he needed to hear from her that she loved him

You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him. gif source: @obriens

anonymous asked:

Heey I love your art! What are your top favorite 5 Nalu momentas?

thats really hard to choose oh my god! i love even when they are looking to each other but for you ill choose so

Originally posted by segimaru

Number 5: Unlike the other scenes when Natsu threatens his enemies who are trying to hurt Lucy with his already well known quote “ Ill burn you to ash” This one is different. Natsu has already experienced how it is to loose Lucy so this time, he is angrier than other times, He points there “ It is still Lucy” No matter what happens to her, Lucy will always be Lucy for him. Even so, look at her face. After staying near his bed, worried about him dying, look how happy she is.. her smile here is precious


Number 4: Lucy sleeping near Natsu, She has been worried about his life and she didn’t move away from him one single second, no matter that Freed told her he will be okay and anyone else. Natsu had a lot of friends, each one doing his fights but it was Lucy staying near him all this time, like in the earlier chapters when she got naked to save his life. 

Number 3: Lucy hugging Natsu from behind

She now does this quite often, but this one was a relief for her. She needed it, she wanted to thank him for everything he has done. I dont think i Can explain this that much, but i just love this moment

Number 2: Lucy jumping from the tower She chooses to jump, to have faith in Natsu. She knows that wherever she is, whatever she does, he will always be there protecting her, catching her from falling. I dont think she really heard his voice, but she says “ I am sure” she knows he will hear her, he will save her once more time. I loved how this scene was animated, because I love hearing Lucy screaming “ Natsuu” Aya really did put passion voicing that scene lol

And there he is, catching her right on time before she hits the  ground. 

Number 1: the last and my favorite: LUCY!

How I said before, he experienced already how it is to loose her, he doesn’t want to loose the most important person in his life, after loosing Igneel.He climbs onto her, protecting her with all of his body. He was faster than he was with Future Lucy, he was with all of his on her, taking the impact to protect her. You can see into his eyes all of his feelings: Agony, desperation. He would do everything for her, even sacrifice his own life

Mashima shows us how Nalu grew into a strong friendship-relationship. More than friends but less than lovers. Their time will come. Natsu cares the most about Lucy and Lucy cares the most about Natsu. Being put in face of one another`s death, it shows not once, but every time that each one of them would do absolutely everything for one another, giving their own lives for the other one.

Part 3 of Lachesism! Lance

that’s right guys, there’s a part 3. I can’t believe how much support this has been getting, thank you guys! You’re all so nice ❤❤

You can read Part One here and Part Two here

check out some of my other minifics here

Enjoy!


 “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”

Lance fled the room, angrily wiping his face as he ran, searching for the comfort of his lion. He ignored the calls of his teammates, ignored the feelings of fear, regret and pity that radiated off of them. 

He ignored everything but the purrs of his lion.

Lance understood why Blue had let them in, she hadn’t wanted him to keep his powers a secret in the first place. Blue was just worried (understandably, he was learning how to make emotions into solid objects) and he could never angry at her for long. Once he reached his hangar, he locked it for good measure and changed the password for good measure, before finally taking a deep breath of air and staring at his lion.  

“Well that was certainly a shit show, right Blue?” Lance laughed breathlessly, a slight tremor in his voice. He began walking over to her, placing a hand on her paw once he reached her. “It didn’t exactly go how I thought it would.” Blue hummed her agreement in his mind, comforting his anxious thoughts. A slight smile graced his face before changing into a grimace.

“But…to be honest Blue, I never thought they’d be angry at me. I knew they’d be upset but that pissed,” Lance let out a sigh,”It was a little much.” Sensing her paladins discomfort, Blue opened her mouth and let Lance inside. He made his way through his lion slowly, gliding a hand across the wall as he walked. “It hurt, Blue. It hurt a lot. They looked so, so afraid of me.” He paused for a moment, his fingers slowly curling into a fist. He could still feel the emotions rolling off his teammates like waves, each beckoning him to take a dive into the abyss that was feelings.  “A-Am I scary Blue? …Am I monster?”

No, my paladin, you are no monster.

“Then what am I Blue? I’m not a hero, I’m not a Paladin of Voltron, and I’m not even sure I’m completely human at this point!” Lance cried out, sliding down against the wall. “T-These powers Blue, what do they mean?” He began to curl into himself, tears on the brink of falling out. He shoved the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to stop the tears from overflowing. The negative emotions he usually kept on lockdown were drowning him, they were clawing up his throat and bubbling out as harsh sobs. “What am I?”

You are my paladin, the Blue lion spoke, her words wrapping around Lance’s mind like a blanket, protecting him from the negative emotions in him. You are precious, you are unique and you are wonderful. Blue tried to focus all the love she had for her paladin into her words, sending him as much warmth as she could.

Lance refused to believe her and Blue fought to keep that blanket around him, tightening its bounds around his mind. You are my paladin. 

“You deserve better than me Blue.” The coils grew tighter, dark matter beginning to form around Lance. You are my paladin. 

“Blue…” 

She could hear the shouts of her paladin’s teammates from within her hangar, each shouting for Lance. But her paladin needed rest, he needed these negative emotions gone from his mind so he could be happy. She would heal him. She would protect him. She would be there for her paladin like he was there for her. Sending a quick sorry to Black, Blue protected her paladin the best way she could. You are my cub. 

All Lance could see was black.


“Are you an idiot?! Who says that to the obviously emotionally unstable guy?” Pidge shouted, “Who gave you the right to speak to him that way? Tell me Keith, who?”

“That’s enough Pidge,” Shiro chided.

“Um excuse me? Keith just made a magical Lance who could do some crazy things have a mental breakdown and run off!” She yelled. 

“And I’m sorry about that! But what Lance did was wrong and he needed to know that!” Keith argued through clenched teeth. 

“And what you did was wrong as well! We could have that discussion when he wasn’t a fidgety, anxious mess! But nooo, Keith has to open his big fat mouth and ruin-”

“I said that’s enough Pidge,” Shiro interrupted, “Pidge is correct Keith, you shouldn’t have said that. But Lance also shouldn’t have done what he did, however that did not need to be discussed yet.” Keith looked away angrily, a frown set on his face.  

Shiro sighed, deciding to let him be for now,”Hunk, do you and Pidge want to go check on Lance? I need to talk to Allura about what just happened.” All he got was a nod in response before the two walked out of the room in silence, Pidge sending a glare on their way out. 

Once the room was empty Shiro sent one last glance at Keith,”You’re going to have to apologize for what happened.”

“I know.”

“Because it wasn’t right.”

“I know.”

“And you need to learn-”

“I know Shiro, god,” Keith growled.

“Fine, be that way, but I expect an apology for Lance when I return. You disappointed me today Keith, you’re better than this.” He left it at that before exiting the room, hearing Keith sigh on his way out. 

His entire head was going to be white by the end of today.


ahh sorry it’s a bit short guys! if i wrote anymore it would end up being 3k words :) , hope you liked it though!

What the hell is this

 I wrote something friends

I’m assuming most of you wont really care? But hey, I had fun. 

It’s some SidLInk drabble. Not even really drabble. I just kinda wrote a story with a very brief and glossed over plot that I explained in weird clumps of paragraphs at a time. 

For all of my SidLink friends, hell the fuck yes this game has only been out for about a week and we’re already in hell

The rest will be under the cut after this first paragraph snippet, have fun stay happy plant a tree

Sidon had noticed something as of late.

As a Zora, he had previously stated and would continue to state that water and air were as one to him. Both were calming, both were home.

What he was noticing, however, was something he found odd. Link found water very calming.

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Two things I’d like to put out there:
1. Thanks to this lovely close up cap from @mummiesandlightsabers, you can clearly see a streak of blue in Kylo’s eyes. That has to be Rey’s lightsaber.


2. I think it’s possible that Kylo has his lightsaber up in an “en garde” type of position towards Rey, ready to fight her but then she says something to startle him. She might say something like “I don’t want to kill you” or “I need your help” (to get into the jedi temple or something).
When he hears this, he starts to lower his lightsaber and that could be what we see here. While still unsure about her intentions, he starts to turn the lightsaber to lower it, since the cross-guards would burn his sides unless he rotated them before lowering. He could be hesitating and brings it down slowly.


Look at the bridge of his nose. You can clearly see his wrist is starting to descend before they cut the camera. I think he’s rotating the saber to bring it down to his side and negotiate with Rey.
Just my thoughts! Enjoy

Three Words, Eight Letters

Author’s Note: Reid x Reader. When the Reader says “I love you” Reid struggles to return the sentiment. But there’s more than one way to say it. You just have to listen.


He can translate five languages with ease and can read 20,000 words per minute. He can recite Shakespeare and poetry and memorize entire film scripts without batting an eye. And yet, there are three words he just can’t manage to string together.

She thinks it’s a mental block, that something in his mind just won’t let it happen. Or perhaps it’s something in his heart. Something scarred, and something scared. They’d been together for six months before she found the courage to say it to him. They’d been sitting together on a park bench, watching the world go by. He draped an arm over her shoulder, and she’d nestled close to his chest, sighing. It was the most natural thing in the world, to be by his side.

“Spencer?” she’d said, glancing up at him.

“Mm?”

“I, um… I love you.” She had pulled back a bit, gauging his reaction. His eyes widened and red crept into his cheeks as he sat there stammering, looking wholly shell-shocked. “It’s okay,” she added, “You don’t have to say it back! I just thought you should know.”

Spencer had looked down, pulling at his knuckles. “It-it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that… I can’t. I’ve tried to tell you so many times, but the words, they won’t come out.” He was quiet for a few moments, before saying, “I think it’s because of Maeve.” His late girlfriend. He had told her their story a few months into their relationship, the night they unearthed the demons of their past together. “She said it to me, but I never had the chance to tell her that, and ever since then I just… I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Because I do… I really do, I just…”

His voice jumped higher and his eyes began to water. Sensing his distress she’d leaned in and silenced him with a kiss. “Shh. I know. It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I just wanted you to know.” There’s no need to rush it. When he’s ready, he’ll say it.

Months pass, and he still cannot manage it. She’s gotten rather fond of telling him despite the sentiment not being returned. Those words seem to come so easily to her, as though trying to make up for his silence. She can’t stop telling him how much she loves him. When he shows up to her apartment with her favorite takeout food, when they’re the only two sitting in the library, between ragged breaths after he’s kissed her so deeply the world melts away.

He never says it back. And yet, he says it all the time. She just has to listen.

“I love you,” she laughs, as he finishes telling her a funny story on their walk back from dinner. He’s accompanying her back to her apartment, and the air is rapidly cooling off. She shivers, wearing only a dress and light jacket. When the sun went down, the mild fall temperatures went with it. Spencer stops and pulls off his coat, laying it across her shoulders.

“Darling, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry. I’m not really cold at all,” he assures her, removing his scarf as well. With care he wraps it in circles around her neck, smiling at her. Instantly the cold in her bones is replaced by warmth, and she buries her nose into the fabric of the scarf. It smells like ivory soap, coffee, and autumn. Just like him.

“Thanks.”

Spencer takes her hand once more, and they start off down the street. “Of course. I don’t want you to get sick. You need it more than I do.” He takes his coat back when they reach her building, but he conveniently forgets about the scarf, a fact which she’s all too happy about to believe it was an accident.

She hears it then.

She hearts it when he comes back after a long case, she throws her arms around him. “God I’ve missed you,” she says. “I love you so much.”

He kisses her forehead, and when he pulls away she notices the bag in his hand. “”I brought you something.”

“Why?” she asks. “It’s not my birthday or anything.”

“Open it,” is all he says. She peers inside, and withdraws a book. Staring at the cover, her mouth falls open.

Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse. An old, worn copy. She opens the front cover and stares at the first page. It can’t be. “But this is… this is a first edition! Spencer, it must’ve cost a fortune!”

He shakes his head. “You’ve always told me it’s your favorite book, and that you’d do anything to get a first edition copy. Well, on the case I helped save the life of a rare bookstore owner, who insisted on giving me a book as a gift. When I saw this one, I knew I had to get it.”

“Why?” she repeats. In her arms she clutches the book tight, not sure whether she wants to hug it or him more.

“Just because,” he says. “I wanted to see your smile when you opened it.” The book is temporarily forgotten on the armchair as she loses herself in kissing him.

She knows it the day he comes over to find her curled up on the couch, crying. It’s been a difficult week and her best friend, Isa, has been in a terrible accident. Things are up in the air. Isa is in the hospital. Spencer doesn’t ask any questions, he simply walks over and sits down beside her. She continues to sob as he pulls her onto his lap and wraps up her in an embrace. His heart beats through his shirt, and he runs his hands up and down her back in slow patterns, whispering gentle reassurances in that low voice he typically reserves for victims and grieving families. In his arms, she is safe. Warm and protected. No matter what the world throws at her, she knows he will be there to lift her up and keep her steady.

The very presence of him soothes her. He wipes her tears with the sleeves of his shirt and pushes her hair back from her face. They sit there in silence, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing circles on her skin until her breathing returns to normal. No words are needed at all. He knows her, knows what she needs. And she knows in her heart exactly how he feels.

She is certain of it when they’re at an event for her job, and one of her colleagues starts ranting about how medication is useless for mental illness. Robert goes on and on, saying that all people need to do is think positively and do things like yoga. Everyone is overdiagnosed, overmedicated, and overly sensitive.

Spencer feigns a sudden interest in the view from the window in the hallway as an excuse to escape the conversation. He glances down at her, quickly looking her over. “Are you okay?” he asks.

She bites her lip and inhales slowly. Anxiety has been a struggle for most of her life, and it was only with therapy and medication that she started to heal. Since college, things have been much better, but she still remembers the darker days, when she wasn’t sure how to keep going. To hear people say such ignorant things about mental health still stings.

“I’m alright,” she says. “I’ve heard worse things. But thank you for getting me out of there. I love you.”

Spencer interlaces his fingers with her own and they stare out at the city together. “I’d do anything for you. And I don’t want anyone to hurt you. What you feel is valid, and nobody should tell you otherwise.” He’s always doing that with her. Her protector, her knight in a vest and cardigan. There is no doubt in her mind that when he says anything he means anything.

They are sitting in his living room and they’ve both had a stressful day at work, and he’s making herbal tea in the kitchen. “I love you,” she says, grinning, when he sets the mug down before her. Spencer frowns and shifts uneasily in the armchair he’s in.

“Doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” he asks.

“Doesn’t what bother me?”

“The fact that I still haven’t said it.” Oh. That. “We’ve been dating for over a year, and I still can’t manage to do something so simple. I know it must be frustrating, and I don’t want you to think I’m not as committed to you or to our relationship. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to lose you. But I can’t say it yet.”

“Spencer,” she says softly, resting a hand on his forearm. The fabric of his sweater is soft between her fingers. “I know it. I know how you feel about me. You don’t have to say anything before you’re ready to. There’s more than one way to say I love you, you know. You tell me all the time. Not in those words, but I get the message.”

He seems unconvinced. “How?”

“You ask me to text you to make sure I get home safely. You call me almost every night when you’re away on a case just because you say you want to hear my voice. You hold me when I’m scared. You take me out to get Thai food even though you’d rather have Indian. You memorized every song in Les Mis because you knew it was my favorite musical. In all those gestures, I can hear it. And I can hear it when you make time for me no matter how busy you are. Sometimes you say it without saying anything at all.”

She leans closer to kiss him, softly at first, then deeper, deeper. In equal fervor he responds, and though the syllables do not fall from his tongue, his lips are perfectly capable of making the message clear. Every part of her tells her it’s true, that he loves her he loves her he loves her. No flower petal plucking needed to divine it.

One day, she’s walking across the sidewalk to hand him a cup of coffee. They’re going to walk to the Smithsonian, but it’s still early and they need caffeine before they’re ready to go anywhere. He holds the paper cup close to his face, breathes in the scent of a warm mocha.

“Ah. What would I do without you?” he says, flashing her a smile. She laughs, a grin that stretches across her whole face, and the morning sunlight hits her eyes just right at that very moment, and she just looks so adorable. Something in him lifts. “I love you.”

The smile falters, and the latte she’s holding tumbles from her hands, contents spilling on the sidewalk. She blinks. “What did you say?”

Bewildered, she stares up at him, and his heart swells. “I love you,” he repeats. He can’t explain why now or how, but the words have finally come and he can’t stop them. Months of sentiments fall from his mouth. “I love every part of you. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited and I love the way you laugh and I love how open your heart is. I love your patience and your hair and the way you kiss me when there’s no one else around. I love all of you. I love you. I am in love with you. I’ve never loved anyone this much. I love you, Y/N.”

It feels so good to say it.

It feels so good to hear it. Water springs to her eyes before she can stop the tears. Stepping over the puddle of coffee, she cups his face in her hands. “I know you do,” she murmurs. “You didn’t have to say it. But I’m glad you did. And I love you, too.”

In the middle of the sidewalk, he pulls her closer, pressing his lips to hers. They’re both laughing and crying and something in them has changed. She doesn’t care that people pass by, giving them odd looks as they stand there kissing. Whatever locked doors existed in his heart have finally been opened. He’s healing. He’s ready.

For him, she would wait a thousand years. No demands, no ultimatums. She has heard the sentiment before, listening carefully to his actions and reading between the lines.

But oh, how good it feels to finally hear those words out loud. And oh, how she loves him.

The Arrangement (Part 9)

Originally posted by grumpycatdixon

Summary: You and Dean have an interesting morning, but Sam interrupts. Later, you and Mary have a little heart to heart, and Dean says something surprising.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings (don’t read unless you want some spoilers): mild smutiness / smutty thoughts, language, sexual tension per usual

A/N: Because the response to this fic has been so amazing, and I love you guys, here’s part nine early!! (Also I feel bad because this is MORE buildup to the gala. But I think you’ll like it) Once more, feedback is always welcome!

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Headcanon that Adam likes to sneak up on Belle a lot

He couldn’t do it when he was a beast because she could hear him coming from a mile away but now that he’s a light-footed human again he does it constantly

Like she’s on the ladder in her library rearranging some books on the shelves and all of a sudden his arms are around her and he’s pulling her down for a kiss and she’s laughing and insisting that he needs to stop doing that (though in reality she loves it)

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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[21] Ready – The Distance, 5x11

If there is one visual parallel that defines the Richonne journey (pun intended), it’s Richonne In Cars – a spin-off I could definitely get behind. In part because it was so integral in Clear, an episode that set up both the entire Richonne relationship and their variable car seating plan, the many transmutations of this image have been a key indicator of where their story is at any given time. To pile on the puns, it’s something that drives the story forward; every time we see Rick and Michonne in the front seats of cars, vans, RVs, or really anything on wheels, it’s significant and special, especially when the kids are in the back like they’re all packed up for their annual summer staycation at a nearby low-budget resort. Sometimes Rick’s driving, sometimes it’s Michonne.

Here, the view of Rick and Michonne in the car is a visual cue to the nuclear family set-up they have established, even before we get to their Alexandria living arrangements. No big deal but literally everyone else is packed into the RV – 10 people! – with the new dudes, meanwhile Carl and Baby Judith have a whole backseat to themselves. Rick is clearly hellbent on keeping his highest priority peeps close at hand in case A-town’s a no-go and they need to make a hasty getaway. They are the ones he can’t live without.

After hearing the cheerful, normal sounds coming from behind the walls of Alexandria, he looks to Michonne. In that moment, Rick is wrong. Beautifully, mercifully wrong. Michonne touching his hand feels like an incredibly intimate gesture of support, as if to say, we couldn’t have got here without you. Her confidence is the seal of approval he needs; that’s what allows him to look back at the children and say yes. He’s ready.

  • Andy: It’s so eloquent that nothing needs to be said when you hear sound of children playing. That noise is something that none of them have heard for two years and a sound Rick never thought he’d hear again. Even when Rick is coming toward the gate, everybody is on tenterhooks because they think he’s going to back out. Then he gets a nudge from Michonne and it’s very simple and touching.
  • Danai: She gives him a lot of love and encouragement in that moment because she does see that shift in him. And it’s one of the most important moments that he has that shift. That moment for her is a wonderful thing, because it allows him to get to the point of taking the next step. The love she shows him in that moment is because she knows he’s scared. But it really is a moment of her letting him know, “I am right here… and the battle of the fear taking over and keeping us from taking the next step has been won.”
A Fine Line

@rhysand-darling based on her post requesting that someone, anyone write a post acowar fanfic where Feyre and Tamlin talk. He apologizes to her and all this stuff. I hope that it meets a few of your needs.

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He was ashamed to admit that it took him a better part of a decade to stop being angry with her. One night and many bottles of wine later, his ever loyal sentry Bron had shared with him what those few years were like. In the haze of his intoxication he remembered something his mother once told him. Hate and love were a fine line, you chose which side of the line your heart resides. The next morning he went to her old room, he expected the thorns, what he did not expect were the paintings.  

He knew deep down that she did not paint these before or during the war. Five paintings sat as roses amongst the thorns.

An enchanted willow tree. Lucien laughing while sitting on a blanket with a bottle of wine. A pool of stars. Two beings dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps. A beautiful male playing the fiddle.  No, not a nameless beautiful male, him. Not the monster he saw in the mirror, had seen for decades, centuries. The memories came cascading down upon his soul and that is when he cracked. He fell to his knees, he did this, he had chosen hate. Even before her, he let the monster within rule his life.

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Every solstice after he found those paintings, he told himself that he would talk with Feyre. Every year he said he would apologize. And every year he made up an excuse not to reach out to her. In the end he always told himself that he was the one that needed closure, not her. She was happy. 

She had no idea that he had moved the paintings to various places around the manor. They helped remind him that he was not his father, he was not the beast that prowled beneath his skin. The paintings reminded him that he had a musician’s soul.

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It had taken decades, but his court and his soul were healing from his father’s reign, a reign he had allowed to continue in the name of tradition.  Since the day he leashed the beast, each tradition was evaluated for what it brought to his people, to his court. He was about to cancel the upcoming centenary Jubilee, another pointless tradition of the Spring Court, when his advisers told him that the people needed a celebration. More importantly the Jubilee was a chance for other courts to visit.

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The night of the Jubilee ball came, as he descended the stairs his breath caught. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her gold brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She wore a fitting dress of midnight blue that complimented her skin tone and her tattoos. 

Her attention was on the painting he had hung in the foyer, her painting of two souls dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps.

“I was wondering if you ever found them.”

He swallowed the knot forming in his throat, “I found them a decade after the war. Thank you.”

It had been too long since her voice echoed off the walls of this manor, “I was so angry with you. I felt like I had given everything for our love and you never saw it. Never valued what I gave.”

He couldn’t look into the eyes of the girl he had abused, he instead looked at his toes, “you had every right to be angry with me. You gave your life for me, for this court, for Prythian. I repaid you by locking you within this manor, letting the grief and despair eat you alive. I did not see you and I will always regret that I didn’t find a way to help you. That is why I hung this painting here, as a reminder.”

He finally looked up and saw silver lining her blue-grey eyes. He only then realized that they had both needed this. They both needed closure. And for all the things he had never given her, the one thing he could give her was closure.

“When I came back I wanted to burn this place to the ground for what you had done to me, for taking me away from my mate and my family. I am sorry for the part I played, for the destruction I caused.”

He nodded, “I was angry at you for a long time for that, but you have nothing to apologize for.”

She looked at him, and for a briefest moment he saw the shock at his words.

“During that month, you gave me choices. If I would have chosen my sentries over a high priestess, my court would not have fallen as easily as it did. If I would have choose to listen to Lucien instead of Ianthe,” he spit out her name with a level of venom that had not passed his lips in decades, “my court would not have been starving.”

He took a deep breath, “I made many bad choices, the moment I made that deal with Hybern, I should have evacuated most of my court, instead of letting countless souls die at the hand of that monster. After I received your letter, instead of running to Hybern, I could have requested a meeting with you. After Lucien came back from the Illyrian steppes and said that you were healthy and you made the choice to stay, I could have listened to him.”

They looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Each of them trying to silently convey everything that they had ever felt for one another, happiness, love, regret, loss, anger, forgiveness.

“I’m sorry. I am sorry for every painful moment you felt because of me, either from my inaction or from my actions. No matter what I did, it always seemed to hurt you and that will always be one of my greatest regrets in this life.”

Her hand reached up to caress his cheek, “There will always be a part of me that loves you and I will always be grateful for what you have given me.”

“Thank you, Feyre,” he swallowed the sob that wanted to leave his throat, “thank you for seeing the male behind the beast and loving me.”

She didn’t need to hear that there would always be a part of him that loved her as well. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent goodbye to the girl he loved. With a smile, he left her in the foyer.  

Before he entered the ballroom he turned around for one last look at the girl who changed him. In that moment he knew the monster that had once ruled his heart was gone. Instead of feeling jealousy and anger, he felt awed by the sight before him of the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court.

He knew there would be another time for the apology that he owed to a male that had given him friendship when no one else had. He would need to tell him a story and beg his forgiveness for his inaction.

Sweetness

Sweetness, it was Harry called her, it was how he described her, it was her. He had never met anyone so humble, so caring, so sweet. Yes he knew kind people, he had met very nice people, but none of them where as kind as her. She was gentle and soft, she cared about everyone and sometimes it was a disadvantage, people took her kindness and used it, but it didn’t make her any less kind. 

Three years together and Harry couldn’t be happier. He loved her smile, she never seemed to not be smiling and he loved it. It was always big and it matched her eyes and it made him smile. Her laugh, oh did Harry love her laugh, it was loud and he could always hear it from a room away. 

She had always supported him, she stuck by him when rumors where spread, she stuck by him when he needed her the most. She didn’t complain about his life, how one second he could be there, but the next he’s on a plane to God only know’s where. But she loved him, and everyone could see it. Her smile would widen, her eyes would light up, a dimple would appear on her cheek, and she just seemed so happy when he walked in a room. 

“Y/N!” Anne smiled, standing in a secluded section with Gemma and her friends, as well as some of Harry’s family. 

Y/n looked away from the stage towards Anne, Anne was waving over the girl. Y/N smiled, holding up a finger, indicating she would walk over in a second. But her attention was caught by someone else, a fan. The girl was standing near the front, shaking, she gripped on to her phone but Y/N could tell she was overwhelmed. 

“Hi,” Y/N says softly, patting her back, the girl turns, “are you okay?”

The crowd of girls waiting for Harry seem to quiet down, watching Y/N with the fan, “I’m o-okay,” she stuttered. 

“Are you sure? You look like you could faint, do you need a drink? Some air? It’s a little stuffy here isn’t it?” Y/N smiled, rubbing her back, “what’s your name?”

“Lila,” the girl answered. 

“Are you sure you’re okay Lila?” Y/N asked, worry laced in her voice. 

Lila shakes her head, “I-I’m fine, i-it’s just,” she cries. 

“It’s just what?”

“I’m seeing him-he saved my life Y/N,” Lila cried, the scars visible on her arms, “he’s the reason I’ve held on a-and I-I’m h-here,” she says through hiccups. 

The fan takes in a deep breath, but it’s clear she’s not okay. Y/N wraps an arm around her, “hey, hey, it’s a bit overwhelming innit? Why don’t you come with me? It’s less crowded over in my area,” Y/N offers, “we can calm down, have a drink, watch him preform, yeah? And if you’re up for it maybe we can arrange for you to come back stage.”

Lila shakes her head, “he wouldn’t want to meet me.”

“Are you kidding me!” Y/N pulls away, gripping the girls shoulders, looking into her eyes, “Harry would probably be more excited to see you than he would to see me, he loves you Lila, he loves everyone in this room, your support means the world to him.”

Y/N smiled, hugging her once more, “now, would you like to come with me?” she asked, pulling away. 

Lila nods, and Y/N grabs her hand. Leading her towards Anne, the guard lets her in and she smiled, “hi Anne,” Y/N hugs her, “this is Lila, she’s a fan of Harry’s. She was a bit overwhelmed so she’ll be joining us.”

“Hi Lila,” Anne smiled, holding out her hand. 

Lila shakes it and keeps close to Y/N, “Harry just texted me and told me to tell you that you look very nice and he’s very upset you didn’t come backstage,” Gemma says, kissing y/n’s cheek. 

“I just got here!” Y/N laughs, “I literally stepped in and I saw that the show starts in five, I was going to say hi, but my new friend Lila needed more.”

“Eh, let him suffer,” Gemma shrugs, “he can’t get his way all the time.”

The lights dim and Y/N places her arm around Lila’s shoulder, hugging her, Harry walks out and people scream, “you’re doing great sweetie,” Y/N yelled loud enough for Harry to hear. 

Harry looks up, squinting, “I can’t see you, but I heard you,” Harry says into the microphone, “hi sweetness.”

Y/N laughs, “do you want something to drink?” she asked Lila, Lila shakes her head. 


“Are you coming?” Y/N smiled, as Lila freezes outside Harry’s dressing room door, from outside they can hear his laugh, “he won’t bit I promise.”

The door is pulled open and Harry steps out, beaming. He grabs Y/N, spinning her around, causing her to laugh, “did you see me? They loved me!” he says, setting her down, cupping her face, “are you okay? did you enjoy the show?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N giggled, “I did see you Harry, you were amazing, I swear you get better every time,” she grabs one of his hands, kissing it, “but I want you to meet my friend Lila.”

Lila stands behind y/n, cheeks pink, “h-hi.”

“Hi,” Harry grins, stepping aside, “is it alright if I hug you?” 

Lila nods and Harry wraps his arms around her. Y/N stands back, a smile on her face, “that was really nice of you,” Anne whispered, “you didn’t have to bring her backstage.”

“He means the world to her,” Y/N whispers, “you should’ve heard her story Anne. I mean yeah Harry is talented, a so talented, and he has this effect on people, but he’s helping them as well. He makes people so happy.”

“You make him happy,” Anne squeezes her arm, “without you he wouldn’t be this happy.”

Y/N smiled, “I love him. He deserve everything he has gotten, I can’t imagine how proud you must be.”

“Thank you so much Y/N!” Lila beams, wrapping her arms around the other girl. 

“Thank you, for making Harry’s dreams come true,” Y/N whispered, hugging the girl tighter, “promise me you won’t hurt yourself Lila.”

Lila steps back, nodding, “thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me,” Lila responds. 


Harry lays in bed, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling her close. She let’s out a small moan, shifting, “I’m asleep,” she mumbled, turning to place her head under his chin. 

“You’re so amazing, I know you always tell me I am-but y/n you’re beyond amazing,” Harry shakes his head, “your heart is just-it’s so big.”

“I wish I could break off a piece and give it to everyone,” she yawns. 

Harry chuckled, “I know you aren’t even kidding,” he says, “but seriously, what you did today, you made her day.”

“No you made her-”

“No,” Harry pulls her closer, wrapping his leg around her, “if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have met her, she wouldn’t have met me. You could’ve come backstage and ignored her, you could have left her there after the show, you didn’t have to do any of that, but you do. You always go out of your way for others and I love you so much for that.”

“I love you more,” Y/N mumbles, kissing his chest, “you’re my life.”

“You’re my life,” Harry repeats. 

She pulls the blanket up higher, tucking it under her chin, “I’m gonna marry you y/n,” he says. 

“I’m gonna marry you,” she repeats. 

“I really am, I can’t imagine my life with anyone else,” Harry says. 

“I love you,” she says. 

“I love you more sweetness,” he says, kissing her forehead.

Part Two

Centuries in the Making: Part 3

Prompt: Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.

Part 1, Part 2



“Human?”

   “Yes, human.”

   “And you’re quite sure she’s not a witch?”

   “Positive.”

   There’s a chuckle, “Well mother nature certainly can be a bitch, can’t she? How do you plan on protecting the poor thing? Are you going to change her?”

   “That is neither here nor there at the moment. All we need right now is a cloaking spell to hide the magic.”

   “There is no hiding the magic.”

   “Why not?” The question pops out of your mouth before you can stop it. Then again, maybe some part of you didn’t want to stop it. You’d been gone all of thirty minutes, only to shower and change, and had come back to another discussion about your life. You deserved to be a part of it.

   When you step from your hiding place, you’re greeted with a scowl from Klaus, “Could you please tell me where a grown woman got such a penchant for snooping?”

   You stare at him, “A desire to know what exactly will be happening to my life.”

   There’s a chuckle, “You got a sassy one, Elijah.”

   Your soulmate’s lips twitch, “Apparently. Y/N this is my younger brother, Kol. He’s a witch.”

   You give the new addition a small smile, and he grins at you, “What do you know about the soulmark’s origin?”

   You slide your hands into the pockets of your pants, “Not much. The general mythology.”

   He nods, “Forget it all. It’s crap. The marks were invented by witches. Witches older than even our mother.”

   You straighten a bit, “Older than the first witch?”

   He stares at you for a moment, “You know our story?”

   “Bits and pieces. I was Rebekah’s roommate for eight months. Apparently, she needed to vent.”

   Kol smirks, “After a thousand years with Nik, I can’t really blame her. What about you, love? What’s your story?”

   “A story for another time.”

   He grins at you, “All right, answer me this, where is sister dearest?”

   You slide your hands out of your pockets to cross them against your chest. You couldn’t tell him even if you wanted to. The compulsion was still in effect.

   “Alright, fine, don’t tell me. Not as though I’m surprised.” You can hear the anger and frustration in his voice.

   And from the looks of things Klaus didn’t care, “Yes, yes. The poor neglected brother. On with the story.”

   Kol’s scowl spoke legions, “And why should I? You don’t trust me with your secrets, why should you trust my information?”

   There was a moment of silence before Elijah spoke, his voice seemingly calm, “Because, little brother, information is power. Power that I can use to protect the other half of my soul, and if you deny me that power, I will snap your neck.”

   You find yourself walking towards him, as though something is pulling you forward. You take his hand in yours, and lean ever so slightly against him. For just a second, you see a hint of surprise, before he laces his fingers with yours, and leans ever so slightly into you. He positions himself so that he’s standing slightly in front of you.

   Your eyes flicker back to Kol, “Well, shit.” he runs a hand through his hair before taking a seat at the table. “The soulmark bond is old. Older than us, and nearly as old as time. It’s old magic, good magic, created from a willing sacrifice. Supposedly, every person is born with another half. This other half is supposed to your equal or your perfect match. It allows for a bond to be put in place. That bond, in the case of witches, amplified their power.

   They could then use that power to protect their covens and their families. The more pairs they had, the better off they would be. Of course, these pairs were limited. There was no true way to tell who your soulmate was until you were joined.

   So they had an idea. What if you could tell who your soulmate was with the first words you ever spoke to them? A pair of soulmates in a coven decided to create runes that showed compatibility, that would appear on a person’s sixteenth birthday. The first words their soulmate would ever say to them. The magic would surround them, alert them to the fact. Once the connection was made, there would be a pull, and after they joined, there would be a bond.

   So, a pair of soulmates, a pair who had completed the bond and strengthened it over years, decided to make a willing sacrifice. They performed a ritual, and surrendered their lives. And thus, the spell was born.

   At first, the marks were just runes, but as time evolved, and writing systems evolved as well, the magic evolved with it. Eventually, the runes began to become the first words that were spoken. And eventually, they began to be written in the soulmate’s hand. Originally, the spell was only meant for witches, but instead it was cast over all humanity. After all, not all of the matches were going to be two witches.

   That desire to be with each other, to be near each other, it’s all a part of the spell. You want to be close to each other, the magic is calling for you to complete the bond.”

   You’re surprised at how steady your voice is when you ask, “What does it mean to complete the bond?”

   Kol’s grin is devilish, “Sex, love. Joining of two bodies and souls and all that jazz. It forms the bond.”

   “And what is the bond itself?” Elijah’s voice is steady, as his thumb rubs back and forth against the top of your hand.

   Kol shrugs, “It’s different for each pair. It’s what the pair needs.”

   “And there’s no way to hide it? To protect her?”

   Kol shakes his head, “It’s powerful magic Elijah. Light magic. A part of nature. To lose one’s soulmate is to lose a part of themself. It’s something to be celebrated Elijah. It’s so strong that even vampires aren’t cut off from it. That being said, like everything else, I imagine it’s amplified for you. That would explain the intense protective streak.”

   “Well that’s just lovely,” Klaus’s voice is filled with sarcasm, “A great giant magic beacon, pointing straight at our home.”

   You’re surprised when Kol snaps back, “The bond is sacred, Nik. A part of nature itself. No self-respecting witch would mess with the bond.”

   Klaus’ smile is menacing, “Because we’re surrounded by self-respecting witches.”

   You watch as Kol slowly stands up, never breaking eye contact with Klaus. Elijah simply squeezes your hand once before saying, “That is enough, children.”

   Kol simply sighs, “Well, I’ve done all I can. I’ll just see myself out.” You watch him walk towards the door, and right before he’s about to leave, he pauses. He turns to you and Elijah and says, “The bond will need to be completed. The magic surrounding you two is too strong for either to walk away.” His attention turns to Elijah, “Looks like the thousand years were worth the wait.” And without another word, you watch him leave.

anonymous asked:

I need to hear Rick say I love you to Michonne then I will be fully on board with Richonne. I feel like all those years she stood with him before the couch scene.. She deserves that...Otherwise, she is just in house to him...I been hearing rumors of a marriage proposal hoping this is true...I do not feel we have scene enough intimacy between them. So, 7 x 12 better change my mind...

Hello! Sorry it took so long to get to this.

You waiting for 7x12 is cool for what it is, but I have to disagree about the intimacy part. I think they are already quite intimate, and while I would love to see more (we Richonners are a greedy lot), I think it’s clear that they care for one another and are in love.

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I mean, not to be funny or anything, but if you’re not fully ‘on board’ with them by now, you probably never will be. If you can’t fully get behind the healthiest relationship on TV right now as it stands, then I don’t know, maybe shipping them just isn’t for you, and that’s okay.

As for a marriage proposal, I’m not sure we’ll see anything like that in the back half of 7 (or at all). The thing with Rick and Michonne is that they don’t need to be married to ‘prove’ that they love one another (though I would die if there was a proposal); they don’t need to be shown to be all over each other constantly to remind people that they are together.

Michonne deserves to have her hand held; receive shoulder, tummy, and forehead kisses; receive gifts from her beau; to be hugged; to be doted on; to be loved and made love to. She deserves everything. She is happy with Rick. She is loved by Rick. Yes, she stood by him before they went canon, and that was her choice because of the person he is.

Rick is far from perfect, but his love for Michonne is.

I will agree with you on this: I need to hear the proclamations of love and Rick has to say it first. For too long people have tried to erase and deny his feelings for her. I need to hear the words come out of his mouth and then I will pass away not so quietly hehehe

Happy shipping.

Thanks!

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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Leave it Min Hyuk to turn the stereotypical (and sometimes downright offensive) drama/manga trope of kabedon into something tender and beautifully poignant as he physically illustrates to Bong Soon how he intends to protect her - WITH HIS OWN BODY. What makes it so special is that he has already done that when he took that knife for her even though he wasn’t bound by any obligation or promise to do that, nor did he know that she liked him. When he promises to protect her, it sounds like a solemn vow. It makes you wonder how far he would go to protect this woman.

When MH asks BS to give him her answer, he is so nervous, vulnerable and unsure in that moment to the point where even BS can notice from the way he is biting his lip, clicking his finger on the door and being afraid to look in her eyes for a moment. But then he does, and there he finds the answer he wanted to hear so much and suddenly no words are needed any more because HE REALIZES WHAT SHE FEELS FOR HIM EVEN WITHOUT HEARING IT. It’s so significant and apt that he does, because MH could recognize GD’s love for BS even before the man realized it himself, but what’s more, MH saw too many times the way BS looked at GD in that infatuated way. He must see the difference in the way she is looking at him now, how much more she feels for him.

There is another reason why MH doesn’t have to hear the actual words - how could he control himself if he can barely contain himself now. It looks like he will combust with happiness every moment or his heart will literally burst.

The way he can’t stop himself from constantly touching her and that gentle forehead kiss and the way he is tenderly holding her face! He treasures and cherishes her so much!

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(SingleParent!Inquisitor) The Inquisitor's kid going up to the Inquisitor's romance (before they're officially together) and the kid just blabbing to them about how their [momma/papa] likes them. "I think [Momma/Papa] likes you. [Ma/Pa]'s always worried 'bout you and they talk 'bout you alot and I know you make them happy. Do you two kiss? 'Cause kissing is gross." Etc.

Cassandra- She blushes. Hard. She hopes that no one is around to see and tells the babbling child that ‘No’ they do not kiss (yet) and that telling other people how someone felt for them is best left secret. The child (to her dismay) does not care and simply continues on. Still it does make her happy that the Inquisitor feels the same but she would need to talk to him about it. To make sure that it’s real.

Solas- He remains calm while on the inside you know he’s panicking. He tells the child that such things are better to be said by the person who feels that way and the child offers to fetch their mother. He quickly and rather loudly tells them no and says he will handle it.

Iron Bull- He finds it charming that the Herald tells their kid about these thing and really it’s all he need to hear. He thanks them and says that he and their parent don’t kiss but they will soon. That causes the child to make a face an leave. He can’t help but smile and makes a mental note to visit the Inquisitor later.

Blackwall- He sputters and looks a the child with wide eyes. The child has no shame as they continue on about how much their mother loves him. He flattered really but he shoos the child away and they simply shrug and say that it’s true. It leaves him a lot to think about and wonders if he’ll ever be the man they think he is.

Sera- She laughs. Thinking it’s a joke only to realize the kid means what they say after they ask why is she laughing. She doesn’t need a child to play matchmaker for her as she had a hunch that the Inquisitor liked her. “Listen, tell your mom to meet me here in ten minutes. I have to talk to her.”

Dorian- He’s surprised that the Inquisitor of all people truly did mean what he said. Hearing it from the child made it feel real to him but he doesn’t let it show. “Why of course your father loves me! Who wouldn’t?” His proclamation makes the child smile and laugh with glee.

Cullen- Y'all know the awkward rubbing he does to his head? Yeah that basically his reaction but with a massive blush. The child does not sense his embarrassment or simply does not care as they continue about how much their mother loves, cares, and worries for him. He eventually manages to get the child to leave and he’s left wondering if what the child said is true.

Josephine- She handles it a gracefully as she can with only mild embarrassment. She tires to get the child to stop but they do not and she wonders how the Herald deals with such a talkative child? Once the child does leave she thinks back to what the Herald has said to her and wonders if it really is true.

Prompt #55 : Things you said under your breath

For: @straight-to-county

Rick rocks into Michonne with a great need; pushing himself deeper and deeper into her abyss just because he needs to. Sweat springs up on their skin as he thrusts into her in the back of the old van. They should be looking for supplies, but she looked so damn good today. He kisses her feverishly as she wraps her legs around his waist, linking her ankles together as her heels dig into his lower back. She gasps suddenly, grasping at his hair and pulling harshly as he strokes that deep spot. He leans back, just to watch her. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open as she pants, her beautiful breasts bouncing with his movements. Sweat beads in the valley between her breasts and he licks her clean, grunting as the sweet saltiness of her invades his mouth.

Her feminine moans and gasps and grunts drive him wild as he pounds into her. His need for her is animalistic. He reverts to the most primitive part of himself when he fucks her. He has no other priority, no other responsibility. He is single minded. His mind on one track when it comes to her. To make her quiver and squirm underneath him. To make her want to crawl out of her skin as she calls his name into the universe. To bring her pure, unadulterated, sweet, pleasure. His only duty is to make her banks flood with desire and quake with sweet eruptions. She deserves it. All of it. Every ounce of it. And he’s going to give it to her. Whenever he can; whenever she wants it.

Rick lifts her some from the floor of the van and throws her arms over his shoulders, encouraging her to wrap her fingers around his neck. He pushes his knees into the backs of her thighs and she starts to move with him, crashing down on him as his hips push to meet hers. She crushes her breasts and nipples into his slick chest as he leans them into a proper sitting position. She rests her elbows on his shoulders as she cocoons his head with her forearms and hands, her hair falling around them. Rick nuzzles his face into her neck as he squeezes her to him, reveling in the feeling of her hard, thick nipples sliding against his sticky chest.

Michonne throws her head back as she tightens her vaginal muscles around him, smirking devilishly as she feels him shudder from the pressure, “Fuckin’ shit baby,” He mumbles in a slur, his hot breath sticking to her sweaty skin.

She knows he loves fucking her but it’s her pleasure to fuck him all the same. His body is beautiful. Riddled with scars, old and new, telling stories of his heroics over the past two years. One old bullet wound, just under his shoulder, reminding him always of his time as a sheriff, as Lori’s husband, as Shane’s best friend. His scars are a map of a tough, gritty, emotional, loving, strong man; and her need for it, for his body, for his love, his attention, consumes every fiber of her. She loves it; the need. Never, has she ever had this feeling before. Not after the end of the world, and certainly not before it. He is the love of her life.

He drills into her relentlessly now, strong, hard, fast, and all she can do is hold on for dear life, “Ugh, God I love you.” She mutters under her breath, not entirely realizing what she’s said.

Her words are jumbled together, almost as if she has a mouth full of peanut butter but his ears pick her words apart with a great ease. He’s wanted to hear them for so long, but the devil deep inside of him tells him he doesn’t deserve them. But his body defies his devil as another tense shudder racks through him as the words stick to his skin. A grunt scratches at the back of his throat, sounding like a deep growl from a territorial, threatened lion defending what’s his. He bites down on her shoulder roughly and she squeals from the pleasurable pain that rips through her incredibly sensitive body. He dips his hand down to her thighs and pushes his fingers between her wet lips, finding her clit instantly. He rubs quick circles against her, adding to her lust, as he continues to thrust deep into her.

“Say it again.” He commands gruffly, his voice low and gritty, “Tell me you love me baby.”

She can’t even think, let alone form a sentence. She’s so close that he can taste it. She plasters her forehead to his as she bounces on top of him, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge of her impending orgasm, “Tell me baby,” He whispers in her ear, his words washing over her like a waterfall, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” The words are harsh and rushed as her hips begin to falter against his. She can’t take it anymore. But he still doesn’t hear her, not like the angel on his shoulder needs to. They were muttered and jumbled and slurred from ecstasy. He wants them loud and proud, heavy and full. Even though you don’t deserve them, his devil growls.

“Again.”

“I love you. God Rick! I love you, I love you.” She screams as his last thrust proves to be her undoing. She comes all around him, tightening her walls on him, coaxing him into his own release. His seed is hot, mixing with her own internal heat and the external rays from the sun, thrusting their temperatures to a stifling degree. Their breath is ragged as they release and then relax against one another. Her dark skin sticks to his, their sweat glinting in the sun as their hips involuntarily move slowly against one another. Rick lets his head rest against her breasts, pecking at her skin with sloppy, wet kisses as her chest rises and falls.

He raises his head, those bright blue eyes scanning her dark ones. He looks so beautiful in this natural light. His pink lips thick and swollen with passion, his dark, curly hair in his face as sweat drips from the ends, “I love you girl.” He mumbles under his breath, suddenly shy to say it out loud as the animal inside of him recedes back into the depths. His devil will not win today.

She smiles and lowers her lips to his, savoring the sweet kiss. She soon giggles against his mouth, letting him eat up the heavenly sound. She hums sweetly, swaying them back and forth slowly as the sunlight beats down on them in the back of that old rickety van. She knows it was hard for him to say it and that it might be hard for him to hear it after all of this. After the passion and lust is gone, after his animal is caged once again, and his devil is set free. When it’s just him and her, Rick and Michonne, it’ll be hard for him to hear it. When Negan looms over them, now that their hunger has been satisfied. It’ll be hard for him to hear it. He’s damaged. But that’s okay. She’ll love him anyway.

Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life. You are the love of my life.

 

You are the love of my life.

Montgomery De La Cruz Imagine #1 (AKA FIRST ONE EVER)

It was 11:45 AM, only fifteen more minutes for lunch time. Y/N’s favorite time because she was always reading a new book every week and that’s basically all she did in her free time; reading calmed her and it became her very own stress reliever ever since her parents announced their divorce.  this week it was “Everything Everything” seeing as the movie was coming out this week, on Friday to be exact and she was a sucker for love stories.  Most times she would ditch her friends and eat in the library to read in a peaceful place without the ruckus of annoying students in the cafeteria.  After, impatiently waiting for lunch, the bell rang and she basically ran to the library with her paper bag lunch clutched in her hand.  Ever since she started reading at lunch in the library, she had found a secluded table towards the back of the library.  She speedily made her way over and stopped as she noticed it was already occupied.  She bit her lip and decided to walk closer trying to figure out who the person was and if she knew them.  As she got closer, she saw a brown haired boy and noticed he had slammed his fist on the table, it was loud to her since she was right by him.  She knew Montgomery since she had tutored him last year in History and he was in some of her class this year; she wouldn’t say they were friends though. Maybe a small “hi” or “how are you” was exchanged between the halls or out in the field but she couldn’t deny she wished she was close friends or just have him notice her.  She wanted to know the real him and not the Montgomery who pushed students into lockers or acted like an ass to look cool.  She licked her lips and approached him “Hey Monty, you’re sitting at my table” she whispered to him in a teasing tone as she approached his table.  He quickly looked up s he heard her voice and locked eyes with her.  “Oh hey Y/N, i’m sorry. I can leave if you want.  I was just studying and yeah but i can leave since you probably want to be alone at your table…” he wandered off, sheepishly since he couldn’t even complete a sentence in front of her, because in all honesty, Montgomery admired Y/N and wished he would gain the guts to keep some kind of friendship with her.  He assumed that since everyone knew about his reputation, she wouldn’t want to associate with him.  Meanwhile, Y/N wished to befriend him and possibly even more.  She softly giggled and shook her head as he rambled, “it’s okay, I don’t mind sharing as long as you share your Cheez-its with me” she nodded off to the opened bag of her favorite snacks that were by his books.  He shot her a grin and nodded “deal” he said moving is backpack to an empty chair beside him. Y/N sat down on the chair to his left side and reached for her book in her backpack and opened up the part where she left off reading last night.  She was halfway in chapter 11, when she noticed Monty was making the table shake causing her to softly giggle. She looked over at him, “are you okay? Do you need some help?” she softly asked him.  Monty bit his lip and shook his head “I feel so stupid, I never understand what goes on in class and I just feel like a failure” he said as he frowned and dropped his head down.  Y/N’s heart swelled at him and and his answer, she placed one hand on his back, soothingly rubbing her hand up and down, “you’re not stupid, Mont and you’re definitely not a failure, either.  Don’t put yourself down, okay?” She assured him.  He instantly got a smile on his face to her little pep talk and nodded, looking over at her “thank you” he said softly.  “So what are you having trouble with here?” she asked pushing her book to the side and leaning over to see Mont’s work.  “Chemistry” he mumbled in an irritated voice. She chuckled, “yeah, Chemistry is a pain in the ass although if you do less talking you can learn more” she teased him as she would constantly hear him chatting away in there Chem class every day.  He shook his head and laughed, “Mr. Cooper has a voice that bores me to death,” he said jokingly.  Y/N laughed “I don’t know. I think he has a lovely voice” she says disagreeing with him.  After her comment, they both look at each other and laugh.  She looked at Monty’s paper and shook her head, “you just need the date from last week’s lab and that will help you find the answers to this sheet” she pointed to the one in front of him.  Montgomery’s cheeks felt heated and he instantly felt stupid again since 1.) he didn’t have those lab notes and 2.) he needed her help to figure out that the lab notes were needed.  She chuckled and turned back to reading, allowing Montgomery to work.  After ten minutes, he turned to her, “so do you have the lab notes? I had a baseball game and left class early” he mentioned to her.  This caused her to gasp and laugh pretty loud, “and what have you been doing for the past ten minutes Monty?” she asked him.  He cheekily smiled at her, “I’ve been watching you read that book, not in a creepy way but you looked cute” he shyly said.  She shook her head at his response and pulled her notes handing them to him.  Another 10 minutes passed,Montgomery fully turned to her, leaning his head onto his arm, she looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a questioning look.  “Isn’t the movie coming out on Friday?” he asked her curiously, she instantly grinned and nodded “yes! How did you know?” she asked him. He laughed “my sister keeps mentioning she wants to see it to her boyfriend” he said rolling his eyes and shrugging. Y/N nodded, “I hope he takes her, she might need a shoulder to cry on” she mentioned, biting her lip.  “Do you?” He asked her, “Do I what?” she answered his question with a question. “Do you need a shoulder to cry on when you go see it on Friday?” he asked her once again.  This caused her to blush and bite her lip with a soft chuckled.  “Are you asking to be my shoulder to cry on?” she continued to tease him, wanting to hear him fully ask her.  Montgomery playfully rolled his eyes, “you’re going to make me fully say it?” he asked her, looking at her and receive a node from her.  He jokingly sighed, “will you accompany me as my date to see Everything Everything with me Friday night and allow me to be the shoulder you cry on Y/N?”  She grinned and nodded at his response, “yes, Monty. I would love to be your date and cry on your shoulder.”

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this is my first imagine everrrrrr. so feedback is greatly appreciated and idk if I will write more but I was in my Monty feels and I’m pretty sure I’ve read all the Montgomery imagines on here already! and i’m super sorry if u dont like it. I also didn’t know how to end it so sorry for a shitty ending. ILY.

anonymous asked:

Love all of your stories! Could you do one where Archie and Betty are dating but Archie isn't treating her very well so Jughead gets all involved or something

I don’t want the Archie fans to get mad at me so this is totally AU!
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“I’m fine Kevin, just..leave it.” Betty whispered, her eyes downcast as she tugged her light blue cardigan tighter around her shoulders.

“No Betty. You’re not, I see the way he talks to you, the way he makes you feel. And what about Jughead..”

“Enough.” Betty hissed out, cutting Kevin off as she winced visibly at the name.

“I’m just saying Betty, you’re in love with him.. I don’t understand why you’re still with Archie if..”
Kevin rambled, trailing off when he saw the look in Betty’s haunted green eyes.

“Just… please Kevin… leave it alone.” She wiped her sleeve under her eyes, catching her remaining tears as her best friend wrapped his arms around her shoulders, sighing heavily and pulling her into his side

“Okay. Okay I’ll leave it alone. But Betty, I’m not just gonna sit by quietly next time he yells at you like that.”

Kevin was referring to the way Archie had screamed at Betty in the hallway this morning , apparently she hadn’t got the memo that all the cheerleaders were supposed to wear their boyfriends away jersey and he had lost his mind.

“I know kev.” She whispered, her eyes fluttering.

“What’s going on?”

Betty’s eyes snapped open to see her absolute favorite boy standing before the lunch table, his fingers clenched around a brown paper bag as he stared , concerned at Betty.

“Hey juggie.” She whispered, a weak smile on her face.

“What’s going on?” He repeated, dipping his head and catching her eyes.

“It’s nothing..”

Kevin scoffed
“It’s most definitely not nothing, your best friend is an asshole.”

Betty pulled away
“Kev..” she warned.

“Archie, what did Archie do this time?” He was coming awfully close to growling as Betty shook her head

“You know how he is. I just.. It’s not a big deal, he just yelled at me in the halls this morning.” She whispered, embarrassed as he threw his bag onto the table.

Speak of the devil, the red headed boy was currently on his way over to the lunch table, Betty’s eyes flicked up to Jughead

“Juggie, don’t..”

“Hey guys.” Archie smiled, his American boy charm had worn off a long time ago and now the sight of his smug face made Betty sick.

Jughead stood in front of Betty, his shoulders straight as he came face to face with Archie.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, crossing his arms as Archie stared confused

“What’s the matter with me? What are you talking about?”

“You’re ridiculous, and pathetic. Does yelling at Betty make you feel better. Making her feel like shit? That’s fun for you? I’m so sick of the way you’ve been treating her. Get over yourself Archie and look in the mirror. She’s the best of all of us and I’m tired of you making her feel like she’s not.” He glared dangerously as Archie puffed his chest.

“What you’ve got a thing for my girlfriend.. pal? She’s mine. Mind your own business and stay out of it.” He tried to push past Jughead but he shoved back with equal force, an all out fight was bubbling on the surface and the tension was so thick Betty felt light headed as she watched the two boys become more and more physical.

“Enough! Please, just stop!” She called out but it wasn’t soon enough, Archie had swung his fist directly into Jugheads face as the cafeteria went dead silent.

“Jughead!” She went to him as he leaned against the table.

At first Archie had been shocked, he had just punched his best friend, but seeing the way Betty cradled the dark haired boys face, his anger came back full force.

“What are you doing?” He yelled “I’m your boyfriend not him! Why are you on his side?”

“Because I love him!” The blonde haired teen yelled desperately, her eyes boring into Archie’s, it was too late to go back now. She walked towards Archie

“I love Jughead. He treats me right and he doesn’t need me to change, and even if he doesn’t want me like that, even if I just ruined our friendship I don’t care because it’s true.. I love him.” She whispered the last part to herself, vaguely hearing the quiet gasp from behind her, straightening her shoulders, she turned from Archie and began walking out of the cafeteria

“We’re done Archie, find someone else to push around.”

Jughead was frozen to his spot for a moment, only coming out of it when Kevin tapped him softly on the shoulder

“What are you waiting for Romeo, go get your girl.” The excited teen grinned

Jughead pushed past his classmates and finally caught up to Betty as she was slowly heading down the hall, her shoulders slumped.

“Bets!” He called, watching as she stiffened and didn’t turn around

“It’s okay Jughead, I get it. You don’t have to feel sorry for me, let’s just forget that ever happened.”

He smiled, and stood directly behind her.

“I love you Betty Cooper.”

She whipped around
“What..”

He cut her off by pulling her into his body and capturing her lips with his. Home.

When they finally came up for air, He was grinning and rubbing his nose against hers.

“You love me?” He asked, a permanent smirk on his face.

Betty laughed, loud in the empty hallway

“Took you long enough to realize.”

She pulled his lips back to hers, smiling into the kiss.

Exercise Is Fun

I aim to please. @swanemma this one’s for you, doll. Although, tbh it’s just as much for me. Emma doing pull ups, in an entirely different setting than the hospital.

Rated E. 2.2k words

Killian was confused upon entering his bedroom one day to find an odd metal contraption nailed above the door. It was black and red, consisting of two long rods sticking out of the wall with some sort of foam padding at the ends and a long bar secured across the top.

He meant to ask Emma about it when she finally returned home that evening, but when she walked through the front door, hair tousled from the wind, there was only one thing on his mind. It involved the bedroom, yes but not that particular piece of equipment.

The next day, he arrives home to a seemingly empty house. Since he’s moved in, if she’s there, he has always been greeted by Emma, either from the living room or kitchen or by her running down the stairs, a hug and a kiss and a blinding grin on her face. It warms his heart down to his toes each and every time, to know she’s there, waiting for him to return to their home. So, considering that it’s the afternoon and she’s unlikely to be asleep, he assumes she’s out when he doesn’t hear so much as a peep from her.

Emma taught him a phrase once, not long ago, about how when one assumes they “make an ass out of you and me.” He’d thought it was funny at the time, his humorous little Swan. When he treads up the stairs to their room and hears a grunt, he recalls the conversation for a flicker of a moment.

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