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If you’ve never read my initial theory post, please do yourself a favor and check that shit out. It is a foundation for the theory that, regrettably, was missing a lot of information that I wasn’t able to get to until I was able to do a reread of the series, plus I wanted to wait for the series to develop a little further. The original post was made right after “Deku vs Kacchan 2” was released, so we’ve had about 30 chapters of development. You might be wondering how on earth 3k words isn’t enough to make my point the first time, but here I am yet again! 

I might sound crazy, but believe me when I say… I am the MOST serious. 

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Midnight Memories // The Color Of My World Part Two [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

Series Masterlist

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x Reader/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, A Smug Stiles Stilinski Talking About Sex, Swearing, Physical and Verbal Violence, Abusive Relationship, AND REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE STILES STILINSKI SERIOUSLY HE IS SUCH A CUTIE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN.

Word Count: 6,168  

Song: Kid In Love by Shawn Mendes (The lyrics are so spot on it’s actually kind of terrifying)

A/N: Thank you so much for loving part one y’all. Here’s part two that also ends with another cliffhanger because I’m addicted to making you guys go crazy lol

“Oh, shit.” Stiles gasped, letting go of me as I stood on my own.

The room remained full of life and color even though he was no longer touching me. My skin, however, felt lost without Stiles. His touch left a lingering burn in my body and I was already craving it again. I longed for someone I just met and, for some reason, it felt right.

“W-We’re-” I stuttered, my mind completely overwhelmed with what we just discovered.

“Soulmates.” He finished my sentence, his warm colored eyes piercing into mine.

Stiles Stilinski, the boy my boyfriend secretly despises, is my soulmate. It’s funny just how sadistic the universe really is.

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hi! here it is! the third part to let’s hurt tonight. the first two parts are linked below if you missed them! i hope you like it, only two parts left!

let’s hurt tonight | future looks good


questions, comments, concerns

The drive home wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t something you were accustomed to driving through in California. In fact, now that you think about it, you’re not sure you’ve ever driven in a storm like this. The rain fell down in sheets so heavy your windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. You had to keep your hands firmly on the wheel when wind threatened to push you into another lane. You held your breath every time your car hydroplaned for a few seconds, taking all your self control not to slam on the brakes. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled as you finally pull your car into the garage, close to 12 AM. With a sigh, you shut the car off and grab your things, fumbling with the keys in the lock. The door gets stuck and you push it a few times before it gives and you practically fall through the threshold.

Candles are lit all around the house and its a moment before you realize the power’s out. Harry walks into view, phone in hand, looking panicked, “Where have you been?”

You frown, “Work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “You were at work until 12:00 AM?”

“Actually it was more like 11:15…” You trail off when you see the look on his face, “What? There’s only a month until this trial I need all the time I can get.”

“You could’ve at least called! Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were wrapped around a tree somewhere.”

“I’m sorry, my phone died and the power in the office went out.”

“You couldn’t have borrowed someone else’s phone?”

“I was the only one left in the office.” A lie, but you didn’t think now was the best time to tell him you and Ron had been alone in the office all night with nothing but candles to light the room.

He gives a short laugh, “Of course, of course you were the only one left, you’re the only one crazy enough to stay at work that late especially when there’s no power.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Harry.”

“Me? I’m the arsehole right now? You’re six hours late and you didn’t even call.”

“And I said I was sorry!” You walk past him and start up the stairs, rolling your eyes when you hear his steps echo your own.

“You always say you’re sorry, but you never mean it. You just keep doing the same things. When was the last time you got home at a decent hour?”

You round on him, “This is the most important case I’ve ever had! Can’t you just cut me some slack until it’s over?”

He’s a couple steps below you so for once you’re eye level, neither of you yielding to the other.

“I don’t know how much more slack I can cut you when you don’t show any regard for my feelings.” His voice is low and layered with indifference. He’s tired and he can’t fight you anymore.

Maybe if your day had gone different, maybe if you had gotten home earlier, maybe if you weren’t so stressed and frustrated, maybe you would’ve apologized and meant it this time. Maybe you would’ve kissed Harry and told him to come to bed.

But instead, you scoffed, “You’re being ridiculous. You’ll be over this by morning, I’m going to bed.” And you do indeed go to bed, leaving Harry on the stairs.

You’re awake when he climbs into bed and you think it might be the first time he doesn’t reach for you before falling asleep.


“They did what?”

Ron throws a pile of papers on your desk and you immediately begin flipping through them, “They changed their story.”

“Why… Why would he do that?”

“Probably because he figured it would be easier for us to catch them in a lie if they stuck with the whole ‘I’ve never seen her in my life’ bit. Oh, and a witness came forward who said she saw the three boys talking to our client during that party and that one of them got her a drink.”

“So we could use that witness to imply that they spiked her drink, just like she said they did.”

“Yeah.” He collapses in his seat, “So this case just got a lot more difficult.”

You quietly scan the papers over as quickly as possible, “They still won’t admit sexual relations with her.”

“Because we have no evidence to prove otherwise.”

“Except her testimony.”


You lightly toss the papers and lean back in your chair, “Shit.” You murmur.

Ron runs his hands over his face, “There really was no physical evidence?”

“We’ve been over this, she never went to the hospital, or anyone until days later. She only let me take pictures of her bruises, nothing else. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her.”

He’s quiet a moment, “What about her underwear? What happened to that?”

You flippantly wave your hand, “She never found it, she left… without it.” Your voice trails off as an idea begins to take root.

“Oh!” Ron points to you, “That’s your idea face, I love that face, gimme something good darlin’.”

“Call me darling again and I’ll have you castrated.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m a misogynist, you’ve told me a million times, yada yada yada, now what’s churning in that pretty head of yours?” You glare at him. “I meant, in that intelligent, brilliant head of yours.”

You roll your eyes, “I was just thinking that maybe we underestimated these boys.”

He frowns, “I’m not following.”

“What if… what if they took her underwear in case it did have semen on it? What if one of them still has it?”

Ron sits up now, you have his attention, “Do you think we could get a search warrant?”

You shrug, “The judge did give me access to the school’s records of past accusations. He might give it to us, but I don’t know, it’s just a guess.”

He gets up and pulls on his blazer, “Come on, let’s go.” He tosses you your keys, “You’re driving.”

“Where are we going?”

“The judge’s chambers.”

“Oh, okay, yeah that’s super reasonable, let’s just show up unannounced. I’m sure he’ll take that very well.”

He ignores your sarcasm, “He loves us, it’ll be fine.”


You try calling Harry in the car because being alone with Ron for so long makes you miss him, but he doesn’t answer.

And you, being so oblivious to others lately, don’t realize that he ignored you on purpose.


“Usually it’s the police that come to me asking for a warrant. This is quite unusual.” He looks down at the both of you through his wire framed spectacles.

You knew this would be coming. “Of course, Your Honor, but given that the police were hesitant to even carry out the arrest warrant because of their… connections with the defendants, you can imagine why we’re concerned that they haven’t proceeded with this investigation as thoroughly as they should have.”

“I agree with you, but this also seems like a desperate attempt to get more evidence and it sounds to me like the two of you are struggling to build a case.”

“Not at all, Your Honor, it’s just that most of our evidence is subjective and we know how a jury loves some DNA.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find DNA on that underwear still.”

“Even so, finding the underwear in their possession would be damning enough.”

“And do you have reason to believe one of them has the underwear?”

“When our client awoke after the incident she was never able to find it, so we were thinking it was possible they took it to cover their tracks.”

There’s a long pause, and then he sighs. “I’m going to send three separate warrants for each of the defendants permitting search of their dorm rooms and their cars. I really hope you’re right about this.”

You couldn’t believe your luck, “Thank you, Your Honor.”

You felt like you were walking on air as you walked out of the courtroom, you had a really good feeling about this and your first thought immediately was to call Harry and share the good news. Though, you couldn’t do that in front of Ron who would surely jump down your throat about confidentiality.


You practically skipped into the house around 4:30, you and Ron deciding to take the rest of the day off after the success of the search warrant. Her underwear had been found in the trunk of one of the boys’ cars and sent to the lab immediately.

“Harry?” You call through the house, unable to keep the smile off your face.

It’s a few moments before the basement door creaks open and Harry appears, “You’re home.” He frowns.

“Yeah, so are you.” You say, setting your things down and walking towards him, “Why didn’t you go to the studio?”

He shrugs, “Wanted to work by myself today.”

You’re excited to tell him your good news, but something seems off, “Is everything okay?” You reach to put a hand on his arm and he very subtly avoids it, walking by you to the fridge to grab a water. You turn to follow him, confusion and hurt warring on your face. He wasn’t subtle enough.

“Fine,” He says and takes a sip of water, “Why are you home so early?”

You’re still recovering from his rejection, “Um…” He blinks at you. “I’m sorry, I just, something seems off here.”

“Does it?” He says, “I haven’t noticed.” He opens the fridge again and then closes it, “We need groceries.” He goes to grab his keys.

“Can I come with you?” You refuse to sit at home doing nothing knowing something’s wrong.

He looks like he might say no, but then he sighs, unable to say no to you, “Sure.”

Harry turns the radio on almost immediately and turns it just high enough so that talking would be difficult. You reach out to turn down the volume, “Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About why you’re clearly angry with me.”

“I’m not angry, I’m tired.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Tired?”

His fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “I’m tired of coming second to your case.”

Realization dawns on you, “This is about last night.” He doesn’t answer. “Harry, I said I was sorry. I even came home early today.”

“And I have no doubt that that decision had nothing to do with me.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters! Because you never come home for me. Ron probably gets to spend more time with you than I do. For all I know there’s something going on with the two of you.”

“Now you just sound stupid.”

“Yeah? Why did you lie to me about being alone in the office last night? I know Ron was with you.”

Oh no. “How did you know that?”

“I ran into him this morning when I went to get coffee. Why did you lie to me?” He repeats.

“You were already mad at me and I didn’t want to give you another reason to be upset.”

“So you lied to me? Did you think when I found out I would be happy about that?”

“I didn’t think you would find out.” You said quietly. “But I hate Ron and it’s ridiculous for you to think that there’s anything going on and I know you know that.”

“Maybe it’s ridiculous or maybe you realized you should’ve married a lawyer like Ron so you’d have someone more understanding than me.“

You roll your eyes, “Well, we’re not married yet, so you still have time to change your mind.”

You’re at a red light and he turns his full body to you, “Is that what you want?” He says quietly.

“Of course not!” You throw your hands up in exasperation, “If I wanted to marry a lawyer I wouldn’t have gotten engaged to you! But since you wanna be so damn dramatic about this—”

“You know what, I don’t want to talk about this anymore because you’re just not getting it and I’m tired of talking in circles.” He turns the volume of the radio back up.

You immediately reach out and turn it back down, “So, what? You’re just going to be mad at me forever? Do you want me to quit my job, is that it? You’re asking me to choose between you and my career and we promised we’d never ask that of each other.”

He pulls into a parking spot outside of Whole Foods. “That’s not what I want! I don’t want you to choose! I just want to feel like we’re equally prioritized and right now it feels like you’re picking your career over me.” The car is parked and turned off at this point.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, growing tired of constantly having to defend yourself, “Harry, I’m doing the best I can.”

“What happens when we have kids? Huh? Are you going to abandon them the way you abandon me every time there’s a case that’s more important?”

For a moment, the devastation plays across your face, but then you set your jaw and furiously wipe at the one tear that managed to escape your eyes. “That’s a really shitty thing to say.” Your voice is thick and you get out of the car, slamming the door before walking into the store, Harry trailing behind you. You try your best to look normal because despite Harry’s comment, you don’t want anyone to get a shot of the two of you fighting.

You sniffle as you reach the shopping carts, but the one you want is stuck and you’re getting more frustrated, aggressively trying to separate it from another cart when Harry gently pushes your hands away and pulls it out for you. You sniff again, “Thanks.” You murmur.

You’re both silent as you push through the aisles, each grabbing things you want. You’re grabbing a couple rolls of sushi for dinner because you’re too lazy to cook tonight when Harry finally says something, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says softly.

You place the sushi in the cart and continue pushing without saying anything for a while. Then, “Do you even know how much I love you?”

He sighs, “Yeah, of course I do—“

“Then how could you even say that to me? Abandon you? Abandon our future children? And on top of that you think I would leave you for another lawyer? Is that really how little you think of me?” You’re fighting back tears again in the cereal aisle and Harry steps in front of the cart, to stop you from moving.

When he moves to you and cups your face in his hands, you let him, “I didn’t mean that, I was upset.”

You push his hands away, “People always mean the things they say when they’re upset.” You press the sleeve of your shirt to your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

He makes an exasperated sound from behind and then lengthens his strides until he’s next to you, “Look, I—“ He blows out air between his lips, “I was wrong to say that. I know you would never… I know how much you love me and it was a stupid thing to say. And I hate that I made you cry and I don’t want to fight anymore—We need coffee—It’s just I miss you and things with the label aren’t going well and I just… I just feel like I’m grabbing desperately at the things I love and they’re all falling through my fingers and I don’t know what to do.”

You’re throwing the coffee Harry said you needed in the cart before you turn back to him, “I’m sorry things aren’t going well at work, but you and I both know you’re brilliant at what you do and things will work out. As for me? You’re never going to lose me, Harry. And I don’t know what I have to do to convince you. I mean, I already promised to marry you.” You both smile as you always do at the mention of the engagement. The giddiness never fades. “I’ll spend more time with you when I’m home from now on. No more late work nights until the week of the trial and no working at home, does that seem fair?”

He nods and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, conscious that people have been watching you since you walked in, “I’m sorry.”

“So am I. And I never want to have this argument ever again.”

“Well thank God because I’m tired of having it.”

You smile and press another quick kiss to his mouth before continuing through the store.


“And so,” You pop another piece of sushi in your mouth, “The judge gave us the warrant, the police went to search the properties… and they found her underwear.”

“Really?” He swallows, “That’s great, babe. You have this in the bag then.”

“Not necessarily.” You wanted to talk about the case, but also Harry was looking exceptionally snuggly in a big pink jumper and sweatpants, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he took when the two of you got back from the store. It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on you, even watching him eat his sushi was somehow endearing and distracting.

“…Are you going to elaborate on that?” He asks, trying to hide his smirk when he realizes you’re staring at him.

“I’ve decided I don’t really want to talk about the case anymore.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

You nod, “Really. Could really use a good cuddle, actually.”

He tosses out your empty sushi containers, “I might know a guy who can help with that.“

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh yeah?”

He nods and grabs your hand before tugging you towards the stairs, “As long as you promise not to leave the bed from now until the morning unless it’s for food.”

You smirk, “Anything else?”

You’re in the bedroom now and he pushes you back on the bed, “Yeah. You let me be the little spoon occasionally.”

He barely let’s you settle yourself before he collapses onto the and wraps himself around you, “Deal.” You agree just as you feel his lips against your skin and his hand slide gently under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Your skin’s really soft.” He murmurs and his breath makes goosebumps spread across your body.

“Do you wanna talk?”

He pulls back and looks at you, “About what?”

“You… Your work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “My work? You mean where I spend my days trying to think of more poetic and sonically pleasing ways to convey how much I love you?” He’s kissing your neck again and it’s hard to focus.

“No, I’m serious, Harry.”

He pulls away and rests his head on your stomach, no longer kissing you. You gently run your fingers through his still damp hair to try and soothe him. “I just feel like I’m never going to live up to this pedestal everyone’s put me on. And I hate the idea of disappointing my fans or, well, anyone really. Especially you.”

“Baby, come on, you’re never gonna disappoint me. Let’s be real.”

“I am being real.” You can see this is genuinely bothering him, “I don’t know what to do.”

“I think you should talk to people who know more about this than I do. But if you want my advice, I think the music you believe in has always been your best work.”

He crawls up to you and presses his lips to yours, slow and gentle, “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome,” You murmur, "Can I hear any music yet?”

He laughs into your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip, “Absolutely not.” You pout at him and he runs his thumb over your lip, “Stop that.”

You stare him down until you can’t keep a straight face anymore, “Hold me, please.”

He obliges you and reaches to turn on the TV and an argument ensues about which movie to watch, but it doesn’t matter because you fall asleep in his arms a half hour later.


Ron walks into your office and sits at the seat across from you. After a moment you look up and notices he’s smiling. Smiling like he did the day the cops found the underwear. You put your pen down and then fold your hands in front of you, “What d’you got?”

“You remember ages ago when we hired a psychologist to evaluate our client, but she refused to go?” You nod, “Well, it looks like she showed up there on her own today to be evaluated.”

You frown, “Is she okay? She wouldn’t have gone there unless she was desperate for help.”

“The psychologist doesn’t think she’s a danger to herself or anything, but she did call me and gave me the results of the evaluation.” He smiles, “Are you ready?”

You stare at him, “Obviously.”

“She has PTSD, the psychologist is willing to testify that if we need her to. She also advised us to be careful during the trial because seeing the defendants may trigger her.”

“What happens if she… gets triggered?”

He shrugs, “Could be anything, panic attack, mental breakdown, flashbacks to that night.” You sigh. “But this is good, I mean, she wouldn’t have PTSD if it didn’t happen.”

You shake your head, “They can argue that it could be from anything, that she had it before that night, even. It might prove she was sexually assaulted, but it doesn’t prove they did it.”

“But with the underwear and everything, I think it’ll put enough doubt in the minds of the jury.”

You nod, “Maybe. It might be enough. Thanks, Ron.” He stands to leave just as there’s a knock at your door and Sophia’s there and someone’s waiting behind her. No, not someone, Harry.

“Sorry to bother you, but your fiancé said he needed to speak with you privately.”

Harry walks in and Ron and Sophia leave, closing the door behind them. You frown and walk towards Harry, “Is everything alright—?”

He grabs you and pushes you against the wall, his mouth colliding with yours in a frenzy. Once the shock wears off, you kiss him back, pulling at his hair. His hands begin to push up your skirt, and that’s when reality comes crashing in and you pull away, “Harry, what are you— What’s going on? Did you come here just to have sex with me? Because you know I’m busy and—“

He sighs, “No, no, I just wanted to start this off positively.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re more confused now than ever.

“Before I tell you, I want you to remember what a loving person I am and how much I care about you—“


He sighs, “My mum just called and… they didn’t want me to tell you, but her and Gemma have insisted on throwing you a surprise bridal shower—“

Your face falls, “No… No, I don’t want that, didn’t you tell them—“

“I did, but they insisted. They’re also worried because the wedding is in six months and you haven’t picked out your dress yet.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but for a few seconds nothing comes out, “I’ve been busy.” You say quietly.

“I know, sweetheart, and I understand, I do, but… They won’t listen to me. And they feel like they have to because of the situation with your— your parents—“

“I don’t have parents.” You say harshly.

Harry just nods, used to the way you react when they’re brought up, “Yeah, that. So… They’ll be coming down next week to help you pick out a dress and then throw you the bridal shower and then they’ll be gone, I promise, just give them two days, Sunday and Monday. Sunday will be the shower and then Monday to pick out a dress, okay?”

You sigh, remembering that you promised Harry you’d put him first sometimes, “Fine, but if I have to take Monday out of work, then I’m staying late Friday to make up for it.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Really? That’s it?”

You frown, “What do you mean ‘that’s it’? Aren’t you mad I’m going to be staying late?”

“To be honest, I thought I’d have to give up my Saturday with you, but this is much better.”

You give him a small smile, “Well get out of here before I change my mind then.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You already got far too many kisses when you first showed up here, if you remember.”

He pouts and comes around the desk to get closer to you, “Just one? Just a little one?”

You laugh and quickly press your lips to his, “Now go.”

“One more, just one more, love?” And he’s kissing you as you laugh until you finally push him away and he backs off, a smile on his face that causes his dimples to make an appearance. “See you at home. Love you.”

“I love you too.” You say before he disappears out the doorway. You look at your desk, an opening statement beginning to be drafted, and then back at the door.


“Harry! Wait!” You catch him in the parking lot, out of breath, carrying your belongings. He turns and when he sees you with all your things he smiles. “Let’s go to the beach.”

He walks to meet you and takes a bag out of your hands before kissing you, “That sounds perfect.“

Your Perfect Fit

Deadpool x Reader

Summary: A woman is cursed by the gods to kill any man she falls in love with. She falls in love with a man who is cursed by the gods with immortality.

Year 1025

You had witnessed the rise and falls of humanity over your many years of life. With your years of experience, man had managed to teach you many things.

1) They have a surprising lack to trust a woman, whether her opinion is right or wrong.

2) Anyone who does not look like them is not to be treated as an equal.

3) Love is either the greatest or worst thing to befall you.

Of course, number three is extremely relevant. When you were three years old, your father Hades had been too overprotective. Never one to let you explore, or seek the adventure you desperately sought your entire life. Naturally, as any father would do, he cursed you to kill any man you fell in love with.

Thanks, dad.

You had charmed and fallen for many men in your life, never able to learn from your mistakes. In a world so desperate to separate people to love, it always seemed to come at the wrong time. You fell for them always, hard and fast without you even realizing it was happening. Before you knew it, it was bloody floors, teary eyes and hushed ‘I’m sorry’s.’ Then it was on the run, trying to find a new beginning, a new meaning for a cursed life that would last an eternity. After your last failed love in the year 2015, you hauled ass to New York City, hoping to find solace in the bright lights and busy streets.

New York was strange, aliens falling from the sky was how you got introduced to the Avengers. A group of enhanced individuals attempting to save the earth. You would watch their notorious battles in pity, knowing that the abilities you were born with could end it all. But, the world wasn’t ready for you or worse your father and his brothers. They could hardly handle the mere mortals, to begin with.

There were no Avengers today, no hundred-year-old soldiers or flying tin suits. Just a relatively quiet day in the city. Well, it was a relatively quiet day.

You sat in your now destroyed car, staring flabbergasted at the red suit bounding toward a toppled down car. Wasting no time, motivated slightly by the rage of your smashed vehicle you made your way toward who you were assuming caused all of this. Another Captain America wanna be no doubt.

Attempting to calm down so no unseemly features would appear you stomped your way over to the car. Ignoring the various shouts from men behind you, mind narrowed and focused on one thing. That was until there was a gunshot. You felt it, of course, piercing right in your shoulder, causing you to turn your head down to the wound.

“That’s it!” You yelled, hands flying up in frustration. You shot a glare at the men behind you, all guns raised ready to fire. “I have suffered too many years for this bullshit!” As you ranted you strutted toward the men, flames and darkness erupting around you. You watched as eyes widened and screams rang in the distance, emotions you were far too used to.

“I’m just trying to have a normal day, and you assholes can’t keep your own damn business of the road! People have places to be dickwads!”  With one final scream darkness shot out of you, racing above the concrete and toward the men. The souls wrapped themselves around their necks, hoisting them into the air dangling them helplessly.

“Damn sweet buns! When is it my turn!” A high pitch voice rang from behind you. You whipped your head around glaring at the voice. It was the asshole in the red suit, leaning against the car watching amused.

“You have the earn that honour honey.” Your voice rang, the deeper tones of the souls summoned ringing in harmony with yours. As if someone had slapped you across the face you snapped out of the trance you always seemed to enter. Lowering your once raised hands, the flames dimmed and you felt your eyes return to a normal state. You hated when you got like that, you father leaking through every ounce of your skin. You heard yelling, it all seemed distant now, cops yelling for backup children and parents screaming. You froze, and stood, and took it all in. This is who you truly were and no one would ever be able to accept it, not on this earth.

Before the cops could get too close, you felt someone tugging on your arms. Turning, eyes hazed the red suit was there leading you away from your impending doom. “C’mon you beautiful demon we gotta go.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, turning and sprinting follow his lead. The only time you questioned was when he leads you to the edge of the freeway.

“You’re fucking joking.” You stated bluntly, eyes locked on the ground below.

“Don’t pussy out, it’s not like you can get hurt!” He yelled, not leaving you a choice as he lept into oblivion. Taking a deep breath and shrugging to yourself you followed pursuit, landing harshly in a pile of trash. A garbage truck, you were in a garbage truck.

“We’re in trash.” You sighed ashamed. Maybe saying it aloud would help you come to terms with it. “This is not how today was supposed to go.”

“This isn’t even the deepest shit I’ve been in.” The red suit added, flopping down onto his back in the garbage. You raised a brow, smirking slightly at his humour in such a shitty situation.

“Who are you?” You asked, shifting so you were leaning against the truck.

“Jolly Ol’ Mr.Pool of course.” He answered.

“Right, what’s your actual name smart ass.” You shot back.

“Deadpool, how about you hot buns? Quite the talent there.”

“Y/N.” You sighed, attempting to shift your attention to the moving traffic around you. If your dad was watching you now he was probably having a hissing fit. Getting hell nice and spiffy for when you reluctantly trudged back down there. ‘Wasn’t a walk in the park was it, sweetheart?’

“So are you like a mutant or just a really angry broad?” Deadpool asked, sitting up slightly adjusting his hands behind his head, one leg crossed in the air.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You laughed, thinking of how stupid daughter of the king of hell sounded.

“Oh honey I’ve heard weird, you’re shit was the most normal I’ve seen in a long time.”  

You laughed, it seemed impossible for you to connect with someone like this. “I’m the daughter of Hades.” You said, shrugging at his shocked face, hands slapping his cheeks.

“Well no shit, I’m with royalty.”

“I’m far from royalty.” You chuckled, god meet Y/N princess of hell. It sounded so pathetic, but what was even more pathetic was that he was technically right.

“So how old are you?” He asked, sitting up crossed legged, chin perched on his hand.

“Seriously? You’re going to ask a classy lady how old she is?” You said, mocking shock. “I’m 1041.”

“Well, I have always liked older woman.”

Year 1026

“Wade you asshole come to bed.” You yelled from your warm position in your shared bed. A year ago you were dumpster diving with the Deadpool, now you were sharing a bed and living together. It seemed surreal, to have someone seem to be made for you. Your curse had managed to slip into the back of your mind when you two had first started working together. Granted, he was in love with Vanessa at the time so you didn’t think much of it. Things had changed though, Vanessa decided she didn’t love Wade anymore, his scarred skin proved too much. And, since you and Wade had been working together since the day you had met you were there to patch him up whenever he was down.

“Coming in hot!” He yelled, cannonballing into the bed beside you, quickly wrapping you up in his arms. You giggled as he laid you down on his chest, resting your head and smiling up at the face you loved.

“I’m like a Halloween mask Y/N, it’s not cute.” Wade warned, you two sitting across from each other.

“Wade fucking Wilson take that mask off I swear to god.” You teased, playfully punching his shoulder. “I lived in hell for god’s sake I’ve seen the worst monsters in the world.”

“Okay, okay.” Taking a deep breath, Wade pulled off his mask revealing the scarred tissue beneath.

“Wow, that was a letdown.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the floor toward the kitchen.

“What? That was the biggest cinematic reveal in history!” He yelled, hot on your heels bounding toward you.

“It’s not even that bad Wade you are the most dramatic human being on this planet. And I’ve been alive for 1025 years.”

“I love you” Wade smiled, which was met by your hard glare. He pinned you down, not allowing you to move as your body fought against you.

“I hate you I can’t believe you said that!” You laughed, knowing the full effect of his words.

“Remember the first time that happened and you stabbed me, good times.” Wade smiled, pretending to reminisce on the not so pleasant memory.

“I’m in love with you.” Wade whispered, letting out a shaky sigh.”

“Shit shit shit.” You cursed your body moving against your will toward the kitchen drawers.

“What’s going on hot buns?” Wade called after you “I was trying to have a moment there.”

“Wade don’t take this personally but I’m going to stab you.”

“Is this a kink or?”

After it the urge to murder Wade had worn off, you settled into bed. Resting your head on his chest you couldn’t help but smile, you had found your perfect fit.

3 | Red Skies

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“I’m telling you it was just some kids being kids. Don’t read too much into it man.” Yoongi patted Jin on his arm, trying to calm down the angry man,

“It wasn’t kids. I know it was that bitch upstairs.” Jin spat coldly,

“That bitch upstairs is right here you know. It wasn’t me, look at the glass,” you walked between the two men, both of them towering over you, “The glass is on the inside of the house, right? So it must’ve been smashed from the outside. I can’t leave the house, so how could it have been me?”

Jin shoved your body down on to the ground, not caring if you landed in the dozens of glass shards, he loomed over your figure, “Don’t try and outsmart me little girl, I know you had something to do with this.” He grabbed his khaki coloured jacket from the sofa and headed out the door.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi shouted,

“Melissa’s. Why, did you want to watch how a real man pleases his woman?”

How did a guy like him even find a mate?

The door slammed angrily, earning a disapproving groan from Yoongi’s lips before he left the room and a small shake from the entire building. As much as you hated Jin and his temperament, he was right, you did have something to do with the abundance of smashed glass that decorated the living room floor. Memories of the mans face flashed through your mind, you were almost certain you’d never seen him before. Rolling up the jeans Nancy had given you to wear you observed the bite mark again, could the man who came to the house be your bleeder?

Suddenly an excruciating pain hammered inside your head as you tried to stand up, the loudest ringing noise hung heavy on your ears, weighing you down to the floor once more. The intensity of the sound caused you to cover your ears with your hands, your body convulsing in agony on top of the smashed glass.

Y/N. Y/N listen to me.

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TOP’s Ideal Type

“ I used to have an image of a girl I would like in my head, but now I am looking for a friend that I can connect with”

“ I like feminine girls. Who have some qualities I don’t have”

How would you describe femininity? 

TOP: Hmm. You need a voice higher than mine.

Lol aint Jiyong the most high-pitched voice in BIGBANG. And he sounds damn cute when he talks in Aegyo way ^ ^  And GD&TOP themselves acknowledge their contrasting voices. hm..

When do you get excited when seeing a girl? 

TOP: I haven’t felt like that in a while. I like the feeling of when a girl just looks at me.

Cr:  kristine ‏@kristinekwak 

ranking flower names (swedish)

a spinoff to my ranking of fruit names! flowers can have just the cutest - or weirdest - names, so i wanted to make a list about them. listing flowers whose names aren’t very similar to english (so like, no lavender or rose).

påsklilja (daffodil): this literally means easter lily. they rarely manage to bloom exactly when easter actually is. it’s okay though. it’s a pretty name. better than daffodil imo. 6/10

prästkrage (daisy, the taller kind): priest’s collar. not really a pretty name, but very accurate description of what the flower looks like. 5.4/10

tusensköna (daisy, but like really small, grows in lawns): thousand beauty. look me in the eyes and tell me that’s not the cutest name you’ve ever heard. 1000/10

vitsippa (wood anemone): very clear and literal name. vit means white, and that’s the colour of the flower. sippa indicates that it’s part of the anemone family. 7/10 for being this clear, but a little boring.

blåsippa (hepatica): the name suggests that this is just like the vitsippa but blue, and apperantly new resarch supports this flower to be in the same family as anemones, but in sweden these are protected, you’re not allowed to pick them, unlike wood anemones. there’s even a childrens’ song about picking hepatica, it’s very old, but kids today don’t know that and therefore think it’s okay to pick them. 1/10 for tricking children like this.

solros (sunflower): sun rose. okay. it’s not a rose at all though. 4/10

hyacint (hyacinth): ok i KNOW this one is very similar to english and therefore shouldn’t be in this list but i love the name ok it’s 10/10 leave me alone

syren (lilac): according to swedish grammar rules of pronounciation, the emphasis should be on the y here (like the word syre, oxygen), but it isn’t. it’s on the e. syreeeeen. you could solve this by adding a ´ to the e. like in matiné. but we don’t. the word is spelled that way. 10/10 for how it sounds but 0/10 for it’s spelling.

löjtnanshjärta (bleeding heart): lieutenant’s heart. sounds noble, doesn’t it? sounds important. and they sure look like a troop, the way they line up. 8.8/10

maskros (dandelion): worm rose. um. you’re not a rose either. and i’m not sure where you get the worm part from. i do like the name though, sounds hardcore, just like this flower is. it’s strong as heck. 5/10

ringblomma (marigold): circle flower. i’m very curious about who decided that this particular flower would get that name? it’s not like it’s the only one that’s round? 5.9/10

pelargon (geranium): cute!! also sounds kinda funny. i like saying it. maybe it’s because it’s in a sketch and i crack up everytime. idk. 8/10

tussilago (coltsfoot): it frustrates me that i can’t define what puts me off about this name, but it sure is something. 2/10

smörblomma (buttercup): guuuurl this is such a good name!! like if i didn’t know better i’d legit think you made butter from these flowers, because of their texure on the petals. 9.3/10

vallmo (poppy): oh doesn’t this sound lovely when you say it. the flow. just like how they move in a light breeze. vallmo…. vallmo 10/10

nejlika (carnation): also a very pretty name! i mean if you’d devide this into nej and lika it would mean no and alike and that makes no sense but as one word? it’s perfect! 8.9/10

liljekonvalj (lily of the valley): again i loooove the flow of this word. easily one of the prettiest words we have in this language. 11/10

förgätmigej (forgetmenot): this is the same name as in english, but in swedish. förgät is however a very old way of saying forget, today we say glömma (and imperative would be glöm) instead. but try to say glömmiginte. that just sounds suuuuper weird. it would be like saying dontforgetme in english. i’m glad we’re throwing in old swedish in this. 7.6/10

orkidé (orchid): this is like tussilago but the oppoiste? i wanna point out what i like with this but i can’t define it? i just really like it. maybe it’s because it sounds a little french. 8.6/10

blåklocka (bluebell): again a literal translation. and who can blame us, it’s exactly what the flower looks like. but unlike vitsippa this also sounds very beautiful. 8.1/10

fingerborgsblomma (foxglove): thimble flower. because the petals look like you could put them on your finger when you’re sewing. wouldn’t recommend actually doing it though, i believe they’re poisonous? 3/10

kungsängslilja (checkerd lily): look at how MaJEsTIC this sounds!!! king meadow lily. a royal flower indeed. does remind me of a village and company name though (kungsängen). the company makes beds. a weird connection. 9/10 still sounds royal af.

myskmadra (woodruff): imagine if lynda woodruffs name was lynda myskmadra.. i can see why they didn’t choose it. love the name in itself though. sounds mystical, makes me think of dark forests and earthy smells. and witches. 9.9/10

midsommarblomster (cranesbill): I. LOVE IT! what a lovely name to give a flower, to make people think of midsummer, the magical holiday and highlight of june. and it sounds just loooovely. 12/10

kaprifol (honeysuckle): YES. good. there’s something powerful in this. if kungsängslilja is the prom king kaprifol is the queen. and if the king does her wrong she will not hesitate to take him out. she shows no mercy to those who bring injustice to society. 10/10.


Sometimes Root would come home from a mission scattered. She’d sit on the couch and stare into space for hours, laptop forgotten and half-sliding off her legs until Shaw came and rescued it. She didn’t seem distressed or like she was in shock. Just gone.

When she eventually snapped back to the present, it would be with a slight shake of her head. She’d look around the room, curiously, as if she couldn’t quite recall how she’d gotten there, and then act normally. Or what passed for normal where Root was concerned.

“You done staring at the wall?” Shaw asked after one such occurrence.

Root paused in the middle of smoothing out the ruffled cocktail dress she hadn’t changed out of yet. She looked like she was about to answer, but then only smiled and countered with: “Maybe I’ll stare at you now instead.”

Shaw could appreciate not wanting to talk about certain things, but she couldn’t stop trying to piece together the mystery. Root was usually hurtling forward at a million miles a minute. To see her still and empty was unsettling.

It took her a little while to see the pattern.

“Who were you this time?” she asked when Root snapped back to the present.

“Secretary at a law firm.” Root peeled off a black blazer Shaw had never seen before. “Had to get my hands on some documents in the company safe. One of the lawyers tried to get his hands on me, though, so I left him in the safe instead.”

Some thieves left a calling card at the scene of their crime, like a glove or rose or something dumb. Root seemed to leave behind unconscious and severely traumatized misogynists as her calling card. Shaw couldn’t risk telling her how much of a kick she got out of that without risking a round of smugness.

Another episode followed a few weeks later.

“Let me guess…professional dog walker?”

Her outfit wasn’t anything special this time, but it was coated in animal hair.

“Groomer, not walker,” Root corrected as she got up from the couch, leaving a layer of hair behind.

“Well, don’t get any ideas about putting bows on Bear.”

“But he’d look so good with them.” Root pulled a handful of orange ribbon from her pocket and dangled it in front of Shaw like she was a kitten she was trying to entice into playing with it.

Unnecessary pet accessories aside, it was always a relief to see her full of life again.

The next time it happened, Shaw decided it was time to have a talk.

“Do I have something on my face?” Root asked when she blinked out of her trance to find Shaw sitting in a chair across from her, arms crossed.

“You never used to space out after taking other identities. What changed?”

There was a slight flicker of uneasiness on Root’s face, quickly chased away by a lazy smile that was anything but authentic. “Hmmm, maybe sometimes I get too into my role. Side effects of being too good at lying, I suppose.”

It felt like a half-truth to Shaw. “Used to be you’d be a pilot in the morning, a barista in the afternoon, and a debutante in the evening. Now you’re one thing for a day or two and you go all space cadet and stare holes in my wall. What gives?”

Root chuckled and leaned back on the couch, stretching her arms along the back of it. “This is possibly the least subtle attempt anyone has ever made to psychoanalyze me.”

“Subtle isn’t my thing. I asked. Up to you if you answer.”

Root wasn’t making eye contact anymore, a slightly guilty expression on her face. But she looked to be gathering her thoughts rather than trying to escape the conversation, so Shaw waited quietly.

“It’s different now,” Root said at last. “It's….”

She spent a few minutes frowning at the bottle of nail polish she’d left on the coffee table before continuing. “When I take on an identity, I go all in. There can’t be any crack or flaw in my disguise, so I have to be that person. Live their life, think their thoughts. I mean not all my missions require that, but…” She trailed off.

“But the ones that do are the ones you end up spacing out on my couch after.” Shaw could sort of see where this was going. “You’ve been doing that most of your life though. You didn’t used to have to…reboot your brain or whatever.”

“It’s different now,” Root said again. She was picking at one fingernail, refusing to look up.

“Hold that thought.” Shaw stood up and headed to the kitchen, leaving Root behind to sort out her thoughts. She figured the amount of time it took to make some tea would let Root regroup.


Root smiled when Shaw handed her the warm mug. Her smile widened when Shaw sat down next to her on the couch rather than returning to her chair.

“Back before all this, it was never a problem,” Root said, sounding more sure of herself now. “It was a lot easier to switch on and off identities. I was still me, I mean, but me was…less complicated. I kept things at a very shallow level, I suppose. Never let myself feel anything too deeply or get too attached. In some ways, my own identity was the easiest to assume because it was the least involved in anything else.”

She held her mug of tea cradled in both hands and stared into it like there was a script at the bottom to read from.

“It’ll get cold if you don’t drink it,” Shaw pointed out. She wanted to say more, but she figured that Root wasn’t done yet and didn’t want to derail her now that she was finally explaining.

Root obediently sipped her tea. “Thanks. For the tea, I mean.”


“There’s a lot more distance to come back now.” Root chewed on her lip for a second. “There’s more of me. More things that matter, more things I’m tied to, more things I miss. When I stop being myself now, it takes longer to put myself back together after. Like all the pieces of me get mixed in with all the pieces of other identities and I have to sort them out.”

“Sounds like a headache. How do you…I mean…do you just sort through every thought in your brain and put them all in the correct boxes or something?” Shaw didn’t have anything even remotely approaching a frame of reference for this.

“Not quite that consciously, perhaps. I’m not even really actively aware of it. It’s all a bit dream-like, and more like…following trail markers to get out of the woods.”

“Trail markers?”

“Things that strongly connect me to, well, me. Some silly little things–” She wiggled her fingers with their painted black nails. “–but also things like computers, the subway. Her, of course. She always helps me come back.” Root fidgeted with her mug. “And you.”

There was the slightest hint of red in her cheeks. A bit ridiculous that she was embarrassed, in Shaw’s opinion, since she flirted as freely as breathing. But then this was something a lot more complex than some bad innuendo. Shaw got that. She just wasn’t sure what to do with it in this particular case.

“So why keep working missions that make you do this?”

“It’s my job. And I don’t dislike it. It’s just gotten a little more complicated.”

She finally looked over at Shaw and whatever she saw in Shaw’s face made her relax (Shaw hadn’t thought she had any particular expression on, but then Root had always had an uncanny knack for reading her). She placed her tea down on the coffee table and tentatively rested one of her hands on Shaw’s leg. When Shaw didn’t stiffen or move away, she settled her hand more firmly, palm still warm from the mug.

“She did offer to decrease the number of those types of missions, but that doesn’t seem fair. I don’t want to let Her down.”

Shaw held back an exasperated sigh. For someone who went on about how much her AI buddy cared about all of them, Root could be pretty willfully oblivious to how that caring extended to herself as well. But that wasn’t something she could fix in one afternoon.

“What can I do?” It still felt a little weird asking that, but she’d found out over time it was better than staying frustrated in silence. For both of them.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But coming back here…it’s a good place to be. It makes the way back a lot shorter.”

“Then tell your boss that you always come here after a mission.” Though Shaw strongly suspected that the Machine was on the same page as her here.

Root didn’t say anything and the silence stretched out between them. Her fingers traced patterns across Shaw’s leg.

It didn’t happen again for a while (though Shaw was unsure if that was a coincidence or if the Machine was demonstrating the good sense that her analogue interface clearly lacked), but a month and a half later Shaw came home to the now-familiar sight of Root sitting motionless on her couch.

She looked her over with a tiny frown, taking in the details. Whoever Root had been this time had another fancy job that required formal business attire. The look suited Root in so far as all looks suited her, but it didn’t feel quite right.

She ended up sitting on the coffee table in front of Root, carefully lifting one of Root’s hands from her lap and placing it on her own knee. Root didn’t stir.

Shaw uncapped the small bottle of stinky cheap nail varnish that Root still hadn’t moved from the coffee table and went to work applying a coat of black polish to each of Root’s nails. She took her time, being careful not to smudge it, and staying fully focused on her task.

When she finished the last nail on Root’s other hand, Root’s fingers twitched on her leg. Shaw looked up to meet her eyes.

“Thought you hated the beautician business.” Root was all mischievous smiles and bright eyes again.

“Got bored. And you’re sitting on the tv remote.”

“I can think of much better things to be sitting on.”

From totally zoned out to hitting on her in under a minute. Shaw was almost impressed.

“You eaten yet? Dinner, I mean.”

Root shrugged. “Don’t really remember.”

Shaw sighed and headed to the kitchen. “I’ve got some leftovers I can heat up.”

Later that night, she let Root curl up on her and put her head on her chest.

“Getting cold lately,” Shaw said, one hand idly playing with a lock of Root’s hair. “Nice to have a human radiator again.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Hmph.” That level of sentimentality was frankly unnecessary.

“It’s nice to be back.” Root sounded half asleep now.

Shaw didn’t answer, but instead tucked Root’s head more firmly under her chin. She didn’t let herself fall asleep until Root’s eyes drooped shut and her breathing evened out. When she woke up the next morning, she found that Root had rolled off her in the night, but one of her hands still rested on Shaw’s chest, fingers splayed out, and each nail painted with a perfect coat of black polish.

all I really wanna add bc I’m not as good with words as anyone here is that cis people use flowery words to describe themselves all the time, feminity is soft and warm and milk and flowers etc etc and sometimes nb people want to describe their genders in a similar manner so they make flowery words to help understand themselves. like idk I just think ya’ll should let people find words for themselves, all that matters is they aren’t cis and thus deserve to find words for themselves. like the word I found for myself is ‘egogender’ which is basically a me-gender because while I like nonbinary it doesn’t describe the feeling that I experience where my gender is very specifically centered not around my connection to the binary but to me myself and I and my name and -me- and can only be described as, while some nb prefer to answer 'are you a boy or girl’ as 'neither’ I always go 'i’m me’ bc of how my internal sense of gender is. i know some labels sound silly but someone that ISN’T CIS out there needs them and that’s what’s important, I wish we could just support nb kids who need words like this for themselves idk


Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this one! 

Plot: Harry wants to have sex and Y/N… doesn’t.

Warnings: It’s not smutty, but does imply sexy activities.

Pic isn’t mine. 

Everything about me was Harry.

My feet felt cold on the tile floor and my hands moved over the material of my towel, drying my forearms before setting it aside. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the girl staring back wasn’t at all the sight I had expected. I’d thought her to have eyes wide with worry and raw bitten lips as her nerves were eating up her insides. The reality was quite the opposite, actually. My cheeks were glowing and my eyes, though wide, held nothing but warmth and… wonder. I looked relaxed and happy, oddly at peace. All this was caused by Harry’s effect on me, no doubt.

He was so wonderful.

The brush I was moving through my hair belonged to Harry, just like the toothpaste I’d used and the cloths covering my damp skin were his. After the shower I’d just taken, I even smelled like him. This wasn’t what alarmed me. Being Harry’s and wearing his things almost like evidence was something I found quite nice. It made me feel good and wanted. Our lives were woven together. We were a team.
What freaked me out and had me close to losing my mind, was what I expected Harry thought would happen tonight. I swallowed the lump in my throat and set the brush down with shaking fingers and my heart fluttering widely in my chest. My gaze fell to my trembling fingers and lingered there, before darting back up and to the mirror.
The girl looking back at me was pretty. She had lips Harry found soft to kiss, cheeks he’d said were perfect for his hands to caress and hair he loved to have his face buried in when we were napping together.
Of course I knew that my self-worth shouldn’t be depending on his approval, and it didn’t, but knowing that Harry found me beautiful gave me incredible confidence and made me feel wanted. How couldn’t it?

I released a long breath and shook my head. Maybe I was over reacting. I didn’t even know for sure that my suspicion was right.

“Enjoying the view?”

I flinched at Harry’s rough voice, but smiled when I noticed his figure through the reflection, standing in the doorway to the bathroom with his back leant against it, looking at me with a gentle smile on his face.
He was ridiculously handsome. His shoulders were relaxed, his hair brushed back from his forehead and the tattoos decorating his chest were covered by a white shirt which let little to the imagination and allowed the dark drawings to shine through the material. His brows raised when he noticed me checking him out and he chuckled.

“Hi,” I spoke quietly and smiled at him, my eyes locking with his.

Harry replied with the widening of his own smile and a blush rising to his soft cheeks. My heart fluttered at the sight of his adorable dimples and I longed to touch his cheek with my palm in a caressing gesture. His arms unfolded from in front of his chest and he stepped closer, coming up behind my body so he could wrap his arms around my waist. I hummed when his chin rested on my shoulder and turned to press a kiss to his warm cheek, allowing my lips to linger for a moment, before making room for him to nestle his face into my neck.

“You smell nice,” Harry whispered into my skin.

I moved to lay my own hands onto his which had come to rest on my stomach and gasped when he pulled me closer into him while pressing himself against me at the same time. The warmth of his chest met my back and I felt myself whimper at the closeness as butterflies danced around at the bottom of my stomach and my cheeks burned even brighter. His soft hair, of which some of the strands had began to curl again, was tickling against my cheek and Harry growled lowly when he heard my laugh.

“S'your shampoo,” I murmured.

His chest rumbled and I interlocked our fingers together. My eyes looked back into the mirror, looking at our reflection and I couldn’t quite believe how lucky I was. I stood completely wrapped into the man I loved.  

“Hm,” Harry hummed, squeezing my frame tighter, “Thought so. Better not be some other bloke’s.”

“Never,” I said, speaking quickly and with no hesitation, as I meant it with my whole heart.

I didn’t want anybody else. I couldn’t have. It was only Harry.

My words coaxed a low moan from the back of Harry’s throat and his piercing green eyes met mine in the mirror when he lifted his head. His temple gently nudged mine and I leaned into him, allowing my body to fully relax against his. We hadn’t been each other’s for long, yet I knew Harry felt the intense connection between us, too. To be honest, sometimes I was sure anyone around us could feel the bond Harry and I shared, it was like a magnetic field pulling us together. He leaned his cheek against mine and smiled at me, making me feel dizzy at how intimate this felt. I didn’t even mind the small sting of his stubble against my skin.

“You’re beautiful.”

Harry’s words sent a shiver down my back and I clenched my hands around his, before moving my thumb over his warm skin. I knew he meant the compliment and though Harry was the kind of person who found beauty in practically anything, I felt incredible knowing he found me attractive, too.

“Thanks,” I replied in a whisper, my voice shaking with nerves.

Harry’s soft lips pressed to the skin on my neck and my lips opened in a breathy gasp when he began to nip and suckle. A small moan fell from my mouth at the sensation and I would have blushed at the noise if it hadn’t been Harry who’d caused it. No one made me feel as comfortable and relaxed as Harry did, but at the same time his own confidence, especially when it came to sex, intimidated me. A lot.

“Harry,” I spoke quietly and my eyes fell shut when his hot mouth continued to press wet kisses to my skin, making sure to leave a small trail of reddened spots.

The hold he had on my waist tightened briefly before he nestled his head deeper into my neck and against my skin.
I knew where this was leading, my suspicion confirmed when he pulled me even closer against his body and began to walk back slowly, taking me with him in the process. My body was no longer relaxed and when my eyes found my reflection once more before being pulled out of the bathroom, I no longer looked at peace. Harry’s arms held me with great strength and I felt my heart drop even lower. My palms felt sweaty and my mouth was so dry even swallowing felt peculiar. Oh god.

It wasn’t too long ago when Harry and I had had sex together for the first time. The experience was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on and I replayed the events in my head over and over. Whenever I thought about, I found myself surprised at how it had actually been me who’d dared doing that. I’d touched Harry, kissed him and even coaxed small sounds from him. Looking back, it almost felt like watching it all happen in a movie, not in real life.
Pleasurable and all-consuming were words I found appropriate to describe the moments spent in his bed, the memory of him kissing me, holding me and connection our bodies made my insides weak and my head cloudy. The intimacy had been something I’d craved to feel and with Harry… it was perfect.
So why did I feel like crying, now that Harry was initiating for the events to repeat themselves?

We were standing in front of his bed, both of his tattooed arms still wrapped around my form tightly and his mouth now attached to mine, invading it with his tongue. The kiss felt heavy and needy, an almost desperate way to connect us and feel each other. Harry moaned lowly and I shivered when his hands pulled at the hem of my (technically his) shirt. His eyes found mine with warmth and lust in them and he smiled widely before pulling the fabric over my head, letting it drop to the floor.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he cursed at the sight of me and my cheeks flushed when I remembered my lack of bra.

Harry reached forward and gently moved his hands over my chest, cupping and squeezing them every now and again. I whimpered and was relieved when his mouth met mine again, kissing and nipping on my lips to coax another whine from me. Kissing I was comfortable with.
His hands moved down from my breasts to my hips and took hold of them, before gently pushing so my body was laid down and onto his bed and the soft sheets. My legs felt like jelly when they pressed together and I had trouble moving back on the mattress, as my limps were much too weak to support my own weight.
The only light illuminating the room was the one coming in from through the open door, making Harry’s face glow a little and so much more beautiful. His green eyes found mine and he crawled up to me, nudging my temple with his nose in a playful gesture. But it didn’t set me at ease.
His shirt was pulled over his head and landed on the floor and I let myself fall back onto the bed, my head resting on his soft pillows.

Maybe it would be quick, I thought, quicker than last time and over before I knew it. Harry was already half naked and hard, I’d felt it against my leg when we’d kissed, so that meant he was in the mood. Hell, I was almost completely naked myself, so it was impossible to say no now, wasn’t it? I’d led him on too far.
Perhaps if I took a deep breath I would be able to enjoy it even. It had been good the last time, so there really was no reason for me to be so frightened now. Harry hadn’t hurt me when we’d had sex. He had been patient and sweet the entire time, as well as attentive for every movement I made so he knew right away when to repeat a certain movement and when to do something else.
C'mon Y/N, I urged myself, he’s amazing in bed. The intimacy wasn’t all that scary last time so don’t chicken out now!

Harry’s mouth settled onto my neck once more and he groaned into the skin when his crotch met my clothed heat, the friction pleasuring to him. I felt his eyes squeeze shut and he pressed himself closer against me, moaning lowly. His hands settled onto my thighs and I whimpered when he moved them further apart so he could rest comfortably in between them. My body went rigid and my eyes closed.


I looked up at Harry who was still hovering over me, though now he was holding himself up a little higher so he could look at me. His clear eyes were full of confusion and surprise and I gasped when he leaned down to connect out lips in a tender kiss. I whimpered and moved my lips with his, allowing his tongue to slip in and I felt myself slowly relax. Only now did I realize how my arms had been stiff and pressed to my sides the entire time, so I raised them quickly to wrap around his shoulders in an attempt to hide my discomfort.

But there was no fooling him.

“What is it, baby?” Harry whispered the words against my cheek, kissing the skin softly, before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into him and in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered and suddenly felt like crying.

There was a lump in my throat and my eyes stung. He was going to be mad, I thought, how couldn’t he be. I was being so ridiculous.
Harry pulled away from me again, settling my body into the covers. He moved up so he could still lean over me and get a closer look at my face, as he tried to read what was going on.
I moved my head and looked away with big, ugly tears already spilling onto my cheek, the embarrassment growing by the second I had his eyes on me.

“Sweetheart,” Harry urged me gently, nudging my cheek with his nose, letting it linger and gently rub agains my skin.

I whined and shook my head. I could feel how uncomfortable I was making Harry, confusing and frightening him with my reaction to be touched by him. It made me cry even more and my arms dropped from around me back onto the mattress.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” I cried quietly, “I can’t- I just can’t.”

A frown formed on Harry’s lovely face and he quickly shook his head when more sobs escaped my lips. His thumbs began to gently move across my cheeks as he rested his body on top of mine, still holding most of his weight on his elbows so I wasn’t being hurt. It felt like he was trying to shield me from harm and having the familiar warmth of his body pressed to me actually helped me breathe.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Harry whispered into my skin, kissing my jaw softly, “Shh, shh, calm breaths. It’s all good, yeah?”

I hesitantly looked back at him and my expression grimaced at the kindness in his gaze. Harry leaned in once more to kiss my cheek, then he moved off of me and to the side of the bed where he reached for the shirt he’d thrown away a moment ago. The material was still warm when he handed it to me and my cheeks were burning when he motioned for me to sit up. Hesitantly I moved up and Harry knelt onto the bed and over my thighs, so he could aid me pulling the shirt on, covering my naked torso. The moment my chest was no longer exposed, I felt better. Harry’s eyes were set onto my face and he waited patiently for me to tell him what was wrong. I felt ashamed.

“I-” My breath hitched and I hiccuped.

“You don’t want to,” he interrupted, voice tender and calm.

The way Harry said it, it sounded as if he wasn’t even angry with me. His eyes were gentle and I whimpered when his hand reached out to caress my cheek.

“No,” I whispered and shook my head, “I don’t.”

Harry’s mouth opened and he stayed silent for a moment, his gaze set on my face. Then he shrugged. “Alright.”

“I’m so sorry,” I spoke quickly, reaching out to take hold of his hands in fear he would abandon me in his bed any moment.

Harry however, quickly shook his head to that and smiled softly, squeezing my fingers with his. “Don’t be, my love.”

“I should have said something earlier, before leading you on or-”

“Y/N,” Harry interrupted me, voice firm, “Stop.”

He smiled warmly and my heart fluttered when he brought my hands up to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back of them. The warmth of his lips and the small noise they made when leaving my skin had a small smile tugging at my lips. Harry’s kind gaze met mine once more.

“We have plenty of time, don’t we? So many more nights to come.”

“Yes, but-”

Harry silenced me with a quick kiss to my lips. “Trust me, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated once more, guilt eating away my insides. I didn’t want him to think I hadn’t enjoyed out first time together. But given my reaction just now, I supposed it was difficult for him to think anything else.

“Last time… was wonderful,” I murmured, “And I don’t regret it one bit, I promise. But I just… don’t know when I want to do it again.”

Harry nodded and hummed, his gaze set on our interlocked hands. His thumbs moved over the back of my hand before he slowly turned it so we were holding on to each other’s fingers. A smile, real and wide this time, formed on my face when I engaged in his thumb war and Harry chuckled when he got close to pinning my thumb down before I pulled away again quickly. Eventually, he let me win, and I cheered quietly when I managed to hold his own thumb down long enough for us to count to three.

“You win,” Harry stated quietly, a smile gracing his handsome features.

“You let me,” I argued, still holding his hands tightly.

He shrugged and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Still counts.”

We must have looked so silly. Me, teary eyes and wet cheeks, swollen lips and flushed cheeks. Him, still naked aside form the boxers which were doing a very poor job at hiding his erection. I sniffled noisily and giggle at Harry’s muttered compliment, stating that I was cute when my nose was all snotty.

“I’m glad you’re telling me,” he continued, “You should be able to tell me things like this, no matter how far we already are, okay?”

“So you’re not mad?” I asked in a whisper, looking at him only hesitantly.

“Of course not,” Harry protested, a frown on his beautiful face, “Never. I would never be angry with you for telling me no, Y/N. I have no right to demand anything from you and you don’t have to give me a reason for not wanting sex either.”

My heart fluttered at his words and I blushed even more. Harry’s eyes briefly widened in surprise when my hand reached out and grasped his neck, pulling him in so I could connect our lips in a needy kiss. He moaned and I gasped at the feeling, my shoulders relaxing under his hands as relief cursed through my veins.

In this moment, I couldn’t have been happier. I truly was Harry’s, but he was mine, just as much. This made us a team and I felt safe knowing we were both looking out for each other, even when it meant him protecting me form forcing myself into something I truly did not want to do.

Hope you liked this! Feedback is welcome, Requests are closed. Also, this is a stand alone one shot, so no part2 coming for this one. 

Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 


lesbianbeef  asked:

u okay why u not posting much love?

I’m fine sweets, I just needed a little break from the blog. I thought it was gonna last a couple of days but then I fell down the kpop hole again and I think this time I’m building a house down there.

I thought I was safe you know? I discovered Kpop a couple months ago with BTS and became obsessed with them for a few weeks but as much as I love those guys, cause they’re funny and sweet, at the end of the day they’re dudes. My lesbian heart could only get attached so much, even though Tae-tae is one masterpiece of a human: 

So you know eventually I went back to a normal 2 BTS videos a day kinda rate and thought that I just had a little kpop vacation for a month in my life and that was it, but then Youtube screwed me over again. Just like it did almost 2 years ago with Camren and 5H, just sucking you in without a warning, making you a slave to a ship and fandom with a 3 mins video.

Let me illustrate this with a gif:

Youtube  = motorcycle - me = poor bird

Anyhoo, what happened is that I had the bad idea to glance at the “recommendations” section after watching a BTS video and my gay eyes caught on someone, fucking Yoo Jeong Yeon. 

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That gay child just called out to me and I soon discovered that she was part of another Kpop group, an all girl kpop group with only 9 members this time 😑 , TWICE. 

Just like for BTS I started watching their music videos, just like with BTS they all had the same face to me, the only one I could recognize was Jeongyeon because she has short hair - and the thing with BTS is that I found the guys super entertaining and all but I also enjoy the music, at least their couple last albums, so that’s why I stick to it, but with TWICE it’s just extreme pop, very girly colorful and just not something I would watch or listen a lot so I thought I was safe watching a few videos…

For those who are curious:

Anyways, I watch a few of their mvs, only focusing on Jeongyeon, trying to differentiate the others faces and failing miserably, and then Youtube just decided that it wasn’t enough, and because that website knows my gay ass so well, it recommended these videos:

I tried to stop myself, I said “don’t do it Soph, cause if you end up shipping only one of these ships, you’re gonna enter this fandom, watch every fucking video you can find just to see those two interact, and then you’re gonna fall in love with the whole group, you’re gonna know all their faces and their names and nicknames and inside jokes, you’re gonna want to start a tumblr on them and before you know it this is gonna be Camren and 5H all over again, only this time you’re gonna be even more frustrated because if there’s no subtitles you can’t understand a damn thing they’re saying!! Don’t click it!!” - I clicked. 

I was fine for the first video, mostly because I didn’t know any of the girls except Jeongyeon, and even if all those ships looked gay as fuck, I couldn’t really get attached since I still didn’t recognize their faces 😅 , so I only focused on the Jeongyeon ships. The first obvious one is 2yeon, which is Nayeon+Jeongyeon :

I fucking love those two but they’re basically the Caminah of TWICE to me, but more angsty 😂  - they’ve been friends for like 8 years, and I just don’t get a romantic vibe out of them. 

So I ended that first video and it was all good, I thought i’d watch the second for fun, and at 6:34, I was struck. And that fucking lighting is called Jeongmi.

I saw those first images and I said out loud “fuck Fuck. don’t Sophie, don’t,  fuck fuck fuck FUCK”

And then that particular moment appeared :

And that was it. I knew it was too late.

I discovered that Jeongmi wasn’t particularly the most popular ship because there aren’t that many moments with the two of them compared to some other members but oh boy are those moments intense, doesn’t that remind you of anyone… #killme

After that video I wanted to do some research about the half of this ship that I didn’t know and tbh it’s a mystery how I could not have seen her before, I don’t know how I could ignore this angel, even though she was in the previous video, but Myoui fucking Mina :


Now look, I don’t know how many times I said I’m gay on this website, probably too many - but there are just some times when my own gayness surprises me, so much that I’m speechless, Camila does that to me and now Mina does it to.

Now, I know I’m married to Camila, and I’m seriously thinking about polygamy. I don’t think Gaymila would object to this, we’ll just arrange a second guess room next to Lauren’s for Jeongyeon, I’m sure they’ll get along great.

Our kids will be english, french, spanish, japanese, korean speakers, they’ll do great in life.

So basically I’ve been watching 50 TWICE video a day for the past 5 days looking for any Jeongmi interaction - as expected I fell in love with the whole group, because you just can’t not fall in love with them - they all live together so it’s basically 5H takeover everyday, and they’re all so fucking cute and funny I cannot. And of course now I know all their faces, their names, nicknames, inside jokes, I can recognize their voices in songs and their laughs… #ot9

Anyways, I’m telling you all this because it feels fucking good to be involved in a new ship, I honestly missed that crazy thrill of watching a new video just to see if there’s gonna be an interaction, a look, a graze of hand (I know how crazy I sound) but I fucking missed this. It used to be like that with Camren, so much excitement, and now I feel like we just have to reach so hard to make connection between them that it doesn’t even make sense anymore. 

I’ll always ship Camren for what they used to be, and I’ll always hope that someday they find their way back to each other, but it just gets harder and harder to get excited about them. Obviously I’m still 100% going to stick with Camila because even though her newly found famousness is making me feel nostalgic for our sweet little dork, I don’t know if you know what I mean, it feels like she’s not ours anymore now that the mass knows her, but anyway I’m so fucking proud of her for everything she’s achieving and I hope she only continues that way. And as for Lauren, I can’t connect with her anymore, I don’t know if that will change in the future but right now I just can’t keep up with her, but I also only wish nothing but her success and happiness. 

I’m obviously gonna keep this blog up, because for one, I’ve invested so much time in it that I couldn’t possibly let it go - and second because like I said it’s still gonna be about Camila, how she’s gonna come out eventually, and also about Camren through the Down Memory Lane posts mainly, and also probably when CC1 is gonna come out, cause that shit is gonna be Camren as fuck. 

But don’t be surprised if I post a little less than usual, especially my own posts, there will probably be some for big occasions, like I did for Havana, or when Camila slays my life, which is basically everyday though so…

Well that’s that, I hope you have a swell day sweets! 😘



“I… I’m sorry, I couldn’t let you risk your life on this.” Mulder cokes out and it takes all my energy to ask why his life is worth less than mine. I want to shake him and tell him how frightening it was when I couldn’t find him but I hold myself back.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” I ask instead.

“No.” He starts and I close my eyes.

“No. But I… I found something I though I’d lost.” He continues and my brows scrunch together as I wait for him to finish.

“Faith to keep looking.”

I can’t help but smile at him but it’s a sad smile. Through this hospital wait I realized why it hurt so bad to see him here like this, and I fought it with every fiber of my being. I’m in love with him.

It’s why seeing him eating and breathing through a tube tore my heart apart, why I was ready to throw punches in order to get Mulder out of the tub of water when I first found him, and why I am still sitting at his bedside wishing I could take his pain away.

“Do you need anything?” I ask after a moment.

“Maybe some water.” He responds in the same scratchy voice.

I reach for the cup on his nightstand and angle the straw to his mouth. He takes a few steady sips before lying back again and looking exhausted from just that little bit of movement.

“How long have I been here?”

“Almost a week.” I say and can’t stop myself from running my hand over his hair.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” He asks it like he’s surprised.

Only Fox Mulder can trade his sister to free me and then act surprised that I would stay with him while he was recovering.

“Of course I have. You’re lucky I tracked your sorry ass down when I did, a couple more minutes of them trying to warm you up and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

His jaw clenches and he blindly moves his hand to find mine.

“Thank you.”

I smooth my hand over his cheek and nod.

“Go back to sleep Mulder. I can tell you’re tired.”

He simply nods, squeezes my hand, and closes his eyes.
The next time he wakes up is while I’m asleep. I open my eyes to see him staring at me with a look I can’t name.

“Hey.” His voice sounds more normal than it did a few hours before.

“Hey, you should have woken me up.” I say sitting up closer to the bed and taking his hand, needing to reestablish connection.

“You looked like you needed your sleep.”

“Do you need anything? How are you feeling?”

He smiles at me with good humor.

“I’m fine doctor Scully. You just missed breakfast actually.”

“I’ve been asleep for that long?”

“Like I said, I think you needed it.”

A few days later we board a plane, Mulder was still weak but had insisted on traveling. I fussed about him until he pushed my hands away.

I watch him as he sleeps, attuned to every small movement.

When we get to his apartment he let me walk him in and get him settled. I find myself reluctant to leave him. The past few days had been hard on him and I felt a certain measure of guilt about getting kidnapped by the Mulder look-alike.

“How are you feeling Mulder?”

I ask finally.

He pulls a blanket around himself, “Still can’t get warm but alright.”

I look at him for a moment and he sighs.

“I’m fine Scully. I- those women were not Samantha. They may be clones of her, but they are not the real thing.” He says.

I sit next to him, “Did they give you any clues?”

He shakes his head and sits back, closing his eyes.

I take his hand. He doesn’t open his eyes but he squeezes my hand.

“You should have told me who she was Mulder.”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s a moot point anyway because it wasn’t really her.”

“But you thought she was. Your parents thought she was.”

“I have no doubt that bounty hunter would have killed you Scully.”

“We could have found another way to go about it.”

Sighing he opens his eyes and leans forward cupping my cheek in his palm.

“Scully I was not going to let you die.”
“But Samantha…”

He kisses me then, and I’m frozen. I hadn’t expected it but I kiss him back.

For a time we gently explore each other’s mouths until I feel Mulder getting tired.

Without a word I pull away, lay him down, and curl in front of him. It’s a tight fit on his leather couch but he pulls me close up against his body and I feel comfortable enough to sleep.

A Fate With Markiplier (a WKM/ADWM theory)

(This is basically an expansion into the mirror-multiverse theory that’s been going around. If you haven’t seen my thoughts on it, that post is here! :3)

The title for this post comes from a typo I made in the tags of a previous one I made. And damn, that little typo got me thinking. So buckle up, cuz HERE WE GO AGAIN!

I’ve been thinking a lot about A Date With Markiplier, and how it ties in to WKM in regards to the timeline of it all. With the mirror-multiverse theory in mind, the timeline doesn’t even matter anymore– since the past, present, and future were all affected by the breaking of the glass (hence Dark’s time manipulation power).

Before I begin here, one of the reasons I feel so strongly about the mirrorverse theory is because not only is it incredibly satisfying in that literally everything can be explained with it, but that there was something about that mirror in plain sight that I’d written off as a special effect before.

Take a look again.

(I believe this gif is from @markired again, but I’m not 100% certain.)

The reason I used a gif here is so you could see what I mean. Can you see the odd, glittering space behind the cracks in the glass? I’d just thought that was a weird effect before, but now I think I know what it means.

I think that mirror is a portal, or something of the like that connects the spaces between all the mirror universes.

Think about it– the sound it makes when Dark cracks his neck doesn’t even sound like glass shattering. It’s a muffled sort of crackling noise that echoes a bit even after the damage is done. It’s weird to describe– but watch the ending again and you’ll know what I mean.

To me, that sound doesn’t sound like something breaking apart.

It sounds like something breaking open.

Anyway, back to the reason I made this post in the first place– how ADWM ties in! Forgive me for that little tangent there, but I couldn’t leave those details unmentioned.

So here’s what I’m thinking, after having watched the endings of ADWM again and thinking about the mirrorverse:

I think every ending that happened in ADWM can be canonically true, because each pathway you could’ve taken happened in its own universe.

Before your brain explodes, let me explain a little what led me to this.

Just like the way infinite images reflect when two mirrors face each other, there were (are?) an indefinite number of realities just beyond that glass. And Dark shattered them all with his pain and hatred at Asshole Mark™– and that is what changed the timelines of the mirrorverse.

And I think Dark just so happened to push us into those broken realities when he walked away, sending us spiraling into…

… the date with Markiplier.

Each “Try Again?” was a reset into another timeline, unless you chose the same path twice. And each timeline was meant to hurt the ADWM Mark in some way.

What comes to mind here is the “YES” ending– the fact that, when you try to choose the happy ending, it’s ripped right from your eyes. Mark, instead of the spiffy, eager-to-please bean you saw him as, becomes this awful actor who was just pretending the whole time. He’s attached to his booze, and toward the end, under his breath, you can hear him mutter “Just five more years of parole”. It’s even mentioned that he has kids and that he doesn’t even remotely care about them!

And yet– when you choose the alternative, saying “NO"– it’s real, and you’re breaking his heart.

Now take the Vanilla/Chocolate endings. In one, you literally shoot Mark dead, and the other, you’re still a murderer, and Mark doesn’t really care as much as he should that you were put through that experience.

These are just the two paths I felt like expanding on– but watch any other ending, and it becomes clear:

There are no happy endings in ADWM.

And that is very much by Dark’s design. If you listen to what he tells you at the end of “FREEDOM!”, you’ll get a hint as to why. He points to the real Mark and says…

“He does bad things to good people.”

And now we know what Mark has done. Maybe it wasn’t the fault of the ADWM Mark, but Darkiplier’s revenge expands through the entire mirrorverse.

He wants his revenge on every last version of Mark he can find, and he won’t hesitate to use you as his pawn.

Every single ending results in Mark or ourselves suffering in some way, and you cannot escape that loop, no matter how hard you try.

I’m serious. Even when you manage to find the exit in the warehouse– Dark quite literally rewinds time so that you never escape the time loop!

Our only possible salvation from Darkiplier’s timey-wimey clutches comes in the form of Warfstache, in the “MORE?” ending. He isn’t as strong in terms of time-manipulating power, but he breaks through, just before Dark turns back the clock. And even then we’re subjected to suffering, because we’re subsequently stuck into Chica’s body! How’s that for “madness”, Colonel?

(Side note– do you think that’s why Chica has a liking to us in these “Mark’s New Car” videos, because she actually remembers us? Just a thought.)

One more thing that makes sense to me about this possibility?

Darkiplier walking away.

He knows he’s broken open his means of revenge…

… but he has to get Asshole Mark™ out of his way first.

Well, it’s been a fun ride on this post, but I think this is a good place to wrap it up.

So, remember…

That’s JUST a theory… A LAME THEORY! ;)

The Friend

Originally posted by emilevi

Dick Grayson x Reader

Request: Him and the reader are good friends, reader knows the whole family and dick wants to ask her out so he asks all the guys for advice.

Word Count: 823

Dick sat with his family in the bat cave, everyone was doing their own thing, Damian was sparring, and Jason was looking over something, while Bruce and Alfred were talking in whispers but Dick was thinking about you. He had known Y/N since they were younglings; you were there for him when he had lost his parents, when he became Robin and in the later years when he decided to become the Nightwing. You were always there for him and in return, he was there for you too.

Today, you were out with your family at a gathering; usually you would be down here helping him or Alfred. Dick was grateful that Bruce allowed him to tell you the big family secret. You had taken the news a lot better than he had thought and everyone was happy that they didn’t have to lie to you anymore. The whole bat family loved you, and cared for you just as you did. You watched over Damian when neither Bruce nor Alfred could. You helped Jason with fixing things like his motorcycle. Y/N even helped Alfred from time to time with cooking dinner. Dick was so lost in his thoughts about you, that he didn’t realize that Damian stood in front of him staring quite deeply.

Grayson was startled when he heard Damian speak, “What’s got your head in a funk?”

His eyes shot towards Damian, he took a deep sigh while his hands went and slid down his face, “I want to ask out Y/N but I don’t know how to.”

Everyone’s head turned to look at him when they heard the words fall from his lips. All of them knew that both of you loved each other, it was a just a matter of time when it would be confessed and it looked like it would be soon rather than later.

“What is there to think about? Y/N isn’t an extravagant person, so just ask her” Jason said as he shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal.

“He is right!” nodded an excited Damian, he went to stand by Dick’s side, slightly leaning on his shoulder, “Just confess the love you have for one another.”

All he could do was shake his head, “It’s not that easy, and I can’t just go up to her and say I love you.” His arms shot out in exasperation, and then his head shot backwards to the entrance of the cave.

“You love me?” There you were, shocked to the bone with what you had just heard from the small conversation.

Dick swallowed and nodded. Bruce gave a small signal to Jason and Damian to leave, to give the two friends some privacy. You gave a quick hug to Damian and small smile to the rest when they left. Slowly you walked towards Grayson, once standing in front of him; you gently grabbed his face that was flushed like a tomato so that you could have eye contact with one another.

In a small gentle voice you asked him, “Is it true? ….Do you really love me?”

He nodded his head slowly, “I do, this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you bu—“

Before he could react, your lips were connected in a deep passionate kiss that lasted for what felt like a life time but only was a few minutes. Pulling away, Y/N just looked up at him and giggled, the sound making him fall for you even more.

“Don’t worry, I love you too.” She quietly said towards him.

Dick let out a joyous laugh, and just grabbed the sides of your face to bring you into another kiss. You had always loved Dick and were happy to know the feeling was mutual.

Over the next year to come, you and Dick would get closer then you had ever been before. He would start teaching you basic skills on how to defend yourself. You would teach him how to cook and bake because well he wasn’t the greatest of cooks in the world. There was one day where the two of you had made bread, you helped and watched him follow each step from the instructions. However, what was meant to be a fluff ball of baked dough was really flat and you couldn’t explain to him what he did wrong for you just didn’t know.

The whole bat family was happy for the two of you. Bruce couldn’t be any happier to have you become part of the family in a deeper way. Jason was happy that you would soon always be there, so if there was an emergency, he didn’t have to wait long. Damian was ecstatic that you were going to be around the mansion more often since you and he had a deep connection that had grown over time.

You and Dick were going to be together for a long time, till death and beyond your time.

A Scientific Perspective on Energy Tethers

So I recently read a post about what @magic-for-the-masses  (aka Richtor) terms energy tethers in witchcraft (this post) and I mentioned to them that to me, the way energy tethers work sounds a lot like how energy works in the world of science. So this is my elaboration on that.

Energy as a Source of Power:

Richtor states that an energy tether acts like a source of energy that powers a battery (an object or person) and that the power is an unlimited source and can constantly power the “battery” with some maintenance and if you choose to keep the link connected.

But what is this energy really? At least, if you’re going to analyze it from a scientific perspective. I know, I know, science and magic don’t mix…or do they?

Potential Energy vs Kinetic Energy:

Now if you’ve had high school science, you’ve probably had to learn all about potential and kinetic energy, how the sun powers life on the earth, how chemical reactions happen, etc., etc. And I’m guessing if it’s been a few years and you’re not into science, you’ve probably forgotten all about it.

Here’s a brief refresher: Potential energy is all of the possible energy that a body (living or inanimate) has relative to its position to other bodies. Now usually we think of this as gravitational energies, but there are other energies too. I’ll get to that in a minute. Kinetic energy is the energy a body has when it’s in motion.

The most basic example of this is a ball on top of a hill. That ball has tons of potential energy sitting on that hill. Now if you kick that ball and it rolls down the hill, it loses all of its potential energy because it’s converted into kinetic energy. Until it stops at the bottom of the hill and has potential energy again.

Now imagine a waterfall. I swear this all relates, so just humor me. Anyway, we’re imagining a waterfall. At the top of a waterfall is usually a river or other body of flowing water of some kind. That is the water’s potential energy. The waterfall itself, is the water’s kinetic energy.

Molecular Bonds & Potential Energy:

I swear this isn’t just a science lesson.

Still thinking about that waterfall, what is water made of? Well, liquid water of course, duh. But what is water actually? What is everything? Molecules. A bunch of tiny bits of elements moving about through space. But how do they move? And how are they stuck together? ENERGY. See, I told you it would relate.

Now let’s really narrow our focus. Without getting too much into how molecular biology/chemistry/physics works, I’m just gonna talk about a single water molecule. Since we like waterfalls so much. If you don’t remember what a water molecule looks like, just imagine a large sphere stuck to two smaller spheres in a roughly triangular shape.

(Real quick: molecule=multiple spheres stuck together, atom=single sphere)

Energy is what’s keeping these three atoms stuck together to form a molecule. The energy keeping the atoms together are commonly called bonds. But they’re not just stuck together, it’s more like a tug-o-war. With an energetic rope…or tether. See where I’m going with this?

But, these atoms can also break apart, can’t they? You see, the energy keeping the atoms together is their potential energy. If they were to break apart, energy would be released, their kinetic energy.

Energy is Everywhere:

 If you’re reading this, I’m guessing that you’re using the energy of your brain and associated organs to view and comprehend this post. And your hand to scroll through tumblr, right? How are you doing that? ENERGY. (Is it annoying yet?)

So yes, you are composed of energy. Everything is. Even your coffee/tea cup and your pet rock (favorite quartz crystal). Remember, the four stages of matter? No? Well remember your favorite thing in the world? Waterfalls? Which are made of water? Well guess what? Water can be a solid, liquid, or gas! I know, it’s impressive. Water can’t be a plasma though, in case you forgot that stage of matter as well.

ANYWAY, each stage of water has energy stored in it. I bet you can guess which type of energy that is. That’s right, potential energy. And how does water change from one stage to another? Yep, kinetic energy.

What Does This Have to do With Magic?!

I’m glad you asked.

Basically, magic is all about the exchange of potential and kinetic energies. I know you’re sick of those words by now but at least you know what I’m talking about.

When you perform a spell, you are taking potential energy (or rather, your potential to generate a spell) and converting it into kinetic energy. Or spell casting.

Now technically speaking there’s no such thing as limitless energy. But I really don’t think you’re gonna stop your favorite waterfall by drawing some energy from it.

However, unless I’m very much mistaken, this is technically limitless potential energy.

Energy Tethers & Potential Energy:

So this is where we finally relate science to energy tethers. Yay~!

Remember, an energy tether is composed of two things: A source and a battery.

Now, I don’t think you’re going to notice much of a change if you were to draw energy from a single atom or molecule. You’re composed of trillions (probably more) of atoms and molecules. Do you notice if a single speck of dust lands on your skin? Probably not. 

So you’ve got to think bigger.

If say, you were to create a tether from the sun, or moon, or a power plant, or your favorite waterfall, to say, yourself, you would be taking potential energy from that source and storing it (like a battery) in yourself. Until you used it, in which case you would convert that energy into kinetic energy.

But unlike regular spell casting where you usually end up tired from using energy (magical energy in this case), you are constantly having new potential energy drawn into you via the tether you created with whatever source you’ve tethered yourself to.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

(Disclaimer: I do not consider myself an expert of magic or science. My background is in biology so I apologize to any chemists and physicists reading this if I butchered anything.)

Shape Of You (E.D)

Summary: This is based off the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Ethan meets a girl at a bar. Does Ethan start to fall for her?

Word Count:1,967

Warnings: Sexual mentions. (brief)

A/N: Ethan is older in this, like 22/23. I know they said they wouldn’t drink, but lets just pretend they do for the time being. 

Originally posted by achromatic-soul

Ethan’s POV

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

“Peace!” Grayson and I shouted at our camera.

“Finally! I feel like we’ve been filming forever!” Grayson said, walking over to turn the camera off.

“At least we got the filming out the way. Now all we gotta do is edit, and have it up on Tuesday.” I said, packing up the filming equipment.

“Lets edit tomorrow. Aaron and Jack wanted to go get some drinks tonight.” Grayson said, as we were putting everything away in our camera room.

Grayson and I finally finished filming all our videos for next week. Tonight we decided to go have a few drinks with our friends Aaron, and Jack.

* * * *

We were at the bar, drinking and talking, as we waited for another round of shots. I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl sitting across the bar. She was sitting with a group of girls who I assumed were her friends. She had on some kind of white shirt that exposed her shoulders, showing off her lightly tan skin. Her hair was pushed back into a low ponytail, giving me a clear view of her face. Her gaze met mine, and her stained red lips formed into a smile.

“Yo E, what are you staring at?” Grayson asked, causing the guys to stop talking, and glancing in the same direction as me.

“Dude she’s hot!” Aaron said, before drinking his beer.

“Go talk to her dude!” Jack said, pushing me off my seat slightly.

“Uh I think she’s coming over here E.” Grayson said. 

And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

She was walking over to our end of the bar with her drink in hand. She had on some tight olive colored jeans, showing off the curves of her hips. She looked tall, but that could’ve been from the heels she was wearing.

She placed the drink down on the counter, and took the empty seat next to mine. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” she said, reaching out her hand to shake mine. 

“I’m Ethan. Um n-nice to meet you.” I replied nervously, grabbing her hand in mine to shake it. I noticed her well groomed nails, were polish a soft pink color.

* * * *

I introduced her to the guys. After a while they left, and so did her friends, leaving just me and Y/N. I told her about myself, and about YouTube. She thought it was pretty cool, and promise that she’ll watch some of our videos. We spent over an hour talking getting to know each other a little bit, while we enjoyed a few more drinks.

She was sitting in the bar stool, swaying back and forth to the music playing on the juke box. 

“Want to dance?” I asked, holding out my hand.

“Sure.” she smiled, taking my hand and we walked over to the dance floor.

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Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Her hands were placed on each of my shoulder, while my hands were at the small of her back as we swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were locked on the ground, I couldn’t tell if it was because she was nervous or is she was scared that I was going to step on all of her toes. Even with heels on she was still short than me. Her forehead only measured up to my chin. Chuckling at the thought of how much shorter she’ll be without the heels on. I guess she heard me, which caused her eyes to dart up at me. 

“What?” she asked, eyes meeting mine.

“Nothing, you’re just pretty short.” I said, flashing her a smile, making her playfully roll her eyes at me.

We continued to talk while we were dancing. Somewhere in the mist of our conversation, I couldn’t help but her lost into her soulful eyes. They had a sparkle to them, that captivated me. She was truly so beautiful. I guess she noticed I had stop paying attention, so she grabbed both of my hands that were resting on her back, catching me off guard. She moved them down to her waist, hooking her arms around the back of my neck. Pulling me closer. Our bodies were so close that it sent electric shocks through me as we swayed slowly on the dance floor to the music.

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

We continued to move slowly to the music. My hands still on her waist. Wishing that they could be all over her right now. I wanted to run my hands over every line, every curve on her body. Memorizing her body. I wanted to taste her pink lips, and feel her wavy hair between my fingers. I wanted to love every inch of her.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

I opened my eyes to see Grayson with his phone in my face. I smacked it away, annoyed at how he always loves to wake me up.

“Woah! Did you guys have sex last night?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows, picking up a condom wrapper off the floor.

“Are you cheating on me Ethan?” Grayson said in his girl voice, fake crying into his hands. 

“Dude get the fuck out!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him, as he was running out the bedroom.

I turned over to the other side of the bed, and the scent of Chanel perfume filled my nose. Moments from last night flashed back into my head.

* Flashback *

… picking up my pace, I started thrusting harder. Faster. Loud moans escaping her lips every time the thick length of my dick, brushed up against her clit with every thrust. I kissed her hard, feeling myself reaching that point. I gave her one more deep thrust, my groans vibrating through her body, as I released into the condom. I rolled off of her and onto my side, resting my hand on top of her waist pulling her towards me. Falling asleep with my long arm draped around her.

* End Of Flashback *

One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I’m singing like

I met Y/N a little over a week ago at the bar, and almost instantly we had a connection. Maybe that sounds a little cliche, but I like her, and I’m pretty sure she likes me too. We’ve been texting none stop since she left my house early that morning after the bar. She wasn’t like these other girls, she was different. She didn’t care about me being a well known YouTuber. She didn’t treat me like I was “famous”. She treated me like any other normal, average guy. I decided it was time for an actual date. I mean aside from that night, we haven’t been able to hang out or see each other because of both our busy schedules. Her with college and work, and me with filming. I finally had some time off this week, so I decided to call her up, and maybe set up a little something.

* * * *

I decided to take Y/N on a hike, and I would have a nice picnic set up for us under the beautiful LA night sky. I wanted us to be somewhere were we could be by ourselves and really get to enjoy each others company. Talk, and get to know one another a little bit better. 

She told me more about her life, as did I. We talked about her family, about good things, and even the bad things that happened in our lives. We were so comfortable with each other, and there was no doubt that the connection we had was strong. We lost track of time, and by the time I checked my watch it was already a little past midnight. I didn’t want the date to end, but I knew it was time, we both headed home. 

I made sure I had an Uber waiting for us, that way we didn’t have to walk back home. Within a few minutes, the Uber pulled up. I opened the door for Y/N, and she got in sliding towards the window with me getting in right after her. 

I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her body towards mine. Letting her body fall a little on mine, so she can rest her hand comfortably on my shoulder. 

“Thank you for an amazing date Ethan.” she spoke. Her voice was low, but I was able to make out what she was saying.

“Hopefully we can do this again soon.” I said, looking at down at her with a cocked up eyebrow. This was my way of asking her on another date. 

“I’d love to.” she replied, tilting her head up, and her eyes meeting mine. Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her. Immediately her hands found the sides of my cheeks, and she kissed me back. My hand found its way to the small of her back, pushing her closer towards me. Without breaking the kiss, she threw one leg over me, and straddle me in the back of the Uber. My other hand rested on the back of her neck. Our kisses became deeper, and more intense. I heard the driver turn up the radio, I’m guessing to block us out, but I didn’t care. 

Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We pulled away to see that we were in front of Y/N’s apartment complex. I was about to tell her goodbye, but without saying a word, she grabbed my hand pulling me out the backseat of the Uber. Walking me up the stairs to her apartment.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Chapter Three [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: As graduation grows closer, so does your relationship with Lin. 

Word Count: 1,626

Warnings: Slow burn, but y’all are used to it by now, right?

Authors notes:  Ren - Do you guys know how much I love sister dynamics? A lot. This chapter was really cute to write, hope y’all enjoy!

Sab - Things are moving/shaking, we’re getting into the nitty-grtty, basically it’s all very domestic and I’m in love. Please give us feedback we live off of #validation.

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“Lin, how do you spell disseminate?” your voice echoed in his messy living room, his answer coming almost automatically.

“Why do you need to know this word anyway?” You looked up from your laptop, watching his efforts while writing in a notebook on his desk.

“Fancy words make me look smart,” you shrugged.

“You are smart.”

“They don’t know that.”

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I finally got around to watching this, and it is with a whole new appreciation that I am seeing Scott struggle for a word and Tessa step in.

Casablanca.  (x)

ariam-jan  asked:

You’re officially my favorite Chise and Elias fanfic writer! Also, when you get the chance, since you do prompts, if you want also, could you write about Elias experiencing jealousy for the first time? And not the jealousy he experienced with Stella. Jealousy when another boy or mage shows interest in Chise as a woman, and Chise being a bit naive to it, but Elias can sense something isn’t right and he doesn’t like it one but. Please and thank you!

((Aaahhh, thank you! I’ve actually wanted to write a jealous Elias for the longest time! Obviously not one about Chise’s friends - a legitimate kind of jealousy. I’m sorry if I didn’t portray it like you wanted, but I gave it my best!))

They were expecting, not one, but two visitors today.

It wasn’t uncommon for Elias to keep quiet about his businesses with the visitors that came every now and then. Usually, he’d only give a brief description of their business to Chise and maybe slip a reason to her on why they were coming. He almost never gave out their names or identities, so the redhead was very unfamiliar with them. She’d try and ask the Silky who they were and why Elias didn’t want to tell her, but all she’d get is a silent nod and a dismissive wave of the hand.

Today was no different. The magus informed her that there were two people coming today, both at once, and that he had some business to attend with them. He was very casual this time on letting her know rather than being so informative like he was in the past. That was probably one of the many upsides to being openly engaged with him now. He was closer to her, though Chise still felt a little distant when it came to matters like this.

After he finished letting her know about their soon arrival, the redhead managed to stop him just before he left her room. She had grabbed the end of his sleeve and motioned him back to her, giving her teacher a curious yet determined look.

“What’s the business for, Elias?” She asked hopefully. “I don’t think you’ve told me.”

The magus paused and lightly scratched the side of his skull in thought. It looked like he was debating on telling her. “Just some involvement with the church, is all.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped. She let go of his sleeve and went back to her desk to continue studying. Her posture was a lot less attentive and she was hunched over in her chair. Elias watched her through the corner of his eye socket and suddenly came behind her. He leaned down and slowly nuzzled the side of her cheek with his skull, which she knew symbolized as a kiss.

“It’s nothing to fret over,” He assured her. “It should be a very quick meeting, anyway.”

Chise tapped the end of her pencil against her chin. Somehow, she wasn’t convinced. “Yeah, okay, Elias.”

He was oblivious to her sudden distant behavior and didn’t question it again. He bid his leave through her door, leaving his apprentice alone with her thoughts. The usual smile on her face dropped to a low frown, and she set down her pencil to contemplate the situation quietly. The silence that ensued didn’t help calm her one bit. It was like there was something empty inside her chest and had been slowly growing this whole time.


Chise tried her best to indulge her thoughts into studying magic for the rest of the day. The troubling feeling gnawing at her insides hadn’t left her no matter how hard she tried to forget about it. Eventually, her shifty body language and sudden sessions of work alarmed her familiar. He knew that she was feeling troubled, so it entitled him to try and help her. Ruth sauntered over to the redhead while she had her nose shoved in a book and pressed a paw against her knee.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked. The redhead looked up from the literature and cringed.

“Is it that obvious?” She asked. Her familiar jumped on the bed and sat beside her, turning his head so she could look her in the eyes. He nodded in confirmation.

That, and we ARE connected.” He replied. “Is the business with Ainsworth bothering you? I felt the shift come after he told you about his meeting today.”

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