it breaks my heart when they ask this kind of of things to jane

astrological movie masterpost


any genre film based on sun/moon 

aries sun/moon: “boyhood” (growing up and all the rash and/or unwise decisions that come with that. competitive upbringing)  “the aviator” (a frenzied soul who fakes it till ya make it. big dreams, a big persona, and a pioneer to an industry but deeply troubled behind it all), “the wolf of wall street” (honestly this movie was so fast-paced and mad that i could only take it in small doses. everyone is selfish and turns on a dime) 

taurus sun/moon: “the grand budapest hotel” (a film rich in aesthetic. a hotel owner who is a professional lush sets out on an adventure as he is being pegged for murder. a tale of paintings, pastries, and paramour), “big stone gap” (excessive family. stubborn and perseverant. a bit apprehensive of change)“today’s special” (a chef gets back to his roots and has to learn why he was passionate about food in the first place and how to savor every second) 

gemini sun/moon: “ferris bueller’s day off” (witty and incredibly adaptable. can make friends with anyone, anywhere. being childlike and curious, enjoying the little things), “black swan” (ambiguous film where you don’t know what to believe), “the truman show” (his whole life has been unknowingly documented. everyone is just playing a role. media manipulations)  

cancer sun/moon: “take care” (feeling like an inconvenience. wanting to be taken care of. guilt trips), “lymelife” (putting family and ‘home’ into perspective. awkward, at times endearing, a bit hectic), “high fidelity” (old fashioned guy. stuck in the past wondering where it went wrong), “the other woman (2009)” (learning to be a mother. the emotional rollercoaster of trying to love and be loved) 

leo sun/moon: “confessions of a teenage drama queen” (i mean…do i even need to explain this lmao), “beaches” (pride and loyalty. learning to love without having to be the only one receiving love), “anywhere but here” (self-centered mother who wants her to be a star. fixed opinions but is powerful & warm)“grease” (good girl, bad boy. popular. all love their hair lol)

virgo sun/moon: “beyond the lights” (never feeling good enough. a mother who compulsively criticizes her. the theme of ~what happens behind the scenes~ and going back to the basics)“short term 12″ (wants to service everyone else but forgets about themselves), “the intern” (an observant elderly man is methodized and eager to work, always there for advice & support), “as good as it gets” (a bitter man who struggles with OCD overcoming his fears and unleashing his compassionate side)

libra sun/moon: “legally blonde” (a bit superficial. values doing the right thing. people think she’s air-headed but is actually more ‘in the know’ than given credit for)“can’t buy me love” (getting caught up in the popular crowd. pretending to be something you’re not), “he’s just not that into you” (most confusing movie ever. literally nobody can make up their mind lmao) 

scorpio sun/moon: “st. elmo’s fire” (this film has literally everything scorpio and/or related (8th house) in it; secrets, betrayal, intimacy, transforming, debt, etc), “stealing beauty” (uncovering mysteries, forbidden affairs, paranoia. a taboo film), “lila & eve” (crime drama. goes to show just how far two resentful mothers will go)

sagittarius sun/moon: “bruce almighty” (humorous. has the theme of ‘luck’ and ‘higher power’) “away we go” (redefining what ‘home’ means. traveling across the country, new experiences, lots of bad jokes) “funny face” (an amateur philosopher has strong opinions for the modeling industry, wants nothing more than to travel for lectures), “good will hunting” (a genius and self-righteously so but doesn’t know how to truly appreciate life) 

capricorn sun/moon: “uptown girls” (learning to adult from a surprisingly mature child. a mother who is too concerned with her career to pay attention to her daughter), “the pursuit of happyness” (suffering hardships, feeling down & out as he climbs his way up the totem pole. a tale of being a father being able to provide), “the devil wears prada” (another tale of climbing your way to the top, along with the cost of it)

aquarius sun/moon: “scott pilgrim vs the world” (not your average film, includes an alternate dimension. has its technological, futuristic quirks. becoming superior to the rest and standing out in the process), “mona lisa smile” (50′s women gaining new perspective from a ‘subversive’ professor), “the martian” (innovative, humorously noble, feeling castaway, ‘space pirate’) 

pisces sun/moon: “the imaginarium of doctor parnassus” (a fantasy world with a damsel in distress but everything isn’t as it seems),  “because i said so” (milly is bright-eyed and a bit hopeless. her mother pays favor to her. always ends up doing what other people want because although she is highly spirited, she can be a pushover), “amelie” (imagination, imagination, imagination. sets out to help others by being a bit manipulative in the process), “big fish” (reality vs fantasy. idealized & exaggerated upbringing)

romance films based on venus 

aries venus: “10 things i hate about you” “she’s all that” (both films show they can treat romance as a competition but once they are in love, will do whatever they can to keep it alive), “two night stand” (hasty romance. lessons of ‘rushing’. a candor appreciation for another), “beginners” (being honest with yourself. ‘a movie with an unflinchingly tough heart.’)

taurus venus: “dirty dancing” (stubborn, sensual, and learning to position yourself securely lol), “the great gatbsy” (wealth. everyone indulges themselves, goes overboard out of love), “happily ever after” (sudden yearning for stability, excessive in more ways than one) 

gemini venus: “save the date” (a girl who is scared of commitment. covers up her fear with humor. ‘word vomit’ through the whole movie lol. works at a bookstore. has a sister dynamic in the film of the one who is a bit silly & immature and the one who acts like she knows everything), “how to lose a guy in 10 days” (a two faced romance. lighthearted mind games and calling each others bluff), “garden state” (a lost fella falls for a quirky compulsive liar. a surprisingly intelligent and outlandish film) 

cancer venus: “closer” (kind of shows more unhealthy traits of this placement but shows they just want to be in comfort with you but can guilt trip people and ask for reassurance where its not needed), “a walk to remember” (two lovers jaded in their own right find love. trying to protect one another from getting hurt and hurt each other in the process), “brooklyn” (building a life together. choosing between a lover at home or a home within a lover) 

leo venus: “elvis and anabelle” (a radiant beauty queen has a near-death experience that alters her way of existing. brings a boy out of his shell through theatrics and love), “take this waltz” (she meets a man and starts rethinking her own loving marriage, does she want more? demanding, bold, and has a childishness to it), “anomalisa” (uplifting one another, making each other feel extraordinary) 

virgo venus: “people places things” (a man of many standards and subsequently hypercritical in the name of love), “me before you” (taking care of another. breaking free from routine), “when harry met sally” (constant challenging of standards. loving the little things), “enough said” (looking beyond imperfections. practically endearing) 

libra venus: “hitch” (got his heartbroken. now runs a business as a ‘love doctor’ where he gives men the push to pursue love through setting a meet-cue. but when he falls for a girl he has no idea what to do), “alfie” (a womanizer who refuses to be seen as a regular person who experiences the everyday woes that we all do. says he’s ‘always okay’), “27 dresses” (jane is a ‘more’ evolved version of this venus. loves love, is a major people pleaser. her sister on other hand pretends to be whatever her partner wants, is a major socialite) 

scorpio venus: “love actually” (falling for what you can’t have and having difficulty expressing it), “no kiss list” (liking someone you can’t have and making that person feel like you can’t like anyone other than them), “chasing amy” (obsessive. sabotaging a relationship out of fear), “a dangerous method” (a forbidden and intoxicating affair with a patient), “last night” (temptation and affairs) 

sagittarius venus: “begin again” (greta is independent, blunt, and spontaneous. teaches dan and his daughter a few important lessons. love is a learning experience), “definitely, maybe” (flashbacks to 3 romances, all with women who either write, travel, and/or simply free-spirited. habits of running away. being judgemental of how to live life. expanding horizons. shamelessly honest), “they came together” (clumsy, a straight up mess. light-hearted. mocks romance films) 

capricorn venus: “timer” (doesn’t see the point of a relationship if they aren’t ‘guaranteed’. uses a timer to tell you when you’ll find your soul mate)“meet my valentine” (a family man who finds out he’s terminally ill is determined to find a loving provider to replace him), “before sunset” (an assertive romance, at times a bit cynical, but cheeky and loving) 

aquarius venus: “friends with benefits” “no strings attached” “sleeping with other people” (all the couples in the films were meant to keep things casual but got messy in the process), “frequencies- oxv: the manual” (s/o to @astr-logy for the recommendation! a film about being outcasted, breaking the world & love down to an equation, feelings of not feeling) 

pisces venus: “500 days of summer” (tom is a prime example of the idealization and fantasy romance that can come with this placement), “practical magic” (loves unconditionally but there is a tragic twist. two sisters - one who has a homemaker persona and one devastatingly bored of the mundane), “listen to your heart” (a deaf girl, who is a bit of a damsel in distress as her parents crush her dreams, and an amateur piano composer find inspirational love) 

romance films based on venus in the houses

venus in fire house (1st, 5th, 9th): “50 first dates”“the holiday”, “deadpool” (a stretch? no), “before we go”

venus in earth house (2nd, 6th, 10th): “everything before us”, “friends with money”, “chocolat”

venus in air house (3rd, 7th, 11th): “celeste & jesse forever”, “nick and norah’s infinite playlist”, “her”, “the beauty inside” 

venus in water house (4th, 8th, 12th): “the time traveler’s wife”, “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”“stuck in love”, “candy”, “comet”

action/drama films based on mars

aries mars: “death proof” (daredevil central. going toe-to-toe with a killer), “crank” (a film literally about keeping your heart rate up. will die without an adrenaline rush), “spring breakers” (living in the moment. playfully deviant and childishly so), “the challenger” (learning to fight for what’s worth it; choosing your battles) 

taurus mars: “matilda” (all the antagonists were greedy slobs who put themselves on a pedestal by making everyone else feel inferior), “the shawshank redemption” (avoids conflict, plays his hand slowly, no stranger to money), “american hustle” (luxuriating in ‘sin’, glorifying the hustle, high-resistance characters) 

gemini mars: “pirates of the caribbean” (jack sparrow is a character that’s easy to be allured to but difficult to trust. never seems to be who he appears and covers everything up with slurred antics), “seven psychopaths” (comical murder film where even has a darker or lighter side than you thought), “the prestige” (two illusionists go head to head to out-trick another. the huge secret of ‘duality’) 

cancer mars: “punch-drunk love” (stereotypical ‘nice’ guy with a lot of problems and insecurities. falls into a weird blackmail ploy), “mad max: fury road” (emotionally raw. recklessly protective. driven by the familial and home), “mr nobody” (recounting of memories. driven by pure emotion) 

leo mars: “hot rod” (acts like a big shot, always attempting to prove himself worthy), “guardians of the galaxy” (everyone has a major ego and wants to show off. music reminds me of the 80′s which reminds me of hair which is leo lmao), “frank” (i feel like many would believe this to be a more aquarius film with its long-standing reputation of being one of the most unconventional films of all time but the film is about fame, how to get there, how to stand out, and being histrionic in the making) 

virgo mars: “pay it forward” (actions geared toward helping others, insecurities and not wanting others to feel sorry, a need for efficiency), “captain america: the first avenger” (modest, just wants to contribute. high energy, lots of stamina ‘i could do this all day’), “cyberbully” (theme of words cutting deeper than you’d think) 

libra mars: “mean girls” (acts nice & unassuming only to better manipulate a situation), “gangster squad” (puts justice into their own hands. has people in pocket and knows how to work a room to use people to one’s disposal), “v for vendetta” (another film of putting justice into your own hands. created a tragic scenario to trick evey into learning no matter what one goes through, the right thing to do is the only appropriate way to live)

scorpio mars: “heathers” (conniving & hypocritical. veronica isn’t a saint herself but disproves of people who are cruel and sets out to teach them a lesson), “mr & mrs smith” (secretive. both know they’re spies but never tell each other & don’t feel neither has the right to be; in the same field of work but criticize each other for it), “django unchained” (rescue and revenge. will exploit anything or murder anyone to get back to his lover)

sagittarius mars: “maidentrip” (a young adventuress sails across the world)“artifact” (documentary film giving insight into the truth of the music industry. pretentious, pseudo-intellectuals), “the believer” (heavily controversial film. audacious in the name of beliefs and what one believes to hold verity) 

capricorn mars: “erin brockovich” (a relentless environmental activist sets out a case against a gas company where their supplies have left residents fatally ill. demands respect), “whiplash” (pushes limits beyond limits. ambitious to the core and seeks to achieve aspirations continuously), “american psycho” (a successful banker has an alter, killer ego who relishes in all that he does & ‘achieves’)

aquarius mars: “the big lebowski” (acts above violence and just says ‘fuck it’ to everything), “equilibrium” (feelings are literally outlawed but an enforcer soon falls victim to rebellion), “terminator” (a cyborg on a mission. a young boy fighting against the technologically advanced) 

pisces mars: “snowpiercer” (sacrifice, clairvoyance, spiritualism. as pete travers said, ‘a slambam sci-fi thriller with a brain, a heart and an artful sense of purpose’), “fight club” (gasp. shocking it isn’t aries mars, right? the story is about a man wanting to escape his everyday life, has an addictive personality, and finds himself immersed in this extracurricular activity), “philomena” & “of mind and music” (one defines true forgiveness. looking past all the tragedy and finding the beauty) 

anonymous asked:

Dirk Strider is made out of love, prince of my heart, i love him so much.

You didnt ask for this but you put Dirk and love in the same sentence and this is what i’ve been thinking about so lets go

Im gonna ramble about how much Dirk would love John Egbert and Jade Harley like, instantly, he did conceptually before he even met them but the instant they meet Dirk is permanently owned and has that many more people he’d happily die for because: Dirk loves Jane and Jake more than life itself, and John and Jade are…their kids basically. And early on Dirk cannot unsee that. 

The biggest treason this fandom has ever committed to my person is ignoring the fact that Dirk Strider would fucking melt himself to death even looking at John Egbert or Jade Harley and deconstructing all the little ways they’re like Jake and Jane and thinking about his typical self-loathing shit like “god those two would’ve been so happy together I’m such an ass for getting in the way look at them their kids are perfect they’re so good–”  

before Jake like puts his arm around Dirk’s shoulders and all thoughts immediately stop if they’re dating again, it’s probably a source of great angst for Dirk before they are and one of the bigger reasons he stays away. Maybe Jake and Jane will get the idea and be happy together. Someone write this for me thanks. 

Anyway that got too sad so back to Dirk’s relationship with the ectokids. 

Early on in Earth C John gets the impression Dirk hates him early on and pranks him pretty hard and often but while it kind of annoys Dirk when all his meticulously set up horsecam figurines get their heads swapped (and john breaks some of them in the process) he’s mostly just reminded that things with him and Jane are still awkward enough that he hasn’t gotten this from HER and he’s a torn up bag of “Fuck I miss her” and “Fuck I can’t believe how much I care about her goober ecto-son already” and NONE of this gets across his stoic demeanor so all john gets is that poker face. It takes them fucking forever to be actual friends and I’m not sure what does it but its probably the formidable teamwork of Jake and Dave who get sick of the awkwardness eventually. 

Meanwhile Dirk is 100% in awe of and terrified of disappointing Jade Harley who he A) cannot stop thinking about as JAKE’S GRANDMA and “OH GOD WHAT IF SHE DISSAPROVES WHAT IF I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH WHAT IF-”- and B) Cannot stop thinking about as SO MUCH like Jane it kills him. She’s so no-nonsense and down to business and whenever he starts rambling too much about philosophy or some bullshit she just looks at him like … and he’s like “Ok I’ll shut up.”  The way Jade moves in a science lab is EXACTLY like Jane moves in a kitchen (or later, a business meeting) and Dirk knows because he learned the ins and outs of that movement by heart across so many video cam sessions growing up. Everything about Jade Harley destroys Dirk and he thinks she’s the fucking coolest and there’s basically no part of him that didn’t love her from the word go 

Dirk manages to work up the will to keep everyone else (but Jake) out of his private garage but not Jade, Dirk’s got all this futuretech practice and as SOON as Jade catches wind of this she’s like “Hey dirk! Alt!Callie handed me the secrets of the universe and basically i need a bigger workshop and better science can you help me out” and that’s basically his main project for the next two years is catching Jade up on 400 years of scientific progress (Jake tags along) and having to work on his weirdo animatronic shit that he was GOING to use his garage for originally in like, one of the cramped floors of Jake’s jungle globe instead

But it’s fine cause it makes Jade happy and getting to be helpful to Jade is like a dream come fucking true and Jake is so happy whenever he and Jade get to talking about some interesting intersection of philosophy and science or furries or whatever. The first time Jade gives him a friendly smack on the back Dirk jumps so hard he hits the roof.

Give Dirk Strider love thanks 

pizzapizzapasta  asked:

hi!!! I have a prompt!! Can you do one where betty is about to tell the rest of the gang that she and jug are dating, but jug freaks out and pulls her away to like a broom closet, and then Veronica and Kevin catch them kissing in it? (or something like that) and could you do it in Jugs POV??? THANK YOU!!!! I love your writing :)

Thank you for the prompt, m'dear! It’s been so long since I wrote first person I hope I did Jughead justice!

(Can’t format this the way I want cus I’m writing this on my iPad in the bath of the hotel room I’m staying in lol. Best way to write in my opinion)


It wasn’t a big deal, I knew that. Archie had already confronted me about something going on with Betty. My heart had dropped to my boots at his question, trailing off because he didn’t quite know how to ask if such a thing could even happen. I understood, I didn’t want to admit it but even I shook with disbelief at the idea of Betty Cooper kissing me back, pressing her hand almost too softly against my neck - it sounded like something that only happened in movies. I didn’t realise I’d been so obvious about my feelings towards her, the tiniest iota of reciprocation from her plush pink lips breaking a dam within me, one that had been threatening to fail for years.

“We may have had a moment,” I told him hesitantly, feeling my face arrange itself into a grimace as I watched his reaction closely. His face was too still for comfort.

“Nah, it’s cool…” My eyes narrowed. I’d known Archie Andrews almost all his life, and right now he was in no way ‘cool’. I nodded regardless, wanting to shift the topic as soon as possible.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have even dared to imagine a universe in which Betty Cooper returned my feelings. What I knew, but was terrified to admit, was that the things I felt for this timeless Hitchcock blonde went beyond anything I deemed a teenage boy capable to feel. But this wasn’t a high school rom-com and Elizabeth Cooper was so much more than the longed-after love interest. She was versatile and stable, classic yet corrupt. A Jane, a Grace, a Marilyn… a Harley. She was an expect and lingering on the sidelines all while pretending to be on centre stage.

But what did I know, Betty Cooper had been the main character in the production that is my life for longer than I could remember, before even I knew the plot points. Never was I more grateful for the invention of the red herrings that were Betty’s feelings for the red headed boy.

Every time she caught my eye in the hallway, sending me the shyest sly smile, I felt the sound die away around us, edges blurring in a vignette until we were all that was left. She could have stepped out of a black and white movie but I’d be forever grateful I got to see her in technicolor. The sunshine gold of her hair, the ever changing green of her eyes, the way the pink of her favourite sweater matched the blossoming blush across her cheeks every time I dared to dance my fingertips across her peaches and cream skin. And never was I more thankful that I got to live offscreen, feel her warmth as she held me against her, ever the consoler. That I didn’t just have to imagine that she smelt of bubblegum and strawberry milkshakes, but I could breathe her in like oxygen when she let me press my insatiable mouth against her neck, fluttering pulse point so very real against my lips.

But the camera angle has to widen eventually as the meet cute trips into developing storyline.

“C'mon, Juggie, they all basically know now anyway,” she told me, gripping on to the crook of my arm as she walked us towards the common room. “It seems neither of us are as good at keeping secrets as we’d like to think,” she finished, rolling her eyes before staring up at me, unblinking and wide-eyed. I tried to keep my breath steady.

“Well I don’t know about you but I was perfectly fine at it before you came along,” I teased her, gazing down at her with a small smile. She grinned and bit her lip, sending my heart into overdrive. “Let’s do it then.”

Archie, Veronica and Kevin were sat in their usual spot on the couches talking amongst themselves. Archie nodding absentmindedly, pretending to listen to Veronica as he tuned his guitar, Kevin leaning forward in shock-horror as the girl described the moment she caught her heel on a dip in the pavement and snapped it clean off.

“Those were my favourites too, this town basically owes me,” she grumbled, the humour evident in her tone. Betty kept me tight against her side as she waited for a lull in the conversation to start her speech. My palms turned sweaty.

“Um, guys…” she started quietly. Despite her tone it was like a shot rang out into the crowd, three pairs of eyes turned to us instantly. “Jughead and I just wanted to tell you-” I could feel each gaze, like they were watching the tape before the final cut.

“That we’ve got a lot to do for the next issue of The Blue and Gold and probably won’t be around much this week,” I cut her off, words out of my mouth before I could even register what I was saying. I caught the start of the confused look Veronica shot Betty before turning and booking it out of the room.

I was halfway to the office before she caught up with me.

“Juggie! Where are you going, what’s wrong, what-” I glanced around before pulling her into the closet to our left. “Jughead, talk to me!” Betty’s eye were turned down at the corners and a physical pain tore its way through my chest at the thought of taking an ounce of happiness away from her. I took a shaky breath, trying to order my thoughts, unable to meet her penetrating gaze.

“I’m sorry, Betts, I just… I’m scared, I guess.” I could feel the embarrassment heating up my cheeks in betrayal. She blanched.

“Of what? Me? Am I not-” Her eyes misted over as I watched her mind flick into overdrive in her eyes. My throat closed at what she thought. I never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough, not desirable enough. My hands went gingerly to her waist, clutching desperately when she didn’t push me away.

“No! No, Betty you’re so wonderful. I couldn’t dream of anyone more kind and caring and compassionate as you. I… I want the whole world to know just how amazing you are and that out of everyone in the world you could possibly have for some insane reason you chose me,” I told her in a crazed whisper, eyes pleading with her to understand.

“Then why?”

“What we have… I didn’t think it existed, not really. But this, it’s ours and I’m just worried that if we tell people something change, someone would… make you see just how wrong I am for you and I don’t think I could take that, Betty,” I finished in a whisper, my voice barely audible as I blinked away tears. She could tear down my walls with one look and it terrified me. Exhilarated me. Suddenly her hands were cradling my cheeks, pulling my face impossibly close to hers.

“You listen to me, Jughead Jones. You are the one that is wonderful and caring and compassionate. The way you have dealt with everything life has thrown at you continues to, and will never not, astound me. And then when you’re with me you’re just you I feel privileged to be the one you share that with.” She paused, her voice choked slightly. My heart ached. “And no one will ever take you away from me,” she ground out, words forceful as a fire blazed behind her eyes.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged forward, capturing her lips with mine in a frenzy. She tasted better than I remembered, even. Our tongues fought in a newfound battle for dominance, surprising us both, but I was putty in her hands as she took my tongue between her full, swollen lips and sucked gently. I let out a low groan, pulling her impossibly close, unable to handle an inch of space between us. My hand slipped beneath her sweater, desperate as a man drowning to feel her skin against mine, to quench the fire growing deep in the pit of my stomach. She hitched her thigh against my hip and my legs almost gave out.

The click of the door latch tore us apart, chests heaving and eyes glazed with lust.

“See, I told you, Kev. Everything’s fine,” Veronica smirked while Kevin just stood with his mouth hanging wide. “P.S. guys, if you’re gonna go full on cliche and get hot and heavy in the janitors closet, you might wanna try making a little less noise,” she quipped with a menacing grin. My eyes shot to Betty’s, her red face looking, I assumed, exactly like my own. We held eye contact for a while before I watched her face crack, doubling over in hysterical laughter. I stared at her in amazement before being unable to follow suit. Veronica was right, I thought as I looked at the joyous wonder in front of me, everything was fine.

On reverse retellings-gender swap

Here on tumblr we’re comfortably throwing around (and taking in) ideas that stretch the mind, and attempt to cross the boundaries of society confines and stereotypes. Which is cool, but sometimes it can get a bit… detached from the actual real world that we’re trying to change (but still, lardely, haven’t, cause change is hard, if not impossible.)

So, basically, tumblr-land can be miles away from the whole rest of the land. It’s important to remember that this is a place of ideas, but not of the realization of these idas. That happens in the outside world, the real world, known also as

Originally posted by 8octopie


Immediately you’re going: “Oh no, don’t ruin it. Don’t expose it to THEM. THEY don’t get it.”

But they must. Just whining to each other on here, although fun, won’t change anything. Going out and doing stuff will.

So, let’s do an experiment, shall we?

We shall.

Originally posted by blunt-science

(Trust me, I’m a physicist.)

Let’s take this (amazing, if I say so myself) idea: A reverse retelling of Jane Eyre.

Originally posted by shosakurai



She is the one with the sercret, mad spouse hidden somewhere, thirsting for her flesh.

She is the one who wanted to grasp that little glimpse of happiness with another man, even though she knew if was forbidden.

She is the one who has to be set on fire (both metaphorically and literally) before she can be free of her demons.

She is the one who needs to be rescued from the horrors of her own life, and they both have equal flaws and good things to bring to the relationship. (In the book, Rochester needs to be freed of his wife, but other than that he’s supposed to bring more to the marriage, not morally, but materially.) In this reverse story, they are equals morally. Although she’s still kind of poorer, so that stays the same, as do a lot of other things, (because Charlotte is a genius and that story is already waaaay ahead of its time, and people would probably hate SO much on it because of feminism and stuff, but they can’t cause it’s a classic and you go, girl.)

Originally posted by ladybethcassel

What if he, in reverse, has had a sad, emotionally abusive childhood, and has lived a dry, melancholy life? While drownig in riches (nice contrast there). 

What if he is the unspoilt one, has never given his heart to any woman, nor has be promised marriage to one, although he’s had women salivate after him for years?

What if he is the one who has to come back to her in the end, and find her ruined, and promise to her that she is more worthy of him now than she ever was?

What if he has to rescue her morally and emotionally as much as she? (That’s the only thing that doesn’t happen in the book, Jane is the moral anchor throughout, and he’s trying not to drown in the sea of his sins. But what if she is a sinner too?)

What if, in short, the roles are reversed? What if the woman is the one with the guilty secret? Is she then worthy of love? Do we even dare to consider it? What if the man is left bewildered and wondering if she likes him AT ALL, and asking her to trust him with her secrets, and left at the altar (or near it)? What if he is the second man in her life (the non-virgin antitrope -is that even a word? Now it is) but she the first woman in his?

What if the man, for once, is not the one in need of emotional rescuing, but does the rescuing himself, even though he isn’t qualified to do it? But he becomes someone who can lead them noth to a stronger moral standard. He isn’t the rescuer, but he BECOMES the rescuer. Because there’s nobody that will save him, if he won’t do it himself. That’s what I’m talking about. What if he is their only hope of ever working things through?
What if she is good and kind and faithful, but maimed? Ruined? Is it good/romatic/relatable that he should want her at all? And is she in a place to even be attracted to him, after what has been done to her?

What if they are both ruined, the girl as well as the guy?

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Well, I’ll tell you what happens then.

People don’t GET IT. Most people. Some do. And yay. But most don’t get it. (Or if they get it, they don’t like it.) Ewwwww why isn’t she pure? Ewww she’s married, I don’t read books about girls like THAT. Ewwwww that’s not a heroine, that’s a *** Ewww why would he want her? Ewww Eww Ewwwww


In case you don’t realize what I’m talking about yet, it’s not ok for a woman to have a dark secret, to need rescuing, to not hold herself to a higher moral standard. All the things that make us go “my poor baby” for Rochester, would make us go “ewwwww” for Jane.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

That’s gender swap in the real world, my friends. How do I know that? Because of this. I did it, you see. I did the experiment. And I am thankful every day for people who GOT the story from the first second, like @tea-books-lover @velutluna @pagesfullofstars @celebangel @bassguitarwitch and soooo many others who beta-read, reviewed, or just plain encouraged me with this outlandish idea.

Because, let me tell you.

I’ve gotten hate. (The ewwwws we were talking about, see above. So many EWWWS)

Originally posted by sheepy-shenanigans

ewe? close enough. 

I’ve even seen people read the synopsis and go, why would I read a book about a heroine like that? I don’t read books about ruined heroines.

People message me (most of them don’t dare post reviews) telling me they loved the writing but WTH? I reply, it’s reverse. They say ewww the heroine isn’t pure. I say she’s like Rochester, he isn’t pure. They say well, yeah, but he’s a guy. It’s ok for the man. That’s not a Jane Eyre retelling (A LOT of them don’t even get that. They don’t even recognize the Jane Eyre plotline or the characters once I swapped the genders. I mean it when I say it’s a different world out there, you guys. People have no idea. No. Idea.) I say -I usually say nothing, or just bye, but if it’s a nice person who wants answers, I reply- it’s the same story, governess goes to work for rich dude, mad spouse, fire, impossible love, morals, wedding stopped, the works. But it’s reverse.

There’s even lines in the book that are a direct nod to the masterpiece.

“You are my bright angel.”

“You can be mended, if once you were ruined.”

“Take off your mask, little ghost.”

“You tranfix me quite.” (Ok, that’s a lie, I didn’t put that last one in, just love it.)

Aaaaan feels.

Anyway, I am really happy with how this story turned out (and a lot of other people are happy too, it seems -yay- special thanks to the person who left this

 in lieu of a review, you’re my favorite thing in the world, person). And if I can do a TINY BIT to bring about some change in this world, then:

1. Books are the way to do it (or one of the best ways, subtle but powerful), I really believe this, and history backs it up.

2. I am proud and happy and blessed.

3. I don’t mind the occasional thick head trying to push itself into my inbox. Maybe it’s the sign of someone trying to wake up. Or refusing to wake up. But you know what? Something made them almost wake up. And if that something was me… then that’s all I can ask for.

Anyway, I jsut wanted to share a bit of my experience on “the other side”, which something actually went out and did in real life. It changed me in so many ways, and I really hope it might have changed someone else too. Even the littlest bit.

I always reblog reverse story ideas, and now you know why they’re so close to my heart, but I wanted to share my story of actually going out and DOING THE THING. You should always do the thing, even if you’re scared. Also, if you’re scared, I’m here. Talk to me. I know about scared.

Which brings us to:


Originally posted by lamefreek

Read read read

Then write write write.

Then repeat.

Learn the rules, and break them. Like Charlotte did. Like a boss.

Let’s keep writing new things, let’s break the rules, let’s be respectful and educated, and then let’s think outside the box. Let’s RUIN the box (see what I did there? Pun, anyone? No? Ok.) 

Who’s with me?

(Also, if you happen to be with me not only on the swap gender ranting thing, but on the feels, here you go:)

What is love? ~ a Mileven drabble

Set two years after the events of season two, El has since been found and has been living with the Byers for the past few months.

Please comment and tell me what you think xx

The basement is still, Mike’s old violin music playing quietly (El says it soothes her). Mike and El are lying on opposite ends of the couch reading, their legs stretched out; their ankles and feet comfortably entangled.

El frowns as she comes across a word she doesn’t understand. “Mike?” she says quietly, looking over her book.

Mike looks up, putting down his book.

“What’s love?” she asks, curiously.

Mike feels a flush begin to creep up his neck and across his face. “Love?” he chokes.

She nods, not sensing his embarrassment.

“Um…” he sits up, “it’s like, when…” he sighs, stretching the back of his neck. She sits up too, waiting patiently, no sign of annoyance on his face.

“You know my mom and my dad and Nancy?”

El nods, and puts down her own book.

“They’re my family, and I love them, even when they annoy me, because if something bad happened to them I’d be really upset. Like with the boys, I love them too. It’s when you really care for someone, a lot. But there’s… uh, there’s different kinds of love,” he tries to explain.

“Different kinds of love?” El asks, sounding confused.

“Yeah, why don’t you, uh, look it up in your dictionary,” he suggests. Having been isolated throughout her childhood, there was a lot of words El didn’t know, so one of the things Joyce had bought her, once she’d gone to live with her, was a dictionary.

El shrugs. “I left it at home, plus, I like it better when you explain words.”

Mike feels his face turning red again. “Uh, okay, well I love my mom and she loves me, but not in the same way she loves my dad, or used to at least.”

El frowns for a moment, before saying, “Like Nancy and Jonathan?”

Mike nods, “Yeah, exactly,”

“And Joyce and Jim?”

It takes Mike a moment to process what El had just said. “Joyce and Hopper?!”

El nods.

“Whoa, okay,” he shakes his head with slight disbelief, he has lots of questions, but decides that they’re for later.

“Mike?” El asks, in her small quiet way, and she shuffles over closer to him.

“Yeah, El?” he moves closer to her too, so that they’re now sitting in the middle of the couch, their shoulders touching.

“Do you love me?” Her big brown eyes pour into his, and Mike’s heart goes into overdrive. He knows she’s just genuinely curious, that life and love are all new to her, that she’s not trying to put him on the spot, but it kind of feels that way.

“I-“ he hesitates, looking into her eyes. “Yes,” he says finally.

El’s hands begin to twist in her lap. “In what way?”

He wants to say ‘yes’ but has suddenly forgotten how to speak, plus, he’s pretty sure 14 years olds are not supposed to be in love, they’re supposed to make-out and play Seven Minutes in Heaven, not be in love.

He’s certain his face is the colour of a tomato by now.

A small smile works its way onto El’s face. “In this way?”

And then he has no idea what is happening, or how it is happening, but El leans forward and kisses him gently. It is so different from their last kiss, which was quick and fleeting and uncertain, and almost two years ago. It’s soft and slow and innocent, and Mike thinks his heart might burst from happiness. It’s short and lasts just long enough for El’s hand to find its way to Mike’s.

“Yes,” Mike whispers, when they break apart, “I love you in that way.”

El beams. “I love you in that way too,” she says tenderly.

She entwines her hand with Mike’s, their fingers interlocking with each other, she reaches over and picks up her book, before resting her head on Mike’s shoulder and continuing to read, only letting go of his hand to turn a page.

Mike sits there, relaxed; he watches El read, completely in awe of this girl who he loves, and who loves him too.

fanboyofallthingsfandom  asked:

"Hey, you slept with my roommate who's a notorious slut but you seem like a decent guy and here have some pancakes and we can chat and wow you're actually really sweet and genuine are you sure you wouldn't prefer this roommate to the other one?" Any ship you please.

Here you go, Hun! I went with Merthur because the story was practically written for them in my head before I finished reading the prompt haha :P

Send me a ship + AU and I’ll write a ficlet (preferably Merthur, Bagginshield, Wolfstar or Johnlock

Oh, no. Not again.

That’s Merlin’s first thought upon seeing the strange blond man in his kitchen. He’s wearing what are clearly last night’s clothes (dark wash jeans and a scarlet button-up) as well as that look of regret and embarrassment he’s seen on so many of the people who have been through Gwaine’s bed.

He knows Gwaine doesn’t mean to hurt anyone (the man is basically a human labrador puppy) but he’s impulsive and careless and no matter how many times Merlin has told him to be discerning about the men and women he sleeps with, he can’t seem to understand that not everyone is as good at one-night stands as he is.

Merlin, for instance, is still dealing with his string of ‘just-tonights’ with Gwaine five years later.

The current victim turns around sharply when he hears Merlin enter the kitchen, causing the water in the glass he’s holding to slosh violently and spill onto his hand. He looks like he’s been caught in the middle of a burglary and Merlin has to fight an amused smile at his look of terror.

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claudiazg  asked:

Hai, can you elaborate on why you ship archiebetty? :)



Look at these dorks. Everyone just look at them. Reading the comics growing up I have always rooted for Betty. I loved Mary Jane too I just identified with girls next door despite not being one. I’m a hopeless romantic and I think that’s why. I love the idea of best friends growing up and knowing the best and worst about each other and still loving each other. As Eddie Redmayne says “it’s a slow burn”. They say that the best relationships grow from friendships. It’s not just an idea I’ve found it to be such a truth. I’m not saying that people who meet and start dating aren’t good for each other. My longest relationship, 3 years, was with someone I met and immediately liked. We started dating two weeks after meeting and were together all that time. 

Betty is so faithful and loving to Archie. No matter how many times he fucks up she is there to support him. Even when he’s sleeping with teachers and picking a questionable career she doesn’t brand him as an idiot and leave him behind. Betty could. She’s smart, beautiful and capable of making friends. She has Veronica and Kevin and Jughead. She doesn’t need Archie Andrews to be her best friend. But she chooses him, every day, every morning she wakes up. Even after he breaks her heart she shows up on his fucking doorstep the next day and asks him to walk her to school. That’s one of the reasons I ship them so much.

And he loves her too. She takes meds and everyone calls her sister crazy or a slut and he’s there to send heart eyes at her from their windows and gush about proposing to her when she’s not around. LOOK AT THAT EPI 8 SPOILER WHEN V. SAYS J. IS HER BOYFRIEND AND ARCHIE IS LIKE SHUT!DOWN EYES. He still wants them to be best friends even if things are hard. He runs around asking people for advice when she’s mad at him and forgives her even when it hurts. They are that “red string of fate” kind of love and I will ship them even if the ocean runs dry.

So I wrote a thing...

I don’t know what this is. I just had a wintershock scene in my head that wouldn’t stop and I just had to get it out. I kind of want to make it a multi chapter thing, but seeing as the only fan fiction I’ve ever written has been a OUAT one shot and now this, the task seems daunting. But anyway, hope y’all like it. God, this is nerve wracking. Unbeta’d, any hot messes are mine. 

UPDATE!!! This is now a multi chapter fic on AO3!


There were exactly three things Darcy Lewis was prepared to cheerfully wake up for: homemade French toast, Christmas morning, and sex of the mind-blowing variety (subpar sex was met with her usual post-slumber grumpiness.) Loud, insistent knocking on her apartment door at 3am was decidedly not on that list, so it should come as no surprise that she let loose a rather feral growl as she rolled from her bed to seek out the source of the knocking. Darcy grumbled and stumbled her way to the front door, a hint of murder flashing in her eyes, before ripping the door open with a startling amount of violence from someone who could be solidly categorized as “civilian”.

“What. Do. You. Want,” she spit out, her eyes slowly focusing on the two blurry figures crowding the hallway outside her door.


Oh great. Of course. Who else would be here to see her in all her grumpy, rumpled glory but Captain Gloriously Handsome and…was that? Yep. Yep. Captain Glorious and his equally attractive, if utterly terrifying, bff superassassin, the Winter Beefcake.

Jesus, whyyyyy?

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✒️My Narry Fic List 📜

Aka: Every Narry Fic I’ve Ever Written; Ever

Basically, this is an official masterpost of every Narry story I’ve ever written! And I will try and update it whenever I can/whenever I remember. I’ve been asked a few times now for a link to all the fics I’ve written and, while I do plan on making a page for them, I quite like the masterpost-thing because everything is organized and they’re all in one place. So here goes:



The CountdownLike the timer on the inside of his wrist, Harry has been counting down the days-hours-minutes-seconds until he meets his soul mate. But then Harry meets Niall. (7,136)

Once an AddictNiall’s an alcoholic. Harry’s into drugs. (20,700)

Home is Where the Heart is (And My Heart is With You)Harry has always been with Niall, has always gone where Niall’s gone. So flying across the pond and drifting across the USA with Niall really isn’t all that different. Until it is. (13,243)

Broken-Hearted BoyNiall has watched Harry get his heart broken time after time, again and again. Harry just wants someone to love him. But Niall has always loved him and now that he’s finally fed up with Harry not seeing it, Niall tells him. (11,446)

Chasing HappinessNiall is a popstar, gone to find his happiness in Hollywood and Harry is just his best friend back home. (4,461)

Like DriftingHarry’s like the equivalent of a drifter, traveling the world on his own – and Niall’s the boy he keeps leaving behind. (9,745)

Half a HeartHarry’s spent the majority of his life searching for his soulmate; the other half of his rose gold heart. When he’s 19, he stops – stops hoping and wishing and searching – because maybe his mother is wrong. And then he meets a boy – bright blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, brilliant smile – and it feels like he’s known this boy, this stranger, his whole life. (6,466)

Of Demons and AngelsHarry is one of the greatest Shadowhunters of his time. And Niall is just a boy whose life gets turned upside down by demons and angels. This is not only a story of Niall’s search for the truth about who – or what – he is; it’s also one of loyalty and love. (40,626)

Seventh Time’s a Charm - Harry’s sees a certain blond boy six times over the course of his life and the blond boy gets away every single time. And then Harry sees him a seventh time.

Domestic Bliss - A typical breakfast routine before school in the Horan-Styles household.

The ReawakeningHarry wakes up dead and then meets Niall. [Major triggers: thoughts of suicide, attempted suicide, suicide, death, car accident.]

Tiara Niall - Harry kind of really just likes it when Niall wears tiaras.

A Narry Thanksgiving - It’s Thanksgiving in America and all Harry wants a little help. Featuring: domestic!narry, daddies!narry and twins!Annabelle&Parker.

Bread Van - Niall feels claustrophobic whilst stuck in the back of a bread van during filming for their 1D TV Special and Harry is there to keep him calm, like always.

Narry: Tarzan AUFor my Tarzan!Harry, Jane!Niall prompt anon :)

Red and the Big Bad WolfNiall finds himself alone and a bit freaked out when he runs into the big bad wolf. Not everything, however, is as it seems.

Happy Birthday, From AfarThis is because I miss Narry and I’m pretty sure Harry misses Niall even though it looked like he had a ton of fun.

Oh, BabiesNiall and Harry want to have a baby. Aka, The Evolution of Annabelle and Parker. Loosely tied this fic called Future for those who wanted some background information on how Niall and Harry got Parker and Annabelle, which is where the twins made their debut.

Late Late, Narry -  This is a drabble thingy I wrote after The Late Late Show involving a sick!Harry, a slightly tipsy!Niall with a mention of those teeny tiny red shorts Harry wore.

Wrong Anniversary (or Not) - Harry and Niall fight about when their anniversary should be.

People Fall in Love in Mysterious WaysThe plan is fly to Dublin and be engaged by the end of the weekend. It’s not supposed to include a slight detour, a series of delays and a beautiful but brazen Irishman who changes, well, everything. Inspired by the movie Leap Year.

A birthday thing - Niall’s a bit drunk, Harry’s a bit of an idiot and, well, everything works out in the end anyway.

Your hand fits in mineFive times Prince Harry held the stable boy’s hand.

Boyfriend TagIn which Harry finally does the “boyfriend tag”, something Niall’s subscribers have been asking for for weeks, with Niall.

For your eyes onlyIn which Harry finally tells Niall how he really feels.

Underneath the Mistletoe - Harry gets kissed under the mistletoe by a complete stranger.

I come alive when I hear your voice –  Niall goes to London’s School for the Gifted because he can read minds, and Harry’s a boy with a literal heart of gold.

200 Letters – In which Harry finds a box of letters written by a boy who broke his heart, and this is the aftermath.

Puppy Love - Niall has a dog. Niall and Harry have a past.

Last First Kiss -

“I mean, unless you’re afraid of kissing.”

Niall narrows his gaze. “I’m not afraid of kissing.”

“You’re afraid of kissing strangers, then.”

“I’m not a fan of kissing strangers.”

Harry smirks, sticking out his right hand for Niall to take – and Niall can’t help but notice how big they are, his hands. “Harry Styles. Born in Cheshire, moved to London for school a few years ago and didn’t have the heart to leave. And now we’re not complete strangers, so what do you say?”

Niall looks from a hopeful, wide-eyed Louis to a somewhat smug, charming and definitely cheeky Harry Styles. He sighs. “Fine.”

the only truth -

Sometimes it’s heavy, and powerful, and emotional; memories that take his breath away, and make his heart race with desire. Memories of stolen cookies, and staying up all night because they had so much to say; of growing up too fast because families can be messy, and running away overnight just to get away, and lying on rooftops to be closer to the stars; of first crushes, and puppy love – and real love, and first kisses, and slow dances, and whispered promises, and…last kisses.

Other times it’s just the simple things. Easy things; hard things. Things like smiles, and laughter; things like shadows, and similarities in other real people; things like old band t-shirts he’d forgotten that he’d stolen, and boots found in the back of his closet, and a scarf he didn’t even know he’d had; things like his imagination running wild with the scent of a cologne he hasn’t smelled in ages.

This Town UPDATE! 

When Everything Comes Crashing Down UPDATE!

Niall groans, kicks the sheets off of his legs before pushing himself to feet and stalking towards his bedroom window. He opens the curtain, sighs when he sees Harry crouched on the other side of the window pane- But he opens the window anyway. “How many times have I told you not to climb up here?” Niall hisses. He curls a hand around Harry’s bicep and pulls him inside. “You’re gonna get hurt again. And since you’ve already sprained your ankle, you’re running the risk of re-breaking the bone and-”

He stops when he notices Harry’s ruddy cheeks and wet eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly, a lump in his throat.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Harry,” Niall says. This time his voice sounds just as panicked, and he feels it. “Haz, what’s wrong?”

“Z-Zayn,” he stutters, pausing to clear his throat.

Niall blinks. “What about him?”

Harry stares at him; looks lost and confused.

“Harry, you’re scaring me. What-”

“He was in an accident.”

Note: This is a WIP.


Series/Companion Pieces:

The Button Chronicles:

(Neither the first or second part has to be read in order to read the other because technically they aren’t connected as they’re two totally different stories. However, the third part should be read after either of the others as it can follow directly behind either one. I hope that makes sense.)

Her Human’s HumanButton isn’t quite sure what to make of the new blond boy in her human’s life. (6,473)

Common GroundHarry watches fondly as both his boyfriend, Niall, and his cat, Button struggle to find common ground in Harry’s life. (2,910)

Button, With ChildButton is introduced to an infant with grabby, sticky fingers and hate every second of it. Until, maybe she doesn’t. (Or, it takes almost exactly a whole year for Button to warm up to the newest addition in her family.) (2,950)

Give me a reason:

Give me a reason: not to leave

Give me a reason: not to hang up

Give me a reason: not to cry

Give me a reason: not to give up


Denial - Niall is in denial and Harry’s the boy who suffers because of it. Then again, maybe they both do.

Denial - Prequel - Harry walks - more like stumbles - the line between friends and lovers with Niall.

Denial - Sequel - Harry deals with the aftermath of his and Niall’s maybe-breakup. Niall is finally ready to come out with Harry.


EighteenEd listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.

I have loved you (since we were 18)Harry falls in love with Niall long before Niall falls into him in return. [Inspired by One Direction’s 18 and companion piece to Eighteen.]


Diamond -  Harry’s a thief who gets his hands on the worldly famous Horan Family Diamond. Niall is just the boy who gets caught in the middle.

I’ll keep your heart safe - The sequel to ‘Diamond’ in which Niall and Harry find it difficult to navigate the ruins of their battered relationship - especially as new trouble threatens to ruin everything all over again.


First Words -  Imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is.

I fucking hate love you -

“What do you mean they don’t know about me?”

Niall watches Harry shift, watches him loosen and then tighten his hand on the steering wheel, watches him bite at the inside of his cheek. He narrows his gaze when the brunette doesn’t answer, reaches forward to mute whatever pop song is playing on the radio. “Harry.”

“I mean- They know about you, they just don’t…know about you,” Harry corrects, offering Niall an awkward smile. His grip tightens, again, on the steering wheel.

“Forgive me if I don’t know what the difference is,” Niall deadpans. “What exactly did you tell them, Haz?”

Harry hesitates – and Niall can see the movement in his jaw, that Harry’s biting his cheek. A nervous tick.

“I swear, Harry-”

“That you were my friend.”

Niall blinks. “Friend?”

Harry sighs. “I-”

“I wasn’t aware you let your friends suck you off in gas station loos on the way to meet your parents for the first time. Did Nick get to do it too?”



30 Days of Fics ChallengeWrite a story a day for 30 days and 30 different word-prompts.

25 Days of Narry Christmas – Literally just 25 fics of Christmassy, Narry goodness for 25 prompts that are directly/indirectly related to Christmas.

A Very Narry ChristmasA joint challenge that Ryan and I made ourselves for Christmas 2016. Basically, here are 25 days of Christmas. UPDATE!




Birthday Sex



Drug Addict!Harry

Bloody Nose!Harry

I loved you first 

you’re my werepuppy - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Original Request from nocomhbhronHey hey!! Love your blog dude :)
Anyway, I was wondering if you’d do a short of Isaac insisting that werewolves don’t like being scratched (like dogs; behind the ear, belly etc) but y/n scratches him while he’s sleeping and his leg starts going off 💕

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for swearing

Originally posted by killsalthi

Originally posted by jkque

“[y/n], come get breakfast!” Derek voice blared, waking you up.

You dragged your sleepy form out of bed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you joined your pack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You entered the common area, seeing Scott and Liam watching cartoons on the couch, Lydia on an adjacent chair eating French toast and reading a thick novel. Stiles and Derek were at the stove, bickering about something while Stiles stirred pancake mix and Derek flipped.

You finally spotted your favorite werewolf, Isaac, who was sitting at the minibar, hunched over a plate of eggs and bacon. Of course he’d be alone, and of course he’d look adorable with his curly hair slightly in disarray and clad in plaid pajamas and a white cotton t-shirt. You always had a soft spot for Isaac, nothing explicitly romantic, but also not inappropriately maternal. Everyone just has ‘that person’ with whom they can share everything and feel safe, and he was your person. And as proven by your unplanned matching attire, you were kindred spirits.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greeted. Isaac’s face shot up, looking at you surprised. He recovered as he recognized it was you, his mouth stretching into a bright smile.

“Morning,” he chimed. “Someone’s finally up.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well, someone had to stay up most of the night doing research because someone fell asleep, even though they promised they wouldn’t.” You lightly punched his arm.

Isaac ducked his head, a guilty grin taking form.

“Yeah… sorry about that. How do you make yourself stay up so late, anyway?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it. Tests and papers.”

Isaac playfully scoffed, mumbling something like “such a nerd.”

“What was that?” you piped. Isaac always teased you for being so invested in school, even though he secretly loved how smart you were.

“Nothing! I just said you looked really pretty today,” he shot you a thousand watt smile, leaning in closer to you.

You blushed, trying to mask your visceral reaction with a sarcastic laugh. You nudged him away with your elbow.

“Whatever, Lahey. Just eat your eggs.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mocked, resuming his breakfast.

Derek appeared in your line of vision, knowingly shaking his head at the two of you. Everyone kind of knew that you and Isaac were a duo, not really ~together~ but always together. You had a thing. They respected your unique relationship, occasionally making slides like “stop being gross” and “make out already.”

Derek slid a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Having a good morning?” he asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes implying a double meaning. He eyed Isaac, then you.

“Really good,” you replied with a tight smile. “Almost as good as yours.”

You gestured towards Stiles, who was now attempting to flip a drippy pancake.

“Shit,” Derek muttered, retreating backwards. “Stiles, don’t touch that!”  

You giggled at their antics, scarfing down a mouthful of pancake. Looking back over at Isaac, a wave of adoration hit you. You observed his careful movements, delicately using a fork and knife to cut up his food. You always wondered if the reason why he was so cautious, so meticulous in his ways was because of his childhood, always afraid to make a mistake, afraid of his father.

Your body moved of its own volition, the urge to comfort him overtaking you. You weren’t sure how, but your hand somehow ended up in new territory behind his ear. You moved your fingers along his hairline, gently scratching the area.

“What are you doing?” Isaac asked, breaking your trance. Amusement and confusion lit his features.

“What?” you replied casually, continuing to move your fingers. After all, it wasn’t unusual for you to touch him affectionately, physical contact a huge component of your friendship.

“You’re… scratching behind my ear.”

“Yeah, so? Do you not like it?” You pulled back slowly, embarrassment burning your face.

“I don’t exactly mind it,” he began with a laugh. “But you know I’m not a dog, right?”  

You raised your eyebrow.

“Hey, come on,” he scoffed in feigned annoyance. “Werewolf. Werewolf,” he enunciated.

You giggled. “I know. I just thought it would feel nice—“

“Well, you thought wrong,” he cut you off. “Werewolves aren’t dogs, [y/n]. We don’t pee everywhere, we don’t like belly rubs, and we don’t. Like. Ear. Scratches,” he pouted adorably.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. No more ear scratches,” you relented, but not before reaching up to ruffle his hair, laughing. Isaac merely groaned, hiding a smile in his shoulder.


The rest of the day had gone by smoothly. You were grateful, missing the aesthetic of a Lazy Sunday. The pack had decided to go out to dinner, leaving you and Isaac alone. You were both homebodies, preferring to stay in and relax.

You were sitting on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice, Isaac’s head resting in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked patterns into his arm until his body suddenly went limp, his breathing full and even.

He’d fallen asleep. Again.

Okay, you actually sympathized this time. Isaac thought Jane Austen was boring, but it was your turn to pick the movie, and you’d begged him for weeks to watch it with you. He had finally agreed before falling asleep twenty minutes into the film. You sighed, moving your hand away to avoid disturbing him.

But an idea suddenly hit you, recalling back to this morning when Isaac had said that werewolves didn’t like being scratched behind the ear. You thought back to all the times when you were a kid and your dog Molly had fallen asleep curled up beside you. Whenever you scratched her behind her ear, she would always whine softly and nuzzle closer to you in contentment.  

With Molly as inspiration, you slowly placed your fingers behind Isaac’s ear, gently caressing at first. When he didn’t stir, you nudged a little harder, running your fingernails against the exposed skin.

You froze when Isaac shifted, curving his body slightly inward. An almost imperceptible “hmm” broke through the silence as he burrowed his face into your lap. You took that as encouragement.

Still scratching, you used your thumb to graze the shell of his ear, stimulating more of the area. You passively noted how soft his earlobes were.

And that’s when it happened. Isaac’s leg twitched.

You gasped. Had you done it? Had you just proven Isaac wrong about werewolves? Victory was on your mind. Your best friend was literally an overgrown puppy in denial.

You maintained your controlled pace, not straying too long in one area, giving attention to different sections of his skin. You tried to stifle your laughter as Isaac’s leg started going off. You covered your mouth with your hand, the other still stroking him.

Behind you, the front door opened and the pack filed in, their voices and footsteps filling the air.

“Shhh, guys,” you whispered, turning around with a finger to your lips. They all turned towards you, approaching you in the living room.

“What’s up?” Scott said. They all stood in a circle, looking down at you and Isaac.

“Look,” you instructed. They watched silently. You resumed scratching Isaac behind his ear, and on cue, he started kicking his leg.

Stiles’ snort broke through the air as he buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, who was smirking and shaking his head. Liam broke into giggles. Scott hid his smile behind a fist. Lydia placed her hand over her heart, mouthing “so cute.”

Her support quickly turned devious as she pulled out her phone to take a video. The rest of the pack was now doubled over.

“This is so great,” Scott huffed through his mirth.

“This is fucking hilarious. I know what I’m doing tonight.” Stiles informed, a little too loudly. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder.

Derek glared at him. This created another uproar of giggles.

“Guys, stop,” you warned through fits of laughter. “He’ll wake up!”

And he did.

You looked down when you felt Isaac maneuver in your lap. He looked up at you with wide, confused eyes. You removed your hand discreetly, smiling down at him.

“Heeey,” you welcomed cheerily.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond before he sat up and noticed the roomful of people observing him. The pack recomposed, panting and wiping their eyes, their faces too red and their smiles too wide.

“What?” Isaac asked, his brows furrowed. He looked around, then back to you. “What did I miss?”

You sucked in through your nose, looking down at your lap.

“Umm, well—“

“This.” Lydia sat down beside Isaac and handed him her phone. Crap.

Isaac hesitantly took the object and played the video. You waited for his reaction as you saw his eyes go wide in the screen’s reflection. After a few seconds, he hung his head, planting his face into his palms. “Fuck me.”

The pack broke character again, hunching over in guffaw.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles taunted. “Even though Liam’s the youngest, I guess you’re the real runt of the litter.”

“Shut up,” Lydia protested, grinning. “I think it’s cute.”

“Alright children, let’s call it a night,” Derek ordered, smiling at you. “This was great, [y/n]. Made my night.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Scott approved. You noticed Isaac looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw locked. Scott walked towards Isaac and ruffled his hair fondly, from which Isaac reeled back, face tinted bright pink. “You’re the cutest beta there ever was.”

“I hate all of you,” Isaac deadpanned, sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We love you, too!” Liam called out en route to his bedroom.

Once everyone had left, you stood up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. You looked down at Isaac, noticing his staring at your exposed midriff, and immediately placed your arms back down. He looked away rapidly. You stood in front of him.

“Well, I hate to say I told you so…”

Isaac glared at you.

“Was that really necessary?” Isaac mumbled.

“A little bit?” you squeaked. His jaw dropped at your admission. “You just kept denying the ear thing! And in my defense, I didn’t know that everyone would come back all at once like that.”

“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” he jeered. “Now Lydia has a video!”

“So? It’s not like she’ll do anything with it,” you defended. “And for the record, I agree with her.”

“Agree with what?” he muttered looking down, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. You took a step towards him, your knees touching his.

“That you’re cute,” you spoke softly. He looked up at you, mouth parted. You inhaled at his bewildered expression. “Really, really cute.”

“Really?” he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. Isaac’s mouth formed an ‘o.’

You regarded him with reverence. His face looked so soft from the warm light of the fireplace. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his awe, using your other hand to cup gently under his jaw.

“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” you cooed. He nodded into your palm. You released him as he slowly stood up, eventually towering over you. You were standing a hair width apart, his breath fanning over your forehead.

He lifted one large hand, moving the hair away from your shoulder. He leaned over to confess into your ear.

“I really did like it… the whole time.”

“I know,” you breathed against his shoulder.

Isaac chuckled.

“I guess I really am a dog.”

“Nah, you’re more like a hybrid,” you responded thoughtfully. He cocked his head to the side, silently questioning you. You chucked at his perplexity before concluding.

“You’re my werepuppy.”

A/N: Hey, guys. Can I just say I had the most fun writing this? Thanks so much to nocomhbhron for requesting it! You are my first official request. And you are grand. Hope you and everyone else likes this! :) 

He will be loved

Pairing: Thor x reader

Request: A Thor one shot where ‘reader’ is Thor’s best friend, on earth. She helps cheer Thor up after Jane breaks up with him… Leads to smut… I’m not sure what else, it’s up to you

A/n. This may potentially have a second part IF you guys want it. I know there aren’t a lot of Thor smuts out there. That’s why I kind of left an open ending.

“Thor don’t ! ! !” I heard Tony shouting before I heard a loud crash. It must have been very serious if I could hear them all the way from the training room. I ran to where the source of the ruckus was coming from. Ending up in the living area in the avengers compound.

“What the hell is going on in here” I looked at the ground and realized there was shattered vase. It’s wasn’t just any, but priceless vase that Tony bought two weeks ago.

“Goldilocks over there shattered my priceless vase because he can’t keep his emotions in check. Honestly dude you’re acting like you’re the first guy to get dumped” Thor was visibly upset at what Tony said.

“Oh Thor” my heart broke for him, I knew how much he loved Jane.

“I’m going to go find another priceless vase online. Only this time I’m keeping it away from you. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you notify the cleaning lady to stop by and clean this mess” Tony glared at Thor.

“Certainly mr. Stark” the A.I. replied before Tony left the scene.

“Come here big guy” I looked up at Thor as walked toward me and hugged me. “I’m sorry about you and Jane”

“It’ll be ok lady y/n, it just wasn’t meant to be apparently” Thor rested his chin on my head.

“How about we head off to my place and spend some time together. Just the two of us”

“That sounds perfect lady y/n” Thor replied as we separated

“Ok I’m just going to change and then we can get in my car so we can leave”

“I’ll wait here then” Thor sat on the couch as I ran towards the locker room and changed before heading off.

Four hour laters we had gone through six boxes of pop tarts and four tubs of ice cream. I didn’t realize how sad Thor was about the breakup, luckily I was able to get him to open up about it.

“So tell me again what she said?” I asked I draped my feet over Thor’s lap as I took a scoop of my ice cream.

“Just that I’m never around and she feels like she’s not my first priority” Thor was looking down at his ice cream. I’ve never seen him so sad before.

“Thor it’s not your fault. She needed to understand you have business in Asgard. You can’t always be around whenever she wants. Don’t worry Thor the feelings you are currently having will go away. I’ve gone through enough breakups to know the pain is temporary” I reassured him but it only made him tense.

“Who are the mortals who broke your heart lady y/n”

“It’s ok Thor, they’re not worth it. Just like Jane isn’t worth you feeling sad right now” I smiled at him softly making him relax.

“You are right lady y/n, no more moping”

“That’s the spirit ! Now let’s continue watching these movies” I motioned to the stacks of DVDs on my coffee table.

*time skip*

It’s been seven months since Thor and Jane broke up. Throughout the entire thing I was by his side, making sure he didn’t fall back into his sad mood. I would be lying if I said I didn’t develop a crush on the asgardian God. But I push those feeling aside because I knew Thor was no where near ready to be in another relationship.

It was a quiet Friday night when all of a sudden the sound of thunder made me drop my drink all over my shirt. ‘Awww’ I complained as I got up and ran to my room to put on a different shirt. Already knowing Thor was about to knock on my door.

“Lady y/n ! ! !” I heard Thor’s voice before he started to knock.

“I’m coming ! ! !” I shouted back as I slipped on a clean shirt and sprinted to the door. “Hey Thor, come on in” I stepped aside and let him in. “What are doing here? I thought you were going to be in Asgard for another month” I asked as I went into the kitchen to get paper towels so I could clean up my mess.

“I was but I couldn’t bare not seeing your face for another month. My parents understood and allowed me to come.” Thor replied as I was cleaning my mess up. “If you do not mind me asking why are you cleaning?”

“Because of you and your thunder” I replied as I finished cleaning and threw the paper towels in the trash.

“I do apologize for that” Thor laughed as he plopped himself on my couch. We started talking about what we’ve been doing since the last time we talked.

“And I don’t know how he did it but Bucky stuffed forty pigeons inside Sam’s car” I was wiping the tears that were streaming down my face from laughing too much.

“Oh how I wish I was there when it happened” Thor let out a loud laugh. After I composed myself I noticed that Thor was staring at me.

“What” I gave him a weird look

“Nothing I’m just so happy you are in my life. You have brought me so much happiness during such a sad time. I truly don’t know what I would do without you” my heart started beating fast as Thor was speaking to me.

“I’m happy I’m in your life as well. Before I met you I was a shy agent that let people walk all over. You have taught me to stand up for myself and break out of my shy shell. Because of you I’m an official avenger.” I felt my cheeks growing warm.

“Lady y/n, may I kiss you” Thor asked out of nowhere but looked straight into my eyes.

“Yes” Thor wasted no time and pulled into a heated kiss. I’ve never been kissed the way Thor was currently kissing me. I reluctantly pulled away and tried to catch my breath.

“Wow I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time” I breathlessly said Thor picked me up and made me straddle his lap.

“Lady y/n why didn’t you say anything before” Thor gave me a puzzling look.

“I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you at a weak moment in your life” I felt him running his fingers through my hair.

“That is very kind of you” I looked up at him. “But my feelings for Jane are long gone, and that’s thanks to you. You have taken over my heart lady y/n” I felt my heart race at his words. I began to kiss his jaw as he had a firm grip on my lower back.

“And you have taken over mine Thor” I felt his hands under my shirt before I felt him pulling it off my body, leaving me in my red bra and sweatpants. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, sliding it off and tossing it towards the other slide of the couch.

“These are glorious” Thor cupped my breast an peppered them with kisses. I started to grind on him, trying to get some friction.


“Yes lady y/n” he answered before taking my right breast in his mouth.

“Don’t you think this would be better in my bedroom”

“Oh yes. If we are going to be making love I want you to be comfortable” with one hand on my lower back he used the other to help him up and made his way down the hallway. “Which door is is it”

“This one” I pointed to my room before he opened it and stepped inside, my lips were attached to his jaw. I let out a small whimper as he placed me on my bed before he started removing his clothes. I held my breath as I was staring at his sculpted body and nearly passed out once I finally looked at his impressively large cock.

“Are you alright lady y/n” Thor had a concerned look on his face. I guess I didn’t hide my emotions well.

“Yes I am, it’s just. I’ve never been with a man as big as yourself” I pointed at his cock as I began blush.

“It’ll be ok lady y/n, I’ll be as gentle as possible” Thor reassured me before joining me on my bed. “May I?” He motioned to my sweatpants and I nodded my head. With his fingers hooked on both my underwear and sweatpants he slid them off, leaving me completely naked. “You are stunning my love” Thor spread my legs and began to kiss his way up my legs before he was face to face with my pussy.

“Oh god” I closed my eyes as I enjoyed him licking my pussy a few times before burying his face.

“You taste so sweet my love” Thor was sucking on my clit and he inserted two of his fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back.

“Oh Thor” both of my hands had a firm grip of his long locks as he sped up his fingers and bringing me even closer to the edge.

“I know you are holding back my love please let go and enjoy the pressures I’m giving to to you” Thor’s words were like a trigger because the next thing i was cumming.

“FUCK ! ! !” I moaned loudly as my body started to quiver as my orgasm took over my body.

“That’s it my love, just like that” Thor praised as he removed his fingers and started licking up my juices.

“Oh god and to think that was just your tongue and fingers” I looked at Thor amazed.

“You’re too precious my love” Thor positioned himself and he started teasing my pussy with his cock. “Are you ready?” I nodded and Thor gently eased himself inside me, pausing halfway when he heard me hissed.

“Ok you can keep going” I clung to his biceps as he pushed his cock further until he was completely in.

“Take as long as you need my love” Thor kissed my cheek and waited for me to adjust to his cock. After a few minutes I gave Thor the ok and he slowly started to move. As time passed the pain subsided and I started to buck at his thrust.

“Oh god yes ! ! ! !” I began to scratch his back I my moans and his grunts filled the room.

“You are heaven my love” Thor got one of my legs and placed it on his shoulder. Giving him a better angle as his pace started to quicken.

“Mmm Thor I’m so close” I cupped my breast.

“Don’t hold them, I want to see them move as I am bringing you pleasure” I let them go and began clawing my bedsheets and I was getting closer to my second orgasm.

“Thor can I-”

“Yes my love you can, I’m right behind” Thor’s thrust became harsher before I knew it I came all over his cock.

“THOR ! ! ! !” I screamed as Thor dropped my leg and started moving much faster until I felt him cumming inside me.

“AHHH” Thor grunted as he fucked me through his orgasm before he pulled out and laying down next to me.

“OH.MY.GOD.” I was speechless. Did that really happen right now.

“My love are you pleased” Thor asked as he moved me so I was laying on top of him.

“Super pleased. I can’t even describe how amazing I feel right now” I rested my head on his chest as I looked out the window into the the night sky.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Thor started playing with my hair. “My love how would you like to take a trip with me to Asgard? My parents want to meet the woman who brought a smile back on my face. I think they’ll be quite pleased that we are together now” I looked at him shocked.

“Really ?”

“Yes, you are now the most important person in my life and I want my parents to meet you. But only if you want to”

“I would love to Thor, thank you for inviting me”

“Thank you for bringing me back to my old self” Thor kissed my lips before we fell asleep.
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I have been told it is @incredifishface​‘s birthday today, so in honor of that, I’m posting this link to her AO3 page and telling everyone that all of her Thorki fic is fantastic. Yes, all of it. Happy birthday!! (I think I missed it where you are, so happy timezone-extended birthday…)

Cocky boys – “In which Thor and Loki are the top stars in a studio of online porn, famously hate each other, but by popular vote they get paired to perform together in the Christmas Eve Live Event, and are not happy about it.”

A classic of the enemies-to-lovers genre, by turns hilarious, poignant, and scorchingly hot. The Tony Stark narration is especially wonderful.

Dog inside the heart – “Thor and Loki are the children of a dynasty of great actors. Their mother Frigga is a grande dame of the stage and muse of the finest European movie directors, their father Odin is going down in history as the Lawrence Olivier of his time. Thor and Loki are following on their steps, with everything to prove, to themselves and to the world. But as they become dragged under the public eye, so does their past, full of secrets and lies.”

Tragic, epic, and wrenching; sometimes emotionally difficult to read so READ THE BLOODY TAGS. Loki is such a fucking hero in this one, oh my God.

Unfaithful – “Thor has a good life with his wife Jane and a job in a law firm on the rise, until international superstar lawyer Loki Laufeyson is recruited to work in the firm’s most ambitious case. Loki brings with him not only his encyclopaedic knowledge of law, his silver tongue, his lack of morals, and a playful, mercurial, chaotic approach to the work, but also his outrageous playboy lifestyle… and his long, complicated past history with Thor.”

Did I mention that everything Fishie/Bookie writes is incredibly hot? Just look at the tags: “Angry Sex, Hate Sex, sad sex, making up sex, breaking up sex, Goodbye Sex, i can’t live without you sex, we can’t keep doing this sex, oh god the pain sex.” Hot and emotionally powerful! This one also brought my part-time Frostiron shipper to the fore (to be clear: Thor/Loki is always the endgame ship; but Loki/Tony is a completely fitting, emotionally appropriate, and also kind of hot stop along the way).

Musketeers Assemble – “Poor gullible Steve, freshly arrived in Paris from the provinces, has been ensnared by the Trickster, Cardinal Richelieu’s Spy or Spies, and now the Queen’s good name and the fates of France and England rest on the ability of his Musketeer friends, gloomy Thor, merry Tony, and steady Bruce, to help him retrieve what the Trickster has stolen.”

No, this is not crack, but it is similarly addictive. My knowledge of Dumas’s The Three Musketeers is limited, but from what I know, the character correspondences – Steve as D’Artagnan, Thor as Athos, Bruce as Porthos, Tony as Aramis, Loki as Milady – are spot-on. And Thor and Loki’s tragic backstory… oh, my heart.

Night of Kings (series) – “Loki’s hold on the throne of Jotunheim is finally strong and secure. There is but one thing left to do: renew Jotunheim’s alliance with Asgard. But when the King of Asgard asks him to cement their alliance by spending a night in his bed, Loki realizes you can’t learn everything just from books…”

Sort of Game of Thrones/ A Song of Ice and Fire-inspired, with Thor as virile horse-lord Khal Drogo and Loki as strong-willed but sexually inexperienced Daenerys Targaryen, but without the sexism and consent issues. Once again, by turns hilarious, poignant, and scorchingly hot… oh wait, that’s all of her stuff.

Serpent – “It’s been years, but Thor’s still not over Loki. He has put some sort of life back together, but now Serpent are back in town, and whatever semblance of peace and balance he’s managed to create is about to be turned on its head.”

A Rockstar!Loki AU – and in a reversal of the most frequent pattern, Loki is trying to win back a surly, reluctant Thor. And also being the most adorable high-off-his-ass spoiled diva imaginable.

A for Asshole – “Thor is a Class A Asshole. What a fucking shame. He is also the most beautiful thing Loki has seen in his entire life. He’d be willing to make many allowances for that face, that body, that blinding smile, but the truth is, the man is an Asshole of the highest order, an irredeemable, unbearable jerk.”

Yes, even the one-shots dashed off to try to shake writer’s block are delicious nuggets of salivary-gland-stimulating smutty goodness. Thor is an asshole, but Loki will fuck him anyway, under pretty much any conditions…

Roses and Revolutionaries pt. 2

(A/N) This was formerly titled Night Life, but I started fleshing out the plot (and ending!) and decided that this was more representative of the direction I wanted to go with this story. I can say that the story is going to be much more focused on The Count and the Volturi in the future, but I felt it was best to establish Y/n as a character and give the story some context before I go into any further detail with The Count. Just know that is coming soon! Probably in the next chapter.

Originally posted by whotfuk

Part One

*The new & impoved version, Roses and Revolutionaries: Revamped, is here as promised.

It was not until daybreak when the sun peaked out from the horizon that Alec realized it would be best to move the girl’s limp body. Soon the residents of the neighborhood would make their way out of their homes and discover an unfamiliar boy with red eyes and sparkling skin and an unconscious girl covered in blood, a spectacle Alec decided he could live without.  

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Blue. Phanfic.

Summary:  In the year 2003, fifteen five year old’s disappeared across the country, baffling police with no leads. At eight years old Phil Lester was supposed to be one of them, but he was spared for reasons unknown. As he grows up, the faces and names of the missing kids haunt him, until he turns sixteen when a boy with blue hair appears on his doorstep out of nowhere. The boy seems remarkably familiar, and Phil comes to realize he has more in common with the stranger than he thought.

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Thank you to @bringonthephandom for being my beta! :D 

Part: 1/?


9th November, 2003.

He knew the parents were downstairs. Because Jennifer Lester’s house had been under surveillance for quite some time. The mother and father never checked up on little Phil Lester after 8pm. He was usually asleep, cuddling his most trusted teddy bear and a pretty battered copy of Flat Stanley. The operation was simple, and it couldn’t go wrong. The windows were easy to break and it was an easy job: just straight in, grab the child, and then back out into the getaway car. He had done it a million times and tonight was no exception.

Except this time he didn’t break the window. Not after last time. It was his what, third kidnapping? Well, he wouldn’t call it a kidnapping. When these kids were older they’d thank the organisation for this opportunity. But at five years old, you can imagine a little kid’s reaction when a man is smashing through your bedroom window and climbing through. It doesn’t matter how many times he shushed the screaming kid or once or twice swore at it; because this one kid would not shut up. It turned out hissing, “Shut the fuck up you little brat!” didn’t work, and he had to actually use human emotions he hadn’t used in a very long time. Such as hugging the kid to his chest and murmuring that everything was going to be alright.

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#EatTheRare Fic Roundup: Hugh/Mads Rairpairs

Whenever we see a new Mads character, we as a fandom solemnly and with great deliberation proceed to ship him with EVERY POSSIBLE PERMUTATION OF HUGH.  Sometimes more than one of each!!  This festival has been amazing for the most ingenious pairings, and i think we all have new favorites now. Let it never end!

The Roundups will be broken into Mads/Hugh pairs, Hannibal Rarepairs, and a special category shoutout for Femslash Rarepairs, because WOW!! NICE JOB FANNIBALS!!!  There will be separate posts for Art and Fic, for a total of six, and then we will sent out one final post with all of the post links.

Thank you to @camilleflyingrotten for the gorgeous banner art!

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Hate To Love You

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Request: “My request is for a John x Reader (I am Laurens TRASH) where they are in a love-hate friendship and have blowout arguments and then one day they get to a REALLY bad fight that ends with the reader crying and a love confession and a kiss and all the drama and cheese you can handle”

Warnings: Swearing, angst

A/N: This got real, really quick, and I don’t know why I made it this angsty so I’m so sorry y’all, onto the story! (P.S., it’s a longer story so hope y’all brought some snacks!)

“Being the only one is this debate who was actually born here, I think I know more about my country’s history!” 

Alexander’s face contorted, you couldn’t tell if he was ready to scream, rant or hit Thomas. Or quite possibly, all the above. You felt your heart tighten for a moment at your brother’s jab, don’t get it twisted, you didn’t like Alexander by any means necessary, but it also wasn’t fair to insult him on something he couldn’t control.

You stepped in between them, placing a gentle hand on Thomas’ shoulder.

“Hey, lay off a little. Just be the bigger man and walk away.” You gave a warning look over your shoulder at Alexander, who stood a mere few inches from you, glaring. “It’d be best for you to do the same.”

These confrontations between Thomas and Alexander were a common happening, and you usually always jumped in to defend your brother. Well, your legal brother.

You had been taken in by the Jefferson’s when you were around five. Your parents were both heavy drug users and you had been taken away from them, placed into foster care within a week. You could still remember the fear you felt, five years old and wondering if you’d ever get to see your father’s face or feel your mother’s loving arms around you ever again. 

You remebered the day about two weeks into being in foster care when the Jefferson’s came to adopt you, and something you were positive you’d never forget; the first time you saw Thomas.

The strange woman, this woman that you had never met, the woman you trusted. She had come and visited you along with her husband for a few days now, each time bringing a new coloring book that you completed with exuberence. Each visit she and her husband would ask you different questions about yourself while you colored, like what your favorite color was, what food you liked to eat, what your favorite dessert was. You answered each with enthusiasm, it never crossed you as strange that these people would want to know so much about you, you were raised to respect adults and do what they asked.

Then, on their final visit, they had said they brought a surprise. Expecting it to be another coloring book, you glanced at their hands, slightly dissapointed when you didn’t find one. You turned your gaze back up to the woman’s smiling face.

“Um, miss? What’s the surprise?” You sheepishly inquired.

She winked at her husband, then parted away from him;only to reveal a little boy behind them.

He was a little taller than you, with a head full of frizzy brown hair that spang from his skull like a group of springs. His eyes shined and you couldn’t help but stare; you’d never seen brown in that shade before. You found it much prettier than your brown crayon. 

He smiled at you and stuck out his hand. “Hi! I’m Thomas! What’s your name?”

You nervously dropped your eyes to your feet, fidgeting nervously. “U-um…I’m (Y/N)…” You couldn’t seem to bring your voice above a whisper. 

“(Y/N)? Mommy and Daddy have been talking about you! Are you going to come live with us?” Your eyes shot up.

“Thomas, we haven’t asked her about that yet.” His father scolded him. He smiled sheepishly then dropped his gaze to his shoes.


The woman ruffled his hair, which made him lift his eyes back up and to you. She kneeled down so that you could see her face up close, she had the same eyes as the little boy. “(Y/N), would you like to come live with us?” your eyes widened in surprise. Live with them? You thought you were living here? 

It was then that you realized; you weren’t going to go back home. You thought for a moment, maybe you could still see your mom and dad if you went to stay with these people, you were sure your parents would like them. The lady had kind eyes, like your mom. And the man had a warm smile, like your dad. And Thomas, he seemed nice enough, even if he was a little, like your mom would say, enthusiastic.

 You decided that it would be okay to live with these people for a while, they seemed nice enough. And you trusted them, not like the people that sometimes came to visit the house. Now those people you wouldn’t be okay with living with.

But, you did want to know something. 

“Um, miss?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes dear?”

“Can I bring my coloring books?”

She and her husband both chuckled, then she nodded. “Of course you can honey. Of course you can.” You smiled.

“Then sure!” You looked at the boy, who like his father, had a warm smile. “Do you like to color too?”

He nodded. “Yeah! Come one, I can show you some of them when we get home!” He grabbed your hand and held it, and you giggled at his excitement.

For the first time in two weeks, you had a feeling that things were gonna be okay.

Ever since that day eleven years ago, you and Thomas had been practically inseperable. The man and woman who you’d later learn to call Peter and Jane often joked that you two were more like best friends than brother and sister. But it was true, you two did everything together, which also meant that Thomas could be extremely protective, sometimes to a fault.

But you were also protective over Thomas, because you knew along with his big heart, he had a big mouth. Which  is why you found yourself once again between him and Alexander, breaking up another heated argument.

“Don’t tell him what to do, especially since you weren’t even involved.” Someone stepped out from behind Alexander. 

Just fricking great. It was John Laurens.

John was as protective over Alex as you were over Thomas, and he often felt the need to butt in just at the wrong time. Just when things were dissapating.

But it wasn’t just the fact that he did this that caused your irritation towards the freckled-faced man, he always seemed to be taking jabs at you. Whenever you posed a theory in your A.P. Literature class on an interpretation of the text, he always had to shoot it down, to prove you wrong. Even when you knew you were right, hell, even when he knew you were right.

You two basically couldn’t stand each other as much as Thomas and Alexander couldn’t stand each other. Which made you even more frustrated when you found yourself getting flustered and blushing when his body accidentally brushed against yours.

It wasn’t that you had a crush on him, no that couldn’t be it. You just really liked the way that he walked, the way that he always tried to help someone in need, the way his hazel eyes sparkled when he was excited about something, the way that strands of his wild hair would sometimes fly out from the restraints of his ponytail…

Okay, fine. Maybe you had a crush on him. But he was such, such a nuisance that you knew you could never act on or acknowledge your feelings, even if now, as he stared at you with those eyes of his, you felt a blush creeping up your neck.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Butt out Laurens, you weren’t involved either.”

“But I’m actually defending someone who isn’t wrong here.” He challenged, cocking a brow. You turned your body so that you were completely blocking Thomas and completely facing Alexander and John. 

“If you could just learn to shut your mouth and actually listen, maybe you’d realize that your buddy there isn’t completely innocent in what hapeened with my brother.” You shot back. 

Alex sighed, trying to calm John down. “It’s not even worth it anym-”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so quick to jump in and defend someone that’s not even your real brother, you’d realize that he’s the one who started it!” He angrily retorted.

Time seemed to stand still as his words ripped through your heart like a lead bullet. Not many people knew about your biggest inseecurity; never truly feeling like you were good enough for the Jefferson’s, even Thomas at times. But you had learned to get over that, because even if they lived in a bigger house than you had ever seen, and even if the price tag on the clothes they wore made your eyes almost pop out of your head, you had come to think of them as your family.

Tears formed at your eyes, and your thoughts became muddled. You couldn’t think of anything to shoot back, all you could hear was his words replaying over and over in your head.

Not even your real brother.

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as the tears you fought so hard to hold back spilled down your cheeks. John’s face turned from one of anger and hostility to one of regret. “(Y/N)-”

But you didn’t give him time to finish, instead you ran from in front of Thomas, sprinting down the hall to an abandoned closet you often hid and did your homework in before class the day it was due.

Once inside, you leaned up against the wall and wiped your face with your sleeve. You knew that John didn’t like you, he made that apparent the day he met you, but you never thought he’d stoop so low.

Maybe…you were also hurt because you felt betrayed by your crush.

It was a double blow to your heart, one that kept the tears coming. After a few deep breaths though, you managed to calm yourself down enough to where you stopped crying, and started doubting. 

Maybe it was obvious that you didn’t belong with the Jefferson’s. Maybe you truly weren’t good enough for them. Maybe Thomas didn’t even like you, he just put up with you because he had to all these years. Maybe-

Your thoughts were interrupted as the door was flung open, John was shoved inside, and then slammed shut. You let out a surprised yelp and prayed that you couldn’t tell that you had been crying. But as he nervously lookedup at you with concerned eyes, you knew it was obvious.

You moved as far away from him as you could, then crossed your arms defensively over your chest, refusing to meet his pitiful gaze.

Silence hung in the air like a storm cloud about to go, and he was the first one to break it.

“(Y/N), what I said out there, I didn’t mean-”

“I know exactly what you meant John.” You curtly cut him off.

You saw his shoes take a step towards you.

“I-I don’t know why I even said that, look, I’m really sorry, it was a really shitty thing to say. And I know it’s not true-”

You chuckled bitterly, lifting your eyes to meet his. “Technically, it is Johnathan. I was taken away from my druggie parents, thrown into the foster system and then humbly saved by the Jeffersons!” You dramatically exclaimed. “But Thomas, he is my real brother, he’s the only one I can trust in this going to shit world and for you to even suggest that he isn’t,” you walked up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest, “You must have balls the size of coconuts. Don’t you ever talk about my family again, or I’ll do something alot more serious than just talk to you. And before you get involved in something that you have no place being involved in, you should learn what’s going on. Yes, Thomas made a dickhead comment, and yes, it was unnecessary but Alexander started it. And I was actually jumping in to defend him.” You huffed, breathing heavily. Your heart pounded angrily and you clenched your fists to stop them from shaking.

He stared at you, not saying a word. Then suddenly, he broke out into a wide smile. Then, he started laughing. You were perplexed and frankly, a little concerned. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, but you’ve got the same strong argumentative skills as your brother. Maybe that’s what draws me to you so strongly.” He smirked. 

You felt a hot blush creeping up your neck and settling on your cheeks. Draws him…he’s drawn to you?

“S-stop trying to flatter me just so you don’t feel like a dick.” You muttered, dropping your eyes to your shoes.

“But I’m really not trying toflatter you. I’m being serious.” You cocked a brow.

“But you hate me, you always have.”

He scratched his neck shyly and looked away. “I uh…I’ve never hated you, okay? It’s just, you’re Thomas Jefferson’s sister, and I’m Alexander Hamilton’s best friend…”

“Okay? Your point is?”

He sighed, then turned his eyes back to meet yours. “I’ve never hated you. I hated the fact that I can’t have you, becuase the truth is,” he took a deep breath, “I’m in love with you.”

You gasped and felt your heart conflicting. “You…why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“Because, Alexander, he wouldn’t understand. And Thomas,” he chuckled, “He’d kill me. I thought if I convinced myself that you were this terrible, unlikeable person, that I wouldn’t feel that way anymore. But the truth is, I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I couldn’t stop loving you.”

All your previous anger dissolved, taking its place was something you’d hidden away ever since you tried to push away your feelings for John. For the first time that day, you smiled at him. “Me too.”

He furrowed his brows. “You too what?”

“I tried to convince myself to not love you. And,” you grabbed his hands in yours, “I failed miserably.”

He smiled, then wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and twirling you around, whcih proved to be a bit difficult in the small broom closet. You shrieked and laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “John!”

No sooner than he had put you down, Thomas and Alexander burst through the door, Thomas looked ready to fight while Alexanader just looked amused.

“LAURENS! HANDS OFF MY SISTER!” He seethed, stepping towards him.

You quickly escaped John’s arms and blocked Thomas, holding him back.

“No! Thomas, let me explain! He wasn’t hurting me!” 

He glared at John. “Then what the hell did I just hear and see?”

Alex chuckled, then laid a hand on your brother’s tense shoulder. “I believe we just interrupted something Jefferson.” He sent a knowing wink your way.

Thomas’ face went from angry to confused, looking between John and you. “Wait, interrupting what exactly?” Your blush grew darker.

You felt John’s arm snake around your shoulders. “You kind of interrupted a mutual confession of love bro. Kind of killed the mood.” John chuckled. 

He looked between you two again, and it finally clicked. He cringed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Um, are, is that, what?” You sighed.

“Thomas. I love him. He loves me. That’s what mutual means.” He rolled his eyes and Alexander chuckled next to him. 

“Come on Jefferson, let’s give these two love birds some privacy.” Thomas glared at him, then turned his attention back to John.

“If you even think about hurting her, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to talk right again, got it?” He threatened. John nodded. 

“I won’t.” 

Thomas nodded, then sighed. “Good. Now I’m just gonna leave and pretend I never saw any of this and try to ignore the fact that my baby sister is dating my rival’s best friend.”

Alex nodded. “Same. By you guys!” He and Thomas walked out, shaking their heads. John turned back to you, smiling.

“Where were we?” You blushed, leaning in.

“Right about,” you stood on your tiptoes, gently pressing your lips to his, ignighting the spark that had turned into a full on raging fire, “here.”

He smiled against your lips. “I really am sorry for what I said earlier.” 

You smiled, looping your arms around his neck. “All is forgiven. But don’t mess with Thomas, I don’t think he’s joking about that threat.”

He chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair from your eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Like that day so long ago, you had a feeling things were gonna be okay.

Happy Birthday Hannah!

It’s going to be hard to match the amazing fic you and Jane wrote but I really hope you like it.

Based off the “I accidentally sent you a selfie of me in the tub and you sent one back and damn you’re cute” au.

Percy is on his third bowl of cereal and exactly half way through the first, and sadly only, season of Daredevil on Netflix, enjoying a well deserved night in when his phone goes off. Percy keeps his eyes locked on the small TV sitting on the stack of textbooks across the tiny apartment from him while he fumbles for the phone. He pats the couch blindly until his hand hits the stupid thing and knocks it off the couch. Percy groans, tearing his eyes away from the TV long enough to see where his phone has flown off too.

For a second he debates just leaving it but if the text could be from Grover, asking if Percy wants enchiladas which is definitely moving from his comfy spot on the couch. He pulls his feet off the second hand coffee table carefully, always afraid he’ll break the thing since it’s mostly held together with glue and ducks to grab his phone. With a quick slide of his thumb he opens the message from a strange number he doesn’t recognise and nearly covers his lap in knock off Fruit Loops.

The text isn’t just a text, it’s a picture of a pair of very long, very tan, very gorgeous legs propped up on the edge of a tub in what looks to be a bubble bath. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to pick his jaw up off the floor. When he finally gets himself together he notices the caption at the bottom reading This is the better thing I have to do on a Friday night.

Obviously the message wasn’t meant for him, Percy doesn’t get random bath selfies from owners of very attractive legs. He has no idea what to do though, they don’t offer a class on how to handle getting an accidental, partially nude selfie from a random number. Percy swallows and stares at the picture a second longer, something about the legs is strangely familiar. That’s when it hits him, they’re Her legs. Annabeth Chase, the way out of his league, way too smart blonde that sits in front of him in Mythology 218.

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Daycare - CEO!Luke:

singledaddy!ceo!luke AU:

Originally posted by rydeforyou

requested: lol no, this came to me in a daydream hehe

Plotline: Single dad CEO!luke running into problems with his ex-wife.

A/N: this was supposed to be short haha, it’s kinda long. I just got this idea while studying and couldn’t stop thinking about it until I wrote it :3

feedback is very much welcomed lovelies :)


Jumping out of the black tinted BMW in a scurry, Luke dashed into the daycare center, only sparing his driver a little nod of his head. His legs led him through the all too familiar corridors, eyes frantically glancing at every classroom, his beating heart only calming down as he spotted an anxious figure at the end of the hall.

“Hey” he breathed out, his lungs still recovering from his previous run. “You called, what’s wrong?” Luke had received an urgent call during a meeting, his body bolting out of the building the minute he read the caller ID, before he could even comprehend what was going on.

“Yeah I did. Luke, it’s about your ex-wife.” you carefully informed him, your eyes gauging his reaction to the spoken words. Luke’s whole demeanor changed at the mention of the word ‘ex’, the usually composed and poised CEO coming baffled.

 You had known, of course; everyone knew. It was no secret to the rest of the globe how two of the most successful CEO’s in the business world turned their divorce into an all out war. It was a sickening scene really; how she had fought to get as much profit as she could from the separation, pursuing alimony and attempting to get a precentage of the financial shares of his own company, hiring a team of lawyers in the process as if it were her only purpose in life. She had fought for the financial outcome of the divorce much harder than the custody of Jace, their one year old son. 

Luke was well aware as soon as she had filed for divorce that she was coldly aiming at tearing his company down; the company he had worked hard for, the company he had started from scratch as he first began as a simple employee who was barely making the minimal wage.

 Unlike his previous spouse, Hemmings.Inc wasn’t handed to him on a golden plate from his father. He had gotten where he was through hard work and restless labor, making his name known to every businessman out there. It was given that the divorce and the following lawsuits filed by his ex could severely damage everything he had worked hard to uphold; and it nearly did. But his enterprise had made it through, and he was able to bring everything back where it was, maybe even more successful than before.

 You had known about everything; how he had struggled to bring his business back to life all while juggling the new single-parent life he found himself thrown into; how he had suffered through the first few months, breaking down every now and then as the weight he was bearing became agonizingly heavy for him to hold up by himself. The single parent life wasn’t something he chose, nor was it something he wished for his child. Although it was notable that if anything, the divorce had at least been beneficial for Jace, as he no longer had to live in the poisonous atmosphere caused by the conflicts his parents faced.

 You had known all of that; but unlike the rest, it wasn’t through gossip sites or boldly printed headlines; it was through a candle-lit dinner with Luke, the composure in which he spoke making you wonder if he had anticipated the question. 

Meeting you had been the epitome of hapiness and alleviation, not only because the Daycare you maintained had been delightfully indulgent when it came to his tight –and not always suitable- schedule, but mainly because of the relief you had brought into his life.

 Luke couldn’t possibly deny how much of a mess he had been, completely clueless on what to do or how to even start. He had been more than ecstatic to have gained full custody over Jace, however the sleepless nights he had been through as the little toddler cried out for his mother had brought him over the edge. He often found himself crying along with his son in the early morning hours, fully aware that a hard day of work was awaiting him yet unable to stop the heartbroken sobs that rocked his body, not even after the crying child had fallen asleep. And when you came along, he had already fallen deeply into a perpetual cycle that almost tore him apart.

 Maybe it was the support you had offered him as he broke down one early morning whilst dropping Jace, looking like an absolute mess, that lead him into trusting you.

 Indeed, you had been expecting some kind of turbulence once you had realised that the new enrolled toddler’s last name was Hemmings. What you hadn’t predicted, though, was a 6’4 businessman breaking down in a miniature child chair; his longs legs tugged uncomfortably as he furiously wiped his tear-stained face. 

 You had been the one to carefully listen to his heartbreaking struggles, providing him with the support he –oh so desperately- needed, helping him see the light at the end of the tunnel. The mutual attraction was not hard to miss; even your co-workers and his employees could tell. And although you had both agreed that no relationship could be pursued between the two of you until Jace was no longer in your care, you were both eager to know more about each other, the unspoken care you two held for the other growing deeper with every passing day. And as Jace was nearing three years old, he would soon be out of your Daycare, moving into Kindergarten.

 In the end of the day, Luke was finally able to get his mind back into work, feeling at ease that you of all people were taking care of his son.

 And now, a year and half after the most aggravating event in Luke’s life, she was back once again. The woman that had broken his heart and tore apart his family and business, disturbing the peaceful harmony he had managed to sustain. 

“What about her?” Luke asked, trying to get a grip and understand furthermore.

 “She came in almost an hour ago –I don’t even know how she got the address. She wants to take Jace with her, but I tried to explain that since there was no information regarding her in the registration papers, it’s against policy to let her take him.” 

There had been no mention of Jace’s mother in the papers Luke had filled; he had listed his parents and even hers, yet her space had been left blank. You had been considerate, fully aware of his difficult situation, so you didn’t try and push it any further.

 “I wouldn’t have called, I shouldn’t have called. But she wouldn’t stop screaming and the kids were getting scared… I-I wanted to call your secretary first but I didn’t have your office number-”

“Hey” Luke shushed you, raising his hands to rest them over your shoulders, his thumbs soothingly rubbing your shoulder blades. “You did the right thing by calling me.” He knew for a fact that it was near impossible for anyone else to convince his ex, him being entirely conscious of her character. For a second, he even started doubting if he could handle the situation at hand. 

“Come on, lead the way.” Luke instucted, his eyes reassuring you that he was already planning what to do.

 As requested, you lead him into the back office, warily opening the door for him to come in. There she stood, right in front of him, in all of her fanciness and smugness, shouting at the receptionnist who was trying to keep her cool. 

Luke’s mind lead him back into their first encounter, recalling the star-struck feeling he got as he laid his eyes on her. He had been charmed by her beauty and grace, instantly forming an ideal perception of her. It was his first time falling in love, his first time handing over his heart completely to someone else; his first time having his entire being shattered like broken glass. 

He had been blind, totally ignoring everyone else’s concern about getting married at a young age. He wasn’t worried about any of that, he was in love with her and they both could understand each other as they made money the same way; working in their respective companies. And not even the unplanned pregnancy could change his mind; a child with the woman he loved seemed so delightful at the time. 

That being until he realised how much of a fool he had been to not understand that the whole marriage was nothing but a business deal for his spouse, all in the purpose of merging the companies and increasing the profit. Their marriage had already been condemned to fail by the time he had finally opened his eyes to see that the love was one-sided, and that the angelic idea he had of his wife was no where near true. 

 “Ma’am, I am not allowed to let someone pick up a child without the consent of his legal guardian.” The receptionist explained once again, growing very tired as the shouting hadn’t stopped for an entire hour.

 “For the hundred’th time; I am not ‘someone’, I am his mother!” Jane, Jace’s mother, screamed the words venomously at the worker, her manicured and red tinted forefinger pointing at her. 

The receptionist’s relieved eyes met yours as you sent her away with a nod towards the door. It was very clear that the situation needed privacy, even you were thinking about leaving the two alone. As if reading your mind; Luke turned his head to face you, shooting you a reassuring smile before turning back to face Jane.

“Ah! Finally the legal guardian arrives! Now would you please tell them that I’m allowed to pick up my damned child if I wished? Honestly, what kind of place is this?” she huffed angrily, her eyes staring at her ex-husband.

 “Jane, you are allowed to pick up Jace; but on the visiting hours the court decided. The visiting hours you have completely disregarded for the past 10 months, may I remind you?” Luke’s hand uncousciously moved to loosen his tie, the unplanned encounter with his ex turning out to be far stressful than anticipated.

 “Look, I am in no way trying to take your son away from you; I could never. But you’re not giving me much to work with, and barging into his daycare to take him without a court order is definitely not helping!”

Luke leaned back on the desk behind him, his right hand sliding into the pocket of his dress pants as the other rubbed his eyes in frustration. Business he could do, parenting he could handle, but fighting with her wasn’t something he could take. It only brought up old memories that had poisoned his mind for a long while, memories that had only stopped tormenting him after meeting you. 

Before Jane could shoot her comeback, the door cracked open revealing a crying Jace. He had been shaken up the entire morning due to the screaming, instantly seeking the comfort of his father as soon as he had heard his voice. 

An incoherent babble of words escaped his pouty lips, the two and half year old still struggling with his words. At the mention of the word “ma ma”, a proud smile appeared on Jane’s face, feeling victorious in a way. 

The proud smile instantly dropped into a nasty scowl upon realizing that Jace was running into your arms intead of hers. You picked up the toddler, rocking him in your arms to sooth him. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to call you ‘mama’ or ‘m’my’; you were the one taking care of him whilst his daddy was at work. More so, you were the one Luke would call late at night when Jace wouldn’t stop crying or when his tempature was worryingly high; you were the one to dress him in that spare hoodie you always had when Luke hadn’t predicted the sudden change in the weather; you were the one taking him back to your place when his father would stay in his office until unholy hours. You weren’t complaining though, your actions were driven by the love you beared for the two boys.

“So that’s what this is about?” Jane let out a wicked, dry laugh, “You didn’t want to hand me my son because you somehow believe you could ever replace me? Honey, don’t get too caught up in your dreams!”

 You stood right in your place, arms still holding up Jace who was fisting your shirt, his burning forehead resting in the crook of your neck, feeling intimidated with every click of her designer heels as she stepped closer to you. 

Luke however, didn’t seem to lose his composure, his eyes not leaving her as he adressed you; “Why don’t you take Jace out to the playground for a while?”

“Come on muffin, let’s go play!” You cooed at Jace, stepping out of the tense atmosphere. Setting the child down so he could play, you took a step back as you watched him. As much as you tried to drown out the nervous feeling welling up in your stomach, you couldn’t. Your mind was caught up in the discussion happening back in the room, wondering where it would leave not only her and Luke, but also you and him.

 It was past your closing time, and all the workers and kids had already left, leaving only you and Jace in the playground. Your ears picked up the sound of foot steps coming closer to where you stood.

“Hey” Luke breathed out, sitting down on the bench to join you. 

“Is she gone..?” you trailed off, watching as Luke bobbed his head as a yes. Nodding your head along, you looked back to Jace, not knowing if you should ask more questions or just leave it be.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t create more trouble in the future.” Luke affirmed, making you direct your attention towards him again. His appearance was much different than it was when he first came in; his gelled hair was pushed back from running his anxious hands through it, his suit no longer neatly ironed as usual, his eyes looking tired as ever.

“About what she said before,” Luke began, his eyes glancing at his son instead of yours, “You’re in no way a replacement for her. You’re nothing like her; if anything, you’re more of a mother figure to Jace than she ever was.” 

The last words were spitten angrily, the collected personna he had managed to keep in front of his ex wearing down for he knew that he could strip himself in front of you, the composed façade no longer needed. As strong as Luke pried himself to be, you could tell that the encounter had brought back the doubts that had surrounded him during the first lonely months. That pained you. Why does he have to torment himself for things she caused?

 “You’re doing an amazing job” You mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist in an attempt to shield him from his demons that had resurfaced. “Jace is by far the loveliest kid I have ever encountered; he’s really sweet and well-mannered.” 

You lifted your head from where it rested, bringing your hand to his cup his face and turning it gently so he faced you, speaking every word clearly for him to hear; “He has an amazing, hardworking, and ridiculously handsome father. He takes so much after him, and I couldn’t be any prouder,”

 A fond smile adorned Luke’s face at your words, his hands wrapping around you to bring you into a warm hug, his lips tenderly pecking your temple. You found yourself curling your arms around him, enjoying his warmth and the scent of his cologne. 

“Wait! Shouldn’t you be back to work?” your head shot up at the thought, Luke chuckling at your behavior. 

“I actually cleared the whole day. So what do you say the three of us go somewhere no one knows us?” 

His proposal was quickly met with your excited smile, your head vigorously nodding.

 “Come my little prince” you called out for Jace, who shot his head up from the sea of toys he was playing with, finally noticing the presence of his father. 

“Daddy” he squealed, jumping into his father’s open arms; giggling as Luke kissed him and playfully rubbed his scruffy jawline against his cheek. Jace was –predictabely- such a daddy’s boy, and the joy adorning his face was an incredible sight to witness.

 From afar, the three of you looked like the perfect family. And you truly were, albeit there was no blood tie connecting you.

5 Times Hannah Shepard Met Garrus Vakarian

Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: Part 4 : Part 5.1 : Part 5.2 (FIN)

Summary: The Fourth time Hannah Shepard Met Garrus Vakarian, it was over the comm line, and she was terrified something was wrong.

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The Fourth Time Hannah met Garrus Vakarian, it was him buzzing her over the comms. Over her daughter’s comm line, specifically. Her heard dropped into her chest when she saw it, the small, insistant Jane Shepard dialing… with a turian face in the comm-cam. Like any mother, she’d feared he was calling to tell her the worst.

With the reaper war on, she didn’t talk to Janie very much. It was an understandable distance – Janie had never been the type of girl who dialed up her mom on vid-com every day, and both Hannah and Janie had jobs that were all-but-consuming.

But given all the families who were torn apart by the war – who didn’t get the option to talk to their loved ones – it felt selfish not to take the opportunity, from time to time, to check in.

So she did. Not every day, because neither have the time for that, and not all the time. But…When all the news coming in was overwhelmingly horrible and the comm lines were open, sometimes Hannah needed to see her daughter, just to make the universe feel a bit less horrible.

The calls were short, to the point – they never talked for long, and in this war, neither felt right tying up the bandwidth when vital info might be coming in – but it was enough. Hannah got to see her Janie, alive and…well, alive.

And that was enough. That was all that mattered.

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Ale's Olicity Fic Recs List

In honor of my three years on tumblr, I wanted to make this list of my top favorite olicity fanfics i’ve read since i joined the arrow fandom. Honestly this list could have been so much longer but alas i’ll make myself make a part 2 sometime in the future. I hope you find new fics you haven’t seen before or that you choose to reread an old favorite. Thanks for being so amazing darlings, your talent and creativity has made my experience with the olicity fandom one of the highlights of this past year. 

Also a special shoutout to an amazing blog that i ALWAYS go to when i need to find new fics to read. theolicitylibrary check out this blog, follow it or bookmark it and enjoy all the amazing fics this fandom has to offer <3 

Enough chit chat, happy reading everybody!

Must Reads - These are the fics that I literally read over and over again without ever getting tired of them. And if you were to ask me which fics you should read first, these are it. Start with these ones. 

Pink Drinks and Pick-Up Lines - Frea_O, complete, rated t, strangers au, blind date au, there is just something about this fic that makes me laugh and smile and squee every time i read it. I think its the fic i’ve reread the most i practically have it memorized by heart. 

what does home look like? - sarcastic_fina, wip, rated t, series- 2works, i am SO obsessed with this fic, i just want to know what happens next and gah lovesick oliver always just makes me emotional. no island au, high school au, family feels , Lance is Felicity’s stepdad, Sara and Laurel her stepsisters kind of au. there is also a oneshot from Oliver’s pov that i practically know by heart i’ve read it so many times. 

The Victory- December_Daughter , not rated, complete, fluffy chance meetings au, this fic makes me smile and my heart melt i love it

Convergence - Nightkeepyr, complete, explicit, porn, straight up porn without a plot, strangers au, sooo fucking hot

should’ve left my phone at home (this is a disaster) - leviosaphoenix , complete, rated t, fluffy strangers au , so cute and fun and perfect to distract from all the angst

Dear John - Shideezhi, complete, explicit, i cannot say enough good things about this fic, felicity decides she needs to leave the arrow lifestyle, oliver doing everything to get her back, reeead it.

Open Heart and Lithe Tongue (Speak and We are Undone) - RosieTwiggs, complete, explicit, a fic dedicated to oral sex, need i say more?

Hang My Head Break My Heart (Built From All I Have Torn Apart) - ciara2531, wip, mature, starts off with a strong Thea x Felicity relationship before it gets to olicity. its incredible. 

and you know what??? honestly read all of lee’s fics, (sarcastic_fina) i mean i already posted a few of my top favorites into this list but ALL of her fics are amazing and i love all of them and it would take forever to post them all so here, this is a link to her ao3. have fun reading <3

Bratva!Olicity/Mob FicsThe title speaks for itself. I adore these fics, there is just something about them that has me hooked. also this genre could be an extension of my must reads, i reread these fics all the time too.

you could be the king (but watch the queen conquer) - sarcastic_fina , wip, explicit 

A Matter of Trust - bluesuedeshoes, complete, explicit, arranged marriage au

Russian Roulette - Caiti (Caitriona_3), series -7works, wip, teen

What He Needed - GeorgeHeesto, complete, explicit

Behind The Hummingbird  - GeorgeHeesto, wip, explicit

Я чувствую это слово для вас - angelica, complete, rated g,

Just following the map that leads to you - ohmypreciousgirl, complete, mature, arranged marriage

Russian Speaking Oliver - Mimozka, complete, rated t, series-3works, bratva

Oblivion (Is Calling Out Your Name) - seetheskyaboveus, wip, mature 

I let it burn, not afraid to feel it shine on me. - fueledbybooks, complete, mature

The Reluctant Queen - December_Daughter, wip, rated t, blackmail, protection au 

No Island Au’s- Sometimes its just nice to get away from canon. These fics do it remarkably well. All kinds of aus.

Stories Of Duke Of Starling - Saturn_Queen, wip, mature, historical au

You’re The Boss - gnimaerd, complete, explicit, prostitute au

Taste of Your Poison Paradise - HoodiesandComputers , complete, explicit, prostitute au

Felicity The Virgin - javajunkie , wip, rated t, inspired by Jane The Virgin

Let it rain, let it pour - Nightkeepyr, complete, explicit, pwp, strangers au

Creatures of the Night - thierhappystory, complete, rated t, prostitute au

Cleared for Take Off - Nightkeepyr, complete, explicit, strangers au

Confined Chaos - Nightkeepyr, complete, explicity, strangers au

Eye of the Beholder - Bre_o, wip, rated t, beauty and the beast retelling

My Little Corner of the World - javajunkie, wip, rated t, friends to lovers au

Camp Crush - bluesuedeshoes, complete, rated g, summer camp au

The Accidental Boyfriend - javajunkie, complete, rated t, pretend wedding date au

Let’s Remix This Business - Frea_O, complete, rated t, social media au

Everything To Lose (Everything Gained) - Hann789, wip, rated g, college au

Executive Stress Therapy - trueplainhearts, complete, mature, prostitute au

Canon Divergence-  So this is basically fics that are based off of canon but at some point take their own path.  

If I Were A Better Man - sarcastic_fina, wip, explicit, series- 3works, pre S.1 , season 1 rewrite 

You’re His Hope - ChronicOlicity, wip, rated t, EPIC, more than 78 chapters, post episode 9 in the 3rd season, league of assassins Oliver.  

What happened in Vegas… - Jules_Ink, wip, explicit, season 1 rewrite, vegas au

The Dilemma - goingvintage, complete, explicit , pwp, masturbation

Rivers and Roads - angelica , wip, not rated, season 1 rewrite, felicity is oliver’s psychiatrist

Click - LadyChi, complete, explicit, smut, CEO & Executive Assistant 

Hands - redtoes , complete,  rated t, post S.1 , friends to lovers au

Don’t you just love the desire taking hold of you (well, I can tell you do) - sarcastic_fina, complete, explicit, CEO & Executive Assistant

What’s Your Fantasy? - chasethewind, wip, explicit , series - 15 works, smut smut and more smut here 

Felicity Smoak, Technical Advisor - thatmasquedgirl, wip, rated t, season 1 rewrite, fucking AMAZING, one hell of a series. 

Devil’s Backbone - anthfan, wip, explicit, post sara’s death.

Sins - SmoakandArrow, wip, mature, season 1 rewrite

Without a Thought (Without a Voice) - cindysark, complete, explicit, something was bound to happen on the training mats

And A Bottle of Wine - ciara2531, complete, rated t, 

remove all doubt - puzzledhats, complete, explicit, post S.2 pre S.3

What happens in Vegas… - redtoes, complete, explicit, not to be confused with the other fic, if the different authors didn’t give that way already. vegas au, 

You told me I was like the Dead Sea (I never sink when you are with me) - sarcastic_fina, wip, rated t, island au

This Ain’t Love (It’s Clear To See) - callistawolf , complete, explicit, season 1 rewrite

One night stands and vanilla cupcakes - redtoes, complete, explicit, jealous oliver oooh, felicity doing what needs to be done to be happy, fuck yes.

Late fees - redtoes, complete, explicit, pwp, 

Lengths - rosietwiggs , wip, explicit, bdsm (but focuses more on emotional aspect and not just the sexual, its so beyond incredible)


Little Talks - december_daughter, complete, rated t, friends to lovers au, 

Filled with Gold - december_daughter, complete , explicit, sequel to Little Talks

Drabble Collections- So many writers in this fandom do these, they are wonderful and encompass everything from tropes and au’s to episode fixers and requests. I love reading them and they are quick reads too. 

Take a little piece of my heart (and keep it for yourself) - sarcastic_fina, wip, rated t

Sultry Sunday Smut Series - callistawolf, wip, explicit 

throw your soul through every open door - effie214, wip, rated t

Dim Sum After Fisticuffs - ihatepeas, wip, rated t

Olicity Flash Fiction - ihatepeas, wip, rated t

Fragile Things - bluesuedeshoes, complete, not rated

Russian Sunshine and Other Terms of Endearment - bluesuedeshoes, complete, not rated

Tropes - anthfan, wip, rated t

At First Sight - thatmasquedgirl, complete, rated t, all KINDS of au’s that lead to different series, all amazing. also these are more oneshots than drabbles, some of them are pretty long actually and so fucking amazing. i can not say that enough.

I’ve Never Truly Loved (Until You Put Your Arms Around Me) - thierhappystory, wip, mature 

Bits and Pieces - mimoska, wip, rated g

But You Stood By My Side Night After Night (You Loved Me Back To Life) - ciara2531, complete, rated t

I can’t escape this now (unless you show me how) - callistawolf , complete, explicit

Drabbling in Your Love - rosietwiggs, wip, explicit, series- 3works, 

Domestic Olicity/Family Fics - basically these are the fics where Oliver and Felicity are married or parents, fics where there is team arrow family fluff, and even fics where Oliver and Felicity aren’t together (yet) but everyone still considers them a couple/family figures.

nothing comes from nothing (nothing ever could) - effie214 , complete, rated g, ITS SO SWEET AND PERFECT AND I CRY DAMN IT, kidfic, sound of music appreciation life forever!!!!

Like A Queen - leli1013, rated g, complete , everyone can see it au

Legacy - ash818 , rated t, complete , next generation, 

The Man Under the Hood - ash818, rated t, wip, next generation

His Little Genius - CSM, complete, rated g, precious fluffy fic, kidfic

Give a Little Love - jemmaniac, wip, rated t, inspired by life as we know it , godparents to guardians au, kidfic

The Gorgeous One - ohmypreciousgirl, complete, rated t

Sunshine and Rain (Make A Beautiful Thing) - ciara2531 , complete, mature, kidfic

Ways To Grow - lizook12, complete, rated g 

You can tell - mariss95, wip, rated t, everyone can see it au

Olicity + Others - Not gonna lie, sometimes I indulge myself and read some smoaking canarrow or better yet some smoaking billionaires (i mostly just read tommy felicity oliver but if you have recs for smoaking canarrow let me know, i’m not opposed). Threesomes can be so much fun.

How the Mighty Fall (in Love) - abbie & rosietwiggs, complete (ish?), explicit, smoaking billionaires, 

Lustful innocence - nightkeepyr, complete, explicit, smoaking billionaires, strangers au

You Owe Me - bluesuedeshoes, complete, explicit, smoaking billionaires 

After Hours - chasethewind, wip, explicit, smoaking canarrow , prostitue au, bdsm

Curse of Cuervo - redtoes, complete, explicit, smoaking billionaires

 Where Heaven Stops and Earth Begins - rosietwiggs, complete, explicit,  smoaking billionaires