let's all just admit that this is the best gif to ever exist

You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him. gif source: @obriens

Imagine Chris being your rock.

A/N: This piece is going to be more than just about the angst and the fluff, it’s about addressing a serious issue in both my own life and society; an issue that seems to carry a stigma that prevents one from talking about it without shame. Now I started writing because it was the only time where I felt like I had true control over anything, over myself- over life. It’s honestly the reason I’m still alive sometimes. (Super dark, I’m sorry.) I have had an eating disorder for years now, and this is possibly the first time I’m publishing a story where I properly address that because I feel like Tumblr is a safe space and perhaps there is someone reading who will find comfort in my words and seek the help that I, too, am afraid to seek. First of all, you are not alone. Secondly, I know how scary it is. Thirdly, we are beautiful despite how often our reflection tell us we are not. Lastly, you are worthy and you deserve a love like this. Why am I writing this now, while I’m on my holiday having the time of my life? Because mental disorders don’t stop when you’re on holiday, and they don’t stop when you’re working, or studying for a major exam. I just want those who are suffering from this, or depression, or anxiety to know that I am with them always. ❤️

You tapped your pen anxiously against the table as you reread your food diary entry for the day. All the while you could hear the voices in your head telling you that “it’s too much”, that “you failed”, that you needed to “do better” and “be better”, and the harder you tried to ignore said voices, the louder they got. You lowered your pen and closed your notebook, taking slow breaths as your eyelids blackened your vision. You were okay, there was always tomorrow. You could eat less tomorrow; you’d succeed tomorrow; you’d be better and do better tomorrow.

You broke from your concentration when you heard Chris come through the front door, calling out to you. “Babe, I’m home!” Relief escaped your lungs as if he were the only thing capable of saving you from yourself. You returned yourself to your bittersweet reality, stowing your food diary in your top desk drawer where it lived with all your other notebooks; all filled with your thoughts, both blissful and pained.

“Hey you,” Chris smiled at you when you entered the kitchen. You managed one back, despite how tired and heartbroken you were; Chris noticed, but he said nothing knowing it would cause you to break down if he asked. “How was your day?” He asked as you forced your way into his arms, burying your face in his chest.

“Same old,” you mumbled, appreciating how comforting his touch was. He stroked your back gently, peppering soft kisses onto the top of your head. “How was yours?” You quizzed, glancing up at him for a moment before pressing your face back into his chest. God, he smelt so good; he smelt more than just his refreshing cologne, he smelt like warmth and kindness and happiness. He smelt like a dose of everything you needed after the day you had.

“Better now that I’m with my girl,” he smiled, giving you a tight squeeze before he released you. You leaned against the island counter while Chris proceeded to unpack the small bag of groceries he’d brought back with him. “So I’ve been thinking,” he glanced back at you, feeling his heart ache at the sight of your tired eyes. “Why don’t we go away for the weekend? We can rent a cabin, go immerse ourselves in the quiet forest. It’ll be nice, don’t you think?”

You knew Chris only suggested going out to a cabin when he was worried about you. It didn’t start out like that, it started off as a getaway where the two of you could spend some time alone without modern technology and people getting in the way. But over the years, it’d become a retreat where one could rid oneself of all the stress, and the emotional dread, and the weight of the world that was on one’s shoulders; that one being you, and occasionally Chris when he was having a particularly stressful time. It was a nice place to be because you wouldn’t have anything to stress and trigger you; you could just exist, drinking the calm and the quiet that Mother Nature provided. But it was also a horrible place to be because Chris would take that opportunity to talk to you, to worry and fuss about you, to love you with a love that you didn’t feel like you deserve, and unlike the city, you’d have no where, nothing, and no one to hide behind.

“I don’t know,” your fingers played with your right earlobe; a nervous tick Chris had deciphered over the years. “I feel like this isn’t a good time. You’re busy with work and I’m busy with work- I don’t think now’s a good time to have a getaway.”

“I think it’s because we’re so busy that we need a getaway,” he countered. “We can’t keep working ourselves to the bone, Y/N.” Especially not mentally, he thought but he didn’t say out loud. “I’m about to leave for Infinity War, now’s a good a time as any for us to have some alone time.” You let out a quiet sigh, but stopped arguing because you knew from Chris’ firm tone that saying no wasn’t an option. “Pack a bag, okay?” He kissed your cheek and you nodded with a forced smile. “We’ll leave in the morning.”
• • • • • • • •
The car ride out to the cabin wasn’t as bubbly as your usual car rides together; there was a fog of emotions, but happiness wasn’t one of them. You didn’t sing or joke, and you most definitely didn’t eat anything. It broke Chris’ heart to see you like this, and it broke yours to see what you were doing to him. It was actually your biggest fear to hurt him the way you were which was why you rejected him when he asked you out the first few times. He had this light in his eyes that you didn’t want to kill with your dark, you’d done enough of that over the course of your existence.

You’d lost friends, and boyfriends, and even some members of your family- you didn’t want to invest in another person only to lose them too. But Chris was persistent. He respected your decision to not be with him romantically, but remained in your life as a friend. A very good friend- a best friend that you couldn’t help but fall in-love with. He was the perfect man, he cared for you and loved you unconditionally. Even after finding out about what you suffered from, he didn’t go anywhere. He was one of the few who promised you a lifetime and actually proved he’d keep his promise, and so you let your walls down and allowed him into your life as your romantic partner.

Two and a half years later, after dozens of panic attacks and days where you’d avoid food altogether, you were still with him and he was as in-love with you as the first time he saw you. Till this day you didn’t understand why, because to you, you were unlovable. But that wasn’t how Chris saw you, he knew you weren’t your disorders; you were intelligent, and talented, and strong, and beautiful, and resilient. He loved you because of all that, but most of all, he loved you because you remained kind despite the constant hell you were dragged through. You may not have seen what he saw, but you were every bit the girl you aspired to be, and until you saw yourself in that same light- he wasn’t going to stop working you towards that.

“Hey.” You turned away from the window when Chris reached for your hand and pulled it onto his lap as he gave it a light squeeze. “What are you thinking about?” He asked then lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You felt your lips quirk into a smile; that was an act of affection you’d never get tired of.

“Nothing,” you shook your head.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” He quizzed and you nodded. “How much I love you.” He threw a grin your way and you managed a laugh; he smiled because that was what he loved to hear. “You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man on the planet everyday, Y/N.” He forced himself not to well up when he saw you did. “Everyday,” he repeated in a firmer tone.

“I feel the same way about you, Chris,” you squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love you to a point where you could easily ruin me,” you admitted under your breath as you pulled your hand from his. You didn’t mean for Chris to hear it, but he did and he understood it. It was the same for him; you were going to be someone he’d never get over if he was ever unlucky enough to lose you.

“I’m never going anywhere,” he glanced at you as you closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. “You know that, right?” He waited for an answer, but he didn’t get one. “I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart.” He said as he came to a stop at a red light. He leaned over the gearbox and kissed the side of your head gently, whispering as he pulled away, “don’t you worry.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris watched you over the table as you unconsciously stared at your food. You were so used to contemplating the pros and cons of consuming anything that you didn’t even realize you were doing it until you called yourself out. It was incredibly heartbreaking for Chris to see that you couldn’t even do what humans were meant to do in order to survive without first spending hours fighting yourself on it. The motto you lived by: eating is a choice, not a necessity.

You had good days where you could eat and not feel like your entire world was falling apart, then you had bad days where you couldn’t even eat a salad without feeling like you needed to throw it back up. It was so fickle that you didn’t know if you were actually suffering from an eating disorder, or if you were just a health nut who wanted to look good. But no health nut would do what you constantly did to yourself, there was something definitely wrong with you.

Chris could still remember when he first confronted you about it, it was probably one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. You weren’t dating when he found out about your eating disorder, but he was already in-love with you so it didn’t stop his heart from shattering at the sounds of your cries. It didn’t seem like normal crying to him, it was as though he could hear your soul break. The pain you were in was immense but mental, and nothing he did could’ve taken it away. In that moment, seeing the love of his life bawl her eyes out, he thought he’d died and gone to hell.

“Are you going to eat that?” Chris asked gently.

“Um…” You looked up at him, your eyes glistened. “Yeah,” you forced a smile, “I am.” You picked up your knife and fork and poked at the roasted chicken breast on your plate before cutting a small piece and putting in into your mouth. “It’s good,” you mumbled after swallowing.

Now he didn’t want to push you, but his worry had reached the edge of the cliff. You needed to eat something and you needed to eat it now because he didn’t want you to get lightheaded or suffer from gastric pains again. “Y/N,” he began with a sigh.

“What?” You were frustrated with yourself and on the verge of crying. “I’m eating, aren’t I?”

“You have to try harder than that,” he told you. Both of you could both hear how worried he was for your physical and mental health, and that he was on the verge of crying too. “I know how difficult this-” he began but was cut off.

“I love you, Chris, but you don’t.” You shook your head as you rose to your feet, weeping as you did. “And I really don’t want to do this with you right now. Excuse me,” you walked out of the dining room and headed straight for the backdoor so you could take a walk and calm down.

The air was crisp outside. Actually, it was a lot colder than your unprotected body could endure. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing warmth through your thin sweater. You heard the door open then heavy footsteps crunching towards you, you closed your eyes and fought the urge to cry as Chris draped your coat over your shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing your arms. “You’re right, I don’t get it. If you’re not ready, then- you’re not ready.” Your shoulder shook gently as you cried as quietly as you could. “I can’t force recovery on you, I can just be here for you as you recover. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he repeated as he gently turned you around. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, starting to cry himself. “I’m sorry you’re going through all this, I’m sorry you think you’re not beautiful because you are.”

“I’m broken, aren’t I?”

“No,” he shook his head then pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “You’re not broken, you’re just lost right now. But we’re going to get you out of this, okay?” He rubbed your back soothingly as you cried into his shoulder. “I promise you, this pain isn’t going to be forever.” He pulled back to take your face in his hands again, “and I always keep my promises, don’t I?” You nodded, sobbing. “So believe me, you’re going to be okay.”

“I love you,” you choked out as he pulled you back in for another hug.

“I love you too,” he whispered, clutching onto you as tightly as he could.

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Woo hoo, Klaroline IS coming! Okay, now I have that out of my system…

I’m back with another fusion drabble. This initial premise is from the 1997 Alicia Silverstone film called Excess Baggage. All italicised text is quotes from the movie (and a bonus Cher quote from Clueless) and chapter title and lyrics from the soundtrack. Thanks also lovely Jo @fanfantasticworld for the awesome cover. 

Trying to get attention from her wealthy, workaholic father, Caroline stages her own kidnapping throwing her into the path of car thief Klaus Mikaelson.

One Headlight

“There’s got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella we put it all together
We can drive it home, with one headlight.” (The Wallflowers)

Beverly Hills, Los Angeles

“How stupid do you think I am, huh?” He asked pointedly.

“How stupid is there?” She growled by way of response.

“You know, I once stole a Ferrari with a Chihuahua in the back. He made less noise than you do.”

“Are you always this charming to your captives?”

“Only the ones that won’t shut the hell up,” he groaned, changing the radio station to something decidedly less manufactured. When he woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was to have an unexpected stowaway on this particular job.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, covering her ears as the sounds of Metallica burst through the speakers, filling the car. “I’m a strictly Britney Spears and Taylor Swift kind of girl.”

“Figures,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“Rich, spoilt brat likes girlie pop music,” he drawled. “How original.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“On the contrary I have learnt more than I need to know about you in the past fifteen minutes because you haven’t stopped rambling in my ear. Trust me, I’m regretting ever removing that gag from your mouth.”

“Well, it isn’t my fault you kidnapped me,” she growled, pulling at the tight restraints bounding her wrists together.

“Yes,” he muttered. “I was the one who threw you in the trunk of your own car. I may be a thief but I’m not into abduction and excess baggage, especially with someone as high maintenance as you, princess.”

“Says the guy with the warm personality,” she shot back. “So, where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking the nearest mall,” he murmured, his eyes trained firmly on the road. “I’m sure you’re just dying to do some shopping or whatever it is you do with your time.”

“So, that’s what you think? I’m just a ditz with a credit card?”

“You said it not me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to go to the mall,” she pouted.

“Since when did I become a bloody cab service? Okay, how about a spa? You could get one of those mani-pedi things.”

“A callous car thief knows something about beauty treatments?”

“Now who’s typecasting whom?” He shot back for her benefit. “What can I say, I have a little sister that won’t shut up, she kind of actually reminds me of you, princess.”

“I have a name you know.”

“And I have no interest in knowing it given you’ll be out of the car in a few minutes hopefully,” he muttered.

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Alec and Magnus couple of days after THE kiss: 

He was never a man of words. He was never good at it, and it never bothered him before. When he needed something, he worked hard to get it. He truly believed that the world would be off much better if people would stop using so much words that only complicate things, that are creating good-for-nothing -theoretical worlds, which only hurt the actual world they all are living in. Their world have written rules, Accords, they had a very specific law about anything, so why to try and ruin the balance by using unnecessary words and useless feelings?

He was a hunter. He was born with a purpose, with an aim, and he was happy about this little fact. Wake up in the morning knowing that that day would be the same as the previous one, made him in peace. Having a checklist of the things he had to do and those to never do, made his life in order. Kept him out of trouble, as much as his profession let him. As long as everyone followed the law and did what they were supposed to, without trying to ignore their responsibility with stupid conversation which lead them to nowhere, they all could live in a perfect harmonic world.

As much as he loved the balanced life with others, he was fond with closed circles. The people he knew were more than enough for him. He needed no new friends, no other new factors in an acquisition that worked perfectly well without them. He needed no distractions and hated when people didn’t let go. He was just fine surrounded only by his family. He needed no one.

Oh, he was so sure that he had his whole life figured together at a such young age. Growing up in  a family of six, when all of them are mighty shadow-hunters, known to all and respected by all, he knew that he had to be the same. Marrying a woman who would bore him children, taking over the Institute when the right time would come and tutore the next generation to follow the rules he loved so much. Everything was settled in his mind, decided till the last most insignificant detail. He had the perfect life plan.

However, despite all of his plans, little by little his world started to shatter, and he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. His first mistake was to accept Jace - His brother, his best friend - to bring a stranger  into their home, give them a place inside of their world. Clary was a know-it-all little girl, so nosey and such a troublemaker. She came into the Institute and ruined the harmonic life they lead.

Jace was gone and only the Lord could possibly know what he was thinking when he decided to join Valentine all of a sudden and without any fight. His beloved younger sister was under attack for befriending Downworlders and there was a massive trial going on against her even though they had nothing real against her. Magnus got into their life, and he himself, who, by all means ruined every single plan he had with his own bare hands.

There was so much going on lately, so much that made him question everything he ever stood for. He found himself admitting his true self to himself in front of everybody else, after years of self battling and denying his own feelings, only because they didn’t fit his little plan. Magnus, that man, came into his life and turned it upside-down in no time. He didn’t even had to say or do much, his only existence was enough for a mighty hunter like himself to lose it.

Putting a mirror in front of him, Magnus made him recognize his own feelings. First there was scare, that sent shivers down his spine by the mere thought of him ignoring the plan and doing what he’d like. Then, there were confusion and conflict of not wanting to give up on either of the world’s, belong both - where is his heart and where are the expectation from him. At the end he had to accept his whole self, learn to love himself.

Was it bad? No, not at all. On the contrary. For the first time in forever he went up and did what he truly wanted for his own happiness - not for their world, not for the cause, but for only himself. However, as he knew too well, theory and practice were totally different. Numerous questions bugged him and made him restless.

What know?  What if this kind of relationship does nothing but hurting Magnus? What if Camille was right and he’d cease be good enough for Magnus? He couldn’t think clearly, thousandths of thoughts playing n hs mind. Since the kiss he tried to meet the warlock the less he could, to think, so he occupied his days by work and training - nothing more. Not that it helped him too much.

“I thought I’d find you here”.

He heard Magnus’ voice paying softly behind him, when the warlock sneaked into his hiding place - a small field, not too far from the Institute. Not surprised at all that he found him, Alec put down his bow and  turned to meet his eyes. The older man was smiling, not his usual flirting smile, but mild one, almost broken. Alec wanted to say something, assuming the expression was his fault, but decided not to at the moment.

“I thought to come and see how’s the thinking is working out. Can I stay?” Magnus asked so not like him - hesitating. He could do nothing but nod and the warlock made himself comfortable on the ground. “I,” He said, his hands looking for a dash of grass to play with, “thought of something myself, I’d like to share with you”.

“Yes, of course” Alec said confused. He wasn’t sure what to do; sit down beside the other man? Keep on standing like a fool? Get back to his training while the other is talking? At least he decided on keep on standing like a fool. It suited him the most anyway, and Magnus didn’t seem to care much at the moment, which was unusual as well as the older always were looking for a chance to be close.

“You know, your mother is right - and I usually try not to agree with her. I am a warlock, a half demon, I’m up to no good, a Downworlder. I really would get why you’d regret all of what had happen, right now. Sure, at first it was all exciting and new, you wanted to explore, I get it. But now, that it became real, you don’t know what to do with it. You don’t understand what you got yourself into. So, I thought about it a lot, about how to make it easy for you… I…. You can end it anytime you want, it’s up only to you. Do whatever you - Alec - want to do. I’d be completely fine with anything you’d decide to do. If anything, we are friends, right? I want you, as your friend, to live the life that would make you a whole person and not just a mere shadow of wonders and ‘what if’s. You deserve it.” Magnus said rapidly, barely breathing between sentences. “I just want to you to know that I expect nothing, you are free to decide on your own.”

“Who are you and where did the confident, cocky, warlock I know have gone?” Alec muttered, looking down on Magnus, who seemed at the moment like a little kid being scolded. “As an old wise man, you really came up just now with the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughed shortly, somewhat bitterly, “My mother was right? You mean the woman who was part of the circle and didn’t left Valentine till the very end? You mean a shadowhunter who was too scared to stand up against a massive killer? How is that you are the one who is up to no good, while all you did was good? You’re using our skills to help others, taking risks that many hunters  know won’t ever make.”

“You know it is not what I meant…”

“Then what? The fact that you’re a downworlder? Please… it never bothered you before, why now? No, no, don’t give me that look.” Alec put his finger between the sitting man’s eyebrows and flatted the frown, “It doesn’t bother the people who matter to me, so why does it have to bother us?”

“Alexander, you-”

“Let me ask you a question, do I look like someone who does experiments like that? Trying new things, and moreover, in front of everyone I know? I know what I want. I regret nothing. I just don’t know what to do with us now. I never have been… you know…”

“With a man?” Joked Magnus, the color is slowly returning back to his face.

“No.” Alec blushed madly, “That too… but that’s not what I meant… I never have been in any kind of relationship. And I’m afraid that Camille was right the other day… I don’t want my ignorance to hurt you more than I already have”. He said honestly and took Magnus’ hand, helping him up. “I would never regret this. It felt just too good to let go of it just now”.

“So… You didn’t want to end things?”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?”

“I think I’d understand it more accurately with demonstration” Magnus teased, there was left nothing in his voice that indicated the insecurity he was showing just a few moment earlier. Closing his eyes, he waited for Alec to get the hint. However, that kissed he waited for never came, but instead Alec grabbed his arm and lead him silently to where he had dropped his bow earlier.

“I’m not good with expressing myself… so I think that you are right, the best way is to demonstrate it to you.” Alec said and got a doubt confused doubt grumpy look from the shorter man. “When you returned me my bow and arrows, you asked me to keep them for you. And that night before the wedding…” He said and Magnus cocked up an eyebrow as if asking him to proceed, “You asked me to teach you how to use it. Let me teach you. These,” He pointed to the equipment laying on the ground, “Are my arms and legs, they are part of who I am… I want to let you in.” He said shorty and then something in his eyes flicked. “Stand here. Legs spread shoulder-wide.”

“Weirdly I like the tone of that…”

“Weirdly to whom?” Alec winked and right after reddish color adorned his face, “Now,” He cleared his throat and picked up the bow, “hold this…” He lead Magnus’ arms to hold the bow properly, “You need to relax to make it work.” Alec said as he place an arrow on the string and put his hand on Magnus’. “Just breath…”

Standing close behind him, Alec could feel magnus’ chest going up and down slowly, following his orders. He was beautiful. Everything about him was completely mesmerizing; the way he held himself, the way he was talking… He loved his face, he thought as he learned the other man’s profile, and he had the most interesting eyes that he had ever seen. Eyes that told a story that Alec wanted to be part of.

Distracted from what they were doing, Alec turned surprised Magnus to face him. His hands reaching to hold his face. There was so much more to what they had but to finding himself, he thought as he leaned his head down a little until his breath could stroke the older’s lips. They were so close that it hurt. The lessons could wait a little, Alec decided, getting lost in the other man’s eyes. In no time his lips found Magnus’, meeting in a hot rush of adrenaline, leaving bot restless and waiting for more. That was what he wanted for himself, that kind of  happiness. And right at that moment no one could take it away from them.  

The oneshot is written by me @naomibisthenextme 

The GIF is not mine. 

Didn’t See it Coming

Summary: After too many shots of tequila you wake up in Taron’s room the next morning

Author’s note: This wasn’t really a request, it was more of a song request which produce a random idea. The song Didn’t See it Coming by Parachute which speaks of those moments when you unexpectedly find the person you fall in love with. 

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Zayn imagine inspired by the gif above.

(not my gif)

You were a photographer who worked with One Direction when they were on tour. You were responsible for taking photos of them performing on stage and helping them with their Twitter and Instagram accounts. You couldn’t even believe that this kind of job existed until you started doing it and found out how full on and exhausting it really was.

You loved the job, it was amazing. But the job wasn’t the only thing you loved.

You were on the road with the boys since day 1 of the tour and you had grown incredibly close with all of them. Being a similar age to them was what did it, a lot of the other people on the crew were a lot older then the boys, so it was nice to have other people your age to hang out with. They were like family to you and when they weren’t on stage you were spending time with at least one of them, either chilling out or doing something naughty and mischievous.

You were especially close with Zayn, who you had grown incredibly fond of over the last couple of months, and you wouldn’t say you were in love because you didn’t feel you could admit it to yourself just incase he didn’t feel the same way, but it felt a lot like it.

On this particular day management had asked you to take some studio pictures of the boys to use for the tour book they were starting to create.

Usually they would have booked a professional studio and photographer but they were short on time and had decided to just set up the backdrop, lights and camera gear in a hotel room.

It was midday, the boys were in between interviews and management had told you they wanted it done quickly and efficiently, pissing you off a little knowing they had now put stress on both you and the boys.

They all came in on time, perfectly dressed with make-up and hair done from their last interview that morning, and Louis volunteered to go first stepping in front of the camera. He immediately started doing funny faces and acting like an idiot. You loved the guy and his humor, you really did, but management had put a lot of pressure on you and you didn’t have time for this. But he was funny and you giggled anyways. Once he had got you laughing you both couldn’t stop and you ended up getting the most hilarious pictures. You did ask him to do some serious pictures, thankfully getting two.

Harry however, was not as compliant. After seeing the way Louis had acted for you he decided it would be best to one up him, doing stupid dance moves and making funny faces. You didn’t get one normal picture of him. However you were running out of time.

Niall and Liam were much the same as Louis. They did a few normal shots with the rest being silly. What could you do? They were perfectly comfortable with you and knew how to make you giggle. They were troublemakers and flirts and they loved it.

Zayn was the last to go in front of the camera. “Hi sweetheart,” he said sweetly before starting to model his favorite poses. He made you blush incredibly bright.

With just a few frames left to go Harry jumped over giving Zayn a kiss on the cheek, making Zayn make an incredibly funny reaction, sending you into a fit of giggles.

It was then your boss came in.

“Well this looks professional,” he said sarcastically and darkly. He had an unfriendly look on his face, frowning deeply.

Your breath hitched.

“Sorry sir,” you said gulping.

He walked over to the computer beginning to look through the images you had taken. He did not look impressed. In fact, he looked furious.

“What the hell are these? I asked for professional profiles! Not this nonsense. Someone please find a professional photographer to come and take some real pictures instead of this immature child!”

You felt sick in the stomach, wanting to crawl up into a little ball and cry. All the boys looked horrified for you. Zayn quickly strode in front of the man looking even more furious then the man himself.

“Who do you think you are criticizing her like that! The pictures are amazing! They look real! Sorry for us having a good time and smiling but that’s just who we are! So if you want to blame someone, blame us!”

The man looked completely taken back by Zayn’s yelling. He was not usually one to yell and make a scene.

You didn’t know what to say either. The room was in complete silence.

Harry decided to break the silence. “I like them too. They feel like the real us.”

“Completely,” Louis added.

Niall and Liam nodded in agreement.

The man gave up. “Fine. If you want unprofessional photos blasted all over the Internet, whatever, but don’t come crying to me when they get bad reviews.”

He stormed out of the room.

No matter what the boys had said you still felt the need to cry. Zayn saw it and ran over to you immediately, holding you in his arms tightly and resting his chin on your head.

“It’s ok love,” he said, “He’s a jerk. And by the way, those photos are awesome. All of your photos are. Don’t let anyone ever convince you they aren’t.”

You looked up into his eyes and nodded.

Despite all the boys being in the room Zayn didn’t miss the opportunity to kiss you softly on the lips. Any sadness you felt a minute again disappeared immediately.

You cuddled tighter into his chest. He chuckled.  

Later that night you and the boys ordered pizza and beer and sat on the floor of Harry’s hotel room looking through the pictures and chuckling. They all picked out there favorites, Niall and Liam both posting a few of themselves immediately on Twitter, and any concern you had earlier that day was non existent.

You spent most of the night next to Zayn, sneaking glances at him on occasion. At one point he had shifted incredibly close resting his chin on your shoulder.

Louis looked over at the two of you and chuckled.

“For god sakes will you two just get on with it and kiss. You’ve been looking at each other all night. We don’t care.”

Zayn chuckled in your ears and turned your face with his finger. He kissed you softly but passionately.

The boys cheered immaturely. Must have been the beer.

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BODY ELECTRIC II // masterlist

A/N: After the many (I think like 18??) people that requested I make a part two, I thought I’d do it and here it is! Thank you all so much for enjoying part one and we shall see if there will be more in the near future (pls let me know if you do want more)! A ‘new’ character is introduced in this chapter along with a planet :) Thanks for reading, enjoy!

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It had felt like any other day, arriving on the rather distant planet and making your way over to the room you claimed as your own for your stay. Although you had been training already for a few months, the excitement that coursed through your veins still felt fresh. The thought that you’d be training with fellow Force users, wielding your brand new lightsaber–as you had just assembled it not too long ago–amongst being the padawan of no other than Luke Skywalker…you could say the anticipation was reasonable.

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Unrequited (But Never Doubt I Love) Series

Felicity Smoak falls in love at her friend’s wedding. With the groom.
She knows it does not have an end. She knows it is pointless. She knows it is unrequited. Or is it?
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When Felicity had been 8, Mrs. Griffith had hugged her and told her something that stayed with her through the years, even though her nugget of a mind hadn’t understood it then.

After her father had left, and her mother had immersed herself in work to keep a roof over their heads and keep Felicity in school, each night, Felicity had started pretending that her father would come home in the morning before going to bed. And each morning, she’d wake up to an empty house, and tell herself “tomorrow”.

That “tomorrow” had never come.

And little as she had been, Felicity had never accepted it, but rather turned to something else.

There had been a dog in her neighborhood she’d started playing with. Every afternoon, she’d return from school and play with him till it got dark, finding happiness in the way he’d butt his head into her tiny frame and nuzzle and tickle her.

Just when her mind had pushed her father to the back, the dog had died.

And Felicity had, then, turned to computers.

Mrs. Griffith had seen it all. She had seen her turn away from truths time and again. She had talked to Felicity. But Felicity hadn’t listened.

Except that one thing she hadn’t been able to shake off.

“Things you run away from have a way of finding you.”

It had stayed with her for a long, long time.

8 months.  

She’d been running for 8 months.

Running from her friend. Running from her old circle. Running from herself. From the truth.

The truth being that she’d been changed. In three mere days, 8 months ago, Felicity Smoak had changed. Something inside her had shifted. Something inside her had come alive. And no matter how much she tried to kill it, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, no matter how much she tried to pretend it didn’t exist, it did. It was alive and thriving and thrashing for release from the cage she had put it in. It thrashed when she looked up at the sky and saw the shades of blue she’d seen focused on her. It clawed when someone touched her hand and her skin remembered calloused fingers. It whimpered when she breathed.

Felicity didn’t know what ‘it’ was. It just was.

For 8 months, she’d tried to push it away, to shove it under.

For 8 months, she’d tried to hide it under sometimes genuine, sometimes faked facades.

For 8 months, she’d lived, knowing it lived too, right under her skin, right in her breaths, right in her veins.

For 8 months.

And then the walls cracked.

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Why I love this scene: Like most Captain Swan scenes, it’s a case of I don’t know, I just do. But whenever I think of the season 3 finale, before the kiss, before the admission of what Killian did with his ship, the open flirtation with Past!Hook, this is always the first scene that comes to mind. It just does. Maybe it’s because this scene, and everything that follows during the ball is so unguarded.

Plus, this scene was everything Captain Swan in season 3 and beyond, incredibly genuine moments.

We frequently talk about Emma’s walls, but let’s talk about the ones smoldering pirate hides behind. His walls are as high as Emma’s. He let’s people see what he wants them to see, and nothing beyond that. 

This scene was more than Emma being swept off her feet at her first royal ball, or being the star of her very own fairytale. It was also about Killian dropping his walls for a second, and the pretense that went along with them. This is where Emma was able to see what she refused to see/admit to herself, but what she’s known all along, that there was so much more to Killian when he was pretending there wasn’t. The time travel adventure was a really good insight into who Killian Jones is.

Before this, Killian was a constant in Emma’s life. He set his feelings for her aside to do what was best for her. He supported her, called her out on her ish when she needed to be called out. He was her friend, probably the best friend she’s ever had.

Scenes that have no dialogue in them are always open to interpretation, and my interpretation of this is that Emma is finally allowing herself to go to that place, and realizing that this is no longer about a choice she made back in 3x11 (because she had actively chosen him), and that was taken from her. This is her either falling for him, or having already fallen for him. This is the first moment she has let her guard down since getting back to Storybrooke. In this moment, she’s not trying to fix a crisis, even though it’s a rather big one that threatens her very existence. 

She’s just princess to her very own prince charming. 

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