let's face it he didn't give a shit about the rules

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In This World
And The Next
And All The Ones Before

1•

“Why did you come here?” Nesta asked as he placed his head in her lap. There were a million other places he could’ve gone. Either of his brother’s, his best friend who thought she was stuck-up… And yet, he showed up at her door past midnight with a request.

“Hold me,” he had asked her, leading her to the couch he had once made fun of for being purely decorative and unreasonably stiff. He was stone cold sober, she could tell, and wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or concerned that that couldn’t be his excuse to have appeared at such an ungodly hour. Especially after not hearing from him for over a week.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he murmured. “I know you don’t mind.” He boldly and correctly assumed, then noted, “You’re wearing my shirt.” The one he had dropped off at her office when she felt like she was suffocating in her tight blouse. It was his favorite shirt, but he thought it looked better on her anyway.

“So what if I am?” She was wearing the watch he had given her, too. It was nothing too fancy, but he had grown tired of her losing track of time and using “no watch” as an excuse when she showed up late to dinner and apologized with a kiss. He never minded the apology kisses, though.

“And you’re about to run your fingers through my hair because I’m so irresistible to you.” He teased, but she could hear the exhaustion that coated his already husky voice.

Cassian had found her and it took a lot of courage and pride-swallowing to do it. No one ever cared enough to do that for her. No one.

Tentatively, Nesta placed her hand on his back as he made himself at home on her thighs.

2•

Nesta ran her fingers through his thick ebony locks. Though still long, he had cut it since she saw him last. As though he had freshened up just for her.

Again, she felt like utter shit for yelling at him, saying that he was both scared or incapable of change of any kind. She didn’t want him to change. Not his personality, not his appearance, not his life, not his friends nor his job. Cassian was the best thing she ever had.

She thought herself a hypocrite… Cassian had come into her life- or more accurately she into his- And what? Showed her what honor was? Reminded her of how suffocating her life in the town is? How much potential she has in life…and love? He shook her, woke her up.

Cassian was an old soul, but it was Nesta who truly didn’t like change.

In her experience, change was bad. Change meant her mother dying. Change meant her father losing their money before joining her mother in death. Change meant her baby sister resenting her and fighting with her.

Change…

Change with Cassian meant warmth…unconditional warmth. This was unfamiliar territory.

“What are you doing awake?” He relaxed his body, nearly purring at the affection she was giving him. “Your lights were on.”

She didn’t want to lie. She didn’t want to snap. Not when she had shown that he could be vulnerable with her- in his way. “I missed you.” Truth, as she had barely slept since their fight. “I was writing about it.”

“About me?” His belly rumbled with a laugh for a moment. He quickly became serious, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I missed you too, Nes. I drive past here every day when I take the logs to town… I park at the end of your drive before convincing myself that you don’t want to see me.”

3•

Nesta’s hand slid down his back as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder and inhale the pine scent she had so desperately missed. “I did want to see you,” she whispered. “I always want to see you. Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m sad. Especially then.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I lose my patience and let you walk out the door.” He meant it. She knew he meant it. In a small voice he asked, “Can we be okay now, Nes?”

In an equally quiet voice she whispered, “I’d like that.” More than anything she wanted him, wanted them. Wanted their present and future.

4•

It only felt natural when Nesta folded herself onto him, covering his body with her own. As if they had done it in a million worlds before, and she hoped they would in the next million.

Silently, she thought of why and how she had fallen in love with him…

He challenged her, though was never condescending. And he let her challenge him without running away scared. People always thought she was a bitch…maybe she was… But he would ride out a conversation with her till the very end.

When they first met, they thought they could hardly stand one another. She secretly liked that he didn't​ treat her like glass. Like she was worth the breath it took to volley an argument or discussion. No matter how angry, he always listened to her, always saw her.

On the anniversary of her broken engagement and one of the worst nights of her life, she had gone out alone and got utterly shitfaced and was unable to reach a cab service.
She didn’t want Feyre to know or Elain to be worried, and she didn’t have much in the way of friends, so she called him. The person whose opinion she thought she didn’t care for…
Staggering out of the bar, he picked her up and carried her to his truck. Didn’t even complain when they pulled over twice so she could vomit.
That was the first night he stayed over. He got the vomit out of her hair and braided it back before tucking her into bed. He slept on the sofa and left her an omelette and smoothie in the fridge before sneaking out, writing her a note with his home number to call in case she needed or wanted a decent drinking buddy, and that she wouldn’t have to go to some dive that scared even him.

On their first date, he held his hand out for her to take. “In case you get nervous,” he said as she interlaced her fingers with his. “You can hold onto me and hide your face in my chest, too if you get scared.” She did get scared, but he didn’t push it. Though he didn’t have the decency to hide his smug grin when she yelped and clutched his bicep during the big jump-scare scene.
She surprised him by later admitting, “I knew I was safe the whole time.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Because of me? I’m flattered, sweetheart.”
“Because of me, actually.“ She played with the buttons of her coat. “Rules of horror.”
He stopped in his tracks and folded his arms. “I’m not following.”
She felt safe with him, and wanted to let him in. But she wasn't​ used to being vulnerable, so she closed her eyes when she uttered, “I’m a virgin.”
Eyes still closed, Nesta heard Cassian’s soft intake of breath before she felt him.
He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, “That’s okay.” She opened her eyes and couldn’t stop herself from hugging him. The smug bastard, ex-fighter, lumberjack with a heart of gold. He assured her that there was no shame in her sexual status. “Promise to shield me? I’m definitely not a virgin and I’m not white, so my life expectancy is fucking abysmal. Plus, I probably make too many jokes.“ He shrugged. “I’d outlive Rhys, though, which is a consolation…”
She laughed at him. He made her laugh. She never laughed before him. Not like this, not genuinely.

He made her laugh harder than she ever had before when he karaoked, “I’m the Only One,” by Melissa Etheridge to cheer her up after a long work week. His shamelessness and big heart were the most attractive qualities about this ruggedly handsome man.

When all the trees had been sold because she waited last minute, she went home to find him waiting at her door with the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen in her life. He helped her put the star on top and made his famous eggnog while she baked the only thing she knew how: chocolate gingerbread cookies.

When she needed to talk, he would drive. Even in the middle of the night. Driving until she was ready to open up.
One night he drove to the cliffs just outside of town and they got out. Sobbing and slamming her fists at his chest, she recounted something she never told anyone.
She and Elain had been kidnapped. They had been saved, but not after they had nearly drowned.
A year later, he found them again. Elain stabbed him on sight. Nesta, not wanting her sister to have blood on her hands, finished the job so he could never hurt them or anyone else again.
Screaming in anguish, he held her close. Reminding her that nothing could harm her here, with him. She asked if he was scared of her and he told her he wasn’t, he never could be. He took her hand and placed it on his heart, vowing to protect her and those she loves until his heart stopped beating.
She kissed him that night and she hadn’t been able to stop since.

They took it fast. They took it slow.
She knew he wanted to have sex with her from the first moment they had been introduced. Cassian was passionate, and he let that passion flow into any aspect of their relationship that he could.
For her birthday, he had half-jokingly offered to go down on her. She dragged him away from the party and to his room, telling him that they could both give birthday spankings… They did. Cassian thoroughly enjoyed getting spanked by his birthday girl.
When she lifted her skirt up and removed her underwear she hoped he wouldn’t notice the few and small opalescent marks above her knee, on her inner thigh. But he did. Of course he did. He noticed everything.
“That’s what happens when your adolescent growth spurt mercilessly hits you like a ton of bricks,” she said as he used the tip of his fingers to graze the slight dips in her otherwise perfect skin.
He tried and failed to imagine a time in which Nesta was gangly or awkward, so he pressed his lips on each of the marks before hitching her legs over his shoulders.
And he went down on her. Making sure she was comfortable before he quickly darted his tongue on her bundle of nerves. It was amazing, and she wanted more. So he gave her more. Inserting two fingers and massaging her insides slowly, dragging the tips along the ceiling of her temple.
When he finished her off, she moaned his name and nearly ripped his hair out.
Before rejoining the party, he held her until she stopped shaking. Whispering phrases in Spanish that she didn’t find out the meaning of until much later…
“Eso fue hermoso. Eres hermosa…”
“Eres incluso más dulce de lo que imaginé. Como la miel…”
“Si me lo pidieras, enviaría a todos a casa y te lamería toda la noche.”

Sighing aloud, she continued reminiscing on the reasons she loved him, then and now. Right now it was because he was warming her heart and body with his own.

Unbeknownst to Nesta, Cassian was also thinking of the reasons why he loved her, why he couldn’t stay away.

Nesta was as tenacious as she was magnificent. Quick witted and scrappy. He knew many fantastic women, but Nesta was on a completely different level.

He could be all of the sides of himself with her. It terrified him, to be like an exposed nerve, but he knew Nesta would settle for no less and would not open up otherwise. Nor should she, after all she had been put through in her life. He could be happy with her. He could let his weaknesses be known. He could talk with her when he needed to, or be quiet and contemplative.

He talked about his childhood. His early childhood. He said he was likely “smuggled over the border with bricks of cocaine” and tossed away. Rhys’s mother fostered him, though he didn’t make it easy on them, and then legally adopted him. A few years later, Azriel showed up and everything changed. He never forgot the kindness and generosity she showed him. He mourned her and Rhys’s sister every day and never again wanted to take for granted any good thing that came into his life.
He counted Nesta on the list of good things.

When he hugged her, even in public, she would let him hold her for as long as he wanted. What a sight they must be, he thought, the prim postured princess and the grass stained flannel and bomber jacket clad behemoth with permanently dirt crusted boots.
Goodie Two-Shoes and The Filthy Beast.

He thought about the time he helped her move out of her shithole and into this new place…

He found a box of old CD’s. He couldn’t help himself pulling out a worn copy of “From Under the Cork Tree” and waving it in her face, her eyes bulging.
“Those are a friend’s.” Nesta flinched at her transparent lie. “I don’t even know how they ended up here.”
“Hmm..” Cassian tapped the CD case and bellowed off-key, “CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY-”
He was cut off by Nesta screeching and fighting to cover his mouth. “THAT SONG ISN’T EVEN BY THEM, YOU UNCULTURED MOUNTAIN MAN!”
Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter as she crossed her arms and asked, “So, Mr. Rompe Will Be My Wedding Song, how do you even know this music?”
“Well, Miss Season Six Buffy Was My Aesthetic,” his eyes gleamed with amusement. “Little sunshine Amren went through an emo phase in her youth as well.” Nesta wasn’t terribly surprised at all by that reveal, but bit her cheek to keep from smiling.
“Do you have mix CDs? What was your profile song? I know you had one.” This was just too good to be true. His mind reeled as he gave a lopsided grin.
“Yes and get over it. I’ll never tell.” Nesta surprised him. She was constantly surprising him. He loved that. He loved her.
He looked at her in a way in which his hazel eyes said, “I love you. I am so in love with you. I am yours and you are mine, and we both know it.” Tilting her chin up with his forefinger and thumb, he kissed her. Slow and steady, but sinking into her completely.
They had passionately kissed before, they had hungrily made out whilst groping each other. When she had gotten comfortable enough, she asked to see his cock that she had raised and made throb. With her permission, he guided her soft hand to it. Experimentally, she pumped it once…twice…It was her first time and she wanted to do it properly for him, so he instructed her through the beginnings…“Lick your thumb and rub it on the tip…FUCK!…Good girl…Tighter!…That’s it…” He hadn’t expected her to finish him and definitely didn’t expect it when she didn’t pull her hand away in disgust as he spilled onto his jeans.
This sort of kissing, the kind they did right there in her emptied house she was soon to be free of, a different kind of electricity sparked when their tongues danced and she pulled herself closer to him by reaching under his shirt to his warm back and fisting the collar of his paint splattered t-shirt.
Toying with the waistband of her skirt for a moment, he proceeded to squeeze her ass with his permanently calloused hands.
They both moaned into each other’s mouths before Nesta broke away. Wiping her mouth and fixing her shirt so that it wasn’t so obvious as to how erect her nipples were, she said, “So are you going to help me move these boxes, or are those tree trunk thick arms of yours just for show?”
Cassian wanted so badly to pick up the bait, but he didn’t. “Sweetheart, I could load all these boxes up within five minutes and still have the strength and stamina to carry you to the truck. Then unload everything without breaking a sweat.“
Though he did accomplish the tasks within the time limits he set for himself, he did break a sweat. Not that Nesta minded.
After unloading the last of the boxes, Nesta led him to the mattress that she had yet to find a frame or box spring for, and slowly removed all her clothing. Then she removed his, kissing each of his tattoos as they became uncovered. Taking his hands in her own with complete trust in her eyes, she laid them down on the bed together.
That night, they christened her new home. It was her first time and she loved that it was with him. He felt honored to be the one she chose. As cliche as it was, they exchanged “I love you’s” before, during, and after.

Nesta had trusted him that night. And again she put her trust in him tonight. One of the many things he loved about her.

Their relationship was constantly evolving and he wanted it to evolve again, so he took a chance. “Move in with me, Nes.”

Not a second later, she responded. “Yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed soon?”

“Yes.”

“Love me?”

Again, she kissed his shoulder blade- his “wings”- and assured him, “In this world and the next, sweetheart. And all the ones before.”

Storm Before The Calm

Summary: after a fight that leaves the reader crushed and paranoid, they try to stay the night at Kat and Amy’s but Ethan still needs to explain himself

A/N: im really bad at summaries but im tryin g. also i only use nb pronouns when i write without requests so

You couldn’t quite remember what had set the two of you off. Something about a boyfriend and a messy apartment and too much stress frying your brain. You’d ended up yelling at each other somehow and gotten to the topic of, well, each other. Ethan yelled about how frustrating you were sometimes and you snapped.

“Why do you even like me then?” You spit at him. You’re shaking a little, head spinning. You feel a bit like you’re gonna throw up.

“I don’t!” His words are sharp and feel more like knives flying past you, slicing into your skin and leaving you bleeding.

Oh.

Staggering backwards, you reach blindly for your bag. You need to go. Oh God, you knew it. You knew it. He hated you, he’d been faking this entire time.

Ethan’s face falls when he realizes what he’s said, how he’s just outed himself. “Y/N wait! That’s not what I-”

But you’re already heading for the door. He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it away, pulling the front door open. When you speak, your voice is oddly calm.

“It’s okay. It’s fine, Eth.” You see him flinch at the nickname. Part of you feels bad but there’s an even smaller part that revels in it. “I understand. Ev-….. It’s fine, okay? But I’m gonna go for tonight.”

This time, his grip on your wrist is much tighter and it takes you two hard tries to tug yourself away. Stumbling out the front door, you scramble to your car and pull out of the driveway before Ethan can follow you.

You’re not sure how long you drive but when your brain tunes back in you’re at a red light. The streets are abandoned, the streetlights giving the world an eerie glow. Leaning your forehead on top of the hand on the steering wheel, you pull your phone out of your pocket. You don’t know who to call. All of your friends were his friends first, they probably all feel the same way. You think about calling Laura, your first roommate in the city, but she had never been too empathetic. A second of consideration ruled out the guy you’d dated a few times about a month ago. You hadn’t really been that close and he and Ethan had really disliked each other. He might assume the worst if you called him.

Breathing out, you gave in. Pulling your phone out, your finger hovered over Kat’s contact name before you remembered how rare it was for her to be on her phone. Shit.

With even more trepidation, you found Amy’s number. You loved her, of course, but something about how close she was with Ethan made you think they’d be on the same wavelength when it came to their feelings towards you. You tapped the call button before you could back out and held the phone up to your ear. On the last ring, Amy’s groggy voice crackled out of your speakers.

“Hullo?” It sounded like she’d just woken up you realized as you checked the clock on your dash. The numbers 1:36 flashed at you and immediately you felt guilty.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it was.” You apologize. Your voice is stuffy and cracking and it dawns on you that you’d been tearing up before you answered. You cough to try and cover it up but Amy’s a fucking emotional bloodhound.

“Woah hey why are you crying? Are you okay?” You hear shuffling as she scrambles to sit up.

“I’m okay, Ames. Promise. I was just wondering if I could crash at your place tonight?”

“What happened? Is everything alright with Ethan?” The worry in her voice makes you feel guilty and you cringe.

“It’s okay, Ames. I’m fine I just… I need to stay somewhere. Is that okay?” You feel shitty but you don’t even have time to take back the request before Amy is saying of course it’s okay and telling you to get your ass over there.

Hanging up and glancing at the road before you begin driving again, you sigh. Amy probably wouldn’t act this way if she didn’t like you, right? Ugh. You didn’t know and what happened with Ethan was making you feel paranoid. You trusted him so much, you’d thought it’d been mutual. Shaking the thoughts away before you started crying, you focused your full attention on driving.

Amy answered the door before you’d even finished knocking, pulling you inside immediately. “What happened? Oh gosh you were crying did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them I swear to God.” She held your face gently in her hands and stared at you like she was searching for a wound.

You laughed, but it turned into a sob halfway through. Amy pulled you forward into a crushing hug, tittering and worrying.

“Amy I’m okay. Shh it’s alright. Come on, I don’t want to wake Kathryn.” You hugged her back, trying to calm her.

“Too late.” You heard a tired voice say, making you jump.

“Jesus Christ, Kat!” You yelped, pressing a hand to your chest as Amy squeaked in surprise.

Kathryn smiled before she noticed your state. Messy hair and tears on your face. “What happened?” She asked, approaching you quickly and putting her steady hands on your shoulders.

“I- Ethan and I…” You didn’t know what to tell them. You felt kind of pathetic now, running to them crying after one fight. Kathryn, though, looked pissed. Her eyes hardened and her grip tightened. She always had been a bit overprotective.

“What did he do? I swear to God if he-”

“He didn't… Did he?” Amy’s worried voice broke in.

“No no hey he didn’t do anything. It’s okay we just…. fought a little. Some… words were said.” You scoff. “I sort of got mad and questioned why he even liked me and he said he didn’t.” You rush, biting your lip and looking at the ground once the words are out.

“Oh. Honey, no. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, Ethan’s your friend.” Kathryn rushes towards you to pull you into a hug and you let her.

“I… I don’t know. He sounded so sure and I just- I was scared to even come here because I thought…. I thought you were his friends first and you all felt the same way.”

“How could you ever think that! You’re our friend and you know it.” Amy joins Kathryn and coddling you, petting your hair until you laugh, ducking away from them both.

“I know, I know. I just… Ugh. I don’t really feel like talking about it any more tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course, Y/N. Come on, since we’re all up we can watch a movie.” You smile as Amy guides you to the living room and all but forces you into a pile of blankets on the couch. Kathryn ducks out of the room and returns a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn.

“If this is happening, we gotta do it right!” She says, voice determined. You all settle on the couch and the girls refrain from asking you about Ethan, which you appreciate.

Halfway through the second movie, as you’re nodding off with your head on Kat’s arm, a sharp knock at the door makes you jump. Amy almost falls off the couch in her effort to disentangle herself from the blankets, mumbling a “who the fuck” under her breath.The knock comes again, louder and more insistent and Amy yanks the door open. Immediately she looks angry.

“Dude what the fuck?” She starts but a voice cuts her off.

“Is Y/N here?”

You tense because fuck that’s Ethan. Kat’s arm tightens around you when Ethan steps into the front room. “Ethan, dude,what the h-” Amy calls but he’s already rushing towards you.

“You scared the shit out of me! Y/N what the fuck! You weren’t answering your phone. I called Mark and Tyler and nether of them had heard from you do you know how fucking terrified I was?” You look guiltily at your bag in the corner where you had left your phone.

Kat glares at him from her spot next to you. “What are you doing here, Ethan?”

”Kat it’s okay please don’t be mad at him.” You beg. Ethan looks a bit terrified under her angry gaze, gulping and fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I-I needed to talk with Y/N.”

“I don’t think right now is a good time.”

“But-”

“No, Ethan.”

“Hey!” You pipe up. “You aren’t allowed to argue because of me, stop that.” You wiggle out from under the blankets and stand in front of Ethan. “We can talk, it’s fine.” You grab his shoulder and lead him towards the front door, ignoring Kat’s protests. Amy stutters, trying to take in what the hell is happening as you slip through the front door and close it behind the both of you.

“Y/N you scared me so bad!” Ethan starts immediately. “I couldn’t get you to answer your phone and it was so late I thought you’d-” He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.

“Sorry…” You rub the back of your neck. “I left my phone in my bag.”

“God you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. About earlier-”

“I don’t know what you have to say that might make this better, Ethan.”

“If you’d listened to me you would have-”

“I listened just fine, Ethan! I’m not that stupid you said you didn’t like me so I-”

“No! That’s what I’m saying! You didn’t stay long enough for me to explain myself. That’s not at all what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?” You said, voice ambivalent with both anger and confusion.

“I was trying to say ‘I don’t like you, I love you’. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N! I just didn’t get to finish…”

Oh my God. Oh my god, Ethan you are an idiot!” You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. All this mess because of some miscommunication. “Why in the world would you do that?”

“I-I… It would be like in the movies! When they do the big feelings reveal!” Ethan’s mouth snaps shut at that and he blushes.

Feelings? What the fuck?

“Did you- Feelings reveal?” Ethan blushes hard and stares at his shoes. “Are you… Do you?” You don’t even know what to say.

“Love you? Yeah. In… In a more than friends way? Uh… Yeah.” Ethan still won’t look at you and you sigh quickly. Well… that sure is a development.

“Would you- Hey, Eth, would you look at me?” Ethan’s head pops up a bit, cheeks still pink. “That's… This is fine. I’m into it I… more than a friend way love you too…” You didn’t even realize it until then, but once you say it you know it’s true.

Ethan beams at you and your stomach flips. It’s like his entire attitude has changed as he stands up straighter and bounces on the balls of his feet. “Really? Like really really?” He laughs and pulls you in for a tight hug that surrounds you in the best way. He’s warm and still a little jittery and you giggle as he rests his face on your shoulder to look up at you. “Woah.” He breathes and you laugh.

It’s a split second decision as you lean down and peck his lips lightly. It doesn’t last more than a second but when you pull away Ethan’s eyes are wide and his laugh is giddy. “Nice.”

You laugh and shove him off you. “Come on, dumbass. Let’s get inside before they think we killed each other.” Ethan laughs lightly, taking your hand as you reach to open the door.

Amy and Kat are sitting on the sofa looking anxious and frustrated, respectively. You pull Ethan through the door, hands still entwined, and announce “Ethan is a fucking idiot!”

Amy gasps and points at your hands. “Did he? Did you?” She jumps from her seat and crowds you while Kathryn smirks at you over her shoulder.

You smile at Amy. “Ethan doesn’t know how to use his fucking words.” Ethan looks sheepish, agreeing with you under his breath.

“Thank God that’s over.” Kat teases, poking your side as you settle down on the couch again. “I really thought I’d have to kill him.”

“Shush! Less drama, more Disney movies.” Ethan curls up next to you as Amy presses play on the remote. Hands still entwined, you sit with Ethan and the girls until you can feel yourself drifting off again. You’d have to talk more with Ethan, about what was going to happen, but that could come later. Right now you wanted peace. And that’s what you got.

anonymous asked:

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

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

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

I needed to vent them! Overuse of gifs ahoy!

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

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

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

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

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

JUST liked?

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

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

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

Originally posted by legends-of-today

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

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

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

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

Originally posted by mogirl97

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

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

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

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

How much more epic can you get?

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

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

But let’s get into specifics.

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

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

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Yes, I know: random. But.

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

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

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

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

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

Originally posted by curvygeekyfangirl

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

Oliver.

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

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

But it also might save her from becoming him.

This has absolutely nothing to do with trust.

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

Originally posted by emilybuttrickards

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

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

Originally posted by songbin

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Originally posted by dmichellewrites

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

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

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

Originally posted by beemichelle7

Boom baby!

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

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

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

It’s lonely. Alone.

Originally posted by felicitysmoakq

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

What she wanted was for him to say:

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

Always.”

Wonderful, right?

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

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

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

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

Oliver is also a man of his word.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

“We can protect her.”

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

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

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

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

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

He’d hate it… but he’d get it.

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

Originally posted by oliverqueennn

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

Originally posted by lucyyh

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

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

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

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

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

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

But even then, things can still go wrong.

Originally posted by fponthedl

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

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

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

Originally posted by songbin

What happens when a lighthouse goes dark?

Originally posted by sporkageddon

The way home – your eyes – vanishes.

You loose sight of reality.

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

Originally posted by gothsmoak

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

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

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

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

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

After his return, she became his anchor. Slowly.

Originally posted by bratvaolicity

Overtime.

Originally posted by nugetae

Moment by moment.

Originally posted by thecwarrow

Until she became irreplaceable.

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

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

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

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

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

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

But he can’t.

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

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

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

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

Her soul is the one price too high to pay.

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

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

Drink it is:

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

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

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

Not a coincidence.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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

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

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

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

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

Like Wendy said:

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

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

Remember the song?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understanding. Readiness. Love. Trust. Heart.

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

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

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

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

A hero for a hero.

Originally posted by klarolicityswan

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

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

They’re going to fall in sync.

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

Originally posted by 6pinky-winky

I just thought of something. Like we know how Lance thinks about himself right? (The bedroom scene was practically a cut out of a Langst fanfic.)

We also know Narti (amazing beautiful Narti) can enter people’s mind. Like i remember she can I’m not completely sure.

So what if, she somehow gets to touch Lancey-Lance and catch a glimpse of his insecurities huh? And she, of course, tells magnificent Lotor (i thought i’d hate him, i wrong, i was so so wrong) . And Lotor, our amazing strategist, gets to talk to the sad blue boy.

This, naturally, results in Lance joining them, because maybe “being part of an empire that lets you to rule your own planet wouldn’t be so bad”. (I’m a sucker for dark!Lance aus). Cue a shit ton of Palangst (Paladins angst).

Can you imagine them? The Paladins thinking where did we go wrong? What happened to their goofball? And bam it hits them. Allura remembers when he entrusted Blue to her. Keith remembers the “I’m the odd one out.” Moment while they’re in the middle of the battle. (I wanna scream, bc wtf Keithy boy?? His face was so fucking emotionless the whole season. Like the only emotions he actually showed are anger and frustration. Does he even know how to make an expression that is not one of those two??? ). And they both tell the others their experiences and it’s just a huge angst fest.

I blame the amazing art by @caseydambro for giving me ideas in the middle of the night. Really check them out. They’ve got amazing art.

Edit: also just as amazing art of @maggie-m-mae , whom I believe had this idea first, because I remember seeing her post sometime before i wrote this. But i forgot about it when i was rambling.

ian-noble  asked:

hear me out: hana teaching junkrat to play video games

“okay, so,” hana says, “the main thing to remember is that clicking the left means shoot and moving the mouse around changes where you’re aiming.”

junkrat frowns at the screen and jerks the mouse right. the screen violently changes scenes - in the same area, facing a different direction. wow, he thinks, weird, his stomach doing a bit of a flip, and then he asks, “so what’s the point?”

hana shrugs. “you shoot stuff. shoot enough stuff and shoot it well enough and you move onto the next level.”

“just the same old shit over and over again?”

“yeah, pretty much.”

junkrat blinks, processing this. “you get paid for this?”

“yep. turns out that if you get really good, people like to watch you.” she shrugs again at his incredulous look. “i do not make the rules. are you going to try it or not?”

junkrat looks back to the screen and nods, hesitantly placing his free hand onto the keyboard. hana had made him scrub his fingers clean before he could even think about touching her setup, and he can see why, now; the whole thing is mostly pink and white, easily smudged if he isn’t careful. “how do i move again?”

“these four keys,” hana says, reaching out to move his fingers to the proper place. “up, down, left, right. pretty simple. hardest part is coordinating both hands.”

“seems dumb, doin’ stuff like this,” junkrat says as he gently moves his character forward. all he can see of the actual player is their hands and a gun of some kind, darting through some kind of forest, and he takes a few experimental shots. the firearm lets out a few pathetic coughs as it sprays some ammo; a flimsy, weak weapon, in his opinion - he’d trade it for a grenade launcher any day of the week. “what’s the point, if it ain’t gonna get you things?”

there’s a short silence. “dunno,” hana says.

“why not? you do this shit all the time.”

“yeah,” hana says.

“so?” junkrat prods.

“dunno,” hana says again, and then elaborates, “i get paid for it. and i like it, i guess. and i drive my mech because of it.” an enemy pops up on the screen - he’s so taken off-guard that the first few shots go wide, and his character grunts as a few bullets from the enemy hit him. “just something to do.”

junkrat hums thoughtfully. a few seconds later and he gets a headshot, and the enemy falls. nothing too exciting, and he keeps moving forward. “that’s it?”

“sometimes it is easier to just pretend you are not living your life, you know?” hana says, and the way she says it makes junkrat look away from the screen. she’s expressionless, as if knowing his eyes are on her. “an escape. that is all it is.”

he doesn’t really get it, mostly. his whole life has orbited survival. there was never time to relax or do much of anything that didn’t relate to that. but hana seems to enjoy video games, and she’d made an effort to find him a game that had minimal reading required, and he likes to think he and hana are friends, kind of, so he doesn’t say what first comes to mind. hog would be proud, if he was here.

“you are getting killed,” hana says eventually. junkrat looks back at the screen just as his character lets out an agonized screen and falls; GAME OVER flashes in red letters and hana says, “sorry. i know this probably does not interest you at all.”

“s’fine,” junkrat says, waving a hand. “i’ll give it another go. think i could get around to liking this, eventually.”

“yeah?” hana says, and there’s a tiny smile on her face. “cool. just hit the second button there.”

junkrat does. he dies again thirty seconds later, but hana’s laughing and that’s ten more seconds than last time, so he’ll take what little victories he can get.

anonymous asked:

Could I request an oneshot/scenario (whichever is easier for you) where Nic, Worick, Dr. Theo, and Striker's s/o is really skittish due to their past? (By that I mean jumpy around loud noises/sudden movements.) I didn't see a character request limit in your rules so sorry if it's a bit much, and you can take some out if you're not comfortable with it. Thank you for making this blog, by the way; it -and your writing- are both lovely.

Ah yes, some scenarios for you with a hint of cuteness! Thank you so much for asking, this was such fun to write (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ .:.ad. vic.:.

Nicolas would probably steady his s/o with long, tight hugs, holding them close if they shake or are feeling even the slightest bit startled. He’d squeeze their hand and keep his wrapped around them until he’s sure that his s/o has completely calmed down before stroking their cheek as though assuring them, As long as I live, I’ll let nothing bad will happen to you. Nicolas brings a strong sense of security and soundness, and makes it his duty to ensure his partner never feels unsafe. Your literal definition of an ‘actions-speak-louder-than-words’ kind of guy, silently caring for his s/o at all times.

Worick, greatly concerned, would quickly place a hand on his partner’s shoulder to calm them. Very likely to talk it out: he’d be there to listen to all of his partner’s worries and fears, and is fully empathetic towards them. He’s always understanding and caring, never blaming his partner for anything. Worick soothes their discomfort with long, sweet kisses on the lips and forehead, loving caresses and hair-strokes. He repeatedly reminds them that they’re now safe from whatever harm they’d faced before. “[Name]-chan, whatever happened to you in the past will forever stay in the past. I know it hurts, but it’s all over now, gone. Unable to reach you and unable to hurt you. We’re living in the present, and as long as you’re here by my side, this is all that matters.”

Dr Theo would remain his usual calm and collected self, attending to the situation as levelly as possible. He’d be concerned, definitely, but would never show it to face. He’d mask his emotions behind apathetic features, asking them to sit down. ”Take a deep breathe,” he’d say, a hand placed on their shoulder. “It’s alright now. It’s alright.” They’d have a long talk about whatever was worrying his partner, after which he’d provide a logical explanation oozing with facts to his partner that no unfortunate events would repeat ever and that they were completely safe. His sure, firm voice would add to the efficiency of the method, and barely twenty minutes later he’d have his s/o completely calmed down and back to their usual self. And of course, being a doctor, he’d closely observe them and regularly check to see if they’re okay, as well as dish out medication when necessary.

Striker still hasn’t gotten used to seeing his partner get really jumpy around even the tiniest of noises. He’s not going to lie - it sometimes irritated him how easily they got unsettled.  “What? Again?” he’d exclaim, furrowing his brows at the site of his quivering, panic-striken partner. However, he knows how badly they’re suffering and never says anything that could worsen the situation. Despite his complaints, he’s always the first to help his partner in their times of difficulty, often enveloping them into the safety of his arms, holding them while his chin rested on their head. Always there, ready, like pillars supporting his s/o (even if the package includes occasional grunts and headshakes). And yeah, he’s got his own weird way of comforting them, too, “You really are an idiot. You think I’d let anything happen to you? Think I’d let anyone hurt you? I’d obviously beat them to a pulp before they can even touch a strand of your leg-hair!

  • 'Is Hoseok single?' Yoongi jerked his head up in surprise.
  • 'As far as I know. You interested?' Yoongi asked sarcastically, looking over the other idol from head to toe. It was nonsense-- the notion that an idol was crushing on Yoongi’s group mate.
  • 'Actually, between you and me...' the guy muttered. Yoongi nearly dropped his draw. He composed himself quickly, a current of anger and jealousy running through him with a vengeance. Yoongi gulped, looking across the room at Hoseok, who, oblivious to the conversation happening across the room, was mingling with the Vice President of MNET. five idol groups and a handful of actors had been invited to the elite gathering, but Yoongi applauded Hoseok’s ability to socialize with such ease. Earlier in the night, Yoongi and the other members had been sitting together and eating the meal; Hoseok munching cutely on all the dinner rolls while listening intently to the president’s speech. They were sitting next to each other, Hoseok thigh constantly grazing Yoongi’s-- sending strange little shocks throughout Yoongi’s entire body. He'd always ignored these touches; a forbidden feeling fighting its way into his mind. Off limits, he always reminded himself. And besides, Hoseok was the unattainable tease. Yoongi was more curious than ever to get inside that man's brain.
  • Yoongi looked at the idol in front of him, and then glanced to hoseok.
  • 'I won't tell.' He said cooly, sipping his drink and looking around the room. It was suddenly a bit awkward.
  • 'You don't think- he'd be into me?' The idol asked. Yoongi glanced over him. Shaggy black hair, a cute dimple, nice jaw. He'd be able to get any girl he wanted. Why hoseok? Yoongi huffed.
  • 'Hoseok is quite picky. He doesn't talk about his dating life much.' Yoongi said, his tone slightly more clipped. The idol nodded.
  • 'Just look at him. He's perfect, isn't he?' The idol smiled. Yoongi looked to hoseok, their eyes meeting suddenly. Hoseok smiled softly, Yoongi's heart in a rampage.
  • 'He is.' Yoongi said thoughtlessly. The idol looked at him with surprise.
  • 'Speaking of his talents, of course!' Yoongi laughed.
  • He tried to get out of this conversation and back to the members table quickly. He scurried over with a plate of desserts, sitting next to namjoon with relief.
  • 'You alright?' Namjoon asked. He was scrolling through Instagram and people watching.
  • 'Can we do something tonight? After this is over?' Yoongi asked. Namjoon closed his phone in surprise.
  • 'You actually want to hangout with us?' Namjoon asked, eyes wide. It was something like that. Or rather, as long as Hoseok would be there, too.
  • 'Let's drink or something.' Yoongi offered.
  • 'Let's poll the group when they come back. But I think if they know you suggested the idea, they'll all be interested' he said. Slowly, the members sat down with their dessert. Yoongi waited eagerly for hoseok to sit, glancing at him impatiently, saving his last piece of cake so he could give a bite to his favorite guy.
  • Twenty minutes passed. But no Hoseok.
  • 'Where's Hobi?' Jungkook asked.
  • 'I saw him pulled over by Sehun in the corner.' Jimin said, an irritation in his voice. Yoongi scanned and saw the two of them giggling and touching one another's shoulders with ease.
  • 'Yoongi, tell them your idea!' Namjoon offered. Yoongi suddenly didn't feel too excited by the thought. A smitten and distracted hoseok? There was nothing that irritated Min Yoongi more.
  • 'Scratch that plan.' Yoongi grumbled, shoving his fork sharply into his last piece of cake-- the best piece.
  • Hoseok came back to the table some time later, setting down the exact piece of cake Yoongi had wanted to offer him to share.
  • 'Hyung, I know you like this cake. I got it for us to share.' Hoseok smiled, laying his hand behind yoongis neck and massaging sweetly. Yoongi closed his eyes and suppressed a light moan. Instead, he could feel the bitterness creeping in.
  • 'I already ate.' Yoongi said, the other members noticing his irritated tone. Everyone was aware of the close bond between Yoongi and Hoseok-- it's just that no one knew of their true inner feelings.
  • 'Oh.' Hoseok said, his mood lowering. He ate the cake quietly, Yoongi feeling a pain at his chest. He hated making hoseok feel bad .
  • 'But thank you.' Yoongi whispered. Hoseok looked at him with curious and questioning eyes. What was wrong with his favorite hyung?
  • After a long event, the members took their car back to the dorms. Hoseok was sitting in the back
  • With V and jin, while Yoongi sat with the others. He was working up the courage to ask hoseok to go for a walk once they got home. He just didn't know if it was the right thing to do. Hoseok was his coworker. He needed to get over this, and get over it quickly. He'd suppressed his feelings for so many years, it had barely phased him.
  • But recently, something had changed. The way they looked at each other. The way hoseok smiled at him/- knew his every
  • Mood. The way they stayed up through the night and talked without a second of uncomfort. Hoseok knew more about Yoongi than Yoongi did-- he sometimes thought.
  • And tonight, Yoongi had learned just how desirable his Hoseok was to others. He felt oddly territorial. Yoongi was more curious than ever. Who else was interested in his precious hoseok?
  • He waited for hoseok to get out of the van and lingered back.
  • 'Hey.' He said quietly, scurrying next to him.
  • 'Hey.' Hoseok yawned. Shit, he was tired.
  • 'Ah,
  • Never mind.' Yoongi said.
  • 'You're acting strange: what's up?' Hoseok asked.
  • 'Can we walk for a bit?' Yoongi asked.
  • 'Of course!' Hoseok said effortlessly.
  • 'Guys, we'll be up a bit later.' Yoongi called, veering hoseok down the street.
  • 'Can I join?' v called back. Yoongi groaned.
  • 'Nope; sorry.' Yoongi said, causing the other members to giggle a bit.
  • 'I see how it is!' V exclaimed.
  • Yoongi and hoseok walked for a
  • Few minutes in silence, growing further and further away from the dorm. They sometimes took walks like this- venting out frustrations and relieving stress.
  • Hoseok sat down in the grassy patch and laid down. He had stripped off his nice coat, and was sprawled out in his black dress pants and a silky blue dress shirt. He looked even more handsome than usual-- just looking up at Yoongi so comfortably.
  • 'Okay, talk to me.' Hoseok demanded, offering his hand to Yoongi. Yoongi took it and let himself be pulled next to hoseok, their hands warm and interlocked.
  • Hoseok released but Yoongi wished he hadn't.
  • 'You don't like anyone, do you?' Yoongi asked, his palms sweating nervously. Hoseok eyed him suspiciously.
  • 'What are you up to??' He asked.
  • 'I'm just curious.'
  • 'I, uh-- I don't really have an answer.' Hoseok looked down nervously.
  • 'Who is it?' Yoongi pressed.
  • 'Yoongi-- ' hoseok pleaded, sitting up.
  • 'I... I know someone who likes you. I'm inquiring for them.' Yoongi stuttered.
  • 'Yoongi... you know that even if I did like someone, I couldn't act on that interest. You know better than anyone!' Hoseok exclaimed.
  • ' I do.' Yoongi glanced at his crush with longing eyes. He really did know.
  • 'I'm flattered that someone is interested. I'm sure they'll find someone suitable in no time.' Hoseok offered, eliminating himself as an option. Yoongi laughed lightly. That was a hoseok response. Removing himself from the equation.
  • 'I have another question.' Yoongi felt more comfortable now, just being there with hoseok-- all alone. Just the two of them, what he liked best.
  • 'Oh here we go.' Hoseok joked. Yoongi twisted his fingers with jitters all through his body.
  • 'Have you ever... liked one of the members?' Yoongi asked. Hoseok nearly choked at the question.
  • 'Yoongi, why are you doing this?? You know that these kinds of questions are really crazy, right? What if I said yes?? It's completely against the rules. And If I did, what would it matter?? It wouldn't be reciprocated. And if I did, all it would do is lead to more problems!' Hoseok spewed off angrily.
  • 'I-- I...' Yoongi started.
  • 'What, hyung?' Hoseok asked.
  • 'I...'
  • Yoongi looked at Hoseok and Hoseok looked at Yoongi. Min Yoongi had never seen such a beautiful person in his entire life. He'd never wanted to lay his own lips on another's with this much passion.
  • And then suddenly, he had.
  • He was kissing Jung Hoseok.
  • Hoseoks initial reaction was shock. He pulled back, looking at
  • Yoongi with wide eyes.
  • 'Yoongi...' he breathed. Yoongi didn't give him another minute to pull away, looking like once more. The way Hoseok moved his lips against Yoongi’s-- Yoongi had never felt this before. A warmth spread throughout his whole body. His skin was on fire. The feeling of hoseoks fingers brushing his cheek was enough to send him into another dimension. This kiss was mutual, Hoseok could feel it too. He wanted more. He wanted this so badly. But something inside him was signaling to stop. This is bad for business, his mind reminded him. But it feels so right; he thought again. Stop. Stop. He argued with himself until finally he pulled away from Yoongi, who had placed his hand sweetly around Hoseok’s lower back.
  • 'We can't.' Hoseok said gruffly.
  • 'I know.' Yoongi opened his eyes and exhaled. Hoseok had never seen yoongis face so flushed and pink. He looked nice with a bit of color. He always looked nice.
  • 'This never happened.' Hoseok offered. Yoongis heart dropped into his chest. The dejected feeling hit him immediately.
  • 'Hoseok...'
  • 'No. it never happened.' Hoseok said, standing up. It was the last thing hoseok wanted to do-- he wanted to lay with Min Yoongi until the sun rose in a few hours. He wanted to kiss his soft lips and talk for hours about anything and everything.
  • But Hoseok had gone through too much to let love change anything.
  • He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He couldn't let Yoongi ruin his career either.
  • 'It really meant nothing to you?' Hoseok could hear the hurt in yoongis voice.
  • He crouched down and took Yoongi’s hand, kissing it lightly.
  • 'It meant everything to me.' He whispered, darting off towards the dorms.
  • Min Yoongi had never felt so conflicted in his entire life.

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amy rose please write the muffled against a wall library!sex! your tags put this pit in my stomach and i need it like air! more beautiful words, all the ust. when you have time, or at all of course :)

The night before classes start, Erica drags Derek to a house party and he finds himself making out with an extremely attractive guy called Stiles. Stiles of all the names in all the world. It could be a damn fugitive’s name, odd and vague and fitting for the man that leans against the kitchen counter as he talks to Derek, feet turned towards him and pink lips turned up in a smile as they wrap around a beer bottle. Stiles has big, earnest eyes and talks with his hands. He teases Derek about his awkward flirting, and his slightly too short haircut. Derek mocks Stiles’ own messy hair, even as he’s itching to run his fingers through it, and he could tell by the way Stiles’ gaze had dropped constantly to his mouth that he was thinking similar things to Derek. 

Dirty things. 

Things Derek shouldn’t be thinking about when he has class in nine hours. 

Derek’s out of his element as they stumble back to Stiles’ shared house, he’s never really had one night stands, taken his studies seriously, put books first, earned his place at college through hard work and a dusty social life. He’s remarkably okay with pretending to be someone who does this regularly if it means he gets one night of it with Stiles. Stiles rims him on the stairs and they fuck on Stiles’ too small bed. It’s wild and intense and Derek forgets his inhibitions, is loud and laughs when Stiles can’t get his shoes off, clutches the headboard as he rides Stiles, relishes the scrape and the burn and the fast, heady pleasure of it all. 

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some quick avarice au thoughts

He’d watch everyone he ever loved die and leave him? Fine. He’d been there already.

Doing bad-no, not just bad, awful things on a day to day basis and enjoying it? Been there, done that, got the postcard, did the jail time.

No, what really sucked about being a demon was that he couldn’t get a fucking beer in the Dreamscape. The entire pool of the collective unconsciousness of humanity (thanks for the words Ford) and not a god damn can of Bud to be had anywhere for love or money. He had to deal with a ton of airy-fairy bullshit; he could see people’s feelings, could eat their dreams but couldn’t kick back with a cold one? Or a good cigar?

Seriously.

What a rip off.

(His kids quickly learned the best sacrifice for him was a six pack of beer.)

He recruits Dipper in coming up with some kind of name for rubes to use for him, because even Stan knows he can’t go by Stan Pines when he’s doing this demon shit. When Dipper gives him a list, Stan only makes it as far as Ophiuchus, before he decides fuck it, his demon name (and Stan can’t believe he’s saying that with a straight face) is Yelnats.

Dipper looked like Stan had punched Santa in the face and kicked Rudolph in the nuts.

“But, but Grunkle Stan! People will be able to just guess your real name and, and they’ll use it against you!”

Stan grinned. It wasn’t a nice grin.

“Kid, I’m old and ain’t no one making me do anything I don’t want to. They can try.”

(Sometimes the triplets shortened his name to Grunknats. Then there was the fateful day that Acacia accidentally said Grunknads, and Mabel fell out of her chair laughing.)

—-

Stan does his very best to scare the living shit out of Henry when he comes over for the first time.

(And he doesn’t care that Mabel is shooting him dirty looks and practically has “I can take care of myself” flashing over her head, he’s an old fashioned guy, and this is part of the whole thing with new boyfriends.)

Henry was the first kid that actually stood his ground, even though Stan could smell the fear rolling off of him in waves. Even held out his hand to shake still.

Stan had a good feeling about this guy.

The old burn scar was no longer on his back.

Instead it was on his right wing, forever a part of him no matter what shape or form he took.

Stan’s Mindscape was in many ways a carbon copy of the Shack that still existed on the physical plane.

What was nice about the Mindscape was that he was able to get as creative and wild as he wanted with his exhibits, pulling off stuff that would have been completely impossible back in the real world.

That he was using the souls of his enemies to make these sculptures was a plus.

The only downside was that Mabel and Henry refused to let the triplets come over to his version of the Shack until they were teenagers.

(Well, maybe because he kept his issues of Fully Clothed Women and Tomorrow’s Man out on the tables as well, but hey, his Shack, his rules.)

—-

Stan knew that both his dweeby brother and Dipper thought that he was criminally wasting his powers, the opportunities that being a demon afforded him.

But honestly?

At the end of the day Stan was a simple man, and wanted nothing more than to kick back and watch some TV.

That being said, he did rig the TV in the Shack to play shows from every possible dimension. More TV than even he could keep up with…. It was a dream come true.

(It wasn’t until first grade that the triplets realized that not everyone had grown up with The Sampsons or Friendship is Prestidigitation.)

—-

His Ma used to pat Stan on the cheek all the time and mutter, “You’re gonna outlive us all kid.”

He and Ford used to laugh about it, albeit a little nervously. That was just Ma being Ma.

As he watched Dipper’s casket be lowered into the ground, he thought about those words again.

Goddamnit she was right, she had been right the whole time, and they hadn’t known.

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(In case you missed it, here’s part 1)

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The rest of the day, you kept playing through the different reasons why he seemed so desperate to see you. You started overthinking every little thing, making every part you dread the thought of having to face him. 

Now, standing in front of the gate to the soccer field, you couldn’t stop your anxiety from running wild.

Pushing past the gate, you noticed the field was completely empty.

All except for one boy sitting on a bench facing away from you, head towards the floor.

As you got closer, you saw him rolling a soccer ball between his hands.

Still dressed in his uniform, he was covered in grass stains and sweat, with a defeated posture surrounding him. 

Cautiously taking a seat next to Cal, you watched him closely to gage his reaction.

He didn’t give one.

Both staying quiet, you looked away from him out to the rest of the field. You had never actually taken the time to come around this part of the school. It just wasn’t your scene. It was different to see what his world was like for once.

Still rolling the ball in his hands, he finally spoke.

Wasn’t sure you were going to actually come or not.”

Looking towards him, you replied softly.

Not going to lie… i almost didn't”

Nodding his head, he placed the ball on the floor.

Wouldn’t blamed you if you hadn’t. I know i don't deserve your time. Not after how I’ve been acting”

Finally looking at you, he seemed a little broken.

It’s fine.”

Shaking his head, he turned to face the field again.

Its not fucking fine at all, don’t pretend it is. Nothing is fucking okay right now.”

A little surprised at his small outburst, you didn’t know what to say.

Groaning, he moved forwards, placing his head in his hands.

Im sorry, i didn’t mean it like that. Im just… Im stressed out about a lot of shit right now and i don’t know what to do.”

Confused, you tried to figure out what he was talking about. It obviously wasn’t about you, but something else.

Is something wrong?”

Laughing humorlessly, he moved backwards, leaning against the bench.

You mean besides the fact that i probably screwed up any chance I had with the girl I’m so head over heels for? Or maybe you mean the fact that I’m the fucking reason we lost one of the biggest games in the season? No, it has to be the fact that I’m such a shit person even my friends and parents want nothing to do with me anymore”

Sniffling, he got up off the bench and rushed forwards to kick the soccer ball with so much force. 

Shaking, you watched the ball go flying towards the scoreboard, hitting the glass with so much power you were sure it cracked.

Turning back, he grabbed another ball and flung it as hard as he could across the field.

As he was about to grab one more, you noticed he was letting out a stream of angry tears.

Jumping up, you grabbed the ball out of his hands and pulled him towards you.

First trying to resist, he eventually broke and buried his head in your neck.

Letting out a small sob, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging tightly.

Wrapping one arm around his shoulders, you used your other hand to rub the back of his head and neck. 

Its okay, its okay, you’re gonna be okay i promise”

Trying to not tear up with him, you made yourself stay strong. He was going though so much more that you could ever imagine. On the outside he always seemed so effortlessly put together and strong. But now, seeing him completely open, you saw just how broken he was.

After standing there for a while, you pulled away lightly, taking his head in your hands.

Still sobbing, he refused to met your stare, almost as if he was ashamed to have you see him like this.

Pulling his head downwards a little, you kissed his forehead, and then kissed his nose, and then softly kissed his lips.

Pulling back, you watched him part his lips slightly, opening his eyes to stare into yours surprised.

Glancing back to your lips, and up again to your eyes, he let out a small smile.

What was that for?”

Slightly smiling back, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, shrugging.

I didn’t know how else to calm you down. I mean i didn’t know how you would react but I figured i could get you to at least forget about everything for a split second. Even if it was you getting grossed out or something.”

Finally letting out a small laugh, he bent down to kiss your lips again.

Softly, he pulled back, sighing.

Walking back over to the bench, he sat down, still looking defeated.

Following, you turned yourself to face him on the bench.

Looking over, he took his hand and laced it with yours.

Slightly rubbing his thumb against yours, he smiled a little.

You know, i could definitely get used to this feeling.”

Looking up, he watched your face turn slightly pink with you trying to fight back a cheesy smile.

Nodding your head, you looked back towards your newly laced hands.

Yea… It isn’t so bad.”

Chuckling, he turned back to face the field.

Watching him, you started to get a little nervous.

As great as this all was, you still needed answers.

Taking in a deep breath, you decided to jump right to it.

So like I’m not trying to ruin the moment or anything but I’m just… theres still.. ugh fuck.. theres so much i still don’t understand.”

Slowly nodding his head, he moved to pull his hand away from yours.

Feeling you stomach drop, you panicked, afraid you just pushed him away.

But he turned to face you, so be could talk to you better.

Sighing, he started.

I know. Honestly I’m just trying to figure out how to start this. I guess i can start with the notes? If thats okay?”

Not trusting your voice, you just nodded.

Letting out a big breath, he started fidgeting with his hands.

Alright so obviously you were right about the notes. I wrote them, gave them to you, it was all completely me. No tricks, dares or games, they were 100 percent my notes to you.”

Smiling, he reached forwards to intertwine your fingers again before continuing.

Ive had a crush on you for what feels like forever now but i just couldn’t step up to tell you. There was so many things getting in the way. I know theres a lot of rumors about me. Some are true, some aren’t. I didn’t know what you believed and what you didn’t. Then theres the whole deal with the different crowds we hang out with. Theres rules we have to follow when it comes to who you date and who you don’t.”

Looking away, you couldn’t look in his eyes anymore.

So basically what you’re saying is I’m not good enough to be seen with you?”

Shaking his head vigorously, he grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

Blinking rapidly, you tried to stop the tears from falling out but one still escaped.

Please don’t cry” he whispered with his voice cracking.

Shaking your head, you harshly wiped the tear from your face, pulling away from him.

Panicing, he started rambling again.

I wrote the notes because i had to figure out a way around the rules. I needed you to know how beautiful you are. I needed you to see how much you make feel out of control. Being paired up with you to do the project was one of the best things to ever happen. I finally had an excuse to be with you, talk to you, get to know you. I got a chance to make you laugh and smile in person, not over paper. Honestly I’m so fucking thankful you found out it was me. I don’t have to be a fucking coward anymore.”

Still hurt, you shook your head.

But I’m still not worth breaking the rules? What do you expect me to do? Be your dirty secret?”

Sighing sadly, he licked his lips.

No… I didn’t mean that… God you don’t understand how much i hated what i did to you Friday night. When we almost kissed, i was so ready to forget everything and just be with you. But then my friend came and i panicked. I didn’t want you to get sucked up in my mess. At the game, i couldn’t even think straight. I kept looking up in the stands hoping just maybe you would come. Honestly i had this huge plan that you would come, i would win the game, run up to the stands and kiss you right in front of everyone. Show them the rules were nothing but a bunch of bullshit.”

Looking at you through his blurry vision, he made sure to hold your gaze.

But you didn’t come. I stayed pretty shattered through out the game, not focused. I couldn’t think straight. The thought of you potentially hating me and thinking i didn’t care, crushed a part of me. So we lost. My team mates hate me. My parents are disappointed in the fact that i blew a chance with some scouts during the game. And i have no one else to blame but myself. I fucked up. It was my fault. Im so fucking sorry”

Finally understanding, you pulled him into another hug. He was trying so hard to balance everything and make it all work. But it was like everything he touched fell apart right in front of him. He was so concerned with you that he was letting everything else break.

Calum, I'm sorry too. Im being so selfish. I know how much soccer means to you. How much you depend on your reputation to keep you focused. I didn’t mean to be the cause of your-”

Cutting you off, he kissed you.

Slightly separating, he kept his face in level with yours.

This is no where near your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for. I should have just been up front from the start. This is my mistake and I’m the one who needs to fix this. Which I’m going to start doing now. Im going to fix whats going on between you and me first. I know i tried with the notes to express to you how sorry i was but I’m done with those. Now its about telling you in person. Making you fell special and loved in person. No more paper. Just me and you.”

Grinning, you were about to lean into him again.

But stopped.

“Hey Cal! Is that you? What are you still doing on the field?”

Pulling apart, you both jumped.

Looking down towards the opposite side of the field was a group of his teammates, now making their way towards you both.

Looking back to Cal, you saw his expression growing more and more worried as they started getting closer. 

Look cal, ill leave as quick as i can and you just tell them i was asking you a question about the project.”

Turning to run off, he grabbed your wrist.

What? why?”

Looking back to his teammates, you tried to talk faster and lower so they wouldn’t hear you.

I get it now okay. The rules and you. I don’t want you hate me later down the line. You tried to protect me from getting caught up in you, well now I'm protecting you from getting caught up in me. This doesn’t change anything okay. Well figure it out, just let me go so they won’t see me clearly.”

Staring at you, he was giving you a stare you couldn’t figure out.

Feeling your heartbeat racing, you turned to look at his team mates, now more then half way over to where you both were.

Calum… Come on, its okay. I promise its all okay”

Giving him one last pleading look, he just shook his head.

No”

Letting your mouth fall open, you couldn’t believe was he was about to do.

Joining his hand with yours, he turned to face his team mates, head held high, completely defensive.

As they walked up, each gave a quick confused glance to your intertwined hands, then to your face and then to his.

Hey mate… Uh who’s this?”

Looking up to him, you watched him clench his jaw.

My girlfriend”

Bitting you bottom lip, you felt your cheeks start to blush and turned to look at them, fighting back a smile, still scared at what their reaction would be.

Nodding their heads, they just shrugged.

Um alright cool… We were actually going to go out to get some pizza.. uh do you… well do you both want to come?”

Just as surprised as you were about their easy reaction, he glanced at you, waiting for your answer.

At a lost for words, you looked back at his teammates who were waiting for your response as well.

Oh… uh… um… i mean uh… yea… sure… i guess”

Nodding in approval, they started walking away from the field with you and Calum following close behind. 

Still in shock, you looked over to Cal, about to say something but noticed he was till in his practice clothes.

Giggling a little, you pulled on his hand, getting him to turn his attention to you.

Hey wait don’t you need your stuff form the locker room?”

Looking down he groaned lightly but then shook his head.

Bending down a bit, he got closer to your ear to talk.

Nah, its fine, ill get it later. I just don’t want to miss the chance of showing off my little rule breaker to the world.”

Kissing your cheek, he pulled back to talk to one of his team mates.

Speechless, you just kept walking.

You didn’t know how… or why… but you managed to tame the wild child of the school. 

You.

Simple, ordinary, normal you.

Whoa.

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Okay so theres the end! Kind of short, I’m sorry, I’m just like super excited to start this other series. So expect the first part to that in a couple of hours😁

I hope you liked it! I know it wasn’t like completely my best but i really did try idk i just lost a little interest in the end.

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I have lots of time to think when I’m drawing, and because I’ve been doing the s9 cookbook, I’ve been thinking a lot about series 9. And while this is very tin hat, I keep coming back to a point that just bugs me and I can’t help but blame it on factors outside the show.

(Advanced warning, I’m sorry but I ended up cussing a lot especially towards the end.)

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Holy shit this might just be real
  • Penguin: ok
  • Penguin: well first thing i noticed rereading homestuck
  • Penguin: just like the trolls have two teams, RED and BLUE by the way, when they start off
  • Penguin: there are two different ways of thinking going on before cascade
  • Penguin: one, dave and terezi, is that everything is predetermined and you can't escape fate
  • Penguin: two, blue team (the other was the red team) vriska and john, believe strictly that they can challenge fate, rebel against it if you will
  • Penguin: now who is the main puppeteer of all the fate strings in paradox space
  • Penguin: Lord English
  • Penguin: he travels back through time rigging every event to his liking so that he is born and no one can oppose him
  • Penguin: he is literally the guy behind every single frustrating homestuck shaenanigan
  • Penguin: so the fact is aspects like breath and light don't believe in things like destiny. Breath is all about freedom of choice and light is strong in believing in luck
  • Penguin: you see it in vriska trying to face jack anyways, or rose being reckless to figure a way to save everyone
  • Penguin: and well, john being his spazzy glitchy self
  • Penguin: time and mind on the other hand
  • Penguin: when terezi does the coin flip thing while talking to dave she says 'let me tell you a secret'
  • Penguin: 'luck doesn't really matter'
  • Penguin: thats not just her hating on vriska that is because she has an understanding of mind and the mental paths a person will take and those are bound to logic. Part of a pre determined scheme
  • Penguin: which is why she mixes so well with time, because time in lord english's universe is also set in stone. You cannot defy what lord english has planned or you die
  • Penguin: so we already have two massive ideologies going one up against the other
  • Penguin: then theres another thing, dave and john aren't actually these adorable dork buddies like the fandom makes them out to be
  • Penguin: i mean they are best bros but, they also have a friendly rivalry going on
  • Penguin: its also a very typical thing, the 'dork' vs the 'jock' or in this case, cool guy
  • Penguin: matter of fact when john achieves god tier dave starts bitching with terezi about getting to god tier too
  • Penguin: then theres the fact that as soon as that doomed dave who didn't make it to god tier dies, he's contacted by aradia
  • Penguin: hussie would literally have no reason to make them meet aside from time shenanigans, but instead aradia hints to her being a 'servant' and that dave is too. And guess what, that very important conversation they have with one another happens just while gamzee vriska and eridan are making a murderdome out of the meteor and everyone else in the fandom is preoccupied with a lot more shit than two time players casually meeting in dream bubbles.
  • Penguin: then theres dave's quest
  • Penguin: remember the legendary POS, the sword
  • a pied wagtail: the one he already has?
  • a pied wagtail: (and aradia's a /maid/. She serves time)
  • Penguin: Dave breaks it the first time to get it, and Davesprite tells him that it is part of his quest to break it
  • Penguin: guess who hands him that sword, again, later
  • Penguin: grimbark Jade
  • Penguin: serving condy, who, likewise, is the servant of....
  • a pied wagtail: le
  • Penguin: yes
  • Penguin: if my hunch is right, dave's personal growth will have to rebel
  • Penguin: to the rules time has set in stone
  • Penguin: and to lord english
  • Penguin: 'breaking the sword'
  • a pied wagtail: ooooh
  • a pied wagtail: that would fit in with the cool kid thing
  • Penguin: definitely. Hussie is making everyone believe dave is gonna die heroically, killing lord english
  • Penguin: and maybe he will, but hussie also has this way of suddenly making characters turn bad out of the blue or causing massive plot twists
  • Penguin: i would not be surprised if this happened with dave instead, and he became a temporary antagonist due to time mechanics he can't escape
  • Penguin: john is obviously gonna be a big doofus, understand jack shit and attack him
  • Penguin: theres way too much juxtaposition between dave and john anyways
  • Penguin: and the theme 'red vs blue' keeps recurring
  • Penguin: do you really think hussie would pass the chance to make all davejohn shippers die in anguish
  • a pied wagtail: no
  • a pied wagtail: so far as i'm aware, hammertime has the most fics on ao3
  • Penguin: exactly
  • Penguin: hussie is going for the kill
  • Penguin: (well here i am gathering the clues to that theory)
  • Penguin: (altho i don't think dave is gonna act explicitly evil)
  • Penguin: (more like, cold, controlled evil)
  • a pied wagtail: (perfect)
  • a pied wagtail: (that is exactly how he would act)
  • Penguin: (yeah man)
  • Penguin: (also guess what)
  • a pied wagtail: (hmm?)
  • Penguin: (i wonder why dave got so scared of time travel over 3 years that he barely wants to use it)
  • Penguin: (i mean, i know theres the dead dave thing)
  • Penguin: (but, what could hussie possibly add as extra meaning)
  • Penguin: (and what if dave subconsciously has 'a feeling')
  • Penguin: (that every damn time he time travels he's just accomplishing someone else's, not his own scheme)
  • Penguin: basically time players are like puppets to Lord English
  • Penguin: And, holy shit, I just realized something that happens in Homosuck
  • Penguin: JOHN vs
  • Penguin: ARMY OF BOGUS DAVES
  • a pied wagtail: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
  • a pied wagtail: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • Penguin: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • Penguin: and everyTHING IN HOMOSUCK WAS PREDICTING LATER EVENTS TOO
  • Penguin: LIKE THE WITCH DYING
  • a pied wagtail: D:
  • a pied wagtail: DDDDDD:
  • Penguin: THEN THERES THE WHOLE CAL PUPPET WHICH DAVE HATES DEAL AS EXTRA IRONIC FORESHADOWING
  • a pied wagtail: in all the witch-related books by terry prachett, there's this thing called borrowing. and it's basically a way of being other animals? but for it to work you have to give the animal gentle nudges in the right direction, not fully take it over. maybe le can do that?
  • Penguin: hmmmm
  • Penguin: well its not exactly that i had in mind
  • Penguin: this is not a thing that comes from influence over decisions, not as a direct consequence, at least. This is a thing that involves time travel in a stable 'alpha' timeline
  • Penguin: lord english doesn't rule over peoples minds and is pretty bad at persuading them, i mean, have you /seen/ Caliborn?
  • Penguin: but he rules over time
  • Penguin: and time means events, history, plot
  • a pied wagtail: ooh
  • Penguin: time players are more sensible to how time flows and 'happens'
  • Penguin: so dave might just be aware of how LE is influencing him
  • Penguin: if not get fully manipulated by his orders
  • a pied wagtail: but don't lords destroy?
  • a pied wagtail: so
  • a pied wagtail: maybe le's not influincing the events so he gets what he wants
  • a pied wagtail: maybe he's destroying the outcomes that he dislikes
  • a pied wagtail: he's basically making sure the alpha timeline happens how he wants it to
  • a pied wagtail: and making all the others doomed
  • Penguin: exactly man, although lords don’t just destroy, those are princes. Lords rule over all.
  • Penguin: that, thats the whole basis behind every single doomed timeline
  • Penguin: the ones that 'lord english didn't like'
  • Penguin: its not paradox space itself that causes doomed timelines
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What a tease ~ Part 2 (Luke Smut)

Pairing: Y/N|Luke Hemmings
Words: 1547
Warnings: Well…Smut, cursing, the usual?
Summary: You’ve always loved teasing boy’s. Resting your hand dangerously high on their thighs and pulling your skirt up when walking past a cute one were the more innocent thing you’d do. But what you’d do to your new neighbor would be such much more fun.

Part 1
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You kept teasing Luke the following weeks, walking around your room in your underwear, sunbathing topless in your garden when your parents weren’t home and even leaving your window open a few nights while pleasing yourself, knowing that his window was open as well, moaning his name just loud enough for him to hear.

How could you know that a fucking kissing booth would change so much? Your mom’s really big on this whole “integrating into the neighborhood” thing and made you help out. You didn’t expect to be spending your afternoon at a kissing booth though, holding your cheek out for old men and pre-teen boy’s to kiss. You’re already counting down the minutes until you’re free when you spot him in line. Black skinny jeans, matching black tank top and shades with his blond hair hidden under a snapback, brightly grinning at you. You hurry up  to finish the people in front of him and just as he place his 25¢ in front of you Clarice, a girl from down your street, turns up. “Hey there Y/N! I’m here to free you!”-“ Thanks Clarice.” You answer with a bitter smile. “Just let me finish this one, he already paid after all.” Before turning back to Luke and pulling him down to lock your lips with his, pushing them open with your tongue. Your hands trace down his arm but you disconnect again before he can move to pull you closer,you wink at him and turning around to leave. “They’re all yours now.”

You’re just about to leave the fair when someone grabs your arm and pulls you back. It’s Luke, grinning cheekily at you “Didn’t know you could get kisses like that at a kissing booth. You’ve put Clarice in a quiet uncomfortable situation.” You shrug your arms without answering but Luke continues anyway “But I thought those few cents I paid weren’t justifying your service. So how about I invite you? Pick whatever your wanna right” Pointing at the several amusement rides behind him.
Now it’s your turn to grin at him as you step closer and get on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. “Too bad I’m just about to leave. But to be honest I’d rather ride you anyway.”
You turn around and make sure to slide your fingertips over his crotch while doing so. You take his hand and let him lead you to his car. During the whole drive home you let your fingers ghost over his thighs, letting them draw little promises of what he’ll expect once you’re home.

As soon as Luke closes his bedroom door behind him you’ve got your hand around his neck and pull him into a kiss. One that is nothing like the one earlier today. You make sure to let him feel your lust, sucking and biting, playing with his lip ring. You grin to yourself as you hear Luke quietly moan when you tug his hair. Displaying his pain kink this easily turns his cheek red,but you just start dragging your nails down his arm and digging them into the sensitive skin on his neck.
Pressed against the wall you slowly start grinding on his thigh between your legs, circeling your hips, the friction of the fabric making you soaking wet. Luke grabs you thighs, effortlessly picks you up and carries you to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap, you leg straddling his side’s. You pull up his tank top, throwing it on the floor, your shirt and bra following right away. Burying  your face in his hair to muffle your moans as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting down while pinching the other. The wetness between your thighs almost makes you lose your mind. You lean back and hiss thankfully as Luke’s lips slowly wander down your chest to your tummy stopping right about your waistband. He hovers there for a few seconds before finally yanking your shorts and your panties down as far as your parted legs allow it. He takes his time, eyes fixed on your private parts until your squirm in his lap, rubbing yourself against his still restricted errection to get some kind of pleasure. “Fuck babe, your fucking beautiful!” Luck whispers before placing a kiss beneath your belly button, right above your clitoris and bringing his index and middle finger up to your mouth. His eyes are fixed on your lips around his fingers as you suck them while he starts rubbing your c-spot with his free hand.
You’re left breathless when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth again, but Luke is in no hurry to give you the pleasure your searching for. Lightly tracing his fingers over your vagina makes you arch back moaning “Luke, stop screwing around!” Grinning he lightly places the tip of his index finger on your clitoris while looking up at your face. Slowly sliding them down until he finally slips them inside you. Amused he watches your reaction as he curls them up and starts moving them. You bite your lips and pull Luke’s hair as you can feel your thighs shaking and know you can’t go for much longer. Stopping him by grabbing his arm with one hand and his chin with the other to make him look into your eyes. “You’ve been having the upper hand long enough now. I know you’re so fucking hard right now” you make sure to grind your hip in his lap, pressing it against his erection while saying that. “You want me to ride you, right? Just like I said earlier.” After dragging your fingers over his bulge you get off his lap and kick the shorts and panty, that are now dangling on your  ankles, aside before pushing Luke back into the matress and pulling off his skinny jeans along with his boxers as well.
You bite your lip at the sight Luke’s full erection, already throbbing with precum. “Damn babe” you whisper as you position yourself over his lap. “One rule, baby boy, you’re only allowed to come when I tell you. I want to hear you beg.” You take his hand hand put them your thighs before slowly lowering yourself onto him, biting down on your lips hard to swallow down the moans in your throat, forcing yourself to watch Luke tilting his head back and letting out a long soft moan at the feeling of you.His hands grab your thighs deeper as you slowly move on top of him, his dick filling you out, making your walls clench around him with every move. You’re rocking your hips while leaning back and steadying yourself on his thighs. Luke’s hand wander up your thighs to your hips, almost desperately trying to grab them to make you move faster but you just place one back on your thigh and one on your chest. “Tonight we’re gonna do it the way I want, got me? You gonna do exactly what I want.” You stop moving and lean forward until your lips almost touch “and I know you’re already so close but you’re gonna be a good boy right?” You can feel his hips buckle up. Leaning back smiling you feel his dick twitching inside you. He’s already a mess underneath you, whimpering more than moaning, begging you under his breath to move faster “Fuck y/n! Stop fucking teasing me! I can’t go on any longer!” - “You know what I want to hear, Luke!” - “Oh shit, please y/n! Please! I’m a good boy, please let me cum!” As an answer your raise your eyebrow but pick up the speed feeling yourself getting closer to your own orgasm as well. You pull Luke up so you sit in his lap, letting him wrap his arms around you while still riding him, finally allowing him do move his hips. As he starts violently thrusting inside you, meeting each of your movements by hitting your g-spot, his lips sucking at the sensitive skin above your collarbone, you dig your nails into his back and pull his hair with your other hand. You scream his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, him following almost simultaneously. Loudly moaning your name as well, one hand at the small of your back the other in your hair to press you close.
He let’s himself fall back onto the bed afterwards while you climb off of him. “Fuck Y/N, that was amazing. You….You are amazing” You give him a smile “right back at you, honey” as you start gathering your clothes. Luke leans up onto his elbow and watches you. “What are you doing?” You pull your shirt over your head and toss your bra at him before answering. “Going home? What else should I be doing? You can keep the bra as a souvenir.” When Luke’s face fills with disappointment you stoppen confused. “What? You want round 2 already?” He puts on his amazing cheeky smile “Actually I was just hoping to make you breakfast in the morning.” You laugh but take off your shirt again and crawl back into the bad, Luke’s arms wrapping around you while you bury your face in his chest.

Random lyrics sentence starters
  • "They make it easy."
  • "You give in to everything."
  • "There's no need to disappear. i've got room for you in here."
  • "I've been longing after you since the start."
  • "All you have to do is stop by."
  • "So shut the bedroom door and shut out the world some more."
  • "Take it easy."
  • "I'm building an empire."
  • "So little time and so much to do."
  • "This is as good as it gets."
  • "Why are you wasting your blood, your sweat, your tears?"
  • "I'm never gonna look back."
  • "Think twice, you might not like it."
  • "Only I know the ugly."
  • "I paint pretty on my face."
  • "I'll fight, I scream, I'll misbehave."
  • "Got secrets you won't see on stage."
  • "All we do is drive."
  • "All we do is think about the feelings that we hide."
  • "All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign."
  • "Sick and full of pride."
  • "California never felt like home to me."
  • "His laugh echoes down the hallway."
  • "It's so simple, but we can't stay."
  • "Over analyze again."
  • "Would it really kill you if we kissed?"
  • "It's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl."
  • "I understand that you are not impressed."
  • "I heard you let that little friend of mine take off your party dress."
  • "I'm not going to get too sentimental."
  • "I don't know if you've been loving somebody, I only know it isn't mine."
  • "I know this world is killing you."
  • "My aim is true."
  • "Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things that you say."
  • "I can't stand to see you this way."
  • "There’s nothing you can do."
  • "Boy, she’s taking over you."
  • "Let’s misbehave."
  • "You should've been there."
  • "I would've been so happy."
  • "That was the moment I knew."
  • "I just wanna be alone."
  • "Your close friends always seem to know When there's something really wrong."
  • "He said he'd be here."
  • "What do you say when tears are streaming down your face In front of everyone you know?"
  • "What do you do when the one who means the most to you Is the one who didn't show"
  • "I'm sorry I didn't make it."
  • "I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me."
  • "You've shown me eventually what you'll do."
  • "I don't mind, I don't care, as long as you're here."
  • "Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again. You'll just come back running."
  • "And I'll take you for who you are if you take me for everything."
  • "I have the skill, yeah I have the will, to breath you in while I can."
  • "Does your heart ache when you get around me?"
  • "Does your heart break when you think about me?"
  • "I did what they thought would be good for me."
  • "Now you wanna cry call me a cheater, left you to die, though I did neither."
  • "Do your worst."
  • "I couldn't be your friend, even if I tried again."
  • "You had me all wrong."
  • "It's never enough to say I'm sorry."
  • "No matter what I do, you're always mad."
  • "I can't give you what you want and it's killing me."
  • "I'm starting to see maybe we're not meant to be."
  • "There's no way out for you and me."
  • "How I wish that we could meet again."
  • "Don't you break my heart again."
  • "I still believe that change can happen, though it's hard and it happens slowly."
  • "I still believe forgiveness comes with love."
  • "We all have our secrets."
  • "I'll never catch up with you."
  • "Shit gets dark when you lose it all."
  • "You were like home to me."
  • "Please don't close your eyes. Don't know where to look without them."
  • "I know you care."
  • "There's trouble ahead, I can feel it."
  • "You are just saving yourself when you hide it."
  • "I know you care. I see it in the way you stare."
  • "I'll be saving myself from the ruin."
  • "It wasn't always wrong."
  • "Now I don't warm my hands in your coat, but I still hope."
  • "Why can't I dream?"
  • "I can't say that I'm sorry for loving you and hating myself."
  • "It's killing me to walk away."
  • "How come you don't want me now?"
  • "How come you always lead me on?"
  • "Why don't you want to show me off?"
  • "Tell me why you couldn't try and keep me here."
  • "I see you by my house walking with a different girl."
  • "Someday soon, I won't be the one who waits for you."
  • "Have you lost the same things I have lost?"
  • "Do you know that panic I know?"
  • "I wish time was still. We'd stay right here with time to kill."
  • "You left everything behind except yourself."
  • "All I see is question marks and nothing else."
  • "You must have landed in New York by now."
  • "Please don't bring this love down."
  • "You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"
  • "I don't know how to be something you miss."
  • "I never thought we'd have a last kiss. Never imagined we'd end like this."
  • "You're showing off again."
  • "I'm not much for dancing."
  • "How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something... There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions."
  • "I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe."
  • "I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are."
  • "I hope something reminds you wish you had stayed."
  • "I never planned on you changing your mind."
  • "What did you expect from me?"
  • "I know how it's going to end."
  • "I kept my word when I swore that I would let you down."
  • "You knew all along."
  • "Try to forget me and just move on."
  • "Oh, my dear, what have I gone and done now?"
  • "I ruined the evening again."
  • "I don't have love left inside."
  • "Are you desperate for an answer?"
  • "I don't have an ounce of good left in me now, that's why I walked out."
  • "I am not the one that you should blame."
  • "Do your best to forget my name."
  • "Can you place yourself in a moment's notice, in my situation?"
  • "You've made me cold and afraid."
  • "If you gave me a chance to love you, could I come back and love you?"
  • "I gave you everything, but I couldn't give enough."
  • "You threw stones at me and said that they were thrown in love."
  • "Turns out that I don't really love you at all, 'cause love would find forgiveness."
  • "Nothing's good, nothing's right, but I love you."
  • "Turns out that I don't really love you at all."
  • "Love would find forgiveness."
  • "I felt you in my legs before I even met you."
  • "I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you."
  • "You were all I had."
  • "I was yours, right?"
  • "The crowds in stands went wild."
  • "One day, we will be remembered."
  • "For a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world."
  • "I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you."
  • "If you have children some day, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name."
  • "I've never been so ashamed."
  • "It really felt like you and me were getting better."
  • "I hope that you still want me."
  • "Don't walk away and leave me without a reason."
  • "There's too much to say that hasn't been said."
  • "I know I was wrong and I'm sorry for making the same mistakes."
  • "I know I make it hard."
  • "I know you want to want me."
  • "Wish I could take it back, but you know I can't."
  • "I hope one day you understand."
  • "This can't be the end."
  • "This is the end."
  • "Don't walk away."

anonymous asked:

For 5 head cannons how about once the marauders reunite on the train before 5th year and holy shit has puberty hit them all

i have a little brother who is currently thirteen and is going through puberty, and i am realizing retrospectively how horrifying puberty is, bc you’re basically just a little monster. like, everyone in the world who has ever gone through puberty has a stage where they are just a human disaster. it’s just part of life, man, bc you got weird things growing on your face, new hair in new places, brand new, terrible smells, and your emotions are all out of whack, and it’s just the worst thing in the world, and you’re a monster. (if you’re reading this, and you’re currently going through puberty, please know that this too shall pass.)

so anyway, my point is, it is simply fucking delightful to imagine the marauder’s going through this, so let’s do some headcanons, yeah? 

  • i headcanon remus as being a faster bloomer than his friends, and consequently, he had all the gross changes a little sooner, so during third or fourth year, they’d all give him shit bc he was breaking out all the time, and his voice kept cracking, and he was just in general very hilarious to look at. but then comes fifth year at the platform, and they all meet up, and since remus started young, he’s already gotten over the worst of it, and is actually starting to boarder on the edge of being attractive, meanwhile his friends are walking disasters, and he revels in it. he shows them no mercy. he mimics every voice crack sirus has. he tries to play connect-the-dots with james’ zits. he makes fun of the way peter shaves his face. he is having the time of his life, getting back for all their tormenting, what an asshole.
  • sirius is the exact opposite. while fifth year is the year remus starts to get hot, it’s the one year at hogwarts where sirius looks the worst. (anyone 18 or over can probably attest that there are just some pictures of yourself during adolescence that you’d rather burn than look at–this is that year for sirius.) he was a very handsome kid, and obviously gets super fucking bangin’ once this whole ordeal is over, but fifth year he is just this really awkward height, has terrible mood swings, cannot for the life of him figure out what he’s supposed to do with all the new hair, and it’s just terrible, and he is Suffering. (i realize that harry sees sirius in the pensive as a fifth year, and calls him attractive, but i would like to point out that harry is also fifteen at that time, and so has a skewed perspective. if he went back to that memory a few years later, he would be like, “lol, sirius looks like a fucking nerd.”)
  • so, along with puberty comes hormones, and often times, hormones bring up sex drives, and young boys with hormones and sex drives have so. many. awkward. boners. this is something they all just sort of bond over. awkward boner solidarity. (like, on the train, lily stops in the say something to remus, and when she leaves, james is just very indiscreetly crossing his legs, and even remus can’t give him shit for it, bc he’s been there (is still there, esp sharing a dorm with sirius), and since he’s been going through it longer than his friends, he’s just like, “make sure you always carry a book with you, dude. i don’t lug anthologies with me all the time just bc i like to read, ok?”) 
  • omg, it’s been like, over a decade since i grew at all (bc when i was ten my body got to 5′2″ and was like, “k, that’s enough.”) so i might just be being kind of nostalgic here, but imagine the marauder’s comparing height. like, peter and james standing back to back, and arguing about whether or not james’ hair counts as part of his height since it always sticks up. (remus is taller than everyone, so he gets to be the official judge of height.) (he rules that james’ hair does not count, and so he and peter are about the same size.)
  • i almost ended this post without talking about their voices! blasphemy, that’s my favorite part. they meet up on the platform, and all sound so different, it’s hilarious. like, remus, who’s voice had already started to change, is even deeper, like how? james and peter have respectably low voices at this point, too. sirius is getting there, but it’s hard to take him seriously with the voice cracks every five seconds. (i’m sorry, i’ve latched onto late bloomer!sirius black, and i am never letting go. i love it.) they try to do a sing-a-long (bc, come on, the marauders are totally a friend group that would 100% sing obnoxious songs on the top of their lungs all the time for the enjoyment/annoyance of their peers), but it takes them a while to get back into the swing of things, bc their note ranges are all over the place. it’s kind of a tone-deaf monstrosity for a while, but then, it never was that pretty sounding to begin with.

the end! thanks! sorry it took me a million years to get to this!

also sorry that i got long-winded. i’m very passionate about marauder puberty, apparently.

The One That Got Away

Dirty Harry Styles Imagine by lovezaynlikealovesong

‘Okay, Fine’ you said after throwing harry’s black shirt back into the closet, 'don’t wear it, its just that…it suits you more and I wanted you to look good tonight’ 'what do you mean, I don’t look good always?’ he asked in an annoyed voice. 'I didn’t say that, Harry… I meant to say tha-’ 'I know what you mean (Y/N)!’ he said picking up his belt and giving you one last look before leaving for the party 'you coming or not?’ he asked raising his voice. You hated when he was this way, well no one likes it but, it was extremely upsetting, and that too on christmas eve as well as Lou’s birthday party was making it even more worse. 'Of course I am baby’ you replied trying to calm him down a bit, but it didn’t help…not a bit.You shrugged it off and gave a last look in the mirror to yourself.'like you mean the 'baby” he murmered, thinking you didn’t hear it,but actually you did. He opened the door for you, as he always did, giving you the hint that he still cares about you. But you were too involved in the argument to notice that, it was way too difficult for you to take your mind off the mini fight you both had been having in installments for a pretty long time, and you knew that these were just warm ups, teh real thing was yet to come, but tonight? no, it can’t be,  you thought to yourself, you were pretty sure. 'Thank you’ you said, but not with feelings, it was now sort of a routine for you, Harry opens the door, you say thank you. 'What happened?’ you asked confused, he was just sitting there, on the driver’s seat, not moving an inch, 'Look, love I’m sorry’ a sudden smile plastered your face but you tried to hide it,'Harry…you know what? lets just act like nothing ever happened, hm?’ you said letting the smile now show. He nodded in reply with his cheeky smile. He turned to you saying 'I love you, (Y/N)’ you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, 'please don’t ever leave me’ he said just a second after you pulled from the kiss, 'huh?’ you asked faintly, assuming he didn’t hear it you made your way back to your seat. He never said before, not even when you both had the worst of fights, not even when you nearly 'left’ him once, this statement of his was just getting you to worry, a lot. Half way through the ride, you got a text, and your mobile was kept on the dashboard, in front of Harry,'could you please see that for me?’ 'Babe, I’m driving’ he said passing you your phone 'Here’ he said, weirdly, reading the sender’s name, his smile immediately disappeared  he frowned, yet again. He gave him a confused look and took the phone from his hands at the same time. ‘James’ you read, you couldn’t quite get why he did that after reading ‘James’. Something in that text made you chuckle, you replied,he replied, you replied, he replied, and it kept on like this. The car stopped with thrift making your phone slip from your hands and fall on the car floor, you thought he’ll make the move, but he didn’t, instead he stepped out the car  not giving a damn about you and your phone and making his way into the party.You were now sure, He. was. pissed.and the strange part was you were not even sure what the reason was. ‘Hey (Y/N)’ Eleanor greeted you with the cutest smile ever, you both had become bestest of friends she had helped you with harry most of the time when the ‘Larry’ rumour took swift. ‘What’s up with harry’ she asked wrinkling her eye brows, ‘I’m asking myself the same question, El’ you replied ‘hmm… okay anyways, this is Angela’ she said pulling you towards some her friends and introduced you to them, you could sometimes see from the corner of your eyes, a guy the same guy everytime, stalking you. It was a bit weird at times but you didn’t bother much really.

***

'Aahh!’ you screetched softly as the vodka trickled down your throat burning your passage and making way to you stomach. 'You’re really funny, Will’ you said chuckling a little.'Well, I like you too’ he said you gave him a sudden stare and your face turned serious. What an asshole, Harry thought, he loved you way too much to let go but seeing you with another guy was just unbearable for him, it was just the party and he people who were keeping him away from pulling you in for a 'forever’ kiss. 'Hey, do you mind a dance?’ the guy asked you, 'umm…I don’t think so, I’m dating someone and we just… things are not great between us and-’ 'Yes, of course that Harry guy you’re dating, well if he’s mad at you…’ he slowly moved towards your ear and whispered 'why not make him jealous?'you looked at harry and smiled. 'I cant bare this anymore!’ said Harry,banging his glass on the table.He was completely drunk and had lost his senses, but when a person’s drunk that’s the time he does what he wants and he wanted you, to feel you and make you feel loved and kick that 'asshole’ out of the way, just you and him. He was with the boys on the balcony and could see the bar from the view clearly and there you go, holding his hand as he pulled you from your seat to the dance floor, you recognised something familiar, smiling you said over the loud music, 'this is my fav-’ It’s her favourite song harry thought, and a sudden telepathy made you both exchange glances and there he was, furious, brisking his walks towards you. 'What is this?’ he said getting a hold of your wrist and pushing the man back and coming in his place. 'Harry, please, listen to me, I-’ 'No YOU listen to ME! you’re coming home with me now!’ you couldn’t understand what he meant, what about louis? it’s his birthday, how would he feel? right now Harry and you were more important than louis’ birthday bash, you came greeted stayed but just didn’t say a goodbye. It’s okay he won’t mind. 'Who do you think yourself to be?’ shouted Harry in his perfect voice, pushing you against the car door. 'Harry I-’ 'What’s happening there?’ you heard a heavy old man’s voice, you figured it was the police and decided to leave. 'Was that the Jason guy?’ he asked in a voice full of hurt.'Harry ple-’ ’(Y/N)! was he or was he not?’ he asked pressing the accelerator harder. 'No, no he wasn’t, I had just met him’ you replied 'and you’re off dancing with him, a stranger whom you had just met and you can’t dance or even talk to your boyfriend once, whom you’ve known for 8 months?’ 'Babe, I’m sorry I dont know- I-I just don’t know whats gotten into you nowadays!’ you continued 'you’re just so-so… hard to be with, you talk to me rudely,you don’t talk to me the way you used to and everytime I look in your eyes all I see it hate nothing else’ you stopped and realized what you just had blurted out of your mouth. 'I can’t believe you just said that’ harry said hitting the brakes and the car stopped right in front of the house you both lived in for 5 months now.You both moved in, you threw your purse on the couch, you saw harry taking his belt off and coming towards you and lifting you bridal style, but not the usual soft and fragile way but the harsh yet passionate way. He swiftly threw you on the bed not caring if t hurt you or not, he was hurt and wanted you to make up to him, and this was his way.'Harry, what is your prob-’ and he cut you off with a passionate kiss gradually slipping himself onto you, so that he can face you and ou can face him. His hands were snaking on your waist and his eyes were just staring at your beautiful face studying all your expressions. He slowly moved his hands to your busts, he knew it was turning you on and he was right. 'Harry, I don’t wanna do this…’ you said pulling away from the kiss. ’(Y/N), you can’t decide everything we do in our relationship’ he said breathlessly,'you hurt me (Y/N), more than you know, you’ve been really bad, and I’m going to punish you, you deserve it bitch.’ you were lying, w-h-i-t-e l-i-e. You wantd him so bad, you didn’t even know that yourself,  and him getting harsh on you was even more of a turn on.'Harry I-’ 'Shut up! will you?’ he said in his harsh voicehe literally tore your shirt apart, and pulled your jeans down and threw it somewhere. All you were left in was your undergarments.He pulled you closer to his now bare chest, 'No other guy can touch you’ he said with soo much lust and passion in his eyes that you couldn’t resist a kiss but he pulled away, and didn’t let you kiss him. He got up attacked straight at your chest, gosh! he was making you feel so good. You held him so tight, it felt like if you let go of him you’ll collapse. He slowly moved to your your busts and instead of unclipping your bra, his anxiousness just tore it from the back and he threw it aways not letting go of your skin’s taste. You were going crazy, so uncontrollable 'Don’t enjoy it you whore, it’s your punishment’ he knew you were enjoying it and that it was no more a punishment but a pleasure. He had to make it worse for you, to give you the lesson. he left your skin and pushed you hard on the bed, even the push gave you the feels. He slowly kissed you on your cheek and moved towards your ear, 'Don’t move even a bit now, if you break the rules I’ll make it even worse’ he left off with an evil grin and slowly started to leave love bites on your soft point. Unacceptable, you had to move, you couldn’t contain what he was doing to you, it so overwhelming. Both his hands were stretching onto your and held your palms in place squeezing them so tightly, you went crazy his arms were sliding on your armpits and it felt so good, you couldn’t help but arch you back a bit. You felt something, on your right wrist you couldn’t quite tell what it was, and you were way too overwhelmed to even figure it out. 'I told you not to move bitch.'He was now tying your hands, it was way too much now. 'Harry, ple- SHIT!’ you screamed as pushed in one of his fingers into you, it felt so good, you moaned loudly as he added one more to it. He was now thrusting, staring at you not blinking a bit, 'you’re so beautiful’ he said, your body was responding way too well for him to lessen the punishment. ’(Y/N), I told you not to move’ he said with celnched teeth as he pushed another finger into you, he was doing you so hard and it felt so good you just wanted to hold him, tight and never let go. 'Harry, please let my hands be free’ you said looking into his eyes, he was still moving you, you know how hard it was you to keep your eyes open. 'Tell me you love me’ he said pulling his fingers out it felt so bad, you didn’t want him to stop. 'Of course I love you Harry’ you said 'I know you dont mean that’ he said pulling your hands harshly out of the now loose cloth from which he had tied your wrists. You immediatly pulled him for a kiss, it was long and passionate, his hands were all over you, snaking slowly on your waist, to your busts, and finally to your clit, he moved slowly from your lips to your neck to your busts and started to taste them, he left bites all around your nipple and you arched your back giving him even more access. You pulled his hair which made him groan, he slowly and gradually moved to your stomach and left wet kisses all over your tummy, and finally now he was eating you up, he licked all around your clit your body could not at all control itself, he was making patterns with his tongue so softly that it was tickling, it was so overwhelming, you punched your fingers into his back and that. that was the thing that turned him on so much that he couldn’t contain it and bit your clit'Harrryyy!’ you screamed as you cumed and arched your back lifting your face almost to his and you both went down back to the bed together with a kiss, your lips were moving in perfect sync, and he was into you in no time, 'I’m sorry’ he said as the pain made you scream, 'I deserve it'you said breathlessly,'hmm… you do’ he said clenching his teeth and pushing himself completely into you 'Aahh! Harry?!’ you screamed 'how did that feel?’ he was hitting your G-spot so hard without even coming out, just pushing himself in more and more 'Harry, t-that hurts’ you said, it hurt really bad, but at the same time it felt so good.'That had hurt me hundred times more than this, (Y/N)’ he said pulling himself out, you heaved out really hard. Harry harshly kissed you, your eyes were closed you felt every inch of what he was doing to you, he was really making you fall more for himself, and he was succeeding. Slowly he started to push, in and out, all that time he was just kissing, biting and licking you shoulder line, one of your hand was in his hair and the other was busy clenching your nails into his back, everytime he was just pushing in pure passion. 'Ha-r-ry, I c-can’t t-take it anymore’ you said in parts, heaving out. 'Cum, NOW!’ he ordered, this order was not hard to follow. You were so close but didn’t say anything before just thinking it would piss him even more. You juices mixed together and he didn’t leave you at all, he wanted more of you, you too wanted to feel him even more. wow! he thought to himself looking at you, your hair were all around your face spread out on the bed and your mouth opened begging for his lips’ flavour. He kissed you softly on your lips, and whispered ’ I love you’ in your ear and kissed again under your ear and pulled his hair. You both just lay on the bed for like one minute. As he slowly picked you up, not leaving your body you both got up together, never losing the eye contact, and now your back was resting on the wall behind the bed, he pushed himself closer to you and without pulling out he was again doing the same thing. 'You’re-mine’ he said pushing in again with clenched teeth, it hurt but he was so close to you his heavy breaths were just enough for the hurt to turn into pleasure. Again, you both had your second round now this time, all the time his tounge was exploring your breasts, you were so overwhelmed, you pulled his head towards yours and kissed him hard, hard enough for all the feeling to be shared, he growned biting your lip, he had reached his high, 'not now Harry, pl-please’ you said catching your breath, he bit your nipple, really hard, trying to control himself you moaned extremely loud and let your juices mix again. He left his hot breaths on your chest and reaching your lips and licked them and finally kissing them, you were too weak now to kiss him back but didn’t pull away you were just pushing in for more. ’(Y/N), I love you baby, please don’t do that again to me’ 'I won’t I p-promise’ you said with utter difficulty. 'I love you’ you said hugging him tightly.

-lovezaynlikealovesong

Christmas Approveal - Requested (Michael)

HELLO, this is the first Christmas request done because it the FIRST!!! Woop, Christmas is coming, anyways this was requested by aleciasometimescries. ENJOY!!!!!

‘You’re joking right?’ You hear Michael on the phone and frown as he does. 'Okay, shit, let me know where you are once you’re sorted’ and then he hangs up.

'What’s up?’ You ask as he comes over flopping into the sofa and throwing his head back. 'The lads flight isn’t going, the pilot is too ill to fly, Paul is trying to gets them another pilot but they won’t be home at earliest till tomorrow morning’ he explain, you can tell he is worried about them. It’s Christmas Eve and they have just finished a promo here and they had a private plane to get them home later this evening so they were able to spend Christmas with family. Michael had agreed to stay in your home town for Christmas, you were seeing your dad tonight and your mum Christmas Day and then fly to Sydney Christmas night to spend a couple of days with ////.

'That’s terrible, do you want to go and see them?’ You ask, he groans and you smile a little at the sound. 'Yeah but we are meant to be at your dads in an hour’ he moans and you laugh a little. 'I don’t mind, go see the boys and come to my dad’s when you can’ you explain. You can see he is thinking it over, so while he does you decide to take advantage of his neck being in full view, you lean forward, placing one hand in his chest and depressing your lips to his neck, you trace then up and down, sucking and licking his neck in all the right places.

'If you don’t stop neither of is will make it to your dads’ his voice is groggy with his need and you notice his jeans getting tighter. 'Sorry baby’ you tease pulling away, but before you can sit back he grabs the back of your neck pulling you on top of him and pressing his lips to yours. You let his hands snake under your shirt as you pull at his hair, and roll your hips a little hearing him groan you laugh and jump off.

'Better get going so you have time see the boys’ you wink as you head into your room to change for your dads.

——–

'Dad quit whining he is coming’ you moan rolling your eyes towards Kelly your step mum and she smiles trying not to laugh.

'See, see didn’t I tell you he would ruin it, ruins everything does that boy, waist of space’ he goes in, you shake your head, your dad has never liked Michael, said he isn’t looking towards the future, doesn’t want anything serious, changing his little girl.

'Dad please just gives it a rest, no one can enjoy themselves while you are making things awkward’ you tell him.

'Well no one is enjoying themselves waiting for it to turn up’ he snaps back, you look at him eyes a little wider to tell him he went too far.

'For a start he has a name, second of all no one is waiting, we are all fine, dinner isn’t even ready yet and the only person this is an issue for is you and finally if you don’t stop acting like a petulant little child I will leave, it’s Christmas Eve everyone is happy and you can’t drop your hatred for one god darn day’ you half yell before brushing his shoulder as you leave the family room and enter the kitchen. Your grandma isn’t far behind you and she rubs your back a little, you turn giving her a small smile.

'Ignore him, we all understand, Michael is a very nice young man and the only reason your dad hasn’t held his hands up yet is because he is too proud to say he was wrong’ she explains, 'but you were right your dad was a very petulant child’ she half laughs and you can’t help the smile she forms on your lip.

'Michaels here’ Jimmy rushes into the kitchen before turning back out, you an grandma follow him out to see Michael being welcomed by the family as your dad stands of to the side arms crossed

'I hope you just don’t mind but I bought a couple of friends’ Michael tell them winking at you, as Ashton, Luke and Calum come in behind him. 'Oh hello boys, it’s lovely to see you again it’s been so lo…’ Kelly is cut off by your dad.

'It’s rude to invite people when you’re an unwanted guest yourself’ your dad pipes up, his voice harsh, but you notice the smile in Michaels face turn slightly into a smirk and you frown a little as you watch him.

'I called but you have the no phone rule so I couldn’t check’ Michael tells him smoothly which you know is a straight out lye because you snook your phone back into your pocket after putting into the 'Phone Stop’.

'It doesn’t matter, they can stay, and you can leave with them seems as your so ungratefully late’ your dad snipes back, you laugh a little as his face contorts in annoyance and how Michael isn’t bothered by a word of it.

'Don’t be so rude, I bought you up better than that’ your grandma snaps at him, 'Now I’m sure there will be plenty of food after all we are two down so it’s only really an extra one and we always make too much food, wasteful really but I’m sure you strapping boys can help up with that’ grandma goes on. 'Right jimmy go on up to your room and bring down that deck chair of yours’ she tells him with a small wave of her hand.

'Come in everybody, close the door is deathly cold, the fire is in in the family room, who wants drinks?’ Kelly calls and takes the order of a number of drinks as everyone files into the family room you wait behind, you give Calum, Ashton and Luke a quick hug before Michael wraps an arm around you.

'What’s going on with the flights?’ You asks the boys, 'It’s getting sorted, we found a pilot he is okay to set off at nine tonight’ Ashton explain and you smile. 'Thanks great, I was so upset for you guys’ you explain and Calum coos.

'Shut up, go on, get in there’ you tell them nodding to the door to the family room. When they are gone you turn to Michael and press your lips to his, your hands on his chest, his on your waist. 'You’re terrible’ you tell him as you pull away and he frowns 'why?’ He asks shocked and you smirk a little 'You only bought them to piss him off’ you whisper, he fakes shock and grabs his heart 'Like I would do such a scheming thing’ he gasps 'You would’ Kelly interrupts making us jump a little as she wears a smirk across her lips 'But it’s awfully funny want hung his squirm’ she chuckles leaving again and you laugh following her into the rest of the family with Michael behind you.

——-

'Hush everyone’ your grandfather calls over the chatter at the dinner table, we have all finished our meals and been chatting but it so dyes down. 'We all have traditions and our is something we treasure, after a meal at Christmas we share what we are grateful for and what we hope the new year will bring, Michael seems as you’re a guest for four would you do the honour of starting’ granddad sits back down and Michael nods smiling a little, his arm is resting on the back of your chair, and you noticed when he first did it your dad staring at his tattoos.

'Okay, erm I’m thankful for our band, our support, but erm mostly in thankful that (Y/N) is still in my life after five years.’ He speaks out, his eyes meeting with yours when he speaks about you and you smile before leaning forwards and leaving a quick peck in his lips.

'Get on with it’ your dad growls making a couple people at the table laugh. 'Sorry of course, erm I’m hoping the new year will bring changed attitudes’ he states and it’s clear to everyone as Michaels eyes bore into your dads as they glare back. We move on and have gone around the most of the travel when we get to your dad.

'I’m thankful for my wonderful children and close family’ he tells us, ruffling Jimmy’s hair as his other hand entwined with Kelly’s 'and for the new year I hope it brings sense, to my daughter, enough to get her away the things that’s are no good, the sense to throw out the trash’ your dads words are harsh, his voice sharp and nasty so much so not one person at the table who had been finding dad behaviour to you and Michael humorous, not one of the laughed or smiled, instead they all watched him shocked.

'Wow’ you mutter, pushing your chair back and standing up ’(Y/N) (Y/L/N) don’t you dare leave this table’ your dad calls to you as you head for the kitchen door, your fuming, your whole body in fire as you spin around.

'Don’t I dare? Don’t I dare?’ You repeat, your temper and patients’ gone which is clear to everyone at the raise and tone in your voice. 'How’s about don’t you dare, don’t you dare offend Michael, don’t you dare try press your ugly thoughts of him into other, don’t you dare tell me how to live my life, don’t you dare be so rude’

'This, this has been an amazing night, fun and full of laughter, I real Christmas family time, but there is one thing that would have made if so much more present, and that you, not being here, with your comments, your glaring. You haven’t enjoyed this night because all you have done is hash Michael at every opportunity’ you start to calm the voice so it’s more of a scold then a temper shout. 'So no dad don’t YOU dare’ you finish, you glance around the table at your family and friends and you can see the pity in their eyes. 'Sorry everybody’ you sigh before getting into the kitchen and closing the door. Taking in deep, calming breathes.

'You didn’t have to do that’ you hear Michael behind you and spin around, your still angry and just see red. 'You know what Michael, don’t bother moaning at me, you’re okay with the shit he gives you, and most of the time I don’t mind either but why can’t he just accept it, why can’t he just acknowledge that I did well, that I picked the right guy’ you flare, Michael just nods a little and you sigh 'sorry I didn’t mean to tell at you’ you apologise but he shakes his head opening his arms.

'You listen to me okay, it’s been five years since we rocked up at your house, it’s been hard, even at fourteen your dad hated me, but you know I don’t care, because I love you, you are everything to me, so he can hate me all he likes as long as it doesn’t change the fact that you love me. I mean sure, I would love to have his mark of approval but I’ve worked for it, I ignored the shit I did everything he wanted, I fought the shit, I asked about it and then we got here, were we just give it to each other. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m not the kind of person he will approve of, I’m sorry if that’s my fault, but you have to promise me one thing…..never fall out with him over me…I can’t be the resin for your hurt in any way shape of form. I love you and if your dad hates me for another five years I can deal with that of it means spending those five years with the live of my life’ Michaels words flow, his voice smooth and soft as he hold you in his arms, your ear against his chest, your eyes closed as you listen to his meaningful words.

'I’m sorry’ it’s your dad untrusting this time and you spin with Michael to see him standing in the door way. And he’s look guilty the guiltiest you have ever seen him.

'You know I am a stubborn guys, and when you wondered in my house all that time ago with your awful hair and dreams of being a rock star I wrote you off, my little girl could do better. But if I could change anything I would go back, and I’d tell that me to give the kid a chance, because in five years’ time he is working for his dream and he is still holding my little girl like a princess, still loving her with his whole heart. I’m sorry if I’ve been difficult, I do approve I was just too stubborn to admit I was wrong about you’ his words surprise you, and when he holds out his hand to shake Michaels your eve more surprised, however not as surprised as he was when Michael pulled him into a hug.

'Thanks, it means a lot’ Michael tells him and you feel your hear swell as you stretch your arms around your dad too. 'Thanks dad’ you whisper, he pulls away and nods as he turns to leave, but before he disappears round the corner he turns back and says. 'Merry Christmas to the both of you’

From Chelsea

anonymous asked:

I'm not a soccer fan but I keep seeing you post pictures of this Iker Casillas and I am very interested in him and his face tell me more about him

Ahhh, Iker Casillas. Anon, you have possibly made the worst choice ever in sending me this ask, because now I have an excuse to rant forever about hIM AND HIS STUPID FACE

For those non-soccer fans (or non-Real Madrid fans) out there following me, I apologize for the Iker spam that has been going on. I’m not actually sorry, though, because HEY, it looks like I’ve educated someone else about Iker Casillas and his dangerous wiles.

So sit down, bitches, I’m gonna tell you the motherfucking story of Iker Casillas.

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jamieofclanfraser  asked:

THANK YOU for defending Laurel and her choices. Telling her father can truly be a matter of life or death for him, and she stops only when she gets a physical reminder of how fragile his health is. Also, she didn't steal the mantle of The Canary. Sara gave her the jacket and basically told her to become BC. Laurel is fulfilling that wish. While I don't always agree with her, she's been a FLAWED character not a shitty character like people like to make her out to be, and now she's becoming a hero

Hear ye, hear ye: 

I will ALWAYS DEFEND Laurel Lance. 

This is to those who are here for Laurel and for those who are not here for Laurel. What I want to say is that I will literally always defend Laurel. So long as she has people shit in her tag, I will actively make sure that people know she is not unloved. She has supporters.

Laurel literally sat by her father while he made it through surgery. Laurel has had at least five people die on her. Laurel knows what grief can do to a person. 

Laurel only has Quentin as her immediate family with whom she has significant interaction with. 

The reason that Dinah is a big deal is because she and Laurel’s relationship is so strained because Dinah approved of the choices that lead to Sara’s death the first time. 

When you have to make a medical last wishes (ep 3x01) for someone, let me tell you, that fucking changes your opinion on a lot of things. Especially when that person has a heart condition like Quentin has. She knows her father more intimately than we do. 

And we know exactly what he would do in that situation.

He would be stupid and try to go after Sara’s killer himself. He would involve the Arrow. He would be incredibly bad at his job. He would have tunnelvision. He would not give up until the killer was caught and very likely killed.

He can’t do that, because it would quite literally kill him.

You also cannot steal something that has been given to you. Sara knew. Sara knew there weren’t many ways out of this life. She knew that there would be blood and it would very likely be hers. 

She knew that Laurel would want another avenue. She saw the goodness of her sister and she saw that it frustrated her sister that people like Blood could literally have Moira murdered to further their path. She knew that her sister was itching from being confined to too much rule following. She gave her sister her blessing to try and make the world better.

Laurel did not need this. Laurel could have done that on her own. She could have overthrown the legal system and helped people in a dozen different ways, but she chose this, because it reminded her of the strength her sister had. Of the last good thing, they had together. 

That is not stealing. That is not in any way a bad thing. 

That is the light that Oliver needs. Because Laurel has only ever advocated that they hurt bad guys. She disarmed Ted’s protege. She didn’t kill him. 

The only time she has ever advocated killing were Malcolm, who is a known murderer of 503 people and what she thought was Sara's killer. These are both instances where there are very clear wrongs. 

She certainly took stumbles because of her own tunnel vision in both of those cases. She might not have been right in both of those cases, but I don’t need her to be right. I need her to show me consistent change, which she has. Because I mean if you think about it, we went from one random guy who killed so far four people to a person who killed 503. I mean let’s just say that she is incredibly restrained compared to Oliver who was snapping necks left and right when he came back.

She was always a hero.

Laurel Lance was always a hero. 

Laurel Lance quite honestly is the hero we all need.

She is the hero who has faced so much personal injustice and is still able to get up in the morning. She’s still able to go out there and want to help others.

Quite frankly, she does Batman better than Batman does Batman.

Now, she’s a hero in a more conventional way.