like a whimp

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I’m glad you asked,  my friend. This allows me to say all the groan worthy things I’ve read about these plot-lines.

Redemption Arcs - “But Character A used to work ripping poor people off. How am I supposed to feel bad for them now as they struggle to help other people out? How am I supposed to think they care now? Smfh.” There is no chance to learn how to become a better person. Ever. You’re either born good or born bad.
Dying For Your Lover - “I would have preferred if Lover had saved themselves. Icky.” You should be able to function independently of your lover, and get yourself out of that dungeon! One hundred percent of the time. If S/He respected you, they would have let you do it yourself. Dying for you is a fundamental lack of respect.
‘Beauty and The Beast’ Pairings - “That’s an unhealthy relationship and Character A is putting themselves in harm’s way for Character B who is unworthy of love. S/He should find a nice girl/guy instead of them. You shouldn’t have to teach werewolves not to eat people. #RomanticizingAbuse.” No love for Dracula, damn it! Love is not a powerful motivator for redemption! 
Backgrounds for Villains - “Sometimes people are just born bad. Stop making there be a reason that they want to take over the world/conquer death.” No one is better rounded than someone who goes out of their way to do evil acts with no motivation!1!!!
Waiting Through ____ For Your Lover -  “It’s unhealthy to expect someone not to move on and get some during WWI. It’s disregard for women’s sexuality to expect her to wait for him to get home.” This goes hand-in-hand with someone who is a widow/widower not remarrying. How dare.
“I Did It For You” - “Why can’t they just do it for themselves? Why does it have to be for their lover/mother/brother? Ugh.” Love yourself. Fuck everyone else. Even the memory of your dead loved ones!
Undeserved Forgiveness - “Character A shouldn’t have forgiven Character B because she hasn’t done enough to redeem herself.” Especially because she can’t change, remember?
Sweet Gentle People Staying Sweet Gentle People - “But I would think the nun was more powerful if she had beheaded some people, instead of forgiving them and caring for their wounds. Weak. I want powerful cat-person characters, not ones who go around acting like a bunch of whimps.” Because only brute force is a true sign of strength! Bash some heads, dang it!

I got my self a daddy. A slave-dad, a @danishpig. You know, the kind that would offer the world if it meant pleasing me.

My daddy does not need to cum. He has done that enough in his life. I want him chasted - not able to cum. To realise the potential in just enjoying my pleasure. I like seeing my dad in pain. Pain of not being able to cum. The pain and fear of what will come when he realises he has broken a rule.
I like to hear the muffled whimps when I’m force-fucking his ass. The less lube the better.

I have plan for my slave. I’m gonna push our boundaries, make the hardcore pornstudios feel like softporn. (And get a new cd with music - the downside with a older daddy, technology isnt his strongest side and after 6 sessions á 7 hours, the same cd gets tiresome).

This is a taste of what will come. Both for us, as our bong gets stronger but hopefully for you aswell, here on tumblr.

Requests are welcome in my inbox.

anonymous asked:

Yo, Alec. You better be prepared. I'm the infamous Downworlder kidnapper and I have had enough of your warlock boyfriend. I am gonna take him and show him what a real man can do to a whimp like him, before I end his life. He's lived too long already and he is a useless piece of garbage trash. Any last words to your love before you lose him, pretty boy?

Alec - Come near him, and I will burn you alive.

Curves

Dean x reader 

This is a short one about a plus sized OC. Dean upsets the reader but quickly realise what he has done and reveals his feelings for her. 

Dean didn’t know what to do, he was sitting on the edge of his bed in the bunker his elbows resting on his knees. He could hear you crying in your room next door and the sound pulled at his heart strings. Not that he knew why you were crying, the two of you had been in the library, you researching and him on his laptop. He had accidentally hit the sound button and the porn he had been watching echoed through the room. You had flipped right there and then about him watching ‘crap like that’ when he should have been doing research. Sam was out with Cas and the two of you were supposed to be making sure they had all the info they needed.
The two of you had stayed at the bunker because you had been hurt on the last hunt and were still not up to full strength with a set of broken ribs and a sprained wrist. The argument had gotten heated quickly with both of you shouting. Dean had no idea how it had gotten that far or why he had felt so angry at the time, but now all he could do was sit and listen to your tears through the walls. He replayed the conversation in his head.

“Seriously? You’re watching that crap when your brother and best friend could be in danger?”
“I needed a break.” He had shrugged at you.
“A break? Don’t you think we could all use a break from this? We can’t have a break Dean not when we are in the middle of a hunt!”
“Look it isn’t that big of a deal, I watched a bit of porn to clear my mind.”
You shook your head, getting up from the table cautiously to return the lore book to the shelf and find another.
“Maybe you should try it sometime and get the stick out of your arse.” Dean scoffed.
“What?” You turn back to him.
“You’re always so uptight these days. You just mope around then get angry for no reason. I don’t understand it’s just porn.”
“I’m uptight? It’s not just porn, I am right here Dean.”
“And that’s supposed to stop me from watching it?”
“Well…I…” You bite your lip and look down.
“You’re no fun any more. You eat all the food, take up the sofa.”
You feel the tears prick your eyes and Dean sees them but he can’t stop himself from going on.
“You dress like you’ve just fallen out of a tree everyday, I don’t think you’ve brushed your hair in a week! I have to put up with you being a moody ass all the time and now I’m not allowed to watch a bit of busty Asian beauties cause you disagree with it. Well boohoo sister. Doing research when I am the best hunter of all us is boring but at least Sam can get on with it out there without having to worry about you getting hurt all the damn time!”
You didn’t speak for a moment just looked to the ground, he could see you were breathing heavy and knew it would be hard for you to do so with the broken ribs. finally you brought your eyes up to meet his.
“Okay.” Was all that came out of your mouth and Dean only just heard it as you turned and left the room faster than you had moved for a long time.
He stood there for a moment before sighing and going to his own room.

Oh hell. He knew where he had gone wrong. Why had he gotten so upset about it? You had a point after all. He stood up resolved to go in and apologise when his phone rang. It was Sam so he answered it.
What the hell Man?” Was the first thing Sam said not even letting Dean get out a hello first.
“What?”
“(Y/N) just text me, what did you do?”
“Nothing…all right I messed up but come on it was just porn!”
Dean, you are such an idiot. Fix it before she leaves.”
“Leaves? Why should we think she is going leave?” Dean was confused.
Because the text I got said that she was going to find a motel tonight.”
“Son of bitch!” Dean dropped his phone on his bed and flew out of his room, your door was all ready open and the draws strewn about. He felt his heart stop for a moment. How could this be happening? You couldn’t leave not now. He ran through the halls to the front door.
“(Y/N) Stop.”
You did stop with one hand on the stair bannister and the other clutching a holdall bag. You didn’t look back at him.
“Please I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things, I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s okay, I know you did, I know I’m slow, and I get hurt. I tried to lose weight and be fitter but I just can’t seem to get it off. I haven’t brushed my hair because it hurts to get my arms up above my head at the moment, but I should just deal with it, I know. I don’t pay any rent but I eat the food you guys buy, I shouldn’t. I’m sorry I am so moody Dean, I’ll just go so you don’t have to worry any more.”
“Not worry. (Y/N) I always worry about you. Please just…” His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tried to find a way to make you stay. You went up a few steps, wincing at the pain in your chest and wrist.
“You don’t have to any more, you can forget about me know.”
“Forget about you? I don’t want to forget about you.” He rushed forward. “Please just stop, come back down here so I can talk to you.”
You turn around, and look down at him, not ready to get to close to him.
Dean stood there for a moment looking to his feet, trying to find the words.
“I don’t care if you’re  not a size zero, I like your curves.”
“My curves, the curves that stop me from getting down narrow paths? curves that mean I have stretch marks on my stomach? Curves that don’t fit into my jeans properly?”
“Curves that brush against me when you walk past and shivers through me each time. Curves that fit perfectly against me when you hug me.”
You looked down to you feet.
“I like your curves. I like you’re silly t-shirts with video game characters on them. I like that you’re short and fit under my arm. I like that you walk around in converse instead of heels like most girls I know. I like that you’re always changing your hair colour. I like it when it came down your back and I liked it when you cut it off short and I like it now, how it sits just on top of your shoulders. I like your brown eyes, I get lost in them sometimes trying to find my way out is like falling deeper into a well.” He stopped taking a breath and looking at you.
“But I’m clumsy and always getting hurt on hunts.” You take a step down towards him.
“I worry about you, a lot but I think sometimes you get hurt because I worry too much and I try to hard to keep you safe.”
“Dean I?”
“I was watching the porn because all I could think about was how you were right there, and we had the whole bunker to ourselves but I couldn’t touch you.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why couldn’t you touch me?”
“Because you don’t feel the same… please don’t go.”
“Why should I stay?”
Dean looked at you his green eyes wide and sad. He stepped up to you taking the bag from your hand and then wrapping his fingers around yours. His other hand came up to your face cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking over the tear tracks.
“I don’t know why you don’t see it.”
“See what?”
“How beautiful you are. Every time I look at you I can’t understand why men aren’t knocking our door down to get to you. When we are in bars, I see them looking at you, and you don’t notice them, you’re always just with us, with Sammy, Cas and me. I wish you could see what I see in you. Please stay. I need you to stay.” There was a tear threatening to fall from his eyes as he looked at you. Even two steps up on the stair case he was still taller than you.
You nodded your head. You knew you would stay, the moment he called your name you had known you would stay. You felt Dean let out a long breath as he stepped closer and pulled you into him his arms snaking around you to hold you tight. You winced again and he pulled back quickly.
“Oh God sorry, did I hurt you?”
“I’m okay.”
He licked his lips, his eyes flicking to you lips. Slowly he lent forward, slow enough that you could have stopped him if you had wanted to. You didn’t. His lips were gentle against yours, as if he was scared he might break you. Your eyes flickered closed as you melted into him and he deepened the kiss. After a moment he broke the kiss and lent his forehead against yours.
“Dean, do you mean it?”
“I mean everything, when I first met you, you were just some weird girl that Charlie knew. Another geek who spent to much time on the internet and didn’t care about how she looked. You knew more than me about everything; even lore. Then I found out how you met Charlie, how your parents had died and you had been a hunter for longer than you should have been, and you saved her ass. We took on you on a hunt with us and you kicked ass, so much you made me look like a whimp, yet you’re still scared of lightning and spiders. I don’t know how you can be so bad ass and still be so girly at the same time. How do you get me to be like this?”
You tilted your head and furrowed your brows.
“You get me to talk, I never talk about my feelings and here I am spilling my guts to you.”
“I don’t know.”
He let out a breathy laugh taking your hand in his.
“so lets go back to my room, we’ll watch a movie, that one that you really like about the wizard kid.”
“Don’t lie, you like it too.” You laughed.
“I like everything you like (Y/N).”

Prompt: “Hit me again, I dare you.” Bucky Barnes x Reader // One-Shot

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Being chained to a very cold metal pole in a winter-looking country by a HYDRA agent? Was not on the list of “Things the I Like To Do” but being an Avenger, or even being seen with one held it’s price high, and so I guess I’m a double whammy; a trained, soldier from the Israeli government that came to America when she was the one that helped Tony get out of a hostage situation so long ago…

Held hostage to bring him near, Dany wasn’t one for cliches and this one was dripping in it.

“Save Me, I’m A Damsel. Go to hell, you little shit.” I kicked him in the shins as he walked by; knowing he’d never use the gun in his hand to kill her; not until Bucky was here to get Dany, and take her home. This man clearly didn’t know James Barnes and his training as a sniper.

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Dear fallen angel of love,

Friends?! What the hell kind of upside down universe do you live in? Heeeello? We’re Shadows! And as if anyone could seriously be friends with a worthless whimp like him, anyway!

And yet, you push that little pest on and on in his attempts to grow stronger.

Well, duh, of course I am! Somebody’s gotta remind him to keep things exciting, or I’m gonna die in here of boredom! Can’t have that, can we??

Of course we can’t have that. I still need that little rat to pet my ego. How else am I going to make myself feel superior to you all, as I should!? As worthless as you all are, he is just as worthless. As long as I keep that fact on his mind, he will need to keep the vermin close to find some semblance of worth. Hah.

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Exo Scenario: I Dare You with Jongin ~

Hi! Can I request a Jongin scenario where your friends dare you to go up to him and his friends and kiss him. You’re about to pull away before he pulls you back to kiss you more and he meets you later at lunch to ask you out or something. (He’s popular) Thanks so much!

This sounds cute :) I hope you don’t mind that I made the reader/”you” a little timid. Hope you like it and please let me know what you think.

You didn’t want to do this, but your friends insisted that you go over there while you waited outside for class to start. The teacher was always late, and across the hall was a group of boys that were relatively popular at your school. 

“Come on. You never pick dare. You have to do it, just this once.” one of your friends demanded, pushing you a little bit out of the collective circle while the other two nodded in agreement. You scowled at them and their insisting.

“Just this once.” you said, pointing your finger at them all, “But if I get in trouble, or he asks why I did it, I’m blaming all of you.” you rolled your eyes and them, but then started walking across the hall to the group of boys that seemed to mirror your own friend group. You didn’t want to do this - well, no that was half of a lie. You did want to kiss him, just not under these circumstances.

The boy that your friends had dared you to kiss was Kim Jongin, also known as Kai by the majority of the school. And though you had never really struck up a conversation with him, you definitely had a huge crush on him. He was in your grade, though most of his friends were older, and over the course of the last few years, the two of you had similar classes, but never really sat close to one another. You remembered freshmen year how he had asked to borrow your notes, but that was about as complicated as your relationship had gotten since then. Now you were seniors and soon to be graduating. You still hadn’t worked up the courage to talk to him for more than a minute at a time - and only ever to ask what he had done over the weekend.

You felt your face flush at the idea of kissing him, and like the whimp you were, you planned on only pecking him on the cheek, too afraid to do much else than that. You were just glad that he wasn’t standing at the center of his friend group, thankful that you wouldn’t have to push your way through them to get to him. All you had to do was lean up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his cheek…

When you actually got closer, your stomach fluttering with butterflies, you didn’t know if you were actually going to do it until the last second. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you got ready to press your lips against his skin only for him to turn at the last second and for your lips to meet his.

Standing in shock, you were too slow to move away before he pulled you back to him, his friends all laughing and jeering at Jongin while the two of you kissed. With his lips against yours, you could hear your own friends shouting from across the hall, giggling like maniacs. When the two of you finally pulled apart, your fingers went immediately to your lips, running your fingertips over your bottom lip with the pressure of his still tingling there. 

Flushed and frozen still, Jongin grinned down at you, too proud of himself. His eyes flicker away from your face to glance up at your friends across the hall, who are now avoiding his glance, but still giggling behind their hands, trying to hold it all in without it seeming too obvious who had put you up to this. He figured it out anyway.

“They dared you to come over here and kiss me?” he asked, his sweet voice making you want to swoon. You had always loved his soft, sweet nature, though you knew he had the capability to act sexy, almost like a bad boy. 

When you nodded, looking back at your friends and seeing that they were trying hard not to look over at the two of you, you blushed even deeper. Oh, you were going to get them back for sure.

Jongin’s fingers touched your chin, making you look back at him and his beautiful smile.

“Maybe I should thank them later, then.” and that had you confused before he explained himself, “Did you want to sit with us at lunch?” and he nodded toward his friends that were still watching you there behind him, all of them with smiles and strange looks of their own, “Your friends are welcome to join us, of course.” 

“I, uh…” but you didn’t know what to say in response to that.

Jongin obviously caught onto the fact that you were nervous, so he grinned and shrugged, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. But promise you’ll grab dinner with me sometimes this weekend?” and his smile was brighter now than it had been a few seconds before.

Wanting to get out of this awkward and embarrassing situation, and also not really knowing what to think of this, you nodded slightly, “O-okay.” and you tried for a smile, though it probably came out funny. Jongin chuckled at your expression and nodded toward your friends.

“I’ll see you later then.” and his smile was too beautiful for words, his teeth straight and whiter than you had seen them. You still didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded and bowed your head before you were hurrying back to your friends, your head down cast.

“You’re all so dead.” you murmured threateningly when you made it back to your friends, which only made them laugh.

Peaking back at Jongin and his friends one last time, you tried to hide your smile when you saw him still staring at you. When he caught your gaze, he winked and waved, which just had you blushing again.

Exposure

A Min Yoongi/Suga Fanfiction

Summary:  Exposure determines how light or dark an image will appear when it’s been captured by a camera…So why can you only see rainbows when you look at him.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 9                                                              

‘Okay, but we cant be long, cause I really do need to finish my work.’ you say, as he drags you down the front steps of the office a few minutes later, having suddenly stood from the sofa telling you he was going to take you somewhere- although so far you had no idea where 'somewhere’ was.

'Yeah, yeah, I got it.’ he murmurs, although by the way he smirks to himself and continues to pull you along happily, his fingers gripping yours fiercely, you think he probably wasn’t listening to you as much as you’d hope.

'Why are we going so fast?’ you complain with a giggle, almost crashing into him when he suddenly slows down, and ending up laughing when he quickly throws his arms out to catch you before you fall down.

'Sorry.’ he chuckles, stilling momentarily as he stares at you with a smile, eyes flickering to your lips, before he blushes, dipping his head in embarrassment and finds your hand again to begin pulling you along the path once again.

'Okay, but seriously, where are we going?’ you ask, clinging to his arm now that he wasn’t practically sprinting down the path and looking up at him curiously as you wait for him to give you an answer.

'Well…when you, uh, after I rapped for you last night…I thought of something that I wanted to show you. And since you seem to have this strange impression that im 'soft’…I figured i’d show you now.’ he explains, smirking at his own crypticness and squeezing your hand gently as he suddenly turns down a side street that was lined with dark looking shops and clubs, half of the street lamps being busted.

You don’t realise you’re tightening your grip on him and trying to tuck yourself into his side, until he slows to a barely there shuffle, looking down at you with concern.

'Are you okay there? You’re holding my hand a little bit tight.’ he murmurs, frowning with amusement crossed with worry as he stops walking and turns to face you.

'Uh…yeah…just- I don’t particularly like the dark.’ you confess quickly, biting your lip nervously as you look up at him to see him watching you, first with a look of ’seriously?’, before you look at your feet and you end up missing the smile that stretches across his face that said ’Jesus, she’s adorable’.

'Its okay, hold onto my hand and i’ll keep you safe.’ he murmurs, his mouth suddenly very close to your ear, and the feeling of his breath ghosting across the skin of your neck has you shivering as adrenaline races through your veins at how close he was to you.

However, all you can do is nod in answer as you glance up at him, smiling when you see him grin at you, before getting your breath snatched from you as he drops a quick kiss on your lips. He doesn’t even give you time to recover before he’s began walking down the street once again, pulling you gently along, and smiling happily to himself when you end up grabbing tightly to his arm, keeping your hand clutched in his.

'Its not much further anyway.’ he murmurs helpfully, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles to calm you as you walk alongside him, before suddenly turning toward an even dingier, darker side street and pulling you towards a couple of bouncers stood by a plain looking entrance, from which loud bass was being pumped.

'Hey guys, how’s the night so far?’

'Not too bad, Yoongi…. I see you’ve brought company tonight.’ one of the big brooding looking guys comments, his eyes scanning you suspiciously and you subconsciously grip tighter to Yoongi’s hand as you lean subtly into him.

'Oh, yeah! Guys, this is Melody she’s… a friend of mine.’ he says, his face for some reason turning stiff and unsure as he says the words, whilst the bouncers both raise their chins slightly as their attention turns to you.

'Have you got I.D on you, Miss?’ is the only thing they say to you, their stern expressions making you nod your head immediately as you shakily pull your purse from your tiny bag hanging from your shoulder, showing it to them and instantly seeing their faces brighten in reaction to seeing you were of legal age.

'Well i’m not sure what such a beautiful girl is doing with Yoongi here, but you’re quite welcome to enter, Melody.’ one of them says, grinning at you pleasantly and chuckling when he looks to Yoongi, and you look up at him yourself to see him rolling his eyes, his lips pressed into a hard line.

'Anyway, we’ll be going in now.’ he grumbles, pulling you after him as he walks past the two chuckling bouncers, and you almost have to jog after him as he drags you inside, the bass vibrating your feet as you stumble along after him, only slowing once the short corridor opens up into the main clubhouse.

'Welcome…to The Underground.’

You widen your eyes at his words, swallowing down your surprise and anxiety, and nodding slowly.

'Right…so this is what you wanted to show me?’ you ask, getting jolted into Yoongi when a rowdy group passes by you, and when you look up to see his expression, you find him glaring at the group as they walk away.

'Not just this.’ he murmurs, suddenly slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you tightly into him as he proceeds to walk further into the club, greeting a few people as he walks down a crowded walkway, and appearing for all intents and purposes, like a prince returning to his castle. You shuffle along behind him, staring wide eyed at all the dark, serious looking people, who all turn friendly when they see Yoongi- although he himself keeps a serious, polite expression as he passes them.

He doesn’t stop walking until the two of you reach a door that read 'backstage’ and he pulls you through without pausing, the person guarding it not even batting an eyelid as you pass.

'Where are we going?’ you ask quietly as he continues to pull you down a narrow corridor, clearly heading towards a door at the end, which was the only place there was to go.

'I just figured i’d introduce you to a few of my friends before the show.’ he explains, continuing to guide you until you were just outside the door, but before he can reach his hand up to twist the handle, you pull him back to force him to look at you, only realising as you were stood face to face with him just how loud you were breathing with the adrenaline running through you that was brought on from being in an unfamiliar place.

'Hey, whats wrong?’ he murmurs, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek as he frowns with worry at your slightly scared expression.

'Nothing…I mean, this place is just…its loud, and dark-I…God…I sound like such a whimp- you know what, I think i’m just gonna leave-’

'No, wait! Melody, come on-’ he cuts you off, grabbing you before you can walk away and holding your arms as he dips his face into your vision, smiling at you to try to get you to smile, and frowning when you don’t.

'Hey…its nothing to be scared of- Its just a few of my friends that I wanted you to meet, and then I was going to perform…to show you my music.’ he explains, watching you carefully as you look at him, before slowly beginning to nod and dropping his gaze to the floor.

'Or we can go…if you want…I dont mind, as long as you’re-’

'No…no…I-uh…just give me a minute…just stand here with me a minute.’ you murmur, clutching his waist tightly, and nervously leaning into him, only relaxing when he winds his arms around you and holds you warmly against him.

It worked for about half a minute; the heat from him warming your stomach and chest where you were curled into him, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you securely makes you feel safe in the most bizarre way.

But just as you’re about to pull away from him the two of you are interrupted by the door in front of you opening.

'Yoongi? What are you…-Melody!?’

'Crap.’

Namjoon.

(T.B.C)

Linkara in the CA movies

I don’t think i can accept the cannon that Linkara is the same in the movies as he is in the show proper. I can’t believe that a guy who fought the entity and Vice wouldn’t beat a whimp like Malachite. Sorry, but the entity and Vice laugh at this guy. Hell, Malachite should sense the magic in linkara and go, “Hey, want to kill those guys?” I know, i know, plot hole…but that is a weak excuse at best and poor storytelling at its worst.

“I love you”

But can we imagine little first grader Farkle reading a fairytale and wants to know what it means to be in love.

So, he goes to his dad (who just fought with his wife and she threw her wedding ring at him, again.) and asks him “How do you know when you’re in love?”

And his dad explains how he fell in love with Jennifer. How he fell in love with the way that she didn’t care what anyone thought of her, but she still cried at night because it still hurt.

So, when her and Stuart got together he just held her and all he could smell is her strawberry shampoo and salty tears and he just wanted – needed – her to feel better because it made him physically sick when she cried.

Stuart also explained how when Jennifer smiled, it was like his whole day got brighter. And how when she cooked something – without burning it – she did this little dance that made her look like she didn’t grow up too fast, even though she did because she was “popular”.

He didn’t stop smiling as he explained how Jennifer was fearless until Farkle came along. How she never backed down from any fear until Farkle was in the face of any danger. And Stuart found that even more attractive that she was terrified because he can finally take care of her.

And he couldn’t stop the words from flowing out of his mouth when he says, “The way you can tell that you’re in love, son, is when you walk up to her, hands sweaty, heart beating so fast and ask her what she thinks love is. And she responds, we are. And you couldn’t have been more relieved.”

And as Stuart is talking, all he can think about is how horrible he feels to have fought with her, so he excuses himself and makes up with her.

Bonus: Your always right, Jenn. I should know that. You don’t need to be a genius to be right when you’ve got a heart of gold like you do. I can’t imagine my life without you, sweetheart. Please forgive me.

And so, after Stuart’s speech, Farkle goes to school the next day, the words haunting him.

He couldn’t even focus on SCHOOL, for goodness sake.

But when they’re being paired into coloring groups, he gets paired with this girl who looks like the sun is coming out of her smile.

She looks up at him, a shy but bright smile on her face, her cheeks painted pink, and brown hair cascading down her pink sweater.

“Hi, I’m Riley. Riley Matthews.” The girl says, biting her lip even though her front tooth is missing.

Farkle stares for a minute, then replies with a “Farkle. Farkle Minkus.”

“Farkle? That’s a weird name.”

And Farkle knows this. Other kids make fun of him for it and he really should’ve expected this.

And just when he’s about to look down and finally get some work done, the beautiful girl giggles and says, “I like weird, though.” and does this dance where she does jazz hands and jazz feet, and beautiful clumsiness and Farkle just can’t breath.

This is the first time ever another kid his age has been nice to him and it’s someone as beautiful as this Riley Matthews.

Farkle blushes and says, “Thanks. I like your, uh, dance moves.”

She giggles and is about to speak when Jacob, Farkle’s bully walks by.

“Hey, nerd.” Jacob teases.

Jacob always makes fun of Farkle because of his name and his smart brain.

And Farkle should be used to it by now, but it hurts.

Except, Riley, his beautiful new (can he say friend, please?) acquaintance says, “Hey! Don’t call him a nerd. That’s not nice!” to his bully. His scary bully who grew a foot before anyone else.

And when Jacob turns to Riley, that’s when Farkle knows what real fear is, because no one is going to hurt that beautiful angel.

“What did you say, shrimp?” Jacob asks Riley, Farkle’s Riley. Who Farkle should be protecting, but can’t help but stand there like a whimp.

“You heard me.” Riley glares. “Don’t be mean to people. It’s. Not. Nice.”

“I can do whatever I want, okay squirt?”

Except the beautiful angel needs everyone to be happy, even if it gets her in trouble. So, she walks up to Jacob and asks him, “Why are you so mean to people? Was someone not nice to you?” genuinely confused.

Jacob glares at her and mutters a “whatever” and walks away.

Farkle was amazed. No one has ever done that for him before.

“Thank you…” Farkle manages to stutter out.

Riley, who had a frown on her face before (which should never be there. Ever.) turns to Farkle and smiles at him like he pulled the sun out on a rainy day.

“Are you okay?” She wonders.

Mean people are so troublesome. But Riley always asks how they are too because that’s how she met her best friend Maya. She just wishes Jacob would’ve stayed longer, so maybe he can be nice (like Maya) and they’d all be best friends!

Farkle stares at Riley in amazement. She’s the one who fought his battle for him and she asks how he is?

“I’m okay now that I have you here… as my new… friend?” He’s terrified of her answer.

What if she likes Jacob better? He’s tougher.

But instead, his beautiful angel smiles and says, “The best of friends.” and turns to her coloring.

And Farkle blushes and just looks down at what she’s coloring.

It’s the solar system. Not many kids know what it is, but Farkle does because his dad teaches him everything. (Because duh, have you met his father?)

“You coloring the solar system?” Little Farkle mumbles shyly.

“Yeah,” The little girl looks up, “Pluto ‘s my favorite! It’s so tiny and itty bitty and cute!”

And Farkle can’t help but love the sparkle in her eyes as she talks about this tiny planet.

“Well, maybe by the time were big, we’ll be able to go there! Like the people on the moon!”

Riley gets the biggest smile on her tiny face and Farkle can’t help but feel accomplished. “Yeah! Would you go with me? Please Farkle!”

Farkle blushes and nods. “Of course, Riley. I’d go anywhere with you.”

Riley grins then says, “You. Me. Pluto. Let’s do this thing!”

And yeah. It’s safe to say, Farkle Minkus is in love.

I think all my otps are already canon in Edolas.

Since in Edolas 7 years actually passed:

  • Since after meeting Earth Natsu, Edolas Natsu showed he wanted to become stronger, so I bet in those seven years he did. Not as close as our Natsu but pretty good development. I think Edolas Lucy after meeting her counterpart and they were kinda freed, she started becoming a bit more gentle, not completely but kinda. I bet she even grew her hair out again. So with them having such development they obtained somewhat of our nalu relationship in Edolas, and in seven years Edolas Natsu obtained the courage to ask Lucy out and they became canon.
  • I think because of time slowly Gray took some clothes away to a decent number of layers and became cool, and I think after he tried and tried Juvia finally returned his feelings.  
  • I think because Jellal had to keep an eye on Erza since she was responsible for some crimes, he slowly became more attracted to her without him noticing. Erza since she demonstrated she wanted to change when she met our Erza, she would show great kindness and awkwardness. If seven years pass maybe they even married and are now King Jellal and his Queen Erza.
  • I’m not sure about Gajevy, because Gajeel looked like a whimp in his Edolas version lmao, I bet Gajeel will fall for Levy first at a random meeting, and she will continuously reject him. Also Jet and Droy would also tell him to stay away and maybe beat him up, but he will continue to try to get her to like him with mushy love tactics that she would act tsundere too. At the end of course she falls for him but it will take time.