i just love their friendship *u*

don’t get me wrong i love the idea of writing love letters or serenading a person on a balcony, but modern love is just as pure and sweet.

my best friend knew this guy and when she asked about snapchat streaks he replied “i don’t have any but you can be my first.”

my cousin’s girlfriend sent her a snap one morning of her balcony and the sun, with a sticker of my cousins face on it with the caption “u light up my life.” now it’s her background.

last year a new friend came to mine and i asked if she wanted the wifi password. she said “no, i wanna spend time with you.”

my sisters best friend moved states a few months ago and they facetime each other at the same time, every second day.

when my father travels for work, no matter how busy he is, he’ll skype my mother every night.

angel dumott schunard walked up to a perfect stranger, asked him “oh my god you okay honey?” took him home, dressed his wounds, gave him food and let him stay with her for the night, the next morning he brought her to meet his friends who were like family to him (the trust!!) and she invited them both to life support (“on christmas?” “some people don’t have anywhere else to go today” like if u cry everytime) and as they were leaving did a little dance to cheer up roger, someone she literally just met, because she didn’t want to see him sad, her friendship with mimi and mimi’s story about how she always helped those in need, i can’t remember where i was going with this but i literally love angel with my whole entire being and want to let everyone know she deserves everything that is good in the world

not to be rude™ but adding to the pining keith hc, do u think that once he finally had lance and was loved by someone he pined after for so long, he’d be terrified to lose him?
bc okay, he was orphaned at a young age, and he lost shiro, who was probably his closest thing to family, for a year, and he was kicked out of the garrison which may have been one of the first times he felt like he belonged somewhere and we saw how he reacted when team voltron almost disbanded
so can you imagine how scared he would be of losing something he wanted for so long? like he will just be laying next to lance and despite being in his arms, he still can’t fall asleep bc he can’t get rid of this awful feeling that he’s going to lose him, so he feels overly protective during missions and he’ll question himself and his relationship and whether or not lance actually cares for him
OR you can look at the other side of it where maybe he just accepts that lance will leave him and so he cherishes every single moment he has with him and is adamant about recording what they do together by writing it down and taking pictures and he feels like he can’t ever get too attached, but then realizes how much he loves lance and starts to panic bc he cares too much and he loves him too much for this to go away and the second that lance seems a bit distant from him, keith will start acting a but more reckless and physically exhausting himself through training to keep his mind off of the imminent breakup that never actually happens
and in either scenario, when lance finds keith back in his own bed and asks why he doesn’t want to sleep with him (lance just assumes he doesn’t feel well or maybe he just needs some alone time), he’s a bit surprised by the look of shock and relief that washes over keith’s face and if those were really just tears that keith was wiping off of his cheeks, well then lance will bring it up in the morning

anonymous asked:

How did u and summer become friends???

summer posted fanart of a pokemon au, and i reblogged it and said that lance would name his vaporeon ‘vape god.’ summer thought that was hilarious so we started talking and came up with more pokemon names, but our friendship was mostly just the occasional message.

and then one day i found this picture of a horrifically taxidermied deer ass/hoohah and i thought ‘oh man, summer would love this.’ 

and the rest, as they say, is history

anonymous asked:

Your art is so beautiful and cute and your friendship with rob is one of the purest things I've ever seen and I love how you love Cas and you're a wonderful human being???

Anonymous said:

I just wanted to drop you a note and let you know how much I absolutely love your drawing style and your Supernatural comics <3

thank you so much!! ♥ i really appreciate that!

Anonymous said:



i’ll make a post about it when it’s closer to being released! it was supposed to be done by seattle, but i’ve had so many issues with kidney pain, i’ve had to take too many breaks;;;

but i might actually do a preorder for this one! now that medical bills have totally wiped out all of my savings i’d worked up over the past like 3 years, i gotta start from scratch. so. yes. preorders will be given a good shot, which means a lot more people will be able to get what they want!

do u guys even realize how silena went into battle dressed as clarisse mimicked the way patroclus headed into war dressed as achilles and how clarisse went full on fight frenzy mirrored the way achilles exploded in all out killing rage when they found out about their loved one’s death

Another Set of Eyes (Lafayette x Reader)


Premise: When everyone realized there was probably a little more than just friendship between you and Lafayette

A/N: This has been an idea of mine to write for the longest time, I just had no idea who to write it for, so when I got the request for Laf fluff (from this super sweet anon omg ily) I put the two together and I got this!! I really like it! I hope that you guys too!! It’s a little bit longer than normal but its a slow burn so what can you expect really. I love y’all to pieces <3333



Unsurprisingly, Angelica saw it first. She was always the most observant of your friend group. She caught on at one of the girls nights that you, Peggy, Eliza, Maria, and herself shared. The five of you were all slumped around Eliza and Maria’s shared dorm snacking on junk food and listening to Peggy’s eclectic playlist. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You and Eliza were having a contest to see who could catch more jelly beans in their mouth while Maria was lending Peggy an outfit for an upcoming date. Angelica was on her laptop googling a movie that she could put on that you all could watch but didn’t have to pay too much attention to. She also happened to be sitting on your phone. She was scrolling down a list of films when she felt a shocking vibration coming from underneath her. She shifted her weight and pulled the offending technology out from under her. She glanced at the screen only to realize that it wasn’t her phone, but yours. You’re lockscreen (a picture of all of your friend group together in awkward poses) was faded behind a text message from “Gilly Willy Billy” reading, “so why are you having a girls night without me??? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME”.

“Y/N? Laf texted you,” she said and read the text out, attempting to hide her laughter at Lafayette’s drama queen tendencies.

“He’s such a dork,” you giggled and grabbed the phone from Angelica, allowing conversation to fall back to normal. Angelica, however, didn’t miss the sparkling of your eyes when she said his name, nor the small smile you had when you responded to the text. Maybe there’s something more to that story, she thought.


James and Thomas realized at the same time. They figured it out while at Alex’s 19th birthday dinner, which was being hosted by the Schuylers. You and Laf had chosen seats directly next to each other, though that was not out of the ordinary. They didn’t think much of it until it was declared that it was the time to give Alex his birthday presents. Alex was quite humble about it, refusing to take them at first until Angelica gave him one of her looks. This came as a little bit of a shock to Jefferson, who had gotten him a bobblehead figurine of his least favorite founding father, John Adams. However, the bigger shock came when Lafayette handed Alex a box and announced that it was from both him and Y/N. The two of you sharing a soft smile when he returned to his seat

Thomas turned to James and whispered to him, “Since when are they together?”

James responded with a shake of his head and a cough before stating, “I don’t think they are, but I think they wish they were.”

Thomas raised his eyebrow, but neither of them mentioned it again that night. However, both were a little more aware of the pair from that point on.


Hercules noticed later that night. The dinner party had quickly turned into a dance party and practically everyone was dancing along to assorted music streaming from John’s phone into Alex’s bluetooth speaker. He and Angelica were poorly dancing along to some weird combination of electronic and indie music, when Angelica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned closer to Herc.

“What do you make of Laf and Y/N?” she asked, still bopping her head out of time with the beat.

Herc was a little confused by the question but still answered, “What do you mean? They’ve been best friends since high school, before the majority of us even met, but you know all this. Why are you asking?”

“Look at them,” she said, eyes still squinting as she nodded her head over his shoulder. When he turned around he was met with the sight of you and Lafayette sitting of the couch, with you half asleep and your head on his shoulder, and Lafayette’s arm wrapped protectively around you. It was a position you both had been in more than once, so that was practically nothing, but the look on Lafayette’s face as he looked down at you, curled into his side, that was what caught Hercules attention.

“Huh,” was his oh so elegant reply. “He hasn’t said anything and neither has she but you never know.” He and the eldest Schuyler parted with a shrug and he went over to the two of you, and asked at a low enough volume for you not to notice, “Dude, does she need a ride home?”

Lafayette shook his head and murmured, “No, mon ami, but thank you. I’m actually about to bring her home now. If you could tell Alex we say happy birthday that would be great.”

Herc nodded and said goodbye. Maybe Lafayette’s arm still wrapped tightly around your waist was just to keep you stable in your sleepy state, but he highly doubted it.


Alex was next to notice, but the first to say anything to one of you. He and Lafayette were studying for a test in their Advanced French class together (not that either of them needed to).

Alex asked Laf a question regarding verb conjugation in day to day speaking, to which he responded, “I don’t know, mon ami. I just speak it, how do native English speakers know when to use there, their, or they’re? They just do!” Laf waved his hand at the smaller boy, as if dismissing him, though he chuckled slightly.

“Well my bad, Mr. Born-In-France, I just thought I’d ask!” Alex retorted with a laugh. Laf’s phone pinged with a notification, catching both of their attentions.

Lafayette picked up the phone and smiled at the screen. Mumbling to Alex while replying, “Y/N thinks it’s sad that we have to study for a French test despite being fluent.”

Alex looked at Lafayette and noticed a dreamy look in his eyes as he texted back and forth with you. And since Alex was notorious for not being able to shut his mouth, he said, “Woah, lover boy, I can practically see the hearts coming out of your eyes. Since when do like Y/N?”

The question was innocent enough but, since it was the first time anyone had ever said anything about it before, Lafayette was caught completely off-guard. His phone slipped out of his hands and he stumbled over his words a for a few seconds before getting out a simple, “Shut up” before returning to his textbook.

Alex assured him that his secret was safe, and glanced over when he heard Laf’s phone ping again, only to catch a glimpse of what looked like a heart emoji next to your name. That boy’s in deep, was his only thought, before returning to his study guide.


John took a while to realize it, but when it hit him, it him hard. It was about 10 in the morning when John heard his roommate’s door open. He was about to call out to Lafayette that he was out of milk, only when he looked up, he found you where he expected Laf to be. You were rubbing your eyes as you walked towards the miniature kitchen in their suite style dorm. John also noticed that you weren’t exactly wearing the type of pyjamas he was used to seeing you in. Instead of the usual sweatpants and hoodie you wore to late night movie parties, you were drowning in Laf’s favorite tee-shirt and a pair of his roommate’s boxer shorts. (How John knew that they were Laf’s is a story for another time.)

John was not known for being very tactful in the mornings, so when you were finally close enough to him for him to make the sly joke, he jumped at the opportunity. “Looks like someone got a taste of our Laffy Taffy last night.” He threw a wink at you and began pouring you a cup of his signature coffee, which your entire group of friends lived by.

“Oh shut up Laurens,” you grumbled, a blush tinting your cheeks as you pulled the mug out of his hands and up to your lips. You took a small sip and sighed, “You know it’s not like that.”

In retrospect, John’s not sure what it was that first tipped him off, your blush, your dejected tone, or a combination of the two. He was completely convinced, however, when Lafayette finally made it out to the kitchen and kissed that top of your forehead, both of you looked at the other as if it was the last time you would see them. John gave a small nod (mostly to himself) and made his way out of the kitchen and back to his room, leaving the lovebirds in the kitchen together.


Maria and Eliza were next to figure it out, but they were the first ones you told. It was a Friday night and the three of you were in your shared dorm with Angelica, who was out with Peggy on a double date. You were all sitting around and talking, as usual, but tonight you were more distracted than normal. You were clicking open your phone every few minutes, as if you were waiting for an important call.

“Y/N, whose call are you waiting for?” Maria asked, a joking tone in her voice.

You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, letting out a big sigh. “Can I tell you guys something without you guys freaking out?” You asked rubbing your left temple.

The two girls looked at each other curiously then turned to you, nodding.

“There’s this guy…” You started, only to be cut off.

“Oh! Is he cute? Do we know him? Is it serious?” Eliza rattled off before Maria’s hand fell onto her shoulder, calming the adorable ball of energy that is Eliza Schuyler.

“He’s amazing. Yes, you do know him. And no. Nothing’s ever going to happen so it won’t ever be serious,” you answered off, the volume of your voice getting softer and softer. “It’s… Lafayette.”

“Woah,” was the only answer you got from both of the girls sitting across from you.

“Yeah,” you responded, shoving your head into the pillow in front of you. “I know it’s stupid. Falling for your best friend always sucks and it never works out like it does in the movies and he’s never going to feel the same way, and I’m going to lose him if he finds out, and–”

Maria cut you off with her soothing voice, “Y/N, calm down. It’s going to be fine just calm down and talk to him about it. It’s Laf! You’ve known him forever. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“No. I-I can’t. He’s already got someone else,” you mumbled into the pillow.

“Aw sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that serious,” Eliza said rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“It’s their third date tonight. And his general rule of thumb is that if it makes it to a third date, then you know what goes down.” You said, looking back up at them.

They shook their heads and attempted to console you. When Maria asked how long you’d felt this way and you responded, “Too long” they knew that if you couldn’t give them an actual estimate that you were probably in way over your head.


Peggy found out in the most ridiculous way possible. She wandered into a Subway one day for a quick lunch in between lectures when she noticed a familiar tall Frenchman with his signature ponytail sitting in a corner of the “healthy’ fast food joint. She quickly ordered her sub and made her way over to the table where her friend was sitting by himself.

“Yo, Gilbert,” she said as she slid into the seat across from him. He looked up at her like a deer in headlights before shaking himself out of his mind and responding normally. The conversation was light between the two until Peggy remembered something that wasn’t exactly fitting into the picture.

“Wait a second. Y/N said you had a lunch date with your new girlfriend right about now. Did she ditch you at a Subway?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in amusement. Laf’s face suddenly contorted into a mixture of guilt, sadness and sheepishness. “What?” she prodded, hoping for an interesting answer.

“Don’t laugh,” he mumbled, his voice low. She nodded for him to continue. “Well, I told John that I liked Y/N and he said that the easiest way to do it without telling her outright would be to make her jealous, but I couldn’t find anyone who I actually enjoyed spending time with enough to pretend to date so I’ve been going on dates… with myself.”

It took a minute to register the information, but once she got it all, Peggy couldn’t help but laugh. The idea was stupid enough and his execution of it was absolutely absurd. “You know, Frenchie? You probably would’ve have better luck just telling her in the first place. Maybe she would’ve been interested, but now she probably just thinks you’re interested in anyone except her.” She didn’t mean to tear down her friend but he was going about this in the stupidest way possible. “My advice,” she continued, “for the love of god, talk to her. I don’t know what she feels about this, but if you keep it up any longer, you could lose her trust and friendship, and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Peggy collected her trash and stood to leave. “I leave you with that, but keep in mind, I still want everything to work out for you guys. See you, French Fry.” She gave him a hug and headed out to her next lecture.


Burr was that last to see it, but boy was he the luckiest. Aaron was always a part of their friend group, but he also tended to go unnoticed outside of it. So, it was no shock at all when he went to the nearest coffee shop for the third time that week (He liked coffee. Sue him.) and went completely unnoticed by Lafayette, sitting two tables down. Aaron was fine with this, as he had a project due in a couple of days that he wanted to work on. He did however happen to be able to hear what was going on down by Lafayette with proved to be quite interesting in the long-run.

Burr noticed you come into the shop, skip the long line at the counter, and take a seat across from Lafayette. His super hearing kicked at that point because a.) he’s a little nosy and b.) you and Laf were speaking softer than usual.

“Hey,” you said, slipping of your jacket and running a hand through your hair. Lafayette returned the greeting and you began informing one another about the past few days. Burr was slightly confused as to why you hadn’t been with each other all that time as you two were practically inseparable. He tuned out the conversation until you said something that caught his ear. “So, um, how’s your girlfriend?” you asked. Aaron could hear something in your tone, that sounded almost pained as you asked that question.

Lafayette replied guiltily, “About that… I need to talk to you.” That sounded ominous, Burr thought. You had signified for him to continue, and Laf took a large breath before speaking at a speed that reminded Aaron of Alexander. “Y/N, she’s not real. She never was. It was something stupid I did because I suck at telling people how I feel and John told me that this one thing would work and it, how you say, backfired and I really don’t want to mess this up. I’m so sorry Y/N.” Burr thought that Lafayette’s speech sounded almost like a confession of love, except it was missing one thing: the actual confession.

“You…You made up a girlfriend to what? To get space from me? Laf, if you just said you wanted space I would have given you space. I know I can be a little too much at times but you didn’t need to make up some fake girlfriend to get away from me. We’re supposed to be best friends were supposed to be able to talk about this stuff,” you kept your voice steady until you got to “best friends” and Aaron winced at the break.

“No, wait, Y/N, that’s not what I meant!” Lafayette cried out,reaching across the table to grab your hand. You had pulled it away though when your fingers made contact.

“Then what did you mean, Lafayette?” you asked, “Because I’ve spent weeks trying to be happy about you being with some other girl, who apparently doesn’t even exist, and I just want to know if it’s worth even being upset over this because goddamn it Laf. I’ve been stuck on you since freshman year and I can’t just go my entire life pretending like I have a chance with you when I don’t. I’m sick of pretending. So tell me right here and now, what the hell is going on with us because we haven’t been the same us in weeks and I need to know where we stand.”

“Y/N, just let me finish, and I promise it’ll all make sense,” Lafayette pleaded, reaching from your hand again, and this time succeeding. “I told John that I liked this girl. She’s amazing and beautiful and smart and I thought she’d never go for a guy like me, so I asked for his help. He told me that I should just tell her, but I was too scared so he told me to try and make her jealous. Go on a few dates and see how she reacted. But the thing is, I’ve been in love with this girl for the longest time and,”

“Laf,” you choked out and Burr could hear that you were about to cry.

“Shh, let me finish. So I made up a girl that I was going on dates with, but the more fake dates I went on, the more she drifted away from me. I was in way too far over my head, as they say. I was convinced that somehow, my scheme would work. Then people started calling my bluff. Peggy, and John, and Hercules all told me how stupid I was being and that I needed to just tell her how I felt and so,”

“Laf, please stop,” you said. When Aaron looked up, you were crying. “I can’t listen to this. I told you–”

“Trust me, oui? I am almost done.” Laf responded as his grip around your hand visibly tightened. “So I tried my best to keep this girl in my life, but she was still distant, so I invited her out for coffee, I got her her favorite drink,” at that moment he pulled out a cup of your favorite coffee drink and handed it to you. “And I told her a long-winded story about me being an idiot in hopes that she’d see how much nonsense I would go through to be with her. And as I sat in front of her and handed her my heart on a plate… I-I just hope that she’ll take care of it. Because I love her more than anything else in the world and she’s the only person I trust with it.” Now that was a love confession.

“Sh-She’s me?” you asked, stunned.

“She’s always been you, mon amour,” Lafayette sighed and looked down at his hands.

“You’re a dork,” you stated matter of factly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“Pardon?” he said, his eyes shooting up to meet yours with fear shining in them.

“I love you too you stupid French Fry. Now shut up and kiss me before I start to cry again.” You stood and held your arms out to him, as he stood up and made his way around the table to you.

At that moment, Burr looked away because as happy as he was for you, watching you two make out in the middle of a coffee shop was not exactly his cup of tea. Or…er…coffee.

anonymous asked:

imagine yuri and otabek being best buddies and just having a really nice friendship!! and just being bros!! ngl i kinda headcanon otabek as acearo anyway and i just want my bab, yuri, to have a friend bc being a teenager is hard as fuck and friends are gr8.

yeah i agree!! and he can brag to ppl about his cool DJ friend who also happens to be a top skater. i just love the thought of them doing cute friend things like shopping, etc., especially when combined with the trans Yurio headcanon, cause then u get stuff like Otabek giving Yurio some clothes that no longer fit him and showing him how to do his hair in a Cool Biker Way 🙏🏼

sure do love friendship

Keith stared intensely at Lance and Pidge, visibly biting down on a pizza crust. “Y'all are weak,” they told them. Lance and Pidge had been setting their crusts aside, and for Keith, that was the Ultimate Weakness Sign.

“Uh,” Lance started to retaliate, “No. You’re just a total weirdo, tbh.”

“Don’t say ‘tbh’ out loud, Lance.” Pidge was frowning, she looked like she was exaggerating being very tired. “I love you, you’re very important to me, but don’t do that, omg.” She set the crust on the pizza she’d just finished eating aside, and both Keith and Lance were staring at her now.

“So Lance can’t do it, but you can?” Keith had already had a judgy eyebrow raised at her for being a Pizza Weakling, but if possible, it got judgier.

Not skipping a beat, Pidge said, “Yes. I’m cute so I’m automatically exempt.” She smiled, to show off how cute she was.

“I’m cute, too!” Lance huffed, tearing the top off of his pizza slice with his teeth instead of biting into it like a normal human being.

“Yea, Lance is cute, too,” said Hunk, and Keith nodded and made a humming sound in agreement.

“You’re right,” Pidge conceded. “But is he–” She adjusted her glasses, and smirked a bit, “–the cutest?”

“No?” Keith looked confused, “That’s Hunk,” they said, and Hunk suddenly looked very sheepish, while Lance straight up “whoop!”’d to signify he agreed.

“Aw, thanks, Keith,” said Hunk, rubbing the back of his neck. “You too, Lance.”

“I actually… have no argument against that,” Pidge conceded, “You’re right. I can’t even be mad that you think he’s cuter than me, because you’re right.”

“I have to leave, right now, immediately,” said Hunk, who was terrible at taking compliments, “All this love you guys are giving me? It’s overwhelming, and I love all of you, so much. Thank you. I’m just. I’m overwhelmed.”

“You take as much alone time as you need,” said Lance, “We love you and we’re glad you’re taking care of yourself.”

Keith said, “Yep.” and they smiled at Hunk, and Pidge smiled at Hunk while nodding.

“Aw, thanks guys, I love you,” said Hunk, before going off to find a quiet place to scream because he loved his friends and they loved him so much and they never failed to remind him and sometimes he felt so full of love he was afraid his heart would actually explode.

Pidge was the one to continue the conversation after Hunk was gone, “Okay, now back to Keith calling us weak…”

“Y'all are weak,” said Keith again, and they shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s just facts, what you do with pizza crusts is what the weak do with pizza crusts.”

“Keith, have you ever seen an actual human being eat pizza before now?” Pidge asked, doing her best to feign genuine curiosity.

“I’m blocking you,” said Keith, “I’ll do it.”

“You don’t even have any social media to block her on.” Lance reminded them, and Keith smiled.

“That’s what the government wants you to think.”

“….omg,” said Pidge and Lance, simultaneously. The next day, they told Hunk, and they scoured the internet for any trace of Keith. Hunk suggested they just ask Keith, but Keith was having too much fun being needlessly elusive when they tried. They told Hunk in private and made him swear not to tell Lance or Pidge, and Hunk didn’t tell them. It was like he was a secret spy, but he had no idea whose side he was on.

They were all friends having a good time.


get to know me: [1/10] celebrity friendships ♣ will smith and margot robbie

‘i’ve said it to you before but you don’t listen to me because i probably joke too much, but it was the individual greatest film experience of my career. i had the best time that i’ve ever had on a movie working with you on focus.’

‘thank you, will.’

guys i feel like crying in a corner when i think about markhyuck. i may be a little delusive but markhyuck is so soft around each other, excluding all the (loving) teasing haechan does to mark and sometimes vice versa.

like is it just me or does anyone else notice how mark’s focus was like a second too long on haechan when they high-fived during dunk shot perf? and on today’s backstage interview at music bank, haechan is trying so hard to hold back a huge ass smile when mark spoke and after they showed their key point of their dance, both of them looked at each other and snickered and wow- markhyuck’s friendship is really the best. imagine being able to do the things you and your best friend love the most together. when will i reach that level of friendship ;_;

p.s. i may or may not do a list of favorite markhyuck moments so hmu on my inbox/message if u want me to!! (i may just do it lol i rly cant hold back my feelings ;;)

interesting how the thing with benjamin’s vessel wasn’t really explained? like the main reason to bring it up was just to say that angels don’t have genders, but they also made it a point to say that benjamin was “””””friends””””” with the vessel. that whole part was weird to me. it seemed as if there was something other than just friendship going on between angel and vessel, and i thought for sure they’d confirm that benjamin was actually in love with the vessel.

but then they didn’t. but u know what did happen.

“these are my friends”

“my friendship with sam and dean”


f r i en d s

are they really cas are they really just your friends


Request: a bellamy imagine where the reader and him are dating and she’s really jealous of his friendship with clarke ?? thank u !!! i love ur writing :))

Requested by: anonymous

A/N: Sure thing! And thank you so much! Also, no hate towards Clarke! I understand with the whole Finn thing she didn’t know Raven existed. It just fits with the story! So don’t get hurt!

Warning: jealousy?

Originally posted by negasonic-teenage-what-da-shit

You tried to ignore it. Tried to tell yourself that you were just being stupid, that when he came to your tent (after spending the whole day with her) and he lathered you with kisses and cuddles, that proved he loved you and not her. But now… he didn’t even come home, he spent every moment with her.

You’d been sent to the ground along with Bellamy, and after a short while he’d become something special to you. You loved him and at first things had been great, sure he led a group of delinquents but you were part of them, and he always made sure to come back to you every night.

But then Clarke came along, and the two started co-leading. It seems they’d become really good friends and that Bellamy forgot all about you. Even now as you sat beside Raven, working on the radio seeing as you were kind of a good engineer. You couldn’t focus though.

No, your gaze was directed towards Bellamy and Clarke just a few feet away. Bellamy had his hand on Clarke shoulder, seemingly giving her support as they discuss things. The worst part is, you never even knew what it was that they talked all day about. And at first you’d told yourself that this was ridiculous and getting this jealous over a friendship was right, that Bellamy was allowed to have friends that were girls.

But he didn’t even look at you anymore.

Raven noticed your gaze and sighing, she looked over at them. Her eyes narrowing in pity for you, she understood how you feel. Clarke just seemed to like to hangout with everyone else’s boyfriend. “Y/N.” She sighed and snapped your attention over to her. You looked at her, seeing the pity in hers and sighed yourself.

“Look at them.” You said, gesturing over to the pair. “He doesn’t even look at me anymore.”

“Trust me, i know how you feel.” She mumbled bitterly.

“He doesn’t come to our tent anymore, I don’t know where he go but he doesn’t come home.” You said, almost ready to cry. It had been so long that this had been happening and you were mentally exhausted. You just wished if he was going to forget about you, he would at least break up with you instead of keeping you hanging like this.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard. But I think you should break up with him. It helped me, after you know what.” You sighed, staring at her apologetically. Understanding her pain, and this is why you chose to spend all your time with her. She was kind and sympathetic and Raven seemed to be the only one who would listen to you.

“I would… but i’m still in love with him.” You admitted, looking at the ground shamefully.

Raven hesitated, but placed her hand on your shoulder. Giving you a sad smile, “you can go. Go get some sleep.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you sure? I can stay if you st-”

“No, silly, you can go.” She smiled and you sighed, thanking her before walking off. You solemnly walked over to your tent, flipping the tent flap open in a fit as you stormed in. You sat on the bed, laying back as you stared at the ceiling. You were so tired.

It had been a few minutes of silence before you heard footsteps and sitting up, you were shocked to see Bellamy standing there. He seemed oblivious but he still stood stuck at the door, staring at you. You swallowed down your fear, reminding yourself that he’d been the one ignoring you and not the other way around. “Decided to finally come home?” You snapped.

He looked at you, almost confused. “What?”

At the confusion and his bluntly stupid question, something snapped and you stood up. Your hands clenched into fists as you stared at him in anger, not quite believing him. “Are you kidding me?” You yelled.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” He asked confused and concerned. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down, was he actually serious. 

“What’s the matter?” You repeated in disbelief. “What’s the matter? The matter is that you haven’t spent a night in this tent for two weeks, you haven’t looked at me in two weeks, you haven’t talked to me in two weeks!” 

Bellamy took a step back, before he looked at the ground. “I’ve been busy.” He mumbled.

You laughed, sarcastically as you shook your head in disbelief. “You’ve been busy? That’s funny. Busy with Clarke?”

Bellamy’s gaze snapped up to you, staring at you for a moment before he glared at you. “That’s what this is about?” he asked, stepping closer to you almost as if to reach out for you, you flinched. Snapping your head out to knock his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Y/N, i’m allowed to have friends.” 

“Oh, you are. But that isn’t just a friendship.” You retorted.

His face contorted into anger, “and how is that not just a friendship.” It was more of a statement than a question as he stared at you expectantly.

“You spend every moment with her. Talking about things and the few times i asked you about it, you told me it was none of my business. I haven’t touched you in two weeks but every time i look over at you, you two are hugging or touching each other in some way!” You yelled out in a fit, by now tears had started to fall. You tried desperately to control your emotions, but every pent up feeling you’d been experiencing for the past few weeks came back to you.

Bellamy’s face softened and he was filled with guilt at your teary face. Just as he went to talk, you opened your mouth again. Barely whispering. “And the worst part is, I love you still. I don’t know if you love me, but I don’t have the stomach to break up with you, which is what i should’ve done. But i couldn’t because I love you.” You sobbed, wiping at your eyes. You let out a choked cry before you felt arms wrap around you.

Shocked, you tried to push Bellamy off but he just tightened his grip. Eventually you gave up, falling into his shoulder as you let yourself go. It felt so good to be back in his arm. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled.

“For what?” You asked.

“For everything. I shouldn’t have gotten so absorbed with Clarke, your my girlfriend.” He explained, hugging you closer. You sniffled, finally hugging him back as you felt safe again.

“I love you, not Clarke.”


God, I love Garry/older!Ib sooo much ;_;”

I fricking LOVE their friendship when Ib is still a child. But I also love to imagine Ib developing a crush on Garry when she’s in her teenage years. And both of them realising their friendship turned to romantic feelings towards eachother when Ib is in legal age. They’re my ultimate fluff-ship :D And I ONLY ship them when Ib is not that young anymore…! But I’m all in for the cuteness of their friendship when she’s little ;u;

Have some random doodles I did over the last 1 - 2 months. Sorry for the low quality. I scanned them from my sketchbook D:

Shippy art under the cut just to stay safe :3 (omfg just cute stuff, don’t worry!!)

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