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Getting Somewhere

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.

Pairings: Thranduil x Reader

Words: 2,063

Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.

A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol

Master List  Part 1

It takes you about three days to reach Dale. You had not spoken to Sigrid and you felt bad. You didn’t want her to feel like everything was her fault.

You both get off of your horse as you reach the entrance. You hand your horse over to a stable boy after gathering your things.

“Sigrid-,” you start, slinging your pack over your shoulder. She shakes her head, stopping you from continuing.

“I understand, y/n. You had a lot on your mind, it’s fine,” she says and you smile at the human before you.

 You had lived a very LONG life and she is by far your favorite human.

During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had saved them from a bunch of orcs chasing after them. When you had seen the fear in her eyes, it struck a chord with you and from then on you vowed to protect her and her siblings, something you couldn’t do for your own.

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Come back... Be here

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Originally posted by admireforever


A/N: I have been wanting to write this for an insane amount of time and yestereday the words just slipped, like it was truthfully meant to be written. I’m hoping you will like this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please give me some response, okay? I don’t kill me if you cry. I did too.

A huge thank you to my piggie @dylan-trash-tbh for reading this and telling me to post it. Love ya.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of sex, alcohol, cursing. that’s all. plus, it has been on Taylor Swift’s song “Come back… Be here”, so if you want to listen while reading… It would be nice. 

Word Count: 4760

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My South Side Girl (Jughead x Reader)

200 Writing Prompts: “Can I please have a jughead fic with prompts 147, 73, 154?” –Anonymous

Imagine: You’ve always despised Jughead Jones III. But when a mystery comes up and you go to find out the truth, it’s only natural that Jughead tag along, and maybe learn a little bit about you too.

“You’re impossible!”

“Sorry if I have my own way of doing things, Princess.”

“Call me Princess one more time…”



You were in the most recent of your many spats with your so-called friend (you preferred the term arch-nemesis) Jughead Jones III. He was lucky you adored Betty and were borderline in love with Veronica or else you’d barely give him the time of day. Together, you had formed the three divas of Riverdale High School. Because of this, you often found yourself dragged into adventures with mysteries with the teen amateur detectives. Your surprising analytical skills and out-of-the-box thinking made you a valuable asset to their team. You loved the adventure and suspense that came with spending time with the “Riverdale High Core Four”. However, a certain beanie-clad South Side boy always seemed to get on your nerves. You were like oil and high-end sparkling water–it just didn’t mix.

“Guys!” Veronica yelled at the two of you. You silenced and blushed, embarrassed for showing such unpleasant emotions to your friends. “We’ve got a lead.”

Archie leaned into his girlfriend, placing a hand on her shoulder as he read her laptop screen. “Looks like Councilman Johnson has a mysterious ranch a few hours from town. There’s bound to be a clue there.”

You were in the midst of investigating a slew of missing person’s reports that coincided oddly well with the installation of a new city councilman. Were the missing people perhaps his personal enemies? Or victims of something more perverse?

“We need to go there,” You said. “I can go tomorrow!”

“Me too!” Jughead said.

“Oh, sorry guys, I’ve gotta study for AP World or else my mom is gonna kill me…” Betty said, looking away.

“Yeah, Coach is making us train in the off-season,” Archie said.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead near some ranch,” Veronica said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I guess that leaves…” You said.

“You and me,” Jughead finished with a scowl.

You both packed up and left the room. This was going to be a long week.

Upon your exit, Veronica giggled. “This is perfect!”

“Perfect!? Ronnie, they’re gonna kill each other,” Archie said.

“I think you’re thinking of another four-letter word that starts with a K,” Veronica said with a wink. “Some alone time on what is basically a rustic honeymoon is bound to get them to admit their repressed teen emotions for one another, and they’ll finally be in love and out of our hair.”

She grinned her beautiful, yet sinister Veronica Lodge grin. “It’s the perfect plan.”

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Prom Queens | Cheryl Blossom

Originally posted by prettypecple

Request: Could you do an imagine where Cheryl asks her girlfriend to prom and goes all out and then they are both crowned queen at the dance?

Pairing: Cheryl x Reader
Description: When Cheryl asks you to prom, you suddenly become really nervous about the whole thing but it ends up being one of your favourite nights ever.
Warnings: …not rly.
Word Count: 1354
A/N: okay, this is a lil different from the actual request but it still kinda sticks to it.

“How about this one?” You stepped out of the changing room dressed in a beautiful black prom dress, twirling around as you eagerly awaited the opinion of your best friend Reggie Mantle. As you finished twirling, you noticed he was sat there watching some stupid video on his phone. You coughed to get his attention, shocking him and almost causing him to drop his beloved phone.

“Huh?” He asked, confused.

“The dress, Reg. What’d you think?” You glared at him, hands on your hips.

With a sigh, he looked over you and shrugged his shoulders. The same reaction he’d been giving you since you got to the dress shop over an hour ago. Reggie had been your best friend since you could remember. He’d been the only one in kindergarten who hadn’t picked on you. In fact, he was the one that had stood up for you and told everyone else to leave you alone. Back then you were a quiet, shy kid and the others used to make fun of you for it but Reggie took you under his wing. He brought you out of your shell and you’d never been more thankful to have someone like him in your life. Whenever you needed that little push to do something, he’d be the one to encourage you. But, when it came to things like this, he was no help at all. The only other person you could’ve taken with you was your girlfriend Cheryl Blossom.

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Every Day - Calum Hood

Okay, so I don’t know how this idea dawned onto me but it did and I wrote this. Seeing as I haven’t written in a while, I hope you guys like it enough to maybe request another part. Enjoy! :) 

SUMMARY: Somehow along the lines of their relationship, Calum and Y/N fuck up and Y/N is tired of a failing relationship lingering on. She ends things but Calum is dumbfounded and tries to fix it with constant pleading. She doesn’t budge and so Calum’s logical idea is to send her a bouquet of flowers every day for every day that he loves her. 

You sat at your desk staring at your Macbook. Staring at the work that had to be done by the deadline that it was due at. But you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to do it. All you could do is stare at the screen with your fingertips hovering over the keyboard as if you’re gonna type soon. But you know you’re not. You finally fall back into your chair and look to the ceiling, dragging your hands down your face. You cross your arms and continue to stare at your screen even more, allowing yourself to procrastinate and let your unhealthy thoughts consume your mind. 

“Y/N it’s been two months. Say something to him.“ 

“Is this even a relationship anymore?" 

"Calum who? More like Y/N and Calum who?" 

"Does he even love me anymore?”

“Why am I letting this dread on for so long?" 

You couldn’t stand this ongoing conversation (or more like argument) with yourself and your thoughts. You got up and decided to make something to eat. You walked into the kitchen and saw Calum sitting at the table, eating something himself. You were kind of surprised because you didn’t even know he was here. Well, you guys did live together but over time you saw him less. So seeing him home was sometimes shocking. 

How could he be your boyfriend if you were surprised to see him at home? Oh that’s right. You’ve grown to hate each other. You guys never actually said it to each other but the way you two act towards each other kind of says it all. How could two people who used to be so stuck in love, so glued hip to hip, so focused on building a future together, one day wake up and argue everyday? You asked yourself these questions on a daily basis yet never decided to confront the situation. 

The first argument was something about trust, and then the next something about effort, and then reassurance, and then pointing fingers at who cheated and who didn’t, and then coming home late, whose turn it was to put in gas, buy groceries, and whatever topic was able to be argued about. And you’ve probably argued about every little thing in the world by this point because you two could only last two minutes of talking. And when you did talk, you regretted it. 

"Are you going out today?” You asked as you made yourself a sandwich. You sighed, turning away from the counter. “Hello? Calum?" 

And once again, silence. How is he so good at ignoring you? Who knew how many questions there were to ask yourself about your relationship? 

"Do you even hear me?" 

Finally, he said something. "Yeah I hear you. I just choose not to say anything back." 

You roll your eyes and continue making your sandwich. At least you tried. But do you try enough? In his world, are you even trying? Does he even care? Even more questions with unknown answers. You take your sandwich back into your little office to continue to not do any work. You just go there because it’s the only room in the house where Calum has no reason to be in. You close out your work and open up YouTube instead. A couple of videos in, you hear the front door slam loudly. And there was your answer. He is going out. And he definitely wanted to let you know with the unnecessary slam. 

You could never figure out what day, what argument, what anything was that made you guys this way. You could probably have that eye implant thing in that one episode of Black Mirror that could make you replay and watch every single event in your life to go back and try to figure out what could’ve been the cause. But then again, that episode didn’t really end well. 

Hours went by and YouTube wasn’t doing justice anymore. You tried to keep busy but no matter what you just found yourself sitting in a different spot in the house every hour or so just to do the same thing. Stare at nothing and drown in your thoughts. You weren’t even really sure how you felt about this whole situation. Sad? Angry? Confused? Lost? Whatever you felt, you could definitely agree that happiness was not one of them. 

Your phone rang beside you from an incoming FaceTime from your best friend. He knew you and Calum aren’t on good terms so the many times you vented to him about it, all he did was listen. He didn’t want to give you any advice or ideas to possibly make you feel like you want to end things because he didn’t want to feel like he was the reason you couldn’t be happy. He knows what Calum means to you. Or at this point, meant to you. 

"Y/N, every time I FaceTime you I always see a frown when every time I’m hoping for a smile.” He says lightly. 

“Yeah well you know the reason for that.” You said back. 

“Come on dude, how long has it been? 2 months of your 4 year relationship with Calum and still the same thing?" 

"Still the same thing,” you confirmed, “nothing’s changed. Nothing’s gotten better and I don’t even know if it’s gotten worst. Because I feel like this is already the worst.” He gave you a sad smile and you returned one back. “But I’m tired of me and my problems, how are you? How’s the new loft?" 

"It’s great! It’s spacious. But weird since I basically just live in one giant room." 

You laughed at his perspective of his new home in a new city, but you were happy for him. He always wanted to live somewhere else and to be independent and he was doing just that. You two talked for a couple more hours, as if you were friends who have lost touch for years when really you last talked to him about 3 days ago. For the first time today, you actually got your mind off of Calum. It was nice to laugh and smile at a conversation with your best friend but you knew this call had to end soon. 

"Y/N, it’s getting pretty late over here I think I’m gonna go to sleep now. Call me for anything. You know what you mean to me, I’ll always answer." 

You knew what he was referring to by saying that. And as he was saying goodbye, you turned around and saw Calum walking through the door seeing you on FaceTime at the counter sitting on the bar stool. 

"I’m grateful for you, you know. Thanks for calling me today. It’s always nice talking to you even though I basically talk to you almost every day,” you laughed, “I’ll talk to you later bye." You smiled at him before hitting the red button and turning to Calum since you haven’t heard him move since. And you were right, he really hasn’t moved. He was just standing there, looking at you. And you were scared. 


"You know what you mean to me… I’m grateful for you?" 

Do best friends really say stuff like this to each other? 

I don’t know what I did or where I went the last 10 hours. I literally drove to some random look out and sat in my car. And basically talked to myself since I don’t really talk to her anymore. I know I have other people to talk to, but the connection me and her had could never be replaced by any other person. I don’t know why I felt the need to leave the house or to get away. But it’s been a habit lately. To wake up, eat, go out, come home, sleep, repeat. I share this house with someone yet I’m rarely ever here or with her. I should feel guilty. And I do because how did this even start and why did we let it linger on for so long? But we’ve become toxic. I feel like one day we just mutually and silently decided to just argue everyday for the past 2 months. 

But now I’m here looking at her getting off FaceTime with her best friend, feeling like I should be saying those words to her but I barely say anything to her now. But for the first time in a long time, I heard her voice sound kind of happy and I heard her giggle. And now I’m jealous and I regret the past two months of treating her like shit. Like she was nothing. I’m finally looking at her and I finally see my whole world. 

Y/N’s POV 

"Calum.” You said softly, staring at him from where you were sitting. 

“Y/N.” He said back, mocking you by staying where he was. 

“I think I’ve been thinking.” Your face cringed a bit by how much that didn’t make sense but he understood you. 

“Yeah me too.” And at the same time the both of you just let it out. 

“I want to break up with you." "I miss you Y/N." 

The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes and gaped mouths, completely speechless at how opposite the both of you felt. 

"I can explain. Everything.” Calum said to you urgently, but it wasn’t going to be enough. At this point, I don’t think anything was enough. 

“I don’t think I want you to Calum.” You shrugged slightly and shook your head. 

“Can I at least try?” You looked at him and didn’t say anything, making him feel it was okay to continue. “The past 2 months have been shitty. And I think we both know that. In fact, this conversation right now is probably the most we’ve ever said to each other in the past 2 months. But I spent 10 hours in my car today just thinking. About why and how bad we got." 

He paused every now and then to watch your face, to see how you would react at each sentence. And to be honest, he couldn’t really read your expression. 

"I guess I actually can’t really explain to you anything because I don’t know why this happened and I’m sorry." 

"Me too,” you said back. 

"But I know one thing never changed… And that is that I love you." 

And he saw how you reacted from that. You scoffed at that a bit, sat up straighter and rolled your shoulders back. He didn’t really know exactly what you meant by that but he got nervous. 

"Calum, this is beyond I’m sorry and I love you.” Calum dropped his head, looking down towards the floor knowing this isn’t going to be good. “But I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that I’m not sorry and that I don’t love you anymore because I am sorry and I do love you.” You pursed your lips together before continuing, looking at him while he looked at the floor. “But me feeling so hurt is overpowering that right now. And I don’t know even know if I want to try and fix this." 

And that’s what made him shoot his head back up to you. "What? No. No we can’t just give up right away and not try. It can’t be that easy." 

"And you’re right, it’s not. It was hard. It was hard to live with you and not talk to you. It was hard to resist not holding you because I was scared you’d push me away. It was hard to adjust to a life without you but you were still in it. It was hard to be with you Calum yet I wasn’t even with you. It was hard to be your girlfriend." 

You weren’t yelling, he wasn’t shouting, you spoke soft but fast, eager to finally get your feelings out. 

"And I felt the same way Y/N. We haven’t been communicating these past months but that doesn’t mean I stopped having feelings. I don’t know why I treated you the way I did and I don’t know why I continued doing it but I just- it just happened.” You shook your head and finally looked away from him to cry. “I love you Y/N”, he told you, giving it one more shot. 

“You can’t tell me that anymore.” He heard the anger in that and he knew your sadness was being replaced with exasperation.

“What do you want me to do?” He said so softly, you could barely register what he said. 

“I don’t think I want you to do anything.” The two of you stood in silence, not wanting to continue this any further. Well at least you didn’t want to. Calum was running out of options. 

“You can stay mad at me all you want but I’m gonna tell you every day that I love you." 

"No. I just think it’s best if we just don’t talk to each other anymore.” Then, another moment of silence passed. You clearly weren’t going to give this up. Your mind was set, your decision was made, and your stance was clear. 

“Then… I’ll give you flowers everyday.” You gave him a puzzled look as he looked at you in panic in return. Trying to think of a way to fix this. To prove to you that his feelings are still there. 

“Then I’ll think you’re kind of crazy." 

"Then I’ll still send you flowers. And the day after that. I’m gonna keep trying to fix this Y/N I promise." 

For a split second, you thought of just dropping everything. Dropping this conversation, the hurt feelings, the harsh words and actions from the past 2 months, and just take him back. But you felt pretty set on this. 

"Calum…” You gulped and watched him as he looked at you with big, hopeful eyes. 

“Yeah?” He said hesitantly. 

“Please leave.” And with that, he looked at you hurtful but he didn’t feel shocked that you said that. He knew you were a pretty persistent person but he was a hopeful person. He looked at you for one last second and headed upstairs to pack his things. You retreated into your mini office and sat at your desk, head in your hands. Later on, you heard the sound of suitcases being dragged down the stairs. He didn’t dare call out your name or look for you to tell you he was leaving. You just waited to hear the front door open and close before leaving your office and seeing a spare house key left on the counter. 

The next day you woke up to a cold, lonely, and much too big bed. How you used to go about your day always involved Calum so this new lifestyle was going to get some getting used to. Even being away from Calum somehow still involved something to do with Calum. 

You stayed up late last night burying yourself in your duvet and feelings to even try and sleep. So you woke up around noon but stayed in bed before hearing your doorbell go off. 

“Seriously? It hasn’t even been a whole day yet.” You thought to yourself, thinking it was Calum trying to change your mind. 

Yet to your surprise you opened your door to nobody there. You took a step outside to see if they walked away somewhere, seeing as you did kind of take a while to get out of bed. 

But something wrinkled beneath your foot. A bouquet of roses. 

You stared at it for quite a while with furrowed eyebrows before picking them up hesitantly. You closed the door and looked for a card. And by the handwriting you already knew who it was from. And remembered what he told you last night. “He was actually serious,” you thought. You opened the little card and it said: 

Day 1 

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Masterlist | Request Part 2 

anonymous asked:

hello~ i watched all of yuri on ice in a night & already having withdrawals b/c i need s2 like yesterday :"( i need some vikturi fanfic to get me thru it, i ship them so hard, do you have a tag for it b/c there's so much fanfic for the ship and i wouldn't know where to start + your taste in fanfic is always the best, so please help <3

Hii! Aww, I feel your pain! D: 

Unfortunately, I don’t really have a Victuuri rec tag because I try to keep this blog 99% Destiel and SPN, especially when it comes to fics. However I’ve read plenty of Victuuri fic, so I can maybe share some of my faves with you? As a starter kit, lol! 

You didn’t mention what you’re looking for though? Fluff? Angst? Smut? Long? Short? A little bit of everything? I’ll just go with a little bit of everything, and you can read the tags and summaries and pick what you want? :p 

(Only finished stories, because I’m paranoid when it comes to WIPs, lol!)

❄ From The Moon [4,8k, canon!verse]
‘That one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because… Well, we all know why.’

Literally the first Yuri On Ice fic I’ve read, as far as I can remember. By now a lot of people have written the missing scene about Victor possibly finding Yuuri’s posters, but I still really adore this one. Great take on it, very in character, must read!


❄ Maelstrom [4,3k, Time Loop AU]
‘Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.’

Fics that include messing with time are usually not the first ones I pick, because they tend to confuse what few brain cells I have. But damn, this one was seriously wonderful, so easy to read. It has some humor, some angst, some fluff, some smut, but it’s all balanced out very well! I’d definitely say give it a go!

Unwritten [34k, Soulmate AU, canon divergence]
‘Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.’

Everyone knows that I am a total sucker for soulmate AUs, so unsurprisingly I absolutely loved this one. Does loosely follow canon verse (they’re both ice skaters), but with a soulmate twist. Neat!


❄ All The World’s a Stage [112k, AU, actor!Victor/ice skater!Yuuri]
‘Everyone has a guilty pleasure. For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.’

This one was simply adorable. In which professional ice skater Yuuri teaches famous actor Victor how to figure skate because that’s what his upcoming movie will be about. Do I need to mention that they fall in love along the way?

❄ Katsuki_fc Wrote [12k, canon!verse]
‘Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.’

Plenty of social media centered fic in the yoi fandom, but this is a total gem! The story of Yuuri and Victor as seen through the eyes of Yuuri’s fans. 

❄ Souls Bond, Hearts Follow [12k, Soulmate AU, canon divergence]
‘In a world where soulmates are individuals connected on a spiritual level, able to communicate with variable degrees of empathy or telepathy, there is an appropriate time and rhythm for everything, even for a soulbond.
Yuuri knows this. Viktor will learn.’

Another soulmate AU, because hey, it’s me you’re asking. I have nothing other to say than; just read it.


❄ Russian For Dummies [2,4k, College AU]
‘"Are you a beginner?“ 

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.


Looking for something short, cute, and hilarious to read? This fic is for you. OR the fic that properly displays what idiotic stuff Victor EXTRA Nikiforov would probably do to get to Katsuki Yuuri, no matter the AU. 


❄ Your Biggest Fan [8.5k, canon divergence]
‘By chance, Viktor caught sight of one of Yuuri’s competitions and quickly fell head over heels in love with the Japanese figure skater.’

Because who doesn’t need a fic where they both fanboy over each other, it’s plausible, and this fic warmed the cockles of my undead heart!

❄ Victuuri: Wedding planner and florist AU [AU, ongoing series of fluffy one shots]
‘An Alternate Universe in which Victor Nikiforov is a renown wedding planner, and Yuuri Katsuki is a florist running his family’s little flower shop.’

Fluff is the reason I breathe, we’re all aware at this point, and this is just so sweet and fluffy and amazing, I recommend reading the entire series if you’re into AUs at all. 

❄ Warm [2,2k, canon!verse]
‘Russia’s cold, Yuuri can’t sleep, and Victor is always careful to keep his door open for anyone in need of a touch of help.’

Sweetness overload, everyone needs this in their life. I’m just saying. 


And last but not least:

❄ Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches [197k, canon divergence]
‘Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki.

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.’

So every ship has that one fanfiction that basically the entire fandom has read, or at least has heard of. For Victuuri, this is that fic. And it’s hella long, so for me, the person with the attention span of the average goldfish, I have to give this fic some huge kudos because I actually finished it within 48 hours, even though I usually don’t even dare to read a fic that long. 

I’m not gonna lie, there is angst, a lot of it. In fact, this fic is probably the mayor of a town called ‘Angst’. Regardless, it’s very compelling, the author put a lot of thought into the fic, and the soundtrack as well, picking wonderful songs for all of Yuuri’s and Victor’s programs, and working it into the main plot with a lot of meaning. The ending will satisfy you, and as a bonus there will be a companion piece from Victor’s POV to fill in any minor blanks that might be left after reading this story. 

Hope there’s something in there for you, have fun! x 

Fic Update: Courtship (7/7 - Complete!)

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda

Chapter Title: Family (read on Ao3!)

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav/Skylar Ryder

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jaal’s family comes to Meridian, ready to ask questions and get some answers about the relationship between Ryder and Jaal.

Notes: Endgame spoilers here. And we’re done! Thank you so much for reading. I would love to know what you think!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six


It’s almost midnight by the time they have chance to be alone.

With Jaal’s family leaving tomorrow, they have one last celebration, a bonfire outside the Hyperion.

“Back on Earth, we had these things called marshmallows. Pure sugar, basically. Felt like a tiny pillow in your hand,” Ryder says and there is a wistfulness in her voice that she doesn’t hear very often any more. “You impale one on a stick, then roast it over an open fire. Perfect camping food.”

Marshmallows make her think of the good luck rock of her dad’s. When Cora told her that story, more than a year ago now, Ryder was jealous. Jealous as hell that Cora had heard that story and she never had. But back then, she was nothing but jealous of Cora, thanks to the easy way she considered Alec Ryder her mentor. Something Ryder herself never had a chance to do.

Back in the Milky Way, her family went camping in Yosemite once or twice. Mom always hated it, saying she’d rather be at even the cheapest motel over a sleeping bag out in the woods. Scott and Ryder always tried to consider it an adventure, especially when Dad managed to put away his omni-tool or datapad for more than an hour at a time.

This gathering has a completely different feel to those trips. Here, she’s surrounded by people who love and cherish each other, and more importantly, want to be here, instead of tolerating it or simply because it’s expected.

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analysis attempt 3x14 - 3x20 (how do u do titles)

so i was rewatching all nygmobblepot scenes on youtube the other day and something in 3x14 felt…off
ive also seen a lot of you ask this, so this is my attempt of an answer. (if i accidentally used any existing theories please tell me or add a link)

oswald is willing to sacrifice himself for ed, he won’t let barbara and the gang hurt him and he even forgives him for what he did to his father’s remains, while ed is furious at first and later hesitant and clearly heartbroken.

so why is it that from 3x15 both are so hellbent on destroying each other??

ed’s viewpoint is easier to explain to me.
he wanted to kill oswald for what he did to isabellA and is hesitant from the moment oswald’s love for him is proven, but he still feels like he needs to kill him. oswald tells him he created ed nygma and that they need each other. ed realises oswald is right but shoots him anyway.
In 3x15 ed is taking drugs to see oswald to help him find someone to teach him how to become someone else, but oswald keeps reminding him of what ed realised just one episode ago: ed needs oswald and oswald needs ed. so, what does ed do? he becomes someone else. someone without emotions and without love, which we know he thinks of as a weakness. this arguably includes his love for oswald. to finish that transformation he dumps the pills, his last connection to the man that made his former self and that he arguably loves, into the same spot he dumped the real oswald. to change himself and to detach himself from the emotions that have hurt him so much in the past he kills oswald a second time. he says goodbye, fully convinced he will never see or need him again.
in the next episodes ed spends his time building his new identity. since the riddler doesnt have emotion, he needs to evoke emotions from the people around him. he solidifies this identity in 3x17 and even though he looks broken and arguably almost suicidal doing it he is convinced he’s on the right path.
but then it turns out oswald is alive. the reason for ed’s transformation into a stronger, to him better man, turns out to not have existed at all. what if he loses the riddler? what if he goes back to being, in his eyes, weak? he cant let his emotions get the better of him, emotions he’s convinced he doesnt have anymore. so ed decides to kill oswald again, too keep the riddler and stay free from feelings like love and regret, feelings he thought he finally got rid off by dumping the pills.
that is also why he insists oswald call him the riddler. he let barbara call him ed because they “have history”, but every single time oswald calls him ed he looks irritated and demands to be called the riddler. notice how he literally only does that with oswald? if oswald, the person tying him to his old self, calls him the riddler, he can convince himself his feeling self is completely gone, along with whatever feelings he has for oswald. (id say its definitely love, but as long as its not 100% canon let’s keep it at that)
it’s obvious ed enjoys this cat and mouse game with oswald and to me it looks like he hasn’t felt that stable and alive since 3x14, but to ed that doesn’t matter, or at least that’s what he’s trying to tell himself.

oswald’s viewpoint is a lot harder for me, so feel free to add or dispute anything. mostly their reasonings are quite similar though.
oswald doesn’t have an identity crisis but he goes from “i wont let you hurt him” to “there’s someone i need to kill” over the course of one episode. so what’s happening?
oswald let himself get vulnerable with ed. he shared his grief about his mother multiple times in multiple episodes, he basically let ed control his empire while he was bathing in the fame. and as we know, that didn’t pay off very well. ed ‘betrayed him’ (read: got his revenge) and took everything from him, even almost his life. not even breaking down to complete emotion, begging and confessions of love could stop ed, not even being willing to sacrifice his life for him after everything he had done was enough. to oswald, that’s just humiliating. oswald doesn’t beg for something he wants. he takes it. but for ed, he did beg, not even for his life, like with jim in episode one. he only begged for ed to understand they need each other.
but ed still shoots him. ed is still the last face oswald saw before he passed out, before waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a strange plant lady talking to him.
oswald is convinced that his love for ed made him weak, just as ed is convinced that love itself is a weakness. oswald’s core personality is made up of ambition, desire and revenge. he can’t let ed get away with what he did, especially not after oswald got so low as to beg for him to understand. he has let other’s, who did similar things (tabitha, butch..) live before, but this is different. he didn’t cry or beg for tabitha or butch. he didn’t give his whole self over to tabitha or butch.
oswald feels betrayed, he feels weak and he feels humiliated and to him the only way of getting back to being strong and powerful is to kill the person he percieves as responsible.

the docks scene changed both of them.
ed believes he needs to kill oswald to keep his strength and that the love he arguably feels is his biggest weakness.
oswald believes he needs to kill ed to regain the strength and power he lost and that his love for ed was the weakness that led to his empire tumbling down.

what they both need to understand is that love itself isn’t a weakness. unresolved love, full of regret, anger and fear is.
they need to learn that while love, if it isn’t protected and cared for, can turn out to be a weakness, like gertrud, but that mutual love and understanding can be their biggest strength.

i don’t expect the finale to solve this issue completely, i feel like we’d need a two hour finale about nothing but these two to do that, but i think we can expect they at least manage to start sorting through their emotions. but hey, we still have all of season 4 to look forward to.

anonymous asked:

Seeing Cas screw over the brothers over and over and over again in the episode and if the baby isnt controlling him (bobos comment maked it sound like its not control but idk) and Cas has /genuinely/ choosen Kelly/satans baby/"faith" over his family(sam and dean!!) im gonna pissed... if been a bitter!cas since s10 and the end left me feelibg the opposite. I mean i was fine since i thought Cas was controlled but apparently thats not clear soo ugh

When Castiel Winchester says he has faith, I get a deep sick feeling in my stomach that this is not my angel :P 

I was just thinking about the angel tablet, and how it ~controlled~ Cas but not strictly in a mindcontrol sense - it pushed all his angel buttons in that original programming that season 8 made a big deal out of. Cas had an overwhelming urge to protect the tablet - that it was the right thing, and his job to do. He was really acting perfectly “in character” if the character was as an angel and not Cas.

The nephilim has pushed every single one of Cas’s buttons in being lost and broken and wanting a purpose he can do and a win to bring home, and a god to believe in and everything he’s been feeling bad about - he lists his failures at like 3 different points in the episode, and there’s a strong emphasis on him being the Winchesters’ guardian angel, as he sees himself (and has done a long time, as he said in 6x20 about it, and I think is related to just as many bad decisions as that one since it was an emotional motivator there to keep them out of the big bad decisions and do this by himself - his motivation behind “I was there where were you” and turning away from Dean raking leaves is identical to Cas stealing the Colt, and he spells it out to Kelvin after he does it. 

Cas may be controlled in a sense but it’s pushing buttons in such a way it might hardly feel like control or be easy to treat like it, in the same way the Mark of Cain affected Dean’s “programming” and yet he was still somewhat Dean the entire time; Amara never creepily spoke through him and he was never controlled per say. The Mark fed his instincts and blood lust and rewarded him for killing and in this way twisted Dean extremely effectively, but on a scale where he was always Dean to at least sort of Dean and acting on basic emotional impulses that had identifiable origins within Dean, even if the version of Dean we grew to love would never actually act this way from a standing start.

But yeah. Kelly was paralled to Hael, wanting to take Cas over and become one with him, that they’d help each other by him taking her to the Grand Canyon and then she’d possess him. (whee what a great deal :P) - Kelly wanted to go to the sandbox instead, and she succeeded in getting Cas there and lo and behold the threat pays off and they become one - he’s sharing her baby’s power, and the same light is intermittently in both their eyes. He says he wishes he could HAVE her faith, and so she GIVES it to him, and at the end he says he HAS faith. 

And obviously it’s meant to be a bad thing - Cas can’t just HAVE faith like that. He’s a depressed messed up angel with no direction and who God rejected practically to his face (I mean, chinese whispers 3 people removed in God’s terms was pretty much to his face :P). Joshua wasn’t a symbol of Cas’s lack of faith for telling him that that then had to be obliterated and Cas magically has faith again, although you could draw a great false correlation graph between 5x16 and 12x19 and Cas’s faith. He was a reminder that Cas has no faith, because of what Joshua said that day. And Cas cold-shouldered God at the end of the universe. That’s Cas.

Whether it’s direct mind control or not, what Cas is going through is then a manipulation, a false dream and playing off his very loudly broadcast trauma and depression. It’s very clearly not good because Cas betrayed his family over it and seemed to choose Kelly over Sam and Dean, by leaving them there unconscious however gently he did it, it’s an act of aggression he wouldn’t commit against the people he literally was doing everything for to protect all episode until the nephilim got to him. Cas’s actions are not a sign of something good happening to him, and I was actually really disappointed just between Cas having the sweet moment where he was talking about who would be a good guardian for the nephilim and it sounded like a POSITIVE thing where he might do that, and the nephilim choosing Cas without giving him a choice in the matter, and influencing him to want to do it to the point of creepiness and choosing it over Sam and Dean.

Like, bottom line, this is not meant to be depicted as something good for Cas, and though I haven’t seen Bobo’s tweet, he’s presumably straight-faced trolling in the way writers can’t spoil stuff or tell you how to think about a story, so repeating what seems like the obvious surface line here, like, nah, Cas just found faith! lol! Of course he has, but the details of it went from hopeful to horrific in the flash of nephilim eyes on Kelly, and Cas’s instinct to protect and guard people and be the good angel he is, the one angel who ever seems to behave as angels should when it comes to protecting and caring and watching over people, sealed his fate that the nephilim felt Cas would selflessly protect it, and so he would have to selflessly protect it.

It’s tragic because it’s this close to something that could be positive to Cas, but this show of course never goes easy, and so of course it turns into something horrific where his agency has been compromised. It doesn’t have to be full control for his agency to be gone. He just never got a chance to choose to do this, even if his actions said “yes I will protect you”, within moments it had gone too far and crossed too many lines of who Cas is, what he really wants, and corrupts what, ironically, would have been the best thing for the nephilim if it HADN’T got grabby about wanting the best guardian angel in the universe, because Cas probably would have done the job for free >.>

Masterpost: Creating Societies

Alright, today I’m gonna talk to you about world building. In this, I’ll delve into what to consider when building societies and how to use Sociology to make a cohesive narrative.

The biggest mistake authors make when creating worlds is to create them with only their own world view in mind. If you’re going to take away only one thing from this blog, let it be this: Nothing is universal. Got that? And I do mean absolutely nothing. While it is true that all cultures share certain aspects (I’ll get into this further down), in no culture do any of these things necessarily look alike. What you think of any particular subject is completely dependent on who you grew up around. Every single thing we think of as “true” is only true for us.

For example, in Anglo-American society we tend to view gifts as a system of giving and getting - that is, if you get something you are expected to give back. Have you ever gotten a gift from someone that you couldn’t possibly repay? It makes us feel uncomfortable, burdened with this need to somehow pay the person back. So focused are we on individualism that the idea of being indebted feels like a moral sin. But that is not a truth in all societies. As Stephanie Coontz (1992) points out, in “the San people of the Kalahari Desert in Africa… giving an immediate return for any offering implies a profound insult,” as it shows that you, the receiver of the gift, are completely “unwilling to be indebted to others” (46). The act of gift giving ties people together beyond their own family bonds, creating the necessary social and political bonds that keep the society together.

Another example: The food you eat, and the time at which you eat it, is extremely cultural. You can find videos and photos of this all over the internet - look up different breakfasts in different countries and you’ll see that most of them are vastly different. Personally, I find it disgusting to eat beans for breakfast (sorry, England), but that’s because I grew up in western America and my eating habits didn’t include that. Many cultures find the sweet pancakes I enjoy for breakfast a disgusting way to start the day. (Sidenote: I don’t actually eat those anymore.) On that note, think of what you eat for dinner and imagine eating it for breakfast - how appetizing does that sound?

All of this is cultural. There isn’t a single thing that we do that is not directly tied to the society we grew up in or currently live in. No matter how much we may like to think it, we are not born in a vacuum. Everything that came before us, and everything that happens during our lives, deeply affects the way we interact with the world.

How can you use this in your writing? As I said earlier, remember when world building that your experiences and thoughts are not universal. Different people have different ideas of proper/improper, good/bad, moral/immoral, normal/abnormal. If you’re building a whole new world, whether it’s set on an alien planet, a fantasy version of Earth, or our current Earth, remember that each society is going to have different customs, beliefs, and day-to-day activities. People grow up vastly different from each other at vastly different speeds due to these differences. Sometimes we fight about it, sometimes we don’t - that is also very dependent on social upbringing.

Here at the basic things you need to consider when world building.

  1. Develop all the different social institutions your society will have. In modern society, we recognize 6: Family, Work, Government, Media, Education, Religion. As far as we can tell, five of these institutions (all except media, which is a recent addition) are universal and found in all cultures in one way or another. Where cultures differ is in the importance and development of each individual institution - some put more stock in government and education, others put more of an emphasis on family and work. You can have fun with this with your societies. No two have to work exactly the same, and you can try to come up with other institutions if you want.
  2. History. Here you can think both of societies interacting within their own boundaries, and societies interacting with other societies. The social history of how a government treats its own people is incredibly important, for example. Or, how two societies interact with each other at the time of your story is incredibly dependent on what sort of history they have, both politically and socially. Did one try to conquer the other? Did they have a mutually beneficial trade agreement? What have they thought of each other’s rulers? Each other’s customs? Beliefs? Social order?
  3. Current social climate. What is going on in the world right now that informs your overall plot? Think of the poor conditions and unrest in The Hunger Games that lead to revolution, or the rise of men in Lord of the Rings that lead to the very corruption Frodo has to stop. Are people hungry? Are people too distracted? Are the institutions crumbling or undergoing vast changes (this leads to a little thing called anomie, which I will get into in a later post)?
  4. Now, think of the individual. Consider all that you’ve already written, and narrow your gaze to your characters. How has this society influenced the family structure of your MC? Where, how, and with whom did your MC grow up, and why? Try and link it back to what you’ve already developed. If you’ve got a save-the-world hero, like Katniss Everdeen, then how will their upbringing affect their abilities as a hero? Where will they falter? What groups will they let down, or possibly harm?

There are a lot of excellent stories you can read or watch to get an idea of how you can use society to shape stories and characters. My favorite one is Jack London’s White Fang, which is essentially an in-depth study into how society molds us into who we become, and how nobody stays the same throughout their lives - one can always change. Star Wars has a good example in Anakin Skywalker if you’re looking for villain inspiration. Lord of the Rings and A Song of Ice and Fire are two of the best world-building examples we have, and Harry Potter gives an excellent, if slightly incomplete, show of how to build a world within our world.

And, of course, if you have any questions on specific parts of social world building, my ask box is open. Happy creating!

-Mod Mix

Coontz, Stephanie. 1992. The Way We Never Were. New York, NY: BasicBooks.

recognize you anywhere

“Whatever other universes there are, whatever versions of me are running around, whatever they’re out there doing, I’m sure they’re going to find you. One way or another.”

She rests her chin on his shoulder, gazing up at him. “How do you know?”

“Because, it’s like I said.” He tilts his head to look at her, biting his lip before breaking into another effortless smile. “I’d recognize you anywhere.”

also known as, the rucas soulmate series, where they find each other in any and every version of reality. ( read on ao3 )

Chapter: prologue & 1

✾ new york, present day ✾

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

The question escapes Riley’s lips before she can really think it over. It hangs in the air, filling the silence of her bedroom.

Lucas makes a face as he contemplates the answer, shrugging. “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“You know me,” she says sheepishly, dropping her gaze down to her notebook rather than looking him in the eyes. She doesn’t know why she’s embarrassed, but something about the question seems so silly she wishes she could take it back. His lack of a decisive response doesn’t help matters. “Sometimes I just say things. Ramble, and stuff.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. She glances up long enough to catch his fond smile.

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Please Don’t Worry Part Three (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N (This is my first fic, so any suggestions are welcome!)

Warnings- Some swearing, self harm, mentions death of a loved one

Words- 1,295

You must have fallen asleep because when you open your eyes, Alex is sitting next to you on the bed, quietly talking to the other three, who are scattered across your room.

“You know, I wish I had hugged her more,” you say, basically whispering. “I’ve always hated hugs but you think I could’ve put that aside for my mom. I miss when I was younger and telling her that I loved her when I left for school in the morning. We always told each other, no matter how frustrated we were with each other. Every single morning. And yeah, I’m glad that it was the last thing I said to her, but if I had just stayed downstairs for two more minutes that night we could have talked about our day and I could have told her that I loved her one more time, and I will never stop hating myself for that.”

You rolled over onto your side, immediately wishing that you hadn’t said anything. You never thought you would share that with anyone, let alone four people at once, no matter how close you are to them. You just don’t talk about your mom with people because it just weirds everyone out and you get pity, and you hate it so much. But now you’re getting it from the people you thought you could escape it from. You ruined the one safe place in your life.

“We just don’t understand why. Why you starve yourself. Why you harm yourself,” John said hesitantly, breaking the silence.

“Why? Because I’m the one still here. I am such an awful person who doesn’t even want to be alive most of the time, but I’m still here. She loved life so much and things were finally going her way and she’s the one who’s gone. I hate it. I hate myself for still being here. I don’t deserve to be here,” you yelled, “Tell me why I’m still here!”

Alexander took you into his arms and rocked you gently, trying to calm you down, but you keep trying to push him away so he slides back to the other side of the bed. You try to calm yourself down but all of this is so overwhelming. You never thought it would be this bad but then it was all at once and you feel so angry. Not at them. At yourself for being so stupid, for letting them find out.

“I don’t remember the last night I haven’t cried,” you laugh bitterly, “Most of the time I barely make it through the day. Before I never cried. But now I cry at everything. Not to mention the anxiety. My hands are constantly shaking and I always feel like I’m going to puke, which is part of why I haven’t been eating. How did you guys want me to tell you that? There isn’t any way that I know of. You shouldn’t have ever found out, but you don’t give me any space. So I missed a few phone calls. I could have been sleeping. But you rushed home. I’m assuming you threw out my blades?”

“Why on earth wouldn’t we?” Hercules asked, returning the hostility that had crept into your voice by the time you finished talking, “So you can hurt yourself more?”

“It’s the only thing that calms me down. It doesn’t even hurt anymore!”

“And that’s supposed to make us feel better? That cutting yourself up, what, feels good to you? That’s better somehow?”

You began sobbing again as he yelled at you. You don’t even know why. This is stuff you had imagined someone doing the entire time you had been doing this to yourself. This was just that broken record repeating one more time.

“I don’t know!” you repeated over and over, rocking back and forth.

“Herc, calm down. You’re freaking her out, man,” John chided as he slid across the room to sit next to you on the bed, forcing you closer to Alexander. This time when Alex put his arm around you, you let him, and you tried to calm yourself down.

“I just feel so empty all the time. When I started, I finally felt something and it didn’t matter that it was pain. Pain is so much better than nothing. And I’m so tired but usually I can’t sleep, and when I do I’m even more tired when I wake up. It doesn’t matter what I do, I always feel the same,” you sighed. “I’m so tired of feeling like this.”

You take a minute to look at each of your friends, trying to figure out what they are thinking about. Worry was the most prominent expression. Herc had calmed down but he still looked kind of pissed. Laf was fiddling with a curl that had slipped out of his ponytail, unable to look at you. John was holding your hand, his brow furrowed in concentration, unusually quiet. And Alexander. You could tell he had something to say that he didn’t want to share with everyone.

“Hey,” you said hoarsely, “Can you guys give Alexander and I a few minutes? Please?”

“Of course,” replied John, squeezing your hand before getting up to leave behind the other two.

When all three of them were out, you shifted so you were facing Alexander and lightly kissed his cheek. He sighed and pulled you back against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I want nothing more than to make all of your pain go away. I wish you had told me when it first started so I could have helped before it reached this point. It’s my fault- I should have checked in on you more, I should have seen this coming. Oh god, it’s all my fault,” he gasped. “(Y/N), I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to always be there for you and I’m not. How could I leave you alone? I’m never leaving your si-”

“Hey, you are not putting this on yourself,” you interrupt. “This is my fault and no one else’s, okay? I did this. I’m the one who shut all of you out and I’m the one who starved myself and I’m the one who hurt myself. I would love to be around you more, but not if you are going to be feeling guilty for yourself the whole time. I am so sorry that you had to see this, but it is not your fault, do you hear me?” you asked, tilting his chin up and forcing him to look you in the eyes. Alex scanned your face, searching for a response. It was rare that you were this forceful, and he seemed taken aback.

“I’m sorry. You look so tired. I hear you completely, but before we talk anymore, do you want to try taking a nap? I can take the guys out for a bit if you want.”

“No. Stay here. I don’t want to be alone anymore. They look tired too. Have them come back in and we can all nap together, like little kids. That’s what I want.”

Alex left and came back with the other three, who started grabbing their own chair or piece of floor.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have this huge ass bed and I’m not letting it go unused. Get up here,” you commanded.

After quite a few confused looks, all five of you were laying on your bed. With your head on Alex’s chest, a hand in one of Laf’s, John and Herc somehow sharing the end of your bed, you begin to relax. You still have so much to talk about, but it can wait. For now, you drift off to sleep, the most at peace you have been in months. 

Batboys With Their s/o On Christmas and Christmas Eve Would Include...


-Christmas Eve
  • So many ugly christmas sweaters
  • He wears a different one each day
  • He has a couple one too, he forces you to wear yours with him
  • He would play Mariah Carrey all the time
  • He would sing as bad as he could to her songs to push your buttons
  • But who can resist him, you soon turn the song into a duet with him and can be found dancing around the kitchen together
  • Dick is one cliche mother fudger
  • Mistletoe is all over your shared apartment
  • You don’t really see the point since Dick already kisses you 24/7
  • He’s all about decorating, even though he sucks at it
  • He likes to spend Christmas eve with just you
  • He showers you with affection during the whole day
  • You guys go outside to make snowmen
  • It’s Gotham there is plenty of snow believe me
  • You guys watch a bunch of Christmas movies and eat Christmas cookies and drink hot cocoa during the marathon
  • Since we all know that Dick is basically a rabbit when it comes to sex, expect him to do some wild things over the holiday
  • “Someone’s on the naughty list…”
  • You guys go to the manor for christmas
  • He forces the whole family to wear ugly christmas sweaters
  • Alfred totally helps him
  • You all decided to make gingerbread houses which is an utter disaster
  • It turns into a competition and it’s fierce
  • Damian made a gingerbread skyscraper
  • Jason made a gingerbread man murder scene
  • Tim’s was made with overwhelmingly good precision
  • Dick’s was sloppy, over topped with candy, and the roof was sliding off but he was proud of it
  • Tim won that one to Damian’s dismay
  • Dick got you a really good present, he put so much thought into it
  • He planned it months beforehand because it had to be perfect
  • Lots of photos
  • The boys are disgusted by all the kisses, like keep your saliva to your selves
  • You can literally give any present to Dick
  • As long as it was given with love
  • It can be socks for all he acres and he would act like it’s the best thing that he has ever gotten
  • But you put a lot of thought in his present
  • He wants to shower you with gifts but you will not let him
  • He wants to spoil you so bad but he respects your wishes
  • During the holiday he makes sure to be at your side at all times
  • You both don’t get much free time together so he makes sure to make the most of it
  • Over all Dick is really happy to spend time with his family and the girl he loves


-Christmas Eve
  • Like Tim is just such a dork and nerd
  • He somehow finds a way to make everything Star Wars themed
  • The cookies
  • The color scheme
  • Clothes
  • There is nothing wrong with this he is so smol and precious
  • It’s honestly cute to see him just go crazy with all this stuff
  • You can just sit on the couch and listen to him ramble
  • You guys would totally go ice skating on Christmas Eve
  • Tim is decent at it
  • You’re are just falling over every single second
  • Tim lets you hold his arm for balance with some teasing
  • “Tim don’t.”
  • “Yes.”
  • No matter how much you said no Tim still lifted you up and he is damn lucky he didn’t drop you because if not you would have whooped his ass
  • Everyone else in the rink is just like so jealous
  • #couplegoals
  • It’s fun, you guys get to play around and talk about anything
  • And also do cute things together cause Tim is low key romantic
  • As you guys exit out the rink Tim faceplants onto the ice
  • You wish you caught that on film
  • It’s karma for him teasing you for all the times you tumbled to the ground
  • You guys spend Christmas at the manor
  • Everything’s normal
  • Besides everyone drinking hot cocoa and Tim being the only one drinking coffee instead
  • Tim ruins the family photos by dabbing or doing the most ridiculous things
  • Tim holds you hand as much as possible
  • He’s just so happy that you seem so enthusiastic about everything
  • The boys tease him for his clingy behavior but you shush them


-Christmas Eve
  • You guys spend the day baking cookies
  • You and Jason are just listening to christmas music on the radio
  • It’s all fairly calm with some flirting here and there
  • Then Jason slaps your ass when you were putting a tray of cookies in the oven
  • Which left a handprint made of flour on your jeans
  • “Sorry babe I can’t keep my hands to myself.” He smirks
  • he gave you that smirk
  • Eggs are thrown everywhere
  • Kitchen utensils are flying all over the place
  • The food battle ends once the oven dings
  • You take a look around, the kitchen is a disaster and egg yolk is running down your hair while Jason is covered head to toe in flour
  • You take the cookies out the oven and force Jason to help you clean up the mess
  • Even if you had to put up with his constant whining and protest
  • “If you clean the kitchen we can take a very long shower together.”
  • You never seen that boy clean so quick before
  • Once the kitchen is clean and the cookies are decorated Jason immediately picks you up
  • “Hey! What are you doing?”
  • “I was promised a shower.”
  • Jason was very reluctant to go to the manor for Christmas
  • “Come on you love those boys.”
  • “I hate them with every fiber in my fucking being.”
  • “Then who are those presents for in the closet?”
  • Jason ends up at the manor for Christmas
  • Everything seems fairly normal
  • Some normal banter between the boys nothing surprising
  • Until…
  • “Santa isn’t real pipsqueak.”
  • “Yes he is!”
  • That’s how Jason ended up getting stabbed in the shoulder by Damian
  • “You son of a bitch!”
  • “Language Jason!”
  • Once the wound is tended to everyone proceeds to act like it never happened
  • Jason is like extra cute and clingy
  • He makes sure to kiss you under every mistletoe in the manor
  • And it’s not just a small peck
  • It’s a full blown on makeout session
  • The boys are in the background gagging
  • Everybody passed each other their gifts in a orderly fashion
  • You notice Jason give Bruce an oddly wrapped gift
  • “Jason.”
  • “What?”
  • “Did you give Bruce a crowbar?”
  • He just winks at you


-Christmas Eve
  • You and Damian would probably spend the day out in the snow
  • Making snowmen, building snow forts, snow angels, etc
  • That is until you throw a snowball at him
  • It wasn’t even meant to be a hard throw
  • But he turned around at the wrong moment and got hit by the snowball right smack in the face
  • Damian is just shocked
  • After a long period of silence he throws a snowball at you
  • He makes sure to now to throw it with too much force
  • You guys ended up having an intense warfare
  • You two can’t stop laughing, not even paying attention to how could you guys are
  • Once inside the manor you both cuddle up near the fireplace with cups of cocoa
  • He cheekily places kisses down your neck
  • During the whole ordeal of him trying to seduce you, you tease him
  • Which ends up with you being thrown onto his bed…
  • Everyone’s just teasing Damian bruh
  • So many embarrassing stories
  • “Hey remember the time you stabbed Jason when he said Santa wasn’t real?”
  • “Wait you stabbed Jason because he said Santa wasn’t real?????”
  • “I was only ten!”
  • You find out a lot of things over dinner
  • A lot
  • Dick is all over you guys
  • He won’t stop taking pictures and cooing at your guys slight PDA
  • He basically shoves you under mistletoes
  • He is your number one shipper and he no shame
  • Damian whisks you away from his family up to his room
  • Where you both watch Christmas movies and hog out on sweets

Let’s do a quick recap (and I legit mean quick!) of what each diamond on Emma’s wedding band represent mmkay? And I’m gonna be forgetting a lot here so just bear with me.

1st diamond - first meeting, they were foes who both had quests, hers - getting back to her son; his - revenge against the man who took not only his love, but his hand as well: also you can be a part of something or you can be alone and he turns his ship around because he needed that reminder that he could be a part of something *wails to infinity*

2nd diamond - the neverland trip aka the moment people lost their shit because of that kiss (i wasn’t around tumblr when it happened but hearing people talk about how amazing it was then makes me smile always) / let’s throw in the next greatest moment “I swear on Emma Swan” HAHA I’M FINE NO I’M NOT then she gave up her magic to save him “Hook, come back to me.” HAHA THE MORE I WRITE I START TO CRY also followed by only the GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME - THE CAPTAIN SWAN MOVIE, plus “it’s okay swan, not everything gets to watch their parents fall in love” plus “you’re a hero swan” followed by “so are you” *smile* followed by only the greatest moment in history “you traded your ship for me?” she says with wonder in her voice and his lovely “aye” and that kiss that lasted for so many minutes aka days, it was so long and beautiful and that time they broke away and both smiled before going right back for more, i’m dying thinking of it again

3rd diamond - season 4 rolls around and they’re pretty much learning the basics of coupledom, we’re witnessed to their first date (everything was sweet and pure) he got his hand back because should she let me, i’d like to be able to hold her - whatever the damn line was *i’m horrible because i don’t remember, i know but bah* it was still pure af, I should get my own place - foreshadowing i see you and i love you - followed by that kiss woop woop. then we got ‘i’m a fan of every part of you’ AHHHHHH and then “i’m not a goodbye person, but maybe just this once” *full on sobbing* now / 4b rolls around and 6 glorious wks have passed they’re being pretty fucking cute, when the queens of darkness roll into town, but who cares about that “DON’T YOU KNOW EMMA? IT’S YOU.” and that beautiful af kiss with a single tear rolling down emma’s cheek *puddle of melt* then we get cute au and deckhand swan and ‘i sensed we were close in that other realm’ ‘very’ WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE? LIKE STAPHHHH then he dies for her and her son and the curse is broken and she runs to see him, worried he’s not there when he smugly shows himself over the banister in the loft with snowing looking on and she throws herself at him and we would get an ily but then wasn’t the time, so she stares at him in awe and he’s all eyebrow raise because HE. DOESN’T. STOP. then comes heartbreak #1 emma sacrifices herself to save the town from the darkness yada yada *still sobbing btw* “Emma, don’t do this” he says with tears in her eyes, emma replies tearfully ‘I love you’ follow by a push and then she’s gone and the camera pans to him with tears in his eyes and the dagger with her name on it

4th diamond - s5 begins with hook desperately trying to get her back and then he finds her in the enchanted forest as a dark one, going through the transition and ‘heroes and villains here because of you, for you’ and then he calmly lets her make the decision to return merida’s heart and then they hug and ‘you don’t look like a crocodile’ ‘guess i lucked out’ and then as they leave hand swings aplenty then another curse happens and ‘where’s emma?’ ‘relax i’m right here’ in full dark one outfit and white hair and then emma why are you doing this and then dark swan is all because i am the dark one and poofs away, and then episode 2 back in camelot flashback and we see them get married HAHA J/K BUT THEY TOTALLY GOT MARRIED THEY LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL and then that dance at the ball and then UGH SO GOOD, BASICALLY EVERYTHING WAS CAMELOT AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERED - but then he died saving her and she refused to let him go and turned him into another dark one because i’m not gonna let him go and i won’t anyone stop me HAHA REMEMBER HOW I SAID I WAS FINE BEFORE, WELL I WAS BUT NOT ANY MORE, NOT FINE ANYMORE and then he’s all ‘how could you do this to me swan’ after finding out that his love did this to him and she’s all “i wasn’t gonna lose you killian” and then HE SACRIFICES HIMSELF TO SAVE HER AND HER FAMILY AND IS ALL “LET ME MAKE UP FOR MY MISTAKE, LET ME DIE A HERO” AND THEN SHE’S LIKE ‘NO IT SHOULD BE ME’ but he won’t let her do that, no sirree, *KILLIAN JONES HAS ALWAYS AND WILL CONTINUE TO ALWAYS PUT EMMA SWAN SWAN FIRST, YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT* and then he dies and there back to normal and she holds him IN HER ARMS AS HE’S DEAD AND THEN REFUSES TO LET HIM GO WHEN THE PARAMEDICS CAME *PTERODACTYL SCREAMING* BECAUSE WHYYYYYYY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?? then she finds out his death was taken from him (fucking rumple boo hiss) and decides she’s going to the underworld to get her man back ‘you two share a heart, so will we’ and then they reunite and there’s an argument and then all is good and then they’re trying to find a way out and then there’s TRUE LOVE’S TEST AND “IT’S TRUE LOVE. EMMA YOU CHOSE ME THAT WAS THE TEST” AND THEIR SMILES *SQUEALS* OF COURSE THEY PASS; THIS IS FUCKING CAPTAIN SWAN WE’RE TALKING ABOUT HERE. and then they find out that hades (boo hiss) is a turd and lies and he can’t go with her back to the land of the living and that FUCKING HEARTBREAKING MOMENT #2 THE ELEVATOR GOODBYE THAT DESTROYED ME, LIKE HOW DARE THEY and even after they’re realms apart they still work together and stop hades and zeus (thank you) brings back killian to where he belongs with emma and that tiptoe kiss in the rain after they’re reunited and he’s giggling and she’s shooketh and attack kisses galore, then that ‘i love you’ that’s said with no threat of death, villains anything. just said it to say it and of course don’t forget that LIFT KISS LIFT KISS WOOT WOOT

5th diamond - s6 the hottest couch makeout we’ve ever been witnessed to with hands on the butt and leg pretty much in the air and earth-shaking after that there’s ‘move in with me’ then there’s you’re the product of true love and that cute af hand kiss to stop her shaking vision hand of imminent death and then so much separation and then she gets sent to the wish world and meets his older much heavier still attractive self (yep i’ve reached the point of finding older hook attractive sue me hehe) and then she comes back and he’s all “you’re amazing swan” hug and then that cute moment in 6x12 - ‘I JUST DESPERATELY NEED TO KISS YOU’ LIKE WHO SAYS STUFF LIKE THAT, KILLIAN JONES THAT’S WHO and then things happen and i’m crying because we all know what comes after, she finds the ring, he’s drunk off his ass, tainted proposal ensues (still beautiful tho, even knowing what we know) then they halt that proposal (more like she gives the ring back) and he’s about to leave when he changes his mind and gets ready to come back only for dark one jr creeping up on him and stopping that in it’s tracks and they’re separated for 3 fucking episodes YES YOU HEARD ME 3 FUCKING EPISODES WORTH OF SEPARATION and then he’s all “i’m trying to find my way back home to you” “i’d never abandoned you” and “i love you” and then they work their way back, he takes out his shadow to take him back to her, it fails his shadow makes its way to emma followed by A CARESS TO THE CHEEK THAT I WILL NEVER BE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, then she goes to get him with encouragement and a push from mama snow, in a door she finds him, pushed some lost boys out the way, grabs her man’s hand and back through the door and they land on top of each other and he apologizes, she apologizes and then re-proposal, followed by the same yes as before, she gets on his level of kneelingness (yes it’s not a work but bah) says yes, kisses him and the ring goes right back where it belongs.



Just a few pointers to avoid death by art.

(Basically just stuff I wish I had known pre-CSSSA. A long read, but if you don’t know what to expect at CSSSA, worth the time.)

Be present. Michael Fields told us this in his opening speech, and it was the most important piece of advice I received. It’s easy to get caught thinking about how many days until you have to leave or the project that’s due tomorrow - which is a foolproof way to miss out on all the good stuff. Always be present, in class and out. Be a sponge. Soak up what it feels like. Soak up all the incredible stuff you’ll learn in your classes. Soak up what it looks like, smells like, everything. Soak it up and never forget. Trust me.

CSSSA is a self-made experience. Yes, there are incredible people and experiences and everything. But in the end, those who were the most successful were those that jumped into the culture, embraced every minute, and found the positive side in everything, no matter what. It’s all what you make of it.

Let yourself be surprised. I know lots of people don’t like surprises, but for me, this was the most exciting part of CSSSA. We didn’t know what to expect each day when we woke up, and it kept us sharp and, most importantly, it kept us creative. Don’t overschedule or overplan or ask alumni for details of every freaking thing. Seriously, just let stuff happen. If you hear someone playing music, go listen. If that art gallery looks inviting, seriously go look. You’re going to be surrounded by spontaneous creative people. There’s always something to do. My favorite nights were ones where I’d just grab my dorm keys, lock up, and go for a walk around campus. I’d always run into music kids in a jam circle or theatre kids playing a group game in an empty classroom or people painting in the sublevel. If you don’t find people, there’s so many exciting things on campus - hidden pathways, grand pianos in tucked-away practice rooms, or movies playing on the film greens. If you’re an introvert like me, there’s plenty of tucked away places perfect for curling up, sunset watching, and deep thoughts.

Don’t freak out on the first day when you get lost a thousand times - you will learn to find your way. Remember in the first Harry Potter when Ron and Harry first arrive at Hogwarts? They’re late to all their classes because the staircases change spots and the doorknobs disappear. This is EXACTLY what CalArts will feel like at first. All the hallways are freakishly long and the same shiny white. When in doubt, keep walking because the buildings have a great way of circling around and spitting you out somewhere familiar (eventually).

CSSSA runs on a different time zone than the normal world. Each day will be jam-packed with three and a half day’s worth of work and fun, so subsequently every two days will feel like a week, a week will feel like a month, and the month will feel like a whole semester. You’ll see this in many ways; the friends you’ve known for a month will feel like childhood pals, even if you ate an hour ago you’ll feel like it’s been all day, and you’ll feel like you haven’t slept in days even if you slept last night. Emotionally prepare yourself for this.

Obey the rules. They’re simple things that are easy enough to follow. Wear shoes, don’t lose your ID, no breaking curfew, don’t lie to the important people. They might seem like small things, but they’re just trying to give everyone a safe experience. Really. I incessantly broke, like, all of them, and these people are like mother bears - they love their cubs, but you’ll feel their wrath. Plus, you’ll disappoint your teachers, who you will deeply respect and want to impress.

Pick your friends. This sounds like a strange thing to say, and when someone told me this before I left  for CSSSA, I didn’t know what to make of it. But the thing is, there are 500 creative, smart people living in the same building, so you’ll never have a shortage of wonderful friends. That being said, you might find yourself spending time with people you don’t get along with so well because you met them on the first day or they’re in your class. Don’t do that, because you will regret it. Seek out people that make you feel special and loved, not people you feel like you have to hang out with. This is one thing I really regret not figuring out sooner. The right friends will make or break your CSSSA experience. You don’t owe your time to anyone. I guarantee this will make sense about two weeks in.

Overpack. You and EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON going to CSSSA is going to be paranoid about overpacking. You don’t want to be that person that looks materialistic when you bring too much, right? Wrong. First off, you could bring in a semi truck on the first day and no one would blink an eyelid. It just doesn’t matter to these people. Really though, you’ll think “it’s just a month, I’ll get by”. But you’ll share your snacks and lend your paintbrushes to your suitemate and get invited to an impromptu costume party, so… Throw it in. If you don’t use it, a friend will need it.

Bring a TON of stuff to decorate your dorm. They’re gray-carpeted, brick-walled blocks. Seriously, bring some posters and stuff or you’ll feel like you’re living in an insane asylum. The large expanses of flat white industrial paint will drive you crazy. I didn’t bring anything cause I figured it wouldn’t matter, but coming home to a wonderful room filled with things you love feels a lot better than unlocking a door to a jail cell. Speaking of, the lighting sucks so bad. Bring a lamp. Or two.

The food is okay. Take care of yourself and eat what will keep you going, instead of just grabbing what everyone else is eating. Oh, and my biggest secret to success: the guy that stands by the dessert counter and says “only take one”? Befriend him. Buddy up to this dude and you’ll get as many cookies as you want, plus you’ll be popular because you’ll be like the cookie god.

I’m not going to tell you anything else. I could talk for hours, but that’ll ruin it for you. Be a nice guy. Find a happy medium between not being pretentious and not being self-sabotaging about your work. Be a nice guy. Live your CSSSA life to the fullest, because the only thing you won’t regret is not having any regrets. Be a nice guy. Respect everyone. Let yourself change and become a better artist and person. Did I mention being a nice guy? Because seriously that’ll get you farther than anything else.

See you on the other side, in the real world. I’ll be ready with tissues, because I’ll put my life’s savings down that leaving will break your heart, and a lot more than you’ll ever expect. Have fun, kiddos.

Playing with Fire, Part 2

Pairings: OC Jack x Reader, yet eventually someone of the Avengers x Reader

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Arguing

OC’s: Okay so obviously everyone in this series except the Avengers are original characters and I just wanted to inform you that Jack, the boy reader is dating –I pictured him to look like Nick Robinson, because well, have you seen him? Yep, I know.

A/N: So, like some of you might have noticed, I already posted the 2nd part some time ago, but I just hated it. I wasn’t happy at all how it turned out -but hey, that happens, so I deleted it and wrote it again and here you go. I’m so happy I did that, because now I truly like this part and I hope you do as well x

Part 1

The hand gif’s from Google

Originally posted by jsovs

“Sweetheart, are you sure you are able to go back to school?” My mom frowned looking way too over concerned, while rushing after me around the house as I was trying to get everything I needed.

“Yes,” I let out a soft laughter, dropping my keys to the bottom of my bag. “I feel more than okay, I have no reason to skip the classes any longer.”

It was true, I was feeling better than well. Okay yeah, I was still freaking out because of what happened, but my powers, as I guess I was supposed to call them - had vanished as quickly as they had appeared. I knew I was already the hot topic of all the biggest gossips around the school and I didn’t want to feed the flames by staying at home.

“I’ll come home early if I don’t feel okay,” I asserted, pulling shoes on and taking one last glance through the mirror. “But I’m truly okay, I promise.”

“If you say so, sweetie,” she sighed, pulling me into a deep hug, making me roll my eyes with a laughter. We were close with mom, but hugging and calling each other with corny nicknames was way out of our league.

“I’m going to be late if you don’t let go of me,” I laughed, making her pull further with a grin.

“Just- be safe, okay?” She frowned, nipping her bottom lip between her teeth, as I rolled my eyes with a soft laughter, before rushing to my car and pulling out of the driveway.

The Avengers Tower, NYC

“We can’t just rush into her house and kidnap her,” Steve sighed, shooking his head. “We have to be subtle.”

“For how many times do I need to say this,” Tony rolled his eyes, “she might be dangerous.”

“Exactly, that’s why we are going to talk to her calmly,” the blond man stated, trying his best to stay calm, but Tony was –once again poking on his nerves.

“So you are saying that we should just rush into her house and sit down for a cup of tea?” Tony frowned, glaring at Steve. “Do you even-“

“Boys,” Wanda called out reservedly, glancing at the annoyed men in turns. She was surprised as both of them stopped arguing immediately and turned their heads towards her, looking curious. “I think I should go talk to her.”

“Wanda, with all respect, I don’t think-,” Steve started, yet Wanda cut him off with a glare.

“Steve, I know what she is going through,” she notified, shrugging her shoulders with slight frown. “I can talk to her –I can use my past to confirm her to come with us.”

“Wanda, Tony’s right, she might be dangerous,” Steve sighed.

“And you think it is better idea to corner her?” She shook her head. “I can handle her and you know that.”

“So, how’s our Super-girl doing?” I heard a soft laugh calling after me as I walked across our school’s parking lot, shoving my car keys to my bag. Soft smile raised to my lips as I saw Jack jogging after me, his face turned into amused smile.

“Hey,” I smiled as he reached me, running his fingers through his light brown hair.

“Hello,” he chuckled, his green eyes focused straight into mine.

Okay yeah, I guess I have to admit that he was handsome. And funny and kind –and like Jenny said, there was nothing wrong with him. Actually, he was alarmingly the opposite of “not okay” –he was almost way too perfect and therefor so out of my league.  

“So, I heard what happened at the chemistry class,” he raised his eyebrow, looking slightly amused. “Did you really have the fire in your control like the rumors say?”

“So there really are rumors running around about me,” I let out a laughter, trying to dodge his question. “Please tell me they are only good things?”

“Oh believe me when I say, there have never been so good rumors about anyone so far,” Jack let out a soft laugh. “At least as far as I’ve noticed suddenly every single one of the boys at the football team are chasing you –not even mentioning the comic nerds, you are like Goddess to them.”

“You can’t be serious,” I laughed, shooking my head. “And the girls?”

“The girls either want to be you, or kill you because of their jealousy,” he laughed, shrugging then with bright smile on his lips. “I’m only saying what I’ve heard.”

“Well I guess things aren’t as bad as they could be,” I let out a laughter, before nipping my bottom lip between my teeth, glancing at him carefully. “Jack listen, I –I’m sorry that I cancelled our date last weekend.”

“Oh no don’t be, it’s totally okay,” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out a nervous laughter. “If you want to, we could always try again –let’s say tomorrow night?”

For my surprise I found myself nodding my head with smile on my lips. Something told me that I really should give him a chance.

Suddenly I realized that Jack’s talking about the rumors indeed wasn’t just talking. Till the end of the school day I had dodged at least six hit lines, found three girls who looked like they were planning on how to kill me in most painful ways, and ran away from the worst gossipers all day long.

“This is awful,” Jenny let out a playfully dramatic sigh as we were sitting on the grass at the school’s yard, eating lunch. “No one even knows who I am anymore, I’m turning into you –I’m going to die alone. What an awful destiny.”

“Jen they don’t even have a proper base to their admiring -I didn’t really even do anything,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “It was just some kind of physical effect.”

“You saved the whole school from exploding,” she notified with a kick of her eyebrow. “It doesn’t really matter if you have some kind of superpowers or not, everyone still sees you as a hero.”

“Well in that case,” I smirked playfully, covering my eyes with sunglasses, “I guess we just have to get used to all of the fans. You could be my manager and bodyguard, keeping all the admirers away and responding to my interview requests as well as invitations to the finest parties of New York.”

“That actually sounds pretty good idea,” she laughed, finishing her smoothie. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even get an invitation to one of the magnificent parties of Tony Stark himself.”

“Oh, I like how that sounds,” I giggled softly. “Partying with the Avengers wouldn’t be bad at all.”

Out of nowhere Jenny’s expression changed into truly concerned. “To be honest getting a bodyguard to you isn’t a bad idea at all,” she frowned, nodding towards a group of girls walking towards us, their faces turned into everything but kind smiles.

Yep. In every college there is this one group of girls that love to cause drama by hook or by crook. And in our school it was Jessica’s group –well, more like Jessica and her group of minions.

“Oh, not today,” I sighed rolling my eyes, before getting up from the grass as I kicked my eyebrow at the blond girl who was reaching us confidently, notwithstanding the fact that her high heels were sinking slightly to the ground with each step.

“Hey Super-girl,” she chuckled, making her minions giggle brightly. “What’s up?”

“Oh, beside your ego?” Jenny cooed, squinting her eyes dangerously. “Just turn around and keep walking, Jess.”

“Excuse me, are you deaf or did you just not hear that I’m talking to Y/N?” Jess hissed, stepping a bit closer to Jenny.

“Umh, are you stupid or did you just not know that being deaf and not hearing is basically the same thing?” Jenny let out an annoyed laughter, closing the gap between the two girls, looking straight into Jess’s icy blue eyes.

“Let’s just calm down, okay?” I called out, pulling Jenny further from her. “Jessica, what can I help you with?”

“Oh, yeah about that,” she smiled artificially, tilting her head slightly. “Stay away from Jack.”

I raised my eyebrows, letting out sarcastic laughter. “Excuse me, what was that again?”

“Don’t play stupid, you know that Jack and I share a history,” she cooed, crossing her hands to her chest. “So stay away.”

“I don’t have time for this,” I breathed out, rolling my eyes as I turned around, grapping my bag from the grass. “Jenny, let’s go.”

“What’s the rush, Freak?” I heard Jess’s squeaky voice calling after me. “What makes you think that Jack would ever touch a freak like you even with a long stick?”

I turned around, rising my eyebrows. “What did you just call me?”

“Oh, freak wasn’t your name?” She frowned, turning the corners of her mouth downwards. “I’m so sorry, I forgot that it was just a name that others use from you behind your back. Foolish me.”

I felt tears of annoyance ascending to my eyes as I saw the purely mean smile on her face. “You have no right to say that-“

“I’m just telling you what you are too stupid to see by yourself,” Jess laughed, “Jack doesn’t want you, Y/N. He has a bet with the football team and all he needs to do is get you on his bed and he wins.”

“That’s enough,” I snapped, stamping my leg to the ground as I stepped closer to her. “You have no right-“

Yet my sentence got cut short as the voice of tens of car alarms filled the air, the strident noise making all of us cover our ears with our hands.

“What’s happening?” I shouted over the racket, glancing at Jenny and Jess alternately, earning just a shrug of their shoulders and confused and fear-filled expressions on their faces.

And then I felt it –the ground starting to shake, the quake getting harder and harder each passing second.

Avenger’s Tower, NYC

“Suit up and get to the Quinjet,” Steve called out, his face turned into a deep frown. “There is an earthquake.”

“Earthquake?” Natasha frowned, rushing to get ready to leave. “Since when has it been our job to take care of the natural disasters as well?”

“Since they’re happening at a small part of Manhattan,” Steve responded with strict voice, clinging his shield to the back of his suit. “And it seems that Y/N is behind it.”

“Y/N –the girl who played with the fireball thing?” Clint frowned, shooking his head. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Tony sighed, shooking his head with purely annoyed expression on his face. “I told you she was dangerous, but surprisingly no one gave a damn.”

“I gave a damn, Tony” Steve snapped, as the Quinjet got to the air. “I gave a damn about her safety and I apologize that I was wrong, but this is not the time to turn up against each other.”

“What do we do?” Wanda took a deep breath, her eyebrows knitted to a deeply concerned expression.

Tony kicked his eyebrow, the red helmet of his armor setting down to cover his face. “We fight.”

Forced to Love [J-Hope Angst]

Originally posted by hoseoh

love; a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person

The marriage has been nothing but a forced marriage between two people who hated each other. Hoseok always found a way to tease, insult and make fun of you. But through the years living under the same roof as him, you had seen his soft sides when he thought you didn’t.

And somehow, in the middle of everything, you started to fall in love. You started to fall hard and it was impossible to stop yourself from falling any harder.

It has always been hard for the two of you to even stand beside each other when you were little kids. Everything with him and you included was forced. Friendship, relationship and marriage. Even smiling at each other were forced. It was like you were allergic to each other. You couldn’t even look at him without wanting to throw a chair at his smirking face. And he couldn’t breathe properly without leaving an unneccesary comment about how your make up was not on point, basically every single day.

But living under the same roof as him for over a year made you just as rude as him and you were starting to get used to his arrogant personality and his annoying, but hot, smirk. Even if you wanted to, sometimes, strangle him, you still found yourself blush everytime he would smile although it wasn’t you he was smiling at.

You found yourself falling in love. You found yourself wanting to see him and you found yourself missing him everytime he would be away.

It was a complicated marriage. You thought being forced to marry your biggest enemy was going to be hell, but you were wrong. He would surprise you everyday with his amazing talents and soft sides. Sides that you didn’t know of him. How kind hearted he really was when he thought no one was watching, but the truth is, you were watching him. You fell in love with his flaws and everything in between and you found yourself loving his flaws more than anything else.

But love wasn’t just beautiful. It was terrible, ugly and it made you blind. Love made you blind, it gave you pain and more pain as the days went by.

A few days later, you found yourself in your own house, looking down at the red heels that sure as hell weren’t yours and you heard the moans from his room. You heard everything, and even if it made you want to throw up, you couldn’t turn around and run away from the scene. Instead, you found yourself walking towards the noises. Your heart was beating too fast, your brain was telling you to stop before you could hurt yourself more than how much you were hurting.

But you didn’t listen to it, you were stupid for not listening to it and when you were standing just inches from the tiny gap between the door and thre door frame, you could hear his voice. 

The voice you came to love. The voice that made your legs go weak. But also the voice that broke you apart.

“I love you”

Funny how three words could break you apart so fast. Funny how love was supposed to be beautiful and not painful. Because those three simple words made your heart ache. It made you want to curl into a ball in a corner and never come out again. It made you want to shut your eyes and ignore everything around yourself. Every noise, every word, every movement, everything.

You didn’t even realise when you had let go of everything you were holding, making everything fall down on the floor with a thud.

“Y/N”, you starred at him blankly. How could he manage to say your name like it was a bit of glass when he just broke you into pieces a few minutes ago? You could see in the corner of your eye that the girl he just slept with was leaving quietly, leaving the two of you, face to face. Him half naked and you broken.

“Why…? Why did you do that?” you asked, your voice barely making it through those words. Saying that you were close to let the tears fall would be a lie because they were already falling. You thought you saw guilt in his eyes, but it was soon swiped with his cocky smirk and cold eyes.

“Why? You’re asking me why? Well, I love her. I want to marry her. I see a future with her. I see myself actually wanting to have kids, a house and a happy future together with her. Things that I can’t and don’t want to with you. I didn’t want to marry a spoiled girl like you. I didn’t want to live in the same house as you and I have never wanted to come to this place, it’s not home for me,” he started.

“Home for me is where I can smile when I get home after a tiring day at the practice. Home is where the person I truely love is. No matter where she is, that’s my home. And you’re not, you’re not my home. I can’t smile when I’m around you” he was holding a divorce paper in his right hand, ready to let you sign it.

His words were harsh. It was hard to accept the hurtful words he just said and honestly, you found yourself repeating the same words in your head, over and over again. It hurt, it hurt a lot. Because you wanted to be his home. You wanted to be the one he could come home to and be able to smile. You wanted to be more than that. You wanted to share bad and good moments with him. You wanted to be beside him through it all. You wanted him to love you. You wanted to be the person he wants to marry. You wanted to be in his future, having his kids and live a happy ever after life together.

You wanted all of that to be you.

But life just has to make it hard, doesn’t it?

“I love you”


“You’re my home. I love you. I am married to you. I see a future with you. I want my kids to call you their dad. Home for me is wherever you are. Home for me is when I can come home and fall into your arms and not worry about the next day. Home for me is when you love me back. Home for me is where we can live through our years, until we die. Home is where I can hold your hand even when I take my last breath,” the tears were making it harder for you to see him.

“But home is when two people love each other and even if it hurts to admit it, we’re not each other’s home. Am I selfish for wanting you for myself?” you let out a humourless chuckle and shook your head.


“Because right now, I want to be selfish. But I can’t, knowing that you’re not happy with your life with me. I can’t stop you from finding your own love,” you gave him a small smile before taking the divorce paper with shaky hands and then you were signing it.

“You have no idea how happy I am to at least make you happy” you lied, clenching your fist and hiding the hurt in your eyes.
“Let’s not see each other after this, yeah?”

Hoseok didn’t say anything. He just starred at you before looking at the paper you just signed.

And you were happy, happy that he didn’t stop you from walking out of his life.

I’m so tired. This is probably the first time I’ve been struggling to write an one shot. I’ve been writing and deleting for 8 hours. You have no idea how happy I am that it’s over. I really was ready to give up and apologize for not updating like I said. But then I thought about Hoseok. It’s his bday and I wanted to write this for all the ARMYs out there.

And of course for our lovely Hoseok. 

I wish I could wish him a happy birthday in person. Being an international ARMY sucks sometimes, but I’m happy I’m not alone. And I’m happy to be able to celebrate Hoseok’s birthday with all of you.

Happy birthday Hoseok! 

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“I Would Sacrifice the World for You” (2/2) - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1440 

Warnings: VISION, light swearing(?), angst, death

Request: Hi! Love your writing and just wanted to know if I could request a little somethin’. Could you do a Pietro x reader where the reader dies saving the little Russian sass-master in Sokovia and he gets all sad? (You don’t have to if you don’t wanna btw)
Hi! Can I have a request with Pietro where the reader has force field powers and they try to reenact that scene from the incredibles with Violet and Dash? 

Author’s Note: This might be sad. But I’m also really tired so it might not be that great. So, yeah. Enjoy! :)))

(I was gonna post this last night but I was in a good mood cause Spider-Man Homecoming trailer and didn’t feel like posting something sad)

 part one


“(Y/n)? What are you-”

“I could ask the same thing,” you smirked while crossing your arms. Clint watched as the two of you made googly eyes at each other, and decided to go back up to the main floor with the rest of the team; who seemed to be having some sort of an argument.

“Well, I’m glad you two know each other and all but it seems like there’s a fight going on up there so,” Clint said, quickly grabbing his bow and running up the stairs to the rest of the group. “Stay here!”

Pietro shrugged and went to speed upstairs to join in the fight but you stuck your foot in his path, making him trip and fall.

“What are you doing?” He growled as he hit the floor.

“Sorry, Pietro, but I’m not on your side this time-”

“Since when do you work with them?” Pietro asked, once again pushing himself off of the floor.

“Ever since I passed out in Sokovia and Tony and the rest of them kept me safe… and alive might I add. I kinda owe them for that,” you explained. Just as Pietro was about to make a comeback, the lights flickered before blowing out in one giant boom. The two of you looked at each other in confusion and in a split second, Thor brought all of the electricity in the tower onto the “package”, making it look like a thousand lightning bolts stormed inside the building.

It took a few hours to get used to having a floating robot in the vicinity, but it’s not like you could have a say in what happened. Vision was brought to life (thanks to Thor and his hammer) from all the electricity- or so you were told. It was all too confusing, considering you were given a basic education and didn’t really know or care that much about science.

You agreed to help the Avengers save your old home, and most of the team started to trust you. You offered to help in any way, the main goal was to save the city and everyone who lived there. Laying down your life was an option, one that you weren’t completely comfortable with. But, at the end of the day, it wouldn’t matter. Saving the world comes at a price, and it was one you were willing to pay.

Natasha let you borrow one of her old suits, and surprisingly, it fit. Tony and Bruce created a device that let you stabilize your energy after using your powers for too long. Basically, whenever you were drained, the device would use everything in its power to keep you awake and healthy. “If you were to use your powers without the device, you could die depending on the amount of energy you were using,” Bruce explained. Pietro and Wanda were off preparing for the fight, and you waited for the rest of the team in the helicarrier.

“How you doin’, kiddo?” Steve asked, sitting down next to you.

“Well, the world is sorta fallin’ apart, and we are the world’s last hope so… I’m doing grreeeaat!” You said in the tone of the Tiger from the Frosted Flakes commercial, bringing your thumb up and giving a cheesy smile. He laughed and you rested your head on the palm of your hands, rubbing the embarrassment off of your rosy cheeks. “I’m sorry that was really lame, but I’m fine.”

“It’s okay, sarcasm seems to lighten the mood.”

“I’m full of sarcasm so I think I’ll fit in here just nicely,” you smiled and got up from the chair, making your way to Pietro, who was at the front of the helicarrier. “Plus, I know how to watch my language.”

Steve sighed, his broad shoulders sinking to the ground, “Damn.”

“Steve,” you smirked, giving him finger guns before giggling and turning to where Pietro had sat.

Pietro was stretching and gearing  up for the fight, not grabbing any weapons because speed was his protection from this crazy world. You walked up to him and immediately wrapped your arms around him, hugging the man you cared for and taking in the fresh scent of  cologne.

“Hey, Draga,” Pietro hummed, softly caressing your back in a comforting manner.

“Pietro, I’m scared,” you confessed, pulling away and looking into his azure blue eyes that captured your soul. “What if we don’t make it out of this?”

His hand reached up to your worried face and wiped the tear that was crawling down your cheek. “Don’t think like that. We’ve made it through some horrible things. This is just a little bump, we can do it,” he encouraged, pressing a small kiss to your hand.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Printesa.”

You smiled, enjoying these last peaceful moments with Pietro, before Wanda ruined the moment and entered the area with a loud, “YUCK! Can’t you two get a room?”

You gave a confused look, “What’s a room?”

The three of you laughed, giving the atmosphere a more positive vibe… not knowing what lies on the road ahead.

After the fight started, Pietro carried you to the middle of the city, where Clint was protecting civilians and helping people get onto the “boats”. The three of you battled robots heroically, taking them out one by one and saving as many individuals as possible. One of the robots had sprained your wrists, which concerned Clint and Pietro. You assured them you were alright; after all, it seemed like no damage had affected the device that kept your powers stable. Mini Ultrons came flying left and right, but you bravely mustered up all your strength and defeated every single one that came your way. Just as you were helping a family get onto one of the boats, Clint had been running towards you with a small boy in his arms. He stopped in his path when the sound of a thousand gunshots fired from the sky, a robot controlling one of the air crafts and firing down below. The bullets came flying his way, and you and Pietro shared a look when the Ultron started firing in Clint’s direction. You knew Clint would sacrifice himself to save the boy, that was his job as an Avenger. Pietro mouthed “I love you” and looked back at Clint, speeding over and placing a car in front of the two of them. It was almost as if everything went in slow motion. In fear of losing the one you cared about most, you mustered up all your strength and created a huge force field, covering Pietro, Clint, and the little boy. The radiating purple shield had appeared almost spontaneously, and you didn’t think it would work… but it did. You saved them. Pietro looked towards you, bearing that beautiful smile. But that tremulous expression soon faded once your knees gave out, and you fell to the floor. Your vision started to blur, your body felt weak and tingly; everything was fading. Blood started to drip rapidly from your nose and you glanced towards the device on your arm, which had been severely damaged. It felt like your insides had collapsed and the energy from your body had just escaped into the world. Pietro sped over to you and placed your head in his lap, trying to give a soft smile again to cover up the tears that started to form in his eyes.

“Are they okay?” you asked, the words barely coming out of your mouth.


“Cli-Clint, and the little boy. Are they okay?” Your eyes were struggling to stay open, it was starting to get harder and harder to breathe.

“Yes, they are safe.” The tears dropped from his face and landed on your pale cheeks. Your lips curled, at least there was some good news. “Why couldn’t you have just let me save them? Always have to one-up me, don’t you?” He chuckled, and you forced out a giggle before coughing up blood.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” He smirked at your sarcastic reference, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You sighed, “I would sacrifice the world for you, Pietro.”

And then, your heart stopped. Your eyes stared blankly at the sky above, and Pietro rested his head into the nook between your shoulders. He silently sobbed into your lifeless body until he felt a hand gently rub his shoulder.

“Pietro… we have to go,” Clint spoke, his face filled with sorry for the man who had just lost the love of his life right before his eyes.

“I-I can’t leave her,” he lamented, shaking his head.

“I can’t.”


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Alicia Clark/Elyza Lex fanfics

Alicia Clark is just trying to get back to her parents, but her brothers never have very good plans.
She is saved by a mysterious blonde with black paint on her face, and she can’t help but trust the girl already, but is she more than she lets on?

“Because, dumbass, the apocalypse just started a few days ago,” Nick sneers. Clarke has half a mind to comment about how his hair looks like it hasn’t been washed since before the nuclear bombs fell, but then she catches sight of herself in a car window and realizes that her hair is just as dank, and needs as much of a wash as his does.

Note to self: please shower.

Alicia Clark spots new people and new threats. Walkers aren’t the only threats here. When she risks her life for a blonde (why? She doesn’t know) and the blonde oddly seems familiar, like, in another universe. Alicia learns how to kill walkers from her and also survive. Will they find out why they are so familiar to each other? Will they survive?

“Come on get up, the camp is being overrun and I will not hesitate to leave you as bait.”
“Let’s go, we don’t have time to play the ‘who am I’ game.” 
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere where there aren’t any AIs to snap our backs like twigs and eat us.”

Alicia goes out by herself and is attacked by a group of walkers. Things are looking grim until a certain blonde comes around.

Basically clexa but with more zombies

Alicia’s smile grew. She hold out her hand for the girl to take it.
“My name’s Alicia Clark, stranger. What’s yours?”
The girl smiled, secretly loving the way Alicia had pronounced the k in her last name.
She reached for Alicia’s arm, grabbing it to pull herself on her feet.
“Elyza. Elyza Lex.”

or the one where Lexa’s alive in another universe and Clarke’s soul followed her

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