i hope for a happy ending for you

anonymous asked:

If you ever get time I would love a RTTE Hiccstrid positivity post. It would be great to get objective point view on things. Thank you in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day friend!

A positivity post is inherently subjective and focuses on uplifting as versus balanced perspectives, but I am more than happy to talk about some of the things I love about RTTE Hiccstrid! :)

  • It provides a sense of progression for Hiccup and Astrid’s relationship. At the end of HTTYD, we see Hiccup and Astrid share a kiss, demonstrate their initial interest in one another, but still act very much like the kids in the early stage of a crush. By the second film they’re a fully formed couple with deep connections. Whether or not people imagined Hiccstrid developing the way it did in RTTE, there is something nice to be said about filling in the gaps from Point A to Point B. Storytelling isn’t interesting when it’s flat… dynamic growths are, however, rather enjoyable experiences.

    In ROB/DOB it was clear Hiccup and Astrid liked one another and Astrid would sometimes take the impulsive step to kiss Hiccup… but it’s not like they talked about what they felt or really confronted it head-on. By RTTE, they care about one another and know one another very well… they just now are at the point they have to confront their emotions and do something about this. We see the growth as they do make that step toward one another and move into an increasingly comfortable and deep expressed care. They finally have the opportunity to take all the emotions they’ve had and have grown over the years… and live in the freedom of being with each other.

  • There are some very beautiful demonstrations of devotion and care to one another. While kissing and hugging are nice scenes for a romance, if that’s all there is, the romance can feel like a shallow physical attraction with no actual emotional chemistry. Hiccstrid has that chemistry, and they show some very beautiful moments of what it means to love one another. It’s not just about kisses (though those are nice): it’s about enjoying all the moments with each other… it’s about helping one another in times of struggles.

    Hiccup’s lines during “Blindsided” made a special impression on me. He did a very good job of supporting Astrid, trying to help her, and also showing that he was willing to be beside her through whatever they experienced. It was a very good way to show support through someone’s hard times. He acknowledged her problems rather than denying them, but also provided the sense of encouragement that she could do it, and that he would be there with her the entire way.

  • It shows some of the complications being in a relationship can have. Hiccup and Astrid don’t immediately become a perfect couple. They’re a lot more comfortable, balanced, and rooted by HTTYD 2 than they are in RTTE. Here, we see them sometimes go through disconnects in their own relationship… such as when Astrid is too nervous to talk to Hiccup because she fears she cannot provide him a proper betrothal gift.

    It’s nice to show that even good relationships that are growing into healthy and powerful things… are not Perfect. It’s nice to show that they especially do not start perfect. It’s nice to show how communication about worries rather than avoidance can draw each other together. It’s nice to show that they have fears about pleasing one another (a common fear I see in the early dating stage)… but that they’re able to comfort one another and help the other know they are loved.

    So we see Hiccstrid go through the glitches as well as the successes. We see how they get beyond those glitches. Showing how Astrid was insecure about the gift ultimately led to a good conclusion… that their relationship is far more than this one physical token. Having a firm, powerful, secure relationship takes effort and growth. We see the steps of that good growth with RTTE Hiccstrid.

Altogether Hiccstrid shows a sense of good growth. Hiccup and Astrid become attuned to what it means to be in a good relationship. I really like that. And who they become is a wonderful, supportive, and devoted couple who can stand by one another through the thick and the thin.

‘anything you want’ (bellamy blake au, part iv)

Plot: After your confession to Bellamy last week, things have been pretty on edge. You’ve been feeling guilty but all in all, you’re still set about wanting to leave, you’re still hurt. Will a face from your past bring you to change your mind? What about the sight of all your beautiful friends, excited as ever for this wedding?

Pairing(s): Well Jaha x Reader (formerly dating), Bellamy Blake x Reader (mentioned), John Murphy x Reader (friends), Lincoln x Octavia Blake

Warnings: dick Bellamy, angst, cringe-worthy fluff possibly?, language

A/N: sos sorry this isn’t a happy ending and it’s kinda cringe-worthy towards the end. i hope you don’t hate it. my expectations for this clearly aren’t so high. lol just don’t hate me after this pls (!!!!!!!!!!GIFS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!)

It’s been about a week since you told Bellamy about the wedding, about leaving, and you have been very on edge. The only other person you planned on telling was your friend John who, of course, lost his shit when you told him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” John yelled, in the middle of the bridal shop, as you told him about leaving. Granted, this probably wasn’t the best time, but you had to get it off your chest. You thought Bellamy would tell everyone the second he found out. Clearly, you were wrong.

“Would you lower your damn voice?” You grip his arm, sending the workers a tight-lipped smile as John continued to glare at you. “I don’t know. I can’t do this, John.”

“You can’t do what? Stuff your face with cake and reward yourself for single-handedly putting together the most beautiful wedding of all time?” He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair and you roll your eyes.

“Bellamy does his job, too, you know?”

“Right and what is his job, exactly?” John grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

“His job is to make sure I don’t fuck everything up, and as you can see, he’s doing a damn great job of it,” tears manage to make their way into your eyes and you shake your head, begging them not to fall.

“Y/N, come on,” John wraps his arms around you and you place your head against his chest, quick to wipe your tears as your friend comforts you. “He’s wrong. We all know it. And seeing as you haven’t even come close to screwing up, his job is pretty easy.”

“John,” you laugh and pull away. “Come on, let’s put a pin in this. Let’s just figure out the damn dresses. Someone screwed up the bill and they won’t let us have the dresses until it’s fixed.”

“Woah, the bride’s dress?”

“No, that one is fine. It’s the bridesmaids’ dresses,” you whisper quickly and John’s eyes widen.

“So yours–”

“Mine, too. I don’t know what to do. I feel guilty, but for all I know he’s blabbed and told everyone,” you shake your head, making your way to the manager.

“You should stay. Please,” John whispers, grabbing your hand in his. “I’ll save you a dance if you stay.”

“Save me a dance? Do I look like I accept handouts?” You raise a brow at John before you remember what you’re wearing: an off-white t-shirt and some black pants, messy hair, no makeup. “You know what? Don’t answer that just yet.”

John laughed and you did, too. Happy to be in his presence. John always made you feel better, he always made you laugh and always always always lifted your mood.

“Y/N?” You hear a voice call out your name and for a second, you think you’re going crazy. There’s no way it could be…

“Wells?” You whisper, time stopping as your eyes landed on your first love, your first heartbreak, your first everything.

“Hi,” he chuckles softly, nervously almost as he looks between you and John. “Hey, Murphy.”

“Hey. What are you doing here?” John looks at him with a hardened stare and you smack his chest, slightly embarrassed at his blunt question.

“It’s okay,” Wells laughs, watching you now. “I’m here for Octavia and Lincoln’s wedding. I got a last minute invite from Bellamy.”

“Oh,” you smile and do your best to contain your surprise. “That’s great!”

“Look, I know it’s awkward seeing each other, you don’t have to pretend it’s not. Especially with you two together, I get it–”

“Sorry what?” You furrow your brows as Wells points between you and John. “Oh, we’re not together. We’re friends, as always. But yes, it is awkward.”

“Oh, my mistake,” Wells laughs and shakes his head. “Sorry I always thought you left me for John.”

“Nope, unfortunately not,” John shakes his head, still glaring at Wells. “I just hate you for breaking her heart.”

“John Murphy stop that,” you turn around to face your friend. “None of that,” you look into your bag and pull out your wallet. “The receipt for the dresses is in there. Talk to the manager and see what went wrong. Please.”

“But–” you raise your brows at him and he shrugs. “Fine, you need anything let me know!”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” you laugh as John walks off with one last glare at Wells. “Sorry about that, he’s still overprotective.”

“That’s okay, I understand. We did leave things a little rocky between us,” he chuckles and you do the same, shaking your head as you think of your past.

“We did. Caused a huge ripple between all our friends,” you look up and give him a soft smile. “I’m glad Bellamy invited you. It’ll be a chance for you to catch up with everyone.”

“It’ll be a nice chance, yes. I was surprised to hear from him, though. He was always the most hostile towards me when we were together,” he chuckles at the memory and you shrug, giving him a look that said “sounds about right”.

“Yeah, that’s my fault. He never really cared for me, so anyone I was into, he hated them, too.” As you speak, a puzzled look makes its way onto Wells’ face. “What?”

“Bellamy always threatened me, said I didn’t deserve you, all of that. He sent me a few threatening messages after we broke up, too. I mean he and I didn’t get along before you and I dated, but he was hell to deal with,” Wells confessed, shrugging as he thought about it. “Well, things happen, right? I’m just glad to see you. You look better than ever.”

“Thank you,” you smile, trying to move past the whole Bellamy thing. “So do you. I’m glad you’re here.” You hear John raising his voice at the confused manager and give Wells an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry but we both know how this could end if I don’t intervene now.”

He smiles and you give him a kiss on the cheek before running off to John, hoping to resolve this issue before the place was set aflame. Wells watches you walk away, a content smile on his face as he’s finally at peace with you.

“Ladies, how do the dresses look? Does everyone fit fine?” You step out of your room with your dress on, holding the skirt up high so as not to step on it and make a fool of yourself. “Clarke, Raven, Lexa, Echo, Indra? How are you guys holding up?”



“Mine is a little too long!”

“My boobs are NOT this big!”


“Echo, Lexa, I will fix your dresses! Now can everyone please step out so I can see?” The girls slowly step out, holding their skirts up just as you have, a tired smile on all their faces matching yours. “Oh my god, you all look so beautiful!”

“Wow,” Echo smiles softly, staring at you. “You look breathtaking.”

“Echo, baby, thank you,” you smile warmly at your new friend, a blush rising in your cheeks despite the sinking feeling in your chest. “You’re all so gorgeous. I’m gonna cry if I stay in here any longer, so I’m gonna go check on the guys and see how they’re doing.”

The girls all laugh and you walk out  of the area, skirt still in hand and biting your lip as you ram into a hard chest. “Ow what the–”

“Are the girls good? Does anyone need any fitting?” Once again, you’re face to face with Bellamy’s chest and you have to take a step back.

“Echo and Lexa need some fitting, I’ll have the dresses fixed by Friday. How about the guys?” You maintained a steel exposure as Bellamy nodded.

“The guys are great. We had to find a last-minute suit for Wells but other than that, we’re great.”

“That’s perfect. I’m glad you invited him,” Bellamy nods, seeming off as you comment on Wells.

“So what are you going to do with your dress?”

“Return it, perhaps. I’m not sure yet.”

“You’ll be here for the rehearsal?”

“Yes, I will.”

“See you then,” Bellamy turns his back and walks away, leaving you relieved and slightly at odds. He was calm.

“Y/N! We need your help!” Alas, the girls wouldn’t let you think too much, so you rushed back to help them.

“Everything is ready, O,” you smile at your ever-beautiful friend.

“I know it’s just the rehearsal, but I’m so worried! I have this wierd feeling in my chest,” she gives you a concerned look and you stand behind her, both of you facing the large mirror in the dressing room.

“Every single person in this wedding will make sure that everything goes off without a hitch. I promise,” you kiss the top of her head and give her a soft smile which she returns. You quickly turn away, slowly but surely talking yourself out of leaving.

“Y/N?” O calls out and you turn around to see her with a sad look on her face. “I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Always, you know that,” you grab her hands and kiss her forehead. “Now come on, everyone is waiting for the bride.”

The rehearsal went by without a hitch. Everyone knew their placing, their jobs, the food was perfect. Sure, John tripped and almost got in a fist-fight with Raven but all in all, things could not have gone better. Just as everyone’s getting ready to leave, you hear the tapping of a glass.

“Before everyone leaves, I’ve got an announcement,” Bellamy drunkenly smiles out at the crowd and you feel your stomach turning. “It’s a little sad that it’s come to this, but I really can’t hold my tongue any longer,” his gaze turns to you and your eyes grow wide, everyone else’s smiles slowly dimming. “It’s a funny story, really. Y/N has decided to leave. She doesn’t want to be a part of the wedding anymore.”

You could hear a pin drop. Octavia turns to look at you, her brows pulled together at the middle and her mouth ready to ask you what the hell Bellamy was talking about. Luckily, or maybe unluckily for you, Bellamy didn’t give her the opportunity.

“Seems like she can’t take the truth, she can’t take the fact that we all know what a screw up she is,” Bellamy’s smirk widens as John makes his way next to you, ready to storm the stage. You slowly shake your head, stopping him from making things worse. “Y/N can’t handle the pressure of putting together a wedding, of working alongside me, so she decided to leave. Maybe she still has feelings for me, who knows? I mean we only spent one night together, and sure, it was hot, but that’s all it was, Y/N. Get over it. I said some sweet things and got in your pants, come on.”

You can feel your skin heating up, Wells’ gaze meets yours, unsure as to what’s happening. Your hands ball into fists as Bellamy makes his way down the stage and over to you.

“Or maybe it’s because she felt guilty about it, after all she had only recently broken up with Wells. And we all know Wells and I never got along,” Bellamy stops in front of you, a smirk on his face. “So maybe she slept with me to spite him and then it ate away at her perfect little soul. Because she knows, she knows deep down that all she’ll ever be is a screw-up. Everything she touches, she fucks up. The perfect little girl is rotten to the core, and–”

You cut Bellamy off with a smack to the face, unable to take more of his bullshit.

“Just when I think you can’t possibly sink any lower, you surprise me,” you whisper with tears running down your face, gritting out the words as Bellamy watches you with wide eyes. You then turn to face Octavia, a sad smile on your face. “You know he’s not lying, I was going to leave. I told him so. And then this past week has been so magical. And I told myself that no matter what happened between you and I, I would always have your back. I love you, O,” you smile and she smiles back, tears running down both your faces. “And that’s why I’m hoping you’ll forgive me for tomorrow.”

“Of course I forgive you,” Octavia laughs, tears everywhere now as she presses her forehead against yours. “I love you. So much.”

You kiss her forehead and wipe your eyes, making your way over to Wells. “You know, I really hoped I wouldn’t have to do this in front of everyone,” you let out a soft chuckle and Wells smiles at you. “But I need you to know that what happened was long after you and I ended things and it wasn’t because I wanted to get back at you. Because no matter what happened, I will always care about you.”

“I know you, and I know you’d never do anything like that. You have nothing to worry about on my end, love,” Wells wraps his arms around you and you cry, finally coming to terms with everything.

You take a deep breath and pull away with a smile on your face, wiping away your tears as you smiled at the crowd. “Now that the drama portion of the evening is over, we have about 45 minutes to get to the bachelor/bachelorette parties! Everyone’s changing in the car!”

Originally posted by bellamyblakepositivity

You laugh as everyone cheers, Bellamy’s broken face staring at you through it all. But you’d be damned if you let those locks and that voice ruin tonight.

More than 300 followers thank you guys!! I didn’t think I’d entertain so many people in just a few weeks. I’m happy we’re all here to celebrate are mutual love for this wonderful man.  

Here is a picture that I like very much. Just so you know, I usually end up fangirling over people who have, also a love for dogs. I’m a huuuge team dog member. When I saw this pic early one (when I first started stalking Nye, that is) I was like oookay that man meets my standards, we’re good!

Anyway, I hope you have fun here. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

I feel like V's route was just Cheritz being a sly genie, like, "You know what? You wanted a V route, so we shall give it. Here's the catch-" then they go a dofferent way than the fans were hoping for.... "be careful what you wish for. You wanted a V route, not a happy route hehehe"

lmaoooooooo that’s exactly what it is, smh.

but yeah, it’s;; Painful :’) I’m on Day 9!!! getting close to an ending!

anonymous asked:

can i ask you a loki x reader? i'd like some angst that ends with fluff, or if you don't like it, you can choose th ending haha i love your writing, this is why i feel like i can leave it all to you! thank you ❤️

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst + mentions of slaughter

Summary: Thanos is about to destroy Earth, when you, wife of Loki and daughter of a long forgotten goddess, stop him before he can end the planet.

A/N: okay, listen, this entire idea has been in my head for ages, mostly because I love the andromeda galaxy so much and always had this HC that in the MCU universe, the andromeda galaxy was born because of a goddess. so when I got this request, I was like “fuck this, I’LL DO IT!” so yeah. I really hope you guys like this, because I cannot tell you how happy I am with it.



A name that was feared by many these days.

Rightfully so, as he destroyed world after world, with the power of the Infinity Stones.

Few, like the Avengers, decided that it was up to them, to defeat this mad tyrant.

And within the Avengers, was someone that no one had expected to find there. Someone, that had wronged many of them, but despite all of that, still stood by their side and wanted to fight Thanos. Maybe because he actually cared about his brother and didn’t want him to die alone, or maybe, because he knew that Thanos would not spare Asgard.

And in Asgard, there was somebody waiting for him, that he could not lose.

Loki might have been considered a villain once and many might still think of him as one, but right now, he was a hero like the rest of them.

But Thanos was strong and the Avengers could only do so much.

It was only a matter of time, before the first Avenger would fall and then, all of them.


“(Y/N), I do not think it’s wise for you to go!” Sif followed you and almost had to run to keep up with you, “What if something happens to you? What if neither of you return? What am I supposed to tell him?”

You did not stop in your tracks, if anything, your pace fastened.

However, you did not leave without saying the things, that you so desperately needed Sif to hear.

“If I don’t come back, take Yarvin and flee. Promise me you will keep my child safe.”

The way you looked at her, like you were almost begging her to keep him safe.

How could she refuse?

“I promise,” she sighed and closed her eyes when your forehead touched hers. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

You smiled.

“I will.”

All you could do now, was hope that your plan would work.

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anonymous asked:

angsty scenario with oikawa and his fem s/o with the prompt “I could have spent all this time practicing instead of wasting it by being with you.” ending with fluff ? or like a happy ending

I’m not sure if this turned out a happy ending or not, but I tried to make it as close to a hopeful sort of ending as I could. Sorry for the wait, and I hope you like it.

How was one supposed to feel, after hearing something like that?

Nobody had ever prepared you for this; not a single script in a thousand novels that drifted through time or slices of everyday lives in a tiny apartment could pull out the excruciating sense of deflation in places where it shouldn’t be deflating at all. Your parents, no matter how unhappy, had never bothered to share with you the details of ‘commitment’. ‘Romance’ isn’t a syllabus they provide at school. Vicarious learning can only be poor imitation when poets write of wilted roses, lost sunsets and the chill winter breeze.

There’s a meter-long needle, thin as wire, its tip worthy of Achilles, that nudges through the small puncture through your chest. Each breath nudges it out of place, and re-lodges itself somewhere deeper.

Oikawa’s face is stoic, the firm lines across his brows forced together in an expression unfamiliar with pity and second chances.

It still takes you too long to ask the right question; his fighting face directed point blank at your eyes, and your chest begins to writhe, incapable of inuring itself to a suffering unknown.

You ask a stupid question. You know it’s stupid from how Oikawa’s mouth twists, a nonverbal spit at your feet.

“How am I supposed to feel when you say that?” 

You regret it before you even ask it, but you think you’d regret it more if you wrote it down instead and burned it later.

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joz-stankovich  asked:

If you're still doing prompts, how about angst 7 for freyder? ^^

Thanks for the prompt, luv!! Angst!!! why??? xDDDD poor Reyes! I felt awful writing it, my poor boy >___<  but I must say, is angst with happy ending. I love them too much to let them suffer ^^U

Hope you like it!!!! 

Prompt: “What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”

The night is falling on Kadara. Reyes sits in his office, reading a pad, or at least trying. Worry keeps his eyes moving again and again to the little corner where he can see the rhythmic beat of her heart. He has worked on it with SAM’s help. The AI always surprises him. They chat every night when Sara falls asleep with her usual brain-death state. He imagines that SAM helps a bit to keep her sleeping while they talk, but he didn’t ask about it. One of those nights, after they had fought the big Architect on Kadara, he voiced his concerns, about not knowing if she is alright until she calls him back. SAM came up with the idea of giving him access to her vitals. The little software shows in every one of his pads and terminals. A single moving line on the lower corner that makes him feel safer, knowing that she is still alive and kicking. An alarm on his omnitool beeps when her heartbeat changes drastically, making him jump every time, but seeing how it returns to a steady pace not long after, makes him breathe easier. He knew the reason for his nerves. The Archon’s ship, it was a crazy mission, and she is going without backup, bringing a little group inside it. There are so many things that can go wrong…

He has achieved to read a full page of a report before the alarm on his omnitool begins to sound. Opening its screen, he loads the full program, her full vitals in front of his eyes. He sees her heartbeat spiking, but know that she is raiding the Archon’s ship, is understandable. But his Sara is a cold-headed woman, to have this kind of nervous reaction… what the hell is happening? And then, then the ground opened under him, and he feels his soul falling into the abyss. Her vitals had stopped. The line of her heartbeat a flat one. He feels like dying. For the first time in his life, he looked forward to the future. He has his home, his queen, a possibility to live the dream of her mother for him, of having his own family. And everything shattered in front of his eyes in seconds. He can feel the panic growing on his chest, his gaze fixed on the flat line. His free hand is grabbing the couch in a white-knuckling grasp, fear running through his veins like never before. He begins to count the seconds, feeling like dying inside with every ticking one. Ten… twenty… thirty… fifty… and then a little beat, followed by another, and then another, and soon the flat line is dancing again. A tear roll down his check but Reyes didn’t care. She is alive. He keeps looking at her vitals for several minutes more, seeing it move from calm to crazy and then to calm again. She is alive. And he needs a drink. One of those that kick your soul’s ass to the next planet.

Making sure that his face is clean of shed tears, he leaves his office, walking directly to Kian’s bar. “Give me a full bottle of tequila.”

Kian, being the good bartender he is, feels immediately that something is utterly wrong with him. “First tell me why, Reyes.” He keeps the bottle on his hands, showing it to him while he raises a brow and looks intently into his eyes.

“I’m not in the mood for that, Kian. Just give me the fucking booze and let me be.”

Feeling his distress, Kian did something he never did, moving to the back of the bar and appearing on the other side of the bar, moving closer to Reyes. They knew one another since their young days on the Milky Way. “Hey, talk to me. I have never seen you this altered.”

The hand on his shoulder seems to help him to decide. “Sara has been dead, Kian. Just for a minute, and she is fine now, but she has died, and I–”

Everything falls in place for Kian, and giving his shoulder a hard squeeze, he puts the bottle in his hands. “Here. Use it to erase the bad feelings. Think only about her coming back to you.”

With a nod, Reyes moves away from him, climbing the stairs to his inner sanctum. After locking the door, he sits back, reaching for the fallen datapad and taking a quick look at the screen. The heartbeat is still there, and he feels himself panting again. ‘Damn, Reyes! Take control of your fucking emotions!’ He opens the bottle and drinks directly from it. The burning liquid scalds his throat in its way down. He grimaces at the taste, but instead of stopping, he takes another long gulp. When has his life turned so upside down? Since her mother passing, he just has lived for himself, for the bad and the good things, alone. Why now, from all the times, has he set so many hopes and feelings on another person? A woman who can die every single day out there?

After another gulp, he puts the bottle down on the floor. “You have fallen in love at last. And your good luck wants for you to pin over the more craziest and mindless woman on Heleus.” Falling back to the couch with a grunt, he closes his eyes, feeling the punch of the half bottle of booze he has drank in mere minutes. Sleep catches him, making him fall in a restless dream of pain and lose.

The beeping on his omnitool wakes Reyes. But this was the good one, the kind of beep that let him know that the Tempest is docking at the port. Passing a hand over his face, he tries to clean his mind. Standing from the couch, he moves to a concealed cupboard near the door, picking up a bottle of water, some stimulants to wake up his brain, and mint caramels. He still feels the aftertaste of tequila in his mouth.

He is still recovering when the door of his office begins to be decoded from the outside. When it opens, Sara waves to him from it, stepping inside. “Hello, Reyes. I just passed nearby and stopped to say ‘Hi’.”

Feeling the craving of having her confessing whatever has happened on the Archon’s ship, he keeps a stern face. “We are not on your way to the Nexus, Sara. Don’t you have to report to Tann about the mission?”

She sighs, moving closer to him and letting the door close behind her. “I sent a report. He will have to wait. After what I’ve seen… I just needed to be grounded for a while.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Sara feels that something is amiss, but can’t say what it is. “The Salarians gave their ark to the Kett voluntarily. Voluntarily! And obviously, they shared with them everything they can about the rest of the races and arks. Good insight about them as a race, don’t you think?” His face keeps the same stern look, and she begins to fidget with the hem of her hoodie. “The full ship was a living hell of bodies of our fellow pioneers. They had made things with us. To study, to learn, to–” She sighs, walking to the wall and leaning against it. “And they have exalted a Krogan. I will not explain it to you how hard is to fight against something like that. And Meridian is lost in the space, by the way. All the effort for nothing. Suvi is working on it, but for now, we don’t have anything, and ah! We have a Pathfinder less because I had to choose between Raeka and a full unit of Krogan who will be exalted as soon as we left.”

“Nothing more?”

Leaving the wall, she looks into his eyes, the heat of battle returning to them. “Damn, Reyes. What more do you need?”

Pushing the pad to her, he crosses his arms. “Look at that, low corner on the right.” She picks it up, looking at it and then to him, with a clueless frown on her face. “That, Sara, are your vitals. And for almost two minutes, you have been dead.”

The pad falls from her hands, and she lowers her gaze to the floor between them. “I–”

“Just tell me the truth, Sara.”

The air seems to have been stolen from her body, and she has to take a series of deep breaths to recover her control. “It was that or leaving the Archon to use me and then kill me.” When he didn’t change his posture, she growls, exasperated. “Fuck, Reyes! You weren’t there. You can’t know why–”

“Maldita sea, Sara! Then explain it to me!”

Another growl, “The Archon laid a trap for us. He caught us in a stasis field that kept us from moving, the full team. The son of a bitch injected me with some kind of device to extract information from SAM. When he left the room, SAM got the idea of stopping my heart to trick the stasis field. It was a calculated risk. Dying trying or dying later with probably much more pain involved. And he brought me back!”

He passes his hands through his hair, worried frown on his face. “Shit, Sara. What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”

“And being an ass is your way to deal with your worries?” Sara is pretty upset with him right now. “I came directly to Kadara, to you, ignoring a direct order from Tann to go straight to the Nexus, and my welcome after the shitty mission that almost cost me my life is your scowling? No, thank you.”

She turns to leave, and Reyes hasn’t been ever so grateful of the slow decoding systems of the doors. In two strides, he is behind her, arms around her and caging her against the door. “Sara… Is just– I lost you. And it turned me inside out.” Leaning his forehead on her crown, he sighs, inhaling the sweet perfume of her hair. The tone of his voice a perfect mix of amusement and pain. “Worst moment ever to acknowledge that I’m utterly in love with you, don’t you think?”

Her heart stops beating for a second, and she turns on his arms, facing him. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Sara Ellis Ryder. And losing you has been the worst experience of my sole existence.”

Leaning on his chest, she grabs his shirt in her hands, keeping him close. “I’m sorry, Reyes. And for your information, I love you too.” When he kisses his head, she moves her arms to hug his waist. “I’ll try to do my best not to die again.”

With a sigh, he returns the hug tightly. “Sadly for me, is the only thing I can ask you. Can you stay the night?” Her nod and a humming were enough for him, and he moves them to the couch, laying on it and positioning her over his body. Feeling her heat, her weight over his chest, her breathing on his neck… Every touch and feel make him believe that she is alive and that she is, in fact, his, as much as he is hers.

Comfort ; Jisung

Request : can you write an imagine about cuddling w jisung when you’re sad and him trying to cheer you up/ make you smile? also i love your work!!

A/N : Thank you for the req!! Also thank you for supporting my works hehe its makes me rlly happy :“) I hope you enjoy this one too! Sorry flr the delay tho; ive been tryna pull my grades up and my exams are incoming djfjdj ;-; The actions that the reader does may seems a little violent in the beginning but i hope its okay! (sorry if the ending’s a little to rushed ajfjsj)

Genre : Fluff


4/10. The crimson red numbers on the question papers etched with disappointment remains plastered on your mind as you barged through the door and threw you bag onto your table. Only heaven knows how much and how hard you studied just for a 25-minute history test. Clang ; the empty house of yours resounded after you threw the keys onto the shoe cabinet. You wouldn’t have mind if it was just a class quiz but no, this test was to be included in your report slip. So much for a good friday. Still in your school’s gym attire, you went to the kitchen to get some chips and chocolate and banana milk. Nothing can go wrong with salted egg chips and some sweetened lactose; you once told yourself. "Am i just really that stupid?” you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow as you stared at your reflection on the blank screen of the television.

“Is the screen blank or are you watching some sorta sorcery show that i cant seem to be able to see?” a familiar voice echoed through your apartment. You turned around while stuffing your face with chips only to be greeted by Jisung behind your sofa with a plastic bag full of Chinese takeaway. “I came here because i noticed you’ve been sulking all day since history class so i figured out that I’d bless you with my existence and have a cuddle date!” he declared while dragging a small table and few blankets towards you before you could even reply. Still at an emotional state from just now, you almost started crying from how touched you were by your lover’s actions. Jisung turned on the television and set up a movie for the both of you to watch as you cuddle. You wiped off the crumbs from your fingers and felt Jisung pull your shoulders and head into his chest tightly after starting the movie as he fed you with the chinese takeaway he had brought earlier on. You smiled shyly and chewed your food as he looked at the television while stroking your hair lovingly. You looked up at him in comfort and breathed in his scent, already feeling happy and definitely much better than just now; only Jisung can make you feel like this instantly.

To my !Anon

I am missing you TONS but hope you’re getting some official writing done! Looks like a great season of Arrow shaping up - with no flashbacks we will hopefully get some happy Olicity, OTA, and flesh out some other Team Arrow characters.

So glad I don’t follow T/F anymore. Looks like a hot mess - especially if you don’t ship W/A.

S/G lost me before the end of the first season.

L/OT just never clicked.

Guess the only show in the Arrowverse I follow is, well, Arrow. (Crossovers are going to be a BLAST 🙄)

Hope you are MORE than well. Hope you are AWESOME. ❌⭕️❌⭕️

flower cloak.


a good mm loving// ♡

anonymous asked:

*Whispers* will we ever get a lost keith update?

alright my dudes, here’s the 4th and final part of lost keef :) 

(i really hope this format is ok… this is my first time mixing texts and actual fic-style writing so i hope it makes sense and flows ok!)

part 1!!  |   part 2!!   |   part 3!!

Lance’s phone toppled to the floor of the cockpit as he sprinted for the exit. Fiery adrenaline coursed through his veins and his heartbeat pounded in his ears - a steady thrum of “Keith, Keith, Keith”. He rounded corner after corner, firing his rifle blindly and taking out galra drones left and right before finally (and impatiently) arriving at his destination.

As his weapon fired one last blast into the lock, he swung open the door and was surprised to find Keith sitting unceremoniously in the middle of the room. Darkness surrounded him and he was tied down, but when his eyes met Lance’s, a handful of emotions flooded his expression; shock, fear, hope, dread, each one seamlessly right after the other.

“Lance!” Keith cried, the shackles on his wrists clanked as they stopped him from reaching out. “Oh god, please leave… Lotor will -”

Lance wordlessly stomped across the room and planted his feet on either side of Keith’s before protectively holding the red paladin’s face between his hands. Bruises painted the pale skin of Keith’s face and he flinched when Lance reached out to him. He looked so… different. Lance could’ve gone his whole life without seeing Keith look as frail and defenseless as he did then.

“Forget about him, alright? I’m getting you out of here.”

“Y-you found me…” Keith stuttered out, leaning carefully into Lance’s touch.

“Of course I did, Mullet.” Lance smirked before shifting forward and pressing a possessive kiss into Keith’s forehead, “I love you. I’m saving you.”

A small smile played across Keith’s lips and Lance’s heart fluttered at the thought of getting his teammate back to safety in the castle ship. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling back and brushing a gentle thumb across a pale cheekbone but just when he started to forget where they were and why, Keith’s dark eyes darted past Lance’s gaze and fear replaced all the positive emotions the blue paladin had managed to coax out.

“Say cheese,” The shutter of an iPhone camera clicked, accompanying a sickeningly smooth voice that Lance knew belonged to Lotor without even looking. He turned and stood instantly, trying his best to shield Keith’s body with his own.

Remembering that his helmet was still functional, Lance jumped at the opportunity to alert the others as to where they were (which in hindsight he should’ve done right away but he’d yell at himself for that later).

“Guys! I found Keith! We’re in the room past the –” Lance’s words jolted to an involuntary stop and his teeth rattled in his head at the unexpected impact. When had he fallen to the floor? It had all happened so fast. He spat out blood and looked up to see Lotor standing above him, fists drawn.

“You really think I’d let you finish that sentence?” Lotor laughed, smirking evilly down at the blue paladin. Lance hated making eye contact with him, especially when he’d finally had the privilege of seeing Keith again; he never wanted to look at anyone else. His eyes avoided his aggressor’s gaze and darted up to his teammate instead.

Keith’s face was contorted in pure fear - something Lance had never witnessed before and never wanted to again. This was Keith, for god’s sake. Strong, stubborn, fearless Keith; the red paladin, known for always charging into dangerous situations without a second thought because he was crazy and hotheaded and lacked foresight. The memory of that Keith filled Lance’s entire being and fueled him to push forward. 

He sprung off the ground with newfound determination and managed to pin the unsuspecting Lotor down on his back. Lance hovered above him, glaring angrily down at the galran prince. 

“It’s quite pathetic, really,” Lotor began with a smile before Lance could get out any of the furious words his mouth considered, “He was so passionate and tenacious when he first arrived… But I showed him your messages everyday and he lost determination rather quickly.”

Lance’s arms were busy holding the prince down, so the rage that consumed him had nowhere else to escape but through a powerful headbutt (that he regretted almost instantly). He saw stars.

“Lance!” Keith screamed, but Lotor was already up off the ground and stalking across the room in Keith’s direction. Keith tried his best to avoid looking at Lotor; he’d learned over the last few weeks that that was the best course of action when trying to avoid making the prince angry.

Lotor reached out a hand and gripped the red paladin’s throat roughly, cutting off Keith’s breathing as quickly as he could. Keith trained his eyes on Lance, hoping that if he didn’t make it, at least he’d die looking at the person he loved. The edges of his vision darkened and he stayed silent - he knew Lotor was saying something to him, but he ignored him and kept watching Lance.

He would be okay as long as he could see Lance, and in that moment he could.

He saw Lance sit up. He saw Lance reach for his blaster. He saw Lance aim and he saw Lotor fall to the ground. The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Lance running to his side.


When Keith fell out of the healing pod, the first thing he saw was Lance. 

Lance caught him and smiled down at him with that sparkly smile he used to use exclusively on pretty girls while crooning things like “Hellooo gorgeous, the name’s Lance”  and snapping finger guns in their direction. Keith chuckled at the memory and smiled back, earning a bright red blush from Lance.

“Thank you, L-” But the blue paladin wasn’t nearly patient enough to let him finish. His lips found Keith’s and didn’t let go until they both gasped for air. 

When they pulled apart, the other members of their team had long since left the room to give them more privacy and the smile shared between them was equal parts unsteady and elated. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Lance whispered into the dark hair above Keith’s ear. The red paladin jumped back in reply and quirked a confused eyebrow in Lance’s direction.

“B-but… You saved me…?”

“You have no idea how many times I almost gave up… Or how close I was to believing the others when they insisted you must be dead, Keith. I couldn’t eat or sleep or… anything. When you texted me back, you saved me. You brought me back and gave me a reason to fight again… So, thank you.”

Keith forced out a small laugh to cover the emotion stuck in his throat; he threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of Lance’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. He stopped just before their lips met and looked directly into Lance’s deep blue eyes with a genuine smile.

 “You’re welcome.”


“… Together, we make the perfect main character.”

↳ for @vtsvro​!

Begin!AU - Reflection Series : Snowdrop

Snowdrop | Lilac

// o2.18 Happy Birthday J-Hope!

hrt appreciation post here we go

(it’s long so prepare or scroll really fast if you wanna pass it)

me, 1993, wtf is a gender i wear diapers for god sakes 

late 90s, rockin some shades and some crazy sweaters even though i live in FL (still do that to this day)

time jump to… early 2000s, flexin and loving dogs (still doing that to this day wassup somethings never change)

oh wow here comes Middle School™ and the emo phase begins (sadly no pics during the emo phase)

oh shit what up 2008 scene phase yes that is a STAY BRUTAL™ sweater) 

then ya boy calmed down a bit and stopped giving a fuck about impressing ppl (idk why I thought being scene was impressive dont ask)

ya boy graduated HS and was free to do whatever to his hair so colors were everywhere but also was the time when his self worth was at his lowest and was dressing and looking how he thought people would want so he could get them to like him (ew right?) 

ya boy got his very first mohawk and rocked that shit for a few years

dis is some pics of the year he starts questioning his gender identity and after 6 months of research and “soul searching” decides to start HRT

yo boy is SIX MONTHS ON T !!! and starting to grow facial hair B)

YO BOY IS ONE (1) YR ON T AND JUST HAD TOP SURGERY! but also shaved his head a few months back and feels hella ugly lol 

fwd and we are now 1.5 years on T ! Hair is finally coming in and he’s look decent these days.

WHOOOA LONG HAIR WHO DIS!!! YA BOYS TWO (2) YEARS ON T !!! and 1 YR POST OP! Feeling amazing tbh

ooo shit we winding down now yall

ya boy is Two (2) years and 3 months on T and thankful every day that his blood work came back with the all clear to start T, thankful for his support group and friends/family that love and support him (shout out to my sister), thankful for how well he’s transitioned even though it was long and hard on the mental state a lot of the time, he pushed through and came out the other end smiling and happy in his skin. Thankful every day that he can afford to start on HRT, thankful every day for all the support he gets online from kind words to donations that helped afford top surgery + donations I got when he was filing for the name change as well. 

I’m posting this in hopes that it helps anyone who needs it. I’m a huge believer in doing things for yourself and making sure your happiness/comfort is always first before someone else’s. I hope it gives inspiration and motivation to those who are scared to transition in fear of what their families will think, in fear of how they will transition, fear of all the nerve wracking things that comes with HRT. Hoping that it shows you, that while HRT isn’t an over night fix, that takes time and a lot of hard days but in the end, you come out on top. It’s still a struggle some days but nothing compared to the days when I was pre-T. 

Feel free to message me if you have any questions about HRT with T and I’m happy to answer to the best of my ability!

My name is NIkk and I’m non binary! He/him pronouns =)


chamomile, rose water, and other unlikely intoxicants

written by callmearcturus. cover art by nightcigale.

“I do swear by Skaia’s guiding light to eschew ambition and direction to serve in the holy retinue. I will lay my head in the safety of the bower and pay penance in thought and deed. For the King of All Winters and the Undying Prince, I will provide succor and balm, and yield my being to ease the burden he carries for us all.”

An off-the-cuff jamfic for the Strilondes discord that spun rapidly out of control. In which Dirk plays the role of resigned god-prince of Skaia, locked in a twisted version of the Year King fable. His life is a sorry routine until one year, he receives a very bold, strange offering from the heir to House Harley, Jake.

A story about cycles, and how to break them, and the patterns left in the scattered pieces afterward.


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