep, headphones in your ears and listening to music

- a certain light blue haired man was passing by, just taking photos for his new exhibition at the art gallery

- he spotted you laying down on your picnic blanket, the dappled sunlight grazing across your skin. the lighting was perfect and you looked beautiful

- he took the photo juuuuust right so you wouldn’t be able to tell the identity of the person in it. when he looked at it again, he just smiled to himself

Saeran

- he was out at the shopping centre, keeping an eye on a potential target for Mint Eye

- he sat in the food court with ice cream, trying to not look suspicious

- looking around he was surprised as he saw a girl get dared to eat a whole (massive portion of food) by her silver-haired friend (>.0 thats what i’m here for //slapped)

- she finished it off soon and he was impressed by her skill as well as her in general

- as she left the food court, so did his suspect so he followed the two of them, walking into random shops and looking around why was he in the pet store

- her jokes and just mindless chatter with her friend intrigued him and he found himself genuinely laughing at some of them

- when she left, he found himself upset, though he couldn’t grasp a reason as to why

- so, for the remainder of watching his suspect, all he could think about was the girl in the food court~

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uwah, i couldn’t really think of anything for saeran, so apologies for that

also writing really late at night makes me want to use really fancy words lolololololol

i hope this could satisfy you, dear anon~

bye bye~! *poof*

Always her.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Amara

Warnings: Angst

Words Count: 962

Author’s Note: Songfic required by this splendor >> @chaos-and-the-calm67
The song is “The Best of My Love” by Eagles.
I hope you like it!

Amara.
This was the name tortured the Dean’s thoughts. It had been weeks by now, since that woman had put her lips on those of Dean. And he hadn’t pulled away; he wanted Amara not kiss him, but he felt something inside him, over his body, over his mind, keeping him from getting away from her.
But when the woman turned away from Dean, the hunter felt something different, like.. remorse. He shouldn’t have accepted the kiss of Amara, she was the enemy. And then.. Dean tried to remember something.. someone.
Y/n.
She was there, while Dean was in the arms of Amara, watching the scene helplessly. When Dean turned around, he met her eyes, destroyed by grief, full of tears. Y/n said nothing at the time, and she said no more in the days following.
Dean felt at pieces; he and y/n.. there was a special relationship between them. Dean loved her, and she loved Dean. But since the Mark of Cain was gone, and they had liberated Amara, the hunter did nothing but think of the wrong woman. And he was angry with Amara, with Cain for giving him that stupid Mark, with Metatron who had killed him.. but Dean basically, he knew that the fault was only himself to. It was he who had decided to take the Mark, it was he who had gone to meet death fighting with Metratron, and it was he who had turned into a demon, into a monster. And despite everything, y/n was always there at his side. She had never given up, because the love that she felt for him was too strong.
Dean tried to close his eyes, and dream y/n, how happy they were, first of all that mess.
But Dean could only think of the pain he was causing to the girl; He was thinking how should feel y/n, on the other side of the wall, in her bed. He heard her crying every night, and what could be done Dean, if the cause of those tears was himself?

Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
Holdin’ you close in my dreams
Thinkin’ about all the things that we said
And comin’ apart at the seams

Suddenly Dean thought back to when a few days before, he had finally got the courage to talk to y/n, explain her how he felt, to apologize for what he had done, how he felt weak and useless in that moment, because he couldn’t , he couldn’t do anything to comfort her.
Y/n began to cry, and she couldn’t help but scream all that felt toward Dean, the disappointment for what she had seen, the pain of betrayal, the fact that despite everything she couldn’t not love him.

We try to talk it over
But the words come out to rough
I know you were tryin’
to give me the best of your love

Dean expelled the bad memory from his head; he only had the desire to remember y/n when she was happy with him, when nothing and no one would have divided them. Dean remembered the days when he and she were traveling in the Impala, riding around the world, with the windows open, the wind that caressed their faces. Dean looked y/n like a delicate flower, that she needed protection, he wanted to protect her at any cost. Dean remembered those moments with her between the sheets, when they made love passionately, while both declared their love to each other.

I’m goin’ back in time
And it’s a sweet dream
It was a quiet night
And I would be all right
If i could go on sleepin’

But by now those were only distant memories; in his bed, Dean turned between the sheets. He was tired of that situation. He opened his eyes, and in the darkness of his room, he decided to get up. Walking quietly in the corridors of the bunker, he noticed that the door of the y/n’s room was open; Dean came up, and he noticed that the girl was not there.
The hunter continued to wander around the bunker, until he saw the library lit; he entered in the enormous room, and Dean saw her.
Y/n was standing with a book in her hands, as she went back and forth in silence. Suddenly, the girl turned to Dean, noticing his presence.
Dean looked at her, saw her eyes dull, her tired body, but also for him at that time, she was beautiful, and he loved her; even with Amara in thought to torment him, he couldn’t forget the woman he really loved. Y/n.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
Y/n’s voice relaxed him; it was for days that he didn’t hear her, and those few words, had revitalized him.
“Someone told me to follow my heart.” Dean said, and striding, he walked over to y/n and kissed her. He kissed her urgently, and despair. He moved closer to himself, with the hope that y/n not away from her.
Dean was surprised when he saw that the girl didn’t pushed him away. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck, and pulled him even closer to her, eager to have him in her arms.
And in that moment Dean just wanted to have her for himself, make it clear to her that she was the one for him. He wanted to make it clear to her that despite his mistakes, although there was also Amara in his mind, for Dean y/n would be always come first. Dean would always love her.

You know we always had each other baby
I guess that wasn’t enough
Oh, but here in my heart
I give you the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’
You get the best of my love..

it’s raining today

I’m going to take a few days off tumblr to mourn for a while

I’ll still be working on commissions and..well..my job, but..yeah.. I’ll answer the remaining submissions and asks on the siren blog, and head off after that


I’ve seen people come and go in my life

Family, friends of friends, acquaintances, all go either from being too careless, becoming too ill or too old. I’ve lost plenty in life. But today

today

I lost a friend

…I haven’t…felt this pain in a long long time and I’m so…so confused… I’m so confused as to why this happened and I can’t understand why

I can’t register it in my mind that I’ll wake up tomorrow and find that…there’s now another empty hole in my heart


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What Goes Around, Comes Around

Summary: Adult Henry and Regina have a talk the first time his adoptive daughter tells him that he’s not her father.

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At thirty four years old Henry Mills knew that he’d never fallen in love with anything quicker and harder than he had for his daughter.

He’d never planned to adopt. It hadn’t been a goal or even a thought in his head at the time but the minute he’d laid eyes on her he knew. She would be his and he would be hers forever.

He’d only been twenty-three when he first met her mother. Barely out of college when they’d ran into each other but he easily became enraptured with her warm, honey-colored eyes and melodious laughter. Luisa had been her name and it was only on their third date that she’d first told him about her daughter. Naturally he’d been shocked and a little apprehensive but still undeterred. A few months later she’d finally let him meet her, her little Olivia. Dark chocolate eyes and chubby red cheeks, she’d wrapped her tiny finger around his and he knew there was no going back.

A week being a part of their lives taught him more about love than an entire lifetime of reading and writing about fairy tales.

Twelve years and a wedding later they’d still been blissful. He truly thought that he’d found his happily ever after. But of course he’d forgotten the most cardinal rule of life.

It’s often more tragic than you expect.

A car crash stole Luisa away from them. One irreversible moment and suddenly he found himself standing over her casket, surrounded by family, his hand holding onto his daughter’s.

It would only be the two of them from now on.

A fact that Olivia appeared to struggle with.

She missed her mother, that much was clear. And Henry tried as hard as he could to give her a safe place to grieve, a place with him but she’d pushed him away. They used to be so close but she wasn’t talking to him anymore, she wasn’t talking to anyone. Isolating herself from her friends and family. He made excuses for her and tried to give her space, but things came to a head one afternoon when he’d gotten a call from the school saying she’d never shown up. After hours of searching for her only for her to come home and walk past him as if nothing had ever happened he couldn’t help it. He lost it.

Within seconds they’d enter a screaming match and before he’d even seen it coming she’d yelled the words he knew he’d never forget.

“WHAT DO YOU CARE?! YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY FATHER!!”

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Three Empty Words. Part 2. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – Yes. Thank you guys for all the support for this fic.

Prompt – Peter tries to win (Y/N) back but there are complications along the way.

Warning – Angsty vibes that can cause anger and teenage rebellion.

Words – 1,461. 

Requests?

Part 1.

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Paper Hearts (Part 8)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 3.0k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

Part 1 ♡ Part 2  ♡ Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8 Part 9

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annabeth chase who:
  • hasn’t read a book for fun in years because aside from lack of motivation, the swimming letters and jumbled words makes it hard for her to enjoy it
  • suffers from short-term memory loss — she’ll walk into a room and forget why she went there, or she’ll go into a book to fact-check something and can’t recall why she’s even flipping through the pages a minute later. sometimes she can’t remember whether she ate breakfast or not.
  • constantly misplaces her things, which is a result of her being disorganized — like shoving an assignment into the wrong binder when she’s in a hurry or can’t be bothered, or taking her phone into the kitchen and somehow finding it in the food pantry 20 minutes later
  • can’t keep her room clean for more than a few days before it’s a mess again, cluttered with textbooks and sketchpads and clothing littering the floor and shoved into the corners
  • never fails to procrastinate on her assignments, no matter how small. you could give her a whole year and she would still wait till the last minute
  • has trouble staying focused and often loses her train of thought — she could be giving a meticulously thought out explanation on something she’s passionate about and just completely go blank
  • will stare at the pages of her stupid textbook with tears of frustration in her eyes, silently begging herself to just focus because this reading was supposed to have been done weeks ago, but no matter how hard she tries the text on the page won’t stop jumping around
  • goes days and days without brushing/washing her hair and wears the same clothes for a whole week
  • becomes anxious and irritable at small things like a ticking clock or the beeping sound the smoke detector makes when its battery needs to be changed
  • gets sudden bursts of inspiration to start a completely new project at the most inappropriate times, like during an important lecture or at 1 am when she should be writing an essay that’s due the next morning.
  • because of this she ends up with a lot of incomplete works-in-progress and half-assed assignments
  • absolutely despises school and gets anxiety thinking about going back to class come sunday night
  • pretends to embrace the fact that people think she is “scary” and “intimidating” but after years of hearing it becomes very insecure — she wishes she were the first person to come to peoples’ minds when they think of someone nice and friendly.
  • is constantly insecure and ashamed of herself because she’s supposed to be debunking that stupid ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype but wonders if she’s only encouraging it when she looks back at her slip-ups/flubs during conversations and small mistakes on tests and terrible first impressions she’s made and every single impulsive decision she made that went wrong and— what kind of Athena kid is she?
The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royalty AU [Chapter 5]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four
Also on FF.net and AO3.

Word Count: 9,453

Okay, I’m sorry this took so long.  I got in that cycle of overthinking things and it ended up being much longer than anticipated! Future chapters won’t be as long as this one, but I had lots of Killian feels in this one :) so hopefully you all enjoy it! Huge thank you to @optomisticgirl for her endless assistance and support on this story! As always, I own nothing. Happy reading!


The night had barely begun, but Killian finalized his decision with a fifth tug at his pressed sleeve - he hated this bloody suit. Truthfully, he’d never been particularly keen on being properly trimmed and tailored in general so the dismal conclusion wasn’t really a wildly drawn one. Killian had spent his fair share of years finding ways around royal dress code, his preference of modern casual easily overlooked due to his charming smile and stellar sweet talking skills - or at least that’s what he told himself. It was easy to see why looking so proper was important as a representative of his grandmother’s monarchy, but still, that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Perhaps it wasn’t his current attire that was solely the source of his agitation he noted when the smooth traveling black BMW pulled up to the gates of Buckingham. He’d spent the few hours before sunset arguing with the brand new, trim-tailored, clean lined blue suit - an endeavor that earned a multitude of grumbles and a few countdown texts from his incessantly formal brother. Taking a final glance in the bathroom mirror, he smoothed the maroon and navy striped tie as he settled on what was really bothering him.

The event calling for his recently required clothes was one he’d been dreading for weeks now - a Royal Navy veterans’ memorial ceremony where he’d most certainly spend the evening regaling his older brother’s military heroism while squandering the need to sort out his own.

The idea that this was his fault on some level had crossed his mind once or twice since he’d returned home. He’d elected to take the route less selected by royals when he’d chosen the British Army instead of sailing the honorable seas. Breaking the tradition wasn’t something he’d done by fear or a distaste for the open ocean, but rather a result of his stubborn need to move out from under his older sibling’s shadow.

Of course, that was supposing that such a momentous feat was actually possible.

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He Was Found

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.


Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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Nothing but depressing quotes that thousands and thousands of people - including herself - could relate to appeared on her dash daily. It was undeniably sad and wrong that every one of these people felt this unimportant, this alone and this unworthy, and that she did, too. She knew this. So, instead of sitting around and moping on her bed with closed blinds and suicide songs, wondering why she felt this way, she got up and took a shower. She then brushed her teeth, clothed herself in the prettiest underwear she had hidden in her drawer and stood in front of her mirror. Her empty eyes, once glistening but now dark, studied her figure before they found her face, and for the first time in years, her lips formed the words “I am beautiful”.
Those three words didn’t have any meaning to her, because every time she heard the word ‘beautiful’ she thought of the Kardashians, or Gigi Hadid and Cara Delevingne, not of the girl she was looking at right now. Not of the girl with the quite chubby cheeks and the thunder thighs and the thin, ugly hair. But there was a chance that if she said this to herself every day, instead of telling herself she was no model and no one important, that those three words would find their meaning. And that perhaps, she would find hers.
Every morning she now dragged herself out of the comfort of her bed and she’d do her hair and her make-up and play dress up like the little girl inside of her always loved to do, and she’d stand in front of the mirror and say those three words again and at times when she was feeling better than usual, she’d even smile at herself. 
It wasn’t easy at all. Of course it wasn’t. Years of lack of self validation and self hate and self destruction aren’t possible to forget in two weeks time, or two months, and sometimes she’d once again curl her fingers around her razor and do the thing she swore she’d never do to herself again, but this was recovery. A bumpy road which often hid the deepest holes behind rocks you’d think you could easily jump over. Recovery was hard to go through, especially on her own. But after months of tears and razor cuts and break downs and smiles there was finally a morning where she thought, “I am beautiful”, and she truly  believed it as well. 
She was no longer the girl who hated her body and herself, the girl who slit her wrists as a punishment for being the way she was, the girl who reblogged hundreds of depressing quotes a day, but she now was the girl who survived her biggest enemy. Herself.
—  b.d. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #58 

SoMa Week 2017 Day 7 - IN BATTLE (ft. FlaMakNess Nisekoi AU Collab!)

our week load of au has come to an end, but we will continue our au!!! hope you guys like our collab!

please don’t forget to check the tag flamakness collab for more cool works!


@l0chn3ss‘ snippet:

“– did it hurt? Did it hurt when she scoffed away his opening heart? She played the role of an unshakable heroine well, so well that she was almost convinced him, too. But that reluctance to admit confusing words… it was something he shared with her. So he squeezed her hand tighter, as if to distract her from the flush spreading down his face that matched hers. Some time ago, it was difficult to even touch each other, to lock hands or even to be in the same room. Yet now… now….“


@flamedork‘s snippet:

anonymous asked:

oh could you write a oneshot about how about betty and jughead eloped over break and didn't tell anyone but people find out at school when betty changes her name to jones

Hey!! I love this prompt :) I actually had to google what eloped means because I had no idea. But still, I hope you enjoy!!

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“Jughead, remember to remove your wedding ring before you get to school” Betty said into her phone while pacing around her pink frilly room. 

On the other side of the line, Jughead was sitting in his dads trailer, twisting his gold wedding band around his ring finger. “Got it Bets. Don’t worry. No one will know until we decide we want to tell them.” he said. “Now Elizabeth Cooper, go to bed.”

He heard a soft sigh on the other side of the line. “Night Romeo.” she whispered, making him blush on the other side.

“Good night, my beautiful Juliet.” he said as they both hung up their phones.

Over the spring break, Betty and Jughead decided that they wanted to make it official. They tied the knot. Whatever you want to call it. They may have been a little bit ‘under the influence’ at the time, but neither of them would want to change anything. 

They both decided that they would keep it a secret until they decided that they wanted to tell everybody. That means that they would have to not wear there wedding rings when they’re at school.

The next morning as Betty’s alarm woke her up from her deep slumber, she realized that she was late. She rushed out of bed and quickly got changed, brushed her hair and teeth, and quickly ate a blueberry muffin. In the rush of things, she completely forgot to take off her wedding ring.

Once she got to the high school she immediately spotted her husband leaning by her locker. She ran towards him and practically leaped into his arms. He wrapped his surprisingly strong arms around her, and when he let her go he grabbed her hands and leaned his forehead against her own. 

He looked down and his eyes went wide. “What is it?” Betty asked as he rubbed his fingers over the band that was wrapped around her finger. 

“Oh shit” Jughead whispered right as Veronica and Kevin walked up towards them.

“Hey lovebirds” Veronica said, Kevin trailing behind her. Betty blushed at the nickname while Jughead wrapped his arm around her shoulders, gripping her hand, attempting to hide the wedding ring that was neatly placed around her finger.

His attempt wasn’t good enough, because Kevin noticed the diamond almost instantly. “Elizabeth Cooper. A word?” the Keller boy said before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away from her husbands grasp. 

He pulled her into an empty closet before flicking on the lights and inspecting every inch her hand. She looked anywhere but his eyes, but could still feel his gaze staring at her head of blonde hair. 

She finally looked up and saw her gay best friend with his arms crossed and leaning on one hip. He raised on eyebrow and Betty knew that she was defeated.

“Fine,” she sighed, breaking in “Jughead and I may or may not have gotten hitched.” she said, like it was no big deal. 

Kevin gasped and brought his hands up to his mouth while he jumped up and down like a fangirl. “That is too cute! I need to tell V. Like Right now. ASAP.” he said while grabbing his phone, but Betty stopped him before he could start typing.

“Kevin. You can’t tell anyone. Not even Veronica. No one was supposed to know. I was just freaking out about Jug forgetting to take off his wedding ring that I forgot to this morning.” she said, looking down at her hands.

Kevin just sighed and looked up dramatically. “Fine. You can stop me from telling everyone that Romeo and Juliet got married. But you can’t stop me from freaking out about it? Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? Wait… not how. Your moms super like ‘no sex before marriage’ right? Is that why you did it? Betty Cooper!” he said while playfully slapping her arm while she giggled at his words. “But seriously. We have ten minutes before class starts. Tell me everything” he said while sitting down a flipped bucket, chin in hands.

Betty just sighed and sat down on the bucket next to him. “Fine. Who: Jughead and I. Duh. What: We got married. Where: Spring break, in some small chapel when we were on our trip. When: Spring break. Why: I love him. How: We went to the chapel. We were also a little drunk at the time. But I don’t regret it at all.” she said, spilling all of her secrets to the schools gossip queen. 

Kevin just sighed with his dream eyes. “But Kev, promise me you wont tell anybody?” she said, while standing up and grabbing her backpack.

“Promise” he said while sticking his pinky up. Betty just giggled and wrapped her small finger around his. She ran out of the closet just in time for the first school bell, and to run into her beanied boyfriend. 

Jughead raised one of his eyebrows and grabbed her hands in his. “Kevin knows, but he promises not to tell anyone. We still have time.” Betty said, while brushing her thumb over his rough cheek. He leaned in for a kiss but was cut off when the bell for class rang into his ear. Betty gave him a small kiss on his cheek and ran off to her first period of the day, english. 

She ran into the classroom, just making it before the bell rang again. She ran to her seat and plopped down next to Veronica. They shared a smile before the teacher interrupted them.

“Ok. Attendance. Ms Lodge?”

“Here.”

“Mr Andrews?”

“Here”

“Ms Cooper?”

“It’s Mrs Jones now.” she said, not thinking about what was coming out of her mouth.

Everyone turned to look at her with shocked looks on their faces. Jughead just walked into the classroom before her huge announcement and now had a smug look on his face.

Veronica looked at he best friend with a super surprised look on her face, and her gaze was switching between Mr and Mrs Jones. 

Betty just shook her head yes and smiled at her new husband. 

Veronica just laughed, with the same shocked expression plastered on her face. 

“You are telling me everything later.”

unpopular opinion: why severus snape is among the best characters in harry potter

hey! so recently i’ve seen a lot of extreme discourse on severus snape on tumblr, which i suppose, considering the character, is inevitable. i mean, to many, he’s quite a ‘grey’ character. i wanted to pitch in my own two cents.

what are my aforementioned two cents? well, i think severus snape is one of the best character’s in the harry potter series. but unlike a lot of my fellow snape fans, i can back up that claim with substantial evidence.

i’ll set a brief premise, though. one main reason why severus snape is viewed unfavorably is because, quite honestly, that’s how he is written until the chapter “the prince’s tale”. jkr deliberately paints him as a villain (with the greasy hair and seemingly-malicious intent), so that the final reveal is even more shocking. so disregard all the glances that harry interprets are evil, or how he is described as looking. go by the facts, only.

firstly, he was just as brave, if not braver, than the trio. this claim may sound preposterous, but hear me out. it takes guts to stand up to an oppressive regime outright, but it takes even more to do so undercover. severus snape spent around a decade pretending to be a death eater, even though he was now thoroughly disillusioned with what they stood for, and he played his part well. for merlin’s sake, he fooled the best legillimens in the world - the dark lord! he spent years in a profession he didn’t like, put up with people he hated, and risked his life day in and day out for the exact same cause that the order of the phoenix fought for!

secondly, he had a miserable childhood. living in an abusive household like the one he lived in (bc let’s be real, we know that tobias snape wasn’t a kind father) couldn’t have helped him, and his school days weren’t much better. the only person who was really kind to him was lily, and bullying has a terrible mental effect on a person - of course he would go to the death eaters for solace and company. he takes solace in his skill in the dark arts and in potions, and he spends so long being manipulated by dumbledore. it’s incredible how he manages to still be so strong and brave, but he does.

thirdly, he was so incredibly loyal. there are two main cases to this - let’s start with the less weighty one: dumbledore. snape was obviously blown away when he overheard that lily potter was to be killed, and immediately told dumbledore, in the hopes of saving his childhood love. so dumbledore requested something of him, something that snape did until the day he died. 

“In — in return?” Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, “Anything.”

dumbledore asked for something no one else would dare to do - to spy on voldemort. and snape delivers.

and here’s the most important point: everything he did was for the sake of his lost love, lily evans. indeed, this is inarguably the romantic highlight of the books. severus snape fell in love with his childhood friend, lily, the only person who was ever truly kind to this outcast. but she ended up scorning him for someone she hated, someone she knew tormented severus - james potter. it would be so easy for severus to turn his back on her for this, but he doesn’t - lily’s safety is still his number one priority. he keeps fighting for her, both in hogwarts and later in life. especially after when he finds out that she is to be killed, he immediately goes to dumbledore.

“You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down — kill them all —”

he’s frantic, and absolutely petrified of his love dying. and he promises to do anything necessary to prevent this. and when lily does die, snape is absolutely distraught, and spends the rest of his life protecting her legacy and protecting her son. he doesn’t forget her - how else could his patronus be a doe? he loves - not loved, loves - her so much that he is willing to put his own life at risk even though he knows she will never return his love.

this is pretty brief, that’s why i believe severus snape is an amazing character who deserves so much more credit than the fandom gives him. i’m not saying this is the final word on this - everyone is entitled to their opinions - but this is what i think.

Wrong Move // Ji Hansol

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the prompt: I notice you have no Hansol stories so I’m here to request one in honor of my baby (that will hopefully debut soon!!!) could I get one where his mother was super greedy so a witch cursed her first born (hansol) with gold touch? It’s really hard for him (obvs) but it’s even harder when he meets that pretty girl in the market place that he just wants to hold hands with. A little fluff but a lot of angst I want the ending to make me cry lol

words: 3006

category: lil fluff + lotta angst

author note: i hope this makes you cry like you wanted :’) i love hansol so much i’m glad i have that doctor!hansol fluff coming up bc otherwise this would be too cruel. i’m so proud of this i wrote it in only a few hours and managed to do 3k words bless

- destinee

Originally posted by neoculturedaily

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