my heart yearns for these two

Deli - Peter Parker

request -  Okay I just had an prompt idea. Peter is at the bodega getting food and the reader is the owners daughter who comes in when Peter fires back to the comment about Aunt May (“Cómo está tu hija?”) The two playfully argue, become good friends and eventually date.

a/n - please pardon my poor spanish skills i’ve been studying it for a while and i tried my best ok ALSO shoutout to @ohparkers for writing a fic like this too which is actually good instead of my trash but don’t forget to request a peter parker / spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

Hearing the bell echo throughout the hallways of the school, I sped out the doors and hauled the nearest cab. I quickly told the driver the address of my father’s sandwich shop, having this become routine these days. I sat back on the seat, letting out a breath as I looked out the window, finding something to catch my attention.

I started helping out at Bodega’s when things were getting rough about 3 months ago. People were suddenly dropping their jobs and my father was only left with two other people, now including me. Coming towards the middle of the school year, this becomes the busiest time of year after 3 PM. But, there’s really only one person that is consistent out of all of them.

The boy named Peter. He’s in Calculus with me 4th period, but we’ve never said anything else to one another besides being annoyed with Flash. He had always seemed so witty with my father though, always coming in like he was a family member of some sort. My heart also beat a little faster when I saw him, thinking that he was the most dorkiest person to have ever lived.

I soon got out of the cab and headed inside the shop, hearing the bell at the top of the door ring as it opened. I quickly glanced around to see how it was going business wise today, and fortunately, it was going okay.

“Hey-” I started to say, only to stop myself.

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anonymous asked:

fic prompt: Isak married even, a moment between Isak and his best buddy/man Jonas before the vows

“Man, I can’t believe you made it to twenty-four without learning how to tie a fucking tie. What the hell,” Jonas says, rolling his eyes. And it’s not like Isak can’t do it by himself—he’s just so nervous that his fingers had felt like lead. But he’s about to marry the love of his life, and that should be an excuse. Even always has this effect on him, no matter how many years they’ve spent together. It’ll be a dark day when the mere thought of Even doesn’t make Isak feel like a fumbling mess again, seventeen years old and learning what it felt like to fit in his own skin for the first time.

Isak takes a deep breath. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get sentimental until the vows. Even’s no doubt going to be sappy as hell, and all Isak has is a sweaty index card tucked into his jacket. He’s written and rewritten them, but no words can ever capture all that Even means to him. Isak isn’t sure he even knows the full extent of it yet, not when they have years ahead to figure it out.

Jonas must sense his mood, because he chuckles as he puts the finishing touches on Isak’s tie. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be the first one out of all of us to get married?”

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So this took me forever but I did it! I enjoyed V’s route so much and so I decided to do 3 piece series to illustrate 3 love stories with Ray, Rika and V to celebrate and to thank you for 800 + followers! 

For this piece I was strongly inspired by Beauty & the Beast tale. I even thought about an AU where she meets him as a beastly Unknown and then discovers a prince Ray inside him. I truly enjoyed flower language theme so I went on and drew roses for the first time in my life. 
I guess the bad end for this fairytale would be Beauty never returning to Beast and the castle burning to the ground… but I’m still hoping for a happy end for these two. 
It was amazing how Cheritz showed us Saeran from such a different side. I do think everything that happened to him and not being able to help was too much and too angsty, but I’m still thankful for this very sad and very beautiful story. Thank you, Cheritz! 

I used lyrics of one of my favorite band for these series. 

“… don’t walk away, don’t walk away
when the world is burning.

don’t walk away, don’t walk away
when the heart is yearning…  ”
© poets of the fall - carnival of rust

music lab collective – beauty and the beast  - for a magical mood

Thank you, dear friends! I wish all your love songs will reach a happy note and all fairytales in your life will have a happy culmination that will never fade away! 

True Love with Peter Parker (Headcanon)

here’s a sweet/lowkey funny?? idk lmao, headcanon for u all! hope u like!! super LONG WOW BE PREPARED (KEEP READING PORTION BC OF LENGTH! SO BE SURE TO CLICK IT:D lmao whe u think it’s over IT’S NOT) (not my gif) 


Based off the song True Love by P!nk (feat. Lily Allen) listen to it here!


Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say. Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face. There’s no one quite like you. You push all my buttons down, I know life would suck without you

- okay you didn’t hate peter parker per say…

- fine you really, really disliked him

- it wasn’t an anger filled hate, it was almost like a clueless filled hate

- you and peter were standing on the line between friends and a couple

- it was almost like a game to peter, just to see how far he could push you

- “you were totally just checking me out.’‘


- “okay, sure.’’

- H E A D A S S

- his scratchy yet soothing voice whispered against your ear softly

- fuck fuck fuck fuck


At the same time, I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck. You’re an asshole but I love you. And you make me so mad I ask myself, “Why I’m still here, or where could I go?”.You’re the only love I’ve ever known. But hate you, I really hate you. So much, I think it must be…

- it wasn’t your fault it was raining outside and his curls had popped out, framing his handsome, gentle face sweetly

- you were so fuckin whipped for this boy, it was actually pathetic

- the wavering line of friends and utter teasing was beginning to take a toll on the relationship

- y’all fought every second of the day

- but it was fighting that masked the love you felt for one another

- as if the bickering was just the emotions playing your true feelings

- peter’s soft eyes would brighten as a smirk played on his thin lips as he caught your eye during class

- your heart thumped rapidly in your chest as your eyes narrowed at him

- wowowowowowwowow he’s so pretty you hated yourself for allowing him to play with you like that

- the two of you would briskly touch hands in the hallway, almost as if it was a tease to do so


- at one point, you wanted to punch peter in the face and pull him into your comforting frame at the same time

True love, true love. It must be true love. Nothing else can break my heart like, true love, true love. It must be true love. No one else can break my heart like you.

- besides wanting to ridicule the other most of the time, your hearts yearned for the end of the friend zone

- peter knew how much he was in love with you, and if messing with you and him getting to see that cute little smirk you give him meant it was mutual be it

- he would scale your figure as you chatted to your friends, his eyes adorning your sweet features

- his arms folded across his chest as he wondered when he would have the balls to tell you how much he truly loved you

- he knew you felt the same towards him, but he didn’t know the strong love you felt for him back

- true love was so obvious between the two of you

- to quick glances at the other’s lips, and thumps of heart beats escalating as the other would smile 


Just once try to wrap your little brain around my feelings. Just once please try not to be so mean. Repeat after me now R-O-M-A-N-C-E-E-E. Come on I’ll say it slowly (Romance). You can do it baby.

- you wanted to romance to be alive so badly, but you were afraid

- between fighting constantly and yearning for the validation of love from peter, your mind was always crawling back to the romance aspect

- you would imagine peter racing toward you in the hallway, reaching for your face softly, yanking your lips towards his in a fiery kiss

- wow your hormones were in a rage

- his lips looked so kissable as they smirked at you every day

- peter wasn’t the only headass wow

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I don’t know about you, but I have a gigantic need for Mr. and Mrs. Pines, the parents of Dipper and Mabel, to be involved in the greater Pines family clan that’s developed through the events of summer 2012. Their kiddos have formed such close bonds with all these people- both great uncles, Soos, Wendy, McGucket, etc.- and I’d really hate for that to have to be a part of their life that they have to keep separate from their home life. 

In nearly every fic I’ve read the parents never get the full truth about what happened that summer, and…? I dunno, but that kind of seems sad? That forces Dipper and Mabel to have to keep an entire part of themselves a secret, and at this point I think that’s the last thing they need. The stuff with Bill was traumatizing and what they need most is a support system of people who know and can help them with any lasting emotional scars moving forward. 

The kiddos may have Stan and Ford, but… I really want them to have their parents on their team, too. 

I want Dipper to get a skype call from Stan and Ford out at sea, and for the whole family to hear and rush into the room with excitement. I want the kids and their parents to all eagerly listen to Ford’s newest cryptid story. 

I want Candy and Grenda and Pacifica to all come down and visit Mabel one weekend, and for Mabel’s parents to allow them to all spend the night.

I want Mr. and Mrs. Pines to give emotional support to their kids when they both wake up at one am with night terrors. I want them to be able to hug their children and reassure them that Bill’s gone; the two of them defeated him last summer, and they’ll never let him harm them again.

I want the entire family to drive up to Gravity Falls that next summer when the working parent has their sabbatical, and for the parents to be able to experience the weird, incredible place that’s captured their children’s hearts. I want them to be on friendly terms with Stan and Ford, and to meet Soos and Melody and Wendy and everyone else…

to sum: I yearn for more content where Dipper and Mabel tell their parents everything about their summer

“Jungkook Cheated.” Finale [2] (Alternative Ending)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] Finale: [1] [2 - Alternative Ending] 

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Y/N’s p.o.v ~

It’s been three days since he last messaged me, it’s been five since we broke up and our meant to be 3rd year is in two days time, not that it even matters anymore, but a part of me wants him to try harder. Wanting to reconcile, to have some sort of closure between us. I miss him - more than I could ever explain with words, it feels empty without him, I feel as though there’s a huge hole in my heart that even with time it won’t heal because it’s that badly damaged. I want him back, what he did was wrong, and I shouldn’t take him back but I don’t want to throw away what we had. What we had was beautiful, so incredible that it still makes my heart skip a beat every time I think back on those dates, those moments we had.

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to fall (m)

genre ―angst, smut | friends with benefits!au

pairing ― jungkook | reader

synopsis Things aren’t always what they seem.

words ― 3,062

― note : from my two year request batch

It should’ve ended when your heart would flutter at the sound of his ringtone. Maybe even when the smallest of things would remind you of him. It was wrong for you to be yearning for him when the covers just couldn’t warm you up at night. You wanted him to be more of your weekly hookup but it was one thing you both agreed on not being. A couple.

Ironically enough, you were the one to place this rule because he was just another toy to play with. You quickly realized that Jungkook was far more than just a simple toy. From the first time he saw your body in all it’s glory, his face became flushed and for a split second you saw his facade slip. In the moment of desire and lust you didn’t realize it but looking back at it now it made you wonder.

What did he really think of you?

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i want to be touched by the stars.

                   everything is so big so much & i feel small /
                  bird in monsoon rains, swamps sticky &
                   feet caught in them, moonlight a pool 
                   of spilled dreams on the backs of wings:

what i’m saying is that my body
sways to the sky & i am a ship
of yearning. want to be loved
so much & so fully caterpillar
turns butterfly turns starlight 
turns god.

                     everything is big & i am small & maybe
                     this is not always a bad thing (bumblebee flies
                     into my face & bounces off) & small does not
                    always mean inconsequential. 

what i mean is: small things, like
you reaching out to touch my hand.
i mean: small things, like the sun in
your eyes when you tell me you love me.
small things, like gnocchi on a date &
a jarful of stars with love in them & love
letters scrawled before airport trips.

                i mean: i’ve always wanted to be touch by
                stars, & when you touch me, every wish my
               body has ever had comes true. the yearning
                in my stomach, the heart full of hungry tongues: 

quiet. each touch is benediction,
is absolution.

when we kiss,
the world breaks in two

& forgiveness rises from
every chest.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So I've been having baby fever, because I recently saw my new baby cousin lol. So! I have a request. How would the RFA+V+Saeran react if they walked in on MC endearingly holding their child, singing a soft lullaby to the near sleeping baby. ;w;

This is such a sweet and pure request, I love it! I have a baby cousin too, he’s about one and a half so I understand your baby fever lol! I made this as fluffy as possible because we all need some RFA and friends parenting fluff in our lives! So thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • The day that yours and Yoosung’s son was born was the happiest day of both of your lives
  • It was also the last day the two of you would have a full night’s sleep for a very, very long time
  • Your son was always fussy at nights so the two of you would take turns to help lull him back to sleep
  • Yoosung was passed out from exhaustion because he had been working overtime at the clinic lately so you decided to take tonight’s shift when you heard your son crying through the baby monitor
  • When Yoosung woke up, he expected to hear his son’s cries but instead heard a soft voice that sounded like singing
  • He cautiously followed the voice to his son’s nursery room to find you sitting in the rocking chair holding your son while softly singing a lullaby to your baby
  • Your son’s eyes opened for a moment when he saw his father sit next to you only to shut his sleepy eyes as you continued the song
  • Yoosung wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he let you rest your head on his shoulder as you closed your own tired eyes, hearing one last thing from Yoosung before you fell asleep
  • “I love you and our son so much, MC. Who would have thought that my wife had the voice of an angel? Sleep tight both of you, I’ll always be here to protect and love you both.”


  • Yours and Zen’s son took after him in many ways but probably the most notable one was your son’s loud voice
  • Zen was proud that his son had such a strong voice, he knew that his little boy would be an amazing singer one day like his dad
  • While it was good to have a loud voice, your son’s cries would pierce yours and Zen’s ears throughout the day
  • You and Zen both had the afternoon and were trying to enjoy lunch at home together when a loud cry from your son interrupted your meal
  • Zen rubbed his temples and groaned, saying his son had the worst timing as you got up to take care of him
  • It usually took a while to calm your son down but today it happened almost instantly so Zen went to check out what was gong on
  • He stared lovingly as you gently sang a lullaby to your son as you slowly walked around the room while holding him
  • You didn’t notice your husband come up behind you and sing along with you until your son’s eyes were closed as he slept, Zen immediately started gushing
  • “We really are the perfect family, aren’t we? All three of us have amazing voices that could melt hearts! And I intend on making sure I keep my perfect wife and wonderful little son healthy and happy, no matter what.”


  • Jaehee truly believed that you and her adopted the perfect little girl
  • She loved her daughter with all of her heart and thought of her as an angel who couldn’t do anything wrong
  • Except when your little girl would become fussy when you weren’t around
  • Jaehee would become frustrated since it seemed like her daughter was only happy when she was with you
  • One afternoon when the two of you had off from work, you heard your little girl crying from her crib
  • When you went to tend to her needs, Jaehee waited a moment then followed you to see if you needed help
  • Jaehee smiled when she heard you singing a lullaby to your daughter
  • She finally understood why your daughter seemed to favor you more, anyone would if you sang to them in your angelic voice
  • Once your daughter was asleep, you and Jaehee gave her tiny kisses on her cheeks as you gazed lovingly at the small sleeping girl while Jaehee softly spoke
  • “Now I know the secret of gaining our little girl’s affection, I’ll have to sing to her. Although I Willa admit your singing is simply wonderful. I love you and our little girl so, so much.”


  • The first time you ever saw Jumin cry was when he held his daughter for the first time
  • Ever since your little girl was born, Jumin tried his best to be a good father, one who would always be there for his wife and child
  • But his work usually got in the way of spending family time together and he felt awful because of it
  • Jumin would come home every night to find his two girls sleeping, he was saddened that he was never able to say goodnight to you two
  • That is until one late night when Jumin came home from work and heard a strange noise coming from the nursery
  • Every muscle in his body tensed as he held up his briefcase, fearing that an intruder was in his precious daughter’s room
  • Once he sneakily entered the nursery, Jumin breathed a sigh of relief as it was only you who was in your daughter’s room, slowly walking around the room while singing a lullaby to your little girl
  • You smiled as you saw Jumin, your daughter also looked at her father and smiled while saying baby gibberish
  • Jumin tenderly kissed his daughter’s forehead as you continued to sing to her, she slowly fell asleep with a small smile on his lips
  • You laid her down as Jumin watched with adoration filling his eyes and heart, he interlaced his hand with yours as the two of you watched your daughter sleep
  • “I never knew that you possessed such a beautiful singing voice, MC. Oh and MC, make sure you turn some lights on. I thought that you were an intruder and almost knocked you out with my briefcase and that would have been bad.”


  • Seven never would have imagined being as happy as he was when his son was born
  • He had always wanted to be a father but he wasn’t sure if he would be good enough
  • But with your reassurance, Seven turned out to be the best father for your child
  • Your son had many of your features but he had one trait of Seven’s that you wish he didn’t, an awful sleep schedule
  • At random hours of the night, your son would wake up and cry loudly which usually resulted in Seven taking care of his son since he was usually already awake
  • But one night Seven woke up to find you missing but instead of hearing his son’s cries, he heard his laughter
  • Seven went to investigate and found you sitting down on the small couch while singing a lullaby to your son
  • When your son started wiggling in your arms, you saw that he was trying to reach out for Seven making both you and your husband smile
  • Seven took his son into his arms as you continued singing to him, watching as the little boy finally fell asleep between his parents
  • You snuggled next to Seven once he laid your son back down in his crib, Seven brushed your hair aside as he kissed your cheeks and whispered before he two of you fell asleep on the couch
  • “I didn’t know that I married an angel, MC. You and our little boy make me so happy, thank you for giving me this happiness. Now, will you sing me to sleep?”


  • V made sure that the first thing he would see after receiving the eye correction surgery was you along with his twin boy and girl
  • He had always dreamed about starting a family when the two of you started dating but the twins were definitely an unexpected surprise
  • Nevertheless, V loved his little boy and girl with all of his heart, although the two tiny ones could be quite fussy
  • There were plenty of times when V was out for a photo shoot leaving you alone with the twins
  • He knew just how tough the little ones could be so he made you promise to call him if you became overwhelmed
  • But you never needed to call him making V think that you were just trying to be kind to him
  • When he came home one day, V was fully expecting to hear his little boy and girl crying out loudly
  • Instead, V heard your lovely singing voice as the twins rested peacefully together in their crib
  • V felt tears start to stain his cheeks, the love he felt for his family was indescribable
  • You felt V wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, he hummed along to the song that you were singing to the twins as he mumbled to you
  • “No matter what you say, you are true perfection to me, MC. I love you and our little boy and girl so much. Now I know how to finally calm down the little ones, just have them listen to your angelic voice.”


  • Saeran was terrified when you first told him that you were pregnant
  • But after his son was born, Saeran and your little boy were practically inseparable
  • Even when you were taking care of your son, Saeran would always be on stand by if you ever needed help with anything
  • Since he usually didn’t sleep because of his nightmares, he was typically the one to take care of your fussy little boy at nights
  • But one night when your son was crying for his parents, you were expecting Saeran to take care of him but your husband was sleeping soundly
  • Saeran awoke with a start when he didn’t feel your presence in bed and ran to his son’s nursery when he heard noises coming from there
  • He found you slowly walking around the room while holding your son, happily singing a lullaby to him
  • Saeran felt his heart tug, he yearned to have a mother like you in his life but he felt happiness knowing that his son would have two loving parents
  • He wiped a few stray tears away and ran his fingers through his son’s small hairs, you smiled up at Saeran and kissed him as Saeran unknowingly expressed his feelings
  • “I never would have thought that I could feel so much happiness just by watching you sing to our son. You two are the lights of my life, the reason why I live. I love you both until the end of time.”
The Return

Word Count: 1006

Warnings: None

Pairings: Klaus x Reader


 Requests: Open!

“Klaus, stop!” Rebekah cried.

Klaus lifted his head and grinned at her unveiling his bloodstained teeth, clothes and face.

Rebekah hurried down the stairs with her brothers Elijah, Kol, and Finn following behind her. Their brother had gone on many rampages in his one thousand years of life but this particular one was growing worse and worse by the minute. It all started when Klaus lured an unsuspecting bunch tourists with the promise of mystery and adventure they didn’t offer on tours. And then without warning Klaus locked the doors and feasted on the blood of the tourists, tearing their lifeless bodies to shreds while what remained of the living stood there and watched in horror knowing that they were next to die.

And then Rebekah, Kol, Finn and Elijah arrived but by the time they got there it was already too late. The last of tourists had taken their last breaths leaving Klaus to play with their remains and piece them back together to his liking.

Finn stared down at his brother, horrified. “What is wrong with him?”

“It’s the anniversary of Y/N’s death.” Kol explained. “He always gets like this around her birthday, their anniversaries, the day of her death.”

Elijah and Rebekah sighed.

“I completely forgot.” Elijah said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So did I.”

It had been decades since you, Klaus Mikaelson’s beloved wife and the love of his life had lost your life in a bloody battle to the death against one of your husband’s many enemies. Klaus had been no stranger to violence before your death but afterwards without you there to temper him… Something in him snapped. Not a day passed without Klaus claiming another life to add to his ever-growing collection.

“It doesn’t matter why he’s doing what he’s doing!” Finn yelled. “We have to stop him before he claims every human life in the city!”

Before either of the Mikaelson siblings could take another step the compounds gate flew off its hinges and figure appeared in the doorway.

Rebekah gasped. “Is that?”

“It couldn’t be,” Elijah murmured.

Finn and Kol were so shocked all they could do was watch as you entered the compound. You were barefoot and dressed in the same dress you’d been buried in. The sight of you sent chills down the spines of the Mikaelson siblings but you didn’t notice. You only had eyes for your husband, his back turned to you and his focus on the bodies he was rearranging like one would a jigsaw puzzle.

Klaus lifted his head to look at his siblings who were staring at something behind him. He got to his feet and turned around to meet your hard gaze. Your husband gasped and took a step back, nearly tripping over a torn arm. And then Klaus smiled at you. This has to be a dream, he thought to himself. You had stared in Klaus’s dreams every night since your passing but never before had he ever experienced a dream that felt so real. You looked exactly as you had before you had been so rudely taken from him. You even smelled the same!

“So,” you said, “I leave you alone for a mere fifty years and this,” you said gesturing to the remains, “is what you choose to do with your immortality?”

She even sounds the same, Klaus marveled, not caring that you were angry, only that you were here.

Klaus walked towards you closing the distance between you. “I’ve missed you so, my darling,” he breathed, tears welling in his arms and spilling down his cheeks.

A small smile broke out on your lips. “Yes, well the missing is over now, my love. I’m here now.”

“But when I wake—“

“Wake?” you interrupted, confused. “You think this a dream?”

“I don’t know what it is but I wish it was real.”

Your smile widened just a tad and you lifted your hand to caress the side of his face.

His eyes widened at your touch. He gasped. “Oh,” he managed to say.

You ran your hands through his curly hair and smiled. “Does this feel like a dream to you, my Niklaus?”

Klaus dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist as tightly as he could without hurting you and promised himself that he would never let go again. “Y/N” he gasped.

You cradled his head against your stomach and smiled down at him as you cried happy tears. “I’m here. I’m here,” you told him. “And I will never leave you again.”


Klaus hadn’t let you out of his sight since then.

And while your siblings had been overjoyed at your return, they couldn’t understand how you were alive. And neither could you for that matter. Klaus on the other hadn’t didn’t really care about the nature of your return. You were back and that was all he cared about.

The two of you lay curled up in front of the fireplace in the living room.

“The world is much different from how I remember,” you commented.

“Yes, and I plan to show you all of it,” he mused. “Much has changed and evolved since 1967, my dear.”

You turned around in Klaus’s lap to see unshed tears were shining in his ears.

You caressed his cheek as you had before. “What troubles you Niklaus?”

He smiled a small smile. “Nothing. It’s just words could never describe how lost I’ve been since I lost you. Finally my heart yearns no more for you are here now.” He mused as he tightened his arms around you. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you Y/N. I…never want to be without you again.”

A single tear trailed down his cheek. You brushed it way with your thumb and pressed a kiss to his cheek where the tear had been. “I will never leave you alone again, my Niklaus.”


“I promise,” you assured him.

“I wish to be with you always, Y/N. Always and forever.”

Author’s Note: Hope you like this, anon. I’m so sorry I took so long. I had the first part done but I wanted to add a little more.

Scandal 6x10 - Alternate Reality

Hello world. For the past 29 hours I have been glued to my tv, rewatching this scandal episode that I feel I have memorized verbatim but every time I watch it I see something new or different that I didn’t pick up on from the last rewatch. But my heart is open and filled with love as Shonda dedicated this episode to our star crossed lover, Olivia and Fitz.

Me coming out of my room after remaining in seclusion. I feel lightheaded. 

This episode was fundamental to the core of Scandal and what the story has always been, the evolution of Olivia Pope and her quest for life. This alternate reality did not disappoint me but left me optimistic and thoroughly sedated. For so long we have watched Olivia fall from grace that at times it appears as though we are looking at a stranger, but we are seeing a change, a slight turn on her axis. Bless you Shonda, for this episode. I never doubted the story or the quest to live a open, honest life.

Now. Let us say our Pledge of the Allegiance.

I pledge allegiance to United States of Olitz and to the republic for which is stands. One nation under Shonda indivisible with jam and love for all. Amen

We start the episode off with Olivia, Fitz and Jake in the oval. Fitz is trying to come up with a plan to free Cyrus but Jake is currently attempting to thwart his plan considering it’s something they all want, Mellie to be President. But is that necessarily true though considering Abby told Jake in 602 that she knows he doesn’t want Mellie to win. *hint hint* besides who actually wants to win an election that way and Fitz knows that they want Mellie in the White House for a reason otherwise why kill Vargas. Real Bitch and Penis did not stoop to those lengths just to support their fellow white lady. Nothing about this is right, hence Fitz wearing the light shirt and appeasing to Olivia’s former self about doing the right thing whereas we have Stevie Wonder appeasing to Olivia’s current side hence the dark shirt. A very obvious play of both good and evil, light and dark and of course the love triangle. Stuck between the two men she’s been entangled with for a few years; and her lack substance in her gut Olivia is torn as if doing the right thing will be all that right. Olivia begins to side with Fitz but the second she does Jake attempts to bring them both down about ‘something he knew 3 hours ago’

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Hoe, how did yo Stevie Wonder ass tell time? Anyways ..ugh Jake brings up Defiance being a good thing and completely ignores Olivia’s obvious discomfort and pain regarding that ordeal that took place 8 years ago. Fitz looks to Olivia for back up but she rebuffs and begins to talk about Huck dying and how many more people have to get hurt, but Fitz isn’t agreeing with Olivia or Jake regarding them doing nothing and before he leaves he tells Olivia and Jake that he needs to know whether they are 'in or out’.

With Fitz out of the office, Jake turns to Olivia and ignores her pain but begins to talk about how life would have been much worse for Fitz had Olivia not the rigged election all the while Olivia’s head is bowed in evident sorrow for all the pain she has caused to Fitz and herself. But before Jake walks out he reminds Olivia that her life would have also been worse too had she not rigged election. Cue the dream

But as Olivia flashbacks to the past, most of her prolific memories are shaped around Fitz. We see the most memorable moments for Olivia, good and bad.

Back on the plane with the original illuminati…I feel nostalgic at the sight of Hollis and that old hag Verna. Ugh. My heart’s feeling all warm and fuzzy. But as we all know in real life Olivia said ’ yes’ but in the alternate reality she says:

 ‘No. We are not fixing the election. Fitz can win. He can do this. He can turn this around. And when asked about them losing Olivia says 'At least we lose with our souls intact.’

 Wow. Olivia believes in Fitz that he can win. But we know how this story ends and it ends with Fitz losing and Olivia being ashamed and heartbroken that she could have won this for Fitz and she chose to let him fall. Mellie makes sure to rub it in Olivia’s face about all she had to say was ’yes’ and so ironic how Olivia has used that same word when she declared her love for Fitz. But anyways, Olivia is feeling the pain and you can see her clearly wondering if she made the right decision at all. Now we know Olivia enjoys carrying the weight and burden but this wasn’t her fault especially not in this world. But. It Hurts nonetheless .

 Olivia is trying to escape and act as if she doesn’t hear Fitz calling her name, but she stops and tells Fitz she wrote him a letter saying she’s sorry for not winning the presidency for him. A letter, Olivia . Really? I understand you are hurt and you would rather do what you have always done, which is run. But don’t you think Fitz is deserving of a goodbye or an answer even one as painful as the truth? But Fitz tells Olivia that she didn’t let him down, and while America didn’t chose him, she can.

Excuse me for a minute.

Okay. I’m back. But barely breathing. Olivia being Olivia bypasses Fitz’s request and tells him that she is going to Washington to help Marcus Walker get a criminal justice bill passed. Puppy eyes and lips quivers couldn’t begin to describe the yearning those two people feel every time they have to part. Fitz wishes Olivia good luck and Olivia wishes Fitz good luck with Mellie. Olivia leaves Fitz dejected and broken hearted . My eyes hurt from the light of their love, and my heart breaks for the star crossed lovers, and my thirst is finally being quenched after such a long olitz drought that I am edematous.


Two months later after breaking up with Fitz, Olivia appears to be trying to fix herself by doing what she does best, staying busy working. Abby, Marcus and even Hobo Huck are all at Olivia’s workshop. It’s old, ugly and so very unlike our Olivia yet you can see the joy that she has with owning something that belongs to her and she’s not some boujee D.C. Girl like she is today. She’s humble and appreciative of the hardwork they have put in to create this. Beautiful. That’s pretty refreshing but I will tell you what’s not and that is Olivia dating Leo. Yup I threw up in my mouth at the idea of them….but another parallel to help dig the knife even deeper into olakers heart is the fact that our Olivia did this exact same thing with Jake after Fitz found out about defiance. She went on a date and shared a bit here and there but deep down it doesn’t erase Fitz, in reality or alternate reality, Olivia can’t escape the inevitable that is Fitzgerald Grant. Wherever she goes, he is always with her.

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The only difference about Olivia’s date with Jake and her would be date with Leo is that Fitz showed up for her and stopped her from making a mistake. So you see olakers it wasn’t necessarily Jake that was special it could have been ANYBODY even Leo! And before I hand olakers the final dagger, let me say that Olivia created this alternate world, and not once did she dream of Jake being in it. Olivia wishes she never met Jake, she wishes Fitz would have came to her and stopped her date like he did with Leo.

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Freshly defeated, Fitz shows up at Olivia’s apartment ready to ask for her hand in marriage. Unlike our scandal time we’re we see these two people both yearning to be with one another but because of time and circumstance they are always parted. Not in this world. Fitz isn’t going to wait to be with Olivia, he’s ready to be out in the open with her. Fitz showed up for Olivia even in her dream, he came back for her and stood on her doorstep telling her that he’s just a ex presidential candidate asking his campaign manager to love him, and do him the honor of becoming his wife because he’s so desperately in love with her and if she ’loves me half as much as I love you then it was worth the trip’

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As Fitz professes his love for Olivia, softly in the background their song plays. 'Will You Still love me’ the same song played when Olivia was arrested for releasing Rowan and we watched Olivia silently beg Fitz to still love her in spite of her short comings.

There is a reason why that song was played. Olivia was at her worse at the time and yet she still desperately wanted Fitz to see her and love her even though she was unable to love herself at the moment. Fitz’s is requesting the same of Olivia except much different circumstances. But the message is evident and by the shutting of Olivia’s elevator door just as Fitz had shut the door on them. But in this world, they don’t give up. They Fight. Olivia quickly opens the door and said ‘yes’ faintly with such overwhelming love pouring through her. The proposal is everything and more but again the one word Mellie said earlier comes back, all Olivia has to do is say ’yes’. Something she has failed to do often in her current life, and not to mention Shonda’s subtle mention of her own book. Yes.

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I cannot begin to describe the joy still festering in my heart at the sight of Olivia following her heart instead of listening to her head, the unsurmountable joy radiating from her. Seldom does Olivia make such drastic choices without thinking it over but this time she went full force something she was unable to do in the real world out of fear.

The parallels are uncanny Mellie told Olivia in the beginning she just had to say 'one word’ and like in our realm of scandal when Olivia said ’yes’ to being Fitz’s mistress and effectively ending Fitz’s and Mellie’s marriage. Olivia done did it again, by saying yes to Fitz’s proposal. And we see Mellie lurking in the shadows at their wedding but she’s clearly over Fitz and not jealous of Olivia.
I’m sorry my pettiness is flaring up. But Olivia stays ruining Mellie’s life by getting her own life. You go girl with yo natural hair and backpack wearing self.

Now, back to Olivia and Fitz screwing the world so they could make their own.

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Me watching olitz get it on. The whimpers. The moans. The eye contact.

Reunited and it feels so good. Ladies and Gentleman Fitz and Olivia are floating in space. Olivia done magically grabbed them keys from her purse and opened the door and left everything else behind. Olivia literally left her baggage behind but does that actually mean she left it behind? Yes and no. More on that later

Can I just say that I love that Olivia dreamt of all this. She dreamt of Fitz showing up and being her beacon of light and good. While Olivia has Huck, it doesn’t replace the hearts hunger for love and affection that can’t be suppressed. When the heart speaks it speaks. The attention to detail is a thing of beauty, Shonda truly out did herself with this episode, perfectly layering Olivia and Fitz’s relationship, once again reminding the audience and Olivia and Fitz that their love is real. For so long we have seen Olivia yearning but never actually tasting the sweetness that life could bring, the joy she will find in being ordinary, the fulfillment of reaching her goals without losing herself and the one she loves. This is the tender epilogue that these two souls deserves. They have suffered enough at the hands of others and themselves, it is time for Olivia to start claiming her life and taking it in her own hands.

The wedding


We see Olivia in the dressing room with just Huck as they get ready for the wedding and Huck cut his hair and trimmed his beard for Olivia’s wedding.(don’t cry. Don’t cry, okay cry) you can see the wedding jitters plastered  on both of their faces but Olivia walks to Huck and gets him ready for their big day.


As they walk another olitz’s greatest hit plays in the background. ‘You’re All I Need To Get By.’ This song was a turning point for Olivia and Fitz’s relationship, were Fitz finally earned Olivia and Olivia was accepting of being earned. The crowd is around her but all she can see is him standing there waiting for her. Olivia doesn’t appear frightened or scared about getting married but joyfully moved at the man waiting for her to cross over on the other side. Yes, he is all she needs to get by.

They exchange vows with their eyes remaining focused only on each other. With the chapel filled with roses we have set the scene to their very own rose garden. The church is filled with gold, roses, and lights that you get this feeling that this must be heaven.


Rowan’s clearly not happy with there union even in the alternate reality just as much as it displeases him in reality. The fact that Olivia chose love over power is an enlightening moment. Olivia is giving herself the life she genuinely wants and is becoming the person she feels she could be with Fitz by her side with Rowan staying in the shadows. Who would have known how much Olivia would have changed had Rowan never influenced her.

A year into their marriage and Oliva and Fitz are still happy and very much in love; with Oliva wearing Fitz’s navy shirt these two are still newlyweds with Olivia keeping count of how many times Fitz brings her to climax. I know Olivia took that navy shirt with her when she left the White House, there’s no possible way she could have left without taking a piece of him with her.

Even though Olivia and Fitz are married; Olivia still has her commitment issues as evident by her lack of compromise on moving and Fitz being lazy with his lack of effort in everything; but one thing is certain which is Olivia still feels the calling to be more, to create a name for herself, to be somebody whereas Fitz is looking to be a nobody.

Olivia wants to get this bill passed but because Fitz isn’t President in this realm and she thereby has no real power and knows any of the Washington elite Olivia is once again powerless, a feeling she hates to her core especially when she has to watch her husband with all the power vested in him be a reporter instead of a leader that she knew he could have been had she rigged the election. Oh Olivia and Fitz.

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We don’t need to see Mellie and Cyrus and their pretense marriage and I began to ask questions about how Jake met Fitz and why now and most importantly I bet Rowan has him following Olivia and Fitz but I’m not going to do that because it’s not real and Olivia obviously doesn’t care about jake or even find him to be even equivalent to a boyfriend or stranger. So I shall keep it moving. Jake’s involvement is minimal to none and that’s why this episode is perfect.

 Ironic that Olivia has made a point to separate herself from the people she’s been the closest too and the people who tend to bring out the worse in her (Rowan, Mellie, Jake) versus the people she’s been the most distant with yet represent her moral values ( Marcus, Abby, Fitz) oh Shonda the subtle messages you are delivering in this episode has left me completely and utterly flabbergasted. Even subconsciously Olivia is aware that associating with her dad and Jake bring out the worse in her, which is why this episode is refreshing to see, Olivia is aware of the moves being played around her  but in this realm because she is not morally compromised and is wearing the white hat she associates herself with the people who do as well. Olivia is basking in the glow of light and love my friends.

Olivia with Marcus…where’s Harrison! Okay. Anyways. Olivia finds OPA and she buys it without Fitz knowing. Now, I’m not saying Olivia needs Fitz’s approval but in a marriage their is this thing called respect and communication something even in this realm Olivia and Fitz still lack. You talk with your spouse, you communicate your plans and desires with your spouse and not leave them flying in the wind. Fitz made sure to make note that Olivia wasn’t okay with buying a house but totally okay with  buying OPA. Different reality but still the same damn olitz. Even married Olivia still suffers from commitment issues and taking the next step toward the unknown.

Sidenote: can I just say that I think it’s really cute how excited Olivia is to be in the oval versus now. Our Olivia walks around the oval like she owns the place and she partially does but this Olivia is able to appreciate it in a way our Olivia never has. And Olivia taking a selfie with JFK’s poster is the cutest thing ever but unfortunately as her and Marcus wait and wait for the President they quickly see that it was a mishap and they are never granted entry into the oval. Such a sour yet profound moment for Olivia. She wants power, she wants to make a difference but she is tied.

Upset and dejected Olivia comes home to see Fitz wasting away his potential with a glass of scotch. Oh this is going to hurt, the two begin to talk around one another like Olivia normally does when she doesn’t want to fight but ends up going for the gutter…*cough 509* …*cough breakup scene* Olivia and Fitz are having the same fight they had during the breakup, Fitz being selfished, Olivia constantly hiding, and the unforgettable blows under the belt they exchange.

Olivia references the ’big dog’ again, how she looks at Fitz and she doesn’t recognize him anymore but Fitz can’t live with the fact that he failed Olivia not Olivia failing him. Fitz drinking this much is never a good sign. The thing about Olivia and Fitz is that when things are good they are great but when it’s bad; it’s bad. Fitz fills his glass of scotch while asking Olivia if she’s screwing Marcus since he knows it’s not him. Olivia fires back by telling Fitz he never had a chance of winning and that he was ’unelectable. Grant for the people? Pathetic.’

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Always one for perfect timing; Olivia found that after insulting her husband she should then confess that the reason they are miserable is because she opted not to fix the election  and she is the only person who could have given him the presidency.

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I’m not sure what Olivia was thinking telling Fitz this now, oh I know it’s called self sabotage something Olivia does frequently and the most recent being after her abortion. She creates these near impossible situations to come out unscathed just with the hopes of being able to walk away from it all. Olivia plants these moments of destruction because it is much easier to be the one leaving versus being the one left. Fitz tells Olivia she should have rigged the election and Olivia is shocked at hearing Fitz say those words but she tells him “you wouldn’t have want to win that way.” Fitz disagrees and Olivia tells him that defiance would have destroyed them but it seems that they have done that already with Fitz’s final words being ’ at least I would have been President.’ Won’t lie I was pretty nervous at this point. This was the 509 fight all over again and I found myself having flashbacks and ptsd of that unforgettable episode.

Five months later

Olivia and Fitz are still together but are they really? Everything about them is cold and distant. Big sigh and deep breath.  

Instead of focusing on politics Fitz is now interviewing Lindsey aka Quinn aka the  bachelorette. The idea of having to lower himself to such standards and with Olivia’s words echoing in his head about being pathetic. Yeah. This is bad. And with Olivia’s Bill headed to the floor she is gaining the power without the help of the White House, showing that it is possible to have power and not lose your soul but one part still remains, will she and Fitz get through this together? And with Abby handing Olivia her divorce papers. The chances of them coming out of this together are slim.

Olivia isn’t playing games, she is getting her life and leaving Fitz behind. It is safe to say that one way or another Olivia was going to make a name for herself but the thing is that being on the top alone isn’t all that fun when you don’t have anybody to share it with, welcome Abby. Abby is forever Olivia’s voice of reason and truth(4x10)  and it still saddens me how low Olivia stooped with slapping Abby and treating her the way she did when she clearly holds her to such high esteem. Olivia brings up Abby and David being happily married, but Abby tells Olivia that she never gave Fitz a chance, and she honestly never has. Whenever Fitz falls from her ridiculously high pedestal instead of lowering the legs and waiting for him to get back up she runs or makes excuses as to why they will never work. Before leaving, Abby reminds Olivia why she is still living in her apartment. Woah.  In their current realm Fitz didn’t ask Olivia to move in to the White House but just took it upon himself, whereas this Fitz asked and pleaded and Olivia opted to stay put arguing that it was too big and cost too much. In both realities Olivia always had one foot out the door, she never gave them a chance.

 Olivia has some resentment over losing the election and having to watch Fitz chose being a celebrity over being a hero, for chosing that lifestyle over her and their shared ideas and politics that were so fundamental to who they were and who they strived to be. Regardless of time or the exact definition of their relationship, Olivia and Fitz always seem to connect through politics and the ideals they envisioned. ( ex. Brandon Bill) their relationship was at one of its most tumultuous moments with Fitz going to war to bring Olivia back. It was that bill that connected them once again and Olivia was remind of the man she voted for. It must be hard a pill to swallow for Olivia and Fitz as they move in perpendicular roads . Fitz needs his ass kicked that’s for sure but stick around Olivia to receive your reward otherwise someone else will. * cough Angela* *cough Quinn*

Quinn came into Fitz’s trailer to sleep with him and all I kept thinking was ‘don’t do this Fitz’. Don’t repeat Amanda Tanner cause this time you will actually be the father and Quinn would put you on child support before your pants drop. But Fitz and Quinn kiss and soon we find Quinn on her knees…yup…Amanda tanner style. The camera pans to Fitz looking at himself in the mirror as he attempts to drink his pain away but it doesn’t work and he sends Quinn away but somewhat sobered he sees his reflection in the mirror again and this time it’s stick. It’s a chilling sight to see but a much needed moment of reflection as he looks at the stranger staring back at him.

Mellie and Cyrus staged marriage comes to a climax where Mellie once again finds herself on the losing end, having been betrayed by Cyrus and Rowan who I’m ignoring throughout this episode. Mellie having been deflated goes to OPA to meet Olivia and tell her once in for all that she was right about defiance and she hates admitting that Olivia was right about defiance destroying Fitz. The parelles and tone of this monologue. Mellie confessed that she did what she thought she had to do in order to win and now she is trapped and being controlled by Rowan and Cyrus the same way Olivia is being controlled by Rowan in our current scandal. Agreeing to defiance, Olivia did what she deemed necessarily but now she is the one trapped. One of the good things that came out of not committing voter fraud was saving not only her soul but Fitz’s soul which is ultimately what hurted Olivia the most about Defiance. Hurting Fitz hurts Olivia.

Discussing Sally’s husband’s extra martial affair with James and the ’life of pretending’ On the air Fitz stops mid sentence and walks away. Fitz had been pretending for so long in our scandal realm that he forgot at one time what it meant to actually feel. Remember, pretending is real. Fitz walking off the set is setting the tone that he no longer wants to pretend, he’s ready.

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Fitz comes home to a clearly pondering Olivia. Immediately Fitz tells Olivia the truth that he didn’t want the election, that he never wanted anything in life until he meet her. Cue the Olitz anthem ’the light ’. I just want to reiterate that Fitz has said this before, Rowan even acknowledge Fitz being a spoiled rich white boy who never worked for anything but found Olivia and was suddenly ready to be a man. This is true. Olivia showed Fitz the man he could be, the man he aspired to become with her by his side. While Olivia helped Fitz turn into a man, Fitz gave Olivia the freedom to love, and she does.

Fitz’s monologue is a thing of beauty but this wasn’t just entirely Fitz talking. This was Olivia. Fitz said everything Olivia has wanted to say but could never bring herself to speak aloud.

“Saying no to defiance was the right choice. I know that now. You tried to give me freedom. You tried to give me the chance to find happiness and I squandered it. That was on me. Only me. That’s why I’m sorry. I hadn’t  recognized it. I didn’t understand it.  I wasn’t thinking. It took me far too long to realize …. I have things to figure out. I have work, a lot of work to due; if there’re any hope of becoming the man I know I can be. The man you deserve. I still want you Olivia, if you’ll still have me.”

Olivia hands Fitz papers and Fitz timidly opens them expecting it to be divorce papers but it’s actually an ad of their soon to be Georgetown complex. Fitz picked Vermont for them and Olivia picked Georgetown. You see, unlike 509 where they broke up and went their separate ways, here in this world Olivia is claiming her life and ready to put forth the work and work towards creating a better life for her and Fitz, the life they deserve. In this world instead of fighting each other they hope to fight for one another. There is something unequivocally satisfying at watching Olivia finally seeing the life and light she’s been so afraid to have and to finally know now that it’s possible. Olivia doesn’t have to sell her soul for power and sacrifice love in order to be victorious. Olivia can claim the life she wants, if she is willing to fight for it.

Now that Olivia has found the key, she comes back from her dream with the biggest smile on her face as she once again leaves her baggage behind to find Fitz but this time I think the baggage might stay away. Olivia walking out the oval and leaving behind her pursue and coat and other possessions signifies this significant change inside her, now all of her worldly possessions me nothing to her without him by her side. The power, the money, the jewels are all an illusion that kept her from seeing the truth. Love. This episode is only about love. Olivia has denied herself this amazing love for so long and it seems that it is just now hitting her what it truly means. Love comes with setbacks and downfalls, you won’t always be happy but at least you know you have someone to fall back on if you fall. 

  But as Olivia walks through the corridor, she’s not exactly walking to Fitz but she’s running to him with such joy and vigor at what her life seems to have foretold. The mood is infectious and I feel we all have found ourselves rooting for Olivia and her pursuit of happiness as she runs to the balcony to find Fitz alone and at the same spot where she last confessed her love and desire to start a real relationship with him (4x22) . The balcony is a significant monument to Olivia and Fitz, it was here that Olivia came to Fitz after she removed her father (temporarily) from her life to create a new one with Fitz. As the camera pans on Olivia; we see her staring adoringly at Fitz with those little specks of light in her eyes. With this new found glow and light it is obvious that Olivia is feeling this extraordinary surge of love for Fitz and from Fitz. My God Olivia is in love and it feels as though she is just now realizing just how profound her love for him and the possibility of them is. Turning to Fitz she smiles at him happily as she tells him “I’m in.”  And she’s not just referring to Cyrus being exonerated but she’s ’in’ with him. Olivia is ’in’ her right frame of mind, she’s ’in’ love with Fitz, and she’s ’in’ this to win it. Olivia Pope is ’in’. I do not see Olivia making a complete 360 overnight but this is promising episode leading to a more satisfying ending.

For the first time in quite some time Olivia felt a tangible sensation she swore she lost long ago.


anonymous asked:

Dan ate two gummy bears too

LISTEN!!!!!!!!! THI S IS THE SHIT THAT MOST FUCKD ME UP ABOUT THE GUMMY BEAR VID!!! ! ! it mightve totally been a coincidence but you don’t even know how much my heart yearns for the idea that phil truly does have an established rule of eating gummy bears two at a time so they’re not lonely and it’s not just some horrifically cute shit he said for the sake of the video and obviously dan knows this rule too, so before phil even reminds him to take two he was already grabbing two and  like,,, he probs gave phil so much shit for that habit when he first found out about it, and i can just hear his high-pitched whining like ‘philllllllllll you are such a fucking flopppppppp’ but then internally being like, ugh you adorable shit i will obviously have to adapt this habit as well bc you are adorable and to be frank, you’re right, the bears cannot be lonely even as they’re being devoured, we cannot risk this, and that’s some shit children do and GOD!!! WHY ARE THEY UNBEARABLE ALL THE DAMN TIME IM TIRED~~~!!!

Precious Asshole [Jason Todd x Reader]

Anon requested: “9 and 17 with Jason, please? (I like the drama lmao) Btw I’m in love with your blog!”

A/N: Wow Mary finally posted another thing! Sorry for the lack of stories guys, really I am! I swear I’ve been working on them but sometimes my phone, computer and internet screw me over deleting all my progress, and then I just lose the will to write D: Anyways, I hope you like this one!

And this ended up SO MUCH LONGER than I expected :O

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: language, implied sex, arguments, DRAMA

Word Count: 2114

Prompt 9: “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”

Prompt 17: “You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole.”



You and Jason were never the perfect couple. Your relationship was anything but smooth. It was filled with frustration and broken promises and tears and endless hours of arguments.

The biggest challenge for you were Jason’s… extra-curricular activities. It wasn’t that you hated how empty the bed was at night–though that was also awfully painful–it was the fact that he was risking his life every night. You could barely sleep knowing that Jason was out there, putting his life on the line to save others. You were terrified that one day you’d wake up without him by your side, if you got any sleep that night. Usually you’d lay awake torturing yourself with horrid thoughts of what could be happening to Jason.

When you first brought the issue up, Jason dismissed it and reassured you he’d be fine. He asked you to place some faith in him. However, the more you brought it up, the more irritated he grew. That’s when the arguments began.

Tonight was another one of those nights. Jason was attempting to go out for the night. He was taking a night off but instead of spending time with you–something he rarely did nowadays since you worked during the day like every other normal person–he planned to go out drinking with Roy. This made you mad, and once again you brought up the fact that he was always gone, and you worried yourself to death when he was gone.

That got him angry.

“For fuck’s sake [F/N]!” Jason yelled, “how many times do I have to say it before it gets through that thick skull of yours?!”

“I can’t simply not worry!” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “I’m sorry for being a decent human being and worrying about the person she loves!”

Jason roughly put on his jacket and turned to you, eyes burning with anger. “Then what do you want me to do? Quit?! Stop saving lives because my so-called girlfriend has a weak stomach and can’t handle all the good I do for this shit-hole?!” It was a common statement, and a common insult; you were weak-hearted and selfish, but it still hurt whenever it left his mouth.

“I don’t know!” you exclaimed, “I don’t know, okay?! I just want to spend time with my boyfriend who I barely spend time with because I am so damn scared he could potentially be dead the next night! But no, he wants to go out and get drunk with his best friend who he works with!”

“I go to bed with you every night!” Jason shouted. “I spend more time with you than I do with my own family–”

“You spend more time with anyone more than your family!” you cut in, crossing your arms. “I just want you to care for once…” Your voice became small and quiet as exhaustion caught up to you. You weren’t really angry, you were just heartbroken.

“I’ve had enough of this.” said Jason, glaring at you and not seeing your heavy heart. He marched towards the door and opened it.

“Jason stop!” you cried out, mixing your despair with anger once more. “Don’t you dare leave me!”

“Roy’s waiting for me.” Jason stated, voice void of any empathy.

Your nails dug into your skin and you fought not to look upset. No doubt Jason would roll his eyes and tell you to ‘man up’. “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.” you said in a pained voice, your eyes filled with tears.

Jason narrowed his eyes at you, then said, “Good.” And then he slammed the door, leaving you alone.

It was the usual threat. You always threatened to leave whenever he left you like that, but you always found yourself waiting for him to return. In a spur of passion you two would end up tangled in sheets the next morning, and after an apology from him the cycle began again.

However, something about this was different. This time, it wasn’t really about him being a hero, it was about the fact that he chose his friend over you. You knew it may be selfish, but he spent so much time with the Outlaws, and you knew because the apartment was a mess when you got home. Not to mention they always went on missions together that could last weeks, even months. Yet after all that, after staying and waiting for him and using your money to get a decent apartment and bail him out of jail, or get someone to defend him so he wouldn’t get convicted, he still chose to spend one of his rare free nights drinking away at some bar, where some slut would probably hit on him.

You had let him off every time he walked out on you, because you knew he needed space and so did you. You knew you had no right to be so riled up about something he had been doing long before you came into his life. This time though, you had every right. You hadn’t spent time with him properly in months and he just left you. No, you couldn’t take it anymore. You just couldn’t.

You walked upstairs and packed all your clothing and belongings quickly. Even if you were paying for this apartment you could always get a new one. You took everything you owned–apart from the furniture–and left nothing behind. Once you were done, you placed your key on the table and stood by the door, looking at the strangely empty apartment.

Tears brimmed your eyes upon realizing just what you were doing. This was it. Everything you two built, gone in an instant. You were leaving, you were leaving the man you loved, and still loved.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you closed the doors and walked away.

After four hours of late-night drinking with Roy, Jason decided it was finally time to come home. He didn’t particularly want to, because it would mean facing you again.

Jason loved you, he really did, and he knew you were only worried about him but he hated arguing with you. He had a habit of leaving when it was too much for him, because it pained him to hurt the woman he loved. However, you always waited for him to come back home, which was reassuring.

He hadn’t enjoyed his night out with Roy as much as he would like to. You were right; he spent many of his missions alongside his best friend and barely spend any time with you. He couldn’t remember the last time he took you out on a date, or the last time the two of you did something remotely enjoyable that was outside the apartment. You were always gone by the time he woke up, and when you came home from work you’d be exhausted. Those few hours were the only hours he had with you.

Yet those few hours were also the best moments of his life. You were his salvation, and despite the arguments and tears and toxic words exchanged the two of you loved each other. Just being with you filled Jason with such joy he knew he didn’t even deserve. 

Filled with guilt, Jason unlocked the door to the apartment, his mind set on apologizing, but when he entered he immediately noticed more than several things were missing.

”[F/N]?“ he called out, closing the door. When all he got was silence, he began to look around. It didn’t take long to notice the things missing were your belongings, and that’s when panic set in.

”[F/N]?! [F/N] babe, where are you?!“ he exclaimed, rushing over to the closet. When he was greeted with nothing but his clothes, and emptiness where your clothes used to be, he realized what had happened.

“No…” he breathed, his heart shattering. “N-No… [F/N]…” He frantically searched the apartment, screaming your name, begging for an answer, begging to see your beautiful face so he could kiss you and apologize for being such an ass. He was in denial, in complete and utter denial. 

After his third round around the apartment, he was shaking. He dug his fingers into his hair and glanced around. That’s when he saw the key you left. He picked it up and sank down to the floor, salty tears streaming down his face as he finally came face to face with reality.

You were gone. You were gone and he knew why. In fact, he was shocked you hadn’t left sooner. He was such a fool for taking you for granted. He shouldn’t have been such a coward. He should’ve treated you like a princess and made you feel loved. Instead he just made you anxious and worried for him every night. He made you pay the rent and his, along with his team’s, bails.

He made you feel anything but loved.

”[F/N], I need your help.“ You lifted your gaze from the computer screen and saw Dick’s concerned gaze trained on you.

“Hello to you too.” you stated, “now what is it?”

“It’s Jason.”

You tensed at his name. You had only been gone for two weeks, moving into a friend’s condo until you found a new place. You hadn’t heard from him or of him during those fourteen days until now.

In all honesty you missed him so much it felt like someone was ripping out your heart. You knew you made the right decision to leave, but your heart still yearned for the man.

“He’s not my concern Dick, not anymore.” you forced yourself to say.

“[F/N] please, he’s doing bad… he’s doing real bad…” Dick mumbled. You had never seen the man so scared before. “Ever since you… left… he’s more violent, and reckless. Just last night he almost got himself killed. And when he gets home he just drinks and drinks and… I’ve never seen him like this before. You’ve got to help me [F/N], please. He’ll listen to you.”

Hearing such worrying things, your resolve to stay the hell away from Jason melted away completely and you were with Dick driving to the apartment.

Upon reaching the door, Dick gave you the spare key you lent to Jason’s family and left, saying you had to talk to Jason alone.

Taking a deep breath, you unlocked the door and entered the apartment.

The stench of alcohol made you slightly nauseous, and the place was turned upside down. Empty liquor bottles, broken shards and cigarettes were littered everywhere. You ignored all of it and searched for Jason, who you found on your bed with a bottle of beer in his hand.

“I told you Dick, fuck off.” Jason snapped, not bothering to look at his visitor. His voice was sharp and raspy, but weak. It sounded like he lost his will, and it saddened you even more.

“Jason, it’s me.” you said softly. Jason instantly sat up and stared at you with wide eyes.

”[F/N]?“ He looked like he had seen a ghost, and before you knew what was happening he was embracing you tightly. You didn’t hesitate to return it.

“You’re real.” he breathed, “you’re real. You’re here. Y-You’re actually here.” He was trembling, from what you didn’t know. Even his voice was wavering as he was overcome with emotions.

“Yeah, I am.” you whispered.

“I thought that… I thought you’d never come back.” Jason uttered, still hugging you.

“… I thought so too.” you admitted, “but look where we are now.” You pulled away and smiled kindly. Jason’s eyes widened with shock and endless guilt, and he cast his gaze down to his feet.

“I’m sorry [F/N], I’m so sorry. I-I know I fucked up, and I deserve all the shit given to me.” Jason stated, his voice full of regret.

You placed a hand on his cheek and lifted his head so he was looking at you. “I’m not going to lie, what you said, everything you said hurt… a lot.” Jason tried to look away but you forced him to stay still. He expected you to lecture him even more, but instead you gave him a loving smile. “And yes, you’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole.

“I don’t deserve you.” Jason said softly as a small smile appeared on his face.

“Perhaps, but that’s a matter of opinion.” you said, “now, let’s get you, and this place cleaned up.”

Yes, you and Jason weren’t the perfect couple. In fact, the two of you were far from it. But you two loved each other, imperfect and all.

And that was what mattered.

[Tear You Apart] • 2


Pre-Apocalypse Negan x Anastasia 

A/N: *OC is of legal age/23* (Her name is pronounced like Ana-stah-seya not ana-stay-sia). **Based on the Types of Love** Ludus is a love that is played as a game of sport. I know it took me like a million years to update! but PART 2 IS FINALLY HERE! The Tear You Apart chapters are longer than most of my other pieces, but I hope this makes up for me not updating as fast as I should haha xx 


Eros (1) || Masterlist 

Originally posted by mypapawinchester


Lucille sat by her dresser, carefully pulling out the red velvet jewelry box from her drawer that revealed her grandmother’s pearl earrings. She tightened them around her soft lobes before noticing a tiny mark on her collarbone. She traced her slender fingers along the uneven patch, blushing to herself as she looked over her shoulder to find her husband lazily sleeping between the sheets. 

Negan barely gave her a chance to clean up after their little dinner party last night. The minute the last guest walked out their front door, he had immediately pulled her into his bedroom, kissing her as he ripped her dress off. Their night turned out to last much longer than anticipated.

Not that she was complaining…

On the contrary, she hadn’t felt that kind of intensity with him in a while. The passion of last night brought back memories from when the two of them were just young lovers. Everything was new, exciting, and because she was with Negan, just a little bit…dangerous

She quietly tiptoed her way downstairs where she dug around for a scrap piece of paper, and a pen. She sat down on the kitchen table and wrote in her perfect, cursive handwriting: 

Morning my darling, I’m off to tutor the Smith’s son. My legs feel like jell-o. xo Lucille

She paused for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she re-read her little love note, the guilt wrapping around her heart. 

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Week Five: Mrs Fitz

The premise: What if Claire had conceived on her wedding night with Jamie?

You can find previous weeks/chapters here.

July 6th, 1743; Claire’s Surgery at Castle Leoch.

My dungeon of a surgery had found another use while I was away, but Mrs Fitz seemed eager for me to return to my duties and cheerfully gave me back my space. She and her small regiment of young women had just finished toting the last of the impedimenta away, leaving me in blissful solitude. The bustle of the kitchens could be heard thru the open doorway and I moved to shut it.

This done, I plodded back to my work table and sat down heavily on the stool.

Why was I so tired?

Traveling about the Scottish Highlands had certainly been taxing to an extent, but we’d returned to Leoch four days ago and I’d had ample time to catch up on sleep. Even if I hadn’t, I was used to operating on minimal sleep for days at a time. I thought I might even thrive on it. A few hours here and there were more than enough to carry me thru the day.

Propping my head in my hands, I slid my eyes shut and tried to pinpoint the cause.

Maybe I had misdiagnosed my nervous stomach.

I hadn’t been ill enough for it to have been full-on food poisoning and no one else fell ill. Even if something I ate had caused the stomach upset four days ago, it would be long out of my system by now.

I mentally shook my head; it wasn’t that.

I certainly could have contracted a virus from the many people I came into contact with in the last week. The flu would explain the vomiting, as well as my residual lack of energy, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the overwhelming feeling of fatigue had started before I had gotten sick.

Fatigue. Nausea. Tender breasts.

No. I can’t be.

Bolting out of my seat, I frantically dug thru the drawer where I kept my daily log. I hadn’t written in it very faithfully, especially while I was on the road, but it was the closest thing I had to a calendar.

My heart raced as I flipped back thru the pages.

I had my courses while traveling, hadn’t I?

I found the ones pertaining to rent collecting and my subsequent marriage, but they had no mention of my monthly visitor.

Hadn’t I?

May 29th, 1743 - Monthly begins.

June 2nd, 1743 - Left Castle Leoch at daybreak. 

I frantically flipped to an empty page and hastily sketched out the days, not wanting to entrust this to mental calculation.

Four weeks would be…

Last week.

It should have started the twenty-sixth of June and it was now the sixth of July, making me ten days late.

I’m never late.

The world seemed to spin around me as I slid against the wall to the floor, curling myself into a tight ball. My heart screamed that I couldn’t be pregnant, that I was simply late and stressed, but the incessant stream of logic in my mind told me that pregnancy was the most probable cause.

I’m pregnant. I’m going to have a baby.

It was at this very moment that the door swung open and Mrs Fitz’s cheery voice greeted me from the entryway, shattering the fragile moment into a hundred different pieces of fear and uncertainty.

“I found ye a wee bit o’–” she stopped suddenly as she came around the corner, “Ach, Claire! Whatever’s the matter, lass?”

Should I tell her? It was really Jamie’s news to hear first.

The very thought of telling Jamie I was pregnant with his child sent me scrambling across the floor in search of something to vomit in. I reached the bucket in time to turn away from Mrs Fitz as I retched. Tears fell from my cheeks, mingling with my stomach contents at the bottom of the bucket.

I heard Mrs Fitz softly pad across the room behind me before she lowered herself to the floor and began to rub soothing circles between my shoulder blades, “Ye dinna have to say a word, lass, I ken just wha’ yer feelin’.”

Oh, she does, does she? She KENS what it feels like to be pregnant by a man who you do not love? To be separated from the one you do?

I must have muttered aloud, for she cheerfully replied, “Oh, aye. I was sick as a dog wi’ all o’ my bairns. Dinna fash, it doesna last forever.”

Wiping my mouth on the hem of my apron, I pushed the bucket aside. Mrs Fitz smiled at me as she reassuringly patted my arm. I made no attempt to smile in return, but instead petitioned, “You won’t speak a word of this, will you?”

“‘Tis yer news to tell, lass.” She waved away my concern, then added, “Jamie must be proud as a peacock, aye?”

Unable to meet her gaze, I answered, “He doesn’t know. Not yet, I mean.”

She took my face in her worn, wrinkled hands and waited to speak until I looked up at her.  Her voice was gentle, without a hint of reprimand. “‘Tis a noble an’ holy thing to bear yer husband’s child, lass, no’ a thing to be ashamed of. Ye’ve given Jamie a great blessing.”

“But I don’t love him,” my throat tightened around the words, unable to fully explain myself. “I can’t, I mean, I still…”

Jamie knew it, but I wasn’t sure that I had ever actually said it out loud.

I still loved Frank.

I gave my body freely to Jamie, my time, my energy, but I could not give him my heart, for it belonged to another.

Her smile wobbled as her eyes grew misty, “I was married twice, myself, lass, an’ I didna love my second husband when we wed. ‘Twas a match arranged by the Laird an’ no’ wha’ I wished, but I did grow to love him in my own way. He was a good man, as is yer Jamie.”

Jamie was a good man. He had promised me the protection of his body and name, a vow he had kept when I put to the test. I knew that, heedless of the cost, he would do whatever it took to ensure that I was safe and cared for.

It wasn’t Jamie’s integrity that I was concerned about, it was what would happen next.

“I ken ye fear wha’ the morrow may bring, but let it be as it may. Dinna waste these precious days of carrying yer bairn by worryin’ over what ye canna change,” Mrs Fitz seemed to read my mind.

Her words rang in my ears like a resounding bell, a single phrase reverberating higher than the rest.

Carrying my child.

It took two to create a child, yes, yet this baby would be mine. He or she would bear their father’s name and maybe his looks, but I would be the one to shelter them within me, to carry them beneath my heart, to give them life even if it cost me my own.

It was in this moment, this hush between the wise and the yearning, that I knew without a doubt that I would love them. Daughter or son, it didn’t matter. A baby of my very own to care for, a child to raise, a legacy to leave behind.

After assuring Mrs Fitz that I would be fine and triple checking that the door was bolted behind her, I lay in the bed that was tucked into the corner of my surgery, wrestling with my thoughts. My knees were pulled tight to my chest, my cheeks wet with tears.

Why now? The question circled around and around above my head. I had tried to get pregnant for seven long years, why now?

A conversation I had with Frank right before I left flickered thru my mind. We had been speaking of adoption, of caring for a child who had been orphaned in the war since it seemed we could not have one of our own.

His words haunted me, a cold, icy fist squeezing around my heart.

“I couldn’t feel properly towards a child that was not of my blood.”

What would Frank’s reaction to my return be if I was pregnant with another man’s child? Would he divorce me? Leave me and the child alone in the world? Would I be better off here, in the past with the father of my child, than in the future, shunned by the man that I loved? Or would he support us, all the while holding the shame of my infidelity over my head like a guillotine blade?

There were too many questions, too many scenarios of a future I could not predict.

“Jamie must be proud as a peacock.”

He would be. I knew he would be.

I didn’t doubt that his reaction to my news would be anything but joyful, but that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that I wasn’t.

I didn’t know exactly what I was, just at the moment, but joyful wasn’t it.

A loud pounding woke me some time later. The shadows stretched long and slender across the floor as I sat up and moved slowly towards the door.

“Sassenach?” A voice called between emphatic knocks.


I stopped dead in my tracks, unsure of what to do.

“Claire?” He was quickly becoming concerned, “Are ye alright?”

“Coming!” I called, but made no move to do so.

Do I tell him now? Today? Or should I wait until I’m absolutely sure?

You are sure, a little voice ridiculed me, you just don’t want to admit it.

“If ye dinna come to the door, Sassenach, I’ll–”

Visions of him knocking the door off it’s hinges propelled me forward, quickly letting him in before he gave the castle folk enough gossip-fodder to last until next year.

“Or you’ll what?” I quipped as I stared at his shirt front, trying desperately to act normal.

Jamie shrugged, mumbling something about regretting putting the bolt there in the first place. He shoved his left hand towards me, palm up, as he gestured vaguely to it with his right.

“I, ah, am in need of yer skills,” he supplied.

After leading him to the windows that lined the southern wall and turning his hand this way and that for several minutes, I looked up at him in confusion. “What am I looking for?”

“A sliver, just there.” A blush began at the base of his neck and slowly crept its way up to his ears, turning them a dull pink.

I had to bring his hand right up to my nose to find the speck he was talking about.

“This tiny thing?” I asked incredulously. How a fleck of wood that small made its way thru his thick calluses was beyond me and told him so. “How did you even notice it was there?”

He shifted from foot to foot, smiling slightly as he looked at the floor. “Oh aye, well…”

“You know, you don’t have to come up with an excuse to visit your wife.” I dropped his hand and crossed my arms as I felt a smile tug at the corner of my mouth, my voice dropping as I teased him. “You can just stop by to say you missed me.”

His head snapped up, a huge grin spreading across his face.

A good man, indeed.

July 9th, 1743; Castle Leoch

Morning sickness is a lie, I fumed as I heaved into my bucket for the third time today. If only it would bloody stay in the morning.

It was almost time for the evening meal and I had no appetite what so ever. In fact, the very thought of enduring another aromatic meal filled with haggis and neeps in the great hall made me gag.

The nagging voice came again, You have to tell him.

I shoved the thought aside as I rinsed out the bucket and placed it underneath my work table, hidden from view.

Out of sight, out of mind.


AU where Roy and Riza have been married the whole time. 

Riza makes few concessions to femininity while on duty. She wears no makeup and chooses to wear uniform pants instead of the knee length skirt many of her peers prefer. She has long, shiny hair but ties it back in a severe coil. Her ears are pierced but the studs are utilitarian steel.

She’s terribly mysterious and quiet. There aren’t many people who can claim they know a single personal thing about her.

Riza, though usually well-kept and properly decked out in her dress blues, cannot be a paragon of military excellence at all times. Occasionally she is forced to forgo her jacket, and it is only then that something completely at odds with her persona becomes apparent.

She wears a gold chain around her neck. Its links are thicker than a traditionally feminine aesthetic, but it is intricate and handmade, with care. Like an amulet hangs a ring, small and golden. Its band is wide and etchings can be seen but not identified. Who would dare get close enough?

If one were particularly curious or brave enough to ask, and few are, they might receive a perfunctory answer as to its origins. “I’ve had it for many years,” she’ll say.

It’s a man’s band and there are some who know that Bertoldt Hawkeye has been dead for many years. The obvious assumption is that it’s his.

But bored soldiers make the best gossips.

There have been many outlandish claims and theories: it’s a trophy from her first kill, winnings from a gamble on her sharpshooting, a token from a dead sweetheart—lost to war.

Riza dignifies none of them, but Roy has successfully circulated the theory that she was secretly married once, without it getting back to her. This is widely considered the most farfetched rumor.


Edward and Alphonse do a lot of travelling. It gets a little boring sometimes, especially because they can’t take more than a couple books on the road, certainly not enough to last even a single train trip- even if they swapped!

Luckily, the Elric Brothers are the sort of people who, despite knowing each other all their lives, never run out of things to talk about. They yell jokes, play games and reminisce.

One of their favourite pastimes is finding riddles for each other. Or asking questions, seemingly without answers.

One morning on the way to Central from another repair trip, Ed asks Al, “Have you ever noticed that the Colonel is literally always wearing gloves?”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Al protests, “No one wears gloves all the time, that’s unhygienic.”

“What would you know about hygiene?”

“Brother! I read!”

“No but really, think about it for a second.”

“My gosh, you’re right!” Al practically quivers. “What do you think he’s hiding?”

“Maybe they’re all wrinkled and spotty, like an old man’s,” Ed practically cackles. “Or maybe they’re actually super tiny baby hands and he stuffs his gloves!”

Ed is too busy with his new Dream Scenario to hear Al’s protests that that doesn’t make any sense.

“Seriously though,” Al brings it up again, a day later, on another train. “What do you think he’s hiding?”

“I dunno Al,” Ed knocks his fist against his brother’s armored chest absently. “Maybe he just doesn’t like being vulnerable.”


Stabbed through both hands, bleeding and desperate to survive, Roy removes his gloves. He carves an array into the back of his hand. The part of him that is ruthlessly practical and unsentimental wonders why he never thought to do this in the first place. He would never be without a weapon, he would be safe, always. He could protect: always.

Later he’ll remember himself. He’ll regret it a little. He has given himself a terrible gift, whereas once he hoped for a day when he would never have to snap his fingers again.

Now he holds his hand above his head and lights a fire over and over again, burning Lust to a crisp; right before his subordinates eyes.

Hours later, it’s all over.

He holds his now scarred hand to his chest, pressed against his heart. A gold band gleams on his pinky.

His lieutenant sits beside him quietly. She lays her hand over his. The clamminess recedes. His hand grows warm.


When he thinks about his past, he thinks about her and the few happy days before. When he thinks about his future, he yearns for her and hopes for happy days still to come.

For now, he spends his life working two feet away from the love of his life, not quite close enough to touch.

And for now, it must be enough.

Nanowrimo wordcount: 5,548

you are that unattainable ideal
I admire from
my perch below,

an embodiment of joy
that does not seem real,
the stranger
I will never know.

you are the light
when the universe sings,
the sun can only rise
when you smile.

I am the bird
with two broken wings
who passed through
your life for a while.

I watch from below,
above me you soar,
as I try to fathom
a heart wanting you more.



the misery of
a lonely heart pleading.


the pain of a tormented
soul burning.

burning if only that I
may shine it’s light
to the sky,
to catch one more
stolen glimpse
of the wonder of you
passing by.

a little something more

request: anon: I have a request!Can you do a Johnny friends with benefits smut?Kinda angsty, but kinda fluffy in a way :) Also I love your writing!Keep up the great worka

summary: in which you and johnny become friends with benefits, but you can’t seem to shake the rapidly growing tenderness in your heart that yearns for him in more ways than just sex.

characters: johnny seo x female!reader

genre: pure smut, lil angst, lil fluff

warnings: smutty smut smut & explicit language

author’s note: so this is my first time writing a smut scenario… let’s hope I don’t completely flop lol. HERE GOES NOTHIN

You clutched onto your best friends hand as the two of you walked through the doorway, and into the chaos filled house party. The music was so loud you could feel your insides rattling and everyone in your line of sight was completely wasted. You took a deep breath before your friend was dragging you along to the kitchen for a couple drinks. Not 20 minutes into the party your best friend had already left you in the corner of the kitchen with a drink in your hand as she was off and about doing god knows what. You were never the “party” kind of person. You much rather enjoyed a quiet night in doing something far less stressful.

You took a small sip of whatever it is your friend had given you as you heard someone clear their throat from beside you. You turned your focus towards the poor attempt at an attention grabber as you were met with a very tall and alarmingly handsome gentlemen.

“I couldn’t help but notice such a pretty woman like yourself all alone. Did your date leave you here by yourself?”

You smirked at his sly choice of words, cleverly asking you whether or not you actually had a date.

“I came here with my friend, but I’m not quite sure where she’s at right now… This isn’t really my ideal setting,” you laughed to yourself as you made possibly one of the biggest understatements of your life.

“I completely understand… My friend dragged me here with the promise of a good time, but all I’ve gotten is separated from the only person I know here and booze spilled all over me,” he replied, annoyance very evident in his voice.

The small talk continued for another half hour or so before you finally got around to introducing yourselves.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you smiled as you extended your arm.

“Johnny,” he retorted, as he returned the gesture and shook your hand.


Your eyes scanned over the pages at lightning fast speed as the climax to the novel you were currently reading was approaching. But before you could even get to said part, your phone buzzed next to you. Sighing, you laid down your book and picked up your phone to see who could possibly be texting you. An all too familiar name was displayed on your screen as you read the same texts you’ve read so many times before.


Hey, wanna come over?

You laid your phone down in your lap as you contemplated your options for the evening. You could, A: Politely decline and continue spending your Saturday night with your nose shoved in a book, or, B: Accept his offer and have yourself a little “fun.” You laughed to yourself at your own childish innuendo, and quickly texted Johnny back, accepting his invite.

You hopped off of your bed and shuffled over to your closet to change out of your worn out sweats, and into something a little more flattering. You stripped down into nothing before you bent down and picked up the tiny, pink Victoria’s Secret bag off the ground. You smirked to yourself as you pulled out the brand new bra you had treated yourself to the other day. It was jet black with the perfect amount of silver embellishments to give it that sexy feel. You retrieved the matching black thong, and slipped into your new “number” as you observed yourself in the full length mirror in front of you. Not only did the lingerie look amazing, but you felt incredibly gorgeous wearing it. With one last full body scan, you threw on a pair of leggings and a loose fitting, see-through crop top, slipped on your converse, and headed out the door.

No more than 15 minutes later you pulled up to Johnny’s house. Checking yourself one last time in your rearview mirror, you hopped out of your car and headed towards his front door. You knocked twice before you heard the shuffling of feet from inside the house. The door flung open as you were now face to face with Johnny. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a grey pair of joggers (that hung dangerously low on his hips), and not to mention his disheveled hair; which looked way hotter than bedhead should look on anyone. You barely had one foot through the doorway before you were yanked inside and slammed against the cold wall, trapped by Johnny’s arms on either side of your head.

“Well, hello to you, too,” you giggled.

Bringing his lips tauntingly close to your ear he whispered, “How are you, princess? I’ve missed you,” all the while his fingertips barely grazing your sides.

You let out a shaky breath due to the abrupt change in the atmosphere. With his lips still teasingly close to your neck, he leaned in some more and placed a gentle peck on the exact spot he knew would send chills down your spine. You tilted your head to the side, giving Johnny more access area. With this obvious indication, he attached his mouth onto the newly exposed skin. Without warning, he bit down on your neck, eliciting an unintentional moan from you. That sound was all it took for his grip on your waist to tighten, and a low growl to arise from his throat.

He hooked his hands under your arms as you jumped, wrapping your legs securely around his waist. The two of you made eye contact for a brief moment before your lips were connected. Johnny carried you upstairs without disrupting the very heated make out session you two were currently having. His hands found their way to your ass, squeezing it rather harshly. Your hips jolted forward in response to his roughness, as you let out a small squeak. The sudden movement of your hips generated a great deal of friction against Johnny’s growing erection, causing him to gasp in pleasure. Wanting to get more of a reaction out of him, you continued rolling your hips against his clothed member, finding it surprisingly pleasurable for you, as well.

“Y/N…” he growled with his lips still pressed against yours.

“Yes?” you questioned, ever so innocently, as you ground your hips even harder.

Before you knew it you were being tossed on the bed like a rag doll, only to have Johnny tower over you in an intimidating manner.

“I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not gonna work. In case you forgot, I’m the one in charge. And I don’t think you wanna test me, princess, because I promise you, you’ll be sorry. Understood?”

“Y-yes,” you croaked back. So much for that plan… As much as you loved pushing his buttons sometimes, none of it’s worth the punishments he gives you for “misbehaving.” The last time he disciplined you, you were constantly reminded of it every time you sat down for the next week straight…

He began placing open mouthed kisses all around your collar bones while his hands made their way up your shirt. You sat up slightly as he pulled the soft fabric over your head, and threw it somewhere else in the room. His kisses started trailing down towards the valley of your breasts before he paused and sat back.

“Is this a new one?” he questioned, as his hands reached out and cupped the bra, running his thumbs over the intricate designs.

“Yes, it is,” you replied with a smirk plastered on your face.

“I like this one a lot… It might just be my new favorite. Good choice, baby,” he retorted as he leaned down to continue his sequence of kisses. “But as much as I do love it, it’s gonna have to come off…” he says while simultaneously unhooking your bra and tossing it over his shoulder.

He immediately grabbed both of your breasts and squeezed them roughly as you let out a satisfied gasp. You feel him smirk as he continues his string of smooches all the way down your stomach, and to the top of your pants. He hooked one of his fingers under the waistband of your bottoms, and started pulling them down at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Johnny, please go fas-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he cut you off, “patience, babygirl.”

After what felt like forever, Johnny had finally removed your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. He lightly rubbed you through your clothed heat as you emitted a breathy moan. 

“You’re already so wet for me, Y/N,” he remarked, satisfaction evident in his voice.

“Mmmm,” you moaned in response.

You peered down and made eye contact with Johnny right as he was biting the waistband of your thong and pulling it down your legs. He went back to his previous position between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs, all the while maintaining eye contact. The tingle in between your legs was now turning into a burning sensation as you needed so desperately to be touched.

“Johnny, please,” you whined as you bit your lip.

“Please what?” he asked with a smug smile on his face.

“Please touch me.”

Without another word Johnny was licking a long stripe up your pussy while he prodded at your entrance. You threw your head back with a loud gasp at the feeling of Johnny doing, what you assumed, he was born to do. The flicks of his tongue increased as he added a second digit inside your heat. You threaded your fingers through his smooth hair as you pulled lightly, causing him to moan against you. The vibrations sent a whole new kind of pleasure through your body as your back arched off the bed, and you let out a high pitched moan. Before you could register what was happening, Johnny had forced a third finger inside of you and was now sucking on your clit, purposely moaning this time. The heat in your stomach was rapidly growing as you let out multiple cries, begging Johnny not to stop.

“Johnny, I- I’m,” was all you could get out before you came, calling out Johnny’s name along with a string of curse words.

By the time you opened your eyes, that you didn’t even realize you had closed, Johnny was directly above you. He had his fingers in his mouth, licking your juices off them like it was candy.

“Mmm, I will never grow tired of doing that,” he said, more to himself than to you.

“And I will never get tired of receiving that,” you giggled as you continued to come down from your high.

“Baby,” Johnny softly called out, causing you to look up at him, “I need you so bad.”

You peered down at the tent in his pants, and then back up at him before whispering, “then have me.”

Johnny hopped off the bed as he shed himself of all his clothes, and walked over to the nightstand where he retrieved a condom. He bit it open the package, and rolled it on as he gave himself a few pumps while walking back to the bed. He crawled on top of you and proceeded to put his length right at the entrance of your pussy. You let out a faint gasp as you anticipated his next movements.

With one harsh snap of his hips, Johnny thrust into you. Throwing your head back you let out a high pitched groan as the man above you voiced an equally sinful moan. His pace started out as slow, but deep, sensual thrusts. The intensity of his movements, along with his piercing stare, left you a whining mess.

“Agh… You look so good underneath me, baby,” Johnny moaned in a rather deep and lust-filled tone.

“J-Johnny- Oh god!” you squeaked, as he hit one particular spot that had you seeing stars

Without warning, he quickened his pace. You let out a cry of pure pleasure as you unintentionally tightened around him. His grip on your waist tightened as he let out a strangled grunt. The both of you were losing your composure with every snap of his hips. He continued to assault your pussy as you felt the knot in you lower abdomen growing at an alarming rate.

“I- I’m gonna…” you whimpered as your eyes fluttered shut and your eyebrows knitted together.

“Mmm, come for me. I’ve got you, babygirl,” he hummed.

You gripped onto his shoulders and raked your nails down his toned, muscular back. You threw your head back and let out an ear piercing scream as your high completely washed over your body. Johnny’s thrusts became sloppy and erratic as he chased after his own release. Your nails dug into his biceps as whimper after whimper escaped your lips, while tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. Oversensitivity was becoming too much for you to handle, and right as you were about to say something, Johnny cut you off.

“Y/N… Y/N- Agh!” He shouted as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, and panted heavily.

You laid sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving, as he rolled himself off of you, and disposed of the used condom. He waltzed back over to you and collapsed on the bed. He draped his arm over your waist and dragged your body flush against his. His frame completely covered yours as he rested his chin on the top of your head. The two of you simultaneously let out content sighs, sparking a fit of laughter from you both. After you settled down you hear him sigh once again, but this one was different from the last.

“What’s wrong, Johnny?” you asked as you tried to tilt your head up to look at him.

“Y/N…” he paused, “I can’t do this anymore…” he whispered, barely audible.

“What do you mean…?” you immediately questioned, slightly sitting up.

“This…” he trailed off, motioning to the two of you on the bed.

“So did you just call me over here for one last fuck before telling me you want nothing to do with me anymore?” You angrily snapped, trying to bite back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

“No! T- That’s not at all wha-” he retorted in a rather panicked tone.

“You know what, just shut up and listen cause if I don’t say this now, I never will,” you interrupted him. Taking a deep breath, you continued. “Sometime in the past 7 months, I’ve fallen head over heels for you. But you were the one who suggested the whole ‘friends with benefits, no strings attached’ idea, and I was afraid if I told you about my feelings that I’d scare you off… But now that I still somehow managed to drive you away, I might as well tell you the truth.”

By the end of your confession you couldn’t stop the tears that had started rolling down your cheeks as you dropped your head, unable to look at Johnny. You felt all sorts of empty and broken. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed and cry yourself to sleep.

All of the sudden, you felt a hand under your chin picking your head up, and another wiping away the salty tears that covered your cheeks. You hesitantly lifted your head up to look at Johnny. He was already staring at you, a small smile painted onto his face.

“You’re such an idiot…” he chuckled.

“Excuse me?” you asked him, beyond confused by the situation at hand.

“You never let me finish what I was trying to say. I sure could’ve saved you all these tears; although, your eyes look gorgeous when you cry,” he paused, taking a moment to gaze into your eyes intently. “But that’s beside the point,” he snapped back, shaking his head. “What I was trying to say in the first place was I can’t do this whole ‘friends with benefits’ shit anymore because I’ve fallen so hard for you, Y/N, and I want to be more than just a ‘booty call’ to you.”

You looked him in the eyes in complete and utter disbelief. Johnny started to laugh, finding you reaction somewhat amusing.

“Johnny I swear to god if you’re fucking with me…” you warned him.

“I swear! I meant every single word. And with that being said… Y/N, will you do the honors of being my girlfriend?” He asked, failing to suppress the stupid grin making its way onto his face.

“I would love to,” you whispered, blushing like an idiot.

The both of you laid back down, and resumed your previous cuddling session. Johnny was stroking your hair, slowly lulling you to sleep. Right before sleep was about to take over your body, you felt Johnny kiss you on top of the head as he whispered,

“You have no idea how happy I am to finally be able to call you mine. Sweet dreams, princess.”

A Olicity Historical Romance AU: Touch can be so much more than just, physical.

A/N: There are quite a few flashbacks of dialog and scenes in this final chapter so I have made them italicized and bold.

Thank you all so much for reading my story and caring for and loving my AU Olicity.  This version of them was especially poignant to write and are extra special to me.  And one last thank you to @quiveringbunny for the gorgeous cover art she made for it. xoxo

You can read previous chapters HERE and AO3.


Chapter 6

Oliver had taken his mother to London knowing she would enjoy the end of the season, to be around friends and society, instead of the isolation of their ancestral home in Devonshire, which is where he was headed next.

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