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From Butterflies to Bunnies & Everything Between

“I don’t… understand.”

They were seated at the kitchen table — Hopper reading the paper, with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him, and El was perched in the next chair, accompanied by an abandoned book.

Hopper turned. “Understand what, kid?”

She didn’t know how to express it. And for some reason her cheeks were burning. How could she…?

El pointed to her abdomen.

Hopper’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Your stomach? What about it?”

“It…” words failed to come to her, and so she gestured vaguely with her fingers.

Hopper stared blankly, until it seemed to occur to him what she meant. “Butterflies?”

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Warm Me Up ch. 25

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That weekend, Will received a message that caught him off guard. He had been so focused on his conversation with Nico throughout the week that he’d forgotten about Joey. At least until his name lit up his phone screen.

Movie tonight? I can pick you up?

The message made Will feel guilty and uncertain. A week ago, the idea of going on a date was exciting and even a relief. At the time there was no possibility of one day getting back together with Nico. There was no urge to spend every waking moment texting him and smiling over stupid messages throughout the night until Cecil threw a pillow at him and told him to at least silence the phone.

A week ago, he’d wanted nothing more than to tear Nico out of his heart. He would’ve agreed to the date without mulling it over so much.

Now, though, he wasn’t so sure. Going on a date now would feel wrong. In the back of his mind, he would feel guilty because of Nico. Because Nico was trying so hard to be better. He was trying hard to be Will’s friend again. And Will didn’t want to repay it by going on a date behind his back.

Instead of answering, he called Joey and hoped to find a way out of the date without necessarily having to explain his entire situation.

“Hey there, doc,” Joey greeted.

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Happy Valentine’s Day! (part 2)

(A/N): IT’S FINALLY HERE. I’M SORRY. I didn’t want this to be in more than 2 parts so I just waited till it was all written, but here you go!

Part 1


Will Solace, Apollo cabin counselor and head healer in the infirmary, is used to being called and needed. He just wishes he could pause everything for a moment. He’s been in the infirmary most of the day today, and while, in the past, this would have been perfectly fine, now he has someone who he wants to give his full attention to and be with at all times.

It is a miracle that he’s dating Nico di Angelo. Well, actually, not really. It was pretty obvious they liked each other, but both boys were too nervous and self-conscious about everything until Will mustered up the courage to ask the son of Hades out (with some pushing from Jason, Percy, and his entire cabin).

With a sigh, Will turned from the stack of papers he was working through to see one of his younger siblings quickly walking up to him. “Yes?”

“Where do we keep the salves for lava burns?” She was relatively new to the infirmary.

“In the cabinet right over there, left side.” Will, on the other hand, knew this place inside and out.

“Okay thanks!” she waved as she walked away.

Will ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the clock on the wall. Dinner’s almost done, he thought, I wonder if Nico will visit. He smiled at the thought of seeing the beautiful, dark-haired boy. Nico was the one person he couldn’t think about without smiling, bringing with it excitement and renewed energy.

“Thinking of someone?” Kayla sidled up to him with a knowing smile.

Will simply rolled his eyes, unable to deny his sister. “What do you want?”

She smirked as she asked, “I just wanted to know what you and Nico are doing for Valentine’s Day tomorrow?”

Will tilted his head as thought this over again - he’d been thinking about it all day - and said, “Not that I don’t love the holiday and want to make my first one in a relationship special, but I’m thinking I just won’t bother with it. I mean, me and Nico, it’s just all so new, you know? And he’s not used to showing affection so I don’t want to push him into anything too fast. Besides, you should be loving to your significant other every day, not just Valentine’s Day. I dunno, it really doesn’t sound so bad, honestly. I just want to spend time with him.” It was true - Will really really liked Nico, but he felt like he should show that affection every day, show Nico that someone truly cared for him in every way. Maybe it’d be nice to do something romantic or fancy, but Will wouldn’t push.

“Hm, guess that makes sense. That’s really thoughtful, Will. I never looked at it that way.” She smiled at him and gave him a pat on the back as she stood to leave. “Nico’s pretty lucky to have you, bro.”

As she walked away, Will could only think that he was the lucky one. He gets to know Nico in a way no one ever has, and that’s really what he wants. Sure, Will is a hopeless sucker for romantic gestures, but he’d rather let Nico be comfortable and work on his timetable than accidentally scare him away.

Will was sure tomorrow would be fine, as long as he got to be with Nico.


Just like every other day, Will woke up with the sun. Luckily for him, he enjoyed being up early and seeing the camp quiet and calm, with just a few campers milling about so early. Will got ready and headed out the door to the infirmary, as he always does, to do inventory and make sure it was set up for the day. What he didn’t expect was a bouquet of roses sitting on his desk.

For a moment, Will just stood there in the doorway, staring at the roses uncomprehendingly. After a few blinks and a glance at his desk calendar, he remembered. It’s Valentine’s Day. But then, that would mean…

“Nico,” Will thinks aloud with a smile. Nico remembered that it was Valentine’s Day. And he did something sweet for him. Will walked over to his desk with a fond smile on his face and picked up the bouquet. He smelled them and was genuinely enraptured by them, even though he knew they didn’t really smell like much, because no one has ever done something like this for him before.

It was then that he noticed a note on his desk that must’ve been under the flowers. It was scribbled in what can only be Nico’s best attempt at cursive, which was messy, but Will was touched by how hard he tried for him.

Meet me at the edge of the woods. -N (A/N: I don’t remember the camp layout but Will knows okay)

“The woods?” Will had been expecting a simple Happy Valentine’s Day, but apparently, there was more. Then suddenly, Will had a thought. I only have a small thing for him. His eyes widened and his panic began to rise a bit as he thought over the small gift he had. He put thought into it but hadn’t wanted to go overboard, considering he wasn’t even going to do anything for Valentine’s Day.

Well, I mean, it’s okay, right? It’s the thought that counts, Will thought hopefully to himself. Maybe Nico just wants to meet up and make sure I don’t work in the infirmary today. Yeah. That’s it. Definitely nothing big planned, Will assured himself as he opened his desk drawer and took out his gift for Nico. It was a small box with a yellow bow on it. Inside was a simple black and yellow bandana bracelet Will had braided for Nico in crafts class. He made a matching one for himself and figured that it’d be a nice, simple reminder of their relationship.

With a sigh, Will scooped up his bouquet and left with a little skip in his step, his excitement and affection growing as he grew nearer to the woods.


Nico anxiously waited at the edge of the woods, having barely slept the night before due to preparations and his nerves. He was so nervous. Aside from him chiding himself about forgetting the holiday, the last-minute planning and gathering of supplies was stressful. Plus Piper had made a huge fuss about what he was going to wear, since Nico had absolutely no idea and no options.

Piper dressed him simply, yet stylishly, with nice black jeans and a gray button down long sleeve that he rolled up to his elbows. His top button was undone and his sword and combat boots remained, but he had to admit, his look made him feel slightly more confident about doing something nice for his boyfriend.

Nico ran a hand through his hair, messing up however Piper had combed it earlier. His mind was racing with thoughts, making it hard to stand still. Is Will going to like it? Is it too much? Too little? Is he up already? No, duh, of course he is. Did he go to the infirmary? Did he get the flowers? What if he didn’t? What if this is a mistake—

His thoughts are interrupted by a certain son of Apollo nearly skipping towards him, bouquet of roses in hand. Nico’s breath caught. He could never get over how beautiful Will was, especially in the morning. The sun caught his hair perfectly, glinting off the mop of blond and making it look like it was glowing. The red roses reflected a bit of red onto his face, making it look like he was blushing, or maybe he was. His smile is as brilliant and wide as ever, outwardly displaying his abundant happiness. And then his eyes. Nico gets lost in those vibrant, shining blue eyes that bare his every emotion, none better than his love and joy. To Nico, they meant comfort, home, and more. No one could convince Nico that anyone’s eyes were more beautiful and meaningful than Will Solace’s.

Then suddenly those eyes were almost directly in front of him and Nico realized how long he had been staring. He shut his mouth, which he hadn’t even realized was slightly open, and thrusted out his hand that held a sunflower, mumbling a bit as he said, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

With a gentle laugh, Will accepted the flower and said, “Aww Neeks, Happy Valentine’s Day. I didn’t expect anything, you know. You didn’t have to do anything special.”

At this, Nico looks up at him. He knows that Will loves romantic gestures – he’s a sucker for love. He realized that Will was respecting his boundaries by not jumping on Valentine’s Day, making his heart swell and his courage to spike for a moment. Taking a deep breath, Nico looked directly into Will’s eyes and stated, “You should expect it. I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?”

Will’s heart could’ve jumped over a skyscraper with how hard it was trying to jump out of his chest. Both boys blushed at the word “boyfriend”, but Will somehow managed to smile even wider and brighter. “I’m sorry I doubted you, boyfriend,” Will teased, though it was no joke how much he loved saying that. “What are we doing now, then?”

Nico grabbed Will’s hand and pulls him into the woods with a small smile. “You’ll see.”


When they get to the clearing, the sight took Will’s breath away. There was nothing particularly incredible about it - a picnic blanket was laid out in the center of the area with some pastries and fruits on it. It was a simple picnic, but the idea of it, the thought that went into planning this and making it happen, was something Will could hardly fathom someone going through for him. It was sweet and romantic and so perfect to Will, he could barely speak to show his gratitude and love to Nico.

Nico saved him by speaking first, saying, “I come out here a lot to think. I always have. I don’t think anyone really knows about it, but I wanted to share it. With you.” Nico was blushing, he knew it. Sharing something this personal was difficult, but when Piper suggested a picnic, he knew this was the perfect spot. He knew that Will, if anyone, was the one he could trust with everything.

Having not made eye contact yet, Will turned to face Nico fully, taking both of his hands in his own. “Thank you for sharing with me, Nico.” Nico finally gazed up into his eyes, and Will could see the nervousness and vulnerability in that one look. This boy, this beautiful, strong warrior, was broken, but was also trying, reaching out for someone, for him. “This whole picnic is lovely, and I’m really glad you like and trust me enough to show me this personal place of yours. I’m glad this place even exists, just for you.”

Nico scoffed a bit, “Of course I like you enough, Solace. I am dating you.” He turned his head and looked out at the clearing and surrounding trees. “The nymphs here know me. They’ve known me since I was younger, since I first came to camp and found this place. They also assisted me with this whole thing, keeping it nice and all.” Nico smiled fondly at the area, remembering how much time he spent here thinking, venting, and how the nymphs comforted him in their subtle ways. Then he looked over at his boyfriend, who was already looking back at him lovingly. Nico knew he made the right choice in letting him into his life, even if Will would’ve shoved himself in no matter what.

Then Will remembered his own gift, exclaiming, “Oh! I may not have planned out a whole Valentine’s Day date, but I do have a present for you. Here.” Will pulled the box out of his pocket and handed it to Nico. Surprised, Nico gently opened the box to reveal the bracelet.

“I have a matching one. I made it to, I don’t know, represent us. Also to show that you’re mine, so no one can steal you away.” Will grinned as he grabbed Nico’s hand and tied the bracelet around his wrist. It’s a simple gesture, yet it couldn’t have made Nico happier. He was Will’s, and Will was his. He was cared for by someone, and Nico was embracing it wholeheartedly, not regretting it for a second.

“Someone’s a little possessive, hm?” Nico playfully tugged Will toward the picnic that was waiting for them. “Come on, let’s eat. I’m up too early to be feeling all these things.” He laughed, and it was about the most beautiful sound Will has ever heard.

After the picnic, the rest of the day consisted of hanging out, chatting, cuddling, laughing, and, you know, just being a couple. It was the greatest Valentine’s Day either boy has ever experienced.

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!

i’m writing and I’m not even drunk!

For illnesses that the healing pods couldn’t be used for, Lance had sort of been elected the team nurse. It wasn’t that he knew anything about healthcare, not in the slightest. It was just that he was better at not knowing what to do than the rest of them were. 

Keith often worked himself into exhaustion, and though it was rare for him to seek help at all, when he did, he always went to Lance (though it should be noted for the record that it was much, much more common for Lance to intervene uninvited.) Keith would let Lance take care of him in these rare and vulnerable moments. He’d complain about the list of things he had to do, and Lance would listen astutely and tell him not to worry. A special lavender candle that very secretly calmed Keith’s nerves would find its way onto his bedside table, and he’d close his eyes as Lance massaged the tension out of his shoulders and neck util he fell asleep. And the next morning, when he woke to relaxed muscles, the candle hidden away to prevent the others from embarrassing him about it, and an inexplicably finished list of chores, he would greet an always-tired looking Lance with unspoken gratitude and a mutual agreement to never tell a soul about those nights. 

While Hunk was used to the motion sickness, every once in a while, it made him really miserable. After a particularly harrowing battle, when he was already exhausted and sore and just wanted to go to bed, the vertigo and nausea associated with flying his Lion back to the castle was sometimes too much for him to handle. At times like this, Lance would set Blue on autopilot and join Hunk in Yellow, rubbing his back and not even flinching when he occasionally vomited on his shoes. Lance had cleaned his shoes more times than he could count. Sometimes tears would escape from the corners of Hunk’s eyes, much to his embarrassment, and only in front of Lance would he not feel the need to immediately wipe them away. Lance would simply wait until Hunk’s stomach calmed down and wipe his mouth with a soft cloth, then wipe away the tears with gentle thumbs. Hunk would allow himself to lie exhaustedly against Lance until they arrived at the castle, where Hunk would once again put on the mask of strength for the others. Lance would never tell anyone about it.

Pidge’s allergies sometimes made it hurt to breathe. Though it was normally nothing beyond a benign but annoying congestion, every once in a while, they would get bad, and she’d end up feeling like there was a weight on her chest. She’d been a bit intimidated to go to anyone at first. At home, her father had always helped her rub vapor rub on her chest, but she’d been younger then, and it was her father. She knew that it wasn’t something she’d expect or even want from the paladins. And when Lance had asked her privately whether she needed anything when he caught her wheezing after a particularly rough sparring match, she’d hesitated. She’d told him she was fine through a blocked nose and a rough voice. But she hadn’t protested when he entered her room just a short while later with a bowl of hot water and a towel, and she hadn’t shrugged him off when he’d rubbed light circles into her back as she breathed in the steam. She’d even been open to the spicy soup (or, as close as the Alteans could get, anyway) that his mother had apparently sworn by. When Shiro commented at dinner that she sounded like she was feeling better, she’d simply nodded, and Lance hadn’t said a word.

Shiro himself was perhaps the most insecure about seeking help when he wasn’t feeling right. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake in the middle of the night dripping in sweat and shaking with the memories of his time in the Galra prison. He could never go back to sleep after that. So, he always made his way (usually rather loudly) (past Lance’s room) to the common area to sit on the couch and read. It never helped. Shiro couldn’t get his racing thoughts to focus on the books in front of him. It was easier, however, to distract himself with the two cups of tea that Lance was always so conveniently about to enjoy on these nights, but wouldn’t mind sharing with Shiro, since he was up. If he wanted to talk about the nightmare, he could, though Lance never asked. Usually, he was still too nervous to keep good conversation, and if the nightmare was bad enough, sometimes he felt like it was a strain just to stay grounded in this reality. Lance’s feet outstretched on his lap helped with that. Shiro didn’t like having his back rubbed, not like Pidge and Hunk, but the non-invasive contact was a good reminder of where he was, and the stupid stories about all the pets Lance had ever owned and who Lance believed of the team would look best in drag (besides himself, of course) and theories about the cutest space animals helped him remember that he’d never, EVER be back in that horrible place again, because he had people that would die before they let that happen. And if Shiro fell asleep listening to Lance talk, he’d always wake up to find a book in his lap and a blanket on his body that made it look as though he’d simply fallen asleep reading. If the others questioned it, Lance was always just as confused as they were.

Not only did Lance take care of his friends, but he respected their privacy enough to ensure that they all believed they were the only ones he ever sat up with through sleepless nights and worriedly-nursed fevers and queasy tummies. Maybe Lance didn’t always understand why that secrecy was so important to them, but he respected it. He didn’t need the recognition of the others, after all, or even a thank you from the person he was caring for. Often, he didn’t get one. But that was okay. As long as they knocked on his door again the next time they needed someone, that would be enough. As long as he could take pride in knowing that each of his friends felt safe showing a side to him that they couldn’t show to the others, he was okay. That unguarded Keith, that sensitive Hunk, that candid Pidge, that vulnerable Shiro–those were his and his alone. 

So if Lance had to build up his own invincible walls of cockiness and flamboyant confidence in order to keep them coming to him, then so be it. If he had to hide probable bruised and broken ribs and laugh off his own migraines and tension, then that’s what he’d do. Whatever the cost of keeping that trust, whatever the price of that naked bond; he’d pay it.

He’d pay it if it was the last thing he did, if it was the only reason he was on the team at all, if it was the only impression he ever left on the world while the other four Paladin names went down in history as the greatest heroes the universe had ever known. 

Thought vs. Instinct (Nyx Ulric x Reader)

A/N: Blame @c-qcatwrites​ and @alicesfracturedmirror​. That is all.


Originally posted by damatheirin

You fumbled and fell. As you watched your dagger fall lifelessly in the distance, you thought back on what brought you to this moment.

“For once in your life, stop over thinking everything!”

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A/N: whelp it’s here thanks for being patient and all hope you like it! i tried to write it in a way so you can see both povs lol. haven’t edited it out yet sorry!!

word count: 1,1k+

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Y/N was beyond surprised when Chris asked her out on a date. It didn’t seem like something he would do from what she’d heard of him. She was actually excited, maybe she could finally see what he really was like.

Y/N hadn’t told anyone she’s going on a date with Chris, in case this was just a sick joke of his or if something incredibly terrible happened. She didn’t want to be that girl, yet at least. Even with all her efforts to keep it secret, Noora had somehow found out and had insisted to help Y/N out when it came to picking up and outfit (which was a thing that Vilde would do).

That’s how she had ended up hours before her date, lying on her bed with a pile of clothes on top of her. Noora wanted Y/N to put on something special, meanwhile she just wanted to go out with her ’normal’ clothes on since she didn’t want to look like she was doing too big of an effort.

”Alright, I’ll tell you something that I haven’t told anyone.” Noora said with a knowing look, she knew exactly what to do or say to get your attention on something. You kinda hated her for it, but nodded along signaling her to go on.

”I went on a date with William so that he’d leave Vilde alone, but I think I like him now. I really think I fucked up big time now.” Noora was biting her lip, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face, she knew there was something going on with them.

”I’m not really that surprised, you two would look great together anyway so just go for it?” Y/N suggested, giving Noora a sympathetic smile. ”Eskild also told me somethings, so if the other girls know something it’s because he told them not me.”

Noora laughed for a bit before mumbling something along the lines of ”damn you Eskild”. Y/N looked at the clock to check on the time, her eyes widening when she saw how much time had passed by already. She quickly got up and looked inside her closet, picking out a pair of jeans and a nice sweater to wear.

”You’re seriously going out like that even after I told you my secret?” Noora groaned, falling on Y/N’s bed.

”Yeah, it’s Chris after all. I don’t except much from a date with him.” Y/N was feeling slightly nervous, but she didn’t want to show it to Noora.

”Well, I guess I better get going now since he’ll probably be here soon. Good luck.” Noora got up and left before you could even say something to her. Y/N sighed and walked up to her mirror to see herself in it, wondering what could have ever drawn Chris to her out of all the girls. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, she gave a quick last glance to the mirror before going to open the door.

”Hi princess.” Chris said with a smug smile once you opened the door.

”You seriously didn’t have to come all the way to the door you know, but hi.”

”You’re not supposed to do this on dates?” He asked, his eyes wide.

Y/N let out a chuckle at his reaction and walked outside closing the door behind her. ”You’re nervous and I must admit I like it, if this date is a total flop I can blackmail you with it.”

”Well look who’s feeling confident in themselves?” He was smirking, making Y/N blush. He found it cute how she went from confident to shy. ”Let’s go.”


Chris had cheesily enough chosen to take Y/N out on a gaming arcade, but he seemed super stocked so she didn’t say anything.

”What even made you choose this place?” Y/N curiously asked, looking around the arcade. It was almost empty.

”I don’t know. Taking you out for a movie date would be too cliche, taking you out on a dinner date would just be odd and we’d probably be acting all awkward, a picnic would be lame and it’s way too cold outside and I bet 20 bucks that you’d never come in my home for a date because you still think I’m a dick, so this came in my mind and well here we are?” Chris said breathless and went on after a moment ”Fuck did I already ruin it?”

”You’re so awkward, relax it’s fine I was just asking a question.” She gave him a reassuring smile, making Chris relax a bit. ”Seriously though, you’re always like this on dates?”

”Eh, I thought I said before but I always skip the ’dating’ part. You’re the first one who I’ve actually taken out and chased after if we could say that.”

”Oh.” Y/N mumbled, blushing again because, as a matter of a fact, he had said that before.

”Come.” Chris took her hand and dragged her all the way to a dancing game making her rise her eyebrow at him.

”What? It’s a nice game! You should see William trying to play this when he’s drunk.” Chris said letting go of her hand. They both felt a little sad at the loss of contact, but neither said a thing about it.

”I think I can live without seeing it, nice to know what you guys do when you’re drunk.” Y/N said and rolled her eyes. Chris just chuckled before motioning her to come closer to play.

She ended up having a great time and get to know Chris a lot better. He actually wasn’t a total asshole, he was actually nice and sweet and had a great sense of humor, which is always nice. Y/N looked at the time, realizing that they had spent over two hours on that stupid dancing game where he always won.

Chris’ phone vibrated, signaling he had gotten a text message. He sighed and pulled out his phone, his eyebrows furrowing together.

”Fuck, I need to go and pick William up from a party…” He said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving Y/N an apologetic look.

”It’s okay, surprised you skipped a party for this though.” It made her feel quite special actually.

”Well I told you I can be something else than a dick? I’ve got to go though, so bye?” He didn’t know what to say to end it, Y/N quickly picking up on it.

”Goodnight, Christoffer.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off. She felt all warm and fuzzy on the inside and she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she hoped it was worth it.

Chris on the other hand was left standing there as red as a tomato, his hand on his cheek. He felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

anonymous asked:

Hi Lecrit, I saw one of your later posts and it made me wonder something; I'm asking this out of pure curiosity so please don't get mad at me, I love you and your writing so much for you to hate me. I'm wondering, why you hate CC and why do you say that book Alec is biphobic? Thank you if you answer, again, don't get mad, I just want to know both sides of the coin.

Cupcake, I don’t hate you, relax. It’s okay not to know about those things and it’s more than okay to ask an explanation on something you don’t understand. I’d never get mad at someone for wanting to inform themselves. Promise. <3.

Now, biphobic Alec…

I don’t know if you’ve read the books, but if you have, you’ll know that Alec is incredibly insecure and jealous in his relationship with Magnus. That could’ve been fine. I mean, Magnus is his first kiss, his first relationship, his first everything, and that can be something to be nervous about.

But book!Alec expects Magnus to be the same. Apparently, it never occurred to him that a centuries-old warlock had relationships before? That he might have dated a few of people before him and even loved some of them? And even worse, some of those people might have been *dramatic whisper* women

I’m not going to talk for hours about how unhealthy it is to assume your significant other has never dated before and to dismiss their past life like that, but in Alec’s case, it’s even worse because he is pretty much saying “How dare you date people before I was even born?” and cherry on the cake: “Is there anyone you didn’t fuck in the whole country?”

The worst part of Alec’s biphobia in the books is, I think, when we learn that Magnus once dated Camille. Alec’s answer should be what it is in the show “yeah, sure, you dated someone centuries ago, what’s the big deal?”.

Alec’s answer in the books is this: he immediately starts demanding why Magnus didn’t tell him about his past relationships (seriously, dude, you weren’t even born, fucking chill) and instead of accepting the fact that Magnus has been with other people, he gets angry at him.

My personal favorite line (note the sarcasm here): “Or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren’t into?”

Biphobia at its finest. 

And it isn’t just Alec being insecure, it isn’t just Alec being jealous, it is plain and simple biphobia because Alec has his mind set on the painful cliché that bisexual = slut and he makes it a point to insult Magnus whenever he can about it.

Honestly, I love Alec with all my heart but book!Alec? He needed a serious punch in the face.

As for CC? Well, all of this comes from her.

Here’s what she could have done: she could have had Alec acknowledging the wrongfulness of his actions and apologized to Magnus whom he claims to love and yet belittles constantly for who he is. Did that happen? NO.

One paragraph would have been enough: Magnus standing up for himself (because that never happened either, he just let Alec insult him without defending himself and wtf??? Magnus is centuries old and he lets himself be insulted by a eighteen-year-old petulant childish man without even trying to stand up for himself? Fuck that shit.), Magnus (or someone else? Izzy? Catarina? Clary? Anyone?) calling him out on his bullshit, Alec apologizing and promising to do better.

This. never. happened.

Because CC thinks she just wrote a boy with insecurities lashing out on his lover out of jealousy when what she truly wrote was pure and simple biphobia.

I’m so glad we have people writing on the show that actually are able to tell the difference and who write Alec’s character with respect and care. Same goes for Magnus.

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42. "Stop being so cute." :)

42. “Stop being so cute.”

“No, no, no!” you shake your head and place your hand on Harry’s bicep. “’t’s not the number of cards you have that’s the issue. ‘t’s the fact that you have absolutely no idea how to play the game.”

“Well then tell me!” he bursts out, throwing his hands in the air. 

“Been tryin’ to! For the past half hour!” you laugh and bury your face in the side of the sofa, little snorts escaping through your giggles.

Harry grunts in frustration and snatches the cards out of your hands, beginning to shove all of the cards back in the box. He mumbles about how if capitalism weren’t so rampant in the world today, it would be much easier to learn how to play a simple card game while intoxicated. You choose not to mention that he just dropped at least  €6000 on new Gucci items within the past day and a half and has absolutely no place to be grumbling about capitalism, but you feared he might actually become mad and not speak to you for the rest of the evening.

You hiccup with laughter and make an attempt to stand up from your seated position on the floor, against the coffee table in Harry’s living room. “Gotta pee,” you say as you grab onto the side of the table in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You place your palm on your mate’s head as you walk by, climbing over his spider-like limbs. He takes a swig from the bottle of Fireball with one hand and shoos you off with the other.

In the silence of the bathroom, you begin to realize how intoxicated you really are. You will yourself to sober up, pinching the skin on your cheeks, knowing that you have to work in the morning. But it’s been so long since you’ve gotten to hang out with just Harry, and you missed your best friend. Looking down at the chipped nail polish on your fingernails, you swallow harshly, trying to physically push familiar feelings back down into your gut. 

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ML Fan Fic Rec/Appreciation List

Hi! Hello! I thought this might be the best way to show love for my fellow fan fiction writers in the ML community on this the day of appreciation for such folks. I’ve posted about the majority of these authors before in a blog rec list, but I want to put out a formal review of each author and their fics because reviews are important. There are so many fic rec lists out already, but writer types NEVER tire of attention (trust me, I know) so here we go (in alphabetical order to keep things classy and neat): 

A Brand New Dawn by @whitebear-ofthe-watertribe 

A lovely university AU. I love the way she writes Adrien and Marinette’s rekindled friendship, it’s just so warm and comforting. There is drama and fluff and romance and it’s just such lovely story. Also, her description of high fashion clothing is just #writing goals 100%.

A Werecat in London by  @i-am-thornqueen

An exciting expanded magical world AU.  This world that Thorn has created is just so rich and detailed and could easily stand on its own entirely. Adrien, Marinette and the whole crew drop so easily right into the middle of it and meld perfectly. Her OCs are beautifully developed characters and stand wonderfully on their own two feet, I could honestly read a whole book just following them. It’s full of action, angst, hilarity and Sin™.

Bare Necessities by @reyxa

An adorable art school AU where Adrien ends up as a nude model in Mari’s figure drawing class. Need I say more? Hilarity and adorable drawing sessions and art lessons ensue. This fic is pure and unaltered cotton candy and Reyxa does a wonderful job spinning it while throwing some Sin™ on top for good measure.

Black Cats And Curtain Calls by @bullysquadess

An extremely accurate theatre AU.  The first,  but not the only, Bully fic on the list. (Honestly I had to stop myself from putting them all down.) This short and sweet fic is hilarious and if you were/are a Theatre kid you will appreciate ever inch of it. Bully will capture you every time with her tongue –in-cheek humor and spot on characterization and this little fic is no exception.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink

A perfectly done Project Runway AU. Bee just does an absolutely phenomenal job translating the classic reality competition TV show format into the written word which is no small task. One of the things that impressed me most about this writing is that I could visualize every single scene perfectly. It is clearly and beautifully written and honestly made me fall deeper in love with the cast of ML.

Heartstrings by @seiyakanie

The beginning of the end for me and ML fics. This fic took my ML fic virginity and I have never looked back. If there is one thing Taylor knows how to write its Sin™ and luckily for us she knows how to write more than that. I love, love Taylor’s descriptions of actions and the thoughts and feelings of characters while they’re in the middle of those actions. (I also have this fic to thank for plunging me into the depths of Taylor’s OC heaven. Seriously, the girl has an armory full of AMAZING OCs, go check them out.)

Inking Indigo by @matchaball

An exquisite tattoo/soul mate/flower shop AU. I just…I will never be able to stop talking about Matchaball’s writing. Her prose reads like poetry and in some spots like a song. It has rhythm and grace and leads you slowly and easily through the world she’s creating. It can be a hard feat to find an author who not only writes beautifully but also has the world building, plotting and characterizing skills. Matchaball has all of these and more. Reading her writing is just so lovely and relaxing. I just cannot get enough.

Lady and the Tom Cat by @skaylanphear

I think technically this would be a mating cycle AU? It doesn’t matter because it’s FANTASTIC and I am just so pumped to see where it goes. Written by the fantastic Kay, how could you go wrong?  I will expand more on how much I love Kay’s writing in a bit, but I’ll just say I’m so pumped to see her write some sexier things because I know it will be done RIGHT. Jump on this train, it’s going places.

Pick Up and Chase by @skaylanphear

If you’d like to see Adrien embarrassed and stuttering for once, this is the fic for you. I cannot even begin with the level of cheese that Kay has going on in this fic, but it is just an amazing amount. If you’re lactose intolerant steer clear. This is a purely fun, purely hilarious fic and its just so much fun. If you need to smile, this is the place you need to be.

Porte-Boner by @abadmeanman

This fic is so hilarious it altered my state of mind and caused me to write the most ridiculous and off topic comments on each and every chapter. It got so bad that the author was forced to message me to ask me to stop. Then he followed me on Tumblr just to make sure I would leave him alone. He messages me occasionally to make sure I’m not going to comment on his fic again. Jokes on him. We live in a free country and I CAN DO WHAT—

Okay, here’s what I have to say for real. Anyone can pop open a word doc and start writing a shit post meme fic and throw it up on AO3 and call it a day. But it takes a true writer to do it WELL. Humor does not come easily and written humor is often times one of the hardest forms to nail. Phil nails it (HEH HEH) perfectly. His comedic timing is spot on and the sheer amount of pop culture references are just staggering and I’m sure I’ve missed about half of them. On top of that he stays true to character while exploring edges we’ve not seen (and definitely WILL NOT see) in the show. Okay, now I’m done.  

Satisfaction Brought It Back by @siderealsandman

An extremely delicious, definitely NSFW BDSM/friends with benefits/fake dating AU. This fic is just so much more than it’s AU. It goes so far beyond its BDSM theme and I was just not prepared for it when I dived in. What you might think you’re getting: crazy kinky sex everywhere all the time – What you’re actually getting: deep and meaningful character development, ANGST, FLUFF,  lessons on safe and healthy sexual relationships, lessons on safe and healthy relationships in general, lessons on how NOT to pretend like you’re not in love with your partner. And all of it extremely well written. If you are not an Innocent Child you must go read this. It will save your soul and send it to hell in one fell swoop.

Serendipitous Fate by @skaylanphear

*DEEP BREATH* I am still not and never will be over this fic or Kay’s writing. It just cannot be done. Kay’s understanding of these characters and their world is so insanely in depth its mind boggling. She handles each and every one of them with such love that it takes my breath away. Nothing is done without out a cause and effect and everything is woven into an intricate web. I sometimes get so profoundly sad that this is not cannon because it’s just so authentic and accurate. I know I can’t really say that because we don’t know what will be “cannon” or authentic or accurate, but it just is. If you’re not reading SF or planning on reading it, you’re doing yourself a terrible disservice.

Squares, Triangles, and Other Shapes by @sadrien

DOUBLE. FAKE. DATING. AU. Holy hell, how Sadrien even got through the fic summary without getting vertigo I have no clue. This fic delivers something that I think the fandom required. A fake dating square to walk hand in hand with our love square. It’s still early on, but I can already tell it will be filled with a bunch of hilarious situations and shenanigans. I’m just so excited and you should be too!

Sugar, Sugar by @bullysquadess

Who else but Bully would/could deliver unto us a beautifully written…Sugar Daddy AU? Just the mere fact that she fully has me believing this could really happen between Adrien and Marinette is the achievement of the year. This fic is in the early stages, but has such a promising beginning and will surely be a hilarious ride.

The Ladybug and The Bees by @bullysquadess

Oh man. The infamous TLATB. So, this is the third Bully Fic™ on my list and I could talk about how it’s the flagship sin fic and all that, but I’m not. I want to talk about how much I love Bully’s writing and how great of a writer she is, really, truly. As I said in my little blurb about Porte-Boner, humor is a truly hard thing to write and get across the right way. Bully does this flawlessly, every. single. time. But there’s more than that, when TLATB started to take an unplanned off-road detour to angst-ville, Bully managed to keep her readers right with her. Folks, that is an extremely hard thing to do, to keep your readers with you, no matter what crazy shit you do. To keep them believing and to not jolt them out of the narrative. That’s the main job of the writer, to kidnap their readers and keep the believing all the way through to the last page. Bully, you’re a great writer, I know you’re having a rough and unpleasant time right now, but keep your chin up. You’re great.

The Luckiest Man In Paris by Ms. Sophie

The premise of this fic is just so undeniably adorable and everything that follows is undeniably adorable as well. I just love how Sophie writes the dynamic between Chat and Mari. It’s so true to their characters and so adorable. HAVE I SAID ADORABLE ENOUGH. I’ve actually probably said it too many times for the amount of sin happening (and will be happening) in this fic. Sophie captures my attention with lovely turns of phrase she uses and wonderful character interactions. It’s such a great read and you should GO READ IT NOW. Also because Sophie is a sweet little dumpling.

You Don’t Know Me by @ferisae

Okay. So, um…it’s like really hard to get me to actually cry, like blubbering tears and unattractive hiccups crying, during movies/shows/books. I can count on one hand the amount of times a book or movie or show has made me cry. You Don’t Know Me has DESTROYED me.  TWICE. While reading it. If you’re ready for a soul-crushing amount of angst Ferisae is your dealer. She delves deep, deep into Adrien’s character and pulls out everything that is sad and lonely and uses it to crush you in the best way. Even if you’re someone who actively avoids angsty fics (like me) you absolutely must give yourself the chance to read this. Just make sure you have a nice warm cup of something hot and a blanky and maybe some baby animal photos open in the next tab over.  

Okay this got super long, whoops. Sorry not sorry because all these author’s deserve all the love.

Thank you to each and every one of these lovely people and every fic author out there. Y’all are truly amazing for the amount of time, work and love you put into your writing. It shows a true passion and even if writing isn’t what you want to do with your life full time, the passion you have can easily be transferred to any aspect of your life. Passion is fuel to live and live happily. Thank you for sharing your passion with us.

Rich Youth | Chapter 1

chapters: 12 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

featuring: reader + most of NCT will make an appearance at one point (if you guys like this enough for me to continue)

warnings: slight smut, language

word count: 2.8K

“Stop being so dramatic; I’ll be joining you in two weeks. My new step-bitch wants to take me shopping in Dubai so we can ‘bond’ but I know it’s just a massive excuse to convince my dad to give her his credit card so she can fulfil her gold-digging fantasies”, Hayi’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker of my phone as I finished packing my bags. I walked over to my bed, falling back onto it and turning my head so that I was facing the phone I had laid on my pillow.

“I’m sorry, Hayi. If it makes you feel any better, while you’re splashing the cash in Dubai, I’ll be suffering a slow and painful death at the country club. God knows why my dad and Jessica insist on spending all summer there when there are so many other places to visit and so many other things to do that don’t involve making forced conversation with a bunch of rich, sexist men, their trophy wives and their spoilt children!” I sulked. I lifted my head as I heard Hayi giggling on the other line.

“Did you just describe your own family, Y/N?” she laughed. As the realisation hit me, I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

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Do You Trust Me?

Prompt: On a dangerous mission to save a rural town from an alien threat, Chato let’s the reader know exactly how important they are to him

Prompt Request # 23: Anon - “You’re my best friend.”

Pairing: Chato Santana X Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, some violence, cauterizing of a wound (fluff galore)

Originally posted by qothams

“Alright, were gonna split up into teams.” Rick Flagg began as the rest of the Squad gathered around. “In order to clear the area of these, erm.. things, we need to buddy up, go in different directions and take them out." 

 Ever since the Suicide Squad had secretly saved the world, all the meta-human inmates residing in Belle Reeve had become quite acquainted with one another. Having been out and about together while saving the world on different assignments the team had formed fairly strong bonds with one another. Whether those relationships were competitive, friendly, or playful ranged between the individuals. Though, it was easy for all of the Squad to see that the two that had developed the closest relationship would be the man of fire and yourself.

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i’ll always make it back to you (zombie hunter!jackson, m)

summary: you and jackson promised to be best friends through anything, be it high school, significant others, or growing up. of course, neither of you had ever anticipated that a little more than two years later, a widespread virus would infest the entire world, and would rip you away from the one person you held close. you were lost, dying, and ready to give up on ever finding him again, but jackson had other plans.

relationship: jackson x reader

warnings: angst, smut, slight-ish gore, language

words: 7,696 (damn)

Originally posted by jypnior

september 6th, 2015

“Hey, hey, Wang… are you even listening to me?” You fling a popcorn kernel at Jackson, narrowly missing his nose as it clatters to the floor a few feet away from your target. Jackson raises an eyebrow, not tearing his eyes from the tv screen, “Ya?”

You roll over onto your back glare up at the ceiling, covered in posters of sci-fi movies, supermodels, and video games that Jackson had obsessed over from middle school to senior year. He was your best friend, had been since you were little, and you recalled a time when you could look up at this very ceiling and see white paint, “I don’t get why you invite me over these days if all you’re gonna do is play video games.” You huff, folding your arms over your chest as you give a picture of Han Solo a stern glare. 

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Originally posted by 50shadesofgraylee

Simon Dominic request

Genre: soft smut idk

Word Count: 4,156 words (holy shit I wrote this much?) 😭

The place where magic takes place was in Gray’s very studio. The GRAYGROUND was your favourite place to visit within AOMG’s building. This was due to the the ambience it brought, the soothing atmosphere, the music lightly playing though the speakers making you feel things and the perfect place to make love. Yes you read that right. You were a bit of a thrill seeker, I wouldn’t say exhibitionist, more of an introverted version of it I guess.

Kiseok also known as Simon Dominic is a popular character with women. On sets, on shoots and basically around the world. His appearance, deep voice and rapping with sensual verses had people melting whenever they saw him. Since his arrival at AOMG, the re-birth of him was successful and females despised your position. Oh that’s right, you fit in here somewhere. (Y/N) formerly known as AOMG’s makeup artist.

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iskysolo  asked:


Yaaaay! I’m glad you liked it, Beth! And… Welcome to the johanbeck mini fandom :’) ~ Here, have some fluffy fanfic after a press conference about the Watney issue. 

Also on AO3.

Seems Perfect

“I want pizza. You want pizza? I miss pizza”

“Okay, darling. I pay”

“No! I pay! It was on you yesterday and so, this time i’m giving the money. And If you say no one more time, I swear to god, Dr. Bossy Beck, you sleep with the cat”

“… I’m allergic, remember?”

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lassiface104  asked:

Um, hi first, I guess. I'm sorry. I've never done this before so I'm kind of nervous. If you don't mind and it fits all your other requirements, may I request the 2p's reactions to having a childhood friend/someone they've known for a long time? Like, would they act different around them or something like that. If not, then I just wanted to tell you that I honestly like the way you portray them the best to be honest... thanks for reading anyway :)

((uh, you’re welcome? lmao, no need to be nervous))

If you were a 2P’s childhood friend (modern AU)

2P!America: Would be protective of you, always shield you from harm, and worry about your wellbeing. This is unusual for him because he usually doesn’t take on the ‘hero’ persona. You’d be the only person he’d really look out for or consider the feelings of; you’d be the only one he’d trust or open up to. With his other friends, he’d keep up the ‘badass’ facade but with you, he’d show his soft side a lot more. He wouldn’t hesitate to yell at or beat up anyone who made you sad.

2P!China: You’d probably be the only girl he didn’t flirt with. He’d actually listen to the things you told him to do and always come to you for advice– probably for help with the girl he likes. Only a person like you could get him to do drastic things, like consider quitting opium or stop being a school truant. Overall, you’d probably become like a big sister to him no matter your age.

2P!England: He is normally a very polite, kind, and cheerful person. But if you knew him well, you’d know that he forces himself to be that way. On the inside, he’s more cynical and judgmental than he lets people see. When alone with you, he’d complain about things or even say bad things about people he’d just been sweetly conversing with only moments before. With you, he’d be more open about how he felt than with anyone else.

2P!France: You’d probably be the only person who got him to speak more than four words in a single reply. He would have real conversations with you, unlike his usual quiet and emotionless self around strangers or even other friends. He would be capable of smiling around you, and he’d share his thoughts and ideas with you– something he’d never do with anyone else.

2P!Russia: You’d probably be the most tolerable person for him. Normally, he prefers to be alone, but he wouldn’t mind spending an entire day with you. He’s annoyed easily, but he’d probably be used to your quirks by now so they wouldn’t bother him. He’d still occasionally say rude things to you, but he does that to everyone, and you would understand that he never means the rude things he says.

2P!Italy: Would probably drift away from you, especially if you didn’t maintain the same interests as him. He’d acknowledge that you two were childhood friends, and definitely say hello whenever passing you in school halls, but he wouldn’t keep you around if he didn’t see a reason to. He’d let you make your own friends and then make new ones for himself; he wouldn’t want to get you involved in any of the dangerous things he did.

2P!Germany: Would basically become a puppy whenever you two hung out. He’d be like this all the time. Around other girls, he’d usually take on a more flirtatious/ seductive persona, but with you, he’d just be looking to have innocent fun– like toilet paper'ing a house or egging cars at night. He’d make a lot more jokes than usual around you, instead of trying to act cool around people he hasn’t known as long.

2P!Japan: Similar to Luciano, he’d probably drift away from you if you didn’t make an effort to keep in touch. Even if you didn’t speak to him for a long period of time, and then contacted him out of the blue, he’d still treat you as casually as he did back when you were children. He would even make a (sarcastic) joke or two and tease you a bit if you stayed close to him, and be more open about his emotions around you.

2P!Canada: He usually prefers to do things alone and just be by himself in general, but with you, he wouldn’t mind if you tagged along with him to places. Your presence would never bother him the way other peoples’ normally do. He still wouldn’t be very talkative, but he would never push you away. You’d probably feel like family to him, even if you were rowdy and loud– which would be similar to his relationship with Allen.

2P!Romano: Would always be especially friendly with you, even if you grew apart or didn’t talk to each other much. He wouldn’t force you to stay with him, but if you chose to, he’d always keep you close and make sure to check up on you, such as texting you to make sure you made it home okay, or to wish you good luck on something you’d been preparing for, etc. If he ever heard someone 'talkin’ shit’ about you, he wouldn’t hesitate to screech at them for it.

2P!Austria: If you were a childhood friend of his, then you probably grew up playing wizards and witches, immersing yourself in a fantasy world and using a lot of imagination every day. If you maintained the same interests as him, he would probably deem you some type of 'assistant of darkness’ and always keep you updated on any experiments or new rituals of his. He’d be pleased to see your relationship with him never changed over the years.

2P!Prussia: If you were his childhood friend, he would never let you go. You would basically be all he ever knew and much of what he thought about every day. “I wonder how she would feel about this” or “I wonder what she would think of that” would be very common thoughts of his. He’d become very clingy over the years and constantly worry about if he’s bothering you or if you’re sick of him yet. It would be very difficult for him to make new friends.

mad-madam-m  asked:

Excuse me, but bottom!Derek is EXTREMELY healthy to obsess about. We just want to ensure that Derek is being thoroughly cared for in every way possible, and that includes Stiles lovingly worshiping his ass in every way possible while he tells Derek how beautiful and good and wonderful he is.

Okay, but can we all just take a moment to think about Stiles’ unhealthy worshipping of Derek’s ass? Like, it gets to the point he uses it as a pillow. He drools on it. Derek would find the whole thing utterly disgusting but Stiles is kind of adorable when he is all tuckered out and drooling- lord help him, he’s sickeningly in love and he hates it. 

Alright, but here’s the thing. Here’s the fucking thing. Derek may or may not have led Stiles to believe he doesn’t like to bottom because he is super nervous, okay? He’s nervous because he watches as Stiles falls apart under him, blissed out and exposed, and he trusts Stiles to take care of him but he’s never given himself over like that to anyone. He’s spent so long making sure he doesn’t appear vulnerable to anyone and while in his darkest moments he always turns to Stiles, he’s still not good at letting himself be vulnerable. 

And of course Stiles finds out, like he always does. Derek isn’t as stealthy as he thinks. It starts out with Stiles being a dork and nuzzling Derek’s ass because “it’s an ass for cuddling, Derek. You don’t understand.” And he nuzzles some more and then he play bites and Derek lets out the most pathetic sound he’s ever heard himself make, dick hardening far too quickly for his own liking. He wants to be happy in the knowledge Stiles doesn’t have werewolf senses to smell how turned on he is just from a little “nuzzling” but Stiles has always had more perception than any werewolf anyway and before he knows it, Derek is being turned on his back and Stiles’ eyes are sweeping over his face and…lower. 

He’s not smug though, like Derek thinks he will be. And that makes something in Derek break because…well, he doesn’t really know. All he knows is Stiles is looking at him like Derek is Han Solo and Leia all wrapped up in one and he couldn’t want for anything more. He’s looking at Derek like he hung the moon and Derek just….he really isn’t aware of himself as he spreads his legs, asking, nervous, trembling slightly. Stiles asks, “are you sure?” and Derek nods, says, “please” and gives Stiles a look he hopes he’ll understand. The one that says I’m scared. The one that says I trust you. The one that says only you. 

And Stiles understands. Of course he does. He always does. And he takes Derek apart. Slowly, surely, making sure to hold Derek when his body starts shaking, kissing him softly and often, praising him and telling Derek it’s okay to be clingy. That he’s here. And Derek wants to say it’s not okay, but then he would be a hypocrite. Because that is exactly what he tells Stiles all the time. That Derek loves how clingy Stiles is. Because Stiles has never been allowed to be clingy. He’s never been given back the love he always gives and Derek wants to spend the rest of his life making Stiles understand he loves him for everything he is, not just parts of him. That he loves his loud mouth and his curiosity and how much he rambles during sex and movies. Things Derek knows Stiles gets anxious about even though he doesn’t let on and Derek wants to murder all the people who ever made Stiles feel unworthy. Like second choice. 

Which is why he knows he has to let Stiles do the same. That he has to try his hardest to listen when Stiles says he’ll never leave him. That Derek is kind and beautiful and nothing was his fault. That when he slides inside him it’s okay to let the tears come because Stiles is right there with him and won’t let him fall. And it’s so fucking beautiful that when Derek comes he doesn’t quite see stars, but he sees something. Peace, maybe. Happiness. Love. All the things he thought he’d never feel again, right there in front of him. Tangible. His. 


Those Belong To Me *Natasha Romanoff x Reader*

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

(Requested by Anon)Imagine (reader) being in the military and Natasha wearing her dog tags and the rest of the avengers not knowing whose they are. Clint knows and wont tell anyone whose they are because he promised Natasha but they eventually find out. Thanks if you reply!❤️❤️i dont remember if i already sent this but whatevs
Warnings: Swearing and a lot of fluff
Admins Note: I am so happy someone requested a Natasha imagine. Whoever requested you are my favourite person, I love being able to write stuff for Natasha and Wanda, especially when someone else requests it. I also didn’t know it you wanted a sad ending or a happy ending, so I might do both, an alternative ending where the Avengers find out when Natasha gets a phone-call: if that’s something you want me to do, then I’ll do that. Also I made them girlfriends, I didn’t know if you wanted them to be best friends or whatever.

“Come on bird brain, who’s are they?” Tony asked for the millionth time, for an entire week he hadn’t let it go, he HAD to know where Natasha got them from - or importantly WHO she got them from. 

So, of course, he went to the Widow’s best friend, Clint Barton, the man who surprisingly actually loved to gossip with Tony; he would sneak around unnoticed and hear the craziest stuff, only to tell Tony about it all, maybe this is why he was so interested the fact that Clint had finally refused to share something interesting with him.

“How many times do I have to tell you and everyone else? I’m not telling; ask Natasha yourself” Clint exclaimed, they ended up in the training room where everyone else seemed to be; even Bruce was leaning against a wall talking to Thor. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm just gonna go ahead and put this out there: touch starved Jean. Touch starved Jean who simultaneously wants that kind of reassurance but also feels sick to his stomach when anyone gets too close and touches him like that

So, uh, this is really long and probably doesn’t make sense because it’s late and I’m pretty sure @faintlyglow made a better post about this at some point, but here you go!

Under a cut because it’s long af

Jean’s relationship with touch is a complex one and everyone is very much learning the rules as they go.

The team learns very quickly that sudden touches, like pats on the back, especially from behind, are a hard no. It’s strange at first, because they want to be supportive, but none of their usual methods are appropriate here.

Instead, they learn that a smile and nod of approval is much more effective when Jean does something good on the field.

When something goes wrong, the best method is not to go near him at all, because he expects punishment. They keep practice moving so Jean doesn’t have time to freeze, and then don’t sugarcoat it in the after practice huddle, but treat it like anyone else’s mistake

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anonymous asked:

Okay I'm not sure if you're cool with emotional stuff, but I mainly just want a reaction from Jin on learning his S/O had been emotionally abused as a child and was nervous about getting close because of a fear of accidentally abusing or being abused. It's cool for a short reaction. (Others are cool too, but I just want Jin cuz I need cheering up from my bias. o3o)

Hello beautiful anonie~ I know you requested a reaction, but I thought it worked better as a scenario, so I hope you don’t mind. And, since you requested it to be short, I wanted to get it out just as quickly as I would get out a short request, since it wouldn’t be fair to you to delay your request when you asked for it to be out quickly~ 

I also want you, and everyone else reading this, to know that I’m here if anyone ever wants to talk. Just message me or send me an ask anonymously if you want to vent. I’m not the best at giving advice, but I love to listen and offer what support I can <3 So, if you want to vent, or you would like me to do a scenario similar to this one with your bias, just message me~

Originally posted by synthbin

Title: The Right Time
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Members: Seokjin
Words: 1166 

Seokjin approached the plain door that he knew so well, dejected yet trying to stay positive. You’d been distant lately - hell, you’d been pretty distant since he’d met you, but since the two of you had gotten together, you’d only pulled away more - and he didn’t know what to think. Did you not like him? Had you only agreed to date him because you didn’t want to hurt him? Or, worse yet, had he done something to upset you?

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Sugar Daddy

harry misses being in a relationship and liam suggests an odd approach but harry doesn’t think its all that bad of an idea, especially when (y/n) tells him that she wants him to be her daddy. 

“…you just wanted me to be your daddy…”

part 2

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