i tried to fix it but i cant help it

Percy and Annabeth were a perfect example of why. You should have to make someone’s heart whole.

I guess this is the colored version of this sketch, I changed a few things though. Yet i still have trouble with it

Thank you @percyyoulittleshit who came armed with Percabeth quotes to help me with this one.

Sweet Tooth: Part Four

A/N: Hey my babies! Since you left so many amazing comments on the last part, I thought you guys deserved an extra long chapter!

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Very colorful language, mentions of oral sex, sibling debauchary and just Lance being Lance(which needs a warning in its own)

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.


Saturday night had rolled around and as per usual, you were late.

You’d accidentally spent too much time at the shop with the maintenance man who was fixing up the mixer, it’s not like it was your fault he’d been late and taken forever! So you’d rushed home, your foot like lead on the gas pedal of your jeep, and had managed to get…mostly ready in the forty five minutes you had until you we’re supposed to meet your girlfriends for drinks.

Your phone chimes with texts from your friends, harassing you of course. Telling you to hurry up because being ten minutes late was apperantly a heinous offence. You finish up straightening your hair and toss it around before going to your closet and shrugging into an olive green, waterfall drape duster coat. You like dressing up, when you have the time or reason to; which is why you’re decked out in a pair of heeled boots and your largest gold hoop earrings.


Jeeze, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d worn heels…

Girls night had been initiated for this exact reason. As your group of friends got older, and life got busier(babies, and marriages and full time jobs that took up all of your time), you’d decided that at least twice a month you had to get together for drinks and bullshit. You looked forward to these nights eagerly, to drunken babbling and gossip and reminiscing.

You spritz on a layer of perfume before your clicking down the long staircase, as fast as your heels would allow you. Careful because if there was a way to fall on your ass, you would find it- and make your way to your kitchen.

Filling up the dog’s bowls, the little peckigneze comes in at the sound of food clattering. His but sways with attitude that you’d never seen any other dog posess and as usual, your heart swells to three times it’s size just as the sight of him. You cant help but grab him in your arms and press loving kisses against the side of his furry head.

“Are you going to be a good boy while mommy’s gone?” You coo to him “I’ll be back soon, little man. Promise” after showering him with a couple more rounds of pecks you put him down and he huffs and goes to his food.

Your dog had always been more of a cat.

You decide to call a cab, figuring it was the smartest way to go. Saturday’s at Otto’s meant bottomless Margarita’s- and ladies drank free. You we’re old enough to know what Tequila did to you and you weren’t in the mood to go totaling your car after a couple drinks. So you lock up your house and hop into the back of the taxi that pulls up in front of your curb.

“Nice house” The middle aged man in the drivers seat comments as he puts the location in his GPS and you just smile and nod, abeit a little sheepishly.

“Thank you. How’s your night been so far?”

You keep up small talk with him until you get to your destination.

Otto’s Bar and Grill wasn’t on main street, but it was best bar in town. Ask anyone. Yeah there were a few others that were cool enough, but none of them possessed that…charm that Otto’s did. You could expect it to be busy and bustling on a Saturday night, so you weren’t surprised that the lot was full when you pulled in.

“Well you have a good night, Mr. Peters” You had learned the Taxi drivers name during the duration of the drive. He had three kids-and one grandbaby or so he told you.

“You call me Ray, sweetheart. And be safe out there, I bet a girl as pretty as yourself get’s into alotta’ trouble”

A little creepy and semi chauvinistic of him, but harmless. You just chuckle.

“Me? Trouble? Never” You reach into your wallet and hand him a couple of twenty’s “I think I’ve got myself, but thanks”

Otto’s looks a little dated on the outside with it’s stone work- but is bustling and full of life on the inside. It’s quirky with it’s artwork and wall of license plates, but still modern enough to keep people coming back. The large, lit up bar is at the center- Pool tables line the back, sunken in area- booths and tables where you can eat litter the other side.

You slink through the crowds of faces, some familiar, some not so much, as you look for your friends. You spot them, circled around one of the booths in the back.
“Hey hookers” You greet as you get to them and your welcomed with “Hey bitch”’s and “Wow, look who finally decided to join us”

You roll your eyes as their constant teasing and take your seat, scooching into the booth next to them.

There’s Courtney, Robin, Meridith and Vanessa.

Just like there always had been.

The five of you had been inseparable since- well always. Throughout middle school and then high school- and then all the years after that. You knew you lucked out in the girl friend department; because even if they were huge pains in your ass you loved them dearly.

“We ordered those buffalo wings you like” Robin informs me and I grin.

“Thanks, Tweet(a nickname you’d had for her forever) I feel so loved”

“And a round of shots!” Vanessa grins as the waiter comes and drops off tons of little glass shot glasses full of clear liquid. Vanessa takes it upon herself to dibby them out and while everyone else get’s one, you get three.

“Hey!” you protest but she just snorts.

“You’re fault you we’re late”

“Yeah, now you’ve gotta play catch up” Courtney sing songs and you sigh and throw the first one back, breathing through your nose at the burn.

“When you guys have to carry my ass out of this place, remember this moment” you chide as you such on a lime.

“Okay weakest link” Meredith teases you “Like you cant handle a couple tequila shots. Learn how to hold your liquor already” She was nursing a half drinken margarita that you knew probably wasn’t her first.

She’d always been such a lush. Now she was a lush with two kids.

“Do you remember that time she blacked out after she chugged those Mad Dog 20/20’s ?” Courtney recalls and you laugh, even though the memory of you puking through your nose at a party sophomore year isn’t a pleasant one.

You glower playfully at them, but down the second shot anyway.

And now, since your “caught up” enough, you can toast.

“To getting old with the best group of hard working bitches I’ve ever known” You declare as you hold up the glass.

“Okay, you’re the youngest out of all of us, shut up” Robin rolls her eyes but clinks her shot with everyone else’s anyway.

“Clit sisters for life” you all cheer before draining your glasses. It’d been a joke that had stuck on, and was now what you guys liked to call yourselves. The title of your group chat’s and everything.

“Let’s get drunk!…Because I only have the sitter until eleven and she’s going to be pissed if I get home late again” That’s one comes from Meredith and you shake your head.

“Come on Lance mom said she’d watch the girls” Brooklyn urges him as he lounges on the living room couch. He’d already had a long day- fixed the garbage disposal, then ran more errands then should be humanly possible. The only highlight of his day was that blow job he’d gotten from that girl at the hardware store.

Lance cant help but smirk at the thought. He hadn’t even really tried- just a couple of suggestive, flirty comments. She’d been all too willing- “You’re Lance Tucker, right? Like Olympic Lance Tucker? Wow, like, can I suck your dick?”

Well- maybe it hadn’t gotten exactly like that, but pretty much, that’s what he’d heard.

“No, I hate Otto’s” Lance shrugs off his older sister, fingering through a Men’s Health magazine idly.

“That’s a bunch of bullshit, since when do you hate Otto’s?”

Christ. She could be so annoying sometimes.


Brooklyn just dug, and dug and dug. Until eventually he’d break and spill. What he knew he was going to end up spilling to her if she kept prodding was that he didn’t want to go to Otto’s because it was a Saturday night and the whole town was probably there. And yeah he could face a couple of people at a time, but all of them? He winces at the thought. He had zero desire to go sit and explain why he was back living at his moms.

Not that he owed anyone explanations. It was none of their fucking business.

“I’m just not in the mood”

“Okay, you do realize that you’re the younger sibling in this equation, right?” Brooklyn starts, she pretends she doesn’t know exactly why he doesn’t want to go “Plus, I’m sure there’ll be some unsuspecting girls there for you to prey on” She waggles her eyes and he crinkles his nose. Because she’s not going to give up, is she?

“C'mon. You know I never get to go out, and we have gone out together since you got back!” His sister, freshly divorced, really didn’t go out much. Between a full time job and single motherhood, she was pretty slammed for time. And he knew she would guilt trip him for the next month if he didn’t go with her.

“Fine” he grumbles.

“What was that?”

“I said fucking fine, okay?” He laughs and pushes her shoulder as he gets up to get ready.

He and Brooklyn had always been close. It was pathetic and Lance would NEVER admit to it, but growing up she had always been his best friend. While everyone else saw him as “Lance the mother fucker Tucker”, he’d just always been Lance to him. She’d smoked his first joint with him, she’d gone to almost all of his meets- and she reminded him that he was in fact a human being and not the “borg” he’d been programed to think he was.

So he get’s changed and lets her drag him to Otto’s.

He has that look on his face as he walks in, the stuck up one. His face is screwed up at the smell of cigarette smoke and the bustling bodies that pack the place. It’s not that its busy, nah, he’d always preferred loud and busy- it gave him the space to think.

But it’s the people in the bar that unease him. People he hadn’t seen in years. People who’d cheered for him and their little town during the Olympics. People wh-

“Hey” Brooklyn looks up at her younger brother, squeezing his bicep just for a moment. “Let’s go get some drinks? I’m thinking clear liquor for the night. Last time I drank Hennesy I made some fucked up life decisions”

“You’re paying since you forced me here”


“Free loader” He pokes back, but follows her to the bar anyway.

It’s not the hell that he thought it was going to be-

It’s worse. The barrage of questions. The “Hey Man, haven’t seen you in forevers!” and “Welcome home Lancy boy”

He’s on his third vodka and lime- and he thinks that’s the only reason he’s still sane. Brooklyn’s driving anyway, he might as well get thrashed. Maybe he should take her advice? There we’re a couple of girls who he knew had been eyeballing him for the last hour or so he had been there but…how fucking boring.

The idea of it bored him to no end. Where was the fun in that? Lance had always hated easy. He was a gold medalist for fucks sake, he liked the challenge. He liked working for it-

And then, he hears a row of bell like laughter and he turns his head to follow the sound.

You’re standing there, across the bar with an Asian girl that he remembered. You’d hung out with her a lot in school…what was her name? Something that started with an M? Melanie?

“Meredith, oh my god, stop” he hears you say to the woman between laughs. Ah, Meredith. There it is.

Lance’s eyes take you in; from the smoky way you’ve done up your eye makeup to the way the top you have on is snug against your ample bosom. Fuck, had they always been that big? And if so- how were they that perky?

It’s how loose you look, though. That’s what really gets him. He doesn’t think he’d seen you look so…young since he’d got back into town. You and that mega watt dimpled smile you flashed him through T the entirety of his adolescence.

Brooklyn follows his line of sight wordlessly and sucks her teeth at what she finds.

“Hey, Meredith!” She calls and both of you turn in their direction. Lance wants to throttle and hug his sister- at the same time. Because yeah, he had already decided he was going to approach you, but not like this.

The two of you come over, you trailing behind your friend begrudgingly.

Why did Mer and Brooklyn’s daughters have to go to the same elementary school? Why had you gone to the bathroom with her? Ugh, you knew you should have stayed back at the table.

Brooklyn hugs Meredith shortly and then turns to you.

“Hey, Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever!” The woman then gives you a small squeeze and you hug her back, albeit awkwardly.

You had never really known Brooklyn Tucker, she had been a couple years a head of you in school and the two of you had never really ran in the same social circles(well until her and Meredith became mommy friends)

She’s always seemed nice enough though.

“Right? How have you been” you take a sip of your frozen margarita, still not addressing the elephant in the room that happened to be her brother.

“I’ve been good! Hearing a lot about you lately- the girls wont shut up about the other day at your shop. I swear, Lula begs to go back every day” Brooklyn leaves out the part where Lance had asked her casually(obviously) what you were doing with your life lately.

“They’re such good kids, please bring them back soon! Cupcakes on the me” You chuckle. If she could bring them back with OUT Lance, that would be great.

“I’ll make sure to do that” Lance breaks in at that moment. He’d been content with just looking at the way those little booties of yours made you look til then. But he figured he might as well speak up, before you ended up walking away “How are you ladies doing tonight. Y/N?”

Meredith tells him something about being great because she was actually getting to spend time with adults, and he humors her, but it’s you his attentions are really one. And all of you know that.

“I’m fine thanks. You, Lance?” Your pleasant enough.

You’d already spent more then half the night bitching with your friends, filling them in on your life and the ‘Lance Chronicles’

They’d of course had a lot to say:

“Just ignore him. Like he needs anymore attention”

“Fuck that guy”

“Wow- how is he a bigger asshole now? I didn’t think he could get any worse then High School”

But Vanessa had gone and given you the best advice, like she did a lot of the time “Don’t let it bother you, seriously don’t stew on it. It’s just who he is, and you should let that kind of negativity affect you”

She always had been the brains of the operation.

“Eh-I’m a little bored. You want to help me with that?” When you give him a dead pan look he chuckles “Play a game of pool with me”

“Mmm” Your mouth pulls tight with skeptical eyes, your not convinced.

“I’ll buy you a drink, I mean that is if you win”

“It’s ladies night, I don’t require a drink. But thanks” You sip on the margarita in your hands, giving him a challenging look.

He feels…excited. His stomach stirring at that look in your eyes.

“You scared I’ll whoop your ass- no, it’s okay. I get it. I remember how sore of a loser you are” Lance taunts and you laugh at him, at the sheer ludicrously of the words coming out of his mouth.

“Okay, HAH! Are you talking about yourself?”

“Play me and we’ll see”

Brooklyn has never seen her brother in a showdown(outside of the gym) like he is now. The way your leveling each other is amusing- but dangerous. So she does what shes always done and breaks the tension before her brother breaks himself.

“Let’s all go play? We can go steal a couple of tables from the Roth’s?” She offers and Meredith looks to you, gauging your reaction.

You sigh.

How was it Lance always managed to coherce you into hanging out with him? It’s like you could never say no…

And that’s how you end up at the pool tables. It’s not your favorite area of the bar(by far); mostly because it was where all the handsy drunk men liked to hang out, but you manage.

Playing pool with Lance is more fun then you’d thought it was going to be; the liquor continues to flow and it takes the edge off of everything. Including the man. He’s not really as annoying when your drunk, just funny. Everything he says makes you laugh because really? Had this worked for him all these years?

“Ya know if I wasn’t happy you were speaking to me again you’d be really hurting my feelings right now” he comments as he sinks in a ball. He’d thrown you into another fit of giggles after he’s tried to use another “smooth” pick up line on you.

“Puh-lease like you really cared that I was mad at you. It’s not like you even tried to say sorry” you roll your eyes at his sweet talking.

“What do you mean? I came by the shop with the girls, didn’t I?” He looks serious, his posture straightened a bit and quirk your lips.

“Yeah? And? Was that your grand apology? Conning me into talking to you by bringing your nieces in? Not cool at all by the way! You know how cute they are!” You balk at him as he leans on his arms on the ledge of the pool table.

“I thought you didn’t want an apology at all?” His eyes are daggers. You can physically feel the pain.

“I don’t” you deny, but your voice is weak. He’s strikes at very opertune moment, you being tipsy and all. You think he might be a secret mastermind.

“I’m sorry”

You have a feeling he’s saying it more for his own benefit then yours, but still. Had you ever heard him apologize to anyone before? You don’t think you had.

Lance Tucker didn’t apologize. He made his way through the world unforgivingly victorious and that’s just how it had always been.

But he was at an empass with you, and he had, had one too many cups of vodka. And you were making him laugh, just like you had back in that art class so many years ago.

“Thank you. I appreciate it” your only 40% sarcastic. Tops.

“We friends again then?”

“I mean yeah, I guess” you shrug, playing with the left over ice in your drink as you speak “Were we ever friends though? I just thought you thought of me as your art partner?”

Lance tries to ignore the sting of your words, covers it up with a harsh, cocky sounding laugh instead “Well I guess to someone like you that’s how it’d look, huh?”

“Someone like me?” You snap, trying not to get offended.

“Yeah, someone who was popular back in high school” he clarifies and you roll your eyes at it “No, I’m serious. You’ve always had a shit ton of people trailing after you. Dying to make friends with you. It was honestly so annoying. I mean look, your still friends with the same people you were twenty years ago”

“Whatever. High school was shit for me just like it was for everyone” Did he not know that you’d gone through intense ridicule just like everyone else? Popular. Scoff. The popular fat girl that was cute enough to talk to but never enough to date. “Plus what the fuck, you were like a celebrity back then!”

“Yeah, after the olympics. Before…well…I’ve never been the greatest at making and keeping friendships” he chuckles and scratches the back of his head and you hold your poolstick with both hands and look at him.

Yeah, that you’d noticed.

“Ya think” you laugh and he glares a little bit. Here he was, bleeding heart and everything and you just kept laughing at him “I’m sorry. Rude. I won’t laugh any- I’ll try not to laugh. But Lance, c'mon. You’ve got to know how big of an asshole you can be, right?”

“I’ve been told once or twice. Yes”

You bite your lips together to keep that no laughing promise.

“I just don’t see the point in pussy footing around shit like everyone else does. You want something. You say so, and then you take it” Lance informs you of the motto he’s lived by his whole life and you think it makes you seem him in a new light, maybe understand him a little better then you had before. Because the years worth of bitterness behind those words was palpable.

“Fortune favors the bold and all that?” You question and he grins broadly at you.

“Yes. Exactly” You’re getting it! He thinks. Finally.

“Look, I get that you have to go after what you want in life, I really do, but you don’t have to be so…harsh while doing it. The worlds already a fucked up enough place with out shitting on it even more” You’re not trying to insult his life motto, just trying to give him some perspective.

Perspective that he honestly doesn’t want. Not tonight at least.

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree then, huh, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I guess we will”

The game of pool has been all but abandoned during the duration of your talk. And where had Brooklyn and Mer gone? Where were was everyone?

It was just you and Lance and a sea of strangers.

“I should probably go find my friends” you chew on your bottom lip for a moment and look away from him. He can’t look away from you though, it’s like you’ve castes a spell on his drunk mind. His thoughts all swirl around you at a dizzying pace.

“Or you can play another game with me?” He suggests “I promise I’ll keep the “assholeyness” at bay”

“Is that even possible?” Your doubtful, but teasing and he grins and shrugs once.

“I mean I can try”


“Come on. Whad'a you want me to do? Beg?”

You don’t think you’d mind hearing him beg. Seeing him on his knees- you bet those blue eyes of his would look damn good staring up at you from between your legs…


No. No, no, no. You couldn’t let yourself think like that. Those were dangerous thoughts.

Brooklyn, ever the tension breaker, makes her reappearance then and Lance gives her a frigid glare. Why’d she have to fucking be so annoying all of the time?

“Hey, Meredith wanted me to tell you that she had to go home a little early. Something about her sitter and a stomach flu?” Lances sister tells you and you make a face, going to pull out your phone.

“Really? She just left? Without saying goodbye?”

“Yeah a couple of your other friends took her. They told me to tell you that Courtney’s by the bar and they love you and not to drink anymore margaritas because you know you’re a light weight and you will black out. In direct quotes” Brooklyn’s icy blue eyes are amused as she laughs and you sigh, but chuckle.

So much for girls night.

“I’m going to go find Court. I’ll see you later?” You look between the siblings and they both nod, your gaze lingers on Lance for a second, before your walking back through the sea of people in search for you last surging girlfriend.

“God damn it, Brooke” Lance hisses at his sister when your out of sight and she smirks.

“Awe, baby brudder. Did I kill your game play?” Brooklyn reaches to poke his cheek and he retches away violently “Chill out. I actually ran some Intel for you tonight”

“What? Why?” Lance tries to sound indignant but Brooklyn knows him better then that.

“Cut the shit I can tell your into her. Meredith said she’s been single for a couple years so I think you’ve got a pretty good shot. IF you quit being a dick. I remember her, you know? From school. I had a class with her, she was younger but super smart so somehow she was in my senior English class- anyway, I remember her cause she cussed this guy out in the middle of midterms. Like tore him a new asshole bad” Brooklyn chuckles “Kitty’s got claws, Lance”

Lance mulls on his sisters words. Nothing she’s saying is a shock to him, he was fully aware that you had a surprisingly nasty set of talons on you.

“She’s got one hell of a nice ass, though” Brooklyn breaks her brothers thought process. She doesn’t want him hurting himself with the strain, and he cracks a grin.

“That she does”

“She’s a little bigger then I thought you liked them. But way prettier” Brooklyn shrugs as she takes your disregarded pool stick and proceeds to whoop her little brothers ass at the game.

They don’t stick around for much longer- Lance is tired and he whines it to his older sister until she agrees that it’s time to go home. As they step out into the chilly, spring night air Lance shoves his hands into the pockets of the bomber he has on.

Fuck, how he misses Southern California weather already. He didn’t even want to think about what the winter would be like.

He’s not paying attention to anything, really. Except getting to his sisters Lexus- that is until he sees you. Standing with your arms crossed over your chest on the curb. You look irate, and he thinks the group of drunk men that have just passed you probably has something to do with it.

“Hey-” Lance starts but Brooklyn cuts him off.

“Yeah, I see her. Go talk to her. I was going to smoke anyway”

You look up as Lance approaches you, giving him a small smile.

“What are you doing out here?” Alone? He wonders.

“Waiting for a cab” you answer simply.

“Where’re your friends?”

“Well most of them went home when they took Mer. Courtney wanted to stay longer since her boyfriend got here and I wasn’t in the mood to third wheel them for the rest of the night…plus I miss my dog” you explain the situation shortly to him, crossing your arms tighter when there’s a short gust of wind.

Lance’s mouth quirks to the side for a moment as he deliberates.

“Come on. We’ll take you home”

“No, it’s cool. I already called a cab”

“Gross” he clucks his tongue “You want some creep to drive you home at 1 in the morning?”

“No I don’t. Which is why I’m not going with you” you laugh at his persistence, you really weren’t going to be able to shrugs him off, were you?

“Mean. Brooklyn’s actually a really nice lady. I know she can come on a little strong-” he jokes and you bark in laughter “But in all seriousness, I’m not going to let you take a cab. So let’s go, yeah? It’s cold as balls out here”

You stare at him, really intently. Your eyes taking everything about him in. From the gelled back way he styled his hair to dark jeans he wore low on his hips. Lance, of course, thought you were checking him out and the arrogance rolled off him in waves.

You weren’t though…you were looking for something you know you wouldn’t find. Not in him.

Which is why you knew your next words were so stupid.


Part Five


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Okay but how’d you guys like this one? I know there were a lot of new characters introduced, but I wanted to make it clear that Y/N’s has like deep friendships, and I didn’t think I could leave them nameless and establish that. What do you guys think of Brooklyn? She’s maybe one of my personal favorite characters in this story. I just love writing her.

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i’m just like???? gay for rocky constantly and somehow i have followers???????? what? anyway!! y’all feel free to drop by my inbox or like leave me a message or something! i’m nice i swear lol, not to best at holding a conversation but i’m still friendly hah,,, talk to me about jincha, myungha and MOONROCK omg also i love hotshot…… theyre very….. important to me… and topp dogg ;; i miss them… i hope that pic at the top isnt an eyesore, obviously graphic design is my passion lmao

So I literally just started a new game in sims 3 with no cc, went into edit town put down a house, went into the house, changed the layout abit and clicked to go back into edit town and it STILL freezes, any ideas on a fix???? I’ve tried a new save, removing cc etc please help i literally cant play my game!

Enlightened by your love pt. 2

Grant smiled, and melted onto Candice’s shoulder. Before he knew it, they were landing at sdcc. 

“Grant…Grant wake up!” Candice said. Carlos and the others laughed at the sight of grant asleep on Candice. 

“Look’s like someone is a sleepy head” Stephen said moving forward. 

Candice smiled and shook him softly, and he moved closer to her chest and smirked. 

“I am too comfortable candi” he said pretending to sleep longer. 

“I am gonna move, come on grant” she laughed and tickled him. 

“god Candice” he laughed and tried to tickle her back when he noticed her outfit at the top started to show more of her…boobs. He tried to hold back his feelings, in fear one of them may end up in his mouth, and instead warned her. 

“Uh…Candice…” he pointed and Candice smirked. 


“Can I..may I? its just-”

“You can fix it, since I cant quiet see from my view”

He swallowed and moved his hands and fixed her shirt. meanwhile Carlos had the larges WTF face and tried to keep moving. 

“Thank you grant” she said smiling. he smiled as well and helped her up. 

“Your very welcome Ms. Patton” he slowly moved her out the jet, still holding her hand. Candice did not realize they were holding hands since it was so natural until Todd looked at them. 

“Hurry UP!” eh shouted gesturing his hands forward. the two ran to catch up, still holding each others hand and a suitcase. 

“ready?” Grant asked. 



They were all seated and Leanne was about to began the interview. 

“And now we have the Cast of The Flash!! welcome, its …Barry Grant”

Grant laughed on Candice’s shoulder and moved back up. “Yeah, I am grant, and barry is in the speed force.” he said smirking. 

Candice smiled, and listened while the others talked. Soon enough she felt his head back on her shoulder. 

“i’m blocking him” he said smiling. Candice looked up, she knew exactly what he was doing. 

“It’s okay” she said moving him back up. the two smiled. 

“That was nice of you grant, just kinda…haha” the interview said trying to hold her laugh. 

“Yeah, I suddenly felt my torso was long” he said. Carlos looked at him. 

“Suddenly?” Carlos said, urging himself not to laugh. he laughed…

Later on, grant tried to find new ways to get closer to her, it got to a point where he finally could and then-

“I know, not me..barry, its. a divine-” Grant wrapped his arm around Candice, and moved his head back where he wanted. Her. 

Candice smiled trying not to blush, as she attempted to push away the butterflies her got. Carlos starred in utter shock as he watched it play out. 

‘Oh god, I have to move before one of her boobs end up in my mouth’ Grant thought. ‘Oh gosh…I think I might’ he tried to keep himself from doing something strange. 

Candice noticed how he slowly moved towards the opening of her top shirt and began to worry. ‘oh god grant don’t do it..at least now’. she thought. 

Tom, and Carlos, along with todd looked at each other. Gosh this was painfully long. 

“Well, grant I hope you feel better!” Carlos smacked the hell out of grants hand and moved it. 

“Thank you Carlos”  he said. He looked at Candice and she looked away. 

Oh god, I hope I did not mess things up. 


As they were walking out of the room Candice still was quiet. 

“Candice, can I talk to you?” he begged pulling her arm. 

she nodded and the two went to a quiet corner. the others saw and sighed. damn.

“Look, I am so sorry, I don’t want this to-”

“I love you too” she said. he stopped talking and his mouth dropped open. 

“wait what?” he asked.

“Oh, um? I was just-”

“I love you too Candice” the two smiled. 

“wait, so, you like, want to be together?” she asked. Grant did a large punch in the air whispering yes. 

“Oh, okay, so now what?” she asked. 

“Oh…well, we have already done it all, you know, with barry and iris”

“true, but grant, I wanted to say-”

Todd called them back. “times up!”

grant smiled. “well, we do have a lunch break in the hotel in 3 hours, so…”

Candice smiled, and stepped closer. “I really want to kiss you right now” he smiled and almost leaned down before tom came between them and said;

“ YO!” the two jumped and walked towards the rest of the cast. 



should I keep writing?


Guess who! @cosmiipu! (I rhymed yess *finger guns*)

Love your lil mint sona, I just had to draw them! (Tried to finish this yesterday, so I could sent it to you to try and help when you were getting all those rough anons… but better late than never!)

I hope you like it aaaa (edit: I FORGOT EYEBROWS WHOOPS fixed it. Also added a closup wink wonk)

i fucking hate myself and how i smile or laugh at wrong fucking times

someone dies, i smile i cant physically help it

something shitty happens to me, i might smile or laugh

someone calls me out, i might smirk

i cant fucking help it physically or mentally no mi not happy no it isnt genuine it isnt helpable i am not fucking capable of controlling it i fucking hate my brain

someone just died and while telling my mom the bad news i swear to God i tried so fucking hard to crontorl it but i smield and she said whats so funny why are you smilng and i said nothing but i cant help it even my therapist said its okay nd itd normal but i hate myself for it and i wish i coudl fix it but i cant i fucking hate mself

Her First Footsteps

Jon dripped the melted wax onto the dry parchment and pressed one of the roses that he had picked from the castle godswood before backing up and looking at his work. A wide piece of parchment bordered by rose petals, orange autumn leaves, and flowers waxed to the sides. In the middle of the page, a rough sketch was drawn by the stumbling hand of a six year old. A tall boy with curly hair and a baby wrapped in a blanket, a hand peeking out to join the elder boy’s, arrows pointed out of the figures stating ‘Jon’ and 'Aya’ and bellow the sketch in wide and yet shaky letters were written ‘I lov you’.

Jon was very proud of himself. He had even drawn little hearts and stars all over the page in different colored inks- he had asked father to borrow them from Measter Luwin as he still was too much frightened by the strange elder man. He knew his baby sister liked colors. Especially bright different ones like blue and green and purple. He also knew she liked flowers. She liked stars in the night sky that she could see through her crib and out the open window. And she liked crème pies as well, and lemons though she made strange faces when she sucked at them which made father laugh, she liked smashing blueberries and covering her face with them, and she loved taking baths, especially the splashing part. He knew everything about her.

It wasn’t her name day or anything. That didn’t come for months. But he made her a present anyway. Because he loved her. Father often bought him presents just because he loved him. Father had said that he did so so Jon could always remember that Father loved him. He wanted his sister to remember he loved her as well. He had been working on it for weeks, making sure it was pretty enough that she would like it. That she liked it much better than the present Robb had gotten her.

A few weeks ago, Lady Catelyn and Septa Mordane had taken Robb, and Theon and him and even little Sansa to Winter Town to get new cloths and boots and coats as well. They took them every other month, though Jon didn’t know why. He had a lot of coats and cloths that were nice and cozy and he had still to wear his funny big red boots Lady Catelyn had allowed him to buy alongside Robb on their last visit. But he liked going to Winter Town. It was loud and noisy and had so many people, and they get to ride in the big carriage and look out the window at the tiny shops. And afterwards, they got to eat fire-roasted corn and warm almond milk with honey.

That day had been warmer than usual, and the mist that usually hung above the crooked Winter Town streets had faded away during the night. The usually frozen water fountain, that stood tall in the town center, had defrosted and glittering waters sprinkled out of it into the pool bellow in short bursts. Lady Catelyn had said it was because the fountain had been frozen for such a long time, it had grown rusty. They had all been sitting by the fountain side, him and Robb and Theon while Lady Catelyn, Sansa, and all her handmaidens stood a few feet away, by a bench and where the carriage stood, going through all the items they had bought.

Theon had told them that down in the Iron Islands, there were a lot of fountains like these all over the place, tall and ancient, of ironborn heroes of old, ships, krakens, sea monsters, and the drowned god and storm god engaging in battle. And how his own mother had once told him that if you make a wish and thrown a coin over your shoulder into the fountain, than your wish would come true. Jon didn’t really believe that. He was older now. Six years old, almost seven, he knew fountains didn’t make wishes come true, stars did, or the old gods of godswood; father had said so but Robb thought it will be fun anyway. So Lady Catelyn had given each three of them a handful of coins, and they had spent the next few hours making a game out of it. You had to stand three feet away from the fountain and throw the coin into the fountain. If you made it, the other two had to give you two extra coins so you get two extra wishes and if you didn’t, you had to give a coin to each of them.

Half-way through their game, while they were counting how many coins they had gotten into the fountain in total, Robb had gasped beside him. Jon stared at him confused as he clambered up and ran to Lady Catelyn. Both he and Theon look after him as he tugged at his mother’s dress. ‘Mother,’ Robb said. ‘We forgot to buy something for the baby.’

Lady Catelyn smiled. ‘I bought her clothes already, dear. She doesn’t need more yet.’

‘But wont she be upset, mother? We didn’t even bring her with us. Shouldn’t we at least get her something, like a present?’

‘I am sure she won’t mind not coming. She doesn’t like noisy places, and she is too small to be outside for too long.’

‘I want to get her something anyway.’ Robb argued. Lady Catelyn ruffled his hair. She never ruffled Jon’s hair. Jon wished she did. He loved it when father did it before putting him to sleep and kissing him goodnight.

‘Of course.’ She kissed Robb’s forehead before opening her pouch and handing him a few coins. ‘Go get her anything you like.’

Robb smiled and ran to some shop nearby, with two of Lady Catelyn handmaiden’s following close behind. He had stared at Lady Catelyn after Robb had skipped off and Lady Catelyn had glanced back at him for a moment before turning away. He wished he had thought of that, getting the baby a present. He knew if he went up to Lady Catelyn right now and asked permission to buy the baby a present as well, she would have given him the money without question. But he didn’t. He didn’t like the way she looked at him sometimes. It wasn’t in a mean way, not really, not like how the Septa would sometimes look at him. She would always just stare at him for a moment too long, her gaze hard and cold, and slightly confused before turning her gaze away.

Robb had gotten her a rattle. It was wooden, and round with flowers painted all over it, and there was a bow and flowers carved delicately in the handle. Arya had loved when they gone back to the castle and Robb had given it to her. She had gurgled at it as Robb had placed it beside her, inside her crib. She had stared at for a moment, making noises and poking her tongue out before grabbing the rattle into her little baby fist.  She didn’t it let go for days afterward. She rang it when she fed, and when she took her bath, she rang it awake, and sometimes even in her sleep. Until a few days ago, that is.

She had been in her crib with Lady Catelyn cooing at her from above, holding her rattle and swinging it around like a knight with a sword. She had been holding it above her when her grip had loosened and the rattle landed straight at her head. Jon remembered him and Robb and Lady Catelyn waiting for a moment as she stopped gurgling for a moment, shocked into silence, before her eyes teared up and for the next hour or so, all he could hear was her loud screeches as Lady Catelyn walked her around her room in her arms, trying to calm her down. She hadn’t stopped crying until Father had to be called, and she had fallen asleep in his arms. She never touched the rattle again.

Jon thought it will be nice if she got a new present, a nicer one that didn’t hurt. He could ask Lady Catelyn to hang it on the wall of her room so she could always see as she lay in her crib. Than she would knew he loved her best, and she would love him too, like how father did.

Jon quickly blew off the burner under the jar of candle wax and put his ink and quills aside. He blew away the extra rose petals and crumbled leaves off the chart and quickly ran out of his room, his present clutched tight in his hand. He knew she won’t be in her nursery. Lady Catelyn usually took her to the Small Hall at this time in the afternoon, so she could play with Father and little Sansa while they had afternoon tea. He quickly ran down the grand stair case and past the hallway on the left and turned at the second right hallway that leads straight to the Small Hall.

As he neared the door, he slowed down and suddenly stopped a few feet away from the doors. He grew nervous. He held the paper in front of him, uncertain now. It wasn’t really nice. Not as nice as the rattle anyway. Part of the parchment where he had held tightly was crumbled a bit, and now that he looked at it, the drawing was pretty stupid. The blanket he had drawn her in made her look like she was an egg and the hands he had drawn looked more like claws than hands. Maybe they would frighten her too much, and she would start crying like she did with the rattle.

Past the door, he could hear Fathers deep throat laughter and Arya’s gurgling and loud squeaking noises she had learned to make whenever she got excited. Jon hid the paper behind his back and peeked through the ajar door. Arya was placed in Lady Catelyn lap and Father was standing above her, holding Arya by the arms, trying to get her to stand up but Arya only squeaked loudly and planted herself down harder into Lady Catelyn’s lap. Sansa was beside them dressed in her night gown and her hair in pigtails with her dolly clutched in her hand, jumping up and down and cheering Arya on.

Jon nudged himself closer to the door, eager to watch. Father tried to lift her to her feet but every single time he did it, she dropped to a crawl and cuddled back into Lady Catelyn’s lap, making her laugh. Father kept trying anyway, cooing at her to stand up. The third time, she stood for a whole ten seconds before dropping herself again, and crawling away.

Jon grinned, excited and poked his head through the opening. Nobody noticed, with everyone’s eyes fixed on Arya as she shrieked and cuddled away into her mothers dress, away from father’s outreaching arms. Arya shook her head, her soft baby curls whipping in the air, and wrung out her hands that she had fixed into fists as father tried to grab them. Father laughed again. ‘Come on, sweet girl. Come to father. Come on.’

Arya shook her head and gurgled, yapping her mouth as if she was having an actual argument with father. Jon had by now stepped through the door and stood beside it, paper still clutched in his hand, half-forgotten. Father was nodding to Arya, playing along as if he understood a word she was saying.

Jon giggled and sat down on the floor by the door. Father grabbed Arya by the fist and pulled so she would stand up. He than pulled her forward, trying to make her move her feet. She did it this time, moving one foot over the other, trembling and clumsy but determined. Sansa cheered and clapped her hands.  

Father slid back, trying to distance himself so she would walk a little more. He still held her by the hand, helping her move along, slowly and gently toward him. At the last two steps, she dived forward and into his arms, shrieking once more. Father gave out another laugh and hugged her close. ‘Well done. Aren’t you a smart little girl?’

Father placed Arya back into her mother’s arms. Jon crawled forward to get a better view. Father got back into place, a few feet away and got her to stand up. She stood eagerly this time, clutching her tiny little fingers around father’s own large ones. Father moved a bit farther away still, pulling her forward towards him. Every time she got closer, he moved a bit farther away, willing her to walk almost across the whole room. Halfway through the third time when he shifted back, she caught on to his tricks and planted herself down and gurgled, slapping her hands on to the carpeted floor.  Father groaned. ‘Come on, Arya. You have almost done it. Get up now. Go on.’

Lady Catelyn joined him on in the cooing but Arya had made up her mind. She slapped her hands to the floor and began to crawl away. Just then, she caught sight of Jon, and began to crawl towards him. Jon laid down his drawing beside him, and opened up his arms towards her. Father turned around, and smiled at him. Lady Catelyn’s laughter had quickly faded away and was replaced with a weak smile.

Father got up from the floor, and dusted of his pants, giving up on trying to make Arya walk anymore today. Arya crawled forward quickly, and just then, tried to stumbled up clumsily onto her feet. She fell down and landed on her behind. Jon was worried she would start crying but she only tried to get up, slowly now, reaching out with her arms.

Father gave a chuckled gasped and moved quickly behind her in case she fell down again. Arya stood for a moment, tried to find some balance on her trembling feet. Then she moved one leg forward, Jon looking on excitedly, and then another. Father cheered and said. ‘Quick Jon, crawl up a bit closer. Go on.’

Jon did eagerly what father asked, giggling and still reaching out his arms towards Arya. ‘Come here, Arya. Come to Jon, come on.’

Arya than placed another foot in front of the other, and than another. Father kept pace with her baby steps. Sansa quickly raced towards them, eager to look and clap her hands in excitement. Arya moved forward slowly and slowly, one foot after another. On one step, she trembled slightly, and Jon thought she would fall down but she kept moving forward. Before he knew it, she got to him and dived into his arms, her tiny arms clutched around his neck. Jon laughed and hugged her close.

Father laughed and picked Arya from his arms, planted a kiss on her nose before handing her back to him. ‘Her first steps, at 8 months. This one is a quick learner. ‘He said turning to Lady Catelyn, who still stood in her spot. Sansa was hugging her father’s leg, begging to be kissed as well.

Jon turned back to Arya in his arms, and hugged her close. He kissed her chubby cheeks as she grabbed at his curls, and turned behind to pick up the drawing he had left on the floor. He placed her in his lap and showed it to her. ‘Do you like it, Arya?’ He said, looking at her. She turned toward him, looking up at him, with dark grey eyes, just like Father’s, just like his.

Saliva dripped down her chin, as she poked out her tongue. She patted her hand against his cheek and grabbed his hair in her fist and than placed it in her mouth. Jon giggled and kissed her once more. ‘That’s me.’ He said, pointing to the tall figure with his brown curly hair and big red boots and then he pointed towards the baby he had drawn. ‘And that’s you. See.’

She slapped her hands on to the drawing, eager to touch it and the bright flowers that were stacked on it. Father kneeled beside him, and pulled Arya into his arms. He pointed to the drawing. ‘Now, what’s that?’

Jon pushed it towards him eagerly. ‘It’s a drawing. I made it for Arya, as a present. Do you like it?’

Father picked up the drawing and held it before him, his eyes serious as he glanced over it. He nodded. ‘This is fine work. A good present for a little sister.’ He smiled towards Jon.

Jon grinned. ‘I made it so we could hang it her room, so she could look at it all the time, when she is in her crib. Do you think we could? Hang it on her wall, I mean.’

Father nodded. ‘I think we could. What do you think, Cat?’ He turned toward Lady Catelyn. Jon looked as well. Her smile had completely faded away and she only gave a nod to father.

‘I will ask Measter Luwin to have it framed.’

Jon smiled widely. ‘Thank you, my lady.’

Lady Catelyn gave him a weak smile, though her eyes were cold as usual. ‘Of course.’ She picked up Arya from father’s arms. ‘The baby must be tired. That’s a lot of exercise for a day. I better put her to sleep.’

She walked out of the room, Sansa trailing beside her, dragging her dolly at her feet. She had forgotten his drawing behind. His father glanced at it, than at the place where Lady Catelyn had stood. He than picked up the drawing and got up, pulling Jon up to his feet.

Father ruffled his hair. A strange smile was on his face, sorry and sad. ‘Come on, we better go give it to Measter Luwin so he can have it framed. I don’t think Arya would be able to go to sleep tonight without it.’

Jon nodded, and walked beside his father. He knew Lady Catelyn wasn’t happy. He didn’t know how he knew, he just did. It sort of made him sad, he supposed. It would have been nice if she had been happy and ruffled his hair and kissed him like she did with Robb. But it was alright. He had father. And besides, Arya had liked his present, and in return he had gotten the best present in return. Something Robb won’t be able to have. Something that was just for him. His sister’s first footsteps.


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- Jiutóu Cosplay Progress -

IT IS DONE!!!! AAAAAA ;____; <3 <3 My Jiutóu cosplay is actually done! And this is the first time I tried everything on together, and it all fits perfectly, I don’t have to fix or adjust anything! I’m so happy ;A;
(reason I’m just wearing one of the gloves is bc I started out taking selfies, but the cosplay is so big I couldn’t frame everything, so my sister had to help me out >w< )
Just have to make the Quandao now, but that wont take long. And the photoshoot for this is scheduled some time next week ^-^
Cant wait to get to cosplay this incredible character!<3 <3 I love High Rollers so much ;w; <3  And when my friends Elora cosplay is done, we are gonna have another photoshoot together as well <3

anonymous asked:

[pt.3] Ross is trying to calm Holly down after her hair turned to snakes. Now she can't take care of her birds because the snakes snap and try to eat them. Ross is trying to do like what Barry did and cuddle her until she feels better. Kevin and Mark and well... I think you can guess what happened to Jon and jack


Dan and Barry go to see Suzy and Arin first because Barry is like, “I need my best buds right now. LOOK AT THESE WINGS i can barely drag myself across the street.” They get there and Suzys like “Were in the bathroom, come look at this!!” And Dan stops right in his tracks bc Arin…is a siren???? Hes got the gills, the fins, the PINK TAIL DUDE YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!! And Suzys just beaming like omg dude it totally suits you. Arin just sits there silent because hes not used to the attention and hes in water against his will and his tail feels so so weird, hes just a little outside his comfort zone at the moment.

And Arin suddenly notices that Dan…is not Dan…hes A CAT. And he starts swishing in the tub in a futile attempt to reach out and touch him. “DUDE, a snow leopard, that totally fits you dude haha COME HERE i wanna pet you!!” Dan scoffs at him, but leans in close so Arin can pet the top of his head. “Dude, ur still skinny as fuck how do you manage that?

Suzy and Barry are sitting down on the floor because goddamn these wings are too fucking heavy and just thinking about moving makes them tired.

Holly and Ross eventually come over and Suzy is so shocked to see the snakes on her head. They dont see friendly either as the ones facing Ross are constantly hissing and snapping at him while he winces and whines. “Suzy, youre good at this.” He carefully gets behind Holly and pushes her towards Suzy. “Fix this. The hair situation, i mean.” And while hes talking to Suzy, Barry is staring at ross because “Dude, what the hell are you?? Your neck…is really fucking long, like a ferret maybe??” and Ross is like “THATS WHAT IT WAS dude i could not figure out what the fuck i turned into. Ive seen them before! I just couldnt put two and two together.” Hes around Arin and Dannys height and hes currently wearing a tank so you can see how fuckin weird lookin his neck is haha. and his arms are long too. Barry goes to reach out and touch him and hes really soft too. Barry looks around the bathroom confused:

“This is strange. Bodyswaps are never a good thing…” Ross butts in to correct him. “I dont think is body swapping, its more like, a species-swap? or at the very least, a harmless transformation spell.” Suzy pouts. “A spell? This is a really strong spell dont you think. And from what I can guess, this all happened at once, in the middle of the night.” She looks at Arin, sitting in the tub still feeling a tad uncomfortable. “Id hardly call it harmless either, Arin started choking, he couldnt breathe in his sleep. I had to carry him to the bathroom to give him some water, that was really scary…” Ross sits there for awhile before deciding nothing was being explained properly and theres only one other person he can trust to have some sort of answer.

“Thats it, im calling Brian.”

Meanwhile Mark is trying to calm down a hysterical, transformed Eldritch!Jack while calling Arin and Suzy. He cant even get to his fucking contacts because Jack keeps texting him “Whats Happening?” and “Mark im scared.” over and over again. He has to assure him that “We’ll figure this out with the others, but in order for me to ask for help, you have to calm down so I can make this call okay??” and just like that, he phone stops going off the hook and instead theres just one message on his phone. From Jack. “Okay, I trust you.” and Mark feels like absolute shit, Jack is too sweet for this nonsense. He cant transform like Jack can, it feels too foreign to him, so he tries to hug him and tell him without words that theyre gonna fix this.

anonymous asked:

Hi, i really love your art and i've been wondering how you color you drawings and what program you use. I hope you have a nice day!

thank you very much sweet anon! well the program i use and so are in this post ;3 and about the painting process

well i wish i could make a speedpaint, but my commputer is trash and cant run things like screen capturing programs (thats the reason i cant make livestreams either hahaha;;)

but hey! i drew you a small process thing!

Lately i draw and color on the same layer, i rearely do linearts anymore so…. yeah

Tool i use to color:

Number 1: I sketch what i want to draw very fast, just some doodle to guide me in the pose or whatever im gonna draw (i dont draw good poses but.. you get the idea)

Number 2: I give the sketch some details, to know where stuff is supposed to be

Number 3: I start coloring the face/skin because…. i just have fun coloring faces. Now, i cover some details but those will be fixed when i finish setting up the colors

Number 4: Define again some borders, put some shades and color the details, just as eyes, mouth, nose and go for hair next

Number 5: Finished product, as you can see the face changed a lot from 4 to 5 hahaha,  this is the reason i like to color in one layer, i feel is easier to fix or change things and it feels a little more natural i guess¿ Now, the problem of this is that i never get what i want to draw.. like i cant draw the same character exactly two times because i dunno, i suck hahaha

i hope this helps¿ or maybe you asked out of pure curiosity¿ well uhh… im sorry i dont really know what i do i just.. do it so i tried my best to explain uhh.. things ;; also sorry for my terrible english

anonymous asked:

What if that "broken machine" in Sans's lab IS the time machine. They worked on it together, and when Gaster used it, he died. Remember that "fell" has multiple meanings. If someone has fallen, they may have died. "Name the FALLEN human". The one who died. Gaster died just like you said in your theory and either the machine broke or Sans broke it out of frustration. He's always wanted to bring Gaster back but cant bring himself to do it in case the same thing happens to him

I definitely think the machine is Gaster’s machine. Looking at this tweet from Toby…

…I think it’s likely that Sans tried to fix the machine himself, then got Alphys’ help. But neither of them could do it.

Derek Hale Imagine: "Saving You" Pt. 1

Derek Hale Imagine: “Saving You” Pt. 1


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Rating: V

            I slowly woke hearing the beeping machines and felt the oxygen machine hooked up to my nose. I gasped trying to take it off. A machine beeped loudly and I heard the door open. Suddenly nurses surrounded me and began talking quickly. Everything was moving quickly and I could hardly make anything out. They must have given me some medicine because I fell back to sleep quickly.

            When I woke up, I felt heavy; I wanted to roll over and sleep. I tried to move but couldn’t. I looked around making sure nothing was on me, there wasn’t anything. I tried to move again and my legs didn’t move. ‘What’s wrong with my legs’ I thought to myself; ‘Maybe it’s the medicine they have me on.’ I sighed and pressed the button for the nurse. When she came in, she held the door open for some people. I gasped alittle biting my bruised lip. Derek, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Allison, Isaac and Liam all piled into the room. “Uh, you all can’t stay to long, she needs her rest.” The nurse said. “I was wondering if the medicine I’m on has affected me in any way. I can’t feel my legs.” I said staring at her. She swallowed and looked down. “I’ll go get the doctor” she said quickly moving out of the room. I felt movement toward the left side of my bed and I turned to see Derek standing there. “What happened?” he said quietly. I felt the tears sting as I thought back to that night. “Uh, I had come home from your place, and Thomas was there. He started yelling at me and that’s when the hitting started.”

            I felt the tears sting my eyes and laid my head back against the pillows. Derek looked at everyone and then to the door. “Out” he growled alittle. I looked at them and thanked them for coming out and for the flowers they had sent. Derek looked up as the doctor came in; “Ms. Y/L/N, we ran some scans when you came in. We found that your spine was broken toward your lower back, you’ve been paralyzed from the waist down.” He said. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back I let the tears fall out of the corner of my eyes. “The police want to know if you would like to press charges.” I shook my head. “Just please leave…” I mumbled. Derek sat quietly beside me, after the door closed the room was silent for a few minutes. There was a shuffling and Derek’s hand found mine. “I’m paralyzed…I’m never going to be able to walk again, or run, or drive. I wont even be able to have…” I broke down sobbing. Being with Thomas and all the abuse I had suffered some major blows to my lower abdomen. I knew I probably wouldn’t have children, but I still wanted them. Derek moved me over in the bed and pulled me into his chest as he laid down. “Shh Shh, its alright. Listen, you can come stay at my loft and we’ll figure something out okay?” he mumbled. I sobbed and cried for what felt like hours. My sobs died down and I fell asleep against Derek’s chest. When I woke, he was standing at the foot of the bed signing some papers with the doctor.

            Derek smiled at me as I woke up; “Hey! You get to come home now” he said handing the clip board back to the doctor. I sat up and used my hands to pull my body upward. “okay” I mumbled; Derek helped me get dressed and carried me out. “Sir, you know you can use a wheel chair right?” the doctor said behind him. Derek turned and smiled at him. “Ive got it, thanks” with that he turned and left the hospital. “Don’t worry, were gonna get you home and taken care of okay?” he placed me in the car and got in speeding toward his loft. Once we got there, he took me inside and laid me on his bed. “Derek, Thank you” I said looking up at him. He smiled stroking my face. “Your welcome, now Ill be right back okay? Scott should be over any minute to help you” he placed a kiss on my forehead and left. My heart fluttered and I felt like I was on a cloud. It was no secret I was in love with Derek, that’s one reason Thomas beat on me, because I was hanging out with Derek. I heard my phone ringing and I tried to reach it but it was to far. I pushed alittle more and ended up falling on the floor. I tried to get up and couldn’t. I started crying, what good was I anymore.

            It was dark by the time Derek got back, Scott never showed and I just laid on the cool concrete floor. I heard Derek open the loft door and suddenly felt him beside me lifting me up. “Where is Scott?” He growled, I shivered in his arms and shook my head. “He never showed” I said curling into his chest. I held onto his shirt as he laid me back on the bed. “stay with me…” I mumbled staring at him. He laid down and pulled me to him. We laid in the silence for a while when I looked at Derek. “Thank you for helping me and taking care of me Derek” he smiled down at me. “You’re welcome. Now get some sleep Ill be here in the morning” he whispered into my neck. I curled into him falling asleep.

            When I woke up, I was in bed alone. I tried to move around when Derek came around the corner and helped me sit up. “Good morning” he said smiling. I only nodded staring at the bed. “Morning” I mumbled. This continued the rest of the day, and one day soon turned into a few weeks. Derek stood off to the side with Scott as I lay sleeping in bed one night. “She’s getting worse, more and more depressed. I’m going to talk to her about turning her” he said to Scott. “It would fix this…I cant see her go through this anymore. I love her Scott. I hate seeing her practically killing herself.” He said, Scott sighed and nodded. “If you think you’ve got enough alpha power left in you, then I say go for it, If she wants it.” With that Scott left leaving Derek to think about his decisions.  

anonymous asked:

How about a headcannon where the rfa babes find out that MC came from an emotionally abusive home but they find out after they meet her parents because it slipped out??? Does that make sense??

I just changed this slightly to MC telling the rfa about it instead like after she got home hope you don’t mind~


  • fricken baby had no clue what to do
  • you clung to him crying, barely explaining through sobs why you were crying
  • he tensed up, but didn’t speak
  • he simply wrapped his arms around you and listened


  • “do you want to talk to a therapist?” 
  • she thoguht that was the most logical answer to give
  • she had no clue about how you felt or if you had depression or not
  • she just wanted to be safe, secure….in control
  • “no!”
  • your scream in displeasure caught her off guard, and before she could explain you cut her off
  • “all I want is for you to tell me you won’t leave….that you love me…”
  • tears were streaming down her face now and yours
  • “I-I’m sorry I just thought…”
  • she didn’t even finish, wrapping her arms around you and rocking you back and forth
  • “I won’t leave you ever and I will love you forever okay?”


  • the one who can relate the most
  • he understands why you hesitate so much now
  • would have a sit down cuddle talk with you
  • wrap his arms around you from behind as you rested against his chest
  • “I know what you feel…I get it…but I have you now and you have me”
  • he nuzzled against your hair, placing soft kisses on the top of your head
  • “our parents will understand us one day, I promise you that”


  • he couldn’t even form words
  • he was heartbroken at the fact that you had to live with so much abuse for so long
  • “why couldn’t I find you sooner?”
  • he would rap you in his arms and tear up
  • “it’s not your fault jumin”
  • but you couldn’t help the tears
  • he tried to wipe them away as fast as they came streaming down your cheeks
  • “if money could fix those years I would spend every penny to take them away from you, but it can’t. I cant only do what you need me to MC, and I plan to give you all the love to make up for those years every second I am with you.”


  • he thought you were joking at first
  • “thats not a good jok––”
  • turning around he saw your red cheeks, tears swimming in your eyes
  • “uh, UH!!” 
  • he wasn’t quite sure what to do
  • but hugs, he would hug you first
  • then accidentally push you down on the ground with his force
  • “aah!”
  • “woah!”
  • the whole situation caused you to giggle, looking up at 707 as he stared down at you seriously
  • “I spent great effort to get you back and I will never let you go again, okay? You’re with my weird meme self for life and that sucks for you. I’ll joke with you all the time, but I swear every day I love you more and more. I will make up those years as best I can ok? I love you”
  • then he would proceed to snuggle against you
  • “finders keepers!”
  • than plant kisses all over you as you laughed

Cisco’s strength is so underrated. He just found out one of his closest friends, someone he sees as family, is responsible for his brother’s death and his reaction is so strong and so Cisco. He let’s himself show emotion over it. He cries. He even allows himself to rage a bit, pushing Barry, telling him a simple sorry cant fix this mistake. He admits he doesn’t really know what to feel over something so complicated and painful. Then he pushes through all that to focus on saving his best friend. He prioritizes his love for the family he still has and tries to help Caitlin. I love and admire and am so proud of Cisco Ramon.


Marianas Trench: releases dates/years - lock screens 2.0


i made an updated version as per a pseudo request also i cant help but feel like releasing astoria on a friday was like another way of saying goodbye to an era

Cyrlassan Romance Card

you know what? i give up with the transparency, i cant seem to fix it i tried everything and it should work since its a .png file and every pixel has its opacity… 

if you know how please tell me

If you like my art, please reblog, it’d help me out a lot, thanks :)


Wow.. Peridot couldn’t help but stare. She’d never seen something so beautiful in her life, not once on Homeworld and not even on the admittedly pretty Earth. Lapis was a glowing goddess, moving ethereally like that which she controlled. Suddenly her eye opened, fixing Peridot with a half lidded smirk.

You’re supposed to dance, Peri.”

well i tried