i mean how can someone deny that

A lot of people apparently think it’s a valid statement when they say that Stiles and Derek hated each other, and I wholeheartedly say, you’re wrong.

I’d like to call this my masterpost for proof that Stiles and Derek did, indeed, care for one another very much. I may not list all, but I will list the ones I find the most notable:

1. Stiles getting in Chris Argent’s face about Kate and what Kate did to Derek and his family. A lot of people look pass this scene, just a mere glance, but it truly caught my attention. I don’t think this has ever been addressed by Stiles before this scene, but in a part of Formality, Chris began questioning Stiles on what he had to do to tame Scott (trying to argue for why werewolves should be taken down) and Stiles brought up the Hale fire and immediately got upset and rather infuriated at what had happened. He knew what Kate did, knew what it did to Derek and it got to him. And that’s what got to me.

2. The iconic pool scene.

Firstly, Derek told Stiles to go protect himself, ready to fight by himself.

Now, of course, Stiles did not listen.

Secondly- wait, do I really need to explain why this scene is so important?

Stiles went back for Derek, who he claimed to hate, and saved him, kept him from drowning. (Totally screwed up his phone in the process but whateves.)

This is still one of the most notable Sterek scenes.

3. Derek saving Stiles from getting killed by Isaac.

4. Derek also protected Stiles from Peter in the hospital scene.

5. This scene.

What really got me about this one is that Stiles wasn’t that close to Boyd. He hardly even knew Boyd, but what he did know was how much Boyd meant to Derek.

What he knew was that Derek needed comfort, and he gave it in the slightest way.

It wasn’t much, just a hand on the shoulder, but he did it. He did it and this scene showed that he cared, that he was there for Derek.

6. Derek trusting Stiles over his own girlfriend.

Not to mention that later on in the episode, when Jennifer stated that she could be the only one to take them to Stiles’ dad, Derek went into full attack mode.

7. Derek being protective over Stiles, ready to chase after him because he knew what Stiles was going to do would be risky.

8. The elevator scene.

Reminder that this scene was an episode after the argument they had, on the same day and possibly an hour apart at most.

What really got me about this scene was the worry on Stiles’ face when he saw Derek laying there. He just stopped all together for a moment before moving in to help.

The evident panic in his voice as he kept on telling Derek to wake up just warmed my heart.

9. Derek was incredibly hesitant in taking Stiles down while the Nogistune had taken over him. He hardly even suggested it.

10. Stiles worrying about Derek in season 4, after he got taken. He even refused to leave without finding Derek.

11. Stiles hesitating to go save his own best friend because Derek was close to dying.

This one scene basically saved season 4. This one scene broadcasted just how much Stiles truly cares for Derek.

Guys, he hesitated to save his own best friend. Understand how major that is.

Stiles only left when Derek told him to go, demanded it, and even than he still wasn’t sure and looked back once more before going.

This scene was so significant, probably the most significant Sterek scene ever.

12. Everyone looking at Stiles before Derek left.

This may not seem like a big deal, but I take this as his friends understanding just how much Derek means to him. He had to watch Derek walk away and I feel like they got it, it just clicked.

13. Stiles smiling at Derek’s initials.

The fact that something as simple as Derek’s initials had Stiles stopping just to smile really means something.

And if that wasn’t enough to prove how much he missed Derek, remember the following episode when Scott brought Derek up?

Stiles’ pause and the look on his face and the look on Scott’s face like he knew something, knew that Derek meant more to Stiles than Stiles was saying.

14. Stiles is Derek’s anchor.

Anchor. Anchor.

This is important.

An anchor being someone you feel safe and secure around, someone who can pull you back, someone meaningful.

Stiles was that for Derek, and if that’s not enough to prove just how much Derek cares for and appreciates Stiles, I don’t know what is.

In conclusion, you can say whatever you want about Sterek but do not deny how important they were to each other. It’s ridiculous and not even an argument. In the beginning, they probably hated each other but now? You’re only playing yourself if you’re really trying to argue that they mean nothing to each other.

Aries: Let yourself heal. Drink enough vodka to clean out the wounds they left on your insides. It’s okay to shatter sometimes and it’s okay to stand for what’s right. Even if everything hurts, just keep breathing.

Taurus: sometimes making excuses isn’t good enough, how dare you deny someone else their pain. Sometimes a situation is just fucked up and that’s all there is too it. Sometimes it can’t be fixed, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

Gemini: Think about yourself for once. Stop putting people before you, even if it’s me. Let yourself rest you can’t keep running ragged all the god damn time. I know you want to protect everyone but you cant. We love you for it, but you cant.

Cancer: Pain is going to end I swear it will. I know it feels eternal right now. If it’s all you can do to hang on then fucking hang on because you’re strong enough to beat this.

Leo:  Learn to keep your lips shut because some things aren’t meant to be shared. I know they aren’t told as secrets or at two am but they are still not to be talked about so damn casually.

Virgo: This time of year is always hard. Always scary. But you can pull through. I believe you. Believe that you’re past the hospital visits and all the scary parts of this. You are past it.

Libra: Sometimes cutting up yourself to give others isn’t the best solution. You are not always the missing puzzle piece. You don’t always belong and you won’t always be enough. That’s okay.

Scorpio: Wrap yourself up in bubble wrap if you have to. Keep yourself from getting hurt. Keep yourself from opening wounds again as hard as it is. I know you’re scared. I am too. But you’ll be okay.

Sagittarius: Sometimes recovery Isn’t linear. I know you’ve been fighting for progress but sometimes all you need is a backslide to get a little strength back. I know it’s not easy. But you’ll be okay.

Capricorn: What are you doing? Seriously. What the hell are you trying to do here? You need to say what the plan is so we can get on board. Because all we can tell right now is you’re exploding. We need to know how to pick up the pieces.

Aquarius: Stop being ashamed. Your scars, your wounds, your damage is nothing to fucking hide. If it makes them uncomfortable tell them to fuck off. This is your life and you should be proud.

Pisces: Learn to stop taking so many risks. Running right to the edge one day you won’t be able to stop. Learn how to pull back sometimes. I know it’s hard but it’s all you can do.

—  This week’s horoscope

A Reference Guide to Identify The Various Breeds of Gun People


-1911 People - 

>See .45 or Die! People<

“Because they don’t make a .46" 

"Back to back world war champs.”

“I’d never carry some cheap plastic gun.”

More likely to be older possibly obese.

Oddly enough, most likely to misuse the term “cocked and locked”

“Feel that trigger pull MMMMMMMM" 

"If you can’t do the job with 7 rounds you don’t need a gun.”

1911s can jam but THEIRS has NEVER ONCE failed in any way.

Most likely to use the term “Tack driver" 

"I fired a glock once, it literally jammed every shot then fell apart in my hands then raped my daughter.”

-Glock People -

Mac people of the gun world

“They just work.”

“Its not plastic its POLYMER!" 

Has a lot of passionate opinions about the arguably minor changes from one generation to another

"They never break." 

"Muh capacity" 

"Workhorse of the gun world”

“The arc is NOT ridiculously exaggerated just re-train yourself to automatically correct down it’s not that hard!”

“Its beautiful because it works”

“Well it fits MY hand just fine”

“Its not blocky!" 

"This is your safety!” >wiggles finger in your face like an asshole. 

- Kimber People -

Vegans of the gun world, will strut into any firearms conversation and proudly announce they own a Kimber Pro Raptor II and then wait silently expecting lowly peasants to applaud. 

Steers every conversation toward their Kimber

Fails to understand why not everyone can drop 1400 dollars on a handgun

Will get confused and personally offended if you don’t like Kimber

Self convinced that the outrageous price they paid is proof their gun is better. 

Most likely to be caught in a circle jerk with other Kimber owners.

- LC9/380/P  Owners -

Bought the first gun that the forum they found on google told them to. 

Wants to protect themselves but thinks guns are kind of scary, so they picked the most non-exciting gun with no sharp corners and like 12 safeties.

“Its all I need”

“My brother-in-law has one and he really liked his.." 

"Its for me and my wife to share”

“Why would I need a holster? Can’t I just put it in my purse?”

“Is the thing supposed to stay back like that?" 

"How do I get the clip out?" 

"I’d like to purchase this gun please… and a box of those really mean killing bullets for killing people in case I need to kill someone.”

- Hi Point Owners -

Most likely to have neck tattoos. 

“Ey yo, where like yo cheapest guns at?" 

"So how exactly does this ”background check" work?“

"EY BABEY come fill out this form for me!" 

"This bullshit I can’t believe I got denied!”

- Desert Eagle People -

Most likely to reference Call of Duty

“Can I see the Desert Eagle?”
>Are you 21?

“Most stopping power of any gun!”

Did not realize Desert Eagles were this massive in real life.

Can not wait to tell the rest of his middle school friends about the real Desert Eagle he saw.

- Revolver People -

Expresses bizarre distrust for semi-automatic handguns despite overwhelming evidence otherwise. 

Most likely elderly

Most likely to pull his own loaded .38 from his pocket for comparison then become offended when you ask to unload it first. 

Thinks NAA minis are a reasonable carry gun, does not understand why anyone would disagree. 

Assures you he can nail a tin can from 500 yards away with his Single Six despite his obviously severe palsy shake.

Will go into detail about what he paid for every gun 60 years ago. 

- M9 / 92FS People -

“Its the gun the military uses!" 

Most likely to be incorrectly wearing mismatched army surplus clothing.

"What if you get jumped by 15 people?" 

Will tell you its the gun he carried in the service but strangely fail to recall what unit he was with. 

Most likely to be open carrying KaBar on his tan MCMAP belt. 

- FNH People - 

Most likely wearing oakleys and a slightly too tight under armor shirt.

Uses the word "Tactical” at every opportunity.

Everything must be Coyote Tan

Is conviced that Chris Costa video he saw most of makes makes him an operator. 

Most likely to spend most of his range time taking cool action shots for facebook. 

Has strong opinions about 5.11 pants. 

Minimum of one Paracord Bracelet 

Will regularly scan right to left, just like that video told him.

Will run imaginary pistol drills with every gun you let him see, to demonstrate to you that he must really  know what he’s doing.

- Sig Sauer People -

>See Kimber People<

“The de-cocker is NOT a useless feature!”

Muh Quality Control 

Muh Resale Value

Thinks the high price is completely reasonable. 

“I really only needed one mag anyway.”

Will justify a P220 but thinks 1911s are too heavy.

“Yes I really NEED the Scorpion finish. 

INB4 Butthurt fanboys

I’m kind of new to bts/Jikook and while binge watching all their content, I realized that even though Jimin has a good heart and cares about all the members, it’s nothing compared to how much he cares about Jungkook. 

So there’s this moment from the Run series that really got to me. V and Jimin were on the same team (they even made a pact to help each other out), and Jungkook was on the opposing team. When Jimin won 3 meal tickets and both V & JK  didn’t win any, you’d think that the first person he would give the ticket to is the person on his team (V). But no! He gave it to Jungkook first even though V was right next to him begging. 

Understandably, the rest of the group looked confused:

And Jimin’s reasoning

Then I found this old germ from their Rookie series. Jimin decided to randomly protect Jk during an individual game. I love how the commentary says “all for Jungkook” :

And this was the next scene after Jimin said he’ll protect Jungkook. It shows an exhausted Jin who’s just tired of Jimin going on about Jungkook:

We can’t forget this Bon Voyage moment when Jimin’s heart literally couldn’t handle the thought of Jungkook losing and going hungry:

 No one can deny that for some reason Jungkook means more to Jimin than anyone else in the group. From what I gather, he literally spent years endlessly doting on Jk, and trying to get him to return his affection.He cares a lot about how Jk feels about him, and that’s usually the case when you like someone so much.  I’m yet to see him go this hard for any of the other members. 

anonymous asked:

I’m not sure if you’re someone who gives writing tips, if not that’s okay. I get it. But I was curious. If you’re having a dialogue where the character is ranting, the words are kinda just flying out of their mouths and it’s a lot of words, how would you format that? Like, would you put it all in one paragraph, do you interrupt it with an action (s/he said, waving wildly) or would it just be dialogue?

I do as often as I can! I get a lot of asks, so I apologize to those whose questions I don’t get to :( But I enjoy talking about how I do things/what I’ve learned! Just keep in mind that writing is an art and, like all art, there’s no one true way to do something. So everything I suggest is just that– a suggestion!

Lots of Words Rants!

So you have a character who’s saying a lot of words in a big rant! 

1. Static unbroken rant. The benefit here is that the reader, generally, naturally reads this very quickly! It’s probably what you’re looking for when you say “a lot of words” and it definitely stuns both the reader and the other characters! For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says, mouth a thin line. “Right. Okay. Well I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. I think it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The silence is deafening as she takes another sip of her coffee, Damien’s mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with a response. He looks around the table, hoping to see similar shock, and receives another unpleasant surprise when no one will meet his eyes.

There are two problems that I’ve had with the Big Wall of Text. One, it can lose the reader! Despite emotion or content, it’s easy to skip from the first sentence or two to the last line or two. Some readers will read it quickly, but others might skip it entirely.

Second, with no physical movements, it can be hard to get back into the scene, especially since unbroken rants w/o movement generally end in silence.

2. Active Unbroken Rant. Breaking up a rant with action keeps the reader’s attention and makes them read a little closer. It also has the benefit of giving the rant some texture by escalating or deescalating the emotion in each part or by providing emphasis.

“You want to know what I think.” She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. “

Damien’s jaw tenses and she can tell that he wants to lean away from her as she stands, looming over the table, coffee forgotten. All around them, the other rebels are staring at her wide-eyed.

“I think,” she continues, biting off the ends of her words, “that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then–” she bares her teeth “– you think that it means shit  when they don’t speak against you.” 

He doesn’t look away from her, not to the left or right where his devoted followers are, as usual, sitting uselessly. She can barely stand it.

Her words come faster now, like a flood after the damn has been broken. “I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

So with breaks for action/reaction, you get a scene that’s a little more urgent than the one without action. Action helps the emotion build in the rant whereas the static rant feels more like a slap in the face.

The downside here is that you have to build the tension and keep everyone’s  body language appropriate to the scene.

3. Broken Rant (active or static). So it’s a rant and you want the fast-talking character to be the star of the scene. Seems counter-intuitive to have another character talk, but it can actually help speed up the reading of the scene while also showing that this rant is dominating it. For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says. She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something.”

Damien jerks like he’s been slapped. “What is that–”

“I think,” she continues, giving no indication of hearing him, “ that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something–”


“–something like basic human rights,  before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on.”

The silence rings around the table, the tension so think between her and the other rebel that no one dare move.

Eliza leans forward and picks up her coffee. “So,” she says, still staring him down, “if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The little interjections from Damien, and the way I’ve broken them off, shows that things are happening very quickly. It’s a broken back and forth that both ups the tension and the speed!

Hope this helps! If you have any more questions feel free to drop by, I’ll try and get to them asap :)

things i really love about love
  • the different ways people show affection. some people hug, kiss, write love letters, hold hands, stay for the night, buy chocolate, sing songs. some people love openly. some people aren’t much into pda, but you can feel their love through their words. we all have our unique ways of saying ‘i love you’.
  • seeing people glow when they are with their loved ones.
  • the fact that love isn’t always love. it’s not always the desire to be with someone. it’s not always being with someone forever. it’s not always friendship. love can hurt. love can mean hurting. but it’s still love, and there’s no denying to that.
  • people being selfless and putting the needs of their loved ones before their own, and being willing to do anything for them, just for the sake of love.
  • listening to people who are in love. how they always have that dreamy, loving sprinkle in their eye. how they always have hope inside their hearts, no matter how little.
  • falling asleep in someone’s arms. feeling their love, and warmth.
  • seeing people who kiss in public, on the escalator, in parks, in narrow, dark streets, not afraid to be discovered, not afraid to be seen. just alive, and happy.
  • the fact that love isn’t a smooth road. love isn’t paved. love is something new, every time, it is unique and terrifying and worth it. most of the time.
  • the amount of trust people have for each other. love is dangerous. always. it is a risk, a big one, even. but people are still willing to take it. they are still willing to fall, hoping that someone, something, will catch them when they do. 
Love Me or Leave Me Pt 2

After apparently shattering several hearts and what have you, and per @queen-archeron insistence, here’s the follow up and finale.

Chapter 1

The daylight was receding from the room and Rhysand sat alone in the shadows of the day nursing a scotch. This was something he had become quite acquainted with in the three months since Feyre had left him. He wasn’t alone most days though. Cassian and Azriel stopped by daily and ensured he ate something and at least spoke to another living being.

Rhys’ pattern for the last three months had been to sleep, go to work, come home and drink. He seldom deviated from this schedule and preferred to be left to his own devices.

A knock sounded at the door and as Cass and Az had already left for the day and they weren’t polite enough for pleasantries such as knocking anyways, Rhys was slightly annoyed.

He tossed back the remainder of his drink and set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. Standing up, he smoothed his shirt and crossed the room to the front entry. The knock sounded again, tentative this time.

Rhys opened the door to find Feyre standing on the porch, fidgeting nervously. Her beautiful grey-blue eyes were wide but clear. He couldn’t see a trace of the previous pain she had harboured, that had haunted those eyes. Had continued haunting him since she had left.

“Hi Rhys,” she was breathless in her greeting.

His heart contracted painfully and the agony of the last three months and the six months before that came welling up. His knees gave out and he slumped to the ground but Feyre was there, reaching for him and cradling his face in her hands, holding him as though he were her whole world. He knew it could not be true. She would have stayed otherwise.

She brushed the tears streaming down Rhys’ face away with the pads of her thumbs. “I’m sorry Rhys, I am so sorry.”

Rhysand pulled Feyre to him and they faced one another, their knees pressed together. “You’re here. You’re real and I can… I can feel you.” His voice cracked and he grabbed at her hands, pressing his lips to her knuckles. Tears were streaming down her face as well.

That face, that beautiful face… he had missed her dearly. Nothing could ever fill the void of his wife. No amount of alcohol in the world could give him the rush and high and burning desire that she could. He had wasted so much time wallowing.

“Would it be alright if I came in?” She shivered a little with the evening chill.

Rhys rubbed at his face, “Of course. I’m sorry. I’m just… shocked.” He eased himself off the ground and offered his hand to Feyre. She took it without hesitation and he lifted her to her feet. Rhys made to let go of her hand but she only tightened her grip. His heart thudded unevenly and he led her through the door and into their home. It was still her home after all.

He felt a flash of embarrassment as they entered the living room. The new bottle of scotch he had opened this evening sat beside the one he had finished last night. It was dark and felt more like a prison of despair than the bright and open space it had once been. Feyre didn’t falter, he beheld no judgement on her face but rather something akin to guilt. Rhys cleared his throat and stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do or say.

Feyre led the way to the couch, flicking on the light switch as she went. She directed Rhys to his previous seat and as he sat, she walked around the room opening the blinds.

He couldn’t believe she was back in their home. What did this mean?

She finished opening the last of the curtains open and turned to face him from across the room. Feyre looked so small and alone and Rhys felt a kernel of shame. He couldn’t explain what about, except that he knew that he should have fought harder. Done more.

“No, Rhys. It was me.” She read plainly on his face the emotions warring inside of him. She crossed the room and sat at his feet, offering her hands to him. He grasped at her, not willing to let her go now that she was truly and physically present. “You did nothing wrong. You were my support, the only driving force behind me getting out of bed in the morning. I stopped trying and I alone am the one who stopped fighting.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks on her shoulder, also unwilling to let him go. Hope bloomed in his chest at her words. Was this real?

“I can never begin to express how deeply I regret the wedge that grew between us. How sorry I am for walking out on you. You did everything you could have but it is me alone who is responsible for everything that has happened.” She sobbed and Rhys couldn’t help himself any longer, he pulled her from the ground and set her in his lap so he could cradle her in his arms. She grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling herself closer and trying to remove any distance between them. Feyre’s head tucked under his chin and Rhys’ tears ran into her hair.

“Where have you been? I-I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay.” Rhys leaned back a little so he could see her face, blotchy and tear stained as it was, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

“I was with Mor. She let me stay with her in her apartment and she set me up with a therapist who has really… she really changed my outlook on the loss of our baby boy. Please, don’t be mad at Mor. I made her promise she wouldn’t say anything. I wasn’t in the position to make such demands but I didn’t know how wrong I was then.”

Rhys loosed the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. “I could never be mad at her for giving you what you needed. I’m relieved that you were safe. That you found someone to help you. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t do it with me.”

Feyre shook her head. “Don’t you dare apologise, Rhys. I’m sorry. You are everything to me and I should never have doubted your ability to help me. I will never ever forget the loss of our son but he… he isn’t the end for us. If you’ll ever find it in your heart to forgive me and let me make it up to you.”

Rhys choked back tears and he cradled her precious face in his hand. His entire world was in his reach, he just had to take it. “There is nothing to forgive Feyre, darling. I’ve only ever wanted for you to be happy and safe and protected.” She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing in relief. “If you ever feel as though I can’t give you that, then please talk to me. I would move mountains for you.”

Feyre breathed deep, memorising the smell and feel of her husband. Allowing the rush of his being to wash over her once again, after starving herself of him for so long.

“I made sure Cass and Az stopped by every day, I’m sorry if they were a pain. I had to know you were okay.”

Rhys pulled Feyre tight to him once more. She hadn’t ever given up on him. That meant more to him than any apology. She had just needed her space. Needed time.

“Thank you. For thinking of me.”

“Always, Rhys.” She paused, uncertainty plain on her face. “Would you consider coming to therapy with me? It’s not that I think we have problems that can be sorted out without professional help. I just think it would be good for you to know that I’ve been fighting my way back to you every day since I left. I was just finally brave enough to come home.”

Rhys smiled as she called the house her home. This was all he’d hoped for. “Anything for you and anything for us. Whatever you require. Welcome home.” He kissed the top of her head, unable to say anything else lest he completely lost it.

She too released a breath of relief. Feyre looked around the room and saw the bottles around the table. She allowed herself a moment to really take in her husband. Shadows were haunting his eyes and he had dark rings from lack of sleep. He looked ragged and worn but in his gaze, she could see that there was light and hope waiting. “Is it bad? The drinking?” She whispered, shame colouring her cheeks.

Rhys smiled sadly, “I’m not addicted by any means but it has been a source of comfort. I can’t deny that seeing a therapist would benefit both of us at this point.”

Feyre hugged Rhys to her. “I’m so sorry.”

“We’ll be okay, I know it. We can do anything together.”


Feyre thought back on that day often. How lucky she was to have such a loving and caring man as her husband. Someone who could see her at her lowest points and not be afraid. Someone who never gave up on her, even in her weakest hours. He had stopped drinking that day. It wasn’t a question and it wasn’t a fight. After they’d talked for hours of everything between them for their months apart, he had got up and dumped the bottle down the drain. Rhys came to therapy and they discussed their own personal battles with their loss and they found new ways to cope and eventually began to look to the future.

She fought tooth and nail for their marriage in the last year and she knew she could never make up for the pain she had caused this beautiful and selfless man, but she would fight for him until her last breath anyways.

She smiled fondly as he came into the room with the hospital bag.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, love. Just thanking my lucky stars for you. As usual.” She teased lightly, despite the discomfort currently plaguing her body.

Rhys smiled adoringly at his wife before swooping in for a kiss. She grimaced at the contact and he pulled back, worry creasing his brow. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” Feyre assured him, reaching for him once again.

He set the bag down on the floor before reaching for his wife and gently pulling her up with him. She doubled over in pain as soon as she was upright and Rhys braced himself, allowing her to take out her discomfort on him in whatever way he could provide.

As Feyre righted herself, she smiled at her husband. “This is not going to be easy, is it?”

Rhys laughed as he offered his arm to her. “No, darling. I don’t think it will be.”

Feyre chuckled and rested a hand on her swollen belly before letting Rhys lead her towards the front door and out to the car.

“Let’s go have this baby, shall we?”

you know something that frustrates me about the way people talk about with diagnosis is… people make it sound like it’s so definite.

like, when i was like 12, i almost got the diagnosis chldhood bipolar, but then they just decided against it, i started treatment for adhd.. and i stopped taking meds, fucked my education up for years… started taking em again when i was like 15-16, and it helped me so much… what happened with those years? i was technically diagnosed, didn’t get help.

then i also got the diagnosis bipolar again.. that medication helped me a lot. then 2 other therapists called that diagnosis bullshit, one said they have no idea how anyone could ever think i’m bipolar, the other was just a tiny bit confused..

when i was young, they said i’m probably autistic.. i brought it up again with a therapist later, he said he’d prefer to not write it in documents because it would look bad for me to have lots of diagnoses listed..

at one point, i was denied treatment at the gender clinic because they thought it could make my mental state worse..

and you know.. going through all of this… i’m kind of wondering.. how can someone think that a diagnosis is like the only thing that matters? i mean, medical professionals sort of go off your self-evaluation and self-diagnosed symptoms anyway… and sometimes they will just refuse to diagnose you for many reasons beyond you not having the disorder.. and in some cases having a diagnosis can make things worse for you..

i think that it’s quite dangerous how some people deny this reality, and i frankly don’t get the kind of people who are against self-diagnosis.

Never Normal-Part 3

A/N: This was done for @revwinchester‘s Y1K Challenge, and in typical “me” fashion, I got a bit long winded. So without further ado, here is the final part of my Never Normal mini-series. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and as always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. Thank y’all! 

If you want to catch up: Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When the Winchesters found Y/N the moment after her world fell apart, she never expected they’d be the ones to help her put it back together…but that’s exactly what they did. From friends, to brothers, to the possibility of something more–their lives together were far from normal, which was exactly how she liked it.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (Romantic); Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Fluffy, a tad Angsty (Maybe? If you look really closely?)

Word Count: 2100-ish

Gifs: Found on Google. All credit goes to original creator. 

You couldn’t help but smile when you entered the garage and saw a pair of bowlegs sticking out from underneath the Impala and heard a slightly off-key version of Traveling Riverside Blues floating through the air. Zepplin and Baby. The two things guaranteed to calm him down when he was all twisted up over something or another.

Only, this particular time the thing doing the twisting up just so happened to be you, a realization which filled your gut with both a healthy dose of excitement and more than a little fear. Still, what Sam had said was true, so you told those worries to go to hell, mentally pulled up your big girl panties, and a took another step.

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Dropping All Pretenses

hey friends, here’s the adrino piece I did for the @miraculouspridezine!

Also on AO3

“Nah, you just don’t get it! It was beyond amazing. He was so cool, diving in there and just stopping them in their tracks.” Nino waved as Adrien entered the room for their afternoon classes, welcoming his friend into the conversation without pausing his story. “I wish you’d seen it, Al. You would have loved it.”

“Ah, I wish I had!” Alya cried, hopping up onto the boys’ bench and swinging her legs. “I’m thinking about starting another blog that’s entirely dedicated to Chat Noir instead of just shoving everything I have on him into that one section of the Ladyblog.” Her hands flew through the air wildly as she talked, and Nino took a step back closer to Adrien to avoid getting hit. “This would’ve been such great content to start with!” she groused.

Adrien placed a hand on his best friend’s shoulder to draw his attention. “What are we talking about?”

“Man, what would I even call it?” Alya wondered, ignoring Adrien’s question.

Marinette placed a gentle hand on Alya’s knee, bringing her legs to a stop. “I don’t think anything’s gonna beat the Ladyblog in terms of names.”

“You’re right, crap.” Alya slumped.

“Maybe you should just have him name it?” Marinette suggested, rubbing circles onto the other girl’s skin with the pad of her thumb.

“Who name what?” Adrien stepped further into the conversation, maddeningly trying to understand what his friends were talking about.

Alya flicked her wrist in Adrien’s general direction. “Have Chat Noir name a blog dedicated to him.”

Without thinking, Adrien instinctively responded “Ah yes, the Chatabase.”

“Chatabase?” Marinette questioned, turning her body to fully face her blond friend.

He rubbed at his elbow, and looked at the floor, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. “Y’know, like database? Chatabase?”

Marinette scrunched her nose. “That’s awful.”

His face heated as an embarrassed blush creeped up his neck. “It was just the first thing that popped into my head,” he defended.

“Dude, where have you been? I’ve been texting you since yesterday!” Nino jumped in, pulling Adrien’s attention away from the girls. “I saw Chat Noir and it was frickin’ amazing.”

“You saw him? What happened, are you okay?” Adrien hoped he sounded convincingly shocked.

“I’m more than fine,” Nino said leaning back with his elbows against the bench, mocking a casual pose. “And so is that feline.”

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anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering if u shipped plasmashipping at all??? and if u do do you have any headcanons for them?? thanks! 💙💙

yes I ascended when I wrote these thanks for adding 76 years to my life (ps I’m always taking requests cutie) <3

  • Jay: *spills his ramen noodles on Kai* well I guess you’ve seen my noods now
  • “Jay if you Naruto run down the isle at our wedding I am going to say no.”
  • Cole: I’m cold
    Zane: here, you can have my jacket :)
    Jay: *looks at Kai* I’m cold too
    Kai: wHAT?! I told you to bring a coat I told you it was cold but n o you didn’t bring a coat did you. *shoves his jacket on jay* how long have you been cold? why didn’t you say something sooner? *pulls a scarf from his pocket* do you want me to make you a fire I can make you a fire
  • Jay is super self conscious that he talks too much but Kai is always just watching him blab on with his chin on his hand and the softest smile you’ll ever see
    • the epitome of “when bae tells you about their day and you genuinely enjoy it because you love them and want to listen to them talk about how they’ve been”
  • so the pining starts when they’re put together a lot on missions
    • they got to know each other really well and were really close when jay and nya dated, but jay is like this is gonna be kinda awkward now when they break up
    • but they slowly warm up to each other again and they are both in denial for their gay it’s your classic 25k+ words mutual pining fic on AO3
    • Kai eventually talks to nya (after he can deny the gay no longer) because he’s worried that it’ll be really weird cause she dated jay??
    • and she’s like lmao no I shipped it even when we were dating you two are much more suited for each other
    • and that also means she knows loads about jay cause he told her everything, so she knows all and will give Kai hints as to what he loves so he can surprise him
    • Nya tells jay the same and when he’s sure she’s cool with it he just unloads cause he’s like “I must tell someone how much I am pining"
    • poor nya she gets an earful from both of them
    • they both swear her to secrecy and she’s like “oh sure of course 😏”
    • Jay: hey nya
      Nya: my brother has a massive crush on you he told me
      Jay: *chokes on his coffee*
      Kai: oh what are you two talking about
      Nya: I was just telling jay you have a crush on him
      Kai: *also chokes on his coffee*
    • Nya is just like “ha bye” and leaves
    • they both stand there and stare at each other for like 20 minutes
    • and then out of nowhere they just start yelling over each other
  • she ends up getting caught in the middle of everything
    • e.g. this video: Kai is the one that pretends to squirt the water, jay is the one that swings his backpack and Nya is the one that gets hit
    • she’s like “this is the price I must pay to see my OTP”
  • Kai: what you say about my friends?? :)) hold my flower :))
    Jay: go kick his ass baby I got your flower
  • they’re both pretty smol but jay is just slightly shorter than Kai and he will never let him live it down
    • “hey shorty” *stands on his tiptoes so he can be just tall enough to rest his arm on jay’s head*
    • Kai: don’t worry jay. I know it must be difficult for you to be tiny
      Also Kai: damn it if only I wasn’t so freaking short!!
      Jay: *looks into camera likes he’s on the office*
  • Kai doesn’t do things by halfs so if he’s gonna plan a date he’s gonna go all out to make sure it’s perfect
  • when he sneezes, Jay generates static, and Kai was like “oh bless u are u ok” and puts his hand on his back and gets a static shock and screams
    • Alternatively:
      Jay: *sneezes*
      Kai: love you
      Jay: haha don’t you mean bless you
      Kai: i meant what i said.
  • canon Kai flirts with anything with two legs apparently but when he dates jay he’s like ?? I don’t even wanna do that?? like it’s not fun anymore? he just wants to save his best lines for jay
  • Jay: hey Kai, are you from Tennessee?? Because you’re the only 10 I see ;))
    What Kai thinks: holy crap that’s the best line anyone has ever used on me I’m putting that one in my pick up line bank
    What Kai says: Google how do I fling my boyfriend into the void without killing him, just fling him in there enough to teach him a lesson
    • Kai the next day: hey jay are you from Tennessee cause you’re the only 10 I see ;))
      Jay: are you kidding me
    • It becomes a battle for who can say the worst pick up lines
    • “I felt a spark the moment you walked in the room”
    • “Someone call 911 because you’re so hot you’re on fire
  • Anyone: Kai no
    Kai: Kai yES
    Jay: Kai no
    Kai: ….. fine
  • Jay is like regular toned, he’s not super shredded or anything, and he gets a little self conscious about it? but one time he doesn’t have his shirt on and Kai sees his toiny tum chub and he wants to cry he loves it so much Jay is beautiful
    • he can see Cole is about to make fun of him for something and he just picks up his fork and hurls it right and Cole’s head
    • if you look closely you can still see the four prong marks that have scarred Cole’s head
    • he also has so many freckles over his arms and his back and Kai is like “I must kiss. all of them.”
    • does he draw shaped in jay’s freckles? heck yeah he does
    • he once finds Jay trying to cover up his freckles with concealer and he just goes “yEET” and throws it out the window he’s not havin that crap cover up one of his favourite parts about Jay
  • Kai every time he sees a bluejay: oh look it’s you
    Jay: if I’m a bird then that makes you a furry
    Kai: if you’re a bird and I’m a furry then who’s flying the ship??
  • one time they decide going to a haunted house is a really good idea for a date
    • they hear a crash and swear they heard a voice and jay is so scared he thinks he is going to die, until Kai just goes “… h-hewwo?”
    • the demons would probably be more scared than him because of how loud jay was laughing
  • Kai: Jay I wrote you a song *strums guitar* I love you binch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, binch
    Jay: *a single tear rolls down his cheek* wow
  • Kai’s hair is!!!! So soft when it’s not got gel in it!!!! So in the mornings jay just kinda nuzzles his face into because it feels nice and Kai smells nice and oh wow he can’t believe he’s actually still dating him and Kai hasn’t got sick of him wth he’s so beautiful he loves him he’s never been this happy in years
  • Kai: oh, Jay? He’s just my platonic, no homo, bro *makes out with Jay in front of the person who just asked him if they were dating*
  • the BEST secret handshake
    • Jay at 3am: why is it called a secret handshake everyone can see it really do it out in the open
      Kai: Jay you’re the love of my life but I swear if you do not go to sleep
  • oh sharing clothes? sharing clothes.
  • “I can’t believe we’re the iconic red and blue gays”
    • sometimes Jay’s lighting has a purple tone to it (does jay is a sith lord tee hee) and Kai is like lmao channelling our inner gay right there
  • they’ll watch each other’s favourite movies just to see the happy glow in their eyes and hear them getting really excited when their favourite parts come up
  • they’re just so well matched, neither of them take or give any more than the other they’re just so equal and filled with so much love it’s gross!!!!! I’m kidding it’s beautiful

Ask me ninjago headcanons!

ok but we all know how betty had this insanely huge crush on archie, right? who didn’t really like her back? well, many times, lgbt people tend to suppress their sexuality by having “a crush” on someone basically unattainable of the opposite sex, meaning that subconsciously this “crush” can be used as an excuse to deny same gender attraction that they don’t want to accept or deal with.

it’s also really curious how betty only starts actively pursuing archie, so to say, right after she meets veronica. she asks archie to that dance after v kissed her. but who does betty say should also go to the dance with them? veronica. i feel like betty is trying to suppress her attraction to v due to internalized heteronormativity that was probably planted by her mom, by trying to initiate something more with archie. i mean, they’d been friends forever, and just only when veronica comes along she gives her enough courage to ask him to a dance? i don’t think that betty doesn’t love archie, but maybe isn’t as in love with him as she thinks she is. veronica makes her stronger, more confident and a lot happier than archie ever could.

At the Drive-In: Part 3

Originally posted by sannvers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Word Count: 3,158 Epilogue Word Count: 602
Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse, there are teenage hormones at work, it gets a little sad? But no really, hormones at work.
Summary: Reader escapes her home at night and runs to the Twilight Drive-In where Jughead is her reluctant host. His little interloper is slowly burrowing her way into his heart.
A/N: This is the third and final part. I’ve included the epilogue in this post. I didn’t proofread :)

EDIT: There’s a sequel–Dark Side Of Your Room

Jughead found himself looking for her at school but he didn’t know where she existed outside of their nights together at Pop’s and the Drive-In. It was abundantly clear that, other than her proclivity for B&E, Jughead didn’t know much about her. He tried finding her in the library, as she often would read at Pop’s, but came up empty. It was a longshot, but he even looked in the student lounge.

It occurred to him, around fourth period, that he didn’t even know if they shared the same classes. He didn’t know what electives she took or where her locker was located. If it wasn’t for her scent clinging desperately to his pillow and his sleep shirts, he’d think that he made her up in a moment of insanity.

Perhaps it was a blessing that she wasn’t there last night. The news had been handed down the telephone line until somehow Jeanette of all people was telling him: the city had sold the Twilight Drive-In and they would be out of a job by the end of the weekend.

His first thought had been the loss of his home. His second thought had been the loss of income. His third thought was of Y/N and their nights together. All in all, Jughead was drowning in a sea of loss with no lifeboat in sight.

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ok im gonna spill… i dont think you guys are fully grasping the whole heiman situation. and im not saying it’s like. obvious or whatever (to me it is bc ive been in a relationship like that before) but like. people are starting to hate heidi as a chara now bc of how shes acting. and you have to understand she doesnt Want to willingly be like that. she doesnt want to be eric. she wants to be herself. but with eric manipulating her at almost every second, and her friends constantly shitting on her All the time, and everyone just telling her “your bf sucks” “what is wrong with you” its stressful. also. Shes fucking 10. like seriously. she has no idea. shes oblivious. shes going along with what eric does because she loves him. she thinks he knows whats best. in the beginning of their relationship he often took lead, telling her “youre smart and funny” things like that. and she believed it! and now that eric is whispering all these little lies to her and conforming her into practically, Himself, she has no other instinct other than to follow. its an abusive relationship and thats what trey is trying to represent. i also read an eric analysis the other day kind of saying he destroyed his relationship bc he couldnt believe someone could love him. because he was. Himself. you know. he thought heidi was lying. (not necessarily what butters told him, bc remember he tried to deny it) i think this plays into how the relationship is going now, where eric is making her, Him. then, maybe, he can finally get himself to believe someone would love him (i mean, if someone is as shitty as cartman, why wouldn’t they love him?) and im not saying this excuses her actions, you know being a bitch and all. but its not her fault and you shouldnt be blaming her for it. Anyway. Thanks

Clingy and Distant

@omelettesareevil asked: Could you write a fic where once upon a time rich and jake are arguing like hella bad to the point where something gets said which hurts rich but jake didn’t mean it because it was in the heat of the moment and he goes to Jeremy for help and Jeremy helps him feel. Egger then jake apologizing and they live happily ever after by

Oh god this is longer than I realized and I was going to go back and add more detail I’m sorry guys lol, maybe it’s just writing mobile makes it seem long but!!


The one thing Jeremy didn’t expect that night was for Rich to come knocking at his door at about 10 o clock. Jeremy thought that it would maybe be Michael, his best friend came over at random times when he was anxious or just needed company. So Jer didn’t bother to make himself decent, he stood at the door, toothbrush in mouth, and hair a flop of curls. He instantly knew something was wrong when Rich didn’t make fun of him, just glaring at the ground waiting to be let in.

The next ten maybe fifteen minutes were spent in a semi-comfortable silence. The main reason it was only semi-comfortable was that it was silence, Rich never really had these silent moments. Jeremy couldn’t help but be worried. He let the boy in, closing the door behind him and doing basically all the work for him. He took off his jacket, gave him a cup of orange juice and he sat him on the couch. He left only to rinse the minty foam out of his mouth. He came back to find Rich in the exact same position: sitting in his couch and staring sadly into the cup of orange juice.

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Seth Rollins - Fame in Fragments.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary - Part 7; The Hall of Fame ceremony is set to honour the greats of the business. All the blood, sweat and tears they sacrificed for the one thing they loved. It all seemed ironic. They gave it all for a career that could only ever be temporary but still, two people can’t give a little effort for something they once thought could last a lifetime. Could this single night be one to change the near future or will everything remain the same, once again…

Warnings - Fluff, Angst.

Word Count - 2,463 words.

After the events of last night, it was safe to say I was beyond exhausted- maybe even more than I’d felt throughout the sleepless nights that accompanied this last month. Tonight was tonight though. No talk about yesterday and no thoughts of the past weeks; I just had to turn up and walk with him. Sounds pretty simple, right? In actual fact, it was far from that. It became some sort of routine avoiding him when it came to my private life but now there would be cameras lurking around every corner, thousands of eyes rested on us, the ‘happy’ couple. I always thought my mind was good at playing tricks with me; it was as if a hybrid had taken full control of it with half wanting to roar a flurry of insults his direction but the other portion just wishing everything would settle on its own terms. Seeing him in that baby store only seemed to make things even more confusing. In that very moment, this whole situation just seemed like a stupid mistake- but he walked out… I can’t be wrong for my thinking. It all was put in perspective the minute he made that initial decision, he didn’t care about us or our relationship but now he’s saying otherwise. He’s doing all the things that man I fell in love with the minute he showed that goofy grin of his would’ve done. The store, the dress, the subtle compliments, all of it. I guess I just still don’t know how I should take it…

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I know it sounds weird at first but the fact that EVEN while wearing swastikas people DENY someone is a nazi is something I low-key blame on the constant hyper-exageration media has on nazism.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re fucking demons, but I mean how they portray it always as this 100% chaotic evil  24/7 guys that always go around directly murdering people in front of everyone and doing awful shit in public so EVERYONE knows how bad they are, talking like villains, expressing like such, going to the extreme point and while some are like that, ton of them are not.

Someone who is a nazi can look and act like a nice dude, they can be kind to white people, they can be kind to animals,  they may look like a good person, they may even hide their ideologies pretty well in front of minorities, but they are still fucking nazis. 

The trouble is that when people say “Nazi” the first thing a lot of people think is the example I said, someone who acts and looks obviously evil all the time, and not someone who is bad for their believes and their actions even if they are not directly hurting someone physically.

Nazis are all bad, no matter how good they look or how well they treat someone they’re not against to. 

BTS as things I've had to tell my 3rd grade students
  • Taehyung: Please, stop trying to fit your entire fist into your mouth
  • Seokjin: You're not going to die from missing snack time, please stop crying
  • Rap Mon: So run me through this again...just how exactly did you break your desk?
  • Yoongi: Don't deny that you were sleeping through math you literally had a puddle of drool on your desk
  • J-Hope: Just because we're having indoor recess doesn't mean you can gallop around the classroom screaming at the top of your lungs
  • Jungkook: So you're saying you can't work with your partner because she's a girl and girls annoy you?
  • Jimin: I know that they tease you for being short but calling someone a "big fat giant" isn't acceptable
Can’t Hide It (Newt)

Newt x Reader - 2,667 words (Thomas’ P.O.V.)

So basically this takes place the day Thomas comes up in the maze. It follows the movie plot with a few twists here and there and Y/N is the greenie before Thomas. :P

Request; Could you maybe write an imagine from Minho’s or Thomas’s point of view in which Newt and y/n are in that “skinny love” stage and are very shy around each other. You know, maybe brushing hands at a bonfire, blushing a lot, grinning at the other person when they’re not looking and being disgustingly adorable?

“Let me show you.” Alby’s voice rang in my mind as I stared at his outstretched hand before me, offering to finally let me out of the prison they’d put me in. Shakily, I took his hand and followed him out into the place he called the glade. Boys rummaged about, engaging in various tasks and talking amongst themselves. “We eat here, sleep here. We grow our own food, and build our own shelter.” Alby explained, pointing out to various workstations nestled in the trees. “Whatever we need, the box provides.” He motioned towards the metal crate which I’d woken up in, the sheer thought of it sending chills down my spine. “The rest is up to us.”

“The box?” I looked back between to the godforsaken pice of metal and Alby in confusion. “Yeah. Then send em’ once a month with fresh supplies and a new greenie. This month that’s you.” Alby explained, hitting my arm to catch my attention. “Congratulations.” Before I could even process what Alby had said about the box, more questions swelled in my mind. “Sent up? By who though? Who put us here?” I asked. Alby looked to me sympathetically. He must have had the same questions every month. “That we don’t know.” He shrugged. I turned my eyes to the ground shyly, feeling Alby’s stare on my skin.

“Hey you alright, Alby?” Another voice came and my head shot up immediately. I watched as Alby’s smile grew instantaneously and then I glanced to see a tall, lanky blonde approaching, then someone a fair amount shorter trailing behind him.  “Geenbean, meet Newt.” The blonde took my hand in his and smiled. “When I’m not around, he’s in charge.” Alby said. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re always around then.” Newt stifled a laugh. “Listen, that was quite the dash you made earlier. Y’know for a second there I thought you had the chops to be a runner.” He raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. “Till you face planted.”

Before I could even question what a runner could have possibly been, Newt whimpered and pulled his arm in close to him, looking down at the person who’d dared to hit him. “Ah!” Alby grinned as a girl with Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes appeared from behind Newt, shaking hands with me. “This is Y/N. She was the greenie before you.” Alby explained and I looked to the girl, even more questions pouring into my mind. “I thought you said there were no girls?” I furrowed my brows, looking between the three. Newt stood awkwardly close to the girl, looking down at her like he was stupefied. “Guess I lied.” Alby shrugged. “You two do me a favour? Go find Chuck will you?” Alby told Y/N and Newt and they nodded. I watched as Newt brushed his hand against hers, almost as if he were trying to grab it. “There he is!” Y/N piped up and took off like a rocket, Newt pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, quickly following after her.

“Look, don’t mind them. They’re pretty close.” Alby grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, guiding me somewhere else. “I think close is an understatement.” I muttered. It was obvious when two people shared some sort of connection that no one else could understand, and those two seemed to fit that picture pretty well. I looked back and saw Newt playfully pushing and shoving Y/N as they walked away. “Anyways, got something special planned for tonight. You’ll see.” Alby grabbed my shoulder again and lead me away, obviously tired of me glancing around the glade every chance I got.

“Light em up!” Alby hollered out to the boys who surrounded a mound of wood, all with flaming torches in their hands. All together, they tossed the flames at the wood and it ignited instantly, the flames soon rising high above their heads. Newt and Y/N were yet again side by side and I watched as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, only moments later to have her dragged off by some other boy. How she was the only girl in a place like this, I had no idea. But, she seemed to fit in just fine. When I looked back to Newt, the second-in-command seemed lost without his partner in crime. No matter where she went, Newt’s eyes were locked on her, a small grin plastered on his face.

It wasn’t long before I found myself situated against a log, staring out to the giant stone walls that trapped us in this place. “Hell of a first day, greenie.” A familiar voice sounded behind me and then a body slumped down beside mine. He handed me some sort of vile concoction and his words just seemed like white noise, my mind atrophied from the day. “What the hell is that?!” I exclaimed, looking to the drink with a disgust I was sure I’d ever felt before. “I don’t even know. It’s Gally’s recipe.” Newt stifled a laugh. “It’s a trade secret…” His voice trailed off as he turned to look at the fighting ring beside the fire.

I followed his gaze and sure enough, there was Y/N, in the ring fighting the tall, burly builder. Newt’s face was plastered with both jealousy and admiration as he gazed at her from afar, as if it was only safe to do so that way. “Yeah, well he’s still an asshole.” I grumbled, watching as Gally threw Y/N to the ground, making her gasp for air. Newt’s knuckles went white as he gripped the jar in his hand. I wondered why he hadn’t gone running over there yet, but guessed he was too afraid to. Good thing he didn’t because just as quickly as she had been thrown in the dirt, the girl jumped up and threw herself at Gally, sending him stumbling backwards.

“She can sure hold her own.” I scoffed. The whoops and hollers of the boys around the ring grew louder and louder, cheering on the girl. Now, it was if Newt wasn’t even paying attention, completely entranced by Y/N and I knew there was only one way to drag him back to earth. “Alby said you two are really close.” I said and the mention caught Newt’s attention immediately. “I guess.” He shrugged and tore his eyes from the fighting ring and back to the stone walls. “You guess?” I raised an eyebrow and caught his gaze for a few seconds before he darted his eyes away shamefully.

“Why don’t you just tell her? Don’t even try to deny how you feel about her. I can see it.” I furrowed my brows and watched as Newt’s face flushed red. “That’s a lot easier said than done.” His face went stolid and stared out into the dark. Here I was, not even able to remember my name, and I was trying to convince someone to admit their feelings. “What do you mean?” My questions had seemingly shifted from being all about where I was and who put us here to solely Y/N and Newt. The blonde propped himself up slightly and looked at me with a set of eyes I knew hid an intolerable amount of pain behind them. “You think that in a place like this, she hasn’t heard the same thing from just about every other boy? She wouldn’t believe me. Wouldn’t believe I was being genuine, unlike the rest of the shanks around here who say they care just for fun.” His question really did make me think. Being the only girl amidst forty or so boys, some had to have already admitted the same thing Newt wanted to.

“And listen, the truth is…” Newt muttered. “In a place like this, things like that don’t last.” Something about the way Newt said it was like a warning that made me refuse to ask any more questions about the girl. He went on to talk about the maze and I finally got the answers I’d been waiting for about the runners. After a while and being brought to the point where I felt as if my mind might just implode, Newt patted my back. “Alright, that’s enough questions for one night. C’mon, listen, you’re supposed to be the guest of honour!” He exclaimed, trying to drag me to my feet. I tried to rebuke but he tugged at my arm even harder. “No, no. C’mon, let me show you around.” He insisted and I reluctantly followed him towards the crowd.

As Newt showed me around, he explained the various different groups of people, the builders, slicers and medjacks. “And where does Y/N work?” I stopped Newt and his face lit up, a small smirk crossing it. “Well, she used to work with Clint and Jeff, but boys started injuring themselves on purpose just to see her. So, she works in the gardens with me now.” He said. “Bugs me every bloody day to convince Alby to let her be a runner.” The blonde rolled his eyes. We stood beside the fighting ring now and I could hear the shouts growing louder. “You should let her. She seems like a good fit by the way you make it sound.” I admitted and Newt’s face dropped. “Did you not listen to what I said? No one should want to be a runner. Especially her. It’s not safe.” Something about the way Newt said it definitely indicated that it was him stopping her from going into the maze. “Plus, she’d have to get chosen.”

Before I could ask, a body slammed into me from behind, sending me stumbling forwards. “My bad - sorry.” A soft voice met my ears and I didn’t even have to look up to see who it was. Y/N was being pulled up off of the ground by Gally and she looked to me apologetically. “What do you say greenie? Want to see what you’re made of?” Gally cocked an eyebrow and stood tall, everyones eyes fell on me. “Greenie, greenie!” Everyone started chanting and Y/N patted me on the back. All of the gladers circled around the ring and Newt stood shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, taking her hands in his and wiping the dirt away, checking for cuts and bruises. I could see as Y/N’s face visibly became redder as Newt wiped the dirt from under her eye gently. He cupped her face in his hands and said something, a wide smile growing on both of their faces before he finally let go. His eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow at him to which he responded by sending a glare back that very obviously said ‘shut up, greenie.’

Despite trying to not be completely annihilated by Gally, I couldn’t help but keep glancing to Y/N and Newt. In a way, it was nice to see a relationship like theirs in a place like this, desolate and devoid of life. But, in another way, it was saddening. Newt looked to her like she was the only thing he saw. Yet, she never seemed as infatuated with him as he was with her. When she thought no one was watching, I knew Newt was. I could tell he heard every word she spoke, even when she thought no one else was listening. With him, she’d never have to be alone.

After being thrown into the dirt time and time again, I’d finally remembered my name and the fight was ended. I stumbled my way over to the fire where a few boys talked amongst themselves quietly. “Hey Thomas!” Y/N piped up and jumped down beside me. I smiled lightly at the girl. “You’re pretty good! Wanna fight me next time?” A mischievous grin rose on her face. After seeing her fight with Gally, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Luckily, before I could answer, Newt slumped down in the tight space between us. “There you are, love.” Newt threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her close, ruffling her hair, earning a small laugh from her. They’d been apart maybe twenty minutes and Newt was acting like he hadn’t seen her in days. Y/N seemed to shrink under Newt’s arm and she pulled her legs close to her chest, crossing her arms over them.

For a while, the three of us talked about the glade and what tomorrow might be like. It was almost as if Y/N was adverting her vision from Newt. I couldn’t blame her, having someones eyes burning holes in your skin every hour of the day couldn’t be pleasant. Her focus was on me as I spoke and Newt’s was stuck on her. I may not have known either of them well, but I wasn’t clueless. It wasn’t like Y/N was pushing Newt away any time he came close. And it’s not that she was ignoring him, she was just trying not to show how much she cared. When Newt finally finished what he was saying, silence swelled around us until Chuck came sauntering in, calling my name. “Thomas! I set up your hammock.” He said proudly, waving for me to follow him. “I uh - better go.” I muttered and stood up. “Oh, and Y/N?” I caught her attention and Newt gave me a puzzled glance. “Newt has something really important to tell you.” I smirked and turned on my heel.

I sat in my hammock looking out to the walls yet again when I heard some people approaching the sleeping area. Most of the boys were already asleep and I knew it had to be Newt and Y/N. “Newt!” The girl whispered curiously, trying to catch up with the blonde who strode forwards. “Just tell me!” She pleaded and in that moment Newt caught my gaze and sent a forewarning glare. I shrugged with a smug smile and he rolled his eyes. Just as I had expected, a few hammocks down from mine, Y/N and Newt sat down in their own right beside one another. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Her voice was earnest and quiet, Newt shuffled around uncomfortably. “Y-Yeah…” He stuttered. “Newt, c’mon. I won’t judge.” She stifled a laugh and I could see her searching his eyes for some sort of truth.

His entire body was tense. So much so I could almost feel it from where I sat. He looked like he was about to burst, all of his emotions boiling up inside of him. “Fine! You really want to know?!” He spat and Y/N jolted back a little. “I like you! A lot! Ever since I pulled you out of that box! But I never told you because… because you have no idea what it’s like… To like someone so much but know that they’ll never see you the same way.” Newt let out an exasperated sigh and thew his face into his hands frustratedly. Y/N gently pulled them away from his face. “I never said I didn’t?” She mumbled and Newt immediately dropped his hands, his face softening. “I just - I thought after all of the other boys… you’d never believe me.”

“Newt… Of course I believe you.” She tilted her head and looked to him with sympathy. “I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.” She apologized, darting her eyes away. “It’s not your fault.” He shook his head and lunged forwards, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “THANK GOD! IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU TWO!” Minho cried out. “NOW, GO TO BED!” The few boys who were awake all laughed and I watched as Newt nestled his head into the crook of her neck as if it was the first hug he’d ever received. For a brief moment he opened his eyes and looked to me as if to say ‘thanks for the embarrassment.’

Struck - Suga/Yoongi (II)

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate au
summary: a soulmate au in which their location is guided by a compass on your wrist
a/n: part two! a shift in the mood ~ female pronouns and explicit language! as seen on my ao3

part i, iii


Yoongi looked at the compass on his wrist that pointed northeast. It’s been four days and ten hours since he first met you. He counted.

In his entire life, he’s probably looked at the compass maybe a total of ten times - only because his mother would always ask him where his soulmate would be. Where you would be.

Maybe the idea of a forever partner might have appealed to him when he was younger, but these days, they just don’t seem realistic. These soul-locking connections with each other were all purely biological - for the sake of keeping the world in order and avoiding disorder.

How can someone equate soul-bonding with the feeling of love? I mean, Yoongi’s met many beautiful women in his short lifespan - if he brought one of them home, how was it any different in bringing you home. Was it even worth putting effort into any human interaction at all now that he’s found you?

The answer is no.

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