look at them and drown

Hey quick reminder that Preston and Harrison are, in fact, assholes?

And before you ask, YES they are my favorite characters, and NO I am not trying to hurt anyone by saying this. I’m just stating the facts: Preston is a self-absorbed jerk, and Harrison has a twisted sense of what’s okay and what’s not.

Before y'all can react and yell at me, let me justify myself:

Harrison is adorable and I love him, but damn the boy’s got problems. See for yourself:

-He has basically scarred Max for life by making him cough up ribbons and bouquets and god knows what else, and his response to doing this was ‘i was trying to hit Neil but oh well.’

-He tricked Neil into believing in magic by making him think Nikki’s life was on the line.

-He pushed Nerris into a lake because he wanted to look like he was helping her out…then nearly drowned them both.

-He broke his and Nerris’s egg, then put the hat back on Nerris’s head—wtf bro

-He offered to saw his parents in half, which on hand is great and all but on the other hand REALLY HARRISON you know your magic is kind of faulty and still you wanna try pulling this shit??

Preston isn’t really problematic like that.., he’s just a jerk that people like to pretend he’s not. He scoffs at everyone’s acting, he screams like a banshee at his grandma, he has some of the best lines in the show (‘my acting career, like the mistakes of so many teenage girls, has been…aborted’)—hell, even when he was being abused by Nurf he maintained his sass levels ('im a terrible parent!’ 'you really are, nurf.’) We are dealing with the loudest, most savage shakespeare ever—and yet people transform him smol cupcake.

Look, I don’t hate these characters. In fact, I adore them. I would kill a man for them. I would take them in my home, and pay good money for their education.

And there’s the thing… when I talk about loving these characters, I mean THESE characters. Not these shy, Tortured™ versions you guys have created.

Did Preston and Harrison have to got through some serious shit? Yes.

Does that make them any less asshole-y? No.

Treat them like the obnoxious drama queen and mag-prick they are, and make them SHINE.

“Being dead is terribly boring,” said the woman. She was staring up at the ceiling of the Underworld, or what would be the ceiling if something like that existed in an infinite realm like this. Nevertheless, a reflection of the earthen moon shone over her head, and Hades sat with her when he couldn’t bear the crescent curve of her mouth anymore.

“I cannot bring you back,” he told her as gently as he could.

The woman nodded. The long dark curls on her head trembled with the motion, and Hades thought that he could have loved her in another lifetime. “I know. I am not asking you to do the impossible. But I still wish I could see the world again, just - just once.”

Maybe he did love her, in a way. Like a brother, maybe, even if he couldn’t be one of the sisters she had been taken from. The moon wove silver waves over her honey-warm skin. When the woman moved, her head drowned out the moon and a halo of light ringed her wild, terribly breathtaking hair.

Yes, Hades thought. “I cannot offer you much,” he said out loud, watching her mouth tilt upwards with pleasure singing in his bloodless soul. “Maybe once every few decades. And only from far away, you may see them, and they will look up at you and the darkness you bring.”

The woman looked at him. The sliver of light reappeared by her lips, drowning them in jewels. “Will they be afraid?”

“Always. It is who you are.”

“But they will look? They will see and so will I?”

Hades stood. He offered her a wisp of smoke, fingers igniting red when she touched her palm to it. “I promise,” he told her, and he wanted to reach and touch and let her know that one day she would be as loved as she was feared. But her eyes were hard as onyx, and he did not dare disturb the hope shining underneath. “They won’t recognise you, and you will be as rare and miraculously terrible as a god to them, and your name will be Eclipse from now on.”

The woman rose, and she bowed her wild, wonderful head to him. “I am forever grateful to you.”

“I will await your return, my dearest Medusa.”

There's Only You Tonight

This is for @queen-archeron (thank you for the idea!!!) and @the-bookish-soul who wanted to be tagged!!!

Feyre had never known a first date to be like this.

Had never known it could be so… Well, so unlike the other ones she had been on before. But maybe that was due to the fact that Rhys was unlike every other guy she had dated – Or, in her case, guys she had gone on one date with, which had inevitably ended badly, but Feyre had never really cared. Because – if she was being honest – the guys she had gone out with weren’t people hard to get over, at least not for her.

But now… Feyre found herself wishing that this would go well. That maybe – just maybe – this date wouldn’t end with an awkward goodbye or a half-hearted We should do it again sometime! That was so clearly a lie.

Feyre often wondered why she ever thought dating would be a good thing.

But when Rhys had come to her door with flowers, had smiled at her in a way that made her toes’ curl, had been a perfect gentlemen all night… maybe she had been wrong about dating.

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ME: So, to conclude, if you look at Serena’s cheekbones, combined with the line of Bernie’s jaw and the tendon of her throat, you will have no choice but to find me Not Guilty.

JUDGE: This is traffic court. This image is completely irrelevant.

ME: Yeah, but that shit is hot.

JUDGE: Case dismissed.

Timing AU Artist Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Summary: Twice you met him hopefully the third time’s the charm and you actually get a name.  

Pairing: Artist!Steve Rogers x Bookshop owner! Plus size! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton                                                                          

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff

Setting: Soulmate AU, no Avengers, no powers just humans

Rating: PG-13 for now

Warnings: a little angst, sadness, but fluff to, self-doubt, body conscience,  

Word count: 4,596

Notes: Written for @bladebarnes #bladehits2kchallenge my prompt is you get your soul mates name on your left arm when you turn sixteen. I also want to apologize for not getting this out sooner I had every intention of doing so and then a hurricane hit and tossed all good intentions out the window. I do hope you all enjoy this little fic and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Key: Y/F/N = Your Full Name, Y/N = Your name

Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @feelmyroarrrr @aquabrie @fandommaniacx@supernaturallymarvellous @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

Marvel: @sebbytrash @ek823  @melconnor2007 @creideamhgradochas

Timing tag: @buckyismysexuality  @promarvelfangirl @smoothdogsgirl @kirakombat 

@bradygabrielle-blog @rhyatt-deauxtreve@jasmineladjevardi @breezy1415 @toastmaster94 @littlenerdgirl16 @lady-thor-foster@mindingmyownbusiness @sokkasbae255 @anotherotter @caramell0w@dis-gurl-amyyy @nopevilleluas @vesperazylra  @thatgaldonna @ever-faithful-sidekick @just-a-fiction-lover @sebastianbarnesandchrisrogers @kudosia @unsung-knight @garnetandlace @iamwarrenspeace @raxacoricofallapatoriuspotter @trinityjadec  @dean-jace-nicklous-damien @starkgaryan

Thumb brushing over his name for what felt like the hundredth time today, a habit you took up since those letters appeared on your skin. One that hasn’t left you in the twenty some years though as time ticks on and his presents in your life remains absent; you begin to lose hope and your fingers brush the name less frequent.

“So I was thinking we could double date tomorrow night,” Natasha’s voice broke you from the stupor you’d sunk into with the midafternoon lull.

Eyeing her closely, “You do know that would mean I had a boyfriend to right Nat?”

“Of course babe and…” soft smirk stretching her ruby lips as her equally fiery locks bounced in excitement. “I’ve got you one Y/N you’ll love him truly.”

“No,” pushing away from the counter and grabbing up a small stack of un-shelved books making your way towards the back. “I’m not letting you set me up on some cockamamie blind date with a guy Clint works with thank you very much,” walking backwards giving the red head a glare.

“Y/N…” she started to call out right before you collided with a solid wall of muscle. Books flying from your arms and you to would’ve landed on your face had it not been for a pair of strong arms wrapping around your thick waist.

Heart hammering, eyes widened taking in the expression on Nat’s beautiful face then remembering the stranger you bumped into that rescued you. Turning, a prayer on your lips that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself in front of some handsome stranger, worse than that your soulmate.

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Title: FaceTime

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: He’s been away for a while. Yugyeom x Reader. Dirty Talk/Smut/Fluff.

Playlist: 170909

Author’s Note: This is another smut(?) something I wrote instead of the smut that I was supposed to???? I have fallen down a terrible path. I hope you enjoy it and suffer with me <3

It’s a quarter past midnight and you’re sleepless; sleepless because you miss him; sleepless because you want nothing more than to be in his arms and ask him to sing you to sleep. You miss his voice. You miss his laugh. Your head is so heavy with this thoughts you think it might spontaneously combust into the night sky.

Fuck, you miss him so much.

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Mind Trap Chapter 4: Seguro and Mixed Emotions

First off I’m sorry about the last chapter. Second you guys are the best. The first chapter has 201 notes last I checked. So thank you

Prev Chap: https://sailormew4.tumblr.com/post/166050863886/mind-trap-chapter-3-triste-hehe-hi-ready-for

Next Chap: https://sailormew4.tumblr.com/post/166086257881/mind-trap-chapter-5-miedo-holy-quiznak-guys-this

Chapter Summary: Paladins finally get some answers.


The Paladins got their Bayards ready to fight the large shadow creatures(?) coming to them.

Pidge tries to electrocute them or at the very least tie it up but it slips right through like a snake. She groans as she thrown to a cliff.

Allura does a similar tactic of holding them back from the team and tieing by they seem to feed off her nervousness.

Shiro tries to maneuver and hit them but they keep on dodging till he’s out of breath.

Hunk is blasting all around him but they surround him as he yells, “What are these things!?!”

Keith is about to attack till a beam of blue hits them. Everyone turns to where the shot came from to see…. Lance?

Lance yells from the rock, “Hello darkness, my old friend! Miss me?”

Keith is officially done with this mission. Plus, how is Lance changing clothes so quickly? First he was in a causal t-shirt, then somehow changed to his hoodie, and now he’s in his Paladin Armor.

The shadows take their attention off the Paladins as they go after him. Lance runs off the cliff as he swings off a planet tree and kicks the shadows in the face. Lance cheers, “Head shot! Boo ya!”

The shadows try to swing at Lance but they keep missing him as he ducks and dodges as if they are blind to him. Lance forms his rifle as he takes aim at the center of the shadow and hits it with perfect accuracy.

The shadows retreat as Lance looks at the team and gives them a wink. He turns to the direction where the shadows came from as he taunts, “Who’s the cool, ninja, sharpshooter now inner demons!”

Lance turns to them as he asks, “Come on, I was awesome. Or is my awesomeness so great that it made you speechless?”

The Paladins stare at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths as Lance chuckles with a glint in his eyes that the team knew was his flirting look.

He goes to Allura… and walks right past her to Keith as he closes his mouth and teases, “You, know Keith some might think that open mouth was an invitation for something?”

Keith blushes before shaking his head as annoyance settles in he yells, “What the quiznak were those things?! And why do you keep ditching us to switch clothes or whatever! First, you’re overwhelming happy you won’t even argue with me! Then, you’re depressed and apologising all the time! Now, you’re Mr Hotshot?! Make up your mind! WHO ARE YOU?!”

“I’m Lance,” answers Lance but you everyone’s surprise the two Lances(?) from earlier pop up from behind him with a bright smile and a sad frown.

The Paladins scream in shock as Pidge even climbs on Shiro in surprise as Hunk looks like he’s about to faint.

Allura blinks as she points to the Lance in the casual shirt as she identifies, “Happy.”

“Sad,” continues Shiro as he points to the Lance with that hoodie.

“Confident,” finishes Hunk looking at the one in Paladin Armor.

“You forgot Dark and Broody,” jokes Happy as he points to Keith who is still processing what is happening.

Pidge climbs off Shiro as she explains, “You were never our Lance. You’re just a part of him. His emotions. That’s why you’re so different.”

“Ding ding! Pidgey got it right!” cheers Happy as he smiles as he ruffles her hair.

“Wait, this can’t be his only emotions. Right?” asks Hunk curious as his own mind is hurting.

“No. We are a complicated person Hunk. The other emotions are-,” starts Confident before his lips close on their own.

Sad sees this as he continues sadly, “Sorry… Confident is a positive emotion he can’t give bad news… I can though… since the ‘bad thing’ came all the emotions are starting to… not work? They aren’t doing their jobs.”

Pidge thinks about it before she understands and explains, “That’s what meant Coran meant when he said it’s killing from the inside. It’s killing his emotions. A human without emotions is practically dead!”

The Paladins gasp in shock before going silent. Hunk breaks it by asking to the remaining emotions, “How can we stop it?”

Happy and Confident look at Sad who sighs mournfully as he answers, “Sorry, but you’re going to have to go through his entire mind.”

“Whoa! No way! That’s beyond invasion of privacy! We’re in his mind! We already saw way too much already!” argues Hunk not liking the idea as he makes stopping motions.

“We won’t mind, hehe mind,” giggles Happy. “Plus so much stuff happens in our noggin’ that he won’t even know. All gotta you do is keep it to yourself.”

“We won’t be mad, we can take it,” adds Confident with a smile.

“But, sorry, we can’t go with you if Lance loses anymore emotions especially Confident who’s already fighting inner demons. We’ll be gone for good,” finishes Sad. “But I honestly think he would be better without me….”

“But we believe in you! We’re with you in spirit!” encourages Happy ignoring Sad’s comment.

Keith sighs as he really hates this idea. Sure, his happy memories were nice to see, but if they have to go through those negative emotions like with Sad…. he’s almost certain he can’t handle that. Seeing Lance so… defeated and broken…. it was an image he wishes he could forget. “Fine. Where do we start?”

The Paladins look at him in shock as Confident says with a flirty wink, “Knew you didn’t want to leave my thoughts Samurai. Follow me.”

The Paladins do so as Allura looks to see Happy and Sad going the opposite direction as she asks, “Where are they going?”

“They’re going back to their domain. They only came cause you mentioned them,” answers Confident.

Keith looks back to hear Happy’s laughter drowning out Sad’s whines of discomfort. He really doesn’t want these part of Lance to go away… even it is painful to watch.


After walking a while Confident stops in front of the Blue Lion as he says, “Welcome to Casa de Lion. Just fly her into the next emotion and you start your work.”

“Wait, what are we supposed to do anyway?” asks Hunk a little concerned.

Confident smiles as he explains, “The other emotions are still here we can feel them slightly, but to, I guess you could revive, you need to get rid of the 'bad thing’ in their area. It’s too much for them.”

“What did Haggar even do? What’s this 'bad thing’?” asks Shiro as he needs to know what they are facing.

Confident thinks about his response as his lips finally let him speak as he answers, “Just stuff inner demons that are too scared to fight yours truly. It’s my job to fight them.”

They look in the distance before entering Blue to see a darkness overwhelming the mind as Keith looks at it and says confidently, “We’re going to save you Lance…. don’t worry.”

#7 - “Watch me”

Sum: Shawn and Y/N are fighting and Y/N decides that enough is enough.

Words: 747

Originally posted by bottomoftheoceanworld

“No! Don’t you dare blame this on me, Shawn!”

 "Well, what do you expect me to do?“

 "I don’t know, trust me maybe?!" 

"How am I suppose to? Tell me, Y/N, because I am DYING to know!”

This argument had been going for at least 30 minutes now. The day had started out perfectly. Your best friend, Ashton, had just come home from living across the world and you hadn’t seen each other in years. Ash asked you to grab a coffee which you gladly accepted.

The thing was that fans had spotted you hugging and kissing cheeks and the tweets spread rumors faster than a lightning. Of course Shawn had seen the pictures and was by now furious.

“Because he is my best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you.” You responded with a loud voice. Shawn snorted and folded his arms over his chest. 

“Shawn, you meet hundreds of girls each day and you never hear me complaining when you kiss their cheeks.”

“That’s a whole different thing, Y/N.”

“But it isn’t!” You argued and crossed your arms over your chest as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah it is! My job includes meeting fans. It’s pretty much my duty to make them happy. Without them I am nothing.”

“What about my happiness?” You mumbled and looked down on your feet. In the corner of your eyes you saw how Shawn frowned confused and rolled his eyes.

“What about it?” He simply answered.

“How do think I’m feeling when you go off touring, sometimes being away for over 6 months?” 

He stood silent.

“How do you think I’m doing? It’s not like I’m having sex with each guy I see just because you’re not home and I feel alone. Shawn, I wait for you to come home because I love you.”

Shawn snorted and rolled his eyes once again. 

“Why should I believe what you’re saying? Who knows, maybe you’ve been sleeping around. Maybe you’ve been a stupid groupie all this time? Maybe, each time I’m in the studio, Ashton comes here and fucks you behind my back?”


Those words hit you like knives stabbing you over and over again. How could he say that? You would never, ever do such thing. You thought he knew that. 

You just glared at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. You felt like crying, but not in front of Shawn. No, he didn’t deserve your tears.

Suddenly his face turned around as he just realized what he said. 

“N-no, Y/N I didn’t—" 

"Save it.” You interrupted him and turned around to grab your bag on the floor. You couldn’t stay anymore.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a voice of panic. You stood up straight and swung your bag over you shoulder and looked at your boyfriend. 

“Not your concern. I’m surprised you even care.” You muttered and grabbed your converse to put them on.

“But it is my concern!” You gave him an angry glare and ignored him. Now he cares? About time.

 "Y/N, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare walk out on me.“ He said and glared at you with a clenched jaw. You took a few deep breaths before you turned around and headed for the door. 

"Watch me, superstar.”

You were about to open the door when a hand quickly smashed the door close again. You caught your breath and jumped around to see Shawn standing only a few inches away from your face with his hands pressed against the door to hold it close. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but no words came out.

“Don’t go.” Shawn husky muttered and looked into your Y/EC eyes with such desperation. You didn’t have an answer. You just looked into his brown eyes and felt yourself drowning in them.


Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours which made you catch your breath in surprise. He pressed you up against the door even more and held his hands on your hips. You started to relax and kissed him back which made him squeeze your hips even more.

After a few seconds he slowly pulled back and rested his forehead against yours as you both breathed each other in.

“Stay. Please. I love you.” He raspy whispered. You gulped hard before nodding your head slowly.

 "I’m not going anywhere.“



achoicewithsomeregrets  asked:

So, I'm impressed with quite a lot about your writing, but one of the things I'm impressed with the most is how you do characters. The characters are just really /Real/ and alive and vivid. My characters are round and have flaws and motivations and everything that smart people say good characters need to have, but. They're still just not as /Real/ as yours. So if you have time, could you give some tips for developing characters? Thanks!

Dear protecterwinsmith,

Let’s say someone asked you to draw a person. 

If you’d never drawn a person before or thought you didn’t have much time, you might do one of these guys:

Example A: stick dude. A stick dude is recognizable as a person because it follows the baseline, easiest rules of personhood. It’s got a head, a torso, a familiar arrangement of limbs. You don’t need more to get the concept of “person” across. 

Now, if you had a bit of experience drawing people or thought you had more time, you might do something more like

Example B: Cartoon Dude. Cartoon Dude is even easier to recognize as a human. He follows the rules of personhood even more: he’s got facial features, ears, hair, clothing, shoes. You can tell one cartoon dude from another cartoon dude. You can populate an entire series with cartoon dudes and the storytelling would work, because they would effectively follow the baseline rules of human anatomy as well as being unique enough to tell apart. 

Now let’s say you had a bit more time or you had some more experience drawing people and someone asked you to draw a human realistically. Depending on how much you’d done it, you might get

Example C: 3-D dude without reference. A 3-D dude drawn without reference is even more recognizable as human. He can hold all sorts of nuance in his expression because he follows the baseline rules of personhood even better than the previous two. More nuance means more empathy from the viewer, and more empathy usually means more emotional resonance.

And finally, let’s say someone asks you to draw a human but gives you an actual person to look at. In the same amount of time given, you might end up with

Example D: Portrait with reference. This guy (one of my brothers, in fact) follows the rules of personhood, their effectiveness limited only by my ability to capture them in the time given or by my level of experience. He’s recognizable as both a person and an individual because of the specificity of his facial features, and moreover, he is unlikely to look like any other person I would draw using this method because of my close adherence to his, you know, actual face.

If you think about this in terms of characters, you could build a novel with any one of these sorts of character.

Example A: A novel built with stick man characters would be incredibly stylized. Fairy tales are often stick figure characters. Instead of being fully-fleshed individuals, they’re types. This is the stick figure woodsman (we can tell it’s him, he’s drawn with an ax). This is the princess (we can tell it’s her, she’s got a crown and some long hair added to the stick figure). This is the knight (we can tell it’s him, he’s got a sword and a stick horse). People don’t actually look like stick figures, but as long as the characters are all stick figures, the narrative still works at some level, because it tells you the rules and follows them, even if they aren’t the rules of reality. The moment you draw one character as something more than a stick figure, though, the viewer suddenly realizes how the others are merely made of straight lines. 

Example B: When I first began to write, I used to write novels with accidental cartoon characters. I knew I couldn’t populate a novel with stick figures, so I tried to flesh them out. What makes a human a human? I asked myself desperately. Specifics! I made character worksheets and dutifully filled them out with attributes. Height, hair color, eye color, hobbies, place of residence, parental occupation, etc. etc. I ended up with characters who followed the rules of being human, and they could carry a story, but they still didn’t feel real. 

I’m skipping Example C for now, because it’s a byproduct, for me, of failing to remember the lessons of Example D.

Example D: Example D is how I build characters now. I begin by studying real people instead of by creating lists of traits. I end up with shadows I forgot to draw in my cartoon version, hair that looks like actual hair instead of what I sort of remember what hair looks like, and feet that have all the toes drawn in because with a reference, I can remember how to accurately draw a pinkie toe. Real people are complicated and surprising. If I were building a character with a fear of water without looking at a real person, I might give them the phobia because they’d nearly drowned once: the easiest and most logical answer. It wouldn’t necessarily be wrong — it would follow rules that a reader would understand. But if I looked at a real person with a fear of water, I might discover that their fear developed because of an obsession with quantifying the abstract, and trying to understand the concept of an infinite body of water made them anxious. A much more complicated answer, but more specific and more real because of it. If I populate a book with characters built like this, I’m going to end up with a nuanced story that should have more emotional resonance. Moreover, the more I study real humans and build characters from them, the less I have to lean on real humans to make secondary characters. As I learn the more subtle rules of how people’s personalities are made, I can start to build new humans who don’t exist — who nonetheless appear as if they could. 

Example C: I’m returning to example C because it’s a cautionary tale for me. Even though I feel that I’m worlds better than that old version of me writing cartoony people who could only exist in a two-dimensional place, if I get lazy with my character development, or if I try to create a sort of person I’ve never met in real life from scratch, I can still end up with one of these weird cartoon-realistic hybrids. A character who nearly looks real but lacks the subtle, observed nuances that I can only get from keeping an eye on real life. These characters follow the rules, and they have back stories and hobbies and nuance, but they’re still lacking the surprising, non-linear subtleties of a real person, or they’re lacking the specificity that comes from studying a real-life elbow and carefully transcribing the shape of it.  

There are particular sorts of things I look for in real people when I’m stealing bits and bobs, but that is a topic for another blog post. For now, I’m going to go figure out why I still can’t draw feet.



Affirmation 5/5

Part five ‘All things’ Missing scene Scully POV  (Epilogue) Post ep Mulder POV

Part one ‘Orison’ here

Part two ‘Per manum’ here

Part three ‘Sein und zeit’ here

Part four ‘En Ami’ here


I wake up suddenly, instantly guilty that I managed to literally pass out right in the middle of listening to Mulder waxing lyrical on the potentiality of fate, of the different paths we are destined to take throughout our lives; the paths in fact that we ourselves have taken to bring us right here to this point in time in our strange partnership.

Sometimes I have trouble categorising exactly what it is we share, what exactly is the product of our seven year history together that has seen us fight and fall and push ourselves far away from each other so many times; only to somehow always manage to re-connect once more? 

 More than once I have tried to rationalise this thing we have, this us that is separate from our working lives but at the same time, the threads of our professional history are still wound tightly around us, refusing to fully separate, to allow us to be the people we both yearn to be.  I’m not stupid, I know that a normal life can never be for us, that what others take for granted – a home, a family, simple pleasures that are nothing and everything at the same time – are distressingly unobtainable.  

Because even if Mulder and I had chosen to keep hold of the feelings for each other that we had denied for so long and instead turned to others to help fill in the blanks in our lives that our work on the X-Files had brought upon us, I still believe that those simple life expectations could never be for us.  Too much has happened and too much has been lost and I came to realise a very long time ago that I could never risk bringing in anyone from outside this frightening world we inhabit; that enough innocents have been lost to our quest already.  The blood on my hands is ever present and I know with a certainty that paralyses me at times, that I will never be able to completely cleanse myself of the guilt I carry around with me for the part I played in the destruction of the relationships and the people I loved. 

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You love somebody, right? you love them so much that you would die for them, but maybe they don’t love you back. and every time you look at them it’s like you’re drowning, like you are standing on the edge of a cliff and they are about to push you over, like giving all the best pieces of yourself away only to find they don’t mean a thing.

you would sell your love to the first person who looked at you if it meant you wouldn’t miss him anymore.

you think you’re better off without a heart but you are wrong. love doesn’t always give you back what it stole, and you might not be like you once were but that doesn’t mean you can’t love again.

you are so wrapped up in the ways he doesn’t love you that you can’t look around and see who does.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write– Lily Rain
Wanna Be Yours, 5/7 (Olicity, College AU, Explicit)

Summary: College AU. Felicity’s car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he’s having a ‘Skivvies Only’ party. (See AO3 for Author’s Notes.)

A/N: The response to the last update was so amazing! Thank you so, so, so much! And quickly, there are two songs that were sent my way that are so Wanna Be Yours that it physically pains me. Four Leaf Clover by Christian Hudson via @ellefraser17 gave me a meltdown on Twitter, and Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur via @onlyhere4olicity had me flailing on the couch this morning. Go listen!

My eternal gratitude to my amazing beta Margaret. She’s the actual best. The actual best.

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Wanna Be Yours, Part 5

It took all of Oliver’s willpower to leave her. How could he not pause to drink her in? The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was naked in his bed save for his shirt still hanging off her shoulders, looking up at him with the softest smile. Every bit of him had itched to reach out for her, to take even just one more minute.

Rolling out of bed had been hard enough - literally hard enough. It was a damn miracle he didn’t bust through his briefs, especially when he had to watch her sit up on his bed like it was the most natural thing in the world, like they hadn’t just decided this was a thing a short second ago.

She must have been able to read his mind because her mouth parted, her eyes darkening as she looked up at him. God, her eyes… He could look into them for days, swim in their beauty, drown in the fact that now when she looked at him, he saw the same desire he felt for her.

His head was spinning.

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Son of Haggar part 9

Lavi found himself in a room, with no windows, and a door. But he felt watched, he bit his lip in fear and anxiety started to rise up in his skin. He was so scared, where was his mother? Where’s Lotor?

Than he watched in, the Black Paladin. He looked at Lavi with loving caring eyes. He felt himself look down and blush.

‘Don’t be fooled by the Paladins of Voltron’ the voice of his loving mother rant over his head. He remembered their talks about Voltron, how dangerous they were, and how cruel they were.

“Hello, um..” he rubbed the back of his head, Lavi could feel sadness wash over the paladin. Why was he so sad? Lavi always had the talent of feeling other’s emotions, without even looking at them or touching them.


That Lance person, why did it sound so familiar?

“My name is Shiro, what’s yours?” As he put his hand out. Lavi stared at the hand, it was galra tech. “Lavi…” As he put his hand out the same way, they the two hands never touched. This Shiro chuckled and put both hands together touching.

Lavi’s eyes widened, the touch felt familiar. And felt his heart pounding.

“Who’s Lance? That you keep mistaking me?” Lavi finally said, he decide to stay calm. Maybe they’ll let him go, seeing he didn’t put up a fight, or was very calm.

Shiro eyes sadden and a tear almost came down.

“Someone I love.” He spoke, Lavi studying him. It seem to be true.

“What’s he like?” He whispered quietly, Shiro’s eyes looked up. Lavi gasped for actually seeing them. They were a stormy grey, and they were magnificent.

“He’s funny, beautiful, insecure at times, yet hides it with a smile. But his smile made the sun jealous. That time literally would stop just to stare at that beautiful smile. Eyes that were most beautiful ocean, that if you stared to long. You knew you would drown in them, not caring to look away. The stars would shine for him when he laughs. Someone so perfect, yet the flawed. But still makes me love him even more.”

Lavi’s heart skip a beat, he forgot how to breathe again. He was blushing even more and why…why was he crying?

“Your Lance, not Lavi. The person I’m so in love with. Whatever Haggar did to you to make you forget me… Put lies in your head, that made you think you were not alone but… you never were…”

“Stop lying to me!!”

Lavi closed his eyes as he held his head in pain. He whimpered as his ears when down.

“Lance?” As he felt Shiro hold him close, why does he keep calling him Lance? He head started to get foggy.

“Please come back to me…I promise I’ll protect, you’ll never feel alone ever again Lance. Your not alone anymore.”

Lavi felt tears come down his eyes and huffed out.

“Shiro…please don’t leave me..”

Let Me Fix Us || c.h.

ofc my love x

I M A G I N E 

“Guys, give me my phone back!” You urged, chasing Luke around the dressing room as Michael and Ashton stood around watching us. “I need my phone back, Luke!”

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Imagine warm spring day. You and Loki, being the best of friends, walking in the forest. You are so excited because you used to walk and play here when you was a child. You are jumping, running and laughing. Each time you do so a warm smile turns up on his face. Suddenly he stops walking and just looks at how you move, talk, how your hair is waving and glittering it the sunlight. You realize that Loki is not longer by your side. You turn around and see him staring at you. 

“What?” He doesn’t answer. “Hey Loki”, as you talk he approaching you without saying a word. “What’s the matter? You’re freaking me out.”

“You know”, he towers over you, standing so close that you can hear him breathing. “It’s so hard to resist”. You look right in his eyes ready to drown in them. He steps closer and strokes your hair. “I never told you this and maybe I shouldn’t do it but… ” He pauses and breaks eye contact.

“Hey, that’s okay. Tell me, please” you’re calming him and taking his hand.

“Y/N, I… I don’t want to be your friend… I can’t”

“What?! Why?!” you’re surprised and pissed. “What the hell you’re talking about? Loki, what’s…”.

“I want more” he interrupts in a high tone. There is a long pause. You don’t know what to say and neither does he. “I want to touch you where friend shouldn’t”. And he looks at your lips. 

You smile, put your head on his chest and giggle. “You’re a fool…”You feel his heart racing so you step back, taking his hands in yours. You see how he is scared don’t know what’s on your mind and you give him a warm smile. He steps closer, stopping just an inch from your lips. You hear him breathing heavily. He kisses you tenderly wrapping hands around your body. You’re putting your hand on his shoulder and with another one stroking his hair. You answer him with a more passionate kiss and feel like there is nothing left in the world except the two of you. He breaks a kiss for breath in. He’s still holding you in his arms. He cups your face and looks right into your eyes. “Hell of a friendship we have” you chuckle.

He smirks, kissing you on the forehead. “Yeah, I guess so”.

You look in his now almost dark eyes and stand on your tiptoes to be able to reach his lips. You kiss him desperately. And you make sweet and passionate love on the grass as sunlight play on your naked bodies united by the same feelings.

Do I? - Jaime Benn

A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.

Word Count: 1314

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say, trying to sit back down on the couch.

We had had our last exam of the semester this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“(y/n), you should go up there and show them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch, yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety as an excuse.

“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.

I look at them and I know I have no choice so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need another ten shots, pronto.

“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.

“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.

“No pressure, but we kind of need a good show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble staying on their feet.

I give him a nervous smile and wait until he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep breath and go up.

“So… I don’t really want to do this, like at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”

I give a small nod and the music starts playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it feels like an ovation to me.

“I was kidding when I said we needed a good show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my cheeks heating up.

I walk back to my friends and they stand up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.

“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.

We listen to a couple of songs, laughing and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.

“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it to me before walking away.

I look at it in shock for a couple seconds while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.

“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.


JB 14


“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.

My eyes travel all over the place before they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding all the eyes set on me.

“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my friends are hockey fans too.

“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now, the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to the club”

We get on our feet, ready to go, when my brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.

“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.

Jamie is talking with some of his friends when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his friends.

“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind of you”

“You are welcome. It got your attention, so it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters

“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.

“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my outfit.

“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh “going out tonight?”

“No, we are just having a couple drinks to unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game tomorrow”

“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass tomorrow?” I joke around.

“Will do…”


“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game tomorrow”

“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.

“It’s good you have contacts then…” He winks at me and hands me his phone.

“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him, typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text me the details”

“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”

I turn around and I see them pointing at the door and making weird dance moves.

“Gotta go” I say, turning around and walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”

We leave the pub and walk for around three minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.

Stay out of trouble, young lady.


I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text back I get another message,

And by trouble I mean guys.


BTS Reaction To Their S/O Being Thick/Chubby and Being Insecure About It


“ Maybe I should lose a little weight, what do you think?” you ask him.

“ Why?” he ask back, confused

“I just.. I might be a little to …big for you” you say hesitantly

“ Baby, you are perfect the way you are. I Have no problem with your weight and neither should you. Okay?” he says, as he kisses your forehead.

Originally posted by bwiseoks



“ Babe, how do you think I look? Am I too big?” you ask randomly

He turns and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Babe, I have no idea what you’re trying to say but if you’re trying to say you think your big or anything then you can stop now. You’re so beautiful. I believe it so now I want you to believe it.” He says, grabbing your hand and leaving kisses on your knuckles.

Originally posted by boo-t-s


Rap monster

“I’m pretty thick Monnie, maybe I should go on a diet.” You say to him one day.

“Uhm… I think not. You must not realize how sexy you look like that. You’re everything I could want. Please don’t go on a diet, okay?” he says, looking at you with pleading eyes.

Originally posted by daeguboy


J hope

“Hobbie, can we go work out more?” you ask

“why would you want to do that? I know you hate working out.” He asks confused.

“I just feel like maybe I’m getting a little too big. I’m sure working out will help me out.” You said back, slightly bothered.

“Jagi, you look so beautiful like that. I’m not sure if you see what I see but I see a beautiful woman and I wouldn’t ask for anything else. I love you the way you are.” He said, pulling you in for a hug.

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As you stared off in the distance, he could tell something was wrong so he got your attention.

“Whats wrong baby?” he asked,

“Lately I’ve just been feeling like I’ve been gaining a lot of weight. I look so much bigger than I did when we started dating. Maybe I need to do a diet and work out every day. Or, could I just come to the dance practices with you instead?”

He sat there frozen for a while because he just couldn’t fathom why you said what you said.

“Honey, you are absolutely adorable. I love everything about you including your weight.  I ESPECIALLY love your weight. Don’t lose weight.” He said, as he cuddles you into his side and kisses the side of your head.

Originally posted by jiminrolls



“Tae, look at me, I’m getting so big. I’m going to pop out of my clothes in a minute.” You said, pulling your shirt over your head from changing in the mirror.

He walks up behind you and stops your hands in the middle of your torso, your stomach still ut.

“What are you doing? Let me put my shirt on.” You said, trying to pull away, unsuccessful.

“Look baby, you see your tummy, I love it so much. I know you don’t like it because what you see is chubbiness, but I see a natural woman who looks so beautiful. Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again, especially with what you believe is “ fat” or “chubbiness”. Believe me when I say, I’d rather see you pop out of your clothes than drown in them. You look amazing.” He said, then let your hands go and kisses your neck in the mirror.

Originally posted by toughchim



He had been seeing you eye the scale every day and he knows that you feel self-conscious of your weight. Later that day, he pulls you onto his lap to talk.

“I know baby. I can see your face every day. Why?” he asks softly

“ Most of the day, I feel line, but after I see you come back from working out and see how slim and fit you are, I can’t help but think I make you look bad by being bigger than you.” You said, looking onto your lap.

“ I see you everyday of my life and you look like youre glowing everyday. Until I see you looking at that fucking scale. Maybe I am pressuring you unconsciously but I think you look amazing. If you honestly feel that way, instead you  losing weight, maybe I should just gain weight? Hmm? That way you wouldn’t feel that way. I love you, don’t ever think that way, okay?” he says, then tilts your head up and kisses you.

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

#15: J.H.K

Scenario: “Nah, I peeked.”  

“Hope? Seok?” You frowned at the lack of light in the BTS household. It was quiet too. You checked the time on your phone, 10:37 p.m. Usually the boys would be running around at this hour, but you assumed they’d overworked themselves in the studio today seeing as their comeback was nearing. Shrugging your shoulders, you padded over to the stairs, your sock-clad feet sliding along the floorboards so as not to trip on anything the boys left lying around. 

Skipping a step each time, you came to the second floor where all the boys’ rooms were. Each door was closed, no light coming through any so you assumed they were all asleep. Creeping over to the closest door, you carefully twisted the door handle, pushing it open slightly. Peeking through, a passed-out Yoongi lay snug amongst a large blanket and several pillows. He looked like he was drowning in them. Giggling quietly to yourself, you closed the door and moved to the next. You scolded yourself for not remembering which room Hoseok slept in and spent the next ten or so minutes opening and closing each door. 

Upon opening the last door, Jimin and Hoseok’s, you peered through, seeing a sleeping Jimin on the single bed farther from the door and someone in the single bed beside his. That has to be Hoseok, you thought. But you frowned, annoyed that he’d fallen asleep instead of waiting for you to arrive. After all, he had been the one to text you to come over. 

☀️My Sunshine☀️: Can you come over?? Pretty pleaasseee??

You rolled your eyes, about to step into the room when you heard a loud yawn. Startled, you stopped in your tracks and whipped around. No one was there. You could’ve sworn it had come from behind you. Swallowing hard, you turned back to the room, before the loud sound of a ‘bang’ and quiet ‘shit’ sounded throughout the house. You glared at the darkness, realising what was going on. Quietly closing the door to Jimin’s room, you made your way back downstairs to Hoseok’s studio. 

Just as you went to grab the door handle, it was pulled open by the person inside. 

“Hey, you’re here.” Hoseok, smiled. 

“How did you know it was me?” You questioned, returning his bright smile. 

“You have a unique walking sound. Doesn’t everyone?” You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. “I’m joking, I peeked before because I was about to go up and sleep.” He chuckled, pulling you in for a tight embrace, As you wrapped your arms around his waist, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Thank you for being here.” 

You pulled away slightly, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

“Anytime, babe, you know that. But you might not be able to sleep in your room tonight, someone’s taken your bed.” You giggled. Hoseok cocked his head to the side, his ‘thinking’ face on. 

“Agh, bloody Jungkook’s gone and taken my bed again?!” He groaned. “I just wanted to sleep, jagi.” He whined. 

“Come on, we’ll go sleep on the couch for the night and then tomorrow morning I’ll whoop the maknae’s ass for you.” Hoseok chuckled at your response and placed a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, you know that right?” 

“I love you too. And yes, I know that. You tell me everyday.” 

The Sun Will Always Thaw The Winter - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey. Can you please do a one-shot or story where reader/y-n was created by hydra to be like the female equivalent of the winter soldier, (Cuz there were some missions that they couldn’t have tws just barging in so they would go like under cover as like a couple or something like that you can decide on that if you want.) But like bucky she had a life before. Where ever tws goes she went and they got separated and after hydra fell they found each other again. possible love/fluff/smut or all 3

Note: Okay so I have decided that given that this request holds a substantial amount of history between the characters it will be a series. I’m not sure how long it will be yet but once I have an idea I will let you all know <3

The Winter Soldier x Hydra!Reader

Words: 1,781

Warnings: Torture, violence and fighting…..think that’s all. Anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

You were surrounded by a sea of pink flowers as you rolled around rather childishly with the young man that had stolen your heart. His hazel coloured eyes were so intense that each time you looked at them you found yourself drowning in them. His smile was enough to make you melt on the spot and as you stopped rolling, ending up underneath him, that was exactly what you were faced with…his gorgeous smile and the twinkle in his eyes drawing you right in.

The image faded from your mind briefly as you found your surroundings turning more hostile. There were numerous people stood around you as you felt a heavy contraption surrounding your head. It felt like you had been hit by a train, or a rather large truck in the very least, and as you felt yourself beginning to fall back in unconsciousness a thick accent spoke out to you.

“What is your name?

“[f/n] [l/n] My name is [f/n] [l/n]…” Yours words croaked themselves out, barely even audible to anyone else in the room other than the male stood beside you, but even as you said them you could feel them beginning to drift away already –almost like as you remembered it the memory left you not long after. “I’m from…..I’m from Brooklyn….”

“She needs another wipe.”

“Yes sir.”

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