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Pick Something - Yugyeom (Drabble)

Originally posted by wangmins

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Word Count: 898

Genre: Drabble, Fluff

A/N: I have had this written for a little while but I wanted to clean it up a bit before posting. I love this boy so much <3


He was bringing you to your wit’s end. Yugyeom has been taking well over an hour to pick something to wear for tonight and you could tell he was nowhere near deciding. From where you stood, that is visible was his legs since his head was shoved in his closet. He cast all his clothes to the floor around your feet.
You huffed and tried to be annoyed, but he was making too many comments that made you laugh. You just stood in the door frame laughing silently to yourself. During that time, Yugyeom threw another handful of clothes from his closet but it met you right in the face. Once you screamed, Yugyeom freed his head from the closet and saw you standing there.
“Damn it Yugyeom! Can’t you pick something?” You threw a shirt back in his direction, but he dodged it before it hit him. You came towards him with your arms crossed but started to poke at his chest playfully once he started paying attention to you.
“Well I’m, sorry but I just want to look my best. Nothing here is cutting it for me.”
You gathered some of his disregarded clothes from the floor and moved them to the bed.
“Honey, all your clothes are black”
“And?” He said putting his hand on his hip, looking a little offended.
You walked over to his closet, putting your hand on his shoulder to move him out of the way. You rummaged through the clothes remaining in his closet.
“I seriously can’t believe that you don’t have any clothes with colour. They are all pretty much black and white!”
Yugyeom took a seat on the bed, lying down on all the clothes sprawled over the sheets.
“Fine, black looks good on you anyway.” You took out black jeans and a button-up shirt to match.
“Are you sure that this will be good enough, I mean, shouldn’t I look a bit more dressy?”
You took another look at the chosen outfit.
“It’s not like you need to show up with a tie and dress shoes, Yugyeom.”
You walked over to Yugyeom’s lying figure and put the shirt and pants over him to see how it would look. He looked down at his clothes.
“No, this is too casual.” He looked nervous.
“It’s fine. Trust me.”
Yugyeom shot up and pushed his clothes from his body. His eyes had a look of sincerity and his hands found your shoulder, clenching them tight.
“I trust you, Y/N, but it’s your father. He is very… intimidating.” He broke his eyes away from yours.
“I… I just want to show him that I’m the right guy for you, you know?”
You reached up to his hands and lightly rubbed them reassuringly.
“Yugyeom. I understand that  you’re nervous, and I totally get your view on my dad.” You let out a little laugh, reaching out to caress his cheek.
“Just be yourself, and my dad will accept you. I know for a fact I made the right choice for my boyfriend.”
Yugyeom smiled at your words and pulled you close to his chest for a warm hug.
“Okay. I’ll try to stop stressing out.” He planted a little peck on your head.
After a second of silence, he spoke again.
“To be completely honest, I was thinking of wearing that exact outfit days ago.” He looked down to meet your eyes once again.
You let out some air in disbelief, poking his cheek teasingly.
“Yeah, sure. I heard you rummaging since this morning. Seems like you had it all planned.”
Suddenly, Yugyeom turned you over onto your back. The weight of your bodies made the mattress creak beneath you.
Your arms were wrapped around his long neck which kept you aligned with his body above you. Only his legs were giving him support since his arms were around your waist. Wasting no time, he pulled you into a long kiss.
You moved his bangs from his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck lovingly.
“Okay, now come help me choose something to wear.” You said trying to escape from his body caging you in.
“You should wear black.” He stated, with a cute - but cheeky - tone.
You laughed at him and wiggled under his body, trying to break free.
“Yugyeom!”
“I’m not gonna let you go!” He sang, lowering his body even more to enclose the space between you.
“Now is not the time for this! We need to go in an hour.”
He didn’t move a muscle.
“Yugyeom! What do you want me to do?”
He took hold of your arm and brought his mouth so close to your ear that you hear him breathing.
“Kiss me again.” He said smothering your ear and cheek with soft, little kisses.
He moved over to your lips and you let him kiss you tenderly, once again.
“Now?” You whisper to him.
“No. Another.” He didn’t let you breathe. He brought himself down for another hot kiss. It was longer this time, passion flowing into the kiss faster and faster by the second.
He broke it slowly, his loving eyes scanning your face.
“Now?” You say after a few seconds.

Yugyeom removed his legs from the sides of your body, finally letting you free. You rose with a ginger smile, taking his hand and leading him away from the room.

Plan A: I wanted to draw Damian being territorial about Dick’s cast (he passive-aggressively draws all over it so no one else has any room). Which would of course lead to bloodshed when Tim writes over it anyway (though ofc he signs his message ‘Jason’). Cass builds on one of Damian’s pictures to make it into something completely different and hers. Meanwhile, Jason offers to help Dick break another bone to get cast space for Bruce and Alfred.

but the reference i found was the other way around so instead you get…

Plan B: Damian being deeply frustrated as he tries to to give Dick basic art instructions, loudly complaining about having to go out in public with Grayson’s pitiful attempts visible to everyone. Only Steph and Dick are allowed to sign it, both hideously. Everyone else has to sign it via stealth. Alfred barters signing rights in exchange for baked goods. 

bad | 06

He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by jjks

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, angst(?), badboy!au

WORDS: 5 125

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.

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Effective skincare routines for less

I’ve tried my best to think of an effective skincare routine that would be also affordable. This is just a post to help out and give you some ideas. These are some of the things I did/learned from living in poverty.

 -A short one-product routine: The least you can do to maintain healthy skin is cleansing and moisturizing. For this combined you could use just one product: safflower oil. it’s the most affordable I could find; 16 ounces for $7 on amazon (for scale, 30ml lasted me for 2 months to moisturise with) It contains omega 3 and 6 fatty acids, vitamin E, and a high concentration of linoleic acid. Making it very beneficial for the skin. You can oil cleanse with it, oil cleansing will remove all your makeup and has a slight exfoliating effect, removing some dead skin and hardened sebum. I prefer oil cleansing over a regular cleanser because it doesnt strip your moisture barrier as most inexpensive cleansers will. Safflower oil is also a good moisturiser as it absorbs quickly, NOT leaving you with a greasy face. Thats why its also suitable for oily skin and acne prone skin as it has the comedogenic rating of 0!!
Other oils good for this but more expensive: Argan and hempseed. 

-Vaseline: If you have dry patches this could save your life. Vaseline acts like a piece of foil over your skin, put in on after moisturizing to prevent the moisture from leaving. Its especially beneficial when living in harsh temperatures. - 

-Toner: Green tea ($2 for a box of 24 tea bags) is good at combating acne and soothing redness as a toner. I havent found spot on scientific evidence for this but theres plenty anectodal evidence. Using it on a cottonpad will also give you an exfoliating effect. Its very rich in antioxidants, thats why you should be drinking it as well. Its found that drinking GT can also reduce inflammation. It also appears to balance hormones, whose imbalance causes acne. And balances out or lowers insulin levels.

 -Acne treatments: Acne has many different causes and finding something that works for you might be a chore. These are just a few things that may help.
Many people have had great results using neem oil (6oz 7$) to combat (cystic) acne. Just be careful; it smells bad, but its an effective spot treatment and a good substitute for tea tree oil which is more expensive. As research studies have shown neem oil effectively controls the harmful bacteria that cause the infection and reduces inflammation.
Benzoyl peroxide 2.5%/5% 100ml for $3 Benzoyl peroxide has been the most effective acne treatment for me personally. if you struggle mainly with closed comedones and zits this is the treatment to get. Start with 2.5% as its a strong treatment. Apply it at night on areas where you break out.

 -More moisturisers: CeraVe PM is a cult favorite, its $13 dollars though and there are cheaper alternatives. I love to use argan oil (100 ml for $10) as a nighttime (and sometimes daytime) moisturiser, it leaves the skin smooth, soft and healthy. It has the comedogenicy rate of 0 too so its suitable for my acne prone skin. Its rich in fatty acids, antioxidants and vitamin E, making it a great anti aging product. Its not greasy and absorbs very quickly, giving you a healthy glow. Hempseed oil (24 oz for $16) would be more suitable for oily skin as it dries more than argan oil and has the same benefits. Studies have shown that hemp seed oil can dramatically decrease skin dryness and soothe itching and irritation. Both of these oils last long as hell as ive used up 50ml bottles of both in 5 months, with every day use.

-Exfoliants: For inexpensive exfoliation you tend to reach out to physical exfoliants, neglecting the fact that they cause more irritation and acne by micro tears. As an exfoliant I reccomend The Ordinary 5% Lactic Acid ($8) for a gentle exfoliantion. It gets you rid of blackheads and often also acne, fades acne scarring and gives you smooth skin and even skintone. This is pricier than other products on this list, but its much better than physical exfoliants, and its the cheapest out there probably. The Ordinary makes other inexpensive AMAZING products worth checking out. 

 -Body Care: Shea butter (16 oz 10$) and coconut oil (500 ml 6$) for me, work better than any other body butters I’ve ever tried. Dont use coconut oil on the face as its very pore clogging, but suitable for the body. I love to oil cleanse with CO sometimes and regularly moisturise my body with shea butter. 

 -Masks: Putting honey (500 ml $5) on your face as a mask can give you great effects, as its softening, anti inflammatory and locks moisture into the skin. Green Clay (400gr $3) is my favourite clay mask, gives immediate results and visibly makes my pores smaller. Extracts excess sebum from the pores.

A campaign I was brought into while I was home on break with my friend. We’re in a mansion and we’ve found a secret room full of enemies. We are all crammed in a hallway and can’t move around each other.

Wizard: Dammit, we’re stuck, we can’t all get in!

Half-Orc: Don’t worry, I got this, I’ll run through the wall into the next room and run around that way!

Fighter: I’ll give you an “oh, no.”

Half-Orc: Got it, go!

Fighter: Oh, no!

Half-Orc: OH, YEEEEEAH!

He tries to burst through the wall and the DM makes him roll strength. He rolls 23, and needed 25.

DM: So, you get halfway through the wall, but it doesn’t give. You’re now stuck in there and an imprint of your body is visible on the other side of the wall. Take 3 damage.

Half-Orc: (muffled, through the wall) Oh, nooooo….

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This was me at Capital Pride last year. I was walking around dressed as Xena, posing for photos and giving hugs, when I noticed these religious zealots with their microphones and signs spewing their messages of hatred. I always ignore them, but I noticed they were making some people in the crowd visibly upset. A few people were even crying. I couldn’t stand by and let that happen. I hopped over his little chained off section and stood next to him. He immediately turned and began yelling at me and telling the crowd I was going to hell. So I just kept smiling and making funny faces. He eventually gave up yelling to me and about me and tried to go back to taunting people. But no one was taking him seriously with me standing there posing. I’m sure they will be there again this year….and so will I. :-)

bad | 05

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by 7bboys

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 7 159

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: I hope ya’ll have fun reading this. hopefully it quenches some thirst- what? fucken not today teaser got me shook as fuck, I screamed out loud! and thank you so much for all the sweet messages <3 sry for taking so long

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Tony Stark just barely convincing Ross to give him and Natasha a chance to fix things instead of going after his fellow Avengers with “boys and bullets.”

I need to talk about this scene, and how it illustrates why I have genuine BAFFLEMENT that people want to convince me that Tony Stark cares about no one but himself.

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one day i’m going to open a bar, okay, and the name is going to be a werewolf pun?? or a reference?? and it’s gonna be themed. just slightly. like, blue moon beer or a full moon cocktail or whatever. not too obvious but noticeable. and i’m gonna make sure all my bartenders and staff are like, kind of buff and hairy looking, right? and maybe one of them will wear contacts. they always avoid eye contact, but just enough where patrons might see it from the corner of their eye, just for a second. and it will always be closed on full moons and the days surrounding it, right? it will say some bullshit like “reserved for a private venue” every time but if anyone tries to book it, no matter how early they are, it will always, always already be booked. i might leave some torn slightly red-stained clothes in the corner behind the bar, just barely visible. i’ll make sure some of the staff/visitors that i hired or whatever are eating really rare, almost raw (not unhealthily but noticeably) burgers. one or more of them sniff people randomly. one of the bartenders constantly makes bad werewolf/wolf puns and jokes to anyone who will listen. all the staff and a few regulars will chuckle. patrons sometimes hear them mutter something about irony. some of the regulars and bartenders discuss hunting a bit too much. one of the deer heads on the wall looks like it was bitten into. several regulars are constantly overheard debating how inaccurate various tv shows and movies are, such as “twilight”, “teen wolf”, and “the wolfman”, which all dissolves into a debate over various plot points and who’s the best character. (”c’mon, it’s obviously stiles!” “but he’s not a werewolf, man, side with your own people!” they ignore the stares they get at that.) there are a few dog beds behind the bar that are covered in hair, but pets aren’t allowed in the bar, and no one has ever seen a dog on the premises. if anyone asks about werewolves who isn’t one of the staff or regulars, they’re immediately met with dead silence and judging stares. until they leave. they never return. there are pictures of various staff members with large… suspiciously wolf-like dogs… on the wall. people overhear staff complaining about how they ripped their favorite shirt last night and it was annoying. one of the bartenders has clear scars from long claws disappearing into their sleeves. another has a bitemark on their collarbone and too much chest hair. anyone who tries to get hired is also met with dead silence, except for when i’ve told them to come in, in which case the manager sniffs them up and down, gives them an intense look, and brings them to the back room for “privacy”. there are an unusually low amount of deer in the nearby forest. guys. guys. i’m gonna make everyone in town think my bar is a werewolf den. this is gonna be so fucking great when i have money and time and less depression

anonymous asked:

Steph. There's a post going around arguing that our John doesn't love Sherlock but despises him (it's not an anti johnlock post tho) and it made me ridiculously sad. Can you give some examples of John loving Sherlock? :( It really bothered me

Yeah, Nonny, I saw that one too. While I can understand where the argument lies, Uhhhh I just don’t see it the way they do. I’ve written a similar meta before, but I never broke it down before. This isn’t all of them, just a short little list…for instance:

  • FIRST OF ALL: JOHN’S BLOG. If I didn’t know that it was official, I would have thought it was a fan-site. It’s terribly romantic and John essentially fawns over Sherlock in almost every entry. Read especially the entries done during the hiatus. They’re… just… JOHN, PLEASE.
  • Martin’s acting. Just, every time John is around Sherlock, his face does 300 different emotions, but the most blatant is lust / adoration / incredulity. 
  • Anytime the show is in John’s POV, it’s just… Sherlock is this ethereal being that John “can look but not touch”.
  • THE FUCKING PILOT. Just… The whole Pilot. John is literally one step away from jumping Sherlock in a back alley. And the really gay rooftop music. Just. Listen to that and be amazed at how gay that is. That’s ALL from John’s POV. AND John had this look on his face:
  • ASIP:
    • John had a limp until Sherlock came into his life and gave it new meaning.
    • John has trust issues – Mycroft confirms this and says John doesn’t trust easily – yet for some reason he was okay with Sherlock. “And the madman himself? He’s fascinating.”
    • He hits on Sherlock the first night. Granted this isn’t a sign of love, but dear god John had no idea that one little thing and rejection would start his endless pining.
    • Laughing against the wall together, and in awe at Sherlock curing his limp.
    • The eye sex. Good god, the eye sex. 
    • He stands up to Mycroft DEFENDING Sherlock and he has no idea who Mycroft is or what he’s capable of.
    • Even though he didn’t know Sherlock that long, he ran after Sherlock when the phone pinged.
    • He killed a man for Sherlock after knowing him for only about 24 hours, and had no guilt about it.
  • TBB
    • His PIN is “SHER”. Like at this point he’s only known Sherlock for a couple months and he already changed his PIN to “SHER”???? COME ON, JOHN, PLEASE.
    • He goes after Sherlock rather than protect Soo Lin, because he is worried Sherlock will hurt himself.
    • Spends his whole date with Sarah thinking about and talking to Sherlock. He constantly checks over his shoulder to see Sherlock’s reactions to literally everything.
    • And this was all after he just constantly lingers his gaze over Sherlock for the first half of the episode.
    • Eye sex.
  • TGG
    • He has incredible guilt about the blog post that causes the Yard to make fun of Sherlock.
    • “I thought you would have been flattered”. Literally John is hurt that Sherlock seemingly doesn’t like his blog. They had a fucking DOMESTIC because of a BLOG POST and John’s hurt feelings. Hashtag MARRIED.
    • John races back to Baker Street from Sarah’s AFTER SHE’S SUGGESTIVE WITH HIM just to make sure Sherlock is okay.
    • John’s jealousy towards Jim flirting with Sherlock.
    • *sighs* EYE SEX.
    • John was willing to kill The Golem for Sherlock.
    • John, strapped to a bomb vest, took an opening and grappled and held on tight to Moriarty, told Sherlock to run. Essentially, he was willing to sacrifice his body to a slurry of gunfire and an explosion if only Sherlock would be safe from Moriarty.
    • “People would talk.” Why does that concern you so much, John.
    • Then, John was willing to die with Sherlock, without hesitation. They shared one single look and it was done.
  • ASiB
    • John’s jealousy throughout the entire episode; he wouldn’t be jealous if there wasn’t some latent pining.
    • MORE eye sex and toffee eyes, or John looking like a kicked puppy for half the episode because he is sad that Irene seems to have taken his place.
    • John essentially gives up dating in this episode.
    • John goes on a case for Sherlock because Sherlock was too lazy to go on his own.
    • John checking out Sherlock in a sheet. 
    • Followed by them being silly.
    • The unnecessary tackle.
    • John had a date the night that Irene drugged Sherlock, but John stayed home to take care of Sherlock instead. Oh and the bum pat. JOHN, PLEASE.
    • John’s concern about Sherlock’s danger night has him teaming up with both Mrs Hudson and Mycroft.
    • John decided to try to pick up Sherlock again, only to be cock-blocked by Irene.
    • Even though he was with Jeanette, John consistently pays more attention to Sherlock at Christmas, eventually driving Jeanette to call John out on his obsession with Sherlock, naming Sherlock as her “competition”.
    • Irene knows EXACTLY what John likes. 
    • John confronts Irene and tells her to tell Sherlock she’s alive, because he hates seeing Sherlock upset; he thinks Sherlock was grieving about her, and not over his confused feelings John.
    • Irene essentially tells John HE LOVES SHERLOCK. She compares herself to him, AND JOHN DOESN’T DENY IT, but silently acknowledges that yes, he and Sherlock are a couple.
    • John wants to talk about what happened at Battersea, but Sherlock denies him because Sherlock’s scared of his own feelings and thinks he’s protecting John from Moriarty by keeping him at arm’s length.
    • John thinks Sherlock would be hurt to discover that Irene is for-real dead this time, so he chooses to lie, because John doesn’t want Sherlock to go into a sad fit again. John chose the “kinder” option, and then gives Sherlock what he wants when he asks for the phone even though it is not allowed.
  • THOB
    • John goes on a holiday with Sherlock. Just… they go on a holiday. There’s no argument about it, just… they go.
    • John doesn’t deny that he and Sherlock are together when the Innkeeper assumes they are together, rather he deflects, because it’s too close to the truth.
    • John pulls rank to show off to Sherlock for a change.
    • The cheekbones and the coat collar, essentially revealing that he stares at Sherlock all the time.
    • John forgives Sherlock for his brashness, experimentation, and ignorance of John.
  • TRF
    • Eye sex.
    • Another “people will talk” comment when they hold hands, and THEN John still holds onto Sherlock’s sleeve while Sherlock is babbling on.
    • John’s anger at both Kitty and Jim, defending Sherlock’s honour.
    • The rooftop exchange between the two and John’s unwavering faith in Sherlock (“I know you for real”).
    • John’s complete breakdown at seeing Sherlock dead.
    • The graveyard. Fuck.
    • Seriously, THE GRAVEYARD IS THE MOST BLATANT SCENE IN S2.
  • MHR 
  • TEH
    • John physically goes to Baker St. to “move on”. John couldn’t, in 2 years, bring himself to stay at Baker Street because it reminded him too much of Sherlock. Mrs Hudson calls him out on how he was “after” and John doesn’t say anything. Then he is angry about the comment that they were a couple because THEY WEREN’T. He blames himself for Sherlock’s death. 
    • To “move on”, John jumps into a relationship to get over Sherlock believing that his miracle would never come, only to have Sherlock come back at the worst moment and Mary manipulate John into a proposal.
    • Donde Estas, Yolanda? This song pretty much is John’s heart speaking.Actually, most of the music selection is really very “John” and his inner turmoil of trying to understand if he should try to make a move on Sherlock. Music in Sherlock is always important; it’s always projecting the feelings of either John or Sherlock on a subtextual level.
    • More eye sex.
    • John returning to Baker Street on his own, before the bonfire, dressed in his old outfit… It’s the only time in the whole episode he dresses like “pre-S3” John"… And his oscillation on the pavement and all that. 
    • And John’s RETURNS to 221b a second time. Because he can’t stay away.
    • I know it doesn’t look like it, but John forgave Sherlock.
    • “I was hooked. He’s like a drug.” JOHN, PLEASE.
    • #SherlockLives means #JohnWatsonLives. JOHN H. WATSON, PLEASE.
  • TSo3
    • SURPRISE! More eye sex and toffee eyes.
    • Stag night, pretty much all of it. It’s clear John is trying to loosen Sherlock up to make him more receptive to John’s advances. John tries to hit on Sherlock one more time before the marriage, but Sherlock was too drunk to understand what was happening. John assumes, with finality, that Sherlock doesn’t want him that way.
    • The obviously staged tumble forward to grab at Sherlock’s knee, followed by, “I don’t mind” and an indifferent shrug.
    • “I’m there if you want it.”
    • John’s first reaction to Sherlock’s adorable confusion after the best man speech was to hug Sherlock; he loves him so much that he is very moved by Sherlock’s admission to the whole of the room to how much John means to Sherlock. John even cried beforehand, and you can just SEE his FUCKING FACE glow every time he looks at Sherlock.
    • John ALSO grabs and holds Sherlock’s neck not once but twice in this episode.
    • John cluing in at the end of the episode that Sherlock does indeed feel something more for John when they share a look, and not being able to deal with his mistake, so he no-homo’d out of there because it hurt too much.
  • HLV
    • Only a month into their marriage, John is having wet dreams about Sherlock, and is visibly disappointed when Sherlock is not the one at the door.
    • John contacts Mycroft when Sherlock is overdosed.
    • Only to kick him out shortly after because he is upsetting Sherlock.
    • He tries to make Sherlock laugh and succeeds.
    • John’s jealousy once again, this time over Janine.
    • John’s longing looks to Sherlock.
    • John’s subtle “I want to come, too” when Sherlock mentions the case.
    • When John is searched at the flat, he makes a joke about his dick IN FRONT OF SHERLOCK to another man.
    • John’s immediate reaction to Sherlock being shot.
    • John’s off-screen acceptance to let Sherlock show him the truth about his murderer.
    • Mary knew that John loved Sherlock. It’s the whole reason she needed Sherlock gone, because John was starting to stray.
    • She didn’t want John to name the baby.
    • “John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people.” [x]
    • Not really confirmed, but fandom assumes John left to stay at Baker Street during the 6 months we haven’t seen to care for Sherlock.
    • John’s acceptance at Sherlock’s plan for Appledore, even though it’s Christmas.
    • John not even flinching at the “damsel in distress” line.
    • John begrudgingly allowing himself to be flicked in the face just because Sherlock begged him to.
    • John’s horrified expression when Sherlock kills someone for him.
    • The Tarmac Scene, pretty much the whole thing. It’s set up like Casablanca’s plane scene, and John knows he has to let Sherlock go; he fumbles to find the right words to say to Sherlock. John, though, knew exactly what Sherlock was going to / wanted to say, and I think it hurts him that Sherlock never admitted his feelings.
  • TAB 
    • Because this episode takes place entirely in Sherlock’s head, I don’t think we should really include it in this list, but I’m going to anyway, since Sherlock actually picked up on John’s love for him. He knows that John will accept him regardless of his faults if he confessed his love for him. I think this is why S4 doesn’t sit right with me, because it completely diverted from this HUGE revelation that Sherlock had made in TAB.
    • Sherlock understands that John will always choose him, in the end. Again, another thing that makes S4 so OOC.
    • Also something that should be noted, running on the assumption that the modern scenes may possibly be real, John is concerned about the overdose and the fact that it could kill Sherlock.
    • Mycroft’s plea to John signifies that Myc knows about how much John cares for Sherlock.

And these are a crapshoot, because the whole series did a 180˚ with the narrative and John’s character. I’m so angry because I don’t believe for one second John would choose Mary over Sherlock. Anyway, here goes:

Granted, it gets less and less obvious in S3 and S4; S3 because I believe that we are in Sherlock’s POV and he perceives his relationship with John differently, and in S4 because I believe that S4 is a false narrative and it literally took great pains to keep them separated for some stupid reason.

Finally, I’ve also written about why John loves Sherlock in past posts, because of similar discourse:

I hope all of these help you feel better, Nonny, and please, everyone, I most likely will have missed many-a-point, so please add to them – I study Sherlock’s character more than John’s, so I have a harder time seeing John’s cues!

Never Hated You - Theo Raeken

word count: 6872
summary: Theo and y/n do not get along, it’s difficult for them to be in the same room together, but things change when he finds her after a bad accident
warnings: car accident, mentions of surgery and broken bones if that bothers anybody, and swearing
a/n: i combined two requests into one and i’m real excited to share this with you i hope you both like it!


[ I know you haven’t made your mind up yet / but I will never do you wrong ]

“Well maybe, it wouldn’t be such a problem, if you weren’t here!” You spat angrily at Theo, who was currently glowering at you from where you stood on the opposite side of the couch as him.  This pack meeting had gone from a check in, to a brawl, in a matter of minutes.

“Oh? And sweetheart what makes you think you can protect yourself against a werewolf huh?” Theo asked you, his aggression just as high as yours.

“Really guys it wasn’t a werewolf, I just heard a howl it seemed like a regular-”

“Shut up!” You and the chimera yelled at Liam at the same time, making Scott stand up from where he’d been sitting at the table.

“Alright, alright this is getting out of hand, really guys chill it down” The alpha warned, both you and Theo calming and turning away from each other and the alpha who made you whimper just slightly under your breath.  You didn’t catch the way Theo glanced over to you upon hearing the sound.

“You know what, I’m just gonna head out” You mumbled, picking you bag up from the couch and fishing your keys out of it.

“No y/n don’t leave I was thinking us girls could have a sleepover” Lydia said, giving you pleading eyes but you just shook your head, no longer feeling in the mood for ‘pack time’.

“I really just want to go home and get some rest” You said quietly, pulling your jacket on then walking to the door.  Scott gave Theo a look.

“Oh no, no” The chimera said.  “I’m not apologizi-” He stopped when Scott’s expression only intensified.  “Fine” He groaned, and followed after you, only to find you’d just walked out the door.  “y/n!” He called, walking outside after you.  You turned back to look at him, then scoffed and walked to your car.

“What now Raeken? Here to slash open my tires?” Theo sighed, but shook his head.

“No, I’m here to-”

“To what? Spit it out, I just want to go home” You breathed, pinching your fingers over your nose.  Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You know what? Fuck this I’m not apologizing to you”

“Apologizing to me? Oh no sweetie, it’s not your fault that you’re such a jackass.  Oh wait no… Jackson was the jackass.  Jackson the jackass get it? It has a ring.  Now what were you again? Hmm… oh right! You’re Theo the traitor!” You said with fake eagerness, clapping your hands together and making Theo visibly whither.  “You tried to kill me, you tried to kill my pack, now I don’t care if they want to let you back in and trust you again, but just, please” You stressed on the word.  “Leave me the hell alone” Theo’s mouth opened to protest, but he looked at the despair in your eyes and decided against it.

“Fine” He mumbled, backing up to head back into the house.  “Forget it” And with that, he went storming back inside, while you got in your car and drove off.

Screw you anyways, screw you and your nosy intelligence, and your curiosity, and your absolute breathtaking beauty, screw you.  He didn’t need you anyways.  Good riddance.

Theo hadn’t even closed the door when he grabbed his keys and went running back outside to get in his truck and chase after you.


“Scott?” Theo spoke into the phone, it was pressed between his cheek and his shoulder as he drove, searching the streets as he drove recklessly.  “I can’t find her anywhere, I can’t find y/n”

“She probably just went home, I think she was getting a headache actually” Scott said through the speaker.

“I already checked there, she wasn’t there, I can’t find her is there anywhere that she usually likes to go? Secret spots maybe? Favorite places?” He asked, voice desperate.

“The library but I mean at this hour it’s closed” Scott said, and Theo slammed on the brakes, then quickly turned the car around and began to head towards the library.

“Yeah but that wouldn’t stop y/n she’d go anyways” He said, speeding off again.

“Are you going over the speed limit? Cause that’s really not-”

“Scott y/n could be in trouble!” Theo shouted, not caring about the law at the moment.

“And since when did you care?” Scott shot back, and Theo gritted his teeth, then hung up the phone before Scott could ask or say anything else.  He couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt.

He’d met you first in the library at school.  At the time, he hadn’t known that you were a human in the McCall pack, he’d just been watching you with an amused expression as you stacked book after book in your arms, and were now jumping to reach ones on higher shelves.  After a few minutes of watching he finally decided to get up and help you.  He walked over, not saying a word as he easily reached for the novel you’d been jumping for, and handing it to you.  You’d stared at him, not having recognized him because surely you’d remember those green eyes.

“Th-thanks” You said quietly, setting it on top of the other four books in your arms.

“No problem beautiful” He replied, then turned to walk away, leaving you blushing and gaping a little.

“Wait” You called, and he looked at you over his shoulder.  “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you around here before” Your brows crinkled and he gave you a genuine smile.

“Theo Raeken” He told you, and you smiled back as you replied.

“y/n l/n”

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you” He said, before leaving the library, again leaving you standing and staring at his retreating figure.

You didn’t know then that he would screw up your life so horribly.

That he’d inject you with a venom that left you unconscious for three days.


Theo drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as he looked all around in the dark, but being able to see fine.  But it had been fifteen minutes and he still hadn’t found you.  He wasn’t sure what else to do, he’d been all over Beacon Hills searching every possible place but you were nowhere.

With a sigh, he slowed down and began to head to where he usually parked for the night.  You probably didn’t even want to be found, and certainly not by Theo.  He felt ridiculous, you were probably just driving around, and even if he had found you, you only would’ve chastised him for following you in the first place.  You hated him, and at this point he should just let you.

Besides, you would never, ever, feel the same way about him that he felt about-

Theo slammed on the brakes, and rolled down his window, breathing deeply out in the air.  He could’ve sworn that he’d caught a whiff of blood, your blood.  When he caught it again, he whipped open the door and began sprinting down the street, knowing that it was yours, that you were in trouble.

“y/n! Y/N!” He screamed, and the further he ran the stronger the scent became.  And soon, he caught sight of just what it was that made your scent of blood so thick.

Your car was upside down, crushed at the front, and completely wrecked.  Somehow upon seeing this he ran impossibly faster and nearly ripped off your car door in his desperateness to see if you were safe.

You moaned, reaching to rub your head but winced and retracted your arm.

“Oh my god, y/n” Theo carefully leaned over to unbuckle you, and pulled you into his arms.

“My leg it- call an ambulance” You begged, tears rushing down your face and mixing with blood from small cuts on your cheeks.  This only made you hurt more, and Theo fumbled in his pocket, still kneeling on the ground with you in his arms.  You had a fist holding tightly to the front of his shirt

“Okay, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay” He kept repeating those same words as he dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The woman on the other end spoke.

“My friend got into a real bad car accident, she needs an ambulance” He said quickly but tried to sound calm enough for her to understand him.

“Where is your location?”

“Uh-uh Baker’s Ave” He said.

“We’re sending an emergency response crew now, stay calm sir, your girlfriend will be taken to the hospital soon” She responded, and he hung up, typing in Scott’s number again.

“How-how long?” You whimpered, and your body shook slightly as you curled against him.  Theo held his phone between his shoulder and ear, rubbing an arm up and down your back as the phone rang.

“Give me your hand”

“Why?”

“So I can take the pain just give me your hand” He said in a rushed way, and you slipped your bloodied hand into his.  A groan came from his throat as he took away your agony, his veins darkening as it coursed through him.

“Theo? Are you still looking-”

“y/n got in an accident” He cut off Scott.  “The ambulance is on it’s way now we’re going to the hospital”

“Oh-oh my God” Scott mumbled.  “Okay, I’m telling the others we’ll see you there” He said.

“Alright” Theo said through a wince, but he could feel you begin to relax out of relief so he didn’t stop.  “See you there” He said, then hung up on that call too, and focused on you lying in his arms.  “You’re going to be okay” He said, cradling you close, and you closed your eyes. “You’re gonna be okay” Theo repeated, still taking your pain, which was becoming more and more of a struggle.

Soon after, you passed out.


“If you want, you could always just go down to the cafeteria to eat something maybe” You could faintly hear Lydia’s voice, but it seemed distant.

“Yeah man you’ve been here all night and all day, the nurses might get mad soon” Said Liam.

“No, no I can’t leave” Theo’s voice.  Theo? Where were you that Theo was staying?

“Seriously, don’t you think she’ll be confused when she wakes up and we aren’t here?” Stiles said.  You tried to open your eyes, but you were so tired and it felt too good to keep them shut.

“I don’t care, this is my fault, I could’ve gotten there faster” Theo ensued.  “I’m staying with her, whether you like it or not, I’m going to be here when she wakes up”

“Alright Raeken what’s up? You really think she’ll want to see you of all people when she-”

“Okay” Scott’s voice cut off Stiles.  “We’ve gotta go anyways, school starts in fifteen minutes”

“I’m skipping today” Theo brushed off.  “I’ll go back whenever she does” You felt a hand covering over yours, and another one holding your small and limp hand between two warm ones.

“Alright, we’ll come back together after school, but I’ve got a free period in like… four hours” Scott said.  “I’ll come back then” All you heard after that was a door closing.  And you figured the group left, but the warmth around your hand was persistent.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you finally opened your eyes, turning your head to see who the owner of the hands on yours were.  You were surprised to see Theo there, sitting in an uncomfortable looking chair that he likely stole from the waiting room.  His head was awkwardly laying on a small space of the cot you were situated on, and both of his hands were cupped around your one hand.  You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not, but you decided not to wake him.

Instead you looked around yourself, trying to gather up how serious your situation was.  You’d been in the hospital numerous times due to Scott’s mother working here and often you were the one to bring her dinner, and had figured out long ago the difference in all the rooms.  The smaller ones with less things inside of them, usually only consisting of a cot and an area of cabinets that the nurses and doctors would work with, were for one night stays, easy fixes.  People who would be out in no time but need a place to be for their procedure.

Looking around the room you were in, you knew this wasn’t the case.  It was large, with a much more elaborate doctor’s station, and you had a rack of different tubs all leading to a pouch that looked like water to you but you weren’t exactly a medical practitioner  Your cot, which was more like a bed, at least it felt like a mattress and not just foam padding like most of the rooms, was larger than most.  Your chest began to rise and fall much more quickly than it previously had been, and you could hear not only your own heartbeat, but the beeping of the monitor in the room quickened as well.  You must have been in bad shape.

Your free hand rose, touching the rubber piece that was hooked delicately in your nostrils, and your eyes followed the tube to a bag that hung near the water pouch, you watched it inflate and deflate as you steadied your breathing, the heart monitor slowing back down to a regular pace as you calmed yourself.  You closed your eyes, trying to remember what had happened that wound you up in here, but you weren’t sure.  You looked over your body, but couldn’t see much since a small woven blanket covered over your chest, hiding you from yourself.

This was when you chose to wake Theo.  Your hand untangled from between his, and you rubbed your palm as calmly as you could over his arm.  He leaned up almost instantly, slowly, but looking straight for you.

“Hey” You spoke, your throat scratchy and making your voice raspy.  “How long have you been here?” You asked him, your brows cinching together with both confusion and concern.

“You’re awake” A small smile of relief spread on his lips, and you weakly returned it.  Thankful that at least there was a familiar face you could wake up to.  “How-how’re you feeling? Any pain?” You shook your head, though you did feel a dull ache.

“What happened to me? Why am I here? Is there a new threat-”

“No no, nothing like that” Theo shook his head, and moved forward, closer to the edge of his seat so he could be closer to you.  “You uh, you got in a car crash” Your eyes widened with surprise, usually you were a completely safe driver, at all times.  Enough that it would piss of Malia when you made her wear a seatbelt, even in the backseat.  And if you braked hard enough, your arm would shoot out towards the passenger side in front of whoever was sitting there.  Sometimes it would happen on instinct even if no one was there.

“I-I did?” You asked, trying to sit up a little to listen more tentatively but you winced, and laid back down.  Theo’s hand shot out to yours as you situated yourself back onto the pillow.  He didn’t speak again until you seemed as comfortable as you could be.

“Yeah, when I found you your car was flipped over and it looked like you’d hit something from the front, but nothing else was around” He told you.  “Looked like a hit and run” He grumbled, annoyed that someone would get you into that bad of a wreck and then just leave you there.

“Oh” Was all you could say in your croaky voice.  “You found me?” You clarified, and he nodded.  “How?”

“I was…” Theo licked over his lips anxiously before continuing.  “I was heading home” He said, knowing it wasn’t a lie, that at the time he had been driving back to the vacant parking lot that he could get away with parking and sleeping in his truck for the night.  You nodded slightly, and then realized that he hadn’t released your hand.  You tried not to draw attention to it, finding the warmth he brought to you to be pleasant.

“Thank you” You eventually told him, making him look up at you out of astonishment by the words.  You smiled at him, a soft, and genuine smile that he’d only seen from you one other time, and it had been the first day he’d met you.

“You’re welcome” Theo replied, voice expressing the shock that he’d felt.  You curled your fingers around his hand, and closed your eyes again, hoping for some sort of peaceful sleep to come over you, but it didn’t.

“Why did you stay?” You whispered out, opening your eyes to reveal their worried orbs.  Theo kept his gaze away from your face though, not bearing to see the blossoming bruise across your cheek along with scattered cuts and your perplexed stare.

“Because I… because” He finished lamely, and you rolled your eyes in response.

“That’s not very explanatory” You stated.

“Yeah, well” He shrugged his shoulders sluggishly and you tugged a little on his hand, prompting him to look at you.

“Were you the one who hit me?” You asked, and immediately he shook his hand and widened his eyes.

“No no, god no y/n I’d never-”

“Then why’re you acting so guilty?” You asked him pointedly, and you could hear a small sigh escape his lips.

“Because y/n I… I care about you and I let this happen, I got there too late and now you’re all…” He didn’t know what to tell you about your injuries.  He wasn’t sure what all you already knew or had figured out.  You decided to take in his words, making a mental note to bring up the fact that he cares about you later.

“What happened to me? I can’t see-”

“I don’t think I should be the one to tell you that” He said, and you huffed slightly, but decided against forcing him to reveal the information.  He already seemed… on edge.

“So, you care about me?”


You spent a few hours with Theo, and it was only nine in the morning.  On a school day that would seem late-ish (which it was a school day so you at least missed classes) but on a weekend you would normally be fast asleep at this hour.  Though you found yourself actually enjoying Theo’s company.  You talked as though a beautiful new friendship was beginning to grow, which it sort of was, but this felt like it was something different.

You weren’t sure what it was that was bubbling up inside of your chest as he told you little things he could remember from his childhood, or why you smiled whenever you’d speak and he’d stare at you, giving you his complete and undivided attention, but it was nice.  It felt warm, and safe.  And being in this confined room, you were glad to have him there with you.  All the while never letting go of his hand.

When nine-thirty hit, Melissa came in, carrying a clipboard while wearing her scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck.  You felt relieved that she was the one to come check on you rather another nurse that you were unfamiliar with.  The woman gave you a sad smile as she checked up on your vitals.

“How’re you feeling miss y/n?” She asked in her concerned mom voice.

“Fine, I think” You replied.  “What happened? Exactly?” You questioned, and she gave you a tired frown.

“You shattered your left femur and patella, but on the right you’re only bruised up, still a pretty ugly mess but nothing broken on that side” Melissa said, and looked over the papers she had on her clipboard.  “Three broken ribs, and a piece of windshield glass actually lodged in your stomach, which is currently just being wrapped up while your ribs are somewhat healing, and we’ll wheel you in for surgery in…” She looked at her watch.  “Ten minutes” She told you, and caught sight of your wide and tear filling eyes.

“I-I-” You choked, your heart monitor beeping like crazy as you began to freak out.  “Surgery?” You looked over to Theo, who stood from his chair, taking your hand in one of his and the other setting a soft palm against your cheek.

“It’s okay, you’re alright” He spoke gently, keeping calm for your sake.  “They’re going to fix you up, you’re safe here, they’re going to make you all better” The longer he talked to you, the slower your monitor became, and soon you were relaxing again.  Melissa looked between the two of you, remembering a time where Lydia had laid on a similar cot to yours, and that she’d had Stiles stay in the room so she’d be calm, knowing that he would anchor her down.  She saw an almost identical connection there that she did with you and Theo, but pretended not to notice the scene in front of her.

“He’s right” The older woman spoke up.  “You’re going to be all better and at the earliest you can head home tomorrow” She said with a warm smile, and you nodded, feeling calmed down once more at her sincerity.

“You’re gonna be okay” Theo said, removing his cupped hand from your cheek and sitting back in his chair.

Your hands were still connected though.


When the time had passed, and it was time for you to be taken down the corridors to where you would be operated on, you grew nervous, which Theo could smell thick in the air.

“y/n” He said softly, and you looked at him from where you were fiddling your fingers on the edge of your blanket.  “It’s going to be okay, Melissa and I will be right there when you wake up” He told you.

“You’ll stay?” You said hopefully, your eyes rounded with optimism, and he smiled as he nodded.

“I will until they let you go home” He told you honestly, and a slight blush creeped up on your cheeks at the way he cared for you.  You just bit back a grin and nodded.

“Okay” You whispered, and just then Melissa came back into the room, wheeling in a wheelchair.

“Alright y/n, we gotta get you in this” She said, and you could already tell that moving would be difficult, and painful.  You visibly winced at the idea of the agony that would shoot through your body when you stood up.

“Okay, come here” Theo instructed, letting go of your hand for the first time in a few hours, and pulled the blanket off of you.  You caught sight of the cat that covered your entire left leg, from the top of your thigh to your ankle, and on your right leg it was mostly patches of deep black and purple marks.  Theo slid one arm beneath your upper legs, the other going around your back.  “Count of three, okay?” He warned you, and you nodded, closing your eyes tight as you counted in your head with him.  “One, two.. Three” He lifted you up with ease and set you swiftly back down into the chair.  You sighed with relief, grateful that you felt only a small amount of pain.

“Thanks” You breathed out, leaning your head back slightly.  Theo nodded, as Melissa came over to guide your chair out of the room.  You looked back quickly to Theo but he was already walking behind you both to stay near you.  He saw the way you desperately looked for him, and made his way up to walk next to your wheelchair down the mostly empty hallways.  You looked up at him, and reached your hand out for his that was swinging at his side.  He didn’t think too much of it, seeing that you were about to go into surgery and he knew it scared you, but you intertwined your fingers between the spaces of his, and it was something that made his heart beat a little faster.

Before you’d only clasped your hand around his, but now you were legitimately, holding onto his hand, conjoining your fingers.  You actually needed him.

Theo looked down at you, to see your eyes were on your hands as he caressed his thumb over yours softly.  You looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he gave you a smile which you returned before looking down at your casted leg.

He kept your hands together until you had to be taken into the operating room, and he released it.

“No don’t-” You could barely protest before a doctor took your chair from Melissa.  “Please let him stay just until I have to-”

“The room needs to be sterile” The man said in a bored tone.

“But-please-”

“It’s okay, I’ll be right here when you get out” Theo said, and you looked back at him with panicked eyes.  Worry filled his chest, knowing that if you started freaking out now there’d be nothing e could do.  “I’ll be right here” He told you, planting his feet on the ground to try and prove to you he’d be as close to you as he could the entire time.  You opened your mouth to say something to him, but the door closed.

Theo stared at that door, standing in the middle of the hallway for a few minutes, before finally sitting down in another uncomfortable chair, impatiently waiting for the doors to open again and for him to go in and see you.


He’d passed out sitting in that chair, but was woken up again by Melissa nudging him.  He groaned slightly, not wanting to be awake.

Until he remembered you a few moments later, and shot up, seeing Scott standing next to her as well.

“Is she awake? Can I see her?” He rushed out the questions.

“She is, she’s still coming down from the anesthetics so she’ll be a little loopy, but I can sneak you in there for a while” Melissa said.

“Can I see her too?” Scott asked, to which Melissa looked around, double checking the halls were empty before nodding.

“Be smart about it” She warned, before swiping her card through the coded lock, and Scott walked in before Theo could go in first.

You were sat on a cot, the top half of it slanting upwards so you were in a partial sitting position.  You didn’t seem to be in any pain as you curiously looked all around the room

“Scottyyyy!” You called, a big grin pulling at your lips as you held your arms out for him to hug you.  He chuckled quietly, trying to hug you as lightly as he could as not to press against the stitches over your stomach.  “I missed you puppy” You said, petting his hair.  Both Scott and Theo gave each other a look.

“You are ten feet off the ground” Theo said, and you stopped touching Scott’s head and looked quickly to where Theo was.  A brighter smile made it’s way onto your face as you saw him, and you pushed Scott away, eagerly holding out for him now, your fingers opening and closing impatiently as he came over to you.

“Hey princess, how do you feel?” He asked, holding you gently for a moment before dragging over a chair to your bed.  Scott did as well, watching the two of you interact with a curious glint in his eye.

“I feel so good! Doctor doctor said they’d bring me pudding if I feel good, and I do!” You said enthusiastically and making the chimera chuckle.

Doctor doctor?” Scott repeated.

“Yeah, I didn’t catch his name, so i figured it was also just doctor.  Doctor doctor isn’t that neat?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of it” Theo said as you sing songed doctor doctor over and over again.

“Yeah me either.  She’s not even like this when she’s drunk” Scott replied.  Suddenly you shot your hand out and grabbed onto Theo’s.

“You let go of me, you let them push you out” You said, a dramatic pout on your face as you studied Theo’s hand, tracing your fingers over the creases in his palm and along his knuckles.

“I’m sorry sweetheart they wouldn’t let me go in with you, I’m not a Doctor” He said as kindly as he could, his free hand petting over your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Well made you should be” You said sassily, but it only made him smile.

“I’ll try harder next time” He told you, and you nodded curtly.  Scott stood up, deciding that he wasn’t the one you needed to be with right now.

“You’re leaving?” You asked him, eyes staring at him in a puzzled way.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head out and uh… find my mom” He said, lying only a little.  You shrugged.

“Fine” You said, pulling on Theo’s hand and wrapping your arms completely around his.  “More cuddles for Theo” You stated blankly, nuzzling your cheek against the crook in his arm.  Scott chuckled at the way Theo grinned instinctively before containing it.

“He can have all the cuddles” Scott said with a wink before heading out the door.  “I’ll see you in bit y/n” He said then left, closing the door behind him.  You shrugged a shoulder, looking up at Theo through your lashes.

“More cuddles for youuu” You said in a singing tone that made him laugh, and continue running his fingers through your hair.

“How’d everything go?” He asked, though he was sure you wouldn’t give him a  valid answer.

“Prettygoodprettygoodprettygood” You told him.  “I missed you though, I miss you”

“You miss me? I’m right here” Theo said.  You frowned.

“You haven’t always been right there, you used to hate me” You whined slightly, but he shook his head.

“No y/n I’ve never hated you, I could never hate you” He told you sincerely.

“But you used to fight with me all the time” You said.  “You stabbed me in the neck and I slept for a long long time” Theo sighed, wishing he could talk to you about this when you weren’t still high on anesthetics.  But now was as good a time as ever, and he needed you to know the truth.

“y/n, I did that to you so that you would stay out of the mess” He told you, and your brows furrowed together.  “It put you to sleep, safely, I swear to god it was safe, for seventy two hours so that you wouldn’t be out there trying to fight off The Beast and the Dread Doctors” You lifted your head from his arm, staring at him seriously, and he felt like suddenly you were completely grounded and sober.

“What?” You asked in a quiet, unsure voice.

“I know, at the time it seemed like a bad move but I couldn’t have you getting hurt, you weren’t ever supposed to get hurt” You blinked a few times, letting this new information sink in.  After a few silent moments, you laid your head back onto Theo’s arm, holding onto him still and beginning to doze off.

“I like you so much right now that it scares me” You whispered, before falling asleep while clinging onto him.

During your little nap, you were placed back into your wheelchair and taken back to the room you’d been previously staying in so you could recover smoothly.  Theo moved with you, going back to sit in his chair from earlier while you slept peacefully.  When Melissa had left the room after he laid you back in bed and pulled the cover over you, he held onto your hand again.

He clasped it around your palm gently, his eyes trained on your small hand in his, before letting go, and sliding his fingers in between yours.  He liked this much better, feeling he could hold onto you more closely and liking that he could rub circles into the back of your hand.

You let out a soft moan, your head rolling slightly as your eyelashes fluttered open.  Your gaze landed on Theo sitting next to you, his hand holding onto yours.  A soft smile graced your lips as you stared at him adoringly.

“You’re here” You said hoarsely but quietly.  Theo smiled back at you, his eyes flickering from your hands to your eyes.

“I’m here” He murmured back.  “I was with you when you got out of surgery but you probably don’t remember” You eyes narrowed and lips parted as you thought.

“I remember some of it” You mumbled, and a soft breathy laugh emitted from him.  “I remember you telling me about… about what you did” You whispered, somehow impossibly lower than you’d spoken earlier.  Theo stared at you tensely, his mind racing on what you could possibly say next.  “Which confused me- well, still does” You corrected.

“It confuses you?” He asked, brows furrowing at your words.  You nodded in response.

“Yeah” You said, licking over your lips.  “If you wanted me safe, you should’ve just told me” Theo almost snorted.

“You would’ve listened?” You smiled as you laughed a little.

“No, not at first I’m sure” You replied, both of you laughing quietly at your stubborn tendencies.  “But I think eventually I would’ve listened”

“I don’t think you trust me enough for that” Theo sighed, and you held onto his hand a little tighter.

“I trust you” You said, and you declared it as though it were a secret you kept pent up inside you for a long time.

“You didn’t” He said simply, and you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“I do now” You said earnestly, pulling your molded hands up closer to you, holding them against your chest.  “You saved me, I could’ve died” You told him.

“You wouldn’t have-”

“I could’ve” You cut him off.  “And you’ve saved me multiple times, apparently” You stated.  Theo looked down, his free hand drumming anxiously against your blanket.  “Thank you” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, I couldn’t just leave you in the street like that y/n, or back then I- you’re human you don’t heal like the rest of us if you’d gotten hurt because of stupid century-old robot men I wouldn’t be able to live with myself” You chuckled slightly at his wording.

“Stiles is human” You whispered.

“What?”

“Stiles, he’s human” You said again.  “You let him go out there and fight against him, didn’t try and protect him” You said, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips and a pink tint on your cheeks.  “He doesn’t heal any faster than I do” Theo laughed, but it was a short and nervous sound.

“Yeah well… maybe you need more protection than he does” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I was taught to shoot by Argent, and before him, Allison, and never once have I missed” You told him.  “I can shoot a military standard machine gun, and Stiles can swing a bat and sometimes it doesn’t break” You said, and it really wasn’t a lie.  “If anything, you should’ve done it to Stiles, I fight far better than he does-”

“Yeah well I like you far more than Stiles” Theo cut you off, making your blush darken, and your momentary confidence dissipate instantly.

“I’m flattered” You said, making him laugh slightly.  “But thank you anyways, even if I could’ve killed the Doctors before any of you” Theo shrugged.

“Anytime” He said, then shook his head rapidly.  “No no not anytime, not again, I’m not doing it again I promise-”

“Theo” You said through a short laugh.  “I get it” He was quiet as you stroked your thumb over his hand, really liking the way he’d held onto you all day, and hoping it didn’t change when you got out of the hospital.  “Theo” You said softly, and didn’t look away from your hands.  “I don’t hate you, and you’re not a traitor” You told him, in the most serious, straight faced way you could.  “I never hated you” Theo pulled half a smile, moving closer in his chair and ran his hand over your forehead, petting softly down your hair to about ear’s length, then moving back to the top of your head again.  It was a very comforting motion that you closed your eyes in gratification.

“I never hated you either y/n” He responded solemnly, still running his palm over you gently.  “I cared about you too much to see you get hurt, far before anything horrible happened” A small hum came from your throat, and you turned your head while his hand had just brushed over your cheek, pressing slightly against his warm skin.  Your nose brushed slightly over his wrist as you nuzzled into him, rolling onto your side slowly, and wincing during the process.  “Don’t do that” Theo scolded slightly upon seeing the pain it brought you to lay on your hip.

“I’m good- it’s good” You struggled, and he took your pain away with the hand cupped around your cheek before you could protest.  You then laid peacefully facing him, using the palm of his hand as your pillow and relaxing again.  “Theo?”

“Yes?”

“I… I’m really glad that you stayed with me today, it means a lot” You murmured, and making Theo smile again.

“I am too” he murmured, and you kept his gaze for a few moments.  Normally, you would’ve felt nervous, awkward staring into someone’s eyes for so long.  But his hazel green irises were just so appealing and you couldn’t get yourself to glance away.  “I’ve liked getting to know you for real y/n” You grinned wide, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks.

“You too” You said back wiggling a little closer to the edge of the bed.  He moved to the edge of his seat, staring down at your wide and sparkling eyes.  Even with the oxygen tube placed in your nose you looked breathtaking in this moment.  Theo let go of your hand, placing it opposite of his other palm on your cheek, holding your face in his hands.  You stared up at him, all of your attention, completely on his every move, his every touch.  He leaned down, ever so slightly, his eyes flicking from your rounded eyes to your lips, parted and plump, awaiting his own warm mouth.  You smiled after a moment of your intense stare, and he swore your eyes lit up as you watched him.

You rose your hands up, tiredly hooking your wrists behind his neck and mustering the strength to push upwards, hesitating just slightly, but Theo’s hands still on your cheeks guided you the rest of the way, your lips meeting in the softest, most gentle kiss ever given.

It was sleepy, and slow, both of you testing the waters with your newly found chemistry.  And neither of you disliked it one bit.  Theo carefully laid you back down onto your bed, so that you could rest and not have to gather the strength to lean up.  But not once did you break the kiss, just softly slant your lips against his, your head tilting slightly and moving in sync with him.

Your hand slid from behind his neck and tracing down his cheek, laying on his jaw as he pulled away from you.  Your bottom lip became encased by your teeth, but his thumb gently prodded it out.

“You, are the most beautiful girl, that I have ever, and will ever meet” He told you quietly, making a deep blush rush to your cheeks.

“Theo I’m wearing a hospital gown and there’s literally tubes in me” You said with a nervous laugh, but he shook his head, his thumbs caressing over your face in a soft fashion.

“It doesn’t matter” He whispered, and you smiled before pulling his lips back down to yours, falling in love with the warm and plump sensation as they moved together.  You hummed softly out of pleasure and delight.  Your fingers curled slightly around his jaw, and even when you parted you still held him close, your lips pulled into a smile as your lashes flicked up from his to his eyes.  He smiled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you” You murmured out, ever so quietly as you stared at him intensely.  Teo’s hand brushed across your cheek, before tilting his head up to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I love you too princess” Theo said, then leaned back in his seat.  Propping an elbow up on the side of your cot so he could lean his head against his hand.  “Now get some sleep, the pack’s gonna wanna see you soon” You nodded, taking his empty hand and linking your fingers together before closing your eyes peacefully.

Things weren’t so scary when he was sitting there watching over you.


alright i hope that was slow burn enough for ya XD

xoxo ~ jordie

Sleepover With A Pirate- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by d-scendants

A/n This is one of my first ones off of the prompt list so I hope it is good!

Request/Prompt: Don’t know if request are open but if they are please do no.3 from the conversation prompts with Harry Hook xxx I’m obsessed with your blog and those prompts are so good (I’m just happy that you re opened requests!). If requests are still open could I get #3 with Harry hook, possibly Tiana’s daughter as the reader?

Summary:- The Vks (Plus reader, Harry, Uma and Gil) go on a trip together and the reader gets stuck rooming with Harry.

A: *wakes up beside B with their limbs tangled* How the fuck did I end up with your arm around my waist?
B: We are sleeping in the same bed.
A: I built us a pillow wall!
B: Yeah, well I tore it down.

Warnings: Not really sexual material but can be implied and cursing

“Finally,” I breathed out as I face planted onto the couch. Being stuck in a car with the four vks, plus Uma, Gil, and Harry was horrible. They all complained about not having enough leg room and started pushing people. Of course, whoever they pushed would push them back and then they would start fighting. At first it was funny but then it just got annoying. So it was a blessing to arrive at the house we rented out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jay said as he sat on my legs. I shot him a dirty look but didn’t say anything.

“So what is the plan for today,” Evie asked, plopping down on a chair next to the couch.

“Hey guys the pool is huge,” Gil yelled from the other side of the house.

“I guess that answers my question,” Evie said standing up. I groaned as I felt another butt sit on me as Jay got up. I looked up to see Harry’s smirking facing staring right back at me.

“Hiya princess,” He said as he moved my hair out of my face with his hook.

“Harry, no matter how much I love being crushed by you I need to get up so I can change,” I gasped out as he crushed me. He smiled at me and got up. I stood up and started walking only to be pulled back by Harry. My back hit his chest as I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“You know princess, I could crush ya in other ways,” He whispered in my ear seductively. My cheeks heated up but thankfully Carlos came in the room.

“Guys come on,” He yelled out. I quickly got out of his grip and made my way to my site case. It was right by the right door because I was too lazy to bring it up to whatever room I was staying in. I grabbed my bathing suite and went into the first bathroom I found to change.

I walked out and found everyone already at the pool. Uma and Evie were sitting on beach chairs, Mal sat as the edge of the pool, and the boys were hitting a beach ball around. I felt eyes on me and I looked over at Harry and caught him looking me up and down. He quickly looked away when he saw me looking at him. I laughed as I walked over to one of the chairs and set my towel down on it.

“Look who decided to join us,” Uma said with a laugh. I stuck my tongue out at her and jumped into the pool. When I resurfaced I swam over to Mal. She smiled at me and nodded her head over to where the boys were.

“So you and Harry,” She said with a sly smirk on her face.

“We aren’t a thing Mal, and you know it,” I told her sternly. She just laughed and shook her head.

“We all know you guys like each other, just admit it already,” She accused. I thought about lying but decided against it since she was right, everyone knew.

“You’re right, I like him,” I told her as I felt my cheeks heat up for the second time today. She gasped really loud causing everyone to look over. 

“I didn’t think you would actually admit to it,” She beamed out, happy I admitted it.

“Admit what,” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” I hissed out wanting to drop the whole topic. I looked over at Evie and Uma and saw they were smirking.

“Okay,” Harry dragged out as he slowly turned around and went back to playing with the boys. Carlos and Jay had the “I know you like him and that is what you were talking about” looks on there face and then there was Gil. Bless that special snowflake who had no clue what was going on. I think Gil is my new favorite out of the group.

“I hate you,” I mumbled out as I shot daggers with my eyes at Mal which caused her to laugh again. I rolled my eyes and tried to think of a reason to change the subject.

“You know, water is shallow and you won’t drown if you get in,” I said hoping she would get in the water. That seemed to make her uneasy.

“I won’t leave your side, you’ll be safe. I promise,” I reassured her. She nodded slowly and stood up, walking over to the steps that lead into the pool. I took her hand and lead her in.

“See, isn’t this much better,” I questioned her as she visibly relaxed. I let go of her hand and smiled at her. 

“You want to see something funny,” I asked her with a smirk. She nodded her head. I may have been a princess but I got my pranking and “mischief” side from my father Naveen. I went underwater and swam to where Carlos was. I pulled down his trunks and tickled him so he would jump so I could take them fully off. I quickly swam away and resurfaced. I bursted out laughing as he covered his manhood. Everyone was dying laugh and in tears. I swam over to the edge of the pool and got out holding his trunks in my hand.

“Y/n give me my trunks back. Now,”He growled out, causing me to laugh.

“Now why in the world would I want to do that,” I asked as I batted my eyelashes to make me seem innocent.  I started to back away slowly because I knew he wouldn’t get out of the pool.

“Y/n, y/n give me my shorts back. Please. Guys stop laughing and make her give me my shorts back. Y/N,” He yelled as I almost fell over since I was laughing so hard.

“Alright you big baby, here you go,” I laughed out as I walked over to the edge of the pool. When I got close enough I handed him the shorts but before he could get them I pulled away. He groaned in response and begged me to give him the trunks. I decided to give them to him and just as I did I felt hands push me into the water. When I came up I came face to face with Harry. He was dying of laughter and on the verge of tears.

“You dirty pirate,” I grumbled out as I fought the urge to smile. He jumped into the pool and swam over to me.

“I’m only a dirty pirate for you,” He said winking at me. I laughed at his comment and rolled my eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” I told him with a huge grin.

“That may be true but you love me lass,” He smirked.

“Alright love birds get a room,” Jay called out. The whole group started laughing again.

“I’m getting hungry aren’t you guys,” I asked as I got out of the pool. They all replied with yes and yeah and followed me out of the pool. 

“I’m not cooking y/n, you can do that,” Uma said as she walked into the house.

“Okay but be prepared to die form deliciousness. My mom taught me how to make amazing food,” I told them as I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. As I was cooking I heard someone come in.

“Hey Hook,” I acknowledged his presence but turned my attention back to the food.

“Lass,” He said back. He stood there watching me for what seemed like forever before I spoke up.

“Do you need something Harry,” I questioned him as I raised an eyebrow.  

“I need you,” He said smoothly with a smirk.

“Shut up,” I snorted out. 

“Seriously though, why did you come in here,” I asked knowing he didn’t come in here just to flirt. Honestly though, you never know with Harry.

“They sent me in here to ask how much longer the food is going to be,” He told me as he walked over to where I was.

“Looks really good,” He said right behind me.

“I know it does,” I said.

“I was talking about you but the food does too,” He laughed out.

“Whatever, tell them it should be done in like five minutes,” I smiled pushing him out of the kitchen.

~After Dinner/Supper~

After everyone was finished eating and I got a billion complements we decided to go in the living room and just mess around. Harry, Evie, Jay, and I were playing clue as Mal, Gil, Uma, and Carlos played Sorry.

“I guess it was Peacock, with the dagger, in the game room,” Jay guessed. When no one had any cards to give him he had the biggest grin on his face. He opened the envelope and dramatically threw each card on the table. 

“Peacock. Dagger. Gameroom. I. Win,” He bragged as he took a victory lap around the room. I picked up the closest object to me, which happened to be a pillow, and threw it at him. It hit him in the face which caused me to laugh. My laughter got caught off by me yawning. 

“I’m tired so I think I am going to hit the hay. Who am I sharing my room with,” I asked as I stood up and stretched.

“Harry,” Gil said with a huge smile. 

“They brought my special snowflake into this, they went too far,” I thought to myself.

“What do you mean I am sharing a room with Harry,” I questioned them a little confused.

“You are sharing a room with Harry,” Uma said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Can’t I just room with you,” I asked Uma, looking over at Harry for support but he just smirked at me.

“No because I am rooming with Gil,” She stated as she walked out of the room with Gil following behind her. I turned to ask the others but they all quickly said their goodnights and left to go to there rooms.

“Well well well, looks like you are stuck we me darling,” Harry said as he started walking out of the room but stopped to look at me.

“Are you coming princess,” He asked as I walked over to him. We entered our room and I called bathroom first. I took a quick shower and changed into my pjs. When I came out of the bathroom I saw a very beautiful and a very shirtless Harry. I would be lying if I said I tried to look away because I didn’t. When one sees a shirtless Harry, you don’t just look away. 

“Like what you see darling,” Harry joked with a wink.

“You bet I do,” I told him with a smirk, which caused him to laugh. He walked into the bathroom as I laid down on the bed. Before Harry got out of the bathroom I decided to build a pillow fort separating me and Harry. I smiled at the work of art and closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. When I was half asleep, I got woken up by Harry’s voice.

“A pillow fort, really,” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“Yes now shut up, I am trying to sleep,” I mumbled out.

“Goodnight princess,” He whispered out but I was too tired to respond.

~Next Morning~

I woke up engulfed in warmth. I smiled snuggling into the pillow I was hugging but froze when I the pillow laughed. Pillows. Don’t. Laugh. I opened my eyes and saw my body tangled with another body. I slowly lifted my head to see a smiling Harry looking down at me.

“How the fuck did I end up with your arm around my waist,” I asked him.

“We are sleeping in the same bed,” He replied simply. I stared at him like her grew a third eye.

“I built us a pillow wall,” I shot back, he smiled softly at me.

“Yeah, well I tore it down,” He informed me. I hummed in response and laid my head back down on his chest. He tensed up at this which kind of confused me.

“You, um, you aren’t mad that we are basically, what’s the word,” Harry trailed off.

“Cuddling, no why would I,” I asked him causing him to relaxe. 

“I just assumed you would be mad because I thought that you, you know, didn’t like me,” He said.

“Why would you think that? Of course I like you, I would even dare to say that I-I, nevermind just answer my first question,” I huffed out.

“You built a pillow fort so you wouldn’t have to sleep by me lass,” He laughed out.

“I did that for you,” I told him as I poked his chest. After a long pause of silence he spoke up again.

“Were you going to say that you love me? I mean it is ok if you weren’t I just want to know if you feel that same. Not saying that I love you, I mean I do love you but if-” I cut him off by crashing my lips onto hims. He kissed back immediately as he pulled my body up more so he could deepen the kiss. We pulled away breathless and smiling like idiots.

“I guess I should have more sleepovers with pirates,” I said which cause him to laugh and pull me into another kiss.

~Jay’s pov~

I walked over to where Harry and y/n room was and slightly opened the door when I heard them talking. I looked in and smiled at the sight before me.There was y/n and Harry cuddling with each other. I took out my phone and started recording. I left right after they kissed, still smiling.

“Carlos, you owe my 20 bucks,” I yelled out to him as I pulled up the video to show the gang.

A/n I hope you guys liked this, I had a lot of fun writing it :)

Like I Do | Enoch O’Connor X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: I don’t even know.

Characters: movie!Enoch/fem!reader. Jacob is mentioned.

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 1912 words.

(Y/N) couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a new person since she’d arrived in Miss Peregrine’s loop, she’d grown used to the routine, and Jacob’s arrival was a big deal for her, in a good way. The girl was grateful to see a new face among her friends.

As soon as she saw him, she felt tempted to start a friendship with him, and that was exactly what she did, spending the rest of the afternoon with him and Emma, even if the girl had to have gone to help someone with something, leaving Jacob and (Y/N) walking in the garden while they talked. The girl didn’t think that much could come of it, at least until she got into her boyfriend’s room, Enoch.

It wasn’t hard to realize that something was wrong, from the moment she stepped on her feet she noticed that he seemed to be ignoring her presence there, making the girl frown. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the floor, as if it was a super interesting thing. What was that about?

“Hey.” she said, slowly approaching him. Enoch slowly lifted his head toward her, pretending to realize only now she had entered the room.

“Oh (Y/N), to what do I owe the honour of your visit?” he asked, his voice revealing the obvious anger he felt at the moment. “Wouldn’t you rather be snogging that Jacob kid?”

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anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking, we know how Keith reacts to losing Shiro but how would it be the other way around? We know next to nothing about how shiro deals with grief, since he seems to bottle things up but given how he seems much closer with Keith than with the Holts his reaction could be different. Idk, their relationship just fascinates me.

Oh, good question! Remember when he lost Allura–how he immediately takes the blame, is very visibly upset and then launches a rescue mission immediately? Ya, I imagine it’d probably be something like that. And actually, I think BOM gives us some really good insight as to how he’d react. When he sees how the trial’s progressing, he yells “You’re going to kill him!” And the idea that he’s supposed to just calmly accept that, that he’s supposed to just stand there and let Keith die? It makes him livid

Like, this boy literally tried to fight off everyone in the base and had to be restrained before lashing out and running off–only to think it was a good idea to try and take them all on again, simply because he cares about Keith that much. So I think, in the moment, Shiro would be furious. You can also glean this from watching the battle in Stayin’ Alive. Keith is in Yellow lion, and there’s this part where Yellow gets hit and both him and Hunk scream. Shiro goes from upset and concerned to blind rage in like 5 seconds flat. When someone hurts Shiro’s team, his knee jerk reaction is strike back

You don’t fuck with Shiro’s team, because that boy is a storm

Going back to BOM, you can really see the fear in Shiro’s eyes–that moment when he stops and thinks What if this is it? What if I really lose him? Shiro and Keith are both very protective of one another, and it really shows. While Fake Shiro only offers to help Keith stand and then ignores his wound, our boy is hanging onto him the whole time. Holding him close enough that no one can tear him away–supporting his weight while he gets his bearings and shielding him from the BOM’s wrath. And that little moment when he finally reaches Keith and just stops and stares? The very thought of losing Keith leaves him paralyzed. He also looks incredibly guilty and remorseful. 

I know it’s meant as a joke and everyone just kinda laughs it off, but back in Across the Universe? When Keith opens up and smiles, fondly tells Shiro “My life would be a lot different without you”? All Shiro says is, “Yeah. You wouldn’t have crashed a flying lion on an alien planet, and be stuck with little hope of rescue. So, you’re welcome.” And I mean, ya, Shiro has this very gallows sense of deadpan humor. But I think that particular choice of words still says a lot. If anything happened to Keith, I think Shiro really would believe it was somehow his fault, like he had ruined Keith’s life by “dragging him into this.”

So yeah, if Shiro did lose Keith, I think he’d be in a really bad place. He made Keith his successor because “I know what you’re capable of”–he looked at Keith and he saw hope. The possibility that he would somehow outlive Keith is something I don’t think he’s ever even considered. Because for him, Keith is the future. And the fact that Keith refuses, that he looks back at Shiro and affirms time and again that he’s that black paladin, that he’s going to make it, I think Shiro was really touched by that. 

If Keith were to just disappear, I firmly believe Shiro would do everything in his power to get him back 

And I mean…considering that Lotor’s half-galra and all his generals are half-galra and that he likes the idea of making his enemies swear their loyalty to him,, uh…it’s very likely that he might well take a personal interest in Keith at some point. And if the galra empire were to ever get their hands on him, I think Shiro would go on a warpath 

Since episode 5, we’ve assumed that the chain of events in the trailer is reversed-reversed (beginning with Isak who gets hurt instead of Even etc), but what if we’ve been wrong? What if it actually starts with Sana who trips Noora? I think it would make a lot of sense now since Noora’s been such a huge part of the plot, and lately it’s been visible that Sana has been particularly annoyed at her. What if Sana used Noora’s email to verify the @ saranors2 account, since this will result in Noora getting emails if someone tries to report the account. It would actually make sense since the password has been shown such a lot of times, that is not a coincidence.
This might affect the other girls too which leads to the following events. I think that Vilde’s mother’s alcoholism will be revealed and that is what will make her fall. Unfortunately, Eva and chris haven’t been that huge parts of the plot and as background characters, we don’t know their struggles.
I think that this will end with Even getting the blame for sharing the screenshots. Since the “before or after” picture, we know that he has access to Isak’s social media and he could easily read these conversations between Isak and Sara. I think that Sara might believe Isak if he tells her he’s innocent, but will she believe that Even is too? Maybe not, since we know that he posted things at Bakka when he had an episode and this will maybe lead to people assuming that he’s capable of doing that again. In the trailer he gets hit in the face with a phone on a selfie stick. Which app so you usually post selfies to? Instagram. He literally gets hit by social media.
And Sana will probably feel insanely guilty since she just wanted vengeance and defence. Shits bout to go down yall.

In honor of Annabeth’s birthday I wrote a little fic, it’s in the same timeline as this fic you don’t have to read it to understand this fic, but it would give you a better understanding of the plot. This story was supposed to be written last year but I had a little accident with scissors and my had and I wasn’t able to write. Huge thanks to @quietlykeen for being my beta and to @nerdyadventures to allow me to yell my writing frustrations at her, you guys are the best <3


It’s not that she was expecting her friends to do something for her birthday…but she was kind of expecting them to do something for her birthday and a part of her felt guilty for thinking like that.  They had asked her if she had wanted to spend her birthday in Xcaret, a natural water park, but Annabeth had politely declined. She wasn’t a big fan of her birthday, she usually spent it at camp where her cabin and friends celebrate her during the campfire but with the loom of the war coming, her last few birthdays had barely been acknowledged. There was also the fact she didn’t like to remember her last birthday, her seventeenth one. She didn’t even realize her birthday had passed until she and Percy had been safe and sound in the Argo II and they had realized what day it was and honestly, she felt like there was nothing to celebrate. She wasn’t sure why she declined to celebrate her eighteenth birthday at the water park but it just didn’t feel right. Her friends did the second best they could, they went to Xcaret the day before her birthday and they spoil her and let her choose where to go first.

She wasn’t gonna lie, she absolutely enjoyed the day they spent there. It was a happy thought knowing it was just a normal day of her friends hanging out not celebrating her. They had arrived home late that night, all tired and happy and ready for bed time…well almost everyone. The day at the underwater rivers and the ocean had filled Percy with energy and while the others were sleeping in their rooms, Annabeth had started her birthday with her boyfriend between her legs. Annabeth wasn’t surprised to wake up when the sun was all the way up, her body aching from a mix of the day before and Percy worshiping her at night.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Annabeth turned to where Percy’s voice came from he was leaning against the bathroom frame door, and Annabeth took a few seconds to appreciate her boyfriend; his jeans hung low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out from under them. Excluding a shirt resting on his shoulder, his torso was naked. Annabeth smiled at the sight of his abs, his hair wet from the shower or from the ocean, she wasn’t sure. “You missed breakfast.”

Annabeth picked up her phone, the numbers 11:35 AM making her groan. “I guess I have you to blame for that, don’t I?”

He smirked at her. “I didn’t hear you complaining about keeping you up last night.” Annabeth threw him a pillow, but sleep was still in her body and the pillow didn’t reach him. He laughed at her. “Come on, are you gonna stay all day in bed? We are all being lazy in the living room.”

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somebody responded to us posting that emma watson is a clueless activist with this

and i’m just like… yeah because emma watson was born to rich parents and got sent to a freaking private boarding school in oxford and getting tutored in drama from a very young age, and landed a role in a very visible movie franchise .

like… both people who work on this blog are lower middle class at absolute best. if i had a rich mummy and daddy that sent me to rich people school and paid for a better education then maybe i would be a some kind of ambassador that makes speeches that don’t say anything as well, but instead i’m just a local activist who tries to support people in the best way she can with the resources she has.

for what it’s worth i’m from roughly the same geographic area as emma and i’m just like… maybe if i was a rich pretty cis girl i could work for the UN in promoting equality in an ineffective way too, but instead i’m working class, transgender and finding it hard to even get a job as a shitty position in the same city she went to school, all because we both played the cards we got dealt and she happened to have all aces.

jesus. think before you speak, y’know?

What I wish I could tell my
younger self

1) I know you’ve had a hard time as a child and a teenager. I know that the memories weigh you down and the kids at school beat you with their words. But listen to me, that does not define who you no matter how much you think it does. It says more about them than it does about you. The memories will still haunt you but remember, you are none of the things that they labeled you, nor does what you saw as a child define you.

2) I know you feel everything. There are days when you’re so weighed down with sadness and grief that it suffocates you. That no one really understands and try to explain it away but you’re not crazy or dramatic. Just know that there is light at the end of that tunnel and that it will get better once you take that first step into helping yourself.

3) You will lose friends that you thought you would have forever and it will hurt. You will question yourself asking what you did wrong and the answer is nothing. They showed their true colors that you will see more and more as time passes on. Their selfishness that you tried to explain away. I know it hurts but you are better off without the negativity.

4) I know now that you constantly see all of your “flaws” that you feel you have to put on makeup everyday to cover those acne scars and make yourself feel and look pretty so people won’t judge you. That you won’t wear shorts because you’re afraid that a hint of cellulite will be visible. All of those things are trivial because everyone has “flaws” and it doesn’t make you any less beautiful. One day you won’t even care that you have no makeup on or that your “flaws” are visible. You will be content with who you are. And there will be a special guy who comes along and shows you that you are beautiful no matter what.

5) You can’t make someone love you no matter how hard you try. I know the pain will be unbearable and you will try everything to get him back. You’ll spend hours on your phone looking up ways to make him come back because you can’t stand being apart. But the truth is you can’t force someone to stay with you, you can’t control them no matter how crippling the pain is. You must give him a chance to breath and you must let him leave, no matter how much you don’t want to.

6) Love is not a fairytale. I know it takes you by surprise when things turn out differently than you thought. It’s okay to have arguments and disagreements, that’s life. Nothing is perfect. So try not to be too hard on him because you built a fantasy in your mind.

7) Don’t compare yourself to others. I know you feel behind when you see everyone getting married and having kids and their life figured out. The truth is there is no rush, take your time and enjoy where you’re at. Everything will come when it supposed to. When you finally see that you’ll realize that where you’re at isn’t so bad.

8) I know you’ve felt different. You’re quiet and a deep thinker. You’ve always felt so much older than everyone. Things affect you, especially from your past and that’s okay. It’s not bad to feel everything so deeply, it’s not a curse as you once thought. It’s better to be kind than to not care at all. You are rare and that’s not a bad thing. You are a kind caring person and don’t let anyone or anything make you feel any different. You’ve had a bumpy road but don’t let that derail you because you are a fighter, you are strong.

—  Advice to my younger self ||
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⌦ characters: jungkook, an idol that gets jealous and insecure easily but in the cutest ways. y/n, the idol’s playful long distance girlfriend that also happens to be a heavy sleeper and his rock.

⌦ genre + plot: fluff, smut mention, angst. the long-distance couple stays in touch via daily facetime calls and the occasional visit, but even then they crave each other. the idol acts on those desires, but not without a few bumps.

⌦ wc: 3,595

muse: bts’ jeongguk



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