if some if it is wrong you are absolutely welcome to correct me

rose-draconum  asked:

Ace Fred Weasley II would get one of those prank cans that when opened would create an explosion of purple and black glitter with an Ace Pride flag; he sets it off at Weasley Family Dinner to come out. Afterwards, his father is so supportive that he creates a new line of Pride gear at WWW -R

Fred II has been wanting to come out as asexual for a while now. But he wants to come out to his parent’s first, and he wants to do it in just the right way. Inspiration is slow to strike, but it’s okay. Fred’s good at waiting. He’s the kind of kid who can be the life of the party when he wants, but otherwise can go pretty unnoticed - useful for collecting all types of information that he absolutely never uses to blackmail his cousins into doing all sorts of hilarious things. Point being, Fred is patient. He wants to come out. Wants to share this with his parents. But he can wait until the time is right.

Fred really went into the muggle store on a dare. Turns out that the prank shop was a goldmine. Fred II walks out with an exploding prank can and a huge grin on his face. Dinner tonight is going to be the best. With a little creative spellwork, he transforms the green shamrocks into purple and black glitter and the snake into an ace pride flag. He’s finally ready.


The flag hovers over the table and in the brief moment of silence - a rare occurrence indeed - Fred II wonders if this was really the best way to come out. Or maybe he should have come out to just his parents. He’d just gotten so excited and wanted to share it with everyone at once -

“I KNEW it!” Rose roars, standing triumphantly up. “Pay up, suckers!” And suddenly money is being quickly exchanged between all of his cousins.

“I don’t -” Uncle Ron is saying before Hermione cuts him off, reminding him that it’s the ace pride flag.

Uncle Harry, who’s sitting the closest to him, slaps his back in a friendly manner. “Welcome to the Club,” he says. “Charlie’s president, so we don’t meet much since he’s away all the time,” he smiles and winks. Fred rolls his eyes.

Grandma is leaning over past grandpa and reaching towards his wrist. “Oh, really, now, Fred. You know I love you,” she says before turning to Teddy to give him a pointed glare. “What exactly was wrong with just coming out? Now you’ve turned it into a competition between everyone, nearly giving me a heart attack every time someone comes out,” she admonishes. 

Teddy simply winks and gives him a thumbs up, a gesture James copies.

“Thanks, Fred!” Rose grins, stuffing her pockets full of money, clearly having taken the largest share of the pot from their cousins. “Oh, and congrats on finally coming out.”

“She means thanks for trusting us enough to come out to us,” Hugo corrects, starting a small bickering match between his sister and himself.

And then Fred is being enveloped in a ginormous hug from his father, who doesn’t bother to say anything.

Mum quirks an eyebrow at him once his dad has quit hugging him, a huge grin still on his face. “Is that all spelled? You know we’re going to talk about that later. But I’m proud of you for telling us,” she says with the barest hint of a smile.


Two weeks after Fred II comes out, and dad drags him to the shop.

“Dad, I’ve seen the new puking pastilles. The old ones were better.”

“Pish posh,” dad says cheerily. “Besides, this is something new. Just wait here.”

Fred rolls his eyes but stands obediently where his dad asks, near the front of the shop.

“Ta-da!” dad shouts, while at the same time the shop briefly flashes purple, black, and gray, before the color goes right again. Streamers burst down from the ceiling and mini-pride-colored-fireworks go off (one in the shape of a dragon, which Fred files away to absolutely get one of those), and then several new stands pop up in the store. Fred recognizes various pride colors amongst the stands: aro, ace, bi, gay, lesbian, pan, genderqueer, trans, and nonbinary. Others he doesn’t recognize but has no doubts they’re pride-related.

Dad pops down from upstairs right next to Fred, apparating even though he only had to go down a few stairs. “Look,” he says, dragging Fred along the stands. “Candy that lets you breathe a burst of fire in the pride color you buy, some of those cool exploding cans you found that burst into pride flags, plain hats that turn the wearer into your pride colors of choice, pins to show your pride that disappear after a day, lollipops that make the person eating them spout out random messages of support and understanding, and - okay, yes, there are puking pastilles here, but they give you multi-colored pride puke. Not very useful for getting out of class but good for grossing your friends out. It’s not everything, either, just my start! I’m going to offer a permanent pride line here,” dad presents, a huge grin on his face.

Fred lets everything sink in slowly. He feels the grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh. Dad. I have so many ideas,” he says.

~Hufflepuff Mod

Birth Simulator - Jack Maynard

Requested: Yes

Request: Open

A/N: I loved the request but I changed it up so it wasn’t the reader who was doing it but it was Jack.

Originally posted by jackmaynard-23

Today I was with my boyfriend, Jack, his brother, Conor, and one of his best friends, Joe. Jack and I had been dating for a year now and I was absolutely in love. I was very much friends with all the boys in the Buttercream Squad and they felt like family to me. Joe had asked Jack to do a video with him and Jack happily agreed. So if Joe asked Jack to do a video, that automatically meant that Conor and I would be coming along with him. 

Conor and I were sitting behind the equipment in Joe’s room while Jack and Joe were sitting on the bed. 

“Welcome back to Suggy Surgery!” said Joe, in one of his many funny voices, “So today we are back at it again with the birth simulator! And today we have Jack Maynard.” 

“Hello.” said Jack, waving his hand.

“Are you ready Jack?” asked Joe.

“Yup, Conor even let me borrow his outfit from last time!” Jack pulled out the hospital gown that Conor had used in Joe’s earlier video he did with Conor. All four of us burst out laughing. 

“Did you really keep that Conor?” Joe asked.

“I mean, why wouldn’t I?” said Conor in a funny accent. We all started to laugh again. 

“Okay so we know that Jack probably has some kids out there somewhere.” said Joe.

“Well I’m hoping not in the past year he hasn’t. ” I said. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I don’t.” said Jack.

“Stop interrupting Y/N!” joked Joe. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” I surrendered. 

“Anyway, Jack will be answering a series of questions that I asked you guys on Twitter to send in, that are questions that only women or girls would know. So Jack go get changed into you special outfit.” Jack got up and put on the hospital dress on and sat back down. 

“I think that looks great on you Jack.” said Joe.

“Shut up Joe.” said Jack with a frown on his face. 

“Now I am going to hook Jack up to the labor pain simulator and for every time you get a question wrong you will get a contraction.” 

“Shit.” said Jack. 

“Lets get you strapped in. Will you please lift up your dress?” Joe asked, pulling out the contraction device. 

“Oh, Joe. Stop it.” said Jack pretending to blush. Joe took so long trying to strap him into it, both Conor and I had to help.

“Well that took forever.” said Jack. He laid down on a bunch of pillows. 

“Now we are going to test it. If you feel any thing just say.” instructed Joe. He turned the knob. “Can you feel that?” Jack nodded his head no. Joe turned the knob up once more. Jack let out a little squeal. 

“Oh God!” said Jack. 

“First question,” said Joe. “So this comes in from Grace and she says, when does menopause start?” 

“How the fuck am I supposed to know this?” groaned Jack. “Uh, 70?” I burst out laughing. 

“Sorry Jack but that is wrong. Time for the first contraction.” He turned in on, and Jack let out a slight scream of pain. Joe, Conor and I kept on laughing. 

As the game went on, the contractions got worse. Jack got two correct and eight of them wrong. By the end, he had almost lost his voice from all the screaming. He also made Conor and I hold his hands for the last two. It was finally over and we were all just hanging out at Joe’s flat. Joe was starting to edit the video, and Jack and I were lounging on the couch, his arm around my shoulder. Conor had run to go get some Nando’s for us.  Joe would occasionally laugh from watching the video again. 

“You know,” said Jack, “I started to cry from the last one.” 

“You’re such a baby sometimes.” I teased. Jack kissed my temple. 

“We should have a kid sometime.” said Jack. 

“Well, we will have to get married before that happens, and we will definitely be having more than one kid.” I said. 

“Fine, get married and then have kids.” said Jack. “Sounds like a plan.”

Waving Through A Window

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey could I request a Jughead imagine where the reader gets upset because she doesn’t think she’s smart enough/good enough? Based on the song: Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen

Warnings: Reader Anxiety, negative self-image

Word Count: 3,449 (promise it’s worth it)

A/N: This wasn’t originally based on a song but I’m obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen so here’s a thing. ALSO I JUST FINISHED EPISODE 11 AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. I stand by my ship of Jughead x Happiness bc BOI (this is not based on the episode, so it is spoiler free my babes)


I walk through the hallway with my head down, and my backpack slamming against me with each step to propel me forward. I don’t talk to anyone except my best friend Betty. Well, okay, she’s not exactly my best friend. Her family is a friend of my family and so in all technicality, she’s the only one I’ve got, ergo my best friend. On particularly not-so-bad days when I mumble to her in the hallway, she’ll be standing next to my long-time crush Jughead, who I would probably never be able to speak to otherwise.

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dan and phil play the yasuhati singing challenge: a summary

first of all can i just say i’ve been hoping for a singing video literally since the day the gaming channel was announced and if they use this as an opportunity to take the piss i’m unstanning so fast

i can’t even say anything about the intro because… okay dan

they’d best try to sing properly

i can take this game as long as they properly try to sing

“the game that almost got our neighbours to call the police and we’re back doing it again because we don’t care anymore” because you’re moving??????????

“after watching the footage i didn’t know i could physically make those noises”

they went through the comments to look for songs,,,, you all best not have let me down

i already have firm ideas about the most popular requests

“this is going to be a disaster, i hope you’re ready for the best and worst video you may ever see in your life.”

phil sings my heart will go on in the shower

dan’s face suggests he is well aware of that fact

“do i have to sing it in key?” // “you have to try”

i’m going to be mad if he doesn’t try

after the first note i am already mad and dan is already traumatised

“i could never open the door, celine dion is dead”

“if i was on the titanic and someone was singing that, i’d push you off” i’m with dan on this one sorry phil

the top comment is to sing dan’s diss track

is this actually happening

oh my god it is

okay people let’s all sit back and enjoy this

phil mouths along with him that’s so cute

i am also mouthing along with him as i assume you are too but phil is cuter than all of us

freakishly tool

you look like a noodle, you’ve got hair that was cool in 2007 and wet you just look like a noodle

he’s just in a noodle state of mind it seems

i’m sad phil didn’t do his wink at the shipping with friend line

he fails the game during the reasons why dans a fail rap,,, honestly i relate that’s the one part i can never do either

subtle boaster dan is back

oh god danger men at work

people,,,, thank you but also why

“tatinof isn’t over yet!” dan pls

dan is mouthing the words along with phil this time

whilst also doing little shovey forward hand movements

dan struggles to contain his laughter and phil shushes him truly iconic

phil goes wrong and dan can’t help but correct him

dan’s doing his exaggerated crying face that he does in main channel videos i think he’s physically cringing

dan’s hair is particularly fluffy and i am living for it

why has phil’s voice suddenly gone squeaky

“phil you need to work on your subtlety. you go straight full loudness”

stop talking over each other please i’m begging you it’s incredibly hard to summarise when you do this

“the phil without a chill”

“i’m so sick of dan watching remixes of this song, it’s all i hear in this apartment” maybe you shouldn’t spend every waking moment in the same room then pal

their collab attempt ends just as soon as ig begins

the ‘help me’ dan says in the middle of his 'singing’ accurately represents me right now trying to summarise the damn thing

there are no words for this

“i feel like the police are on their way” honey you’ve made worse noises on a louder scale trust me you’re fine

shout out to the shaved sides though hello

they don’t know the neighbour who’s on the other side of the office wall

“it could be a bedroom…” // “rip that person’s marriage”

aaand now we’re into the requests i knew would come up

“gerard isn’t dead. his dream is” there are going to be some pissed off people in the comments section of this video aren’t there

is phil’s voice breaking already or is the microphone just not knowing how to handle it

“in tune!” dan represents me screaming at the laptop screen every time they open their mouths during this video

phil keeps switching between philippa and back to himself again and it’s lowkey fic inspo

“this is the worst experience of my life” you’re telling me dan, you’re telling me

we’ve all seen you both singing toxic whilst drunk don’t hide from your past

“i regret ever listening to my chemical romance because of that one experience just now, you have just ruined my life”

phil is choosing one for dan

there’s another request i saw coming

“let’s keep with this theme” what theme are you referring to there danny boy

honestly just take a second to imagine dan singing shout out to my ex

now that would be quality content


“make it more tuneful than my welcome to the black parade” // “is that hard”

this is not what we had in mind when we write singer/band aus

“you spat everywhere, so much saliva”

“you sound like a cow” phil the savage

“oh my god what am i witnessing” phil honestly same

try summarising it it’s more difficult than you think

“i can’t produce the breath” i’m sure i’ve written that line of dialogue before dan thank you for bringing my work to life

“it’s over” phil says as he places a sad hand on dan’s back

how many of you are freaking out over that contact

“i wish this was the dan and phil actually trying to sing beautiful songs that you care about experience that you crave. this is the opposite of that” YOU’RE TELLING ME DANIEL YOU’RE TELLING ME

i feel hurt

“some people in the future might enjoy this music” // “that future shouldn’t exist”

one more

a duet to finish off

aaaand here we go with toxic

will it be better than that infamous drunk karaoke video

probably not but let’s see

“we’ve been building up to this moment for our entire lives, dan. we can do it”

“your breast britney” says dan and phil is right there to drag him for it like the absolute savage he keeps proving himself to be

this is definitely going to be someone’s ringtone

i can’t wait for the new and updated dan and phil singing compilation

'with the taste of your lips i’m on a hide’ okay dan

phil is not into this at all

until it gets to the bits between verses he’s all about those parts

phil chooses to go high and dan chooses to go low


do what you will with that information, smut writers, interpret that any way you like

they nearly beat the high score

no you definitely didn’t sing the lyrics correctly dan but you did well

“i went into my own little universe then” was it a universe of not giving a tiny rats ass, phil, because it seemed like it

“i think i’m gonna lose my voice for about a month now” // “i feel like i’ve eaten a horse”

“i’d be surprised if we’ve got any subscribers left after that” i’m just sad you let me down with having singing in the title and not giving me what i’ve been craving for years

dan tries to push the video and blame onto us nice how responsible

“i feel like we should never do this again” i agree

“that’s the end of this channel, maybe” well you brought it upon yourselves if it is

“give us a thumbs up if you enjoyed our beautiful tones” how dare you mock me

“less screamy content”

“hope you’re having a good day and your ears aren’t broken” no but my heart and trust is



“Sorry boys. I’m so changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can’t be allowed to continue. You just can’t. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.”

anonymous asked:

I’m torn! I liked the episode but I also feel really anxious about it. Why Oliver doesn't trust her anymore? He admitted that he and Diggle had let her fall deeper and that maybe she didn't feel like she belonged this season and yet he doesn't back her play. Help me understand this please because I don't want to think like this about him. I wanted to enjoy episode 20 but this is upsetting.

Don’t come to tumblr/twitter much because of my job but I love Arrow, though I’ve only been watching it for a year. There are some I’ve been following that were really vocal about 5.19: they’ve basically been saying Oliver isn’t good enough for Felicity now and are angry at him for not trusting/backing her like she has him. Is it them who don’t understand or me? I thought it showed Oliver afraid. No mistrusting. And Felicity asking for equality. I saw a reply you gave once but I don’t know anyone who does them like that.

I wasn’t going to answer these initially because I feel they’ve been answered so fully by the names just below this but… I HAVE AN ABUNDANCE OF OLICITY FEELS THAT CANNOT BE DENIED.

I needed to vent them! Overuse of gifs ahoy!

OK, first? Q2 Anon: I can give you the names of a few people who answer questions FAR better than I ever could if you’d like?

There’s @jbuffyangel (who did her usual amazing review of the episode which should answer all of your questions/worries) @callistawolf and @louiseblue1

There are others that I’m sure you’ll find if you explore a bit ;)

There isn’t really much I can say past what hasn’t already been said by the 3 above.

But I need to clarify (even though you can’t answer) something Anon 1. You liked the episode?

JUST liked?

Well I just about had a mini coronary. Honey, I don’t think you were seeing it properly. Episode 19 was like a piece fanfiction come to life. It was an episode to grin hard about and watch whilst gripping the edge of your seat. Something to feel deep in your chest the next day.

Everything in it – EVERY SINGLE SCENE – was a moment I’ve been waiting on pins to see.

And I mean, purely from the point of view of a fan: how could you not adore the return of the looks and the talking:

Originally posted by legends-of-today

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

True, I DO think they made us wait a tad too long (kill me now – @scu11y22 knows especially, after episode 9 how close I came to having a full on shit-fit – but just a shit-fit, not a loss of hope) for this but I also believe that they wanted the whole Prometheus Vs Oliver = Oliver’s lowest moment score to occur prior to any progression that could be made between Oliver and Felicity…

It’s because they want them - their steps back to each other - to be part and parcel with Prometheus’s defeat.

And Prometheus is representative of Oliver’s demons. Of his darkness and his pain. 

Originally posted by mogirl97

Something he can no longer run from like he has been doing for years. What he needs to face and defeat, to strive beyond.

It’s all so that the penultimate moment, episode 20, can mean so much more and have triple the affect it would have had without this.

Oliver can’t defeat Prometheus with his current mind-set. He can’t even stand against him: Prometheus has broken a vital piece of Oliver’s soul: his hope.

Think about it: Olicity closing the gap between them - healing that breach - each and reuniting possibly leading to the defeat of Prometheus. And what’s necessary for the defeat of Prometheus? For Oliver to step forwards into a light of his own making. A mission of his own choosing.

How much more epic can you get?

But you (Anon 1) (Anon 2, you’re fine girl/boy;)) were referring more to the deceptive lack of trust in this episode, correct?

That supposed absence of trust, the very thing that put a pause on this whole relationship? It’s an Oliver Queen smokescreen. Possibly subconscious on his part, at least initially. A not-so-flimsy cover up for Oliver’s real problem. A problem they’re going to bring about, in GREAT and uncompromising detail, in episode 20.

But let’s get into specifics.

It’s what we’ve been waiting for. And all of it, everything, was good. Everything coming will be better.

I think a problem a lot of people might also be having at the moment is the sudden rise of emotional intensity in the show.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Yes, I know: random. But.

Arrow has always been intense but it increases with each season: the actors are pushed into doing scenes and playing roles they’ve never done before, into bending rules and breaking past boundaries. Season 5 has been exemplary in this. But there’s been an upswing from episode 16, especially in regards to OTA and Olicity, that wasn’t as present earlier on. It’s been very welcome, but also, a bit of a shock.

They’ve had to wait you see: there’s been too much story to tell first. We got a lot of Olicity before anything else in season 4 so they needed to be true to their other stories first but you all know the other reasons as well. Lord know’s I’ve gone on about them too.

So now, everything feels powerful. Penetrating. Worrying? The script was so forceful in Dangerous Liasons, so intense: every scene featuring Oliver and Felicity was a scene that left a mark on the audience. People are feeling the heat - the kind of heat exhibited in 3.20 - and it’s such a burn that it people might consider it an omen.

Don’t feel anxious about it: not at all. It’s about facing the truth. About Oliver and Felicity facing each other. About facing themselves…

And they found themselves in each other once upon a time.

Originally posted by curvygeekyfangirl

That still holds true. There was no way in hell that they were going to get to the root of each of their issues without them coming back to each other.


There’s no one he trusts, respects and admires more than Felicity Smoak.

But being honest with her - telling her about his 5.17 revelation (something he had to understand himself first) about his reasoning behind why he’s done what he’s done over the years - is something he thinks will make her fall out of love with him.

But it also might save her from becoming him.

This has absolutely nothing to do with trust.

For the first time, Felicity is the one he and Dig have to worry about… and like big tough Alpha males, it throws them completely out of whack.

Originally posted by emilybuttrickards

It’s not about a lack of trust or a deliberate choice not to be there for her when she has been there for him every single time he needed someone.

He can’t possibly be ok with her behaving like him because she’s more. She’s better. She’s the example he measures all other acts of goodness and evil against. No other woman (or man) has come close.

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And that’s just some of the examples and only the women.

But there’s been a lack of understanding between these two for the past year (A year… Christ, it’s been more than a year) and they need to hack it out but they wouldn’t be able to without a stimulus.

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

Originally posted by beemichelle7

Boom baby!

Now, Felicity TELLING Oliver that he doesn’t trust her was soooooo deeply satisfying, not because I agree with her. I don’t. She’s wrong. But I only know that because I’m the observer.

I loved it because she was finally being honest about how he’s made her feel. And how he’s made her feel isn’t just like she isn’t trusted:

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

It’s lonely. Alone.

Originally posted by felicitysmoakq

She’s felt like she can’t go to him and ask for the assistance she needed, the help she wanted. The kind of love she deserves. Honestly, I’m pretty sure she didn’t want his help either. Not at this stage. She wanted to rely on herself. To decide for herself. To make the choices he and Dig have always made for her. To be their equal.

What she wanted was for him to say:

“I don’t like it. I don’t want you to do it. You’re asking me to stand back and watch you sell yourself because of a problem I caused. I don’t want it. It’ll hurt too much… but I’m going to. I’m going to because I trust you. You already know I love you. And now I’m going to prove what that actually means to me. I’m going to place all my trust in you because I believe. In. You.


Wonderful, right?

But this is from the point of view of a woman who doesn’t fully understand Oliver Queen, through no fault of her own. She’s the closest any woman has ever come to truly knowing him: she DOES know him the best of everyone, even Thea…

And that is something he - subconsciously - can’t allow. He can’t have Felicity - the person he loves the most - close to his darkest demon. Can’t have her touched.

If she’d been ready at the time of their break up, maybe she would have seen something else and NOT a man who simply doesn’t trust her the way she craves to be trusted, the way she’d trusted him and still does trust him. Even after everything.

But she couldn’t help missing that because Oliver is emotionally stunted and very unaware of how his father’s promise and his survivor’s guilt have deepened that chasm inside him.

Oliver is also a man of his word.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

“We can protect her.”

He made a promise to himself and Dig and he was vehement in that promise.

It was a declaration of intent: I want her in this but not at the cost of what makes her… her.

Do you think that ever goes away for someone like Oliver? And do you think he ever forgets about that promise? No. It just grows stronger. It was crucial to him; especially right at the beginning of it all.

And for Felicity Smoak it is an absolute - a requisite - STRONGER than his need to protect Thea.

He grew to accept at the end of season 3 - after choosing for her for most of the season - that Thea’s life was her own, that her actions were her own, her body was her own to throw it onto fire if she wanted to.

He’d hate it… but he’d get it.

He can’t do that with Felicity because she’s his cornerstone.

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Even after they broke up, even months later with this distance between them, she’s still the person who balances his world, who gives him structure.

Originally posted by lucyyh

When she first joined the team, she enabled his night work in a way he didn’t think possible and she was as safe as he could make her. Behind her computers. In HIS Foundry. Perfect.

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

She was where he could keep an eye on her and control how deep into the life she was. In fact she only ever touched close to danger when she was in the field, which was few and far between for this exact reason.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

Even when she opted – even when it was her choice – Oliver (and by extension Dig) only agreed when they could control the danger level.

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But even then, things can still go wrong.

Originally posted by fponthedl

The problem is that Felicity has always been just as ‘in deep’ as the boys.

But she’s their precious gem: their lucky charm. Their lighthouse, their way home. The heart of the team.

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What happens when a lighthouse goes dark?

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The way home – your eyes – vanishes.

You loose sight of reality.

It was taken for granted, Felicity’s natural light. Her faith. He thought if he left it alone, it was stay exactly as it was…

Originally posted by gothsmoak

The light on Oliver’s path – as pitiful and as small, as narrow and filled with thorns and without forks and choices as that way has become – was, in his head, taken fully away in episode 19. He was left asunder and confused.

Originally posted by olicity-i-believe-in-you

Adrift. Lost at sea…. he’s already lost at sea.

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

He was lost at sea for years until he chose to stay away from Starling (I prefer the name Starling City to Star City btw).

After his return, she became his anchor. Slowly.

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Originally posted by nugetae

Moment by moment.

Originally posted by thecwarrow

Until she became irreplaceable.

And he didn’t realise just how deep that went… until he broke her heart. Until she left him. Alone.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

They’re as alone as each other. Even when they’re with others. Even in a crowd. Even as they reached out to others, romantically or otherwise and it didn’t heal them.

Case in point: look at where they are right now. He thinks he’s a sociopathic serial killer and she’s willing to destroy her life to bring down the man who made him feel that way.

She is doing for Oliver what Oliver did for Thea in season 3.

All she’s asking is for him to let her.

But he can’t.

He promised Dig he’d protect her. Just her. 

Not Laurel or Thea or Sara or anyone else, not even Dig… Felicity was the one whom he’d never have twisted. The one neither of them could or would sacrifice. IRREPLACEABLE.

Most importantly, he can’t have her become him. He’s been protecting her from that since day 1: he can’t fathom its possibility.

Oliver has paid a lot of prices, sacrificed so much of himself. And he’s lost things and people.

Her soul is the one price too high to pay.

Yet Oliver feels like everything he has touched, every person who’s into contact with him, has suffered because of him.

And now? …He feels what’s she doing with helix, how she’s behaving is because of him. A darkness that never comes out created by him. To Oliver, he has created this path of a deepening darkness for the woman he loves. Now he has to put up with what she’s been putting up with for years. And he doesn’t like it.

Drink it is:

Like a husband who’s argued with his wife, had his words royally and correctly thrown back at him and in the dog house. Big time!

What Oliver doesn’t realise is that light can alter over time. It can grow warmer or more distinct. Stronger. Can shift and shine a new way. A better way. A softer way. Some lights can draw weaker ones out and strengthen them.

Has anyone noticed the increased use of both purple and green this year on Arrow? Oliver’s and Felicity’s colours. 

Not a coincidence.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

When he sees her for who she really is, when he finds out how her view of him – in walking in his shoes – has changed, has grown, when he discovers that his confession doesn’t have the affect on her he thought it would, when she actually gives him a new and brighter understanding of herself… he’ll see her light for what it is. For the beauty in it. And he’ll love her all the more for it.

I think he’s going to tell her – when their air is ruining out, whilst he’s hurt and she’s defenceless – his painful truth and he’ll be waiting for the worse case scenario reaction from her.

And… I feel like he’s going to be given the shock of his life. Or something to that affect. (Am I just desperate?)

Whatever happens, it’ll make him view her as an equal in every sense of the term – he thought he already did, but there was still that last layer of bubble wrap for him/her to pop.

And in walking in her shoes – in trying to move on, in watching her make the hard choices and being powerless to stop her, in being on the other side of the fence and being the one who doesn’t get listened to – his understanding and already super high regard for her will shoot past the stratosphere.

Like Wendy said:

“She’s been through something now, and she sees him in a different light — and he also sees her in a different light. There’s a lot more mutual understanding, and even though I think it’s hard to top the mutual respect they already have for each other, that goes up as well.”

Won’t be surprised if they leave the bunker shooting each other awed, heart-eyed looks and thinking ‘wow’.

Remember the song?

I am so sorry that I bothered you
Now I know why you have to hide
I didn’t know what you were going through
All I could see was my own sign

I will just fade away
I will let you be here
I won’t say a word until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me

They just tell me what you’re in there for
How could I know you did not say?
But now I know what I am living for
Tomorrow will be just another day

I will close my eyes
And I hear a quiet peep
I will wait in the shadows until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, oh

Ah, sweet youth will all too quickly end
And we will never be this free
So all I ask is that we look again
Before we grow too old to see

I will fall alone
My elm was sweet and envy
Still I will be crying until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, ah

Understanding. Readiness. Love. Trust. Heart.

I’ll be waiting for you. Until you come to me.

It’s a mutual thing (though I do think this refers to Felicity more than Oliver).

And then it’ll be almost as easy as falling, his new ideal. I think she’ll give him a new point of view. Or, at the very least, a way to see it differently.

Very soon they’ll be ready for each other. The right fit.

A hero for a hero.

Originally posted by klarolicityswan

She has to open the door but he needs to make her want to first. Strip each other down to the core.

And, come 5.22 (?) he needs step on through it all on his own.

They’re going to fall in sync.

And by 5.23 we’re finally going to breathe that breath of sweet relief.

Originally posted by 6pinky-winky

April Fools, Inc.

this is a welcome home gift for my incredible beautiful amazing awesome daughter @gabriels-horn-of-truth - and what better to celebrate her return with than ridiculous mushy sabriel amirite or amirite)))

(of course there’s angst too. have u met me)


Sam’s phone begins to ring somewhere after 7 pm and he freezes in place, not sure if he’s hearing things. It’s one of his older phones, one he hasn’t used for a long time. He listens to its cheerful outdated ringtone while he rummages through the nightstand drawer. The phone sits at the very back, wedged between an old notebook and another old phone. He pulls it out, hesitates for a split second, and presses the green button.


“May I speak to Sam Winchester, please?”

“Who’s – um – who’s asking?”

“This is Molly from April Fools, Inc., and I’m calling to confirm your standing order for tomorrow. You have the Deluxe Package, so there’s quite a few options available for you. Can you spare a few minutes of your time and answer a couple of questions now so that we can narrow it down and set you up with the best solution possible?”

“Uh,” Sam says. His head is spinning, and he isn’t sure why. It’s probably just a mistake. Wrong number. Wrong Sam Winchester. “This must be a mistake. I didn’t order anything from you.”

“Hold on a moment, please.”

Sam hears a click and the first few bars of some standard elevator music worm into his ear. It’s a bit too loud, so he winces and moves the phone away.

“Mr. Winchester?”


“I apologize for the inconvenience, it appears that the order was placed in your name by a Mr. Tuesday. It was paid for in advance, so all we have to do now is get those specifications for your order – if you choose to accept it, that is.”

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By me, @maumauxmau​ and @sayakakat2012

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s scans and from Netabare’s texts ^^


Sinbad: I ask you. In this unreasonable world, what should we distrust? what should we believe in?

Hakuryuu: Believe in the existence of others beside youself. Because what you believe to be right will change many times throughout your life. That’s a difficult thing to admit…

Text in black: 

God has absolute confidence. The way to measure the question of the convictions of Falsehood and prestige is!?

NIGHT 340 “The see-through battle”

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Bucket List - Chapter 1

This is the first thing ive ever published I hope you like it!

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Bartending? Yes sir, worked at the pub in my old town for a year. This is a letter of recommendation from them,” Emma said, handing over the tattered piece of paper.

“And if I call this number I will be able to talk to the owner of this real and respectable pub?”

“Of course, Mr Shelby. Well; real pub, yes; respectable, less so.”

“Good. Do you drink yourself?”

“Yes sir, but not in excess and not on the job.”

“What about drugs?”

“No sir. Not even for headaches.”

He makes a grunt of acknowledgement. “I know that these are different questions that are fairly…”

“Odd?” She offer.

“Thorough.” He corrects. “We’ve had some issues in the past with the reliability of our bar maids; so you’ll have to excuse me. However, you should note that, with the other businesses I’m involved in, I need people I can trust in my life. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, absolutely sir. And I assure that, if awarded the job, I would be an exemplary employee.”

“I believe you. What is it brought you to Birmingham, Emma?”

“School, Mr Shelby.”

“The nursing school or the secretarial school?”

“Neither, Sir. The business school across town opened 5 spots for women this year and I was accepted.”

“Really? You must be smart, eh? How would you feel about handling the Garrisons books as well; Harry is a great bar keep but not the greatest with numbers.”

“I can absolutely take that on, Mr Shelby!” He chuckles slightly to himself. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, you just remind me of our old barmaid. Very similar. Anyways, the job is yours if you’d like it!”

“Yes! Thank you very much Mr Shelby, I promise you won’t regret it.” Emma exclaimed, reaching to shake his hand.

“Good. Well, I’ll walk you to the Garrison, give you the lay of the land.” It’s only when Mr. Shelby stood up, that Emma realized how intimidating he really was. Tall and lean, with eyes that looked through your soul, it made Emma nervous for a second before she realized how kind he had been thus far. Mr Shelby walk her through the Shelby Company Ltd’s offices, explaining how finances for the Garrison were handled by a man named Michael Gray. All receipts, books and pay checks were to be signed off by him at the end of the month.

Thomas explained that his company had many different types of business other than just pubs. The Shelby Company was a large and growing corporation according to him. Emma could see the pride in his eyes as well as the ambition.

Mr Shelby shrugged on his overcoat and helped Emma put hers on as they left his offices. A burst of wind surprised Emma as she opened the door to leave the building, making her realize how cold it was. Thomas chuckled a little before putting on his cap, razor blades stitched into the peak.

The streets of Birmingham were very different than her old town, dirtier and darker. It didn’t bother Emma, she was just happy she made it there. She was feeling self conscious of her outfit though. She had worn her nicest dress for the interview and it was embarrassingly bright and fancy; light green stitching heavily contrasting the bleak surroundings. Her shoes were also decimated, covered with mud, coal, and other things she dared not think about. She made a mental note to save up for a new pair of shoes that could withstand all that Birmingham threw at them.

After turning a few corners, Emma saw a sign that read “The Garrison” above a fairly nice looking pub. Mr Shelby led her there through a street that sat next to some sort of factory. Emma couldn’t help but think of her luscious home when she saw the men covered in soot and smoke. Thomas opened the door for her and Emma took a step inside her new world.  

It was lovely and posh inside, much nicer than she expected. There was a private room to her right, but the rest of the bar was open with a place for dancing and a band. Leather booths lined the walls except for one where the actual bar was. It was almost impossibly high, with a mirror behind the shelves of alcohol. It was all nice stuff too, nothing like the things they passed off for ‘top shelf’ at her old pub. There were a few men already in the bar despite it being midday. One man behind the counter and a few other who looked like dawn to dusk drunks. Like most things in Birmingham so far, The Garrison was intimidating.

Many of the men inside had straightened up a bit since they came in; sitting up straighter, talking quieter. The bartender had already poured Mr Shelby a glass of whisky and bowed his head slightly. Thomas put a shilling on the counter before explaining to Harry that Emma was the new bar maid.

Harry had kind eyes and calloused hands, quickly moving to shake Emma’s. “Welcome to the team, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

“Thank you, I’m just here to learn to ropes and work hard.” She smiled back.

Tommy was satisfied with the amount of pleasantries, going on to explain that Emma would help handle the books. “Alright, well, I think you two can figure it out from here. Emma, you can help Harry tonight; Saturday night rush and that. And you two can also figure out a schedule for the next month if you have time. Best of luck to the both of you, I’ll see you tonight.” Then with a gulp of his whiskey and tip of his hat Mr Shelby was gone.

“First lesson, oh young one, anyone with the last name Shelby drinks for free. Understand?” Emma nods vigorously. “Good. There’s some aprons in the back, grab one then we can get started.”

“Aye aye, sir.” Emma salutes before rolling up her sleeves.

It was almost six o’clock on the dot when men started pouring into The Garrison. Harry explained that most men from the factory went home at five, cleaned up and ate with their families before spending the night drinking. Emma poured beer after beer, introduced herself as the “new barmaid” what felt like hundreds of times and it was barely half past nine. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mr Shelby and a few other men make their way into the private room and close the door.

“You best get in there and take their orders; remember the first rule?” Harry says.

“Shelby’s drink free.” Emma replies, walking out from behind the bar. She carefully avoided the drunk and dancing men as she made her way to the door.

Inside, Mr Shelby was sitting with four other men, three in the booth and one on a chair with his back facing Emma. The room smelled like tobacco with a thick cloud of cigarette smoke in the middle. All six were dressed impeccably in lavish, expensive suits.

“Emma! How’s your first night going?” Thomas asks.

“Good, sir, thank you for asking.”

“Glad to hear it. This is my older brother, Arthur,” Tommy points to a skinny man on his left with a large moustache who quickly nods. “My younger brother, John.” John is slightly larger than Arthur. He stands up to quickly shake Emma’s hand. “Our youngest sibling, Finn.” Finn has a bit of a boyish look to him, young and happier than his brothers. He’s obviously nervous at Emma’s presence only waving quickly before ducking his head. "Last but not least, Isaiah.” Tommy introduces.

“Another brother?” Emma jokes due to the obvious fact that none of the Shelby boys could be related to their Isaiah, who was black contrasting the Shelby’s pale pigments. Emma joke earned her a chuckle from the men and a kiss on the hand from Isaiah, who she could already tell was a huge flirt.

“Don’t mind Isaiah, he’s a bit of a whore.” Arthur quips.

“It’s no problem. So, four top shelf Irish whiskeys coming up!“ Emma says, trying to leave as soon as she could.

"Make it five,” Isaiah says.

“Our cousin Michael will be joining us soon,” John explains.

“Five whiskeys coming right up!” Emma spun around and was reaching for the handle when the door swung opened and a large man bumped into her. She quickly mumbled a few apologies, as did the main, before looking up to see someone Emma believed would never return to her life.

It was Henry.

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In Good Hands (5/5)

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader (Steve Rogers Wife)

Warning: Swearing, and things get violent here.

A/N: This has been great ya’ll hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Feed back is always welcome. Hope you enjoy the ending, this is the longest part but that’s cause I couldn’t leave out a lot. You know how I like my detail.

When Sam’s left to stay with you, a little light shopping can’t be wrong, till everything blissful goes completely sideways in the absolute worst ways, but your husband left you in good hands right?

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Sam moves quick, slamming his elbow into the throat of the man closest to him stealing his gun he shots him in the leg before he turns picking off others.

“Left!” Sam shouts taking cover behind a pillar, as you take a few shots popping up from behind the table. The doctor and the hooded man heading for the door, dodging and taking cover on their way.

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  • Customer: I want two Chinese Algae Eaters
  • Me: Okay, what size tank do you have?
  • Customer: 25 gallon.
  • Me: Okay, so these fish actually grow quickly to about a foot in length and can be very aggressive, so I can't sell them to you for a tank that size. I can make a suggestion more suitable for your size tank and that's Oto Cats.
  • Customer: They're just going to die, just sell them to me. They never live that long anyway.
  • Me: They actually have a lifespan of 5-7 years. As I said before, I can't sell you Chinese Algae Eaters for that size tank. I can sell you Oto Cats.
  • Customer: Fine. I also want two goldfish.
  • Me: Are they going in the same tank?
  • Customer: Yeah, there's five other goldfish in there.
  • Me: I can't sell you the Oto Cats then, either, as they have fundamentally different needs and will not survive without a heater or adequate filtration in such an overstocked tank. I also can't sell you any more goldfish for that size tank as it is only suitable for one Fancy Goldfish.
  • Customer: This is absolutely absurd. I'm going to speak to your manager and have you written up for your seriously poor customer service.
  • Me: I'm sorry, sir. It's company policy for me to refuse the sale if I believe these fish won't be properly cared for. We're trying to improve our customer service by making sure we give you correct information and give you all the tools you need to be a good pet parent. Even if it isn't consistent with what you've been told in the past. I can give you a list of online resources that can confirm the information I've given you regarding Goldfish Care, as well as a Goldfish Care sheet that addresses common misconceptions and how to properly take care of your fish.
  • Customer: This is beyond insulting. I've been doing this for years and some 15 year old is telling me I'm doing it wrong? You need to learn your place in society. Sell me the fish.
  • Me: I'm 21, and the manager of this department. You're welcome to speak to my manager regarding my right to refuse a sale, as well as the company policy; however, I cannot sell you any fish given the current state of your tank.
All Drugged Up

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Nothing. It should be really cute.

Prompt: This is a fanfiction that I was hoping someone else would write but it was too good for anyone to just wait around so I decided I would do it. Dan is full of morphine and is pretty damn drousy and as Phil takes him home, Dan lets go of a confession he would have never made in his right state of mind.

Word Count: 1,671

Based on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keZssF75XZY.

A/N: You must remember, this is from 2010 so Dan and Phil weren’t living together yet. Okay, enjoy.

From Phil’s Point of View


As we left A&E, I basically had to drag Dan out. He was on mass amounts of morphine after being in the hospital for the night and damn, he was heavy. We both stumbled our way to the tube and got on. I could barely pull out my Oyster Card without Dan falling flat on his face. Once I found us a seat and we were both settled in, he started giggling, and just leaned himself against me, soon enough falling asleep. Oh deer, this would be a long ride.

After much struggle and a lot of pulling, I got to Dan’s house. Even though he was awake, he was not willing to help drag any of his own weight. His parents weren’t home and I obviously couldn’t leave him alone, so I sighed and pushed my hand into his pocket, searching for a pair of keys. Luckily, he had them so I opened his door and hauled him inside and to his room.

His familiar smell washed over me and it somehow relaxed me. I smiled to myself. Oh god, why was his smell making me happy?

I dropped him onto his bed and he just groaned and rolled over. He was in his leather jacket and sneakers so I just shuffled over to his side and helped him take off his shoes and pulled the leather garment off and placed it on his computer chair. Just as I was about to go downstairs and let him rest, I heard a slightly muffled sound, followed by a stream of soft chuckles.

”Dan, do you want something?” I said quietly. The laughing just continued.

”Phi-iii-ll!” He dragged out my name, rolling around so he was now facing me as I stood slightly annoyed in the doorway.

I trudged over to his bed and got on my knees so I would be at level with his body that was currently lying on the bed. “Yes, Daniel?” I said with a smile, using his full name just because I knew he hated it.

”Ew, Phil.” The giggles continued. “Can you… stay here with me?” He said, words slurring slightly from the morphine. “Please?” He grabbed my hand and yanked me down onto his bed.

I yelped and fell on top of him, but he didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t really mind either, if I was being honest with myself. It felt wrong though. We were friends, best friends, so why was I on top of him, in his bed, smiling? I decided it would be best to roll off of him and just lay by his side. We stared into each others’ eyes for a few seconds and he had the stupidest grin on his face.

”Sure, I’ll stay as long as you need me.” The words I uttered were so true, but in a much deeper manner. I felt him snuggle into me and he sighed, pressing his head into my neck. It was an odd sensation, realizing how well we fit together.

”Just until I fall asleep.” he said, snuggling closer.

”M-kay…” I submitted to his cuddle and allowed myself to relax into his warm touch.

For the next few hours, I just listened to him as he rambled on about absolute nonsense. He was mentioning some sort of llama conspiracy then changed the topic to how much he loved the taste of white chocolate Malteasers but how they should fill them with different flavors. I couldn’t help but laugh every now and then at the utterly ridiculous things he was saying. I wondered how long the morphine would last.

Finally, he started slowing down his talking until it stopped completely. I smiled down at him and just as I was about to leave, I heard three little words. They were enough to make me stop moving. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. Was he sleeping? It was just the morphine that made him say that, right? Oh my god…

It was just three little words. I love you.


I had been at Dan’s home for a few hours now, just allowing him to sleep. That was until I heard a key rustle in the lock downstairs. That had to be his mother, so I decided that was my cue to leave.

I separated my limbs from Dan’s, allowing myself one kiss to his forehead before getting up and exiting his room. I thought about it for a second, then wondered why I felt compelled to do that. I walked downstairs where his mother was taking off her shoes.

”Hello, Mrs. Howell.” I said politely, trying not to scare her.

She did jump slightly but once she saw who it was, smiled and relaxed. “Oh, Phil, honey! What brings you here? Where is Daniel?”

”I just brought him back from A&E and he’s in his room resting. A bit drugged up, I might add.”

”Oh, well you must be exhausted. Please, stay. Have a cup of tea or something.” She offered, already going to the kitchen to get her kettle.

”Yes, of course.” I gave her a smile and took a seat at her kitchen table. Me and her made mindless small talk, and I told her about my Uni. life. She was just like my mother, always wanting to know about what I am up to. She was a nice woman, always making it easy to talk to.

After a few minutes, I heard a door open and close and footsteps coming up behind me. I turned around and saw Dan, slight bed head, walking up to us.

”Hi, mum.” He said quietly, and gave her a quick hug.

”Dan! I hope you got enough rest. I wouldn’t want you to get sick again.” She patted him on the head and kissed his forehead… the same forehead I kissed merely a few minutes ago.

His eyes met mine and for a moment, I thought I saw something there. It looked like, affection? No, I had to have been imagining.

”Well, I’m going to go set up dinner. Phil, you and Dan could go up to his room and relax for however long you want. You know you’re always welcome here.” She gave a warm smile then waved us off.

Dan began walking to his room, so I silently followed close behind, and as soon as we made it up, he closed his door behind us. I took a seat on his bed and he just stared at me. I think the morphine had worn off by now. He seemed fine, just a bit tired.

”So, what did I miss while I was out?” He said, sounding like the same old Dan, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

”Oh, well you went on many rants about llamas and talked about Malteasers for hours. Not much different from any other day.”

He chuckled and then looked at me again. “Hm, anything else?”

”Well…” I stuttered, not knowing how to word it. “You did say something else.” I instantly regretted bringing it up. I felt my awkward self creeping up.

”Now you have to tell me! You can’t just begin a sentence and stop.” He jokingly punched my arm.

Be a man, Phil. You mentioned it, so just say it. ”Uh, you said something while I think you were sleeping. We were cuddling and then-“

”Wait, what? We were cuddling?” He interjected. He seemed baffled by the idea, but a slight blush spread across his otherwise pale cheeks.

”Maybe that wasn’t the right word. I was just in your bed because you asked me to stay with you.” I corrected myself.

I saw him begin to say something, and then he stopped himself. “Okay, well what did I say?”

I took a deep breath and met his intense gaze. His chocolate colored eyes just melted into mine and I couldn’t help but feel a warmth surround me. “Well, you said the words ‘I love you’. I’m not sure who they were directed to, but you said them.” I could feel my own cheeks flushing. It all felt so embarrassing. Why would I care if he said it to me, or if he just said it at all?

He hadn’t said anything for a while, and I realized why. He was visibly shaking. Instantly, I was standing and holding him. “Dan? Dan, are you okay?” I shook him slightly, but he just remained still.

”You weren’t ever supposed to know about that, Phil.” He whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek. “Besides, I always knew you would never return the feeling! I would have never said that if I wasn’t full of drugs.”

So it was meant for me. My heart fluttered at the thought. What was that feeling? Did I feel the same for Dan? Did I actually return the feeling? In that moment, I realized all the wasted time I had spent denying myself of this feeling I had. Love. I loved Dan Howell. The realization of that was painfully amazing.

Instead of saying anything, I just looked at him, and leaned in without second thought. Our lips pressed together and his stiffened body unwound around me, and in no time, I felt him kissing back, our needy tongues dancing around each other. His arms wove themselves around me and pulled me impossibly close. Finally, we pulled apart to take in some air, and I used my fingertip to wipe away the lone tear on his face. He was smiling. Not his usual smirk, but a genuine smile, and it was so breathtaking that I had to lean in and give him another kiss, quick and meaningful.

”We should have done that a long time ago.” I breathed against him, and he just snickered and rested his head against my shoulder.

So finally I found where I was supposed to be. My home was in the warmth of Dan, but who would have known that some morphine would have been the way to find that out.


Two women, two journeys, one goal. Two youngsters who grew up loving music and then, in all the best ways, were diverted on to a new path, and new, exciting futures.

One, a girl born in Chennai, India who relocated to Hartlepool, Britain aged 11 and ended up, via Imperial College London, at Jaguar Racing. The other born in… well, no one’s sure where… who joined a band before she was even a teenager and who we first met at around 10 years old; a Japanese guitar prodigy and martial arts expert who mysteriously arrived at Gorillaz’ Kong Studio in a FedEx crate…

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Ooooo 6 and Gaaino?

I wasn’t supposed to fall for another ship, but I just can’t help myself. I’d curse you for this, but we all knew it was coming, right? I hope you like it! Thanks for the request!  

Red sunlight bled through the glass, lending the eerie aura of a battlefield to the greenhouse. Crimson dusted flower petals and caught on Gaara’s hair, making it flame brighter than normal. Ino watched the man from the corner of her eye, fingers lingering on the flower they’d just been discussing. Gaara laced his hands together behind his back without speaking, and for a moment, she considered brushing his arm. Undoubtedly, it would make the man startle, more from her forwardness in public than the touch. Well, maybe both.

Ino reached toward a cactus with luminous, purple tendrils sprouting from it. “What about this-”

Gaara caught her wrist before it could complete the journey. “That one is poisonous. The spines contain an especially powerful hallucinogen, as does the flower.”

“What would it do?” Ino asked, curling her fingers away from the plant without pulling free.

Gaara released her arm. “It would make you live through your worst nightmare, or forget yourself in a fantasy. It’s different for every person, but the result is always the same.”

Ino had experienced genjutsu before, the poison couldn’t be much different from that. And, she’d already lived through her worse nightmare, so what harm could it do? Ino’s mind flashed back to the war, to the moment that she’d known the bijudama was going to decimate the Allied Shinobi headquarters, and Inoichi’s final words rang in her ears. The air rushed out of the room. She couldn’t draw a breath, something heavy pressed against her chest, suffocating her.

A hand touched Ino’s shoulder, drawing her back from the memory. “Ino?”

Drawing a breath, Ino forced a grin. “I was trying to figure out what type of fantasy would be the most fun to lose myself in.” She curled her voice playfully around the words to sell her lie.

Pink tinted Gaara’s cheeks at the insinuation, but Ino could tell that he didn’t believe her. Even so, he didn’t press the issue, for which she was thankful. “I don’t think you’d want this fantasy,” he said. “The poison also suppresses the heartbeat, leading to death in high enough doses.”

“It should have some a warning on it,” Ino complained, glaring at the innocuous looking plant. Like most of the others in the greenhouse, the cacti blended seamlessly into the ones around it. Only a trained eye would be able to tell the one plant from another.

Gaara smiled. “This is the Kazekage’s personal garden. If the plants kill someone, they probably shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

The idea brought a true smile to Ino’s lips as the pair continued down the crowded row. The war had colored her perception of even the most beautiful things. What should be considered a lovely sunset, now reminded Ino of the shade of a bruise as the sky faded toward true darkness. Neither Gaara nor Ino suggested going back to their rooms. Time rushed through their fingers, and though she knew it would come to an end soon enough, Ino couldn’t bring herself to worry about it.

The silence between them would have been uncomfortable with anyone else, but somehow Ino found that it wasn’t with Gaara. Nearly two months ago, she’d come to Suna with Shikamaru, ostensibly to see Sakura. Teasing her former teammate about his budding relationship with Temari had been an added bonus. The close proximity to Gaara had made he and Ino friends by default. A week turned into two, then a month, and now the second had nearly passed. As Ino’s friends went on with their own lives, she’d found herself spending more time with Gaara.

Of course, Sakura had elbowed Ino and told her there was absolutely nothing wrong with falling for a kage. Ino had immediately protested that they only spent so much time together because Sakura was always busy with her work in the hospital. Even worse had been when Shikamaru got that annoying half grin as he watched Gaara and Ino chatting over dinner one night. He hadn’t been as bold as to mention anything, but Temari had watched them with the same expression. Though hers contained a protective overtone as well.

Pushing the thought from her mind, Ino turned to face Gaara. “Yet, you let me come here?”

“Of course,” Gaara answered. “It’s rare that someone actually appreciates the gardens. Temari and Kankuro humor me at best. More recently, Sakura has seen them as a resource for antidotes, but they don’t understand them. Not like you.”

A smile tugged at the edges of Ino’s mouth. If someone had told her that she and the Kazekage would share an interest in plants when she’d first met him, she would have laughed at them. But, here they were. “Not everyone can be as interesting as we are,” she laughed, tucking a strand of blond behind one ear.

“I’m not interesting.” Gaara shook his head as if he found the word distasteful. Running a hand through his crimson spikes of hair, he continued. “Until recently, boring would have been the better word to describe me.”

Ino’s pulse picked up at the words, and she tipped her head to the side with a questioning look. Gaara looked away, gaze traveling over the gardens surrounding them. “You intend to return to Konoha in the morning,” he stated the obvious, looking more uncomfortable with every passing moment. “But, could I convince you to stay?”

Aquamarine eyes slid back toward Ino’s, and she felt a flood of warmth through her chest. The past weeks of shared meals and stolen moments had become something she looked forward to, but she hadn’t really allowed herself to hope Gaara felt the same. In fact, that was one of the reasons she’d decided to return to Konoha. If he wanted anything more, he would have initiated it by now. They were a friendship of convenience, and yet…

“It depends on the reason,” Ino replied, breath catching in her throat.

Gaara stepped forward, his fingers teasing against hers then taking her hand. “I want you to stay.”

It was the first time Gaara had initiated such an intimate contact, and for a moment, Ino couldn’t remember how to draw breath. As much as she’d teased Sakura about being innocent, most of Ino’s experience came from things she’d heard rather than experienced. Standing this close to Gaara, her brain shorted out, and the only response she could think of came out as a squeak. “What?”

“I’d like you to stay,” Gaara repeated, a pale shade of pink tinting his cheeks as his hand fell away from hers. “If you want to.”

“Why would you want me to stay?” Ino dipped her head enough that she could look up at Gaara through her lashes, noticing the flush on his cheeks deepen until the color almost matched his hair.

Gaara cleared his throat. “I’m not good at this sort of thing,” he began, running nervous fingers over his jacket. “I’ve enjoyed the time we spent together, and I want to get to know you better.”

Though Ino had felt that irresistible tug toward Gaara, she had no idea if he felt the same until now. He remained aloof comparatively, though she’d begun to suspect that it was more his personality than a lack of interest. Judging by the intensity in his eyes, she’d been correct. “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you, but I want-”

Laughter bubbled through Ino’s lips though she tried to stop it, halting Gaara’s words and transforming them into an apology. Before he could finish the sentiment, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his to halt the slur of words. The world didn’t explode with light, and time didn’t stop, but the flutter of emotion in Ino’s chest when Gaara circled his arms around her was definitely a good place to start.

Sounds So Sweet

hey i don’t know if you’re taking requests, but if you are could you write negan x blind reader?? maybe something along the lines of him going to alexandria and she bumps into him, he goes off at her but he doesn’t know she’s blind? sorry for rambling, love your writing! have a good day/night❤️

Hope you like this! :)

NSFW: swearing

He could’ve kept his word and showed up to Alexandria in a week like he said he would. But he just couldn’t help himself. He had to show up early, keep those people on their toes.

And so there he stood behind the gates of Alexandria three days after brutally beating two of their people with his beloved baseball bat, Lucille. He hadn’t even cleaned the blood of the two men off the bat. It was a huge slap in the face to Rick and the others, especially when he made Rick carry it. Rick could potentially beat him as he had done to his friends but he knew that it would never happen. Rick didn’t have the guts to do it. He’d successfully broken the man.

“So, you gonna show me around your little town or not?” Negan snapped. Squeezing his bat, Rick gave him a tight nod and started walking. Negan grinned as he followed him, slightly disappointed that all the townspeople had scattered. He wanted to get a look at everyone that would be working for him. Well, there was no harm in it for now. They would get used to his presence eventually.

His men stopped into every house, taking things the group never thought they would take. They’d expected to have half their medicine, half their food, and half their ammo taken. Instead, all the guns were being taken, nearly all the medicine and even pieces of furniture, including most of the mattresses.

The two of them were stopped in front of the armory while Daryl and Negan’s other helpers were bringing guns out and placing them into one of the trucks he’d shown up in while Rick watched helplessly.

“I’m not gonna take your food,” Negan said, “For now.”

Rick’s only response was a nod and they both went back to watching Daryl and the others bringing out more guns. As he laughed and continued taunting Rick, someone came up from behind and bumped into him. Whoever it was that ran into him was small and really only made him stumble a little. But that didn’t stop him from whipping his body around to look at the young woman who was now frowning in confusion. She couldn’t possibly be that stupid.

Life is full of disappointments but you’re forced to adjust to them. You had never known what seeing was like. And it was difficult going through life not knowing what you looked like, not knowing where you were going half the time, having to be more cautious than other people normally would. But you figured you couldn’t miss what you never had so you lived your life and tried not to focus on the negatives too much.

Your blindness wasn’t an inconvenience until the world ended. Some people could survive alone but you knew you could never make it on your own. Finding Rick’s group was a blessing. They welcomed you with open arms and helped you out as much as you allowed them to. And being in Alexandria allowed you to be independent again.

You hadn’t experienced fear since the prison fell and you were separated from your group. Being blind allowed you to block out any fear you may have felt. But the threat of Negan was absolutely terrifying. Rick wouldn’t say anything about that night except that Abraham and Glenn were dead. He refused to share any other details and everyone else had gone quiet too.

You and Rick were on the porch, you sat on the porch swing while he leaned against the railing watching his people walking by, tense and horrified, “He’s got me in a tough spot, Y/N.”

“We’ll do what we can,” you said softly, pushing up your shades slightly so you can scratch an itch underneath your eye, “We just have to cooperate as much as possible and keep Negan happy.”

“That might not be so easy,” Rick said. He sighed and turned to face you, though you were unaware that he was looking at you until he touched your shoulder. You smiled and placed your hand over his, “But you’ve got the right idea. Just get Negan in, get him out, and we’ll be fine.”

“Right,” you agreed. You stood up and stretched your arms up over your head, “Think I’ll take a walk. You wanna come with me?”

Rick opened his mouth to respond when the sounds of something hitting the gates interrupted him. He patted your arm as he shook his head, “Gonna have to see what’s going on over there. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You nodded and Rick hurried towards the gate as you walked the opposite way, tucking your hands in your pockets as you took your carefree stroll. You realized that you probably should’ve grabbed your cane before you left but it shouldn’t have been too much of a problem. The strange thing was, you didn’t hear any footsteps or any voices. You did however, hear the gate opening and a large truck.

“What could possibly be going on?” you asked yourself. You turned and walked swiftly towards the truck. It sounded like it was headed for the armory. People were walking by you but the voices attached to those footsteps weren’t the friendly ones you were used to. Now, you were a little more frantic. Negan couldn’t possibly have shown up this early. It had only been three days why would he show up now when he said a week?

Your discomfort and panic made you a little less graceful in your movements, pushing your arms out in front of you. You weren’t usually so helpless but you were so nervous, all your confidence and instinct vanished.

You followed the sounds of the truck until it stopped and you heard Rick’s voice instead. That at least offered you some comfort having a friend nearby to tell you what the hell was going on right now.

“I’m not gonna take your food,” a man said, “For now.”

After a short pause, the man started laughing. His amusement was short lived when you bumped into him. Your sweaty skin stuck to the man’s leather jacket a bit as you quickly pulled away.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled, lowering your head, “It was an accident.”

“What the fuck?” the man snapped, “You just run right into me? Did you not see me? Or were you just not paying attention?”

“Negan,” Rick said uncomfortably.

“You’re Negan?” you said.

“Y/N, just go home and stay there,” Rick ordered, “Please, Negan. We don’t have to do this. She made a mistake.”

“Some stupid ass mistake,” Negan shot back, “What, are you blind or some shit?! Or just stupid? Take off the shades and look at me when I’m talking to you!”

“Sure.” You lifted your head and removed the sunglasses, revealing your icy blue eyes to Negan. You could’ve corrected him especially since you wouldn’t take satisfaction in the look of guilt that would inevitably be written all over his face.

“Shit,” Negan murmured, “You really are blind.”

“I am,” you said, “I’m sorry I bumped into you. I forgot to take my cane with me.”

“Aw hell, I have to admit that I hate being in the wrong.”

“I can see that,” you retorted, “So there’s no need to apologize.”

“Alright then,” Negan muttered, “You should probably stick around. My guys are probably gonna react the same way I did. Don’t need you gettin’ hurt for no reason, darlin’.”

“Thank you,” you said, “Can I do something bold? It’ll seem a little strange but I don’t mean any harm.”

“Sure, what the hell,” Negan said. You reached out and felt the leather touch your palms, your fingertips on the jacket’s zipper. Negan grunted but didn’t resist as your carefully moved your hands up his chest until you reached his chin. You traced his jawline and moved to his cheeks, his facial hair scratching your hands. It tickled you a bit and you giggled. Your fingers spread on his face, feeling the tip of his nose to his eyes, “Lady, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Seeing what you look like,” you replied as you finally pulled your hands away, your arms rested at your sides, “And I have to say, Negan, you seem…kind of handsome.”

“Handsome huh?” Negan chuckled, “Well ain’t that nice? What did Rick say your name was? Y/N?”

“That’s right.”

“Well then,” Negan said, “I’ll have to remember that next time I come down here.”

“Good,” you said. You knew Rick was cringing and you felt almost like you were betraying him and the others but Negan was sounding so sweet and you couldn’t resist, especially when he leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek. Blushing, you placed your hand on your cheek, “I hope that you do.”

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request: “could you do one where you’re josh’s high school friend’s little sister and he sees you again for the first time in like ten years and he’s like “what the hell shes hot now?”

author’s note: my first josh fic! i had a blast writing this out and i hope you all enjoy! thanks to @rosekgold for being a doll and helping me edit this out. feedback would be greatly appreciated, xx.

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Intuition (Request)

Could you do an imagine were you go to his mothers house for there weekly family dinner and she can tell straight away that your pregnant or something like that

Do you have any one shots/stories about Harry and the missus and either his grandparents or hers? I think that would be adorable. If not… Could that be a request, like they could go visit them after they had their first a baby or something??


Sunday dinners with Anne and Robin were always a welcome addition to your week. In a world where you and Harry were busy pretty much every single day with various, separate activities, having one afternoon and evening to bring you together was necessary. Anne knew that, and that’s why she insisted you come every Sunday that you possibly could.

You loved how quickly and openly Anne and Robin had welcomed you into their family. It had happened almost immediately after you and Harry had started dating. Once she knew that you were more than just a fling to him, she insisted that you come to every family event that Harry attended. When Harry was away on tour, she invited you over on a weekly basis for a meal, or tea or even just some company because she knew that you were inevitably missing Harry.

When you got engaged, Anne was thrilled. The Sunday that you had gone over to announce your news, Anne had enveloped you in a massive hug and then told you sincerely, with tears in her eyes, that she couldn’t imagine anyone better for her son and had never seen him so happy than when he was with you.

You had been married for just a few months now. Harry had been home since before the wedding and you were loving having him there with you all the time. Sunday dinners were a weekly thing now – heading out to Anne and Robin’s in the early afternoon and not getting home sometimes until very late at night.

This week was no exception; you had confirmed with Anne the night before. Harry’s grandmother would also be there this week and you hadn’t seen her since the wedding, so that added to the enjoyment of the day for you.

You loved Harry’s grandma. She was getting up there in years but still as sharp as a whip. She loved to knit and play Bingo with the ladies from her church group, still did her own grocery shopping and cooking, and went to the cinema at least once a month. She had no issues saying what she was really thinking, even if it was a bit harsh, and made jokes so bad that you were certain that’s where Harry had picked it up from.

That morning, you woke up feeling absolutely terrible. You had been fighting off a stomach bug for a few days but you were starting to accept that the stomach bug was winning. You groaned, rolling over in bed and burying your face into Harry’s back. You felt him stir and slowly turn toward you.

“G’mornin’.” He croaked, smoothing your hair down. “What’s wrong?”

“Feel sick.” You mumbled, not lifting your head which was now resting on his chest.

Harry frowned. “Again?”

You nodded, clenching your fist as a wave of nausea overtook you. You sat up quickly and hurried into the bathroom, hunching over the toilet and heaving a few times. Since you hadn’t eaten yet, there was nothing really for you to throw up, but it felt terrible all the same.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, sorry if this is a stupid question (you totally don't have to answer it if it is), but I was wondering what the difference between bisexuality and pansexuality is? I tried looking online but there's a lot of conflicting answers, so I don't really know which is the right one. I've also heard some people say that being bi, as opposed to pan, makes you transphobic. Is that true?

hi! it’s definitely not a stupid question. i’m always happy to talk about bi stuff.

first of all, and i think this is the most important thing: being bisexual does not automatically make you transphobic.

there is nothing inherently transphobic about bisexuality. you can be bisexual and transphobic, absolutely, but there’s nothing actually linking them together because you can also be transphobic and gay, or straight, or pan. there’s nothing exclusive about bisexuality that makes you transphobic. anyone who tells you that is biphobic.

now, as for the difference between pan- and bisexuality, it gets a bit trickier. 

  • more often than not, the definitions overlap, which is why it’s so hard to explain the differences. it also depends on how you define bi- and pansexuality. for example, i identify as bisexual, but if someone else were to define me solely based on my dating history, they might say that i’m pansexual because i’ve dated/been involved with both girls and nonbinary people. a lot of people believe bisexual people only date men and women, which isn’t true at all. i’ve dated nonbinary people & i’m just as bisexual for it.
  • a lot of the time, it comes down to personal preference. i could identify as pansexual if i wanted to because my experience & the definition of pansexuality overlap sometimes, but i feel a deeper connection with bisexuality. it resonates with me in a way pansexuality doesn’t. for other people it’s the opposite way; maybe on paper they “should” be bisexual, but pansexuality fits them better so they identify with that instead. both are good and valid!
  • the myth of bisexual = transphobic comes mainly from the prefix “bi”. it is believed that because bi literally means 2, bisexuality is defined as “attraction to men and women”, which excludes nonbinary people and is thereby transphobic. this is not true. most, if not all, bisexual people i know define bisexuality along the lines of “attraction to 2 or more genders”. this can, and often does, include nonbinary genders.

now for some more general definitions!

  • pansexuality is about not having a gender-based limit to your attraction, or that gender isn’t a big factor (or even a factor at all) when you decide who to date. pansexual is about being attracted to people regardless of their gender. from my understanding, this means that gender doesn’t really factor into your attraction to someone.*
  • bisexuality is about attraction to 2 or more genders. this could mean attraction to men and women, or women and nonbinary people, or men and nonbinary people, etc. there are many variations of bisexuality. being bisexual doesn’t necessarily mean the same kind of detachment from gender as pansexuality does. bisexual people experience attraction towards multiple genders but that attraction doesn’t always look or feel the same. that’s one of the reasons i identify as bisexual; because gender is a huge factor in my attraction to someone. i don’t experience the same kind of attraction to for example men and women, and the impression i get from pansexuality is that attraction looks/feels more or less the same regardless of gender. i could be wrong though!*

* pan ppl are welcome to correct me on any of this!

tl;dr there’s no clear-cut difference between pan- and bisexuality. at the end of the day, it’s about preference. bisexual and pansexual practice, like who you date or sleep with, often look the same. therefore the key difference is within the individual person who might feel more or less comfortable with either label. the myth that bisexual people are inherently transphobic is rooted in biphobic ideas of what the “bi” in bisexual means.

Fight or Flight (Lafayette x Reader) Chapter 2: A Whole New World

Chapter 1

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Martha led Y/N back to her home and Y/N couldn’t help but gape. The building was huge. Compared to what Y/N was used to, it looked like a palace. Her thoughts were confirmed once they entered the Washington Estate. The entryway itself looked as though it had come out of a storybook, with several doors leading to various other rooms, and a grand staircase right in the centre. Y/N had noticed that everything was decorated thoughtfully, and she couldn’t imagine the amount of time it must have taken to design and execute it all. There were small detailing on everything that Y/N could see, including the railings of the stairs. The walls were filled with paintings and portraits, some of which were of Martha, and a man who Y/N guessed was her husband. Martha smiled at Y/N fondly as the young lady took in her surroundings, looking absolutely awestruck.

“Come, you can take a bath while I find some clothes that might fit you.” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh Mrs. Washington-”

Martha,” she corrected, not for the first time since their formal introductions. Y/N smiled a bit more.

“Martha, I am truly grateful, but I will be alright if I stay in my own clothes.”

“Nonsense! Now follow me.” Y/N rolled her eyes fondly as she followed Martha, her heart warming due to Martha’s motherly tendencies that seemed to only grow the longer she remained in the kind woman’s presence.

After an extremely relaxing bath (honestly, when was the last time she had ever been able to take so much time cleaning herself?), Y/N walked into the room Martha had told her was hers (for as long as she’d like, she had added firmly). Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the dress that Martha had picked out for her hanging on the door. It was absolutely gorgeous. Y/N was torn. She couldn’t possibly allow herself to wear it, after all there was nothing wrong with her dress, and the fact of the matter was that she could not allow herself to grow accustomed to such luxury…

But perhaps one night indulging in a fantasy couldn’t hurt. After all she would be on her way out first thing tomorrow. Besides, when was the last time she had had the opportunity to wear such a beautiful dress? If she passed it up now, how long would it be before another opportunity such as this arose? Ultimately she decided to wear it, another reason being that she did not want to insult Martha, who had already done so much for her, by deliberately wearing her own dress again. Smiling to herself, she reasoned that it most definitely would not hurt to wear this gorgeous dress.

Y/N’s smile only grew as she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but twirl and giggle, she hadn’t felt so beautiful perhaps in her whole life. She was so wrapped up in twirling she didn’t notice that the door had opened and Martha was watching her with a smirk.

“I’m glad you like it so much.” Y/N stopped spinning abruptly, nearly tripping in the process. Her cheeks reddened and she looked flustered.

“Sorry, I suppose I got carried away.” Martha smiled and extended her hand toward you.

“Oh please don’t apologize. I am simply happy that this dress fits you so well. Better than it ever fit me, if you don’t mind my saying,” she added with a wink as you walked over to her and took her hand. “Now, there is someone I would like you to meet before supper.” Y/N’s stomach tightened a bit, either from nervousness or hunger, she couldn’t say. As she descended the stairs she saw a man dressed in a general’s uniform. Y/N stood up straighter.

“Y/N, this is my husband, George Washington.” Y/N curtsied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.- um- General? Washington. Sir.” Y/N stuttered. “Your wife has treated with me with such kindness, I cannot thank her or yourself enough for opening your home to me for the night.” The man smiled, his features softening, which in turn made him seem less intimidating than when Y/N had first seen him from the top of the stairwell. This helped calmed her nerves. Slightly.

“It is my pleasure, Miss Y/N. My wife has told me about you already and I am glad that she has been able to have helped you. And please, you can stay longer than the night. You are welcome here for as long as you’d like to stay.”

The thought made Y/N’s stomach turn a bit. She hadn’t planned on staying any longer than tomorrow in the early morning. While the offer was very tempting, she didn’t want to impose on these kind people for too long. After all, she would have to find a way to make her own way in the world again after taking a break tonight. The sooner she left, the less it would hurt to leave these people behind.

Although, a small voice in the back of her mind noted, it might already be too late for that.

After dinner, which was the most pleasant that Y/N had had in recent memory, they all retired to the lounge room, where both George and Y/N listened attentively as Martha played piano. The music was the only sound that floated throughout the whole house for several minutes until she looked up at Y/N.

“Do you play?”

“Only a little, and very poorly.”

“Come, and let’s play together.” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Oh I don’t know Mrs.— Martha.” She corrected upon receiving a pointed look from Martha.

“Come now Y/N, humour an old woman.” Y/N smiled as she crossed the room.

“You are nowhere near old, Martha. Believe me.”

“I happen to agree with miss Y/N,” George Washington stated kindly. Martha Washington smiled at her husband.

“Of course, because if I’m old, that would make you old, dear.”

“Precisely,” he grinned.

Y/N watched the exchange with a soft smile, as she had been all night, and felt a small pang in her heart, knowing that they were clearly very in love. She hoped to one day have something even half as caring. She knew deep down though, that it was highly unlikely. She was always on the move, and any sort of feelings would only end up hurting her in the end. They always did.

As Y/N began playing piano alongside Martha she started to realize that perhaps she had not forgotten all that her mother had taught her, so many years ago. Martha grinned as they began playing more complicated tunes.

“This is not what I would call playing poorly, Y/N. You are far too modest.” Y/N simply smiled as they continued on, only to be interrupted by a servant moments later.

“I apologize for interrupting sir, ma’am, but you have a guest.”

The Washingtons stood and you followed suit. George Washington fixed his shirt and thanked the servant as he followed her to where the guest was, and Y/N took a small step back from Martha.

“I will go upstairs, so as to not disturb you and your company.” Martha all but rolled her eyes at you.

“My dear when will you understand that you are no bother whatsoever. Come with me and I will introduce you,” she smiled as she led you to the front parlour, where the General was speaking with someone else, also in a General’s uniform. Due to his back facing you and Martha, the only things discernible from him were that his curly hair was in a pouffy bun, and you could make out a French accent. George Washington saw you two approaching and smiled.

“Lafayette, there is someone I’d like you to meet.”

The man turned around and in that moment you weren’t certain if you had stopped dead in your tracks, or if it was time itself that had stopped altogether. The man had the most expressive brown eyes you had ever seen, which held yours intently as you finished making your way toward him.

“Bonjour ma chéri, my name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette,” he said as he kissed your hand. “But you may call me Lafayette,” he said as he took in your wide eyes at his extremely long name. Your cheeks reddened as you realized you had been merely staring in awe at this man for the past few seconds and had not yet introduced yourself.

“Y/N L/N,” you said as you curtsied.

“Y/N? What a belle name. The name of an ange,” he smiled fondly at you as you blushed more.

Y/N did not speak French, she really only knew a handful of words, but she had understood what Lafayette had just said. Angel? Now that was something new. Your stomach continued to do flips as George Washington explained to Lafayette that you were staying with them for a while, and your breath hitched slightly as it was implied that you would be staying longer than the night, but you could not possibly correct them, especially not in the company of this gentleman. You were thankful, however, that he did not reveal how you came to be in the temporary care of the Washingtons.

George then turned to you and smiled, “Y/N, Lafayette is a close friend, and he will also be staying here while he’s in town.”

Y/N nodded and her heart sped up, though she tried to keep it at bay, hoping that the noise of its beating did not reveal how she was already instantly taken to this very handsome Frenchman.

I Thought You Were Different (Part 23/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 22

“I’m sorry.”

Natasha looked up from her tablet and sighed, looking at you with a sadness and regret in her eyes that you had never seen before; in all of your years of friendship, this was new and a little unsettling to say the least.  The last time you had seen her she was seething, her eyes full of a fire and rage that scared you, though you would never give her the satisfaction of knowing that.  The last time you had seen her, she was your rival.  

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