i-hate-trust

Listen, if you like kids great! Good for you! I sorta can see why you like them. They can be cute and funny and silly.


However ive seen an increasing amount of posts saying how if people hate kids they cant be trusted or theyre disgusting.


And while i cant fucking stand kids guess what? Even if i dont like them im not an asshole to them. Most of us who dont like kids arent.


We just dont find kids enjoyable. We dont like the amount of noise they make, we dont like the messes they make, we dont like the work they need. We find them annoying yeah but even with that? Most of the time we wont be assholes because we know what its like to have adults and teens be dicks to us.


So can those posts about how “if you hate kids i dont trust you/youre a terrible person/youre missing part of your life/no one should trust you” stop? Some people just dont fucking like kids. Lay off.

Pouring your heart and soul into someone and then they decide they don’t want you anymore is the worst possible feeling in the world. And when they seem to just move on to someone else like they never even cared about you it hurts more than anything. I am tired of being hurt. I am tired of being used. This is why I have trust issues. When I love I love with all my heart. I don’t have anymore feeling to give anymore. I’m just exhausted and empty. I’m sorry.

POPULAR TEXT POSTS + ASK MEME  (  PART 3  )

❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜
❛ idc (i do care) ❜
❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜
❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜
❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜
❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜
❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜
❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜
❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜
❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜
❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜
❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜
❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜
❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜
❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜
❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜
❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜
❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜
❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜
❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜
❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜
❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜
❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜
❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜
❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜
❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜
❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜
❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜
❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜
❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜
❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜
❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜
❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜
❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜
❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜
❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜
❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜
❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜
❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜
❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜
❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜
❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜
❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜
❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜
❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜
❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜
❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜
❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜
❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜
❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜
❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜
❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜
❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜
❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜
❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜
❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜
❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜
❛ me? cancelled ❜
❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜
❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜
❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜
❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜
❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜
❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜
❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜
❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜
❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜
❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜
❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜
❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜
❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜
❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜
❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜
❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜
❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜
❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜
❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜
❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜
❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜
❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜
❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜
❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜
❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜
❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜
❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜
❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜
❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜
❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )

what does love mean to me?

what does love mean to me. i’m not really sure i asked myself this question a lot. i didn’t have a childhood filled with love and affection. so i think that my sense of love, the way it looks, how it feels, the way it’s expressed is very warped. for me growing up “love was” a slap in the face. a hole through the wall. it was belittlement and hatred. i didn’t see what love really was until a brown eyed girl walked into my life at easily the most unexpected time. now don’t get me wrong im not here to reminisce about past relationships or things left unsaid. but when she came into my life i had nothing. i was nothing. i was really fucked up. i struggled, i cried, i screamed, and i panicked. i was a mess to say the least.
but she learned to love that mess, the tornado that i was, that i always believed i would be, destroying everything and everyone in my path. its why i always said i couldn’t love anyone, let alone be loved by anyone. to be told i love you 18 days after the first time you meet someone is crazy right? at least i thought it was. but i was wrong. i thought no one could possibly love me after that short amount of time she doesnt know anything about me yet. but the walls crumbled down one by one. i fell along with them. but she did her best to pick me back up. she spent over 400 days loving me. and in those 400 days i saw love. for the first time in my life i saw love for what it really was. i mean love in every sense of the form, to me love is the way her parents cheered at her games, or the way that they laughed endlessly playing stupid boardgames, love is pushing someone to be the best version of themselves, love is the way i found friends in people i thought i hated. love is trusting. love is letting go. love is crazy, unexplainable, and unimaginable. i learned that love, in that time whether it be picking you up off the bathroom floor, stopping you from jumping off the top of a parking garage, or may it be writing your final flashcards with you, or staying up until 3 am watching criminal minds in a fort built in the living room. love is unconditional. love is love. love means going all in even if it means you’re going to get hurt. because in the end its the only thing worth getting hurt for.

I hate you for all the lies you’ve told me. I hate you for playing with my feelings. I hate you for making me doubt anyone’s intention to me. I hate you for breaking my trust. I hate you for putting me this kind of feeling. I hate you for making me feel that no one’s good enough for me. I hate your for making me think that no one will treat me right. I hate you for making me think that everyone’s like you, that they won’t take me seriously. I hate you. I really hate you.
—  but i’m not mad, i’m just hurt / girlbehindthisblog
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Alec seeing Magnus’ cat eyes for the first time

“No, don’t.” Alec said. He raised his hands and gently put it on Magnus’. “Don’t do that.” Carefully he led Magnus’ hands away from his eyes and, still holding them, lowered both of their arms together. “Why not?” Magnus asked, his voice trembling. Magnus held on to Alec’s hands, not daring to let go of them because he knew if he did he would hide his eyes again. But clearly Alec wanted to look at them. So he let him, but the warlock wanted to avoid Alec’s stare of potential fear so bad that he couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere else than the ground. “Because you don’t have to. Please just… just look at me.” Alec answered, putting all the gentleness and reassurance he had in this one sentence to make Magnus believe he meant it and there was nothing for him to be ashamed of. He watched Magnus and knew from the look on his face that this was the least thing the warlock wanted to do in that moment. Magnus fought with himself, he knew it, but he also needed to look at him in order for Alec to tell him all the things he wanted to tell him. Then, after a few seconds, Magnus took a deep breath and did the bravest thing he ever did in all the years he lived. He raised his head to look at Alec.

He did it. His hideous warlock mark was exposed in front of one of the few Shadowhunters he ever truly loved. All the wards he built around himself, his soul, his heart, his eyes, removed by a single look at the boy. Magnus was sure he never looked as vulnerable as he did now, standing in the middle of his living room, just looking at the boy he loved so much, his hands shaking while still holding on to Alec’s. He was also never as afraid of someone’s reaction as he was now in this very moment, because thousands of people reacted in the same, humiliating, mortifying way. And he wasn’t sure if he could take another one from someone so close to his heart he didn’t want to ever lose.

Alec’s eyes widened as he fully saw Magnus’ amazing yellow-green cat eyes for the first time. He still held Magnus’ hands and felt them shaking in his. “You’re… they’re… I… I don’t… I’m… ” Alec stammered as he kept on staring at them. His mind just blacked out at the sight of Magnus’ warlock mark that he now stood there and was out of words. He knew he needed to say something, he wanted to say something, he wanted to talk to Magnus so badly and tell him so many things at once, but now he just couldn’t think of anything to say. Even Alec’s jaw now began to drop a tiny bit.

Magnus knew it would be that way. He knew it. Why did he even hope for some other reaction from a Shadowhunter than the usual one. Alec wasn’t as different from the others as he thought in the end. If he would just start talking instead of just standing there and staring at him, obviously shocked. If he would just show his fear, his disgust like everyone else did. Magnus couldn’t take the silence any longer. He felt his eyes start to tear up, the last thing he needed right now. He hated to cry in front of people. He bit his lip and hoped it would help, but it didn’t. “Please, Alec. Say something.” Magnus nearly whispered and only barely managed to not let his voice break. “Say anything, but just please stop this silence.”

“I’m trying Magnus, I really am.” Alec answered. He took a second to clear his thoughts. “But… your eyes, they… they look so…” He stopped. He searched for the right word to say. Good, great, amazing, wonderful, stunning. None of these words seemed to fit to describe the beauty that was his boyfriend’s mark. Suddenly, a tear started to roll down Magnus’ cheek. “Ugly? Hideous? Unnatural?” Magnus ended Alec’s sentence, his voice shaky. He freed his hands out of Alec’s grip and let them hang loose at his sides. Blinking away tears he met Alec’s eyes, who was now looking at him even more shocked than before. “There’s nothing I haven’t heard yet, Alec. I believe I know what you’re thinking. So go on. Tell me how hideous I am. Tell me I’m a monster. Tell me you don’t want to have anything to do with a filthy demon spawn.” Magnus balled his hands into fists, desperately trying to prevent himself from crying even more. But nothing worked. “Do you think I haven’t seen that exact reaction hundreds of times before? Do you think I don’t know people are acting nice but are actually scared of me? I might act like I don’t care but do you know what? It hurts. It hurts somewhere deep inside me and it already hurt more times than I could count.” Tears were now streaming down his face, he didn’t look at Alec anymore, avoided eye contact because he felt so ashamed of himself once again, and this time it was even worse because it was his dear Alexander. As he spoke the next sentence, his voice finally started cracking. “I thought you were different. Different from all your Shadowhunter friends who think they’re oh so better than everyone else. Who don’t have a problem with calling me “Warlock” as if it were the filthiest curse word, who don’t even really look at me once they’ve seen my mark, who don’t consider for one second that I might as well have something like feelings. You’re all just the same.”

Alec went utterly silent, honestly shocked of what Magnus just said. He wanted to hold him, kiss him and tell him he wasn’t like that. He wanted to heal the broken part of Magnus’ soul, wanted him to forget all the words people insulted him with, all the heartbreaks. He wanted to tell him his eyes were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. That was the word he was searching for before. Beautiful. Alec reached out his hands to take Magnus’ again and tell him all of that, but just as he was about to move closer to him and start talking, Magnus flinched away from his touch. “That’s… that’s not true, Magnus. Believe me.” Alec began, his hand still stretched out a few inches in front of Magnus’.

“You know it’s true. And it’s horrible. Every single time it’s horrible.” Magnus answered in a chocked voice. “Ever since I was a kid and my mother killed herself after she saw them the first time, I hated showing them to anyone.” He pointed at his eyes. “Even my own mother thought I’m a monster. And there were many after her that thought and still think the same. Now even the boy I thought I could trust.” He hated it, but right in the moment he looked at Alec as he said the last sentence, everything came crushing down on him. All the insults, the hurt he always tried to conceal with witty remarks and so many more buried pain he had to bare because he was what he was and he had what he had.

“Don’t you dare say that, Magnus!” Alec couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed his boyfriend’s shoulders. “You’re wrong.” There followed a silence where just Magnus’ sniffling was audible. Alec reached up to Magnus’ face to carefully wipe a tear away that slowly made its way down his right cheek, where Alec let his hand rest. Magnus closed his eyes and lowered his head. “I don’t think your cat eyes are hideous Magnus. They’re part of who you are. And people who won’t accept that are stupid. Don’t you dare think I would be disgusted or afraid or anything of you. Don’t you dare ever think that!” “You… you really mean that?” Magnus asked after he processed what Alec just said, his eyes still closed. “Yes I do.” Magnus’ mouth formed itself into a little relieved smile, he again could feel tears coming up. But now they were happy tears. His boyfriend did actually accept who he was, he couldn’t believe it.

Magnus was so incredibly happy, he put his hand over Alec’s on his cheek and let himself draw closer to Alec. He felt Alec putting his other hand under his chin. “Open your eyes my dear.” he said and raised Magnus’ chin up so that he was looking at Alec when he opened his eyes a few moments later. “You actually mean that, Alexander?” Magnus asked quietly, only to convince himself even more. “Yes.” “You really do?” “Magnus I assure you, I swear by the Angel, I mean it.” Magnus was still red- and wet eyed, but he grinned. A vow to the Angel. From a Shadowhunter. That was something. But just to be really sure, he narrowed his eyes and asked again. “By what angel?”

“Dear god, Magnus.” Alec now grinned too. He put his other hand on Magnus’ left cheek, so that the warlock’s face was cupped and looked him deep in the eyes. “I swear, on the Angel Raziel, that I, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, accept you, Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, as you are. You have cat eyes and that’s okay. You don’t ever have to be ashamed, and you better don’t ever think that I hate them again, because I don’t. Is that good enough of an oath to you?” Magnus looked very serious during Alec’s vow, but began to smile again now and that was all Alec needed to know it was good enough.

“It was. It really was Alexander. And I swear I will never let myself believe again that you wouldn’t accept who I am.” He put his hands on Alec’s hip, and because Alec still cupped his face, he didn’t have any other choice but to look at Alec and smile at him. He felt Alec moving closer to him, but before he could bend down to kiss him, Magnus had to get another thing off his chest. A few weeks ago, he had told Alec that he unlocked something in Magnus but he wasn’t aware that the Shadowhunter boy he didn’t even know that long, managed to unlock parts of Magnus’ soul he didn’t show anyone but himself before. “Alexander… you should know though, that until this day, I try really hard to accept my mark. Some days I don’t have a problem with showing them, at least when I’m not around mundanes. But there are some days where I just hate them. Especially after someone once again showed me what he thinks of them. Be it through looks or through insults. On those days I hate them so incredibly much because all they ever did was bring me pain. That’s why I mostly glamour them, why I didn’t show them to you from the beginning. That’s why I didn’t want you to see them, because I was sure the minute you’d see them you would end all of this. As so many before you did. But you didn’t and I’m forever incredibly grateful for that. But Alexander, the truth is that I doubt I’ll ever fully accept my mark. You know, my cat eyes, they are…” “… beautiful.” Alec quietly ended the sentence.

Alec ended Magnus’ sentence with the one word he thought would ever be remotely accurate to  describe the yellow-green colouring of the irises and the perfectly slit-shaped pupils of his boyfriend’s eyes. A moment later, the most amazing eyes he ever saw widened and the pupils thickened a tiny bit. “They’re… they’re what?” Magnus asked surprised. Did he just not get that right or did Alec just say his eyes were… beautiful? His mark has been called many things, many many things, but never beautiful. Interesting, fascinating, captivating, those were some of the best things they’ve been called by people who actually liked Magnus. But beautiful was utterly new. And unexpected. Very very unexpected. Magnus stared at Alec with disbelief in his wide open eyes.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Alec asked gently, stroked the warlock’s left cheek with his thumb and watched Magnus slowly shake his head afterwards. “No one ever called them that Alexander. No one. Not once. I didn’t think anyone would ever do. I don’t even believe it myself, how should anyone else ever think that?” he said sadly, his grip on Alec’s hips getting tighter to remind himself he’s actually there and actually just said that. He watched as Alec moved his head closer to his and felt his hands moving down to Magnus’ shoulder again. And there it was. The smile he loved so incredibly much. The gentle tiny, light-up-the-world Alec-smile. “Oh Magnus.” Alec whispered, if to himself or to Magnus, he didn’t know.  

There was now barely any space left beween them and the remaining space got filled with Alec gently resting his forehead against Magnus’. Alec holding Magnus by the shoulders and Magnus holding Alec by the hips, their foreheads touching they stood there for a few moments, just looking at each other, until Alec cleared his throat and whispered “They’re so so beautiful, they’re… you’re so beautiful.” Alec brought his head even closer to Magnus’ than it already was and had his lips now nearly touching Magnus’. They both let their lips hovering over each others for a few hearbeats. “My god, you’re so beautiful.” Alec whispered against Magnus’ lips and finally, finally kissed him.

They kissed once before, at Alec’s almost-wedding with Lydia. But that kiss was totally utterly different to the one they shared now. The wedding kiss was fierce, intense and full of desire from both of them. The kiss now was slow, gentle, intense in a whole other meaning. Alec was so incredibly tender, he wanted Magnus to know how ridiculously in love he was with him, wanted him to believe everything he just said through that kiss. They both could feel each others heart beat, Alec realizing that right now, in that moment, both their hearts beat as one. It felt like they shared one heart together, which Alec was sure, was actually the case from now on. Magnus felt it too and was taken aback in the best way he could imagine, that after all those years, he finally found true love again. And not only true love. He found someone who would fight with him against any evil in this world and he couldn’t describe to anyone how happy and grateful he was for that.

They both weren’t sure how much time had passed during the kiss, but they were both still standing, Alec now cupping Magnus’ face again and both of them not wanting to move their head away from the other. Alec started to whisper against Magnus’ lips again. “You’re so beautiful Magnus.” “You already said that.” Magnus whispered back and smiled, he now cupped Alec’s face too. “I know but… it seemed worth repeating. And I will repeat it over and over again until you believe it. And even then I will tell you again and again.” “You’re so sure I will eventually believe it?” Magnus asked. He honestly wanted to know if someone could actually do that. “I will help you to.” Alec answered and brushed his lips against Magnus’. “You know why?” “Why?” “Because…” Alec placed a kiss on the edge of Magnus’ mouth. “… you should know you’re beautiful…” Another kiss on Magnus’ left cheekbone. “… just the way you are.” A third one on the edge of his mouth again. Alec closed his eyes. “Magnus Bane, you are the most beautiful human being there ever was and ever will be. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. The people who don’t appreciate you don’t deserve to even be in your presence. They don’t deserve you, because you are so kind, so loving, and so incredibly optimistic even after living so long. They don’t deserve you, because you deserve the universe. You don’t know it, but I do.”

“My dear Alexander, how do I deserve you?” Magnus asked in a husky voice, being very moved from Alec’s little speech. “I just told you. You needed someone to tell you the truth.” Magnus let out a sigh and pulled Alec into a tight hug, because right now he didn’t have any other idea what to do. “I know and I thank you a thousand times for that. But I have to note one thing. You said ‘human being’…” “Yes, and?” “You know I’m a warlock. I’m not a human being.” “Technically, yes. But not to me. To me you are exactly what I said.” Alec answered and buried his face in Magnus’ neck. “I wish I knew how to find the words to describe to you what this all means to me. Until I find them, thank you. Just thank you, Alexander.” He began to stroke Alec’s hair and felt the boy smile against his shoulder. “And I promise you, no glamouring of my cat eyes anymore when we’re together. Because a certain someone told me I don’t have to change myself. And I won’t.” he added and began to smile himself. As an answer, Alec squeezed him a little tighter for a second.

So they stood there for a few minutes, until Alec started asking questions like “What happens if you’re pissed? Do your pupils then get three times their normal size? Oh my god, can you see in the dark?” and some more. Magnus had to get himself a glass of wine. He was in the middle of pouring him a glass in as he heard Alec shout from the living room “Will you ever stop drinking?” “I don’t think so, Alexander.” he answered and grinned.

Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 9

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5k

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta!

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8

“I’m gonna have to talk with him.”

“No, (Y/n).” Sam breathed out seeing the expression on your face “No, please. I- I can talk with him, you don’t seem in the state to-”

“I’m in the perfect state, Sam.” you huffed, taking Mary from his arms, but you were more hurt about something else “I told him, I made it clear that he and Mary could not see each other and he-”

“Should just accept it? Gosh, (Y/n) do you even hear what you’re saying?” the anger was evident in his voice, hell frustration, but his expression and everything else showed how calm he was – for Mary obviously – and you averted your eyes, kissing your daughter’s forehead. You almost recoiled at his words. In all the years you’d been with Sam you had seen him angry and let down only a few times, and each of them you didn’t dare say a word as it made you realize the seriousness of the situation.

“This is Dean we’re talking about, my brother Dean. He’s the most stubborn man you’d meet in your entire life. He never goes down without a fight for what he wants and now with Mary- did you really think he was just going to let you keep him away from her like that? He was just too shocked, even if he didn’t admit it, and he was a wreck for hurting you so he did’t insist on it, but- he’s not going to stop wanting to see her.”

“I only want her to be happy.” you whispered, Sam’s words cutting you like a knife. Maybe you had been too heartbroken when you saw Dean was leaving, maybe too disappointed and angry at the same time and you couldn’t control your actions or words, and it all lead to you looking like the worst mother ever but it was the only thing that lessened the pain and that in your foggy mind had made sense.

“And I know that, I understand that- better than anyone, remember?” he whispered, getting closer as he palced a hand on the small back of your daughter who only looked between the two of you with a frown.

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I hate you
I hate you
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I hate that I trusted you
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—  I hate you - @lyrics-of-a-lost-soul
How the Signs Say "I Love You"
  • aries: "you mean so much to me"
  • taurus: "you drive me crazy"
  • gemini: "let's get out of here"
  • cancer: "i wouldn't be able to function without you"
  • leo: "please..."
  • virgo: "you're my fucking everything"
  • libra: "thank you..."
  • scorpio: "i love you."
  • sagittarius: "i hate you"
  • capricorn: "i trust you"
  • aquarius: "you're all i need"
  • pisces: "don't leave me"

“Sometimes I just worry you secretly hate me.”

“I don’t secretly do anything. If I hated you, trust me, you’d know.”

“I’m annoying you with this, aren’t I?”

“Can we not do this now?”

“Oh god, I am.”

They closed their eyes. “It’s annoying, yeah, that you won’t let me feel anything without making it a huge personal slight. No, I don’t hate you. And I know you can’t help it, I’m not blaming you for anything. I just can’t spend every second of my life reassuring you.”

Me: I love Joji and trust him with all my heart despite never having met him

Also me: Joji,,, I fucking hate you,,, I don’t trust a word you say,,, bread eating bastard

[This fic was requested by the ever so lovely @legolasothranduilion and I think it may be the longest fic I’ve posted on here. I guess I got carried away, or made a mess of things, we’ll see. Fair warning, there are quite a few time skips so I apologize if anything is confusing]

                       I bolted upright in bed, my skin was drenched in sweat and a violent sob tore from my throat. I looked around the room but it had been just a dream, my mom was really dead but she wasn’t here with me.
           "Hey, don’t do that,“
           Barry was suddenly there, pulling me into his arms I held him to me for a couple of minutes before pulling away.
           "I’m sorry; I just had a dream about flashpoint. I just… it was such a big mistake, we shouldn’t have gone back but Barry it was simultaneously the best and worst mistake we could have made,” I croaked, and he squeezed my hand.
           "I know, I miss them too,“ he whispered.
           "We made such a mess of things, didn’t we? Cisco will barely talk to me, everything is different, Julian,” I felt a flutter in my stomach but chose to ignore it, “Julian hates us both, how do we even do this?”
           Barry smiled gently, “Together, just like we always have,”
           I smiled back at him, “How did you know I needed you?” I asked.
           He laughed lightly, “Twin telepathy,” he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck before growing more serious.
           "I had the same dream, I woke up wanting to see you and it’s a good thing I did,“
           "We’ll have to be at work in a few hours, do you want to watch Netflix with me until then?”
           "Sure,“ he said softly.

***

           "I brought coffee and donuts,” I set the box and tray down on my desk.
           "I’ll pass,“ Julian said sourly but I set the coffee on his desk anyway with a donut on top of a napkin beside it.
           "Where’s that intolerable brother of yours anyway?”
           No matter how fast Barry could run he was always late to work but he was too good at what he did to be fired for it, damn him.
           "He was asked to run an errand for Jo-“
           Julian gave me a pointed look over his microscope.
           "Detective West,” I corrected myself, before moving behind my desk and opening one of my files.
           When I had arrived to this timeline with Barry and we had met Julian it became startlingly clear that he didn’t like us, in fact, he loathed us. And yet part of me had felt something for him and that feeling had only begun to grow in spite of Julian’s cruel and sarcastic disposition. I remember defending Julian to Barry when we went out with Joe and Iris one day and all Barry could say was,
           "Of all the guys you could have picked from you choose the one that hates you?“
           When he said it like that it didn’t sound great at all, but I liked to think there was more to Julian than we knew about. If he was this passionate about people he hated I couldn’t help but wonder how passionate he would be about the people he loved.
           "If you’re going to stare at me instead of doing you work I don’t know why you bothered to come at all. At least your brother doesn’t show, whereas you sit at your desk with a ridiculous look on your face creating an illusion of productivity,” he grumbled, moving from his telescope to type something on his laptop.
           I narrowed my eyes at him, “I really think you need that coffee,”
           Julian snorted.
           "And you can criticize my work ethic and productivity all you want, but at the end of the day, I’ve opened and closed more cases than you have,“
           He looked up at me with a cold look on his face and I took a long drink of my coffee without breaking his gaze.
           "But that’s none of my business,”
           "Allen, Albert, we have a situation,“ the chief said as he entered the room.
           Julian and I looked at each other briefly before we both rose.

***Julian’s P.O.V***

           If there was one saving grace for Y/N Allen it was that she took her job seriously, unlike her brother. Sure, there were some days where she would drop off the face of the planet but at least she didn’t expect any special treatment for her absence. She accepted any consequence or task silently, she made up for the days she missed unlike her brother.
           For a second I spared her a glance, she was a few feet away talking to the chief and some of the witnesses. Though she was better at the hands on work she always seemed to step aside whenever her brother miraculously arrived. She had her hair up today as usual, she wore a dress in a rich purple with a simple cardigan but that particular shade of purple made her blue eyes even more startling.
           I looked away from her rolling my eyes at myself on the inside. I hated her less than her brother, but I still hated her. I didn’t trust them. I couldn’t.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I returned to Barry’s side just as he invited Julian to the movie in the park.
           "It should be fun, we’d be happy to have you,” I chimed in with a welcoming, if slightly anticipatory smile.
           "That’s a very enticing offer, Allen’s, but I’m actually seeing my girlfriend tonight, so,“
           "Oh,” Barry and I both breathed out in unison, only Barry kept talking.
           I didn’t know he was seeing anybody. Now I just felt like an idiot, I mean I was probably an idiot before but now I felt like a bigger idiot and Barry could tell. I left them then, I felt stupid just being there and I began to bag up the body. I was grateful that when Barry came to help he didn’t say anything.

***The Next Day***

I clutched the wound on my stomach, rolling onto my side I watched as Savitar froze and vanished. Barry collapsed and relief washed over me. He was okay, we were okay, but what the hell just happened?
           "Y/N, are you okay?“ Caitlin asked, coming to my side.
           "I was just thrown around like a ragdoll and impaled by a metal giant, but other than that I am just Peachy,” I grunted.

***

           Once Caitlin had me stitched up and on the mend I didn’t stay there for long or go home for that matter, instead I went to work. Julian was there and he looked at me with distaste as usual before returning to his task.
           "Where’s your brother?“
           "There’s a family issue-”
           "And you’re not family?“ Julian said sarcastically.
           I flinched.
           "I umm, I figured I’d be more useful here,”
           "Unlikely, but that’s none of my business,“ he mocked me.
           I wasn’t in the mood to be mocked or insulted by him so I walked over to my desk and sat down quietly.
           "Did you have a nice time last night?”
           I decided to omit saying with his girlfriend.
           "Does it matter?“
           Deciding complete silence was my only option I began to work on a report. After everything that has happened, even now when he is being such an asshole, why do I feel a bit better here? Why do I find the banter (which I usually partake in) so comforting? Why is it that I can’t find any comfort amongst my brother and his friends yet I feel better just sitting across from Julian.
           "I don’t remember much of last night to be honest,”
            I perked up, “Oh, so you must have had a good time,” I laughed lightly, while continuing to type.
           "Yes, I suppose I must’ve,“ but he had taken that sarcastic tone again.
           "Did something happen with your girlfriend?” I’d regret asking that later but this was the most progress we had made conversationally.

***Julian’s P.O.V***

           "My what?“ I demanded.
           Her eyes widened a fraction, "Your girlf- I’m sorry you told Barry yesterday that you- I must have heard wrong I’m so sorry-”
           Her embarrassment was amusing, cute, and frustrating all at once.
           "That was an excuse,“ I said curtly.
           She turned to her work again looking rather cross with me, "And you say it’s Barry and I that can’t be trusted,”
           I glared at her, “I beg your pardon?”
           "You could have been honest with us, Barry was just being polite,“
           "He was just playing his part in the Barry Allen Show,”
           She rarely ever got really angry and when she did colour would rise to her cheeks and she would clench her fists like she was doing now. I liked being cruel to Barry because he deserved it, I was cruel to her because she had so much potential but she was wasting it. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and kind but she was throwing all of her virtues away.
           "You can think whatever you want about my brother and I, but from now on I’d appreciate it if you would keep your opinions to yourself,“
           Her tone surprised me but I moved forward in my seat anyway.
           "May I ask you a question?”
           She looked mildly surprised but cautious, “What?”
           "Why are you here?“
           Confusion knitted her brows together "I um, I work here? This is our offi-”
           "But you’re not really needed here now, are you?“
           "I’ll just ignore that because you’re obviously just being a dick right no-”
           "You’re good at your job, there is no doubt about it but I’m here and so is your brother. When he is around you fade into the background and cease to be of any use or value, so why are you here? I don’t need your brother here even though he is absent enough as it is so why would I need his shadow?“
           I had only meant to confront her, to understand why she was always handing the wheel to her brother. I wanted to know when she had accepted becoming second best to Barry. However, I did not mean for my words to cut her so deeply as to tear open a wound that had apparently already been there. She got to her feet.
           "I’m not my brother, I’m my own person-”
           "You could have fooled me-“
           "Y/N, what’s going on?” Joe had entered the room but we were only focused on each other.
           "You don’t know anything, all you do is make assumptions and sit at your desk acting like you are better than anyone who walks through that door but you’re not. You’re bitter, you’re alone, and you’re an asshole-“
           "But at least I am an individual, at least this is who I choose to be. When did you choose to be your brother? No one needs another Barry Allen, Y/N, so I’ll ask you one more time. Why. Are. You. Here?”
           She raised a hand to silence Detective West before he could speak and she cleared her throat.
           "I’m not here, I won’t be here, not anymore,“
           "What are you prattling on about?”
           "I’m saying I quit,“
           That hadn’t been what I wanted at all and I rose quickly when she began to walk to the door but I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say or what I could say. She turned back to face me as she stood in the doorway, looking as though she wanted to say more but instead she said thickly,
           "I wish you the best of luck in the future, Mr. Albert,” and with that she was gone.
           I slowly sunk back down into my seat, running a hand down my face. What did I just do?
           "Why the hell would you do something like that?“ Detective West demanded.
           "I didn’t think she’d quit-”
           "I don’t think you thought at all before saying what you just did, and as unprofessional as all of this is I think after what just happened it doesn’t really matter,“
           "Detective West-”
           "No, I’m talking now. You don’t know her, you may have worked with her for a year now but you don’t know a damn thing about Y/N. She didn’t deserve that,“
           "I know she didn’t,”
           "Then what the hell were you thinking?“
           "I wasn’t thinking… exactly. But can you honestly tell me what I said wasn’t true?” I demanded.
           "You don’t think she knows? You don’t think she is aware that even though she is Barry’s twin she is always being compared to him? She has had a hard life, her parents died, and god rest their souls, they clearly favoured Barry. And even though I love her like a daughter there was a disconnect between us that wasn’t there with Barry and I knew she could feel it. She never felt like she was good enough and she would push herself too hard. When she was eighteen she disappeared without a trace, no one could find her, we thought she was dead. Three years later she got in contact with Barry; she started sending us postcards and then he managed to talk her into coming back,“ Joe was silent for a few seconds.
           I couldn’t meet his eyes, I felt like I didn’t deserve to have been told any of that, I was too cruel to her. I had always been cruel to her, more so than Barry, because A. I didn’t trust her and B. I thought she needed a firm hand to realize she was settling for mediocrity. Though my intentions weren’t entirely good that part was, I don’t know her, but I know what she is capable of and she wasn’t utilising it at her brother’s hip.
           "She never told us what she got up to when she was gone, but I don’t think all of it was good. I know you never liked her or Barry, but bottom line is you don’t know them, and to tell you the truth, you’re missing out on two amazing people,”
           And with that he was gone. I stared down at the file on my desk before glancing over at hers; and with a violent yell I knocked everything off of my desk. I have to apologize to her, make things right, she has to know I give a damn.

***
           Both The Flash and his female companion Sonic appeared between me and the meta Caitlin Snow. What I didn’t seem to understand was why one of them didn’t just grab her from behind but I felt it best to keep my opinions to myself.
           "She’s willing to hurt someone! Knock her out!“
           Sonic turned to me and in an instant I was plunged into darkness.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I hadn’t meant to hit him so hard, even if he did have that one coming. I resisted the urge to kneel down and check on him because we had bigger problems.
           "Like you both helped your mother?”
           I rose, turning slowly, “Caitlin…” Barry and I said in unison.
           "You both keep messing with everyone’s lives, wrecking everything, and we’re left behind to pick up the pieces from your mistakes! Some things you break you can’t put back together!“
           "I can fix this,” Barry said thickly.
           "We messed up, we know that, but we’re trying to make it right. Please let us try to make this right,“ I whispered.
           "Like you made it right with Cisco? Oh wait, you didn’t. You can’t fix his family now can you? You didn’t tell Cisco you guys screwed him worst of all did you?”
           I held Barry’s hand as Caitlin turned to the camera, “You hear that Cisco? Dante was alive, healthy and happy until Barry and Y/N created flashpoint! When they reset things, that’s what killed him. They are the reason your brother is dead,”
           "Albert’s down, shoot her!“
           Barry grabbed Caitlin and we ran out of the way of the gunfire.
           "What’s our play-”
           Barry’s pain filled scream caused me to jerk around, my hands burned as I made a move to use my flames against her but she froze my torso and I couldn’t move.
           "Don’t follow me!“
           Barry and I looked between each other as she ran off and I wished with everything in me we could take back Flashpoint. I would give anything to erase what we did, even if in that timeline my parents loved me too.

*** (After Cisco confronts Barry and Y/N over the death of his brother)

           I found Cisco gearing up, when he looked at me I couldn’t help but feel like I had lost him forever. I was closer to Cisco than I was to Caitlin, I loved Caitlin and I would do anything to help her but… Cisco always knew what to say. He was my best friend and I hated that I had hurt him so badly.
           "I know you probably don’t want to listen to anything I have to say right now… I also know we don’t have long because we have to look for Caitlin… but I need you to let me attempt to explain-”
           "What’s there to explain? My brother is dead because of you and Barry, end of story.“
           "No,” I said firmly, “Not end of story,”
           He made a move to leave but I stepped in front of him, “Let me just say what I have to say and if you choose to hate me I will accept that,”
           His eyes narrowed, “Five minutes, that’s it,”
           I nodded, clearing my throat.
           "You know how you asked us to bring Dante back? You begged us, you pleaded-“
           "But you wouldn’t even though you both did it for yoursel-”
           "We did it before Dante died. We wouldn’t do it because we realized what a mistake we had made,“
           "You think that fixes things?”
           "No,“ I whispered, "No, I know nothing will ever be the same again… but you begged us to bring back Dante. You can understand that grief, that desperation… so when our dad died-”
           "You didn’t even like your dad-“
           "But he was still my dad… I was still hurting… and I couldn’t let Barry do it alone. Flashpoint was great while it lasted, but we realized how badly we screwed up. We thought we paid the consequence when we had to watch our mom die again, but it turns out we have so much more to pay for. We never meant to hurt you, we never meant to hurt anyone, we just wanted the ones we loved back too. We just didn’t realize we’d lose more people we loved in the process,” I swallowed hard.
           "I know none of this matters to you, it doesn’t bring Dante back… I just wanted you to know that we are so sorry, I’m sorry, and I hope one day I can make it right,“
           I left the room then, raising my chin and composing myself for the coming mission.

***(A few days later) Julian’s P.O.V***

           Allen had come to me to ask about the Philosophers Stone, his clear inability to tell right from wrong in regards to his friend Caitlin had served only to make me hate him more. However, I couldn’t help but risk losing a bit of my pride in asking about Y/N. I wanted to see her again, to apologize… and to perhaps tell her… I just needed to see her. There was a moment where I came close but Ms. West seemed all too eager to get in my way.
           Barry seemed less than inclined to extend any apology, but he did tell me she was doing well. She had found herself a new occupation none the less as an [insert dream occupation here]. Even though she was probably aligned with her brother in regards to this Caitlin business I hoped she was happy. I hoped one day our paths would cross again.
           ***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           Just when I think I am done with Julian Albert he is thrown back into my life. I was no longer angry at him though, I was concerned, I was concerned because Julian was Alchemy.
Only I knew in my gut that he was only a pawn, I knew it even before Joe or Barry confirmed my suspicions but Barry and I ran down to Julian’s cell regardless.
           "Have you been blacking out? Hours passing, waking up somewhere different and not being sure how you got there?”
           Julian shook his head, “No,”
           He was lying; I could tell… he was afraid.
           "No?“ I prodded.
           "No. I’ve had enough of these baseless accusations and these ridiculous theories of yours,”
           "We’re trying to help you, but you need to trust us,“ Barry said firmly.
           "Says the pair in masks,”
           Barry looked at me and we both nodded. He removed his mask first and stepped into the light. A look of pure satisfaction crossed over Julian’s face.
           "I should have known, I should have guessed it! The unexplained absences, your passion for meta’s, your general thumbing your nose at authority. I’m sure you had a good laugh behind my back. But if you’re The Flash that mean she’s-“
           I stepped forward and removed my mask, "Barry’s shadow, hello Julian,”
           He looked away from me quickly and back to Barry.
           "I seriously wish I could have told you before,“ Barry whispered.
           "So why tell me now?”
           "Because we need you to trust us, you are Alchemy. I just don’t think you’re aware of it,“ I said.

***(After everything with Savitar)***

           I didn’t go straight to Joe’s, instead I went home and had a nice long shower, got dressed, and went down to the CCPD to grab the rest of my things. For some reason after everything that happened today it seemed like a good thing to do. I was almost done when I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Julian standing in the doorway.
           "I’ll be out of here in a minute,”
           "No, please, stay as long as you like,“ he whispered.
           He looked broken, scared, and dressed for a party he said he wasn’t going to attend. I couldn’t help but soften a little towards him.
           "You look like you could use a drink,”
           "Try several,“ he laughed half heartedly.
           I reached into my box and pulled out a small bottle of brandy, "Will this work?”
           He smiled softly, “That’s excellent, thank you,”
           He leaned against the desk beside me, our arms almost touching and I took a sip of brandy before handing the bottle over to him.
           "A while back, the fifteen year old boy with the hologram, I almost killed him. The monster we were chasing was just his hologram Flash- your brother, came to save the day. And he saved me from doing something,“ he choked off and I rested a hand on his forearm.
           "You don’t have to say-”
           "Please,“ he whispered, his blue eyes meeting mine.
           "I owe you an apology and this is how it starts,”
           Squeezing his arm I took the bottle from him and took a drink before nodding to urge him to continue.
           "What’s sad was the kid was just acting because he was scared, you know? He wanted everyone to be terrified of him and to run away from the monster so he could feel powerful. I know what that’s like,“
           "So do I, but I’d like to know what you mean by that,”
           "I come from a pretty wealthy family, back in England. It’s a long line of generations of old money, tradition, nonsense really. And I was the heir, I was their firstborn son, I was supposed to inherit the lot. But I was the odd duck who would rather go in the garden and collect samples of insects. Rather than learn how to tie a Windsor knot or which fork to use first at dinner. I wanted more, you know?“
           "You made the right choice,” I whispered.
           My heart squeezed as he told me all of this. To have been so deprived of any information about him only to receive it in kind was different to say the least. I saw myself in him, only he ran away to better himself when I just… ran away.
           "I came here to do the one thing they couldn’t stop me from doing, becoming a scientist. Becoming a great scientist, and then just as I got to the top of my field the world changes over night. Meta-humans. I don’t know a single thing about meta-humans. I don’t know how they talk, how they walk, I certainly don’t know the first thing about stopping them, so,“ he took the bottle and took a long drink of brandy
           "I’m rendered useless, I suppose that’s the monster I’m running from now, just feeling powerless,”
           "Even the powerful feel powerless, Julian. Take it from someone who knows,“
           "I know. What my sad story is trying to convey is that I know what it’s like to be held up to standards and expectations that you feel you can never meet. I understand what it’s like to feel out of place, I’m truly sorry for the way I handled things. I just projected my own anger for myself onto you in a way. We are both running and I want us both to stop being so afraid, you know?”
           He looked at me when I didn’t reply and I took in his features for a moment. His face which once seemed so harsh and cold to me had grown softer and more open. I hesitantly reached out and took his hand. For a moment he looked startled before he interlaced his fingers with mine.
           "If anything I should be thanking you, you were right. I was living my life thinking that I would never measure up to Barry,“
           I let my hand drop, "But I never will measure up to him because I’m not Barry. I’m just me… it was about time I started living a life I chose for myself,”
           Clearing my throat I straightened, feeling warm from the brandy.
           "Apology accepted, and thank you,“
           "Does this mean you’ll come back to the CCPD?”
           I smiled, “You said it yourself, you guys don’t need me. I love it here, but [insert dream occupation here] is my true calling. Merry Christmas, Julian,”
           Julian rose as well so we stood a mere inches apart and I felt his hand trail down my arm.
           "There’s something else,“
           "Yeah, and what’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
           "You look beautiful tonight, you have always looked so damned beautiful I could scarcely stand it sometimes,“
           "Is that all?”
           "Not even close,“ He brushed a lock of hair from my face and I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest.
           "I have loved you, I think from the very first moment I met you with your frustrating kindness, your intolerable generosity, and your infuriating abundance of optimism. You challenge me, you make me laugh, and I find that for some reason even when I thought I hated you when I was around you, you felt like-”
           "Home?“
           His nose brushed against mine, I felt his breath on my lips as he said "Exactly,” before they pressed against mine. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting. We kissed for a long time, each second making the kiss grow in intensity before I finally pulled away.
           "How would you like to attend a Christmas party with me?“
           "It would be a privilege,”