how can you stand me

For the past four years, I have watched you do whatever you had to, whatever it took, to stop the people threatening this city. How can you stand there and not ask me to do the same thing?

One of the reasons I fell in love with you is because you were always willing to do what was right, no matter what the cost, even if it’s unbearably hard. It’s what makes you YOU. So how can I be any different? 

You have sacrificed your soul for the team and for the city and for me. You don’t have to carry that burden any longer. Let me do it.

—  Felicity’s perspective, Arrow 5x19

anonymous asked:

Why Gamzee? Let you list the ways... (I genuinely want to know) #not judging

why not gamzee tho jkgndskjngds

ok well i didnt really Choose how to feel tbh im mostly clueless considering hes not even rly,,,,,,, my type,,,, ?? ? i mean !!! i lov !! floofy hair but the first time i saw his sprite i thought it was ugli af just like the others nO OFFENSE KGJDNSGJDSN

but putting appearences aside i. thought he was rly nice and funny but i also could relate to him on a deeper level (i sorta answered somethin like this here) which is kindof Personal, i wont give details on that

TC: oThEr ThAn I bE cHeCkIn OuT hOw My BeSt MoThErFuCkIn FrIeNd Is At Yo.
TC: YoU SaY iT pReTtY mUcH eVeRy TiMe We TaLk YeAh.
TC: but uh, i don’t have to…
TC: uhhh see?
TC: but i mean man this feels so motherfuckin unnatural and shit.
TC: YoU jUsT gOt To Be GoInG wItH wHaT fEeLs RiGhT aT wHeRe YoUr HeArT’s Up In, YoU kNoW?

TC: iT’s LiKe, AlRiGhT, cOmPuTeRs, RiGhT?
TC: WhAt ThE fUcK?
TC: mIrAcLeS iS wHaT.

TC: yOu KnOw HoW iT iS wItH fAmIlY.
TC: Oh YeAh…
GC: >:]
TC: sOoOoOoOrY.

TC: jUsT gIvE mE a MiNuTe!
GC: G4MZ?????
TC: WhAt?
TC: oH mAn SoRrY.
TC: I sPaCeD oUt, DiD yOu KnOw HoW bEaTuFuL tHe SoUnD oF tHe OcEaN iS?
TC: hAvE yOu EvEr EvEn SeEn ThE oCeAn?
TC: oR i MeAn SmElLeD iT…
TC: SoRrY.

buoy i hate/love reading his convo with eq but here have some Highlights™

TC: MoThErFuCkIn SpIlL iT, dOn’T bE aLl KeEpIn ThAt ShIt BoTtLeD uP

TC: ThAt’S cOoL, i CaN’t AlL bE mAkInG nOt EvErYbOdY hApPy AlL tHe TiMe.
TC: iF wE eVeR mEt I cOuLd BaKe YoU a FuCkIn PiE aNd We CoUlD cHiLl AnD mAyBe We’D bE bEtTeR bRoS tHaT wAy.

TC: I mEaN, yOu GoT tO sHoW sOmE fAiTh In YoUr FrIeNdS, cAuSe ThEy’Re AlL tHe OnEs WhO’rE bEiNg To LoOk OuT fOr YoU.
TC: sO fUcK iF yOu SaY i’M nOt DoInG tHe ShIt RiGhT, tHeN wHaT tHe MoThErFuCk Do I kNoW!

TC: aW sHiT bRo, I dOn’T wAnT tO bE aLl LiKe To DiSaPpOiNt YoU!
TC: WhAt CaN i Do To MaKe A bRoThEr FuCkIn ShApE hIs ShIt Up?
TC: iF i CoUlD mAkE yOu SmIlE iT’d Be ThE bEsT fUcKiN mIrAcLe I eVeR dId PaRt Of.

TC: It’S cOoL wE cOuLd AlL uP aNd MoThErFuCkIn OpEn Up A lItTlE bIt WiTh EaCh OtHeR.
TC: lIkE bRoS.
TC: If ThErE’s StUfF yOu WaNt To GeT oFf YoUr ChEsT dUdE, lIkE i SaId I’m FuCkIn HeRe FoR a MoThErFuCkEr.

CT: D –> I have lots of thoughts, but they’re difficult to communicate
CT: D –> If you’ll listen
TC: sUrE! :oD

TC: ArE YoU SuRe i cAn’t hElP A bRoThEr Up iNtO HiS MoThErFuCkIn cHiLl?

TC: SnAtCh aN IcEcOlD, dOg
TC: MoThErFuCkIn cHuG ThAt sHiT LiKe yOu aNd tHe bOtTlE WaS ReUnItEd lOvErS

but rly tho why not gamzee !!!! hes always trying 2 be there for his friends even tho they treat him like crap except for tav and some others we didnt really see interact/have conversations with him :^\ i lov the way he sees things and . says things idk

TC: I WaSn’t tHe dUdE Of tImE
TC: ThE MoThErFuCkIn
TC: BaRd oF
TC: FuCk
TC: I FoRgOt :o(

while im at it i’d jst like to point out how harmless ppl think he is and i think its cool bc it fuckin says A Lot about how suddenly he did a fuckin 180º turn on his personality after lookin into lil cal’s eyes 👀👀👀


anyway idk hes p great i guess my 13-14 yr old self just appreciated all of this Too hard, my friends and a certain gam ask blog didnt help either GDNSDKN

TL;DR: gam’s A+++++++ hes great i lov him have a good day/night

  • steve: wait when will i see you again
  • bucky climbing into the cryo chamber: the future
  • steve: NO,, last time you said that you died
  • bucky: *fingerguns* almost died
  • steve: f r e e z e h i m

The thing is, Robert and Aaron were never a fairytale romance. They weren’t at the start, or at the middle, and god knows they won’t be a fairytale when they reach their inevitable end.

It’s not always an easy thing to accept, that a couple you love, that has been made amazing and incredible and, well, fairytale-esque is something that is spoiled, or that can be spoiled.

Neither Robert nor Aaron are heroes in their fairytales. They’ve both messed up in some way at some time or another, and they will again. They will hurt each other and themselves and their families. They are not heroes of a fairytale.

But that doesn’t mean they can’t still be heroes. For me, heroes aren’t people who do no wrong, but people who overcome obstacles. Not all of you will agree with me, and that’s fine. I don’t expect you to. My own personal viewpoint is that Aaron and Robert’s relationship is real. They haven’t been living in a bubble this whole time, blind to the world and all of its hardships. They’ve suffered along the way, they’ve hurt each other along the way. And yet they still manage to come through. They still manage to overcome the obstacles, even though they’re sometimes up against unbelievable odds.

If you don’t have darkness, you can’t see the light. That is a cliche and one that doesn’t always ring true. But I hope in this case, for Robert and Aaron, it does. They were never a fairytale. They never purported to be. What they are, are two men trying to fumble and trip their way through the darkness, and help each other out of the other side, into the light.

Blinded || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Word Count: 1.4k 

Genre: Fluff

It was the first time he had seen somebody like you. Somebody who he instantly disliked, somebody he knew he would never get along with. It was like no matter how many people told him that you were a good person he didn’t care. Min Yoongi hated you, and nothing would change that.

Which was why it was such a shock to him when one day he walked into the coffee shop, and saw you sitting there alone. There was something about the way you sat, and stared at the world around you that made everything he thought he knew change.

Suddenly, the hatred he felt towards you changed. It was like something within him decided to let go and he couldn’t place what it was. His eyes went wide and before he could stop himself he was running out of the coffee shop.

There was silence around him now as he sat in the empty recording studio. He had run right here after seeing you, and now he was staring at the wall, thinking over everything that he had made himself believe. He thought back to everything he had known about you, realizing that none of it was true.

He thought you were annoying, he thought you weren’t pretty, he thought you were clingy, he thought you were loud. Looking back at all of the times he had told you to shut up, or all the times he had said something rude and mean to you made his stomach churn now.

It made him want to throw up, looking back at the way tears had come into your eyes, how he would make you run away from him and the other guys because of how mean he was. He remembered the one time, the time that was different then all of the others, and he felt so stupid.

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❝ I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change.
I am changing the things I cannot accept.❞

- A N G E L A   D A V I S

↳ for @girlsvstrump

she really thought

Breathe (Laf x Reader)

AN: another late and short one! my bad!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: Anonymous- 94 with laf? (94. “I had a bad dream again.”)

Warnings: death ish 

Word Count: 1,481

Gilbert was two hours late from work, without a call or text about why. You were curled up on the couch nursing a mug of tea, trying to stay awake. These were your least favorite nights. Anything could have happened to him. All you could do was run through all of the possibilities until he got home.

You had tried talking Gilbert out of being a firefighter countless times, but he needed the danger, or something stupid like that. The other guys on his shift were fucking idiotic danger junkies who were going to get him killed. Although, once you thought about it, they were really just early-twenty-some guys. All the guys you had come across thus far in life were idiots. You just wished your boyfriend could have been an idiot in a safer environment.

After a while, you grew too anxious to keep sitting, so you got up to start making another kettle of tea. You filled the kettle and jumped up on the counter while you waited for the water to heat up. You couldn’t put your phone down. It didn’t take long for you to get distracted by old texts between Gilbert and yourself. When you had first met, he was still getting the hang of English and mixed up a lot of common phrases. You teased him for it, but it was really cute. A part of you thought that he only mixed up phrases later because he knew it would put you in a better mood.

“Fuck!” you shrieked when the kettle whistled. “Holy shit!”

“My love? What’s wrong?” Gilbert called from the mudroom.

“Gilly?” you jumped off the counter and moved the kettle off of the burner before you ran to meet Gilbert. When he went to hug you, he lifted you up off the ground a little.

“Are you okay?” he kissed the top of your head.

“Am I okay?” you shook your head. “You’re late. And you didn’t call or text. It’s late, Gilbert. You should ha-”

He kissed you deeply. You were mad that he cut you off at first, but he was too damn good of a kisser. It really wasn’t fair.

“Shall we go to bed? You look tired. And as you said, it is late,” Gilbert kissed you again quickly.

You stifled a yawn. “Sure, babe.”

He smirked down at you for a minute before he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you laughed.

“You’re just so small,” he shrugged a little and started for the the bedroom. “I can’t help it.”

“What do you mean, ‘I can’t help it?’ You just- don’t pick me up like this. It’s not hard,” you grunted, squirming a little.

“You always talk about how lazy you are. I’m just helping you,” Gilbert set you down gently on the bed. “You’re already in my pajamas, but I need to change.”

“Mm, once we moved in, your clothes became our clothes,” you said, watching Gilbert closely as he started stripping.

“Do you like what you see?” he waggled his eyebrows.

You pretended to think about it. “I’m not sure. I think I like Alex more.”

“That gay little piece of shit?” Gilbert gasped. “How can you stand to hurt me so?”

“I’m just a shameless heartbreaker,” you sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the bed.

Gilbert pulled on a loose pair of sweatpants on and joined you. “Oh, most definitely.”

“Do you not think so?” You turned your head to the side. The two of you locked eyes, suddenly not able to joke anymore.

“Je t'aime,” Gilbert whispered. You kissed him softly until you yawned into his mouth, ruining the moment completely.

“Why are you like this,” Gilbert said in a strained voice.

“I don’t know,” you winced. “Let’s just sleep and pretend like it didn’t happen, yeah?”

He nodded quickly and pulled you against his chest. “I love you anyway,” he said, back to a whisper. You kissed his chest lightly. You were asleep almost immediately, though it didn’t last very long.

Across the street from you, a large building was engulfed in flames. You tried to call for someone else, but nothing happened. The same result came from trying to move. All you could do was stand and watch. You heard sirens coming from behind you and saw what seemed like truck, after truck, after truck park in front of the building. You looked closely as people began filing out of the trucks. A little ways down the line, you saw someone who looked familiar. Gilbert.

Your stomach fell instantly and you tried to yell for him, forgetting that you weren’t able to make a sound. This was one of the few things you never wanted to see, and now you were stuck watching it, unable to do anything about it. Suddenly you had a clear view of Gilbert and the building. Of course he was the first one in. He was so brace and you felt so selfish for not wanting him to do this, but you couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was going to happen.

People began staggering slowly out of the building one by one. A few minutes later and Gilbert still hadn’t come out. And then you noticed people yelling. They were ushering everyone away from the building. You tried asking what was happening, forgetting yet again that you were stuck, a silent observer. Your heart began to race as you saw parts of the building beginning to crumble.

Gilbert was still inside.

That was all you could think.

Someone get him.

Larger chunks began falling and everyone’s faces were frozen in a look of passiveness. Almost like they didn’t care that people were still in there.

Help him!

People began running and you were stuck. Chunk after chunk after chunk were falling.

Let me go in and get him!

And then the building collapsed in on itself.


A scream finally tore from your throat.

“Gilly!” you sobbed. Gilbert’s arms tightened around you as you shook uncontrollably.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he sat up slowly and pulled you into his lap, rocking you gently. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I had a bad dream again,” you gasped between sobs.

“Breathe, love. It’s okay, I promise. Breathe,” Gilbert pressed kisses into your hair.

You couldn’t breathe. It should have been one thing you could do, but all you could manage was short, shallow gulps of air. They weren’t doing much for you.

“Love, please,” he rubbed your arms and pressed more kisses into your hair, think for a minute. “Can you repeat after me?”

You nodded a little. This didn’t seem like the time, but whatever.

“Coin,” Gilbert murmured.

You took as deep a breath as you could. “Corner.”

“Le magasin,” he kissed your jaw.

“I don’t-,” you tried to slow your breaths more and think. “Store?”

He nodded. You felt him smile as he kissed you neck lightly.

“Ampoule,” he murmured against your skin, waiting for your response. “Breathe. Ampoule.”

“Bulb,” you said after a minute.

He squeezed you comfortingly. “Three out of three! You did good!”

“Well,” you mumbled.

“What?” Gilbert kissed your neck again.  

“Superman does good, you do well,” you explained. He nodded, but you knew he didn’t understand.

“Do you want to do a little more? You’re still shaking, love,” he asked and waited until you nodded before he started again. “Chaleur.”

“H-heat,” you looked down at the mattress, trying not to start crying again.

“Hier soir,” he turned you in his lap and wiped your cheeks. “Hier soir.”

“Last night,” you couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face, so you stared at his chest.

“Douleur,” Gilbert tilted your chin up gently.

Your voice got caught in your throat. “Pain,” you whispered.

“Good, love. You’re doing so good,” he kissed your forehead. “Appelle-moi.”

“Call me. Which you should have done earlier,” you grumbled.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. “Bleu.”

“Blue,” you played with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Easy.”

“Aime-moi,” he rested his hands on your thighs and rubbed them slowly.

“Love me,” you replied.

“Already do,” he kissed you, smiling with maybe a little cockiness.

“How do you say ‘kiss me?’” you rested your hands on his hips. “Not that I usually have to ask.”

“Embrasse moi. And you don’t have to ask because I don’t think we should deny ourselves the simple pleasures in life,” Gilbert shrugged.

“Mm. And how do you say ‘hold me?’” you yawned.

Gilbert laid back and you moved to lay with your head on his chest. He yawned as he wrapped his arms back around you. “Serre moi,” he responded a minute later.

“Thank you, Gilly,” you whispered.

“Anything for you, my love,” he whispered back. He rubbed circles on your side with his thumb, smiling contentedly when you began snoring quietly. He stayed up long enough to watch the sunrise.

EXO: late night adventures


-  so he’d text you in the middle of the night bc he can’t sleep, and practically drags you out of your bed to go to the grocery store that’s opened 24/7
-  and he’s like babe…ilysm idk how you can stand me and my randomness but I really couldn’t sleep bc I kept thinking about you and tbh I was coming over anyway and I just needed an excuse
-  so now you’re drinking your third slushy and he’s talking about getting married and traveling the world with you
-  whenever you’d scoff at his wild suggestions, he’d move closer to you on the pavement and put his arm around you
-  "I’m serious. Then I wouldn’t have to take like 3 busses just to come over to your place, and we can finally have our own slushy machine to make them at 1 in the morning, jagi"

Originally posted by sehunpictures


-  he was working late in the studio one night and asked you not to wait up for him, but you thought you’d surprise him (low key you just wanted to watch him dance)
-  so after hugging you for an hour, he leads you to one of their studios since there’s no one there at this late hour, and shows you this new track they’ve been working on
-  and he’s so mesmerized by your expression and smile, and the way you’re nodding your head to the beat
-  and he’s thinking ‘why don’t I invite her to the studio more often??? …oh yeah bc I’ve got those flock of puppies to look after’
-  after spending some hours goofing off and making diss tracks about each other, he saves it onto a flash drive and sleepily heads home with you

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


-  Yixing had just come back from a long schedule in China, and he’s so happy to finally be back in your arms and your shared apartment
-  neither of you could sleep, despite the late hour, so he suggests taking you to this place he discovered while out with the boys one day
-  it’s an abandoned building, where you both sat on the roof and stared at the night sky of the city
-  he’d smile in awe as you yawn and lean your head on his shoulder, but you two would keep talking until there’s nothing left to talk about
-  he’d protectively wrap his arms around you when the sun started to rise, and whispers to you that he wants to come here every night from now on (sike, it’s too cold yixing, you’re lucky I love you)

Originally posted by deerxings


-  you’d just finished watching a midnight viewing of this new movie, and both of you were now standing outside the theater, with baekhyun’s lips lazily tracing your jaw and neck 

-  "y/n, what do you say we go back inside and watch another movie?“ He asks mischievously. “Didn’t you say you spent your last dollar on those twizzlers???”
-  and he’s like “well, I said nothing about paying for our tickets. Let’s go.” Lmao he’d drag you back inside and tries to act nonchalant
-  you’d pretend to be looking at the schedules for the movies and avoid all the workers until you get close enough to the entrance near the ticket line
-  he’s like an actual puppy and he’s holding your hand while running over to the nearest movie playing. It just so happened to be the same movie you just watched…nice going

Originally posted by realqcy


-  he wouldn’t do anything too wild, probably suggest a karaoke match-off when you tell him that you can’t sleep, and this is great bc he can’t focus on his work either 

-  so this is a much needed break. Plus, it’s a chance to show off his vocal skills and have you rolling your eyes
-  pulls you in his arms during duets and stares into your eyes and he’s basically serenading you
-  might take it too seriously and go full *exo chen* mode, with the dance routines and everything
-  and although he’s mostly playing their songs now, you can’t help but to sing badly along with his angelic voice and you finally understand why opposites attract  

Originally posted by exoxoolf


-  he takes you out to an amusement park and you two would spend the whole day together, not realizing that it’s REALLY late now but neither of you wanna go home 

-  so since they’re gonna be open all day and all night, might as well make it a night to remember
-  you’d ride the ferris wheel so many times, to the point of the vendor just going “look, there’s literally no one here but you so idc, yall can go on it as much as you like, just press this button and wake me up when you’re done”
-  he’d be pointing at the random buildings in the city and claim that’s your apartment, that’s where you’re gonna live next, and that’s where you’re gonna have your kids playing in the backyard
-  ofc with his arms wrapped around you, he’d keep whispering cheesy stuff in your ear and kissing you every now and then

Originally posted by defbeoms


-  not the type to do this often, but he sees you’re really stressing over your work and offers to take a walk with you around the area 

-  he’s loving the fact that no one’s awake at this hour, and it’s just you two walking peacefully, hand in hand
-  would get butterflies in his stomach when you shiver and move even closer next to him, then he’d offer his jacket and wrap it tightly around you, all while scolding you for not bringing one
-  he’d suggest stopping at a local ice cream shop and buys you your favorite flavor
-  when you try and mess with him by placing some on his nose, you better run bc you’re about to be attacked with tickles and kisses

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


-  late night adventures are a constant thing in your relationship and you couldn’t live without them, esp when he’s always suggesting random places to visit in the middle of the night, like the park near your place
-  you’d be childishly playing on the swings as he loudly cheers you on from the top of the slide
-  having dance battles in the sandpit, and flicking sand on him to mess him up (nice try, he can’t mess up even if he tries)
-  once you’ve settled down and sat on the benches, you’d cuddle into him as he quietly talks about his childhood and how he always used to come to the park and mess around
-  then ruin the moment by randomly giggling at some random memory he had and now he can’t stop slapping your knee and wheezing

Originally posted by j-jennie


-  he’d be hella sassy and tell you to bother someone else since you can’t sleep. Then he’d be like aw I took it too far, she just wants to hang out with me
-  so he’d be like alright, let’s go to the beach, jagi, bc what could go wrong this late at night? So you’d happily walk over to the beach near your shared place, and he’d immediately proceed to take off his shirt and dive into the freezing water
-  you’d take out your phone and take hella pictures of his dorky self, and threaten to post them if he doesn’t stop and come sit next to you
-  after trying aegyo and failing, he’d dry off and use your body head to warm him up bc he was too dumb to bring a change of clothes
-  it would be really peaceful, sitting closely to him and listening to the sound of the calming waves and the complaints of your freezing boyfriend

Originally posted by wooyoung

The signs colors

Aries: I know you as a coal black, in the way you move, the way you dress in all black on cold days.
I see you are bright red, like the hats you have in your closet, or the room in your house that is all red, the energy you wear on your shoulder.

Taurus: I know you as a dusty blond, like the hair on your head, like the sweet little grin on your face.
I see you as olive green, in the dark shirts you always wear and the words you always use.

Gemini: I know you as chocolate brown, in the way you fly across the room and your lush laughter.
I see you as sunshine yellow, in the smile that takes up your entire face and the sweetest way you say “Hello.”

Cancer: I know you as deep red, in the richness of your voice, the wiseness of your choice.
I see you as pastel pink, the color you’d never wear but deep down underneath the softness of pink lays right there.

Leo: I know you as aquamarine blue, in the way you give the warmest hugs and chew gum through out the day.
I see you as honey yellow, how you always know how to make others smile and all the stories you tell.

Virgo: I know you as the softest gray, like a sweater wrapped around me, warming me with kind words.
I see you as violet, your least favorite shade of purple but your favorite color nonetheless, the soft ways you look across the room.

Libra: I know you as soft tan, a sweet warming smile when you see me, the best feelings in the world when you hug.
I see you as hot pink, in your electric personality, the way you talk so loudly, the charm in your words.

Scorpio: I know you as navy blue, the deepest thoughts up in the midnight sky, the way your mind works like a ticking clock.
I see you as the darkest black, how you have a sass reply, you know your way around like you’ve lived forever on.

Sagittarius: I know you as bright green, in the hum of your laugh, the jokes you share, the biggest grin at the table.
I see you as shocking orange, how you are never afraid to stand out, always the bravest of them.

Capricorn: I know you as the brown of coffee, in the way your words can be bitter yet warm me fully, how you are always standing tall.
I see you as soft cream, in the way you smile shyly yet don’t fear anything ahead, walk with confidence and share your pride.

Aquarius: I know you as lime green, in your loud voice entering the room, your opinions shouted across the table, the big grin filled with exuberance.
I know you as electric blue, how you talk thoroughly, your favorite color to wear, making your eyes shine bright.

Pisces: I know you as snow white, the innocence that lays upon your appearance, but the hidden secrets deep underneath.
I see you as pastel green, in the way your words have so much meaning and your thoughts have so much feeling.

Damaged - Arkhamverse!Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: do you do arkham verse!jason? because if so I’d love a fluff fic where Jason is super hesitant over the J scar on his cheek, and reader just comforts him and is like “it’s a part of you, and I love all of you”

You were in complete and utter bliss. You felt like you had slept enough in the first time in forever, you were in a comfortable bed with a man that you loved. Life couldn’t get much better than this.

You’ve been awake for a while but there’s no way you’d let Jay know that. You were lying ‘asleep’ on his bare chest. He was awake and gently running his fingers, you could practically feel his affectionate gaze fixed on you. What felt like hours later Jason pressed a kiss to your forehead, his stubble tickling your skin, and slid out from under you. You kept your eyes closed but you could hear water running in the bathroom. You smiled to yourself, reveling in the domesticity of it all.

After a while you decided to get up and get ready for the day. You padded over to the bathroom and joined Jason in your morning routine. Jason was in the process of shaving while you stood by his side brushing your teeth. When he got to the ragged ‘J’ on his cheek, his fingers hesitated and he set down his razor and just stared at his reflection.

You’ve seen that look in his eyes far too many times to count. You smiled sadly and him and stepped behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. You rested your cheek against his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss at the back of his neck.

“How can you even stand to look at me?” Jason whispered, glaring at the grotesque scar that served as a painful reminder his his past. You said nothing but started placing slow kisses along his neck and shoulder. You slipped between him and the bathroom counter and kissed every centimeter or his skin. Along his neck, his apple, his jawline, his chin, his lips, before you finally reached up and placing a soft kiss to his scar.

“I love you, Jay. It’s a part of you and I love all of you.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. He let his eyes slide closed and his eyebrows creased together. You couldn’t imagine what sort of torture was flashing through his mind.

“Come back to bed.” You encouraged, intertwining your fingers with both of his hands and guiding him back towards the bedroom. You showered him with gentle affection, making sure to pour all the love you possibly could into your kisses.

“I’m damaged [Y/N].” Jason whispered vulnerably.

“You’re perfect.”

anonymous asked:

Can you please write number 12 from February prompt with Raphael? Hope it's bot too late. Thank you very much 😘

Raphael Santiago - “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside”

Drops of rain were rolling down the window. Flashes of lightning brightened the sky once every few minutes. The sound of thunder overpowered the soft music playing in the background.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen an old turntable, but you had to admit that what they said was true. You had never heard jazz music sounding as beautifully as it sounded right now.

“Would you like to stay tonight?” Raphael cocked his head while his hand played with his wine glass. His other arm was draped around your shoulders and he smiled a lazy smile when you looked up at him.

“I wish I could…” You licked your lips. You had learned to ignore the smell of blood. Just like you had learned that Raphael Santiago was truly the gentleman he had pretended to be when you had first met him. “My mom kills me when I don’t come home. She’s not as fond of you as I am, I’m afraid.” You took a deep breath. “Not that I’m looking forward to end up soaked, but that’s a different story.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not a warlock, love.” Raphael spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper and his finger played with a strand of your hair. “I could have portaled you home.”

“Don’t be sorry about not being a warlock.” You pushed yourself up a little and placed your hand on his chest. “You’re amazing just the way you are. You don’t have to be another species, you don’t need to be another gender, you don’t need to have a different sexuality. You are who you are and I love you because of that.”

“Sometimes I wonder how I ended up deserving you.” Raphael stood up from his seat and held out his hand to help you to stand up too. “How someone like you can see me in such a different light as the rest of the world.”

You smiled and your cheeks started to blush. “You, Raphael Santiago, deserve the world and even more.” You cocked your head and the back of your hand touched his cheek. “It’s a pity that’s something I can’t give you.” The smile on your face faded, but Raphael cupped your face and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“You are my world and by giving me you you give me all I’ll ever need.” He stepped back again and for a long moment the two of you just stared at each other.

The clock was however ticking, the hands slowly moving closer and closer towards your curfew.

“I’m sorry that I can’t stay for the night.” You shrugged your shoulders and stepped back.

“There is no need to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to offer you a warm bed instead of the cold rain.” Raphael smiled at you and you couldn’t help smiling back. “I will bring you home, if you don’t mind and here, take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” He grabbed one of his expensive, but warm, jackets and helped you to put it on.

“Thanks, but you don’t need to go through the rain just to bring me home.” You shook your head, but Raphael already opened the door and he placed a hand on your lower back while he guided you outside.

“There is no chance of me letting you travel home on your own when the weather is like this.”

we of the lonely kind 

associated with, slash in the same ‘verse as touchstarved!lucy  although not essential reading to understanding this piece. more that i’m building to a larger piece w/in that ‘verse and this is a building block. 

warnings y’all tw for: referenced child abuse, panic attacks, minor blood. 

she hangs her jacket up on a hook, sets her helmet down and hears the soft padding of footsteps down the hall. when she looks up, it’s lucy, with eyes bright and concerned and not saying anything initially because she doesn’t need to,

not when the shadows in maggies eyes are this deep and dark.


“don’t you think you can just stand there and tell me how to do my job, lane.”

accompanied by the rough pushing in of a chair and there’s the dropping of a file onto the table, with lucy replying hotly

“why don’t you just come out and say it alex, you don’t think i have enough experience in the field to make the calls i’m supposed to make.”

and maggie?

she’s doing her best. she always does on the nights when work comes home with her partners. but this? this anger and this getting in each others faces, and this, explosiveness?

it makes maggie tremble. and it makes maggie shake. and maggie knows they probably aren’t even aware that she’s in the room at this point. and it’s not even really their fault. most of the time she has control of her past, she can choose if and when her demons surface in a public a space as their kitchen. tonight though? with her partners in each other’s faces, hands gesturing, bruises from the day shining across alex’s shoulders, their cheek,

lucy shouts something

“if you would just fucking listen to me,”

and maggie blinks,

she could be eight. she could be nine or eleven or fourteen. any number of ages, any number of years spent shrinking in the face of her parents argument haunting their house.

alex’s hand slams the table and maggie’s face stings with remembered cuts, the memories of bruises and hiding her face with long hair. maggie grips the drawer handle and focuses on the present, because her cheek isn’t burning, there aren’t bruises on her upper arms. it’s too much and too loud and too familiar all at once.

she can barely breathe.

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Sequel to the drunk-kiss fic here. Written mostly because @ikeracity asked me to.

When Charles woke, Erik was gone.

He told himself it was no more than he’d expected, and no more than he deserved—that really, there was no other way for this to go. At least he’d been spared having to watch Erik wake, and remember what he’d done, and recoil from it. With any luck, they could both just pretend that their ill-advised interlude hadn’t happened. They could still be friends, at least, if they could just—ignore it—

That was when he heard water running in the bathroom, and realized Erik hadn’t left at all. The awkwardness still had to be lived through.

Charles pulled himself to a sitting position, rubbing his face and trying to gather his strength. Trying to settle on a facial expression that would communicate to Erik that he didn’t expect anything from him, one that wouldn’t be sad or pleading or any of the things he wasn’t allowed to feel right now, things that were tearing their way out of his chest anyway.

And then it was too late, Erik was coming out of the bathroom, still toweling his hands and wearing nothing but the sunlight through the window. Charles didn’t know what his face looked like, he only knew that he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach.

Erik, seeing that he was awake, stopped in the bathroom doorway like a half-tamed animal, ready to flee back into the forest.

Charles took a breath. “It’s morning now.”


Charles found himself running a hand over his bare head again, and irritably shoved the offending hand under his leg. “Right then. Of course this won’t happen again, and really I see no reason why we can’t go on as we were—”

“What?” Erik stepped closer. “Why won’t this happen again?”

Flummoxed by the obviousness of the answer, Charles didn’t reply.

“Ah,” Erik said. “I'll… I’ll go then.” He brushed past the bed and began gathering his clothes. Charles fancied he didn’t even need telepathy to feel the waves of hurt and humiliation radiating from Erik’s mind.

“Erik, wait. Erik!”

Erik stopped moving, but kept his back to Charles. “Feelings change, Charles, I understand. Mine haven’t, but it's—fine. Like I said, I’ll go.”

“I don’t know how you can stand there and tell me your feelings have never changed when you married someone else. Someone you lost very recently and very traumatically. I’m trying to respect that!” Charles was horrified to hear his voice break. “I’m trying not to make things worse.”

“How much worse do you really think they can get, Charles?” Erik turned around at last, shoulders slumped and defeated. “I loved Magda—I still do—but she’s gone. Nothing I do or don’t do now changes that. Last night, for a little while, I felt like I might still be capable of… I don’t know. Wanting to live, instead of being grimly determined not to die. Don’t you dare sit there and tell me that was a mistake.”

You and I were always a mistake, Charles thought, and always will be. A mistake I’ll keep making over and over. “I love you,” he said, and more importantly, “Don’t go.”

Erik came back to the bed, and kissed him with as much anger as love. Charles didn’t mind that, not from Erik. What mattered was that he stayed.

Weather starters

“It feels fine to me.”

“How can you stand this weather?”

“It is way too hot out there/here.”

“Why didn’t you bring a coat?”

“You are not tracking mud inside!”

“Get inside before you freeze to death.”

“Don’t hug me, you’re all wet!”

“A little water never hurt anybody.”

“Come on, it’s just snow!”

“I need a ride, my car isn’t built for this weather.”

“I guess I’ll carry you so you don’t get your feet wet.”

“Please tell me you still have running water.”

“You’re not afraid of a little lightning, are you?”

“My house is flooded and I need a dry place to crash.”

“My good shoes are ruined!”

“Stop that, you’re getting water everywhere!”

“I bet I could ice-skate all the way home.”

“I almost died. No one should have to be out in this.”

“You can’t even drive well in good weather. Why would I ride with you now?”

“Are my legs still there? I can’t feel them.”

“I trusted you! You said it was warm out here.”

“Hold my hand. You’re so tiny I’m afraid this wind will blow you away.”

“Close the window!”

“Let’s wait until this stops.”

“Do not blame me if you catch a cold.”

“Aw, quit spoiling my fun. Snow is the best!”

“Do you really have to jump in every puddle we pass?”

“No, I don’t want to dance in the rain.”

“It too wet. Why don’t we do this another day?”

“I can’t see a thing in all this fog.”

Skate park / ed

I was going to a party with my family. Something i was dreading since the minute they told me we had to go. I was some birthday arty for my moms friend and I haven’t met anyone that will be there. Now, i not a shy girl but i am at the same time.

We arrived at the house and my mom, my 6 year old brother and i walked into the back yard. It was filled with screaming kids. Perfect. My brother ran to the other kids as I sat down at a picnic table and my mom talked to her friend in the kitchen. I walked my brother and the other kids until i noticed two teenage boys among them. They were almost identical, and very attractive. i smiled to myself and tried not to stare.

“Hi, I’m Cameron.” I heard a girl say as she sat in front of me. I smiled up at her.

“I’m Y/N” I said.

“How old are you?” She asked.

“16, and you?” I asked, shaking her hand.

“19, haha. So which one is yours?” She asked pointing at the pile of kids.

“They little boy in the blue shirt is my baby brother. What about you?” I asked, looking at the kids. The twins looked me and then at each other and smiled.

“The only ones who don’t look 6. those are my brothers.” She said laughing. I saw them stand up and start to walk over here. I quickly looked away and hid my blushy cheeks.

“Y/N, this is Ethan and Grayson. Guys this is Y/N” Cameron said. They sat across from me. I smiled.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” Grayson asked.

“My moms in the house and my brothers over there.” I said laughing nervously.

“Ah, baby watch?” Ethan asked.

“Not really, I’m just really protective of him I guess.” i said.

We all got to talking and i started to grow a crush on Ethan. The way he smiled at me, the way his hair laid perfectly on his head and the way he concentrated on who ever was speaking. Everything about him made me smile.

About an hour later. I was walking in the back yard with the twins.

“There’ a skate park not too far from here, you want to go?” Ethan asked me.

“i’m not that good at skating, but why not.” I said.

“You guys have fun.” Grayson said winking at Ethan.

“You’re not coming?” i asked

“I have to help Cameron with something.” He said. I shrugged my shoulders and looked back at Ethan.

“Shall we?” He asked. I nodded.

We walked to the skate park and he started skating as i watched.

“You want to try?” He asked skating to me..

“i’d hurt myself.” I said.

“no you wont, I’ll help you.” He said. He grabbed my hands and let me stand on the board. He stood in front of me and walked me along while holding onto his hips. He tried to let go but i almost fell causing me to grab onto his shoulders. he laughed at me and held me up again.

“Maybe you were right, but we can work on it.” He said. I smiled at him. He helped me off the skateboard and smiled at me. He went to go skateboard again and show off his tricks. I shook my head smiling and sat on the edge of the ramp.

Soon, more people were up there and he skated to me. He sat next to me.

“How did i do?” He asked kind of out of breath. He sat next to me, our shoulders touching.

“Good, except for that jump you almost missed earlier.” I said laughing. He laughed as well and smiled at me.

“Maybe we could do this again. This was fun.” He said. I nodded.

“You can teach me how to actually stand up on one.” I said. He laughed.

“I’d like that.” He said.

We walked back and exchanged numbers before i left. I couldn’t stop smiling on the way home. My mom wouldn’t stop asking questions.

I got home and laid on my bed, when my phone buzzed.

I had a really fun day with you. Maybe we could do that again. Maybe as a date? -Ethan


As a CSA survivor and someone who has worked in mental health, has a mental health certificate and as a mandated reporter, I have to say neither side is right in addressing the problems at hand. In Shigure’s defense, he had relatively stopped what was being spoken of in the call out post.

At the same time, many of those posts made me personally uncomfortable, but he toned it down, so I ignored it from there forward.

However, my thoughts on the matter is that he has never forced it on anyone, and having ‘body claims’ isn’t something I find entirely deterring. Sexualizing kids? That’s an issue, but again I’ve seen posts talk about girls and boys in manga and it’s always the girls that go unspoken of because thats ‘normal’.

Either way, I think Shigure’s shit is wrong, he needs to step up and if he’s going to do sexual shit keep it in DMs and away from others, i.e.  the posts, etc.

But if you are going to try to change someones opinions on something, you need to approach it with a level head and really, thoroughly discuss it.

One DM won’t change anything, and it doesn’t help to continue pursuing an abuser. Block them from your life, warn others on a personal level if you know them, but otherwise ‘call outs’ are a very, very bad idea.

I’ve been a victim of a ‘call out post’ that labeled me a lot of things I wasn’t, that abused the fact that no one knew me to make people hate me for 0 reasons other than because my ex was salty with me.

I can’t look at call outs seriously anymore.

So please. Try to communicate more and if you’re not in the mental state to do so yourself, please seek a mediator. I’m more than happy to be a mediator because often times they have to be unbiased and able to help each side thoroughly understand the other and force that common ground.

But stop with this thorough offense/defense, it’s not doing anything for anyone here. I was planning to stay out of this, but again, I have my opinions both ways but remain on an unbiased line. I’m the victim of abuse, near murder, you name it. Been there, done that, seen it.

I know the pain, I know the hardships, I know anxiety and how hard it is, and that’s why I implore all severely affected by this to seek either counseling, or attempt a mediation to come to terms on both sides.

Let Me Show You (Chubby!Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Prompt: “Obi-Wan or Padme with chubby reader?” 


You stood in front of the mirror, tracing a finger down the newest stretch mark scarring your torso. You bit your lip as it began to quiver with the weight of the tears forming in your eyes. One more mark. You’d thought you were doing better. You’d tried dieting, and exercise, and counting every goddamn calorie that wormed its way into your body, and yet here you were, in front of a mirror you still hated.

Suddenly, you were broken out of your stare-down with your reflection as you heard the door to your apartment slide open. Only one other person had a key, and you knew who it was even before he called out your name. He was home from his mission early; usually, this fact would make you smile and go rushing into his arms. But you didn’t want to see him today - or, rather, you didn’t want him to see you.

“(Y/N)?” your lover’s accented voice called out. You heard the whooshing of his robes as he walked further in. “I’m sorry for barging in, but I knocked a few times and I didn’t get an answer.”

Quickly wiping your eyes and letting your shirt fall back down to cover your stomach, you practiced smiling in the mirror before walking out to see Obi-Wan standing in your living room.

Looking up, he gave a smile of his own, though you could tell his was more genuine than yours. How could he be so happy, with someone as ugly as you as a lover?

“There you are,” he grinned, stepping closer and drawing you into a tight embrace. “Stars, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you sighed, burying your face into his shoulder and inhaling his scent.

You felt him stiffen, and for the first time, you cursed how perceptive he was to your moods.

“Dear one,” he murmured, pulling away to look down at you, concern written across his features. “You’re…sad. More than that, you’re devastated. What happened? Are you alright?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you closed it as you felt fresh tears well up behind your eyelids, and you looked down, hoping he wouldn’t see.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, but your voice trembled, betraying your true feelings. Eyebrows furrowing even more, Obi-Wan gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted your head up. Upon seeing his beautiful eyes, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. He was so beautiful; he could have any woman in the galaxy. Why would he choose you?
“You’re not fine,” he insisted. “Now, please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing-”

“Now why would someone cry over nothing?” he interrupted. Grabbing both of your hands, he pulled you to the couch, guiding you to sit beside him. Turning to face you, he gently cupped your cheek. “Please, my love?”

Sighing, you let your eyes close, leaning into his touch, debating whether or not to open up to him. In the past, you’d somewhat expressed your insecurities, but he’d quickly shush you, telling you that you were beautiful to him and that such worries were unfounded. But you never believed him; how could you, when you’d experienced a lifetime of the world telling you otherwise?

“I…I don’t…”

You struggled with your words, wondering how you could even start to list everything that was wrong. Looking over his face, finally you simply gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, revealing the newest stretch mark making its way down your side.

Looking down, you watched Obi-Wan’s blue eyes trace down it, but his face remained the same, not betraying any emotion.

“Are…you trying to tell me your stomach hurts?” he asked, and you threw your shirt down, sighing in frustration.

“Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“Obi-Wan, you know what I’m talking about.”

“No, (Y/N),” he protested. “Honestly, I don’t. Would you mind enlightening me?”

“I have another stretch mark!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Right there, running down my side.”


“So I’m fat, and my body is disgusting, and-”

“Oh, for the love of-” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “This again? (Y/N), I’ve told you that I love your body. There is nothing disgusting about-”

“No,” you suddenly yelled, surprising the both of you with your outburst. Mouth still slightly opened, his voice fell silent upon hearing you, and you took the opportunity to finally explain how you feel.

“No,” you repeatedly quietly. “You don’t get it. I… have no idea how you can stand the sight of me, much less want me. I’m overweight and have curves in all the wrong places; I’m not pretty like other girls. And you know… People say that you need to love yourself, that you’re beautiful no matter what, but those people are prettier than me, and they don’t know what it’s like to look the way I do. And you…you’re so beautiful, Obi-Wan. You could be with anybody else; you don’t have to be stuck with a sad, fat girl who hates herself.”

For a long moment, Obi-Wan sat in silence, simply looking at you with an astonished expression you’d only seen a few times before. Sighing, you bowed your head as more tears fell, and you wiped them away with your sleeve, not knowing what else to say.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Obi-Wan get up. You didn’t move or look up, however, until you felt his arms wrap around you, and suddenly you were in his arms, being carried bridal-style into your bedroom.

“Stop,” you said, trying to push him away. “I’m too heavy.”

“I’m strong in both body and in the force, love,” he murmured, and you realized he was using the force to help him hold you. You felt even worse at this fact, and you hid your face in his chest with shame until he set you down on your feet in front of your full-length mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, but you refused, looking down at your feet.

“Do as I say,” he added, and something in his tone made you lift up your eyes. There you were, standing there with Obi-Wan behind you. You watched his hands raise up, and you felt his fingers slowly run through your hair.

“Your hair feels like silk, you know,” he whispered. “It’s one of the first things I noticed after I kissed you for the first time.” His finger moved around to your front, his wrists resting on your shoulders as his hands traced down your jawline.

“I noticed your eyes the first time we met,” he then stated. “How deep they are, how there’s an intelligence constantly flickering behind them. And your nose…” A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Your nose is adorable to me. And your lips are perfectly shaped to fit against mine. They feel like rose petals, and the way you bite them when you’re thinking about something makes me want to steal you away to my bed and keep you there for hours.”

A deep blush tinted your cheeks. “Obi-Wan, what are you-”

“Your neck is the perfect canvas for love bites,” he pressed on, running his hands over it briefly. Then, his hands found their way to your breasts, running down them gently. “And I know you don’t like these, for some reason I’ve never been able to fathom. Personally, I think they’re neither too big or small; to me, they’re magnetic, and I could spend all day looking at them, touching them, licking them, biting them.”

His hands traced lower still, hiking your shirt up until he was sliding it completely off. Then, his palms mapped out your torso, skimming down your sides and over your stomach. Goosebumps raised up everywhere he touched, and your eyes drifted over his face in the mirror as he spoke.

“I know that this world is a cruel place,” he stated. “But they’re all idiots if they can’t see your beauty. You’re bigger than other girls; it’s just a fact. But it’s also a fact that you fit in my arms perfectly. It’s a fact that I think you’re beautiful, and sexy, and the most desirable person alive. You’re soft, and supple, and I’ll believe that, with all my heart, until we’re both old, until I draw my last breath. I love you, and I’m completely obsessed with your body.”

You let out a shuddering sigh, new tears falling down your cheeks for an entirely different reason. Turning around, you cupped his face and kissed him, pouring your heart into it, willing him to see how much his words meant and how much you loved him.

“I love you,” you whispered, finally pulling away after several long moments. His eyes met yours, and his voice nearly cracked with the sincerity behind his words.

“And I love you, (Y/N).”