i really don't know how you made me fall in love with you so badly

anonymous asked:

hey I don't know if you're taking prompts atm, but if you are could you please write some more nb!alex college au, I love them so much and your writings make me so happy!

(A follow-up to this story: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160089660369/pleasee-write-nbalex-in-college-like-could-they )

“Wanna get outta here?” Maggie asks, chuckling at Alex’s banter with their roommate, but also wanting the full attention of this adorable enby.

And it terrifies her.

Her desire.

Her question.

Terrifies her because the only people she’s kissed have been girls in high school who took her underneath the bleachers to make out, only to tell their boyfriends later that she took advantage of them.

Terrifies her because of Eliza Wilke.

Terrifies her because of her father.

But she’s away, now.

Away, for the first time.

And Alex Danvers? This kid hanging out of their window, undercut and tank top and sleeveless vest and and flattened chest and baggy shorts all but screaming their queerness? Their braveness? 

Maybe Alex Danvers won’t punish her for her desires.

But at her question, Alex almost topples out of their dorm room window.

Maggie catches them by their stomach, and they both pause at the contact. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so – “

“No, no, it’s… it’s just funny, right? Because usually when someone says ‘you wanna get outta here,’ they mean go home or something, but I am home, so you don’t mean go home, right, you mean go away from my home instead of to it, and it’s just…” 

Alex putters like they’ve run out of fuel, and they shrug awkwardly. Adorably. 

Maggie’s never wanted to kiss anyone this badly, and she chastizes herself harshly. She barely knows Alex.

Doesn’t know them at all.

But their rambling is awkward, and it’s earnest, and earnesty isn’t something Maggie comes across a lot.

“Just what, Danvers?” she helps them out, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s just funny,” Alex finishes, starting to blush, and Maggie hears Lucy sighing dramatically at Alex’s lack of chill inside the dorm.

Maggie gulps and she lowers her eyes to Alex’s lips and she looks away as soon as she realizes she’s done it.

“Your room isn’t the only home on this campus,” Maggie says, her voice low, her voice hopeful.

Alex nearly falls again, and Maggie grabs them again.

Alex opens and closes their mouth helplessly.

“But for now, wanna take a walk?” Maggie grins, hopping down from the window and retrieving her backpack and motorcycle helmet from the ground.

Alex takes nearly a full thirty seconds to stammer a yes, and somehow their rambling makes them more attractive to Maggie. More unassuming. More… earnest. More honest. More genuine.

“Uh – yes, just – uh, can you come around the front entrance? I’m sorry, I – “

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. Meet you in a minute. Um – nice to meet you, Lucy!” Maggie raises her voice at the end.

“Have them home by midnight, Sawyer! It’s not a huge campus, I can easily find out where you live!”

“Yes ma’am!” Maggie offers a mock salute. Even though she knows Lucy can’t see her from inside, she knows Alex can, and Alex laughs.

She decides she wants to make Alex laugh as much as she can.

“See you on the other side,” she offers up to Alex, and they nod as they scramble backwards off their windowsill, nearly falling in. 

Maggie chuckles to herself once she listens to make sure Alex is okay. She slings her bag over her shoulder and sets off at a jog toward the main entrance of Alex’s dorm.

It takes Alex more than a minute or two to get there.

It occurs to Maggie that they might not come.

That Maggie asking if they wanted to go somewhere – to get outta here – might have been rude to Lucy. Might have been a turn off to Alex.

Because why would someone that attractive want to go anywhere with Maggie anyway? Why would someone that soft want to have anything to do with Maggie, anyway? 

Maybe Alex had only said she could come up and sit on their window to be polite.

They seemed like they were a polite person.

Politeness was good. Nice. 

Good and nice didn’t deserve Maggie Sawyer.

How could she have been so stupid? So overconfident? How could she have been so – 


Her stomach backflips at the slightly breathless sound of Alex’s voice, and she turns.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” is the first thing she says, because she couldn’t really tell when they were sitting on the windowsill together. It’s the first thing she says because the shock of Alex actually standing there in front of her, eager and ready to head out… wherever… is so unbelievable.

Alex grins and straightens, puffing out their chest slightly.

“I uh…”

“You don’t have to actually respond to that, it was a stupid comment.”

“No! It wasn’t stupid, I… um… I’m sorry I made you wait. I’m uh…” They glance around and take a deep breath, but Maggie had used their pronouns without hesitation and without any reluctance, and she still wanted to go out with them – go out? were they going out? did this count as going out? – and it feels so good to still, maybe, be wanted, and they want to talk, to share, so badly… “I’m not used to my uh… to my binder yet, it’s uh… I’m still not used to things like uh… hopping out of windows and stuff.”

Maggie grins and nods, giving Alex another once-over with her eyes. “Well, it’s good self-care: you’re not supposed to be all breathless with them on anyway, right?”

“Gonna be hard to be around you while I wear it then,” Alex blurts out softly without thinking, without considering, and Maggie’s breath hitches, and Alex’s face flushes.

“I’m sorry, that was forward, I just meant – “

“No. No, Danvers, I…” She realizes there are tears in her eyes and she’s not quite sure why. She clears her throat and she forces down a gulp. “Where do you wanna go? On campus, off? There’s this pizza joint a few blocks off the SU that I like. Do you like pizza?”

“Isn’t it kinda the law?” Alex chuckles, and starts walking. 

Maggie falls into step, and after a quiet moment, Alex offers their arm out for Maggie to hold onto.

“Oh, a gentlehuman,” Maggie laughs, accepting their arm. She looks up at Alex with soft eyes. “Is there a word you prefer? Something less gendered, more?”

“Context,” Alex shrugs. “Right now?” They glance down at Maggie, at her leather jacket and tight jeans and gorgeous, gorgeous hair. “Gentleman would be just fine. I mean, unless you… you’ve only dated girls before? Not that this is a date, I mean – “

“It’s not?” Something’s dancing in Maggie’s eyes, something a lot like that confidence she’d had in her walk when she’d first gotten off her bike. But this is less affected, less defensive. This? This is happiness. This is hope.

“Is it? I mean, do you want it to be? If – I mean, I know it’s not how dates typically happen – “

“What, you mean sitting with a girl on your windowsill, getting egged on by your roommate, and then taking the girl on a walk to a pizza place off campus? That’s not your typical MO, Danvers?”

Alex laughs, and Maggie grins.

“I don’t have an… I mean, I don’t usually – we just met, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to…” 

“To what?”

Alex shrugs, stiffening as a group of frat boys laughs their way past them. They glance down at Maggie, whose face is suddenly steel, and Alex decides they like her even more than they already did. They put their arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to their body protectively.

The boys pass, and Alex shifts their arm, unsure of what to do.

“Is that okay?”

Maggie nods with a tight throat and a throbbing heart. Alex keeps their arm around her shoulder.

“You said you’re new here. New to cities. I told you I’d look out for you. I don’t want you to… to think I want anything in return.”

“Except maybe a date,” Maggie deadpans, but she’s smiling and her dimples ease Alex’s worry.

They lapse into a surprisingly comfortable silence, taking in the campus, taking in the football game on one side of the quad, the class being held outside on the other.

“Why would you want to?” Maggie asks after a while.

“Want to what?”

“Look out for me.”

Alex shrugs again. “You don’t seem like you need it. Looking out for. But everyone should have someone. It’s lonely otherwise.”

“Yes,” Maggie says after a long moment, and her tone tells Alex she’s not responding to their comment about loneliness.

“Yes what?” they ask, furrowed brow and nervous heart.

“Yes, this is a date, Danvers,” Maggie grins, and Alex can practically hear Lucy whooping from all the way across campus, can practically hear Kara’s excited squeals when they call her later tonight.

And all these things?

Make them feel like they’re flying.

okay, it took me a while to write everything down, but here are my thoughts and reactions to the last 19 days chapter!! (an alternative title for this could be ‘how to make people regret asking about your thoughts’)

anyway, it’s been pretty hard for me to put some order to my thoughts, because im just!!!!!!! so in love with this chapter!!!!!!!! it’s been a whole day and im still such a mess, there are noises coming out of my mouth but they’re not human, and i can’t find the right words to express how i feel because this update wAS TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR HEART

i think this might be my favorite tianshan chapter, tho it’s a very close tie with chapter 185, and im afraid i’ve been kinda all over the place, but hopefully it makes sense!! (putting this under a cut because it’s really long and there are some pictures)

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anonymous asked:

I love Tangled too and I was wondering why it's your favorite?

I was nearly finished writing this but then accidentally refreshed the page and I had to start all over again, but I need to get this out. It might feel a little rushed but I wrote this down before and I wanted to keep it shorter this time.

- Eugene and Rapunzel are both amazing characters. Eugene is one of my favorite Disney characters ever, with his charm and funny personality, yet his backstory touches me every time. The way he deals with it really played with the ‘what’s good and bad’ question, and his development is amazing. 
It’s difficult for me to love or even accept a female lead in any movie or series because they get portrayed badly most of the time, but I absolutely love Rapunzel. She’s a little clumsy and too excited about everything, but yet badass and cute and gets things done. Bless her. 

- Maximus and Pascal are the best sidekicks. I love the relationship and development between Maximus and Eugene, and Pascal is all the sassy cuteness you need in this movie. 

- One of the most quotable movies ever. I feel like there’s a quote for everything and I use them all the time.

- Onto an important part. Mother Gothel is the best Disney villain because she is so painfully realistic. As someone with a toxic/mentally abusive/narcissistic mom, I recognize a lot of the things she says and the way she acts- how she tries to look good and protecting while in fact all she does is abuse her power to get what she wants. Now I can elaborate on this but it’s pretty simple. Disney shows how mothers can be, and Mother Gothel says many things that are very realistic as to what toxic mothers say in real life. Especially Mother Knows Best Reprise is very good in this (which, by the way, is one of the best villain songs Disney ever made ngl).

Originally posted by crxwnxfthxrns

- Another thing, Disney shows that saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t have to mean it’s true. It’s something people with toxic parents struggle a lot with. Mother Gothel seems to take good care of Rapunzel and wanting to protect her, as if Rapunzel should be grateful. Rapunzel actually sings about this.This song means way more than the fact she can’t get out of the tower. It’s pointing at the manipulation again. Mother Gothel has always said she loved Rapunzel and always made it look like she did, like she was the good one It leaves Rapunzel with guilt which is shown at the end when Mother Gothel falls and Rapunzel still tries to save her- despite her knowing that she’s been bad all the time. 

- Next to this, they also quickly discuss the thought of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ during I’ve Got A Dream. Again a masterful work of music and a great thought behind it. Eugene’s part is so good as well- most of the time, ‘wanting money’ is something evil, but it’s not this time. I’m really glad this is included. 

- Most of the times with Disney movies, there’s one or a few songs I don’t like. I love all the songs in Tangled, got nothing else to say about that. They’re just terrific.

- I got to mention, the aesthetics of this movie. Don’t tell me those lanterns aren’t beautiful to you. Everything about this movie, the colors, the scenery, the music, the sounds, the vibes, the animations… it’s all so pleasing and I can’t get enough. 

Originally posted by kxxkus

Please tell me if there’s something I haven’t covered enough yet. I could talk about this movie for hours but I should really go to sleep now. 

anonymous asked:

hc of mc and rfa+v&saeran breaking up because of something terrible that happened, but they still love eachother, and after the breakup they don't talk for like six months and when they meet again in like a coffee shop or something on accident they become friends again and after a few days they're like LETS DO A ROUND TWO SHALL WE!~? i'd be really really grateful i love your writing🌟

This is so cute!

~Omg my heart!

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◉ Yoosung

  • It had been a while since you saw Yoosung
  • Or even talked to him
  • You don’t know how things ended up the way they did
  • Your relationship went from passionate to feeling more like roommates
  • Yoosung was always on his computer instead of spending time with you
  • And one night you couldn’t take it anymore
  • You packed up your things and you both were crying
  • Saying maybe it was for the best
  • You spent a lot of teary nights staring at your phone thinking maybe he’d call or text
  • But he never did
  • And you never did…
  • You were out shopping and decided to grab a coffee
  • After paying and grabbing it from the counter
  • A familiar voice called your name from a table across the cafe
  • You turned to see the blonde boy sipping from a cup alone
    • “Yoosung?” you called out
  • He waved you over with a smile and you sat down
    • “I can’t believe I ran into you here! How are you doing?” he asked excitedly
    • “Oh, I’m doing alright. Hey…”
  • You stopped to point at him
    • “Is that my scarf?” you laughed
    • “Oh…hah, yeah, it is.,” he blushed, “this is embarrassing but, I found it in the closet after you left. And it smells like you…so I wear it.”
  • He blushed
  • You two ended up talking for a long time after that
  • He seemed to have grown a lot
  • He was more into his studies
  • And less on the computer
  • You were leaving separate ways
  • When he called for you
  • You turned around to find him there beside you
    • “MC. I’m not that nervous young boy anymore. I can’t help but think that there’s a reason we ran into each other today. So…will you please let me take you to dinner? On a date?”

◉ Jumin

  • He had gotten into the habit of working extra long hours at C&R
  • When you confronted him about it he seemed like he wouldn’t budge
    • “MC. You keep bringing it up but you know my answer remains the same. I like to work. You have everything you could need in the penthouse, why are you being so difficult?”
    • “Yes. Everything but you. I’m not asking for a lot, Jumin. But I can see you aren’t willing to work with me, here. So I’ll leave. I didn’t sign up to be alone in a big house by myself every day and night.”
  • You packed up your stuff and left
  • It was almost like he was in shock and didn’t believe it was really happening
  • He just let you go
  • A few days after that he was sending gifts to you
  • Flowers and jewelry
  • But you turned them all away
  •  This wasn’t something money and gifts could fix
  • Weeks went by and months went by but you guys still hadn’t talked
  • You were out shopping when you heard a familiar voice from behind you
    • “That color would look really nice on you.”
    • “Jumin?”
  • You turned around to see him standing there smiling
    • “What are you doing here? In the women’s section?”
    • “I followed you over when when I saw you walking around”
    • “Why does that not surprise me?” you laughed
  • Seeing him now made your heart melt
    • “Why didn’t you accept any of my gifts?” he asked, a bit offended
    • “Why didn’t you call?”
    • “Because you didn’t accept any of my gifts”
  • You both were staring at each other
    • “It seems I approached this all wrong…” he remarked apologetically
  • You gave a nod that says ‘yeah, ya messed up buddy’
    • “Allow me to buy this?” he pointed to the dress you had been looking at, “it really would look good on you”
    • “Only if you’ll make time to actually see me in it”
    • “You are my number one priority from now on. I’ll tell you that 100 times over dinner tonight.”

◉ Zen 

  • You had to leave him
  • He was getting so caught up in work that it was like you never existed
  • He read fan mail more than he talked to you some nights
  • It hurt that you had drifted like this
  • You just told him you needed some time apart 
  • And he was seemingly too busy to drop what he was doing and try to convince you otherwise
  • Every time you passed a magazine with his face on it or saw something about him on the internet it made your heart hurt
  • You wondered how he was doing and if he missed you
  • But your life had to go on
  • You were going to a new musical that just opened up
  • One that, thankfully, Zen wasn’t in
  • You were a little chilly waiting outside for the show to start
  • Out of nowhere a jacket was draped over your shoulders
    • “What the-”
  • You turned around to see Zen
    • “You looked a little cold,” he grinned
    • “What are you doing here?” your heart skipped a beat
    • “I came to watch, I have some friends in the cast. What about you?”
    • “I was meeting someone.” you replied
  • You could see his face fall flat
    • “Oh…date?” he looked sad
    • “No, a friend, actually. But she apparently got sick and has bailed on me last minute.”
  • He perked up a little at that
    • “So…is there anyone you’ve been seeing?”
    • “No,” you laughed, “what about you Mr. Big Time Star?” you poked his chest
  • He grabbed your hand and held it in his own, looking at you directly in your eyes
    • “No. Of course not. You’re the only thing I’ve been thinking of since you left.”
  • He kissed your hand
    • “Well, then. Allow me to escort my lady to the show. I can’t have you sitting by yourself. Who knows who might try and approach you…”
  • You went back to his place afterwards

◉ Saeyoung

  • He started to push you away again
  • You wanted so badly to stay and help him work through his emotions but he just wouldn’t open up to you
  • He was barely sleeping and started to avoid you
  • You felt like you had no other choice
  • You could tell he was hurting when you left
  • But what more could you do?
  • It was eerie not talking to him anymore
  • Not seeing his smiling face around
  • Weeks and months went by with no word
  • You were really worried about him
  • One late night you went on a chip run to the convenience store
  • One bag of Honey Buddha left!
  • As you grabbed for the bag a hand reached over your shoulder to grab at the same time
  • A familiar jacket on the arm
  • You snatched the bag and turned around
  • Your heart was racing
    • “Saeyoung?”
    • “You got my chips,” he huffed
  • It made you laugh to see him pout
    • “You mean my chips? Seeing as I got them first.”
  • He put his hands out to signal he wanted to play you for them
  • It was your usual way of settling qualms
  • It was like you had never broken up at all
  • Like the months had just been a bad dream and here you were fighting over chips
    • “Alright then,” you nodded
    • “ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS” you said in unison
  • Saeyoung slapped his head when you won
    • “Have fun with your Lays!” you snickered from the cash register
  • He followed you out of the store and into the dark
  • He was just
  • Following you
  • You felt a tug at your arm
    • “How about round two?” he was looming over you seriously
    • “Of rock-paper-scissors?” you clutched the chip bag
    • “No. Of us.”
  • He pressed his lips into yours
  • You dropped the bag of chips

◉ V

  • You found a photo of Rika in the closet inside an old box
  • You admit now that you may have gone overboard
  • It started with a small argument
  • And eventually you left
  • You knew he cared for you
  • But you needed time to sort out your feelings
  • You were grabbing some coffee from a cafe you enjoyed
    • “Double-shot mocha!” the barista called out
  • However another person grabbed for the cup at the same time and ended up with your hand
    • “Oh, I’m so sorry! I guess we ordered the same drink,” V smiled
    • “V?” you said rather too excitedly
  • He couldn’t see but recognized your voice
    • “What are the odds?” he chuckled in that melodic way of his
    • “I didn’t know you still came here?”
    • “I can’t stop after you showed me this place. It…reminds me of you,” he smiled
  • You were glad he couldn’t see how much you blushed
  • Seeing him now made you understand how much you missed him and how stupid this whole mess was
    • “V…I-I’ve been meaning to-”
    • “Are you hungry?” he cut you off
    • “Um..yeah. Yes! I am.” you smiled
    • “It’s not much but I can manage my way around the fridge enough to make a sandwich. Shall we take our coffees back to the apartment?”
  • You almost skipped
    • “That sounds lovely, actually.”
  • He reached out to feel your arm, snaking his hand down until he found your own and grabbed it

◉ Saeran

  • Saeran was hard for you to read
  • Sometimes he was so distant that you didn’t even know if he liked you
  • You knew he had trouble sorting out his emotions…
  • But the pain on your heart at giving affection to someone you were beginning to wonder hated your guts, was pretty taxing
    • “If that’s what you want…”
  • It was his cold response to your mention of a break
  • You thought you saw the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes
  • But he didn’t say anything else
  • Just looked away and shrugged it off
  • You tried to continue life as usual
  • And at night you fidgeted with the necklace he gave you
  • It was one of the only keepsake you had from him and although it had been months, you never took it off
  • You wondered if he even gave you a second thought
  • That hurt the most
  • You waved goodbye to your friends after a late movie
  • It was a nice night and you just enjoyed walking alone
  • Three people approached you as you attempted to pass them on your way home
    • “Hey, pretty lady…you’ll be coming with us now.”
  • You clutched your purse, trying to decide whether you could outrun the,
    • “Touch her, and you little shits are dead”
  • You turned around to see Saeran
  • One look from him had them running
  • You stood there in shock staring at him
    • “What kind of idiot walks alone in the dark like this,” he scolded you as he walked up
    • “W-Well…I-”
    • “You’re lucky I was watching you.”
    • “You were…watching me?” you said, puzzled
  • He stood over you now
    • “I’m always watching you,” he admitted, “and I’ll always be there to protect you.”
  • You couldn’t help but cry a little bit
  • “He did care…”
    • “Hey-hey, cut that out.”
  • He wiped your cheeks
  • Kissing your forehead before pulling you into an embrace

anonymous asked:

The last ask about the Dementors made me think, do you know about the theory that Harry was reacting that badly because it was actually the memories of the Horcrux inside of him? And that's why Harry heard his dad and his mother even if he was a baby at this time and shouldn't be able to remember anything. Because it was actually the worst moment of Voldemort's life. (Sorry I don't know how to explain it, this ask can be both for you and Harry&Draco :) )

Harry:  *considering it with wide eyes*

Draco: That’s… that’s actually a really good theory, love.

Harry: I learnt to cast a Patronus for Voldemort?!

Draco: *reluctant grin* No! It was so you’d never fall of your broom again and probably die!

Harry: It’s… it’s the only memories I have of their voices…

Draco: *immediately horrified* Love, you probably remember it yourself, like… there’s no telling how much babies can remember!

Harry: *morose* You think?

Draco: YES! They’re your parents, of course you remember them!

Liam Dunbar Imagine- You Still Love Him, Don't You?


Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “You still love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

Different to what I usually write, but did you guys like it? Let me know. Requests are closed for the meantime x

Aesthetic (viktor/yuuri smut)

adjective: esthetic
1. 1. 
concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty.“the pictures give great aesthetic pleasure"
giving or designed to give pleasure through beauty."the law applies to both functional and aesthetic objects”

Yuuri was gorgeous. Viktor didn’t have enough breath in his lungs to tell Yuuri that; the boy had him moaning so much, on the verge of screaming as he rode Viktor; he was a fucking champion. But Viktor really did wish he could say it, wished he could tell Yuuri that he was beautiful, that he was so, so perfect; because he was. He was gorgeous. He had a body that Viktor, although he’d worked hard to get his own body, would kill for. Yuuri had this beautiful torso, tone and defined but not quite defined like Kristoff or Viktor. He had these beautiful, round thighs that looked absolutely delicious as he moved himself up and down, as sweat dripped down his body. Viktor’s hands came to Yuuri’s body, touched his hips; and he didn’t help Yuuri along as he’d been planning, just held onto his hips. Why was he so gorgeous? How did Viktor get so lucky? Viktor thought he would wonder this forever.

Yuuri leaned forward, perched his hands on Viktor’s chest. Viktor slipped his hands under Yuuri’s palms. His fingers laced between the younger boy’s, and he held onto them tightly, brought them to his lips. Yuuri was putting quite a bit of his weight on Viktor’s palms; he was getting tired. Viktor had no problem with that. He didn’t mind holding Yuuri up; in fact, he liked holding the boy. It made him feel like he was doing a little more for the younger than just watching him pleasure Viktor.

“Close yet, baby?” Viktor asked softly, for he could see the way Yuuri’s eyes were drooping in that non-sleepy way. He was coming close; Viktor didn’t even have to ask, but Yuuri gave him an answer anyway: a little, weak nod. Viktor let go of one of Yuuri’s hands in order to reach out, to wrap his fingers around Yuuri’s cock. It had him thinking about Yuuri’s fingers around his cock, about how they looked so beautiful whereas Viktor’s fingers looked more elongated than anything. Yuuri’s now free hand gripped Viktor’s shoulder, fingers digging maybe a little too hard into his skin, but Viktor didn’t mind. Oh, he didn’t mind; he loved the marks Yuuri gave him, "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me–” Viktor lost his breath again. He tried to take in a breath, for he wanted Yuuri to hear he was beautiful; he wanted the boy to know so badly, even if he’d already memorized the words from the many times Viktor had said them before. Fuck, he probably memorized the love-struck tone in which Viktor said the words. But Viktor wanted him to hear– he thought Yuuri deserved to constantly hear he was beautiful. "Vitya.” Yuuri whimpered, and then he was cumming, shooting over Viktor’s stomach, gripping his shoulder, hanging his head as he let out a little cry– sounding pained, but Viktor knew it was just Yuuri’s natural reflex, knew the sounds he made during sex, knew that one in particular was natural. Yuuri must have been exhausted by now, Viktor thought, and he was ready to flip them over, to take over, let Yuuri rest– especially his poor thighs; oh, they would ache in the morning– but Yuuri wrestled his hand out of Viktor’s and gripped his opposite shoulder, pushed himself harder; he was determined to get Viktor off.

Viktor brought his hands up to Yuuri’s face now, tilted it up to have Yuuri look at him. Viktor liked this; he liked that the two of them looking at each other in such an intimate, almost vulnerable act wasn’t awkward. In fact, it felt natural; it was so comfortable to look into Yuuri’s eyes like this, even if they were both red-faces, blotchy, tears in their eyes from over-stimulation, naked skin wet with sweat. It didn’t matter; because it was comfortable, and Yuuri was so, so, so beautiful. "I love you, baby.” Viktor whispered, voice a little strained because he could still barely breathe. Viktor’s fingers traveled up to Yuuri’s wet hair, “I love you. I love you– you’re so beautiful.” "Ah,” Yuuri could only whine. His fingers gripped Viktor’s shoulders a little bit harder, and he pushed, pushed, pushed himself, sinking himself down quicker on Viktor, going as hard as his poor, tired thighs would let him. And he just kept going faster and faster– better and better as Viktor came closer and closer– up until Yuuri’s body was ready to give out, and Viktor came into him, choked on a little moan, choked on a lot of breath that he just didn’t have. Yuuri’s arms buckled, but he didn’t fall the whole way, just dropped a few inches, head near Viktor’s shoulder now. Viktor flipped them over quickly, careful not to jostle Yuuri too much, because he was still balls-deep inside the boy, had just barely come down from a high. Yuuri was panting beneath him, so red-faced, so sweaty, but still so fucking gorgeous. "I’ll never understand how you do it.” Viktor whispered; and Yuuri likely thought he was talking about the intense way he’d been riding the older, likely assumed Viktor was forming little post-sex words as they calmed down, caught their breath. Viktor kissed Yuuri’s lips, pet his hair again, and after a few deep breaths, told Yuuri, “You’re so beautiful. So beautiful, so gorgeous– I love you so much.” "I love you, too.” Yuuri whispered, the first thing he’d said apart from Viktor’s name in the past hour. Viktor kissed him again– and again and again and again, pulling out of him somewhere in the middle of all the kisses. And he kept whispering words of love and beautiful until he and Yuuri were droopy-eyed, falling asleep, could talk no more.

“I caught myself crying in the car today, and I don’t ever do that; I don’t ever cry over boys, but I cried because of you. Maybe I realized that I lost you, or that I never had you and I was just fooling myself. Maybe you have some better things waiting for you and I just didn’t fall between those lines. But whatever it is, I realized how much I want this, and how much I want you.

And the funny part is, I was so very hesitant to even spend a second alone with you because I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, I could fall for you, and you should know that in the beginning I really didn’t want to. I was fighting so hard to make myself seem so closed off and so distant from you that even when you first kissed me, I walked away muttering to myself, “oh shit.” Because I knew, I knew what came next and I didn’t know if whether or not I was ready for that.

So congratulations you did it, you got me to fall for you. You have me right at your fingertips, holding on to whatever it is that I can get from you, because at least it’s something right? And I’m screaming and cursing your name over here but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ll never be able to hold you like I did before. I don’t do this, I don’t fall in love.”

And I say this to myself as I wipe my tears away, scarf down some water to breathe again, and drive to a place of distractions that keep me from thinking about you. You know I never really understood when people said ‘right person, wrong time,’ until now; and I never understood just how badly one person could suffocate you, leaving you to drown in your own tears, until now.

—  c.f. // “I don’t think he understands what he did to me”

anonymous asked:

MY IDOL MAYRA , so i was wondering how would you feel about writing a jealous!sonic which leads into feelings being revealed;);) ((so au ! I know but i can't resist)) if you don't mind ofc, have an amazing day ur da coolest 😎😎

ofc? Out of character? I’m quite a stickler for character, but I try and find plausible ways the characters can stay true to themselves and also develop where AU’s can be possible. I think I can make this plausible, leading it into some deep AU (aka shipping crap xD) but I’ll do my best to keep everyone in character until that AU transition is over :) Sound good? lol


“I could, take you home, if you want?”

This boy had been flirting with Amy the whole adventure, and she had tried to be polite and just laugh it off like she didn’t realize it, but over time she began to get shyly embarrassed by it.

What made it worse was Sonic was RIGHT THERE and didn’t DO ANYTHING to stop it!

She was furious that he was so close, and yet, let this creep keep trying!

“Ehem, um… well…” she scooting more towards Sonic, having his arms folded, looking away and up at the sky.

He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but what Amy didn’t know was that him being so close to keep the guy in line…

He had tried to convince the dude, indirectly, so to speak… that Amy only loved him and him alone, and no one could change her mind.

“Well… that’s probably because she’s never known real love before.”

That pompous statement sent a fire through his veins like he never knew before, and ever since then, he hasn’t let the guy be alone with Amy.

That creep wasn’t going to lay a HAND on her if he had anything to say about it.

However… just like, Amy, Sonic was also misreading her reactions too.

Her shy getaway act and not answering him directly made him nervous… he wondered if Amy really was being wooed by this confident… freak-a-zoid!

He needed him due to him being the only one who knew the exact location of the hidden village with the new mineral ore that Eggman was using to make his latest machines.

Apparently, being the only one who escaped, he was able to find Sonic and the team to tell them his people were being enslaved by Eggman to mine in the ore for him, having his robots supervise them as a threat to not step out of line.

Amy looked up to Sonic, but he interpreted that as her thinking, not so much her indirect, plea in body language to say, “HELP ME.”

He looked away, worried that she might actually go with someone who seemed to like her over himself…

He looked down.

Amy misread that as he was letting her go, and her heart nearly broke at his expression.

His eyes scanned the ground, before he gave a cold look to the boy across from him.

‘…I can’t just let him take her! Can I..?’ His heart was hurting, pretty badly actually, that he was just letting this all happen.

He bore his teeth and looked away again, turning his head slightly back to the ground.

‘It’s Amy’s life… it’s her decision.. I … I shouldn’t interfere.’

He was about to turn completely away, leave Amy to make the decision for herself, as he tightened his selfish fists to try and not make a dash at the dude, knock him out, and whisk Amy away.

‘What is this!? What’s happening to me!? I’m so mad! I could just..!’ he lifted his fists up, about to take a step away, as he faced Amy with his back.

She truly thought he was shunning her away, leaving her to this guy’s awkward flirting.

But why?

‘Sonic would never be this cruel…’ she thought to herself, her arms outstretched to him weakly,… as if not knowing if it was okay to ask for help or even for him to stay…

She felt more comfortable that she wasn’t alone with this guy… but if Sonic left.

‘I’ve never felt so selfish in my life!’ Sonic almost felt his jaw and head ache from the force he was pushing onto his teeth.

‘I want her to not like him. I want her to stay with me. By me. Beside me… Ahhh! I can’t just let her fall for another dude!’

He swiped his head a moment, back and forth, but Amy took that as he was telling her not to resist, or not to come any closer.

In desperation… she leaped.

Sonic’s eyes shot open and widened, leaning his head slowly up as he felt her arms around his waist, gripping his stomach as she trembled, her head ducked down and bent with tears.


He doesn’t really recollect what happened to him after that.

All of a sudden, like instinct, he pulled her close and pushed in front of her, holding her like the most precious possession in the world, and glaring at the dude.

“She’s got a ride.” he scooped her up, not even thinking as he spoke, and walked away. “Always.”

The guy blinked, not sure what all that indirect communication was about.

“Uhh…uhh… okay?”

He seemed to realize that Amy wouldn’t ever go for him, and sighed, letting the two escape.

Amy was so taken aback, not only did he respond quickly and even held her so close that her heart raced at the how protectively he had stated those words…

But it almost felt like…


She was his.

 “Sonic..?” She looked up at him, grateful but concerned as his hands were slightly hurting her.

For some reason… his tight grip was comforting though, but his face was fierce, making her panic a moment that maybe he was mad at her actions.

She stifled a quivering sound from her lips, something like a gasp and to say more, but dared not too.

‘What’s going on? It’s like I physically can feel that I almost lost her something.’ Sonic was so consumed in his confusion inside his thoughts, he failed to notice how worried-stricken Amy looked.

‘All I could think of was if that guy even dared opposed me, I would have knocked his head straight to the ground… I’ve never felt like that before. Amy’s not… she’s not something I… or anyone can possess! So… so why do I care so much that she’s in my arms? Not his?’

He shook his head, it still hurt from how he pressed down on his jaw so hard, before finally seeing Amy’s expression.

He stopped, worry at terrifying her crept into his being.

“Are you alright?” it was unthought of, just impulse again.

He barely hesitated as she nodded, before speaking again.

“I don’t want you speaking with him again.”

Amy had never seen him so… so demanding.

He was usually so calm under pressure, very cocky about everything.

What on earth was going on inside his head?

“Sonic… are you okay?” she lifted a hand up to his face, which he quickly glanced at, growing shy and turning away.

“Why…” she flinched her hand away, hurt by his response, still not understanding.

“Why are you pulling away from me?”


Sonic turned back.

“This whole time… I’ve been pulling towards you.”

When he realized his thought had come out without his conscious knowledge of it, he flickered his eyes in blinks of surprise.

“Crap! You weren’t suppose to hear that..” he turned away, still not having any control over his mouth.

“S…Son..” Amy’s breath was fully taken from her lungs. She was so shocked, but hope filled her heart and had her awing this new side of Sonic she had never seen before.

His feet fidgeted.

A new feeling now rocked his knees… threatening to freeze up.

“Uh oh.” Sonic looked down, seeing the effects and quickly running to try and loosen them.


He gritted his teeth again, this was so awkward, but at the same time…

“Why did you not tell him off?”

It came out a little harsh…

“What?” she looked amazed.

He kept running, bending his head down now in rage, not realizing what she was conveying in her behavior to him…

They both were misinterpreting the other… leading to some confusing actions and responses.

“Sonic…” she arched her eyelids back, realizing what this meant.

Was he… worried about her?

“I… I would never trust anyone but you!” she blurted out, leaning up in his arms and gaining enough courage to wrap her arms around his neck when the wind picked up.

Then she noticed it wasn’t the wind…

Her eyes blinked more open from squinting against the wind to realize he was running faster.

He had to let his anger out somehow.

‘No other!? Then tell him to buzz off! Pfft, I don’t believe that.’ Sonic grew aggressive, before his hands gripped her tighter.

“Ah.” she felt the pain a moment before he looked down and seemed shaken by her cry of slight pain.

He pushed his feet down to a halt, and set her down, but his hands only momentarily hovered at her sides.

“I’m sorry… Amy, I-” he looked away, ashamed he couldn’t control his emotions.

“AUGH!” he finally emoted.

He gripped his hands to his head and walked away, turning from her again as he reeled his head back, “What’s wrong with me!? I can’t think straight. I’m so… so mad!!!”

“He couldn’t take a hint.” Amy tried to calm Sonic down, but was afraid of this new response in him she hadn’t seen before.

She gripped her sides, holding herself, not sure how to address this.

“Hey!” she called out, worried. “Don’t … don’t turn away from me again. It feels like your shutting me off or out of your life!”

He froze then.

Suddenly realization made him move his hands from his head, and straighten out.

Turning… away… made her think he was closing her out from him?

That simple communication made him turn around, a part of his confusion cleared.

“Turn you away..?” he looked tenderly to her, and staggered on his feet, still feeling the weakness in his knees…

“Amy…” he spoke so gently then, so full of something Amy had never heard out of his voice before, and made her full attention turn to him in the fading day.

“…All I’ve been doing is trying to get you to run into my arms… so that I can protect you.” he felt this wasn’t something he would natural say, but something was pumping through his veins, adrenaline?

“All this time, I’ve hated that guy!” He threw a fist up, showing his true feelings, communicating for once in his life against his own better judgement, unable to keep it back any longer…

“The way he looks at you, flirts with you… it’s like he thinks he’s good enough to own you! You aren’t anyone’s to claim, Amy! You’re not!” He shook his head, frustration and desire to keep her all to himself creeping in on his being.

He couldn’t shake it off, he felt embarrassed now, he didn’t want to say anymore as he trembled with pent-up aggression.

“Sonic… I am owned to something…” she stepped forward, putting her hands together, “I… My heart’s always been yours to keep… Sonic.” she thought he knew that by now.

Sonic’s head slowly rose, more surprise hit him than anger.

He looked at her almost dumbfounded.

“…Come again?” he spoke lightly, in disbelief.

“I may not know a lot about… love or affection but-” she looked away, saddened by that fact of inexperience, but placed both hands on his face.

“But with all my heart, Sonic… I know I love you.”

It was the first time those words had graced Sonic’s ears.

It ringed for a moment. A beautiful bell in a drum consumed world.

He felt his whole being relax and almost fall into her touch, being comforted against his will was weird and terrifying, but in that moment, he wasn’t able to think straight.

He just let himself stare at her, and in a new light, see how beautiful having her around him really was.

His heart beat off course, his body felt limp, all the things that should have put him into an awkward panic felt…. natural for him, all of a sudden.

The air stilled uncomfortably, but in the warmth her hands gave, he still felt peace.

‘This isn’t right.’

Sonic moved away, snapping out of his strange entrancement and moving away, looking left and right at the ground.

“I’m…” he looked so vulnerable up to her.

She was going to misinterpret this again.

She scanned each of his eyes, seeing his confusion and fear.

“Sonic… I… Didn’t you know?” She felt confused too.

“It’s not that… it’s…” he waved his hands out, showing her he’s always known about her crush on him… as silly as it was, he never minded it all that much…

It was was he was feeling… his body telling him things he didn’t understand… his reaction that was unconsciously being done was what was spooking him.

“I can’t…” he gripped his chest, where his heart was beating irregularly for him. “I can’t understand what I’m feeling.”

Admitting this almost gave a flood of relief over him.

He had never been able to talk this much about his feelings before, but now, with Amy.. almost having that threat of someone take her away from him had left him unable to fully control himself.

“,,,What do you feel?” Amy was amazed by his response, but wanted to take it a step further.

As she stepped forward, his fear peaked again, and he held a hand out, walking back.

“N-no…wait a second…”

She paused.

‘…I’ve been waiting too long for this!!!’

Amy ran as fast as she could.


His eyes widened for the third time as she tackled into him, causing them to hit the ground before her head never came up.

He still squirmed, out of habit, but when Amy didn’t respond, he stopped and froze a moment, before looking down at her.

“…No more games, Sonic.” she was twitching, her eyes being forced shut and her arms gripping his body to hers.

“Just tell me… say that you love me.”

The words echoed in Sonic’s subconscious, but his thoughts were mostly on how he was ever gonna get out of his awkward fiasco.

Just say it.

Just say you love her.

You’ll keep her with you.

No one will be able to take her away from you.

‘I won’t allow it.’

Sonic narrowed his eyes, for once, understanding what he wanted and what his… no, it had to be.

What his heart had been trying to tell him for years.

He held her back, slowly letting the force be strong enough to show intent but not harmful like he accidentally had let slip before.

He ducked his head down, then back, chest feeling gripped as he couldn’t get the words out right.

Every part of him screamed!

He had to say it! Now was the only time he had left TO say it.

If he didn’t … he knew he would never let it get this… this bad or desperate again.

He would never allow himself to say it after today… or night? It was growing strangely dark, how long have they been out here?

He looked back on the falling sun, then up as if his gasps for air pained him, his chest still quivering and something warm in his stomach or bowls.

He crunched slightly, as if trying to stop this sensation.

As all this happened, she remained silent.

“…I.. Gosh darn it, Amy! I-!” he bit down on the words, as if he didn’t want to say them, but he knew he had too.


Her head jerked slightly up, but her eyes were hidden in shadows.

“I’ve always wanted to protect you, ever since I first met you, I’ve felt strangely drawn to wanting to be by your side! In your favor! I’ve always thought it a nuisance, never you! Just the desire to help you! Make you smile! Laugh! It’s all been so.. .so frustrating! After all this time, I don’t want anyone calling you ‘pretty’ or ‘there’s! I can’t stand it! You’re not there’s! You’ve always been my responsibly! Even if I didn’t want it, you were still there! I had to protect you! I had to keep you safe! I had to keep you, Amy… I … I …” he had kicked, squirmed, as if fighting each word coming out… until he finally lost, and slight tears formed so faintly that they dried up in an instant as he closed his eyes.

He gasped in his tantrum, the words he never let fall from his lips before.

“I hate that I love you so much… that I can’t let you go.”

“I can’t let you be free.”

“It’s the most selfish thought I’ve ever had…”

“To ever tell you ….”

“To tell you that I would marry you.”

“Just not now.”

“Not while I’m still running.”

“But you waited for me…”

“You never gave up.”

“I think that’s what I’ve admired the most Amy.”

“You waited till I had everything to give, and not enough strength to hold it back anymore.”

He felt something wet and looked down, seeing Amy’s tears as her eyes shook with unparalleled emotion.

“…Ah, geez.” he threw his head back again, letting the feeling of piercing the cold ground with the impact of his quills distract momentarily from how weak he truly felt, how vulnerable in that moment he was to her.

“I can’t stand that I love you.”


“I can’t even look at you.”

“Sonic, please…”

She reached up for him to look at her, placing her hands to his face.

“Call it destiny… or fate. But Amy. You had me at my name.”

He looked up at her, seeming to have been forced to say it all by his own heart and body tag-teaming it, but also looking like he faced his greatest fear and was so done with fighting it anymore.

He had drooped, almost unfeeling eyes then, as he spoke one last thing to her.

“Are you gonna kiss me now or what?”

Amy was so amazed that she laughed, offending him.

“Hey! What gives?! I pledge my loyalty and love and you laugh!? LAUGH!? Great, I’m hopelessly, and fiercely in love with a cynical woman.”

She shook her head, covering her mouth in her shock.


“Go on. Say it. I told you so.” he turned his head, as if dramatic.

“I know you. You’ll plan the wedding arrangements. No matter how much I’ll protest.”

“No, Soniicc!!”

“You’ll tell the whole world the awful, tantalizing scandal of Miss Amy Rose and the infamous Sonic The Hedgehog.”


“You’ll have four kids and I’ll just tag along for the fun.”

“I’M LAUGHING CAUSE I’M SO HAPPY, YOU-! OH, I LOVE YOU!” she spread her arms out wide and fell right back on top of him, kissing him over and over, all over his sad little face that showed he truly gave in to his feelings, and had to accept that fact.

She kept repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” As if that was a release for her.

He couldn’t help but get a softer face at each amazing wave or gush of warm feeling that spiraled throughout him with each kiss.

Suddenly, touch wasn’t an issue.

Suddenly, his shyness wasn’t even a thing anymore.

He… actually… liked this.

She wore out after a moment as her words became quieter, more muttery, as she realized he wasn’t pushing her away at all.

After seeing her face change, he leaned up and began letting his own declaration slip here and there… across the cheek, over the lips, passed the nose and down and up and over and across till he lost track of what the heck he was doing.

No more needs to be written, right? Self-explanatory, they’re in love, AU is a thing, and I’m going to bed. Nighty nighty!

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  • otp: i'll always love you
you get into an accident while jai’s on tour

requested by: anonymous

You woke up, sore and tired, surrounded by the near overwhelming smell of strong disinfectant and the sound of your heartbeat reverberating throughout the room with mechanical beeps. You opened your eyes and a boring, tiled ceiling came into focus.

Needless to say, you’d had a pretty rough day.

You remembered how you had gotten into a car accident on the way home from a movie with some of your friends, but you didn’t remember much of the accident itself. It had all happened too fast in a blur of bending metal and shattering glass. What you really knew was that you felt like you had been hit by a bus. Which wasn’t completely true, but still.

The murmuring of people in the room brought you out of your drowsy state, and you let out a small noise of displeasure at the ache in your bones. “Y/N!” Your closest friend cheered, and your eyes flickered over to where she was sitting at your bedside. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” She commented.

You gave a small smile. “Hey.” You croaked.

“Why is it that you always get hurt the worst with things like this?” She asked, and you laughed lightly. You had been friends with her since you were children and she was right. Trampoline mishaps, sledding accidents, and falling off of chairs and tables always seemed to end up with you with a bad cut or even a broken bone. Maybe it was karma for something that you weren’t aware of, or maybe you were just really really clumsy and had the worst luck.

A nurse walked into the room and checked your vitals while your friends and you made quiet conversation. After that was through, the nurse, named Taylor, asked a series of questions asking what you remembered and how you were feeling on a scale of 1 - 10 and all that. She explained that you had a pretty nasty concussion, some bruised ribs, a shoulder that was dislocated, and that you were lucky to get off as well as you did. She told you that you would need to spend a night or two just to make sure that you were alright and so that they could monitor you for a while longer.

After the nurse left, your friend handed you your phone. “Jai’s called you like ten times, I think you might want to call him back.” She said, and then proceeded to corral everyone out of the room so that you could have some privacy.

Jai’s phone rang only once before he picked up. “Oh my God, Y/N?” He asked, and you could tell that he was panicking on the other end.

“Hey babe.” You replied, your heart swelling at the sound of his voice. It had been a while since the two of you had even talked because he was across the world somewhere touring with his boys and timezones never seem to work out.

“I’m booking a flight for tomorrow and the others can do the show without me.” He said, going right into the bulk of the conversation with minimal introduction.

“Whoa, what?” You asked, laughing slightly at his straightforwardness.

“Your friend told me about what happened and I’m going to fly back so that I can be with you.”

“And you’re just going to leave the tour?”

“Well,” he paused for a moment. “Yeah, Y/N. You could have died today.”

“But I didn’t. That doesn’t mean that you have to drop everything and come to my bedside.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded.

“No, Jai.” You told him firmly. “You have, what? A month left of tour?”

“Well, yeah but-” he started, but you cut him off.

“I’m not hurt that badly, babe. I could’ve died but I didn’t. Finish the tour and I’ll be back here waiting for you, ok?”

There was a silence on the other end, and you could tell that he was conflicted between doing what you were telling him and doing the opposite but not telling you until he was there in person. “Fine.” He finally answered. “I love you, Y/N. Take care of yourself, ok? I’ll call you everyday to check in.”

“I love you too, jai.” You said with a smile. “Give my best to the others, ok?”

“Of course babe. Bye.”

You set your phone aside as the line went dead. Leaning back into the pillows and ignoring the ache in your temple, you thought about how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.


[a/n: i know that this one is a little baby short one but i hope that you guys like it!! all feedback is always super appreciated!! :-)]

anonymous asked:

Can I request Regis finding out about noctis/nyx? Feel free to do whenever, if you do decide to write this. It's been on my mind after re-reading the first work you wrote for this pairing. TBH I don't see Regis getting upset, but I can certainly picture Nyx and Noctis being terrified at first

this is exactly what you think it is i promise =3

He’d been so careful. Even Noctis, for all his recklessness, had been so freaking careful. Both of them knew the scandal which would ensue should they ever be found out. While it wasn’t enough to scare either of them into ceasing their illicit affair, it was enough to encourage the both of them to proceed with extreme caution. No one knew. Literally no one, not even the prince’s most trusted confidantes, not even Nyx’s sworn brothers.

So, how the hell was he here, feeling like a standing corpse in the middle of the King’s throne room? How had he come to the point where his healthy respect for King Regis had twisted and shriveled down to nothing put pure, abject terror upon hearing the cold, callous sentence he’d been dreading for months?

“How long have you been sleeping with my son?”

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Full moon.

A loud, annoyed growl breaks the quiet of the night as she struggles to get up. Her limbs are shaking, they feel weak, as if they were like jelly. And, after what seems like an eternity, You can finally stand … On all fours.


She lowers her head to see what is so wrong right now, and her eyes land on two paws, resting on a tuft of grass. A surprised yap escapes her mouth as she stumbles backward. Once she’s come to a halt -meaning that her butt met the ground once she had tripped over a visible root-, she shakes her head and internally sighs.

It happened again.

Glancing up, You closes her eyes after seeing the moon in her full phase, irked.

The full moon sucks.

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"I don't fall in love" (part 2)

part 1

A/N: here’s part 2 hope you like it  :) Might do a part 3 idk x

“I- never stopped caring…” He muttered

“Yeah because you never started” I scoffed

“That’s unfair and you know it” he said frowning

“No it’s not, if you think about, why would you care about me? You have no reason. You left me at that strangers party and I had to walk home in the dark at 2am. That shows you obviously don’t care, anything could have happened to me…”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that at the time but I had to go urgently.” He tried to explain.

“Why? What did you have to do that took you a whole month! You didn’t even have time to reply to my text, I was worried about you!” I nearly shouted

“I was busy!” He defended.

“You don’t understand do you?” I laughed harshly and partly nervously at how pathetic I was about to sound.

“Understand what?”

“You don’t know what it’s like… Well for me anyway. I’ve never really had a proper friend or anyone who really took notice of me- and then we hung out for a few weeks and those two weeks were the best weeks of my life- sad I know but after that I can’t just go back to my normal life, it’s too boring, you showed me there was more to life than just studying - and I know you probably don’t think we’re friends because you don’t ‘have friends’ but I-I consider you a friend and I’ve accepted that you don’t consider me one but I guess I’m trying to say thank you for at least letting me … Experience? Having a friend… And yeah-” I got cut off by Michael leaning forwards towards me, his lips slowly brushing against mine.

I panicked, unsure of what to do- i wants this so badly, I wanted to close the space between us but I guess I was just scared. So I pushed him away quickly.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked nervously.

“I thought- maybe you- would want this” he said nervously.

“What? but you don’t want that- why did you do that?” I asked confused not quite sure what was going on

“Don’t worry,that was a mistake I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that"he said getting up

"Where are you going?” I asked panicked

“Home… Its clear you don’t want me here” he said

“No. Stay- I’m sorry-”

“Why are you sorry?” He asked confused

“I don’t know but just please don’t leave again…” I said “I know we aren’t friends but to me you’re my friend if you go I will officially have no one”

“I am your friend… That’s why I have to leave again…” He whispered

“Why?” I stressed

“Because you’re in love with somebody and I can’t stand to watch it not be me” he whispered turning to leave.

“B-but- what - you don’t fall in love?” I called after him a tear falling down my face slowly.

“Exactly that’s why I have to go- I need to be away from you so I don’t- because right now I think I may be in love with you” he said

“I love you Michael, you’re the one I fell in love with, when you left you’re all I thought about- you’re all I can think about every day, every night- everything’s you! Please just let yourself fall” I begged not wanting to lose him again.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I just- I can’t I’m sorry okay” he said carrying on his way to the door

“Michael please don’t leave again”

“I’ll be back in a few days- I won’t be gone so long okay?” He said “I just don’t think I should be around you- you mess with my head”

“I don’t mean to - you’re the one messing with my head!” I said my voice rising to a plea for him to just stay.

“I’ll see you in a few days” he mumbled sparing one last look at me before he was out of the door.


He kept to his word that he would see me in a few days.

He was in English by Wednesday and had only missed two days of school. The lesson past without him even looking my way- how would I know that? Because I was the one watching him the whole lesson just to see if he would look my way.

At the end of the lesson the teacher reminded us of our project that me and Michael hadn’t started yet. I saw him stand up but he turned to walk towards me instead of the door.

“We should probably start the project today, meet me at the library at lunch” he said before walking away- his face emotionless.

“Okay” I whispered once he had left as he never gave me a chance to respond.

Lunch time crept up slowly and I made my way to the library- any one there wouldn’t care about seeing me and Michael there as the only people who hung out there at lunch time were the geeks and those who had last minute homework to do as were to busy doing that they wouldn’t take notice of us and the out of place Michael who normally wouldn’t be seen dead in the library due to his reputation.

To my surprise he was already there, his red hair catching my eye immediately. He had picked a secluded table in the corner of the library- his english books were scattered across the desk and he looked deep in concentration as his eyes flickered across the page of a book.

I looked to the librarian who was shooting glares in his direction as she was obviously concerned that Michael was in the library - no doubt she knew about his reputation.

I made my way over to where he was sitting, pulling the chair in front of him out and sitting down with a huff that caused his eyes to snap up.

He dropped the book on the table before turning his attention to me.

“Hey” he said quietly


“Let’s get this over with, I’m meeting a friend for lunch in 20 minutes” he said blandly

“Oh okay” I said

We worked on the project for fifteen minutes, writing down our views of Romeo and Juliet and structuring when we would argue them in the presentation. I couldn’t help but stare at him when he was writing- his pen flicking quickly across the page. Suddenly his leg accidentally brushed mine under the table making me jump.

“Have you got a copy of the play with you?” He asked quietly

“Uh no” I replied “we could look for one, we are in the library after all”

For the next few minutes we searched the shelves full of books for the play. I was currently scanning one section when I felt a body press against mine from behind. My breath hitched in my throat as I turned my head slightly to the side seeing it was Michael. One of his hands was placed on the small of my back and his other one came up to pick a book off the shelf.

“Found it” he whispered against my neck before walking back to the table and leaving me standing there confused.

I sat back at the table and realised he was on his phone to somebody.
I took this time to study him, the way he talked and how his mouth and lips moved, how his nose scrunched up when he talked.

“I’m in the library just doing some work I’ll be two minutes” I heard him say. “Okay see you in a sec” He said before hanging up.

“Who was that?” I asked curious

“None of your business” he said so I decided to be quiet for the rest of the time.

We were interrupted by an unfamiliar face- well unfamiliar to me.

“Hey Mikey, can we please go now?” The girl asked

“Oh yeah, sure sorry I got a bit caught up” he said packing away his things.

“We won’t make it back in time for last lesson” she said giggling

“Don’t worry babe, we can always go back to my place” he said to her winking at her as she blushed still giggling.

Wow. Okay.

“Uh- bye y/n” he mumbled as he left with her.

I felt the urge to cry. I promised that I wouldn’t ever cry over some guy. But Michael wasn’t just some guy he was… Michael. He was different and so much more special than anyone to me- but it’s always me who makes some thing out of nothing- who loves more than anyone else. But it was my fault.

After all he did tell me that he didn’t fall in love, yet I still. Chose to fall for him when I knew he would never feel the same. It was a stupid mistake. But a very easy one that anybody could make.

I sat in the library until the end of lunch before scurrying off to my last class of the day. Michael didn’t show up and my thoughts drifted to what he was doing. Probably fucking that girl.

My phone beeped from my bag causing a few people to look over at me in annoyance.

I glanced towards it seeing Michaels name flash up.

I opened the message wishing I hadn’t.

I’m sorry, I told you I don’t fall in love. - Michael

anonymous asked:

6. your mine, don't forget that. Derek Luh! please

#6 “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”
All I can hear are moans. It’s dark, and the clock next to me says it’s 1:57 am. I turn to see Derek with his head tipped back, moving frequently. He’s the source of the moans. I listen to them for a moment, then hear my name come out of his lips.

“Y/N, fuck,” he says, rolling over again.

I lean over and run my hand over his chest, burying my face in his neck to nibble at his collarbone and earlobe. His moans get louder until he seemingly wakes up. I continue kissing and biting at his torso as he groans.

“Mmm, mami, you should wake me up like this every night.”

“I do, remember?” He just continues to groan. We’ve been friends with benefits for a couple months now. I felt a lot more for him, but I knew he ‘didn’t do cuffs’ so I settled for just having his body. “What were you dreaming about?”

“You.. me… us.”

“Us doing what?” I whispered in his ear.

“Why don’t you let me show you?” He flips me over and I grin as he rolls on top of me.

He grinds in between my open legs and I moan out as his hands grip the side of my face. I can feel how hard he is through his boxers and I can’t wait until I get those off of him.

His hands gradually move down my body, from the sides of my face to my breasts down my stomach until he finally reaches my underwear. He plays with the edges of them for a while, driving me crazy.

“Derek, please.”

“You don’t like it when I tease, mami? Maybe I should stop?” He completely removes his hands from my body.

“No! I just want you to hurry and get to the point.”

He places one hand back where it was, except now it’s directly on my hot spot. “Like this you mean?”

I moan loudly in response. He keeps his hand there and all I can do is keep my arms wrapped around his neck as I get closer and closer to the edge.

“This pussy is mine. You’re mine. Don’t forget that,” he says. I’m a little surprised by his possessiveness, but I must admit it’s a turn on. That’s probably why he did it, not because he actually felt like I was his.

I continue on, calling out his name and moaning. The closer I get, the higher my voice gets. “Derek, I’m so close!” I call out.

“Mami, I love when you say my name like that.”

“Derek!” I nearly yell, as I’m pushed over the edge and attacked with pleasure.

Once I settle down, Derek says, “Ma that was so hot.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, “I wanna see you get just as hot as I did, and I push him onto his back and pull his boxers down…
*The Next Morning*
I wake up and stretch, rolling towards the edge of the bed. I don’t have anywhere to be soon but it’s kind of weird just staying in Derek’s house all day.

As I get ready to sit up, Derek’s arm comes around me. “Nooo, don’t leave me.”

“I have to,” I say, trying to get up but he has me trapped.

“No you don’t. I know you don’t have anything to do. Stay here with me.”

“I really can’t.” I wasn’t to so badly, but I know it’ll just make me feel more for him. Last time I stayed here with him, we cuddled in the bed and spent the day binge watching The Flash/ having sex/ talking and it made me fall for him way more than I already had.

“Why not?”

I really don’t want what we have to end, but I need to know. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, mami.”

“What did you mean by what you said last night?”

“What did I say?” I’m prepared to say never mind, he doesn’t even remember what happened. The he continues, “Oh, you mean when I called you mine?”

I nod and look down, embarrassed by my question.

“I meant that you’re mine. What did you think I meant?”

“Derek, when we started this, we agreed that we were both just in it for the sex. No dating, no relationship shit, no settling down.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Let me finish. You can’t just claim me whenever you feel like it. We agreed that if we ever found someone else, this would end, no harm done. And you’re making this harder.”

“Are you saying you’ve found someone else to be with?” I can hear the anger in his voice.

“No, and I never will if we keep acting like we do.”

“But I like the way we act,” he says with a frustrated tone. “And I don’t want you to find someone else,” he tightens his arms around me and leans down to kiss my cheek.

“You can’t say shit like that!” I say, frustrated as I try too scoot away from him. He still won’t let me.

“Why not?”

“Because I know that for you this is all a game. I’m just another girl to fuck a few nights a week before you move on to the next. But me? I can’t just do that and live with that. I’ve fallen in love with you. And I’m sorry if that breaks a rule of yours, or if you don’t want to sleep with me anymore, but it’s the truth.”

All he can do is look me in the eyes as he loosens his hold on me. I get out of bed and quickly throw on what I came here in. As I rush to get out of the door, he calls out to me.

“Y/N! Wait! Please don’t leave.” He rushes into the living room half naked and grabs me again, leading me to the couch.

“Look, ever since we started hooking up, I haven’t been with anyone else. In the beginning I tried, but it never felt right because it wasn’t you. This entire time, all I’ve been able to think about is you, and that scared me for a long time. The nights where you weren’t here would be torture because part of me would always be scared you were gonna go out and find somebody better, somebody who you’d wanna be with in an actual relationship. And almost this entire time I’ve loved you, but I was always scared, you know? I haven’t had a serious relationship since high school. But I want that with you.”

“So you’re saying-“

“I’m saying that I wanna be with you, in an actual relationship. I want you to be mine, and I wanna show my girl off to everyone.”

I smile and kiss him. “On one condition,” I say as I pull back.

“Hmm,” he moans out.

“I’ll only be yours if you’ll be mine too.”

“Sweetheart, I was yours from the start,” he says, smiling. He pulls me onto his lap and hold me around my waist, standing up. “Now let’s go back to bed.”

I screech and hold onto him as he walks us back to his room.

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. This is the second time I’ve gotten this request, but the first one was for a member of 5sos and it was definitely different. I still have a couple more requests to go, most of them are prompts but there are 1 or 2 that aren’t so be on the lookout for those!


anonymous asked:

I wish I lived in an Alternate Universe where Book 4 (and 5?) of AtLA had never been cancelled for that stupid movie. I feel this was the bad decision that lead to an avalanche of bad decisions (the comics, for example). I've never seen a franchise get messed up so badly, and this is coming from someone who saw season 4 of 'Arrow'. (Oh yeah, I went there) It's a sad thing when a good show gets ruined by poor decisions. I don't want Book 4 of AtLA now because Korra ruined the original plans. :(

I feel exactly the same as you! I want to go to that Alternate Universe! It’s not fair! It was definitely the stupid movie that started it all. It shows how out of touch Bryke really were to think that utter flop of a movie would have been more financially successful than more episodes of the TV series. I also completely agree with you; I have never seen a franchise get so screwed up and downgraded in quality like Avatar.

Bryke seemed like they disagreed with Ehasz quite a lot regarding the future direction of the series. So much so that they didn’t even want to finish all 4 seasons of the show under his writing leadership and so they went with the movie(s) instead. Then they later created a new Avatar series to do things their way…with love triangles! Thus The Legend of Korra was born! The bad writing of the first two Books of TLoK caused the ratings to plummet, and it was eventually taken off cable and made only available to watch online! Writers from ATLA, like Joshua Hamilton and Tim Hedrick, had to be called back in to help salvage TLoK, which is why Books 3 and 4 (well…the first half anyway…) have better writing, but the ratings never did recover. They only went down.

If you go back and look at some of ATLA’s best episodes, like The Storm, or Zuko Alone, or The Awakening, all done by Ehasz or his wife, and then you go and read the comics and compare the two…ugh. It’s just so heartbreaking and painful what Bryke have chosen to do with the franchise. There is just no bridging the vast chasm in writing quality. You get such a touching glimpse into both Aang and Zuko’s painful backgrounds in those episodes. My younger sister was a very casual Avatar fan and has not seen the show since it ended back in 2008. But when she saw me blogging about Avatar, she mentioned how awesome of an episode The Storm was.

If Bryke spearheaded Avatar Books 4 and 5, they would resemble the comics. I wouldn’t want it, either. The comics are so bad, and so different than the show that it is laughable. The art may be nice, but the characterization…yuck. Katara acts like she’s been brainwashed by the Dai Li and she is literally obsessed with Aang. TV show Katara would be grossed out.  And in the TV series, Aang (mostly) acted like a regular kid. In the comics, he acts more like a weird adult man in a child’s body. He’s constantly making out with Katara and it just feels so weird and inappropriate. They act like an old married couple, yet Katara still babies him. It’s just creepy. It’s nothing like the show. Aang started off as a very endearing character in the cartoon and Bryke have really made him very unappealing. These are just NOT the same characters.

Something I just found out recently is that Bryke made a parody video at Comicon 2008 called “Avatar Book 4: Air Forbidden Love” mocking the idea of a Book 4, a Zuko and Katara romance, making fun of the fans for wanting that to happen and using their fanart to make it seem like the fans of that pairing only care about the characters making out…then saying that we “never should have doubted the will of Mike and Bryan”. Um…okay. Apparently the creators were more immature with the shipping stuff than most of the fans were…They said the video was just a joke, but you can clearly tell that there was an insulting tone there.

And it’s crazy that we now know that those ideas they were mocking actually WERE the original plans for the story…LOL. Among other awesome ideas. Maybe Bryke were bitter that people liked Ehasz’ plans better than their version of the ending? It does kill me that they actually had the Air logo for the title screen made back in 2008 and instead of the real Book 4, they used it for…that. >:(

Every time I hear Iroh sing that song during his music night now, it makes me sad about all the scrapped ideas for Book 4: Air.

“Winter, spring, summer and fall. Winter, spring, summer and fall. Four seasons, Four loves. Four seasons, For love.” ♪     :-(

Elijah Mikaelson - You Don't Have To

Prompt: i hope the ask box is open because if not than I’m terribly rude and I’m sorry for that. Could you write an elijah one shot where the reader is a 900 year old vampire and an ex lover of elijahs. There relationship endet very badly so they haven’t seen each other in nearly 700 years. She shows up one day in Mystic Falls to visit her dear friend Damon and meets Elijah there. The two of them fight and argue pretty badly. Could it end in some angry hate sex? Thank you in advanced love

Smut Warning lovelies

You couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of seeing Damon again. It had been years since you saw the young vampire and you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t taken a shine to him and his sassy, self-destructive ways. He reminded you of yourself in that way, you guessed. As you stood outside his house, waiting for him to come home and tell whoever owned it to let you in, you saw a face that made your blood run cold. Walking with a small brunette human girl was Elijah Mikaelson, the man that broke your heart over 700 years ago. He was tall and handsome, for sure, not to mention honourable and cunning but people didn’t see all of him. They didn’t see how hypocritical he was, how he spoke of honour but was anything but noble or how he would toss you away within a second because no feeling could contend with the immense guilt he feels over not stopping his father from beating his brother. The truth was Elijah Mikaelson is just as messed up as the rest of us, he just comes in vintage packaging with a high price tag. Not that you were still bitter.

He hadn’t seen you yet and though you were no stranger to arguing with Elijah, you did not want to do it now. You caught a view of Damon in the house from the corner of your eye.
“Y/N? What’s do I owe the-” He began with a smile on his face, leisurely walking up to the door.
“Hey, Damon, yes lovely to see you. Let me in.” You rushed, betting that your face was as frantic as you felt. He frowned.
“Who owns this place?” You asked when he didn’t reply.
“Elena does, she’s right over there.” He replied, pointed to the girl walking with Elijah. You didn’t look at him, sure that he’d already spotted you. “What’s going on, Y/N?”
“I know Elijah and I really do not need-” You started, whispering under your breath, staring into the bright blue eyes of the vampire that you had helped so many years ago.

“Y/N..” Elijah greeted from behind you. His voice held a bitter nostalgia for you, the feelings of regret and anger bubbling up inside you. You swallowed, clenching your jaw before turning to him.
“Elijah.” You nodded, staring into his eyes, the same eyes that had once saved you from many a storm.
“Damon, who’s this?” The girl asked, frowning as her and Elijah walked past you, his shoulder lightly brushing yours as he did so.
“Y/N.” Damon responded, staring at you. “They helped me ages ago, when I first turned. Let them in.”
“Damon…” Elena trailed off, frowning before he shot her a look. “Come in.”
You grit your teeth, stepping inside, feeling Elijah’s eyes on you. You matched his stare, not backing down.
“This smells of unresolved issues so we’re gonna go.” The youngest vampire nodded to you, gripping the shoulders of his human (what you assumed to be) girlfriend.
“Damon, where are we-” Elena began. You stepped out of the way, nodding at Damon.
“Come on, Warrior Princess, no time for questions.”

“How have you been Y/N?” Elijah questioned, raising an eyebrow. You shut the door before turning and glaring at him.
“How do you even have the guts to say that to me?” You laughed humourlessly, shaking your head. “You left me, Elijah. It got hard and you walked.”
“Must we go through this tedious exploration again?”
“Don’t do that!” You shouted, throwing your arms about. “Don’t pretend like I’m just a child because I have every right to want to kill you for what you did to me!”
“And what about what you did to me, Y/N? Flirting with every man in the village, including my brothers? How can you act like a harlot and expect me not to treat you like one?”
You hand scaled round faster than you could process and his head whipped to the side, a stinging sensation in your hand.

“It was always you, you selfish bastard.” You hissed. You were close to each other, both glaring. “And then you left. You decided that I wasn’t worth the precious Elijah Mikaelson’s time and I will never forgive you for that.”
“You don’t have to.” He whispered. Before you knew it, you were pushed against the wall, his mouth on yours, his hands pulling at your clothes. All your anger surged through you and you were going to push him off until his lips mouthed wet kisses down your neck and you thought better of it, pushing him back slightly before grabbing his tie and pulling his lips to your again. It was the type of kiss where teeth clashed and you were fully aware of what it would lead to, including a very pissed off Damon.

Timehop shattered me today. Usually it’s okay. Melancholy for the past, but still good. Today was not. Today hit me like a brick wall.

I’ve been talking to the most amazing guy for years now. We met on Omegle.
The year I graduated high school(2011!), a really big tumblr trend was to go on Omegle under the “tumblr” tag and try to find your friends/followers. It was hysterical. It was fun. I was on there so much it started leaking into my real life. My friend and I would have sleepovers and stay up until crazy hours, on Omegle just finding people to talk to. Obviously the cute ones would get more attention, and we’d have to skip a dick or 10(yes literal dicks), and on the rare occasion we’d get a guy’s number and text for 48 hours and then never again.
But one night, it was different. If I remember right, we were dicking around with stuffed animals. We’d hold them on screen and try to get people to interact with them without seeing what we looked like. Accents, whatever. And if they gave us the time of day we revealed our faces after a while. So we connect with this random babe. And he’s got the bluest eyes. And this swoopy brown hair. Squarish jawline. And he says he’s from England and we’re swooning because we’re American and foreign accents are delicious. He’s not talking though, just typing. We eventually show our faces. My friend gets bored and says we should skip him but I don’t want to. He’s so cute and the way he won’t speak is making him a mystery I’m dying to hear. I get his Skype so we can move on and promise to talk to him later. This guy is cute and all but we’ve only just met and I’m hosting a sleepover and my friend is bored. A bit later, I get a Skype message. I let the guy know we’re still on Omegle. What’s he still doing up? It’s like 6am there. He’s nuts. But he wants to Skype me. But I can’t. My friend is there. I can’t just take over the computer. Eventually my friend gets tired. So I close Omegle and Skype the England Boy. I’m begging him to say “love” in the accent I know he has. But he won’t do it. I’m 18 years old and teenage romance novels are my weakness and romcoms are everything and the way Gerard Butler calls his leading lady “love” is all I need in my life. My friend is falling asleep on the couch and I’m busy falling for the biggest fall of my life. We’re Skyping for four hours. He barely speaks. And then gloriously he says to me, “goodnight love,” and I’m dying from head to toe, it’s beautiful and this cute guy said it in his cute accent and even if he didn’t mean it, if he only said it because I begged and persuaded it out of him, it’s still got me in a puddle of emotions. It’s perfect. He’s great. I’ve got him on Skype. I can call him up whenever I want.
That was how it started. It was everything to me. I stayed up Skyping him when I should have been sleeping. I stayed on Skype with him for 6 hours 6 days a week. It was the summer before I went to college. He meant everything to me. He made me laugh. Die laughing. He was adorable and funny and charming and immature and sarcastic in all the right ways. He’s terrified of spiders. Sometimes, he sleep walks. He hates pineapple. He’s got a lesbian sister. More siblings. He’s never owned a car. He doesn’t have a license to drive. He’s getting a 7k inheritance when he turns 21. His dad’s an accountant. He had a brother who passed away. His girlfriend appears to be a massive uncaring bitch. He can do better. Dealing with my feelings and his girlfriend was a rough patch. She’d infuriate me so badly some nights. He’d Skype me from her house. It’s okay, she’s asleep. Why are you talking to me? You should be sleeping next to her. You can’t sleep? That happened more than once.
When he broke up with her I was so happy for him. So proud of him. He didn’t have to date me. Distance. Yuck. But now he could find someone to treat and be treated better. He never really did.
He’d watch American Football. Something I’m not sure he’d ever even thought about before me. He’d say he’d seen a Vikings game. Why would you watch that? We’re terrible. Football sucks.
He Skyped me through the single semester I went through college. He made a tumblr because I used it so much. We had matching links at one point. He Skyped me when I came home from college. I got a job, a good job but I still had time for him. I moved in with friends downtown. I got a new, good job. I was meeting people. I was partying. I was hooking up with people because I had all these feelings for a guy halfway across the world that were becoming hard to deal with outside our computer screen Skype world. It was easier to crash into guys who didn’t really care about me and wouldn’t notice I wasn’t exactly there for them emotionally 100%, even if I pretend or felt like it for fleeting moments in time. It had been three years since we first met. I started fading. I was working 40 hours a week. I hated my job. Loving him and not being with him was suddenly becoming painful. Not talking about it because it was painful and a useless conversation was even more painful. It wasn’t easy to accept anymore. It wasn’t easy to know that everyone around me wasn’t him. That no one could amount to him. That I could harbour so much feeling for a guy I’d never met. Would maybe never meet. These feelings were suffocating. I was drowning in something I couldn’t have. Couldn’t even touch. He was mad at me for becoming more and more unavailable. I tried to explain it. He was killing me. He couldn’t understand. He still wouldn’t.
We Snapchatted. Barely. I found a boy at home who wanted to hook up and also be a friend. Eventually it crashed into a million fucking pieces, but it helped me. At least, I thought it did. I tried so hard to make it work. If I couldn’t have England Boy, maybe this guy would date me. Maybe I’d finally be worthy of “girlfriend.” Well, I wasn’t. I lost the extended fling, and the guy halfway across the world was hurt that I was distant. Because he couldn’t understand. Because I couldn’t understand.

Now we never talk. I don’t remember the last time we had a video chat. Over 6 months ago? He’s back with his girlfriend who never cared enough. He’s got a life and he’s ignoring me.

It’s August 11th, 2015, and four years ago today, I met you. And our relationship killed me.

Teen Wolf Imagine Liam *Requested*

“You are over reacting y/n, nothing happened.”

“How am I over reacting! When I go over your house and I see you kissing another girl Liam! How is that okay! Liam you're  my best friend, you didn’t even tell me you liked her!” You shout to Liam who has been standing about  two feet away from you this whole time.

“Y/n I don’t like her. Why is everything so complicated with you! You make a huge deal out of everything. Its like your my nagging girlfriend with none of the benefits and all of the deficits!”

“Fine I’ll stop talking to you so you wont have to deal with me anymore. Just pretend I don’t exist.” You said confidently and walked away leaving Liam standing there. You didn’t feel confident  about it but if he really thought you were dragging him down you were going to leave and make sure he never thought that about you again.

You were walking to your car when you felt a jab in your neck and moments later you felt yourself falling but couldn’t do anything to stop it. You heard Liam scream for you when strong arms lifted you up and put you in a car or van.

It must have been hours before you woke up. You looked around and tried to get up but you couldn’t because your ankles were shackled to the wall and you were handcuffed. As soon as you got  up you heard a door open and a man came  in with a tray full of needles and other pointy objects.

“Hello my little mermaid.” He said and inside you knew what he was going to do with you but you didn’t want  to admit it because dissection is not something you want to think about right now. “Don’t worry child of Poseidon I’m only drawing blood today. I want to know how to hurt you. It’ll be a big help when I go and  hunt down  your parents and friends and family.”

You didn’t talk and let him do it because what else could you do. He didn’t come back down for two days and when he did  it was to bring food and that was it. It came in a schedule, everyday at seven in the morning and night he would come  bring food and then leave. Until the seventh night.

“I figured it out fish girl,” He’d given you a new nicknames each time he saw you which was twice a day. They were scary and with each new one your hope slowly diminished that Liam was coming to save you. “You know what hurts you, I’m sure you do because it is pretty common. You blood reacts very badly to none other then Iron. I can’t believe it was that easy. Anyways lets try it out.” He took out an Iron sword and sliced a long deep line down your arm. You screamed and smoke started rising out of the wound.

“It works I’m going to be a hero!” And he stabbed your stomach. “You’ll bleed out in about an hour, by then I’ll be long gone.” He started packing up the equipment he had down in the basement where you were when you heard a howl.

You didn’t move but you’d recognize that howl anywhere and despite everything that had happened you smiled. Moments later there were three werewolves, a kitsune, a banshee, and a boy with a bat ready to defend you. Everyone except Liam went and killed the man, Liam went right to you.

“Oh y/n I’m so sorry! Why aren’t you healing!”

“I can’t Iron is my kryptonite.” You said and laughed coughing up blood.

“You can’t die on me. Not now.” Liam said slashing off the chains and picking you up. He took of his shirt and wrapped it around your arm  to try to stop the bleeding. “Scott your mom deals with stuff like this right! She can help.” Scott and everyone else were now gathered around you.

Scott nodded and everyone rushed to the cars to get you there. Liam rode next to you in the back telling you to lay down so you put your head in his lap and he stroked your hair telling you everything would be okay and the doctors would fix you up.

You were rushed into the hospital and  when a doctor saw you he got a gurney and some  nurses and the rushed you into the O.R.

Five hours and thousands of stitches later you were asleep, high on morphine, and in a little hospital room with everyone sitting waiting for you to wake up.

Six hours and Malia had too go do school work so she wouldn’t have to stay back and Ms. McCall had to go back to work.

Seven hours and everyone else went to go to school because its abnormal to miss as many days as they already do. Everyone except Liam.

Eight hours and you started to  wake up. Liam half asleep noticed you moving and rushed to your side holding your hand. You woke up and instantly tried sitting up not even knowing where you were but you couldn’t because your stomach was to battered and broken.

“Don’t try to move, you had to have a lot of stitches.”

“Why are you here. I thought I was just a drag.” Secretly you were so glad he was here.

“Y/n I never thought  that. I love you. Not as friends I really love you. Hear me out and don't  say anything until I’m done then you can be made at me all you want. Okay?” You nodded crying already. “Okay. Do you remember the first day of school that you came? You had just turned ten and we were in the fourth grade and you were the smallest girl there. You were so nervous and sat by yourself at lunch because you were to afraid to talk to anyone. You looked at the world so differently back then with your enormous brown eyes. You wore a green dress with little strawberries all over it and for lunch you were eating a sandwich with the crust cut  off and you had a lemonade juice box. I came up to you and said ‘I’ll give you half of my cookie if I can have half of your sandwich.’ and you giggled and shook your head saying that I had cooties. I might not have known it was love at the time but now I do. I love you y/n. I love you more then anything.” At this point you were sunk so low in your bed crying.

“I’ve loved you ever since I stole half of your cookie anyways.” He laughed and kissed you not leaving  your side the rest  of the night.