now to figure out everything else

Aries: Taking the easy way out was never good for you. You’re better than this town and it’s demons. I hope you know that. I hope some day you manage to see past it all.


Taurus: It’s okay that you need to cling to memories. To keep all the love letters they wrote for you. Some people will never understand. But every time you see your picture, you see so much more then just another ghost.


Gemini: Stop picking open old wounds. There’s no infection left there. You just need to let it sit and heal. Let the memory fade back into darkness.


Cancer: You can’t smoke drink or fuck your disorder away. I know you want to. But hiding behind a cloud of smoke and long sleeved hoodies


Leo: Draw your arrows. Now is not the time to just lay down and die. Get up. Get up and learn to fight again. Know that you are worth fighting for in every way possible. That you are something amazing.


Virgo :Stop going back to the places that parts of you died at, just to torture your self. You can’t keep running the knife across your skin, then wonder why you’re bleeding. It’s time to recover.


Libra: Don’t be afraid of the person you see in the mirror. Being alone just gives you time to figure out who you are underneath all of the bullshit of everyone else. Learn that spending time alone doesn’t mean being lonely.


Scorpio:It’s okay to relax every once in awhile. You can not stay on vigil 24/7. Even the best soldier has to rest. It is time to rest. To ease yourself into calm.


Sagittarius: Everything heals. You won’t need them forever. It won’t hurt forever, just for right now. This kind of pain is temporary.


Capricorn: Shrug off all their assumptions. They don’t really know what you’ve gone through. You’re not whatever their saying about you. You’re so much more then all of their bullshit rumors and lies.


Aquarius: Do what is best for you. Even if it means leaving others behind. Sometimes you have to claw yourself up from the very bottom. Sometimes you can’t have other people there with you. But it will be okay. You will be okay.


Pisces: Stop trying to run from it all. You can’t deal with it if you can’t face it. Look up and acknowledge what happened. As terrifying as it all is.as shocking and heartbreaking as it was. You will get through it.

This weeks zodiac

Steve Dangle helped me figure out why I’m so disappointed with Sidney Crosby

Dangle said in his latest podcast that if Sidney Crosby at the end of his life wants to look back and be remembered for being a good hockey player and nothing else - then he is doing everything to achieve that right now. But if he wanted to be remembered for being a great hockey player and a good person, he would have to start speaking up for people less privileged than him. 

And that is exactly it. Sidney Crosby is undoubtedly one of the greatest hockey players of all time. But he has never done a You Can Play video, has never actually spoken up about racism and homophobia in the league, has not helped to make the sport he loves so much a safe space for everyone and now he is going to shake hands with a white supremacist in the White House. 

He could actually change some things. As the face of the NHL, his words carry a lot of weight. He could help make an actual fucking difference.

Yes, he is a good hockey player. And if that is all he wants to be, than that is fair enough. But I sure wish it were different. I sure wish the kid who got bullied when he was younger would stand up for others now. Instead he is shaking hands with the biggest bully the country has to offer.

they always tell you to be yourself and everything will work out. you give them a warm smile and nod, while in reality you feel your chest tighten and your heart twist. you want to be yourself, no one else - you are trying so hard, but when you take a look at your reflection, you notice the doubts creeping in. all of a sudden you’re not sure anymore. not sure who you are right now, not sure who you want to be. but the power, the whole beauty of it all, lies in figuring out who you are. in exploring your talents, your passions, the things and people your heart beats for. in learning what you need in order to finally feel at peace. please don’t rush. please don’t be scared if the person in the mirror looks like a stranger every now and again. give yourself enough time to get to know you.
—  be who you are / n.j.

withmyteeth  asked:

Stiles all but gives up on ever finding his red hoodie again until he finds it stashed away in Derek's loft.

A short sterek ficlet for one of my favorite followers.

Stiles ran a hand through his messy hair, groaning loudly in frustration. He was standing in the center of his room, surrounded by a mountain of laundry. He scanned one more time for his signature hoodie before finally calling it. Today, at 10:07 a.m. on September 5th, 2017, his red hooded sweatshirt was officially lost to the void. He hadn’t seen it since the spring; California summer starts early and runs late, and on the first day it was cold enough to wear it he couldn’t fucking find it. What a summer ending bummer. A summer bummer, if you will.

He shot off a quick text to Scott to let everyone know he was gonna be late to the pack meeting, and grabbed his car keys, hoping desperately his dad wouldn’t see the ‘small island village post a hurricane’-esque mess his room had become.


The second thing Derek noticed when Stiles walked in to his loft set his brow in a deep furrow. The first thing was that Stiles was an hour late, and the second was the cyan hoodie Stiles was wearing. It looked crisp and new, and Derek could smell from across the room it had just been purchased, stale department store air clinging to it. Derek wrinkled his nose. It was a total assault on his senses. Stiles was supposed to smell like himself and pack, not the mall. Stiles wore red, not this teal crime against nature. This color actually almost hurt his eyes to look at. The brunette in question was staring at him, eyebrow raised. Derek felt him tense up, probably because his alpha’s intense expression.

Derek guiltily looked away, and continued listening to whatever Erica was saying about the pointlessnss of fingerless gloves.

Stiles shook his head, unsure of what caused the gorgeous alpha to be so annoyed by just his presence, he hadn’t even said anything yet! His heart hurt at that thought, he never expected Derek to return his feelings but being scorned like this was almost too much. Derek looked younger today, like he had finally gotten a bit of rest, but apparently even that wasn’t enough to soften his sour demeanor towards Stiles. Scott clapped him on the shoulder, and shook him lightly, bringing him back to the present. Act normal, he thought.

“Nice threads. New look?” Scott asked good naturedly. Stiles frowned, it was still a sore subject.
“Nah, I can’t find my favorite red hoodie, you know, the trademark Stiles one? I can’t figure it out, I wore it last spring and now it’s just gone. Had to shell out forty bucks for a new one today, everything else has holes in it from our ‘dark forest fun times of nearly being killed by supernatural creatures.” Scott frowned, shaking his head just as Isaac nuzzled into Stiles neck from the side, scenting him.

“You know, I think I saw that one here on the couch like…maybe a week ago?” Isaac interjected, lazily launching himself from Stiles to Erica.

Derek froze, heart rate spiking for moment as his ears blushed red. His untrained betas didn’t notice, but the picture was now clear. He must have left the hoodie he had sneakily taken from Stiles’ floor on the couch last week after he had taken a nap. Smelling Stiles’ scent helped him sleep, and he had been so tired, he didn’t think taking it would be too much of a big deal. He felt guilty, sick to his stomach, and ashamed. His longing after Stiles had never really caused problems before, and he couldn’t fix the problem without giving away he had stolen the hoodie in the first place.

“Really? I must have left it here…but this place is always so clean, why would it have been here a week ago? I haven’t worn it in at least two months.” Stiles trailed off, seeing he had lost everyone’s attention to the pizza that had just arrived. (The delivery guy didnt even get to knoock, the werewolves had already been there waiting. He was so startled Jackson had to catch a few of the toppling boxes.)

A fuck ton of pizza, two twelve packs of soda, and two bad horror movies later, everyone was saying goodbye and filing out of Derek’s loft. As Stiles was leaving, a hand gripped his bare arm firmly where he had pushed up his sleeves.(Derek refused to touch the blue monstrosity.) He looked up at Derek who was wearing the same annoyed expression as earlier.

“I’m sorry I was late, is that why-”

“I need to give you something.”

“Uh..okay, big guy. What’s up?” Stiles blushed, the close proximity being a little overwhelming.

Derek led him to his dresser, and carefully pulled something out of the top one. Stiles noticed he was acting slowly, like whatever was in his arms would fall to tatters or bolt if he moved too fast.

“I’m sorry.” Derek said gruffly, looking away as he held out something stiffly. Stiles grinned, taking the hoodie excitedly.

“My hoodie, you found it! That’s amazing, I’m so fucking happy. But wait, what are you sorry for? It’s in perfect condition, it even smells good.”

“…” Derek didn’t meet his gaze. Stiles stepped closer, touching his alpha’s arm lightly. The firm muscle of his forearm stiffened, and Stiles let go.

“C'mon, what’s up?” The werewolf looked up at him, cheeks burning bright.

“I took it. You didn’t lose it. I took it without your permission and I shouldn’t have.”

“But why, I don’t understand? I don’t think you’d wear it. It’s not really your style.”

“I couldn’t sleep. After the alpha pack and Kate kidnapping me again I didn’t feel safe. I was desperate. You smell like pack and someone I can trust. It helps.”

Stiles blinked, stunned. Derek trusted him. The sexy, badass, leather-clad alpha of his dreams was sleeping with hoodie to feel safe. The pale brunette felt himself flush from his chest to his ears. Derek had been looking less tired recently, and thinking about the countless terrible hardships he’s had to endure was heart-breaking, any kind of relief he got was well-deserved.

“Oh, that’s, it’s totally fine. No worries. No big deal. Keep it. I’m glad it’s been doing a good job.” Stiles rambled, smiling bashfully. Derek looked shocked, unsure.

“You’re not angry with me.” Derek stated quietly. Stiles’ heart broke a little more, Derek apparently thought he’d be furious.

“Of course not, you’re my alpha and my friend. I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe I can help somehow. Like, bring you some of my stuff to keep around or my bedsheets or something.” Stiles yelped when Derek suddenly pulled him forward and scented his neck gently with his nose and stubble-covered chin. He’d seen the alpha scent some of the others before on rare occasions, but he’d never been this affectionate with Stiles directly. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek slowly, and damn did it feel great.

“You know, I could crash in your bed sometimes and then it’d really smell like Stiles Stilinski in here. Would that help?” Stiles was given an answer via Derek yanking his new hoodie off and pushing him towards the king size bed in the corner of the room.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles gulped again. Was it getting hot in here? Was he dreaming? Did he hallucinate from some bad pepperonis on the pizza?

Stiles fell back when the back of his knees hit the mattress, bouncing lightly. Derek crawled on beside him, about a foot away after shucking his shirt and hitting the lights off.
Derek could hear Stiles’ pulse thumping loudly, and a mixture of nervousness and arousal. Derek was startled by his findings, but definitely on board. He’d take whatever Stiles was willing to give him.

Stiles rolled over, facing away from the alpha.
“This would probably work better if you’re c-closer. Like to me.”

Derek hesitantly wrapped his arms around Stiles, nose pressed into the brunette’s hairline. He was overloaded on the familiar scent and it felt so, so good. He could practically feel the stress pouring from his body.

Stiles felt the muscles of his alpha relax, his own body going slack against Derek’s hard muscled chest. After a moment, he felt hot breath tickling his neck. Derek had passed out.

“Wow. That was fast.”

Bonus:

“I hate the blue hoodie. Take it back to the store. Burn it. I’ll give you the money you paid for it.”

Stiles chuckled in Derek’s arms. “Okay, sourwolf.” It was the start of something, he could feel it.

Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: HE SAYS I LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott McCall

I couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. Scott told me he loved me. He didn’t even realize he said it. He just said it and then went to lacrosse practice. Even worse now it seems as if he was avoiding me. I sighed slamming my head against my locker.

“ew you reek of desperation what’s got you so emotionally unstable?” My bestfriend Malia asked opening her locker that was beside mine.

“nothing it’s just that Scott might have said a thing but I’m not sure if he meant that thing he said and I guess if he didn’t mean it that would be okay but I want him to mean it and now I’m worried that he’ll be weired out that I want him to mean it and you know now he’s avoiding me which makes me think he actually didn’t mean it and I’m just so confused and that’s why I can’t stop rambling.” I said finally stopping to take a deep breath.

“well what did he say?” Malia asked slamming her locker door shut.

“well he said I love you.” I said looking at my shoes.

“wow.” She said looking at me.

“yeah I know.” I sighed again.

“well good luck with that.” Malia said walking away.

“thanks for all your help.” I called.

I let Lydia give me a ride home, I knew I couldn’t face Scott at least not yet. I was sitting at the kitchen island doing my homework when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Scott. He was smiling like the cute puppy that he is. I wondered if he was here to talk about the thing.

“hey did I leave my lacrosse jersey here?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. Really Scott really?

“I don’t remember where I put it.” He added looking in his lacrosse bag.

“Yeah you don’t remember a lot of things lately.” I mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“wait what?” He asked stopping what he was doing and looked at me.

“No your jersey isn’t here. Need anything else?” I asked.

Scott gave me a confused look.

“are we okay?” Scott asked grabbing my shoulders.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll see you at the game tonight.” I said not looking at him.

“okay well I love you.” He said dropping his hands and picking his lacrosse bag back up.

My head snapped up as soon as the words left his lips.

“what did you just say?” I asked

“I said I love you. I told you earlier today. Did you not hear me?” He asked confused.

“I did but I didn’t think you knew you said it and then you were ignoring me and that made me think that you didn’t actually mean what you said and I was just so confused…” I started but was cut off by Scott’s lips on mine.

“of course I meant it. I wasn’t ignoring or at least wasn’t trying to I was just busy. But I mean it when I say I love you y/n.” Scott said resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you too Scott.”

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

Stiles Stilinski

It was as if my whole world was falling apart. I was trying to stay positive but the realization that my Stiles might be gone killed me. He was being possessed by an evil fox spirit and we had been trying everything to get him back but nothing was working. I was sitting on Scott’s couch as the pack discussed what to do next.

“killing him might be our only option.” Aiden said crossing his arms.

I stood up balling my fists.

“you even try to hurt him I swear to god I’ll take a handful of wolfsbane and shove it down your throat.” I growled at Aiden.

Aiden’s eyes got wide as I threatened him.

“look nobody is hurting or killing anyone okay were going to figure this out.” Scott said sighing.

I sat back down silently praying that we could get my Stiles back. I missed him. I missed how nervous he got around me and I miss how he geeked about everything. I was craving his touch and his lips. It killed me that he wasn’t here right now. The worst part is I think I’m in love with him and I’ll never get to tell him. Scott was about to say something else when the lights started flickering before going out completely.

“what’s going on?” Lydia asked panicking.

I heard Aiden growl and then glass shattering.

“It’s the oni and void, y/n Lydia get out of here.” Scott yelled.

I found Lydia’s hand in the dark and we started to sprint up the stairs. We got to the top but there was an oni blocking it. It pushed Lydia down the stairs before turning to me. I ran back down the stairs heading for Scott’s back door. I stopped seeing who was blocking the door.

“Stiles.” I breathed.

I knew it wasn’t him but I needed it to be.

“think again.” The void said laughing and approaching me.

I took a couple steps back but there was two oni members blocking me in.

“oops looks like you’re stuck here with me.” Void said laughing again.

I started to have a panic attack.

“Stiles please. I know you’re still in there. Please don’t do this. Stiles please.” I begged with tears in my eyes and in between shaky breaths.

Suddenly Void screamed. It looked like it was in pain.

“Y/n go now.” Stiles screamed moving out of the way.

“Stiles?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“hurry up I can’t fight it for long.” Stiles said groaning in pain.

I knew at that moment I should’ve ran but instead I walked over and kissed his lips. I needed him and I knew that if I didn’t do it now I might regret it.

“please y/n I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” Stiles said letting a tear slip down his cheek.

Stiles pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore. I stopped to take a breath when I realized…

I didn’t say it back.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek Hale

“that was a close one.” I said wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“yeah speak for yourself.” my brother Scott said looking at the scratches that were healing on his torso.

“well you’ll heal.” Stiles said hopping in his jeep followed by Scott and myself.

We were trying to fight the alpha pack. Unfortunately our plan fell through so Ennis and Kali and the twins had chased us through the hospital. We managed to get away but not without a few bumps and bruises and well some scratches for Scott.

“Derek is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” Stiles said driving down the road towards Scott and I’s house.

“He’s not Scott’s alpha so it doesn’t matter.” I snapped from the back seat.

The truth is Derek acted like he controlled me all the time and it drove me crazy. Scott was my twin and I know he wouldn’t let anything happen to me but Derek for some reason thought he was incapable of protecting me. He treated me like I was a child. I couldn’t help without some comment from Derek.

“look Derek doesn’t have to know.” Scott said rubbing over his still healing chest.

“Damn Kali got you good.” I said looking at my brother with concern. 

Stiles pulled in our driveway and we were met with the hard glare of Derek Hale. Isaac stood behind him with a guilty look on his face. Damn I knew I shouldn’t have told him our plan.

“hey Derek buddy what’s happening.” Stiles said getting out of the jeep.

I got out with him glaring at Isaac.

“where’s Scott?” Derek asked Stiles but was looking at me.

“In the car uh sleeping yeah he was real tired.” Stiles said rubbing his neck nervously.

Scott hopped out of the car his chest still not fully healed.

“It was my idea Derek. The truth is I thought we could do it without you but if were going to take down an alpha pack we need everyone.” Scott said walking closer to Derek.

“Do you realize how stupid you guys are? You could’ve gotten hurt or even worse killed.” Derek growled.

He was talking to all three of us but I could tell it was mostly directed at me.

“well Scott did get hurt.” Stiles said causing Derek to growl at him.

Stiles held his hands up in surrender.

“We’re fine Derek we don’t need a babysitter.” I said brushing past him and walking in my house and up to my room.

A few hours passed when I heard someone open my door. I looked up to see Derek leaning against my door frame. I rolled my eyes turning back to my physics homework.

“here to lecture me some more?” I asked not looking up from my homework.

“I lectured all of you.” Derek said.

“please I know you were specifically directing that at me.” I said rolling my eyes and standing up.

“oh yeah and what makes you think that?” Derek growled.

“because you always do this to me that’s what! Derek you treat me like a child, okay you yell at me for wanting to help and gosh it’s like I can’t do anything without you criticizing me for it! Scott can protect me okay I don’t need you to babysit me all the freaking time.” I yelled letting all of my frustrations out.

Derek stood there for a minute not saying anything.

“I know he can, honestly you don’t need Scott either you could protect yourself I know that.” Derek said his voice just short of a whisper.

“then why do you keep yelling at me?” I asked more confused now than ever.  

“because I’m not good at this.” Derek said looking at my face now.

“good at what Derek?” I asked feeling my heart race from how close he was.

“look y/n I.” Derek started but stopped himself.

I sighed and turned around to go back to my homework but Derek grabbed my shoulder making me turn back around. In one swift movement he crashed his lips on mine pulling me close to his body. I kissed him back surprisingly.

“I love you.” he said looking down at his feet.

“Derek I don’t know what to say.” I whispered shocked at his confession.

“don’t say anything then.” Derek snapped turning around and walking out the door.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

Isaac Lahey

“has anyone seen Isaac lately?” I asked my friends at the lunch table.

Isaac has been kind of distance since the whole thing with the Darach and well the alpha twins who have been torturing him.

“I think I saw him near the cross country course.” Allison said looking up from her lunch.

I gave her a smile before making my way outside. I was stopped by Ethan and Aiden.

“where’s your little boyfriend?” Aiden said invading my personal space.

“we’ve been looking everywhere for him, we got some anger to let out.” Ethan added smirking at his twin.

“leave him alone.” I growled balling my fists.

I was just a human, a tiny one at that but I would beat them up if I had to.

“ooh getting feisty aren’t we baby.” Aiden said putting his hand on my arm.

“get off of me.” I said trying to shrug his hand off.

suddenly I heard a growl coming from behind me. Isaac grabbed Aiden’s hand flinging him to the ground.

“get away from her.” Isaac growled shoving me behind him.

“oh yeah what are you going to do about it.” Ethan taunted while Aiden got up.

Isaac’s eyes turned their golden color and his claws started protruding from his hands.

“Isaac this is what they want, they want to get this reaction out of you.” I said grabbing his arm. 

Isaac jerked his arm away before growling and running towards the twins. Ethan and Aiden took off running with Isaac close behind. I then took off after Isaac. I quickly lost sight of the three boys. I stumbled around in the woods until I heard a loud growl. I ran towards the source when I saw the twins holding Isaac by his arms. I looked around finding a sharp stick. I ran forward stabbing Aiden’s hand with it. He let out a growl dropping Isaac’s arm. Isaac grabbed Aiden throwing him into Ethan.

“I suggest you leave before I kill both of you.” Isaac threatened breathing heavily.

The twins smirked before leaving. Isaac turned to me now back to his normal self.

“are you okay? You shouldn’t have ran after them, that’s what they wanted.” I rambled checking his body for any signs of injuries.

“y/n i’m fine and I know but I couldn’t take him touching you.” Isaac said balling his fists again.

“look Isaac everything is okay, you can calm down now.” I said slowly unclenching his fists.

“no it’s not okay. I love you and their using it against me. I’m worried somebody is going to take you away from me.” Isaac said sighing.

I was silent for a couple seconds. This was the first time Isaac has told me he loves me.

“I love you too Isaac. I’m not going anywhere.” I finally said walking into his open arms.

I knew nothing could be bad now because Isaac and I loved each other and love was one of the strongest forces on earth.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Liam Dunbar

It was about 3 o'clock in the morning when I heard a light tap coming from my window. I opened my eye looking at the clock before sighing. Whoever is waking me up at this time better have a damn good reason for doing so! I walked over opening my window to see my boyfriend Liam about to throw another rock.

“Liam it’s 3 o'clock in the morning what are you doing?” I asked looking at him.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in days. He’s been really different lately and I didn’t know what was going on. He wouldn’t tell me either. He just said that he was fine but I knew he wasn’t.

“can I uh come up?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“sure just let me go unlock the door.” I said turning from my window.

I heard a loud thud and suddenly Liam was in my room.

“how in the world did you…” I asked looking at him shocked.

“I’ve been practicing my jumping lately.” Liam shrugged sitting on my bed.

“Liam my room is on the second story.” I said looking at him.

“look that’s not important.” He said looking down at his feet.

I walked over sitting beside him. He looked so broken, it broke my heart seeing him so sad.

“Liam what’s wrong?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“I can’t sleep I keep having nightmares.” He confessed looking down ashamed of himself.

I pulled him to my chest playing with his hair.

“tell me about it.” I said softly.

“I keep seeing this creature it’s made of all bones and it’s trying to hurt you.” He said sitting up and looking at me.

I felt even worse now that he was having nightmares about me.  

“Liam I’m fine babe. Nobody is after me okay and there are no bone creatures.” I said resting a hand on his cheek.

“if only you knew.” Liam said putting his hand over mine.

I was confused by his statement.  

“knew what Liam. You know you can tell me anything right?” I said scooting closer to him.

It looked like he really wanted to tell me something.

“uh just that I love you.” He said pulling me into his arms.

“I love you too Liam.” I said cuddling closer to him.

I could tell he was keeping something from me though and I was going to find out what it was.

Originally posted by showandwrite

Brett Talbot

“Brett do you not see what this girl is doing to you?” Satomi screamed at her beta werewolf.

“She isn’t doing anything to me.” Brett defended.

I was standing hidden watching the whole thing go down. I knew Satomi didn’t like me but I never expected her to react like this.

“do I have to remind you what we are? Brett we are buddhist werewolves we don’t fight unless we necessarily have to are you forgetting that?” Satomi growled.

“it’s my fault not hers so stop blaming her for everything.” Brett growled back.

“she’s in a different pack, she’s dragging you in to their pack business. You keep getting hurt because of her. soon she’s going to get you killed. Not to mention she’s a former werewolf hunter.” Satomi seethed.

Her words stung. Brett was helping us a lot lately with the problems we were having in Beacon Hills with Theo and his chimera pack. I didn’t ask him too, he knew I could take care of myself but he insisted on helping. I tried my best to make sure he didn't get hurt. I was brainwashed by my grandfather into hurting werewolves but I’ve changed a lot since then thanks to Brett.

“she made some mistakes okay she isn’t perfect. But can I remind you that she saved all of our asses when the dead pool was going on. Lori and I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her. I’m not getting hurt because of her, she saved me physically and emotionally and you can’t handle that I might actually be really happy Satomi.” Brett growled his eyes glowing their golden yellow.

Satomi growled back flashing her red alpha eyes. I finally stepped out of the shadows getting her attention.

“Satomi.” I said lowly.

She growled glaring at me. Brett came over pushing me behind him.

“look Satomi I know you hate me and I’m sorry for everything but I’m not that same girl I was. I don’t want Brett involved either and trust me I’ve tried to get him to stay away but he won’t. I promise to protect him Satomi, I promise to keep him out of things from now on.” I said quickly glancing at Brett.

Satomi’s eyes turned back to their normal color as she took some deep breaths.

“Satomi I love her.” Brett said looking down at me.

I couldn’t fight the smile that crept on to my face. Brett loved me.

“you love her?” Satomi said looking at him with a small smile.

“very much.” Brett confessed wrapping his arms around me.

“do you love him?” Satomi asked looking at me.

I looked up at Brett smiling.

“yeah I do.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“that’s all I needed to hear then.” Satomi said looking at the both of us.

Originally posted by chimeracuddles

Theo Raeken

“he’s not good for you.” Scott said grabbing my arm and forcing me to look at him.

“can we remind you that he tried to destroy all of us.” Stiles said shaking me.

“seriously you’re pretty and could have anyone yet you pick Theo?” Malia said throwing her hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and started walking away from my friends, but really they weren’t acting like friends right now.

“uh excuse me young lady where do you think you’re going?” Stiles said blocking me from leaving.

“Stiles move.” I growled trying to move him.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.” He said stubbornly.

“except you’re not my father I don’t have too.” I said gripping his arm and moving him finally.

I may be a girl but I was strong and without the help of supernatural abilities.

“that’s a strong grip you got there.” Stiles said looking at his now red arm.

“look guys I know what you’re thinking but Theo is different okay He’s changed. He did also help us defeat the ghost riders are we forgetting about that? He’s hurt and he’s going through a rough time adjusting so could you at least give him a break.” I said looking at my friends faces.

“I don’t mind Theo.” Liam said finally walking in the room.

“see Liam knows what’s up." I said patting Liam’s shoulder.

"see you guys.” I said walking out the door.

Theo picked my up in his truck and we drove to an abandoned warehouse. On the way there we made small talk. He didn’t ask about the pack and I didn’t tell him anything.

“why are we here?” I asked looking around at the abandoned lot.

“thought we could be alone.” Theo said leaning in and capturing my lips in a kiss.

I didn’t waste time in kissing him back. Theo put his hands under my shirt lifting it over my head. I crawled over to his lap not breaking the kiss. Theo moaned as I moved my lips to his neck. That’s when I saw the pillow and blanket in his back seat.

“Theo what is that?” I asked pointing to his backseat.

He looked at me and sighed.

“It’s nothing y/n.” He said pulling my lips back on his.

I quickly pulled away not wanting to drop the subject.

“Theo are you staying in your car?” I asked looking in his eyes.

He looked so lonely so broken.

“does it matter?” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“what do you mean does it matter of course it matters!” I said moving back to the passenger seat.

Theo was about to respond but a knock on the window interrupted him. He rolled down the window to be met with a gun to his face.

“Theo.” I said my voice shaking.

We looked around and the car was surrounded by people but not just any people, hunters.

“Theo.” I said again this time with tears in my eyes.

Theo raised his hands in surrender.

“get out wolf boy." The hunter said with a grim voice.

 He started to open the door but I quickly grabbed his arm.

"y/n stop. If I don’t get out they’re going to hurt you. Now you listen to me okay. I’m going to get out and you’re going to jump in the drivers seat and get the hell out of here. promise me you’ll do that.” Theo said looking at me.

“No Theo you can’t they’ll kill you.” I said now fully sobbing.

“god damn just promise me” Theo growled.

“I promise.” I said my voice cracking.

“just remember that I love you okay.” Theo said kissing my lips before getting out of the car.

I did what he said quickly getting in the drivers seat and backing his truck out of the lot. I still heard the gunshots feeling my heartbreak after each shot was fired. I silently prayed that somehow he would survive because I loved him too.

so I wanted to try this out and I actually like how they all turned out. Comment if you think I should do more of these!

bandmomfriend  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could help me figure out how to draw hair. I don't really mean in a realistic style, just something that I can start with. I'm wanting to improve on drawing people, but I can't seem to get the hair (along with everything else, but I'll stick to hair for now lol). Thank you so much!

These are just a few little tips. Remember to use sweeping strokes, rather than short blunt ones!

A way too personal life update

So I️ know I️ haven’t really put myself out there a lot but I’ve been making a lot of changes lately so I’m gonna share something a bit personal with you all. I️ have been going through one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through for the last 2 weeks and I️ wanna talk about how that’s been and also some of the insights I’ve had from it. I️ have had a lotttt of internal struggles throughout my life and what I️ mean by that is that there haven’t been a lot of hard things that have happened to me necessarily, but a lot of hard things have gone on inside of me that I’ve had to deal with. But this time it’s something internal and external. And it involves other people. And it is the most overwhelming thing I️ have ever experienced. I’ve never cried so much or felt so internally crippled as I️ did these last two weeks. I️ had a bit of a breakthrough last night but I️ know this is not the end of all of this. This is going to continue to affect me for a while. But I️ feel like I’m getting up from the initial fall and here is how I️ did that:

When it happened I️ was completely devastated. Overwhelmed. Broken. In a different and deeper way than ever before. So I️ accepted it. I️ realized ok wow I️ am not okay at all and I’m not gonna pretend like I️ am. I️t was so hard to talk about at first so I️ just told my friends that I️ wasn’t okay but I didn’t really know how to talk about it. I️ made a playlist of songs that fit my situation and also songs that gave me hope. And I️ listened to it constantly. I️ gave myself permission to not be okay. Permission to fail. Permission to be basically a lump of a human for a little while. And I️ told my family and friends “hey look I️ am not myself right now so I️ need you to be gentle with me and not expect what you used to expect from me cause I️ can’t give that right now. I️ won’t be able to be there for you like I️ used to be. I️ need support and I need space to take care of myself.” And for once in my life I️ stopped thinking about every other person in the world and I️ started to think about myself. I️ took naps. Long naps. A lot of them. I️ said no when I️ wanted to and I️ said yes when I️ wanted to. I️ called people out when they were being insensitive or making me upset instead of trying to let it go like I️ usually would’ve. I reached out to friends and family members and I️ talked about myself and my problems for long periods of time and I️ didn’t feel guilty for it. I️ didn’t rush and I️ let myself be a few minutes late if I️ couldn’t get everything done in time. I️ learned that people will live if you’re a few minutes late. I️ listened to guilt trips and backhanded remarks and instead of feeling guilty I️ let them bounce off of me cause after all, I️ have permission to not do my best right now. I️ got angry. Really angry. Which is something that’s hard for me cause I’ve never really known what to do with anger and I’m still trying to figure that out. I️ listened to angry music on walks and I️ wrote scathing letters in my journal that no one else would see. I let myself be upset, irritable, and detached and didn’t worry about how others would respond to it because I️ honestly just didn’t have the energy. I️ confronted people in my life that have hurt me. I still have a few more people on that list, but I’ll get to them when I️’m ready.

There were 2 really important things I️ did.

I️ surrendered.

And I️ trusted.

I️ surrendered to the hurricane of emotion inside of me. I️ let myself feel whatever I️ was feeling and I️ didn’t apologize for it or try to change it. I️ rode each wave until it crashed. I️ trusted that God would get me through it. I️ got mad at God, I️ didn’t really pray a lot, but at my worst times I️ asked Him to get me through this and I️ trusted that He would.

It’s really hard for me to not really try in life because I️ am constantly thinking about my life and what I’m doing and why I’m doing it and where I’m going and what it all means so it was terrifying for me to look at myself and see that I️ wasn’t really doing anything. I️ wasn’t moving toward anything. I️ wasn’t focused on anything other than trying not to lose my mind. And there was no future I️ could think of that sounded good to me. I️t all just sucked, really. I️ had been living with absolutely no purpose and I️ hated that more than anything. I️ realized I️ had to find purpose in just being alive. I️ was watching Stranger Things 2 and the scenes where eleven was living in the woods just trying to survive really hit me because literally her entire life’s goal and purpose at that point was just to stay alive. She didn’t have a job, she wasn’t helping anyone, she wasn’t making any impact on the world yet we were all rooting for her to catch another squirrel or whatever and keep herself alive. There was meaning and purpose in it. So that became my purpose. Just live. Just get through it. Literally just live. Another. Day. So many destructive thoughts came into my head of things I️ could do to escape this situation and some of them sounded sooo appealing but I️ knew that if I️ did those things it would just make everything worse. So many dark thoughts came into my head but I️ did my best to push them out because again, I️ knew that succumbing to them would make everything worse. I️ had a quiet hope in my heart that God would take care of me and that hope is what pushed me to keep going. And when everything was too much, I️ just took a long nap. Or I️ just cried my eyessss out. but even when I️ felt so dark and defeated, I️ never lost that quiet hope inside of me.

I️ see it like this. When you are in the storm, you have to just accept it. Do your best to stay afloat and deal with the storm at hand. It’s terrifying and it’s so hard, but you have to trust that soon enough the coast guard is gonna come and get you out. He always does. And you’ll be back on the shore before you know it. You can’t ignore the storm and you can’t stop it from coming. You just have to get through it and no matter what, never lose touch with that quiet hope inside.

Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]



“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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  • “Is it too late to come over?”
  • “Hey, let me in. It’s so cold out here.”
  • “I wasn’t sure if you could understand my language, what with you being ancient and all.”
  • “When I told you that you could come along, I meant silently.”
  • “I’m the opposite of flexible.”
  • “You’ve been talking for eight months and you still don’t know their name?”
  • “You wanted to stand out, so now you do. Is this not what you meant?”
  • “I can’t sleep at night anymore. I don’t like closing my eyes.”
  • “You stood there and let it happen. You get to face the consequences.”
  • “I can’t say this was one of my proudest moments.”
  • “I figured that I could mold myself into someone you could admire whilst you were gone.”
  • “You stop me from making bad ideas all the time. Of course I got a little dependent on that.”
  • “Take a look at what I have to do and now tell me it’s easy.”
  • “They were conducting experiments here. I was a part of that.”
  • “You can teleport! Surely you can get us out of this mess, right?”
  • “Even a master such as I can make mistakes.”
  • “I’ve been patiently waiting, but I can’t do that anymore.”
  • “Sometimes change only happens when we make it.”
  • “Whoever put you on my team is getting a stern talking to.”
  • “Even after all the evidence I collected, you don’t believe me?”
  • “You said it was rare, but that means it’s happened before, so there must be someone else who knows about it.”
  • “Rock, paper, scissors solves everything.”
  • “I was trying really hard to listen to you, but I’m so bored.”
  • “I won’t forget this.”
  • “After a lot of confusion, I think I’ve finally figured this out.”
  • “If being honest is all I have, then so be it.”
  • “Why am I here? Why, that’s easy! You asked for a miracle, remember?”
  • “We’re already fifteen minutes into the project. Why are you trying to stop me now?”
  • “I can practically taste the disaster.”
  • “I promise you that you don’t want to stay around here for long.”
  • “If you find a way out of this, take me with you.”
  • “None of this was my idea.”
  • “You were the stone and we were the birds.”
  • “It wasn’t hopeless. Look at what you’ve accomplished.”
  • “I never minded when you were around me. Why would that change?”
  • “Hate to break it to you, but you’re turning into an alien.”
  • “Don’t you dare let go of my hand. You hear me?”
  • “Duck your head and follow me.”
  • “Thing is, if I continue to think about it, I’ll only get more anxious.”
  • “I never wanted this for you. For any of you.”
  • “Do those marks look like they were made by an animal to you?”
  • “If I had said something else, would it have made a difference?”
  • “It’s garbage night. That means we lay here and feel like trash.”
  • “Maybe if I turn the music up louder, I’ll be able to ignore it all.”
  • “I wonder if it still qualifies as a problem if it doesn’t affect you personally? Hm?”
  • “Take a look around. This is our world now.”
  • “Were you expecting the aliens to be hostile?”
  • “Let’s break the rules and take over the world.”
  • “It’s time you knew where you actually came from.”
  • “Truth be told, you’re not the first one I would have chosen for this.”
  • “If it was easy, don’t you think I would have changed already?”
  • “I’ve been dead for so long, I’ve forgotten how to live.”
  • “Making you mad is so easy. I’ve been trying to see if I could set a new record.”
  • “Why do you always assume everything is my fault?”
  • “We have a special guest. Go clean up.”
  • “Together, we can find a way.”
  • “You can call it anything, but that was love right there.”
  • “I know you’re headed in the right direction.”
  • “If I hadn’t held you back, who knew what would have happened?”
  • “I like it when you sing to me. Why’d you stop?”
  • “Can you blame me for my excitement? This is huge!”
  • “I didn’t need you to come along. You messed everything up.”
  • “What’s the interrogation for?”
  • “Can you imagine how boring an endless slide would be after the thirty minute mark?”
  • “We can make this work.”
  • “It’s like all I can ever do is make you unhappy.”
  • “You could have talked to me if you needed it.”
  • “Why would I turn you? You don’t want this life. I promise you that.”
  • “I can see the end. Hurry!”
  • “Getting lost in a maze with you was a nightmare that I can only hope to never experience again.”
  • “I don’t know if I should trust you to get us there safely.”
  • “Did you finally have enough of me?”
  • “Believe it or not, I’m actually tired of people comparing me with them.”
  • “I’m tired of you doubting me. At this point, what do I have to do to prove myself?”
  • “I don’t say it often, but I do love you. Very much so.”
  • “I like the friendship we have, but I want something more.”
  • “Well, the vision I had was pure chaos. Let’s prevent that, shall we?”
  • “I’m proud of you. That you moved on.”
  • “Contrary to popular belief, I am actually a mind reader.”
  • “I didn’t know how to ask.”
  • “I don’t want to bring you down, but sometimes I need your support.”
  • “I’m sick and tired of living here. It’s so bland and boring.”
  • “I don’t want to be alone for the vacation, so come with me. Drop everything and pack up.”
  • “I’m way too nice to do that, sorry.”
  • “You can’t pick and choose which parts of me you can fix.”
  • “There’s no reason to be so cold.”
  • “Wishful thinking is a blessing in disguise.”
  • “Look! You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”
  • “We got this far and it’d be a shame to turn back now.”
  • “I can’t just leave it here. It was all cold and alone. Come on, please?”
  • “You look over there and I’ll look over here.”
  • “I’ll do all the chores for two months if you do my paper for me.”
  • “I thought you liked my stories?”
  • “Can you remember how nervous you were? Now look at you!”
  • “I am glorious, admit it. Maybe it’ll rub off on you.”
  • “I wasn’t afraid. I was just… Concerned.”
  • “Your heart was in the right place. It’s the thought that counts.”
  • “I was ten minutes late. There’s no way they didn’t notice.”
  • “I’m both a lover and a fighter. I’ll take you down and then give you a kiss.”

Many years have passed since. Time has smudged the memory like ink on damp paper. Still, I managed to remember the important parts. Or at least I think so. How do we know what is important if all the other details are forgotten?

It was the middle of summer. A muggy day in a town I’d never been before. We stayed in a small house by a green lake. My father handed me my bag from the trunk of our Volvo. A screen door creaked shut behind me. It was not long before sand had seeped into every slit in the hardwood and every crack in the sofa. My mother never could seem to sweep it all up. I remember flip flops and sunburns and tangled hair. I remember the sound of my parents’ bickering turning into shouting.

Much of that day I spent underwater. I think I liked the way the silence was loud enough to block everything else out. Maybe that green lake was my friend in that way.

I don’t remember the reason why they fought or if it had truly been as bad as I thought. And yet the reasons seemed so important then. No matter how hard I tried to ignore their voices, I found myself replaying their words in my mind. Trying to figure out how to mend their wounds. I always thought there was something to be fixed and someone who needed to do the fixing. I thought I was that person. I know now that I never was.

My father took me outside. We sat side by side in plastic chairs. The sunlight had disappeared behind the trees. I could feel his eyes on me, mine stared ahead; too weak to look back without giving into the tears. He told me it wasn’t my fault. Then he told something I haven’t been able to get out of my head since that night.

“Ilee, how are you supposed to know when you’re truly happy if you don’t know what it feels like to be sad?”

I stayed quiet and the next night put my bags back in the trunk of our car. Sand had found its way into my socks, in the spaces between my toes. I guess that was a part of that place that I carried home with me.

No one said much on the car ride home. And when we finally got home, things went back to the way they were. I still thought about what my father had told me. I found myself thinking of my life in terms of opposites. Could I only know love if I first understood hate? Could I only really know wealth if I once knew misfortune? These are questions I still ask myself. But maybe it is not about knowing but appreciating. Perhaps you cannot truly appreciate happiness without first experiencing sadness.

For the rest of that summer, I appreciated every moment of happiness with more vibrancy. Or perhaps it just felt more vibrant in comparison to what I had felt that day by the lake. Or maybe there is no a difference.

—  I.W.

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Okay but how about Maggie trying to calm down Alex after the thing with mon el

Come over.

That’s all the text says.

That’s all it says, and that’s all she’s heard from Alex all day, which is unusual, but she’s not surprised.

Not surprised today, because today was her dad’s first day back in the DEO.

Today was all about Jeremiah, all about Alex, and Maggie is alright with that.

Of course she is.

But when she gets her text – her simple text – she rushes.

She knocks, because she could let herself in, but today was bound to be emotional, and today was bound to be hard.

She’s surprised when Alex just says “yeah.”

When the door is unlocked.

Because Alex Danvers never leaves her door unlocked.

But Maggie doesn’t know – not yet, not yet – that Alex texted Maggie and drank her way through a quarter bottle of liquor, straight.

Maggie doesn’t know – not yet, not yet – that Alex left the door unlocked because she trusted Maggie to rush. And she didn’t trust her legs to be able to get her to the door smoothly by the time Maggie gets there.

”Hey,” she offers as she steps inside, locking the door softly behind her because she knows Alex feels better that way. Hell, she feels better that way.

Alex doesn’t turn toward her, and part of Maggie relishes the trust they’ve built in just a few months. The other part of her stomach sinks as she walks around to try to get a look at her girlfriend’s face.

The other part of her stomach sinks as she sees the liquor bottle that she happens to know was much, much more full this morning.

”What’s wrong?”

Alex says nothing, and Maggie braces herself on the counter with a shaky hand.

“How was your dad’s first day?” she asks, her voice soft, her voice nervous, her voice just this side of apologetic.

Alex answers by draining her drink – draining it long and hard and completely – and Maggie’s eyes watch the way Alex’s hands are oh so slightly unsteady, the way her eyes are oh so slightly unfocused.

The way her eyes have been refusing to meet hers this entire time.

“That good, huh?”

She shifts onto the stool in front of Alex, grateful for the way Alex responds to her touch on her calf, the way she automatically moves her foot so Maggie can sit down.

Grateful, at least, that Alex seems to want her there. Seems to accept needing her there.

Even if she won’t speak.

Even if she won’t look at her.

She goes to pour herself another, and Maggie’s heart clenches.

”Whoa whoa whoa, okay. Hold on.” She guides Alex’s hands away from the bottle and Alex just retreats into herself, looking for all the world like a small scolded child, in that little grey hoodie, shoulders rounded, arms limp, body as tiny as she can make it without actually scrunching up.

It breaks Maggie’s heart. But not, she knows, as much as Alex’s heart must be breaking.

”Hey,” she says, and Alex still won’t look up. Maggie touches her arm softly, softly. “I’m here. Okay? You can tell me anything.”

Alex nods, but she still won’t look up, and Maggie’s left hand reaches for her, almost of its own accord, and her index finger settles gently, tenderly, softly, under Alex’s chin.

”Hey, look at me.”

Alex does, and there is nothing but raw defeat in her eyes. Raw pain. Raw agony. Raw torture.

It stops Maggie’s breath, and she tilts her head to keep herself together. Tilts her head to keep her eyes soft, her breathing regular. Because she needed Alex on Valentine’s Day and Alex had held her and listened to her and soothed her all night long.

And tonight is Alex’s Valentine’s Day.

Fathers. Fathers. Fathers.

”What happened with your dad?”

Her voice is soft and her eyes are earnest and Alex takes a shuddering breath in, and Maggie’s heart breaks more than it is already broken.

Alex’s lips tremble and she glances up at Maggie’s eyes, on her own for the first time since she walked in, and Maggie knows.

Knows that her eyes are her words, right now, and that’s all she needs.

She stands and she pulls her close.

”Oh, sweetie. Oh.” She pulls Alex’s face into her chest, draws her back into her body, settles the side of her face onto Alex’s hair, and soothes her, soothes her, holds her, as she starts to cry.

As she starts to sob.

No.

As she starts to weep.

The first two shuddering breaths she takes, Maggie thinks her heart might burst from the pain of it.

And then her voice catches in her tears, catches in her growing hysteria, and Maggie turns her face more toward her, expressionless, expressionless, because her own heart, now, is numb. Because if she allows herself to feel the pain, the rage, the agony, of hearing Alex Danvers, feeling Alex Danvers, come completely apart like that in her arms, she would be the one unraveling.

And her baby needs her. Her sweetheart needs her.

She’s grateful when Alex grabs onto her, more than just a hand on her arm, but her other arm wrapped completely around Maggie’s back and grabbing at her shirt.

Grabbing at her shirt like her grasp and her grasp alone can keep Maggie holding her, can keep Maggie close, can keep Maggie from disappearing.

But she needn’t worry, because Maggie wouldn’t leave her right now, or ever. Not even with the most powerful forces on earth standing against her. Not even with all of Cadmus’s worst weapons trained at her head –

“I…” Alex is gasping, but it comes out like a yelp, like a scream, like a plea, and Maggie kisses her hair and rubs her back.

”I’m here, sweetie, I’m here, shhhh, breathe, Ally. Breathe, breathe, breathe.”

Alex gasps again, yelps again, and Maggie’s face remains motionless.

She swears to herself will murder Lilian Luthor for what she’s done to Alex the first chance she gets, Kara’s feelings for her daughter be damned.

”I coul – I couldn’t kill him, Maggie, I couldn’t… I couldn’t kill him,” she’s gasping, she’s pleading, she’s praying, she’s begging, and Maggie kisses her hair again, again, again, rocks her slightly, holds her face close into her chest.

She doesn’t tell her that she doesn’t understand, doesn’t tell her to slow down and start from the beginning, doesn’t tell her to regulate herself.

Because she loves her, loves her, loves her, and it doesn’t matter if she has all the pieces to the Jeremiah Danvers puzzle just yet: all that matters is that she holds the pieces of his broken daughter together, safe, loved, with her bare hands.

”Of course you couldn’t, Ally, he’s your dad. He’s your dad, he’s still your dad,” she whispers, because she doesn’t know, but she can imagine, and her vow to destroy Lilian grows that much stronger.

”He said…” She’s gasping again, and Maggie nods as she rubs her back and kisses her damp forehead, because Alex’s entire body is shuddering with agony, and Maggie is so proud of her girl for letting it out.

So grateful that she trusts her enough to cry to her like about Jeremiah the way Maggie had cried about her own father.

Fathers. Fathers. Fathers.

”He said he was doing it for me. Betrayed everyone I… I love… for me.”

Maggie’s heart breaks, because she knows Alex.

She pulls back and Alex grabs at her desperately, and Maggie gives her a small, broken smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Al, but look at me.” Alex won’t, and Maggie lifts her chin again tenderly, softly, lovingly.

Alex’s eyes are beautiful, even swimming in torture, even swollen with tears, even red with agony.

”Hi,” Maggie whispers, and the ghost of a smile dances across Alex’s features.

”Alex, whatever he’s done – whatever he’s doing – it is not your fault. It’s not your fault that he started in the first place, and it’s not your fault that you let him go.”

Alex scoffs and tries to reach for the bottle again, but Maggie brings her hands to her lips instead, and kisses each knuckle in turn as Alex watches, as Alex cries silently.

”You are an incredible, powerful, brave, smart woman, Alex. You know – you know – that this isn’t your fault. That none of this is on you. You know what the brave thing was, Alex? Not pulling that trigger. The brave thing was compassion. The brave thing was empathy. The brave thing was looking out for your soul, because you never would have forgiven yourself if you killed him, Alex, and you don’t deserve to live with that. The brave thing was trusting the people you love – the people he betrayed – to fix this. With you. As a team. What is it Kara’s symbol means, stronger together, right? The brave thing was trusting that, Ally. Trusting the people who love you best.”

She pauses and she watches the hope growing in Alex’s eyes, watches the self-loathing seep out of her shoulders, out of her jawline.

She has never been in love like this.

”Trusting me,” she adds in a voice so small she barely hears herself say it.But Alex hears it. She hears it and her eyes widen and her breath pauses and her lips part slightly.

“I do,” she whispers back, her voice raspy with tears. “Trust you.”

Maggie stares at her, trying to read her eyes, trying to read if the word trust is, right now, a substitute for something else. Something like love.

“I trust you, too, Alex.” Another long pause, and Maggie swears Alex is trying to figure out the same thing she is.

“We’re going to fix this. Together. You and me and Kara and J’onn and James and Winn. You have people who love you, Alex, to the ends of the earth and so far beyond. I promise you, we’re going to fix this.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Alex murmurs, leaning forward to rest her head again on Maggie’s chest.

“You deserve everything wonderful and nothing less, Alex Danvers. I promise you that.”

Alex sighs and snuggle closer into her, and warmth courses through Maggie’s boiling veins.

“Stay tonight?” Alex pleads into her shirt softly, softly, softly.

“I’m here, Ally. Always.”

We were young once. We were little, always wearing satin dresses and plastic crowns. Always giggling and running around the truth. Not much has changed. We’re a little older, a little bolder, wearing velvet and chokers. Except now, we don’t even know what we’re avoiding. We get glimpses in between sips of vodka, and only then do we speak our mind. Ask if someone’s okay when they’re sober, they’ll assure you they are without missing a beat. But when they’re been drinking, reality tends to slip out their lips. In some cases, the dose of truth is too strong and bitter - it’ll burn more than the vodka, that’s for sure. You’ll float between consciousness like a flickering light, never lasting long before plunging into the dark once again. Sometimes when you wake up you’ll be laughing, because everything is ironic and you can’t figure out how you got to this point. Other times, you’ll be sitting on the cold bathroom floor with tears rolling down your cheeks, because you understand the dark thing within you. A thing that you wouldn’t even touch as child, when you believed everything was good and brought light and glitter wherever you went. You’ll understand how it infected you, leaving black residue over your heart and lungs and anything else its hands could touch. You’ll understand how it changed you, because now you’re the dark thing ruining everything you touch.

-J.S

Once in a Lifetime(Jimin Smut)

Didn’t really have any reasons for this, just something that was painted in my mind while I was at work. AMBW~ Hope you enjoy it and think of it as my way of apologizing for not getting requests done sooner.

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Your eyes burned as you lead yourself through the big double doors of the concert hall. Body exhausted from the sleep you managed to let slip away from you last night because you were too excited and having so much fun with your friends. Licking your lips, your red eyes scanned the place a slight breeze of air caused your body to shudder and react to the coolness fanning your skin. It was also your fault for wearing only shorts and a loose fitted T-shirt, the thigh high socks you had on were due to you not getting out of the bed early enough to change into too much without being late. Your hair was up in a messy high ponytail and your stomach fluttered as you made your way towards inside of the venue.

Stopping in your tracks immediately you saw what you were here to see. Bts all sitting in the middle row of a pit section looking up at the stage and talking as they waited for things to get ready. You couldn’t believe that they had come to your city and when they opened the volunteer sheets to work the show of course you told them you’d gladly do it. You knew a person who was very good friends with someone who worked the venue as the head manager so maybe with some strings tied you got recommended for this position and you couldn’t have been happier. It also helped that you occasionally helped with other shows here. Seeing them was a great thing but with your benefits you got to help set up the stage and go into their dressing rooms to check on them. And did you mention though it was a volunteer thing you’d be getting paid?

“There is the girl of the hour! Get your ass up here we’ve been waiting.” A wide-eyed boy shouted causing heads to turn in your direction. Instead of letting your nerves get the best of you (because you were freaking out) you simply gave a big smile and walked towards the front to the stage ever so slowly. “What took you so long? We’ve needed you.” The male teased as you came to prop your elbows on the stage watching them as more people filed on stage.

“I’m so sorry my bed needed me.” You were one to joke around back with them all, wanting to see people smile was something you strived for. Your hands kept you up until you were pushing back a bit to stand straight up.

“Well now that you’re here. Come let’s get ready.” The male jumped down beside you and in the span of a few seconds he was pulling you by your wrist towards the rest of the boys. Bts had on lazy clothes because they would be doing sound checks until a few hours before the concert. All of them looked good, but every time they did a comeback you cursed them all to hell and back. The one that was fucking you up the most this time around however was Park Jimin. You stood next to one of the stage handlers as he started to talk. “Hello once again you all. I just wanted to inform you that Y/N here is the one we spoke to you about earlier. Her Korean is minimal but she will help you out with anything that you need don’t be afraid to ask.” The boys seemed to nod in understanding but you hoped they didn’t ask you any hard questions. You lifted your hand to wave at them and they waved back for the most part. Your eyes locking quickly with each of them until you got to pink haired male who had his hair pushed back revealing those smothering eyes and plush soft pink lips. He gave a soft wave back but you saw his eyes that drifted down your body slowly making your stomach clench and breath hitch. You moved back a bit smiling nervously at your friend who was quick to tell you where to go next.

Leaving from the boys you had to admit seeing them up close and personal made your tough girl exterior melt away but you’d be able to brave this and get through this. You were thrown into your work on the course of a next few minutes. Of course, you had to pass the guys up to do system checks and make sure the amps were ready but once you got through with everything the boys were going up on stage to start their dance practices for all of their songs. You watched from the sound board as they ran through countless number of songs. But it was a painful experience. They were all so beautiful and talented and Jimin the way he was staring straight at you but getting lost in his performance. His hip rolls made you wish he was up there with you grinding and winding his hips against you. Balling your fist up you had to take a break outside to get some cool air. You were a mess, your panties soaked out and the day wasn’t even to a half mark yet. The sweat dripping down your brown skin and onto the ground had a slight cooling affect and helped you feel somewhat relieved.

After your break, you ended up going back to the same spot but someone else was there and of course now she was getting the attention from everyone including Jimin. He smiled at her and you felt a bit jealous, he didn’t smile at you just watched you like you were something to eat. But instead of killing too much thought you walked away to do something else not wanting to let your mind and emotions get the best of you. He was an idol he was going to flirt and do regardless with whoever and who were you to say anything different? You ended up letting yourself get perked up and then you were back at it working and moving behind the scenes until a couple of hours passed.

Once you felt your emotions had gotten better you started to go back to the front taking a seat in one of the chairs you just watched them rehearse appreciating each member for what they gave to the group getting captivated by their dances and their charms. It was called for a break time for them and you simply slipped from the seats and backstage to check out everything else and roam aimlessly around because it seemed like a good idea. You walked passed one room seeing a figure move and it caused you to pause and back up. Eyes scanning through the crack of the white door you watched as Jimin practiced Caught in a lie. You couldn’t move away. He had on a white V-neck and loose fitted black sweatpants moving around his spacing as he rocked the song. The sweat dripping off his face as his muscles tightened up and locked made you want him even more so now. Groaning softly, you pulled away from the door walking off and unaware that he could see your eyes the whole time he danced.

An hour passed and soon the show would be close to starting meaning the boys needed to get their makeup and other things done. So, it didn’t leave much else for you to do. You had a task of going to find extra things for the boys and one thing included a set of towels. You were searching high and low for them opening all the doors until you were opening a storage closet door. You saw the white towels you had been looking for, reaching forward you were going to grab at it until a figure walking up to you halted your movements. Head turning to your right you saw Jimin making his way towards you. His eyes seemed out of it, his skin was flushed red. You were afraid something had happened and you wanted to ask him but he cut you off by pushing you back gently into the small storage room.

“Jimin-” You started as he pressed against you the dim light over your head illuminating his body.

“I don’t have much time but. I want you.” His English was a bit broken but he knew what he wanted to say. You couldn’t believe it; this shit wasn’t happening. Biting on your bottom lip you thought of answers to say but it must have taken you too long to answer because soon Jimin was pushing you against the wall connecting his lips against yours fervently. Gasping softly, you kissed back instantly gripping at his shirt pulling him close to you. One of his thighs slipped between your legs, as his hands made their way down towards your ass. He gripped at your plump cheeks making you moan into the kiss as he tasted your mouth. Sliding his tongue into your mouth he let his tongue dance against yours, loosing himself into the kids with you both of you letting the time slip from your brains and out the window. Your hips sneakily bucked against his clenched thigh but Jimin was enjoying it letting a soft groan ripple from his lips. He grabbed harder at your ass cheeks helping you grind down against his thigh. It was hard not to be loud, his name slipping from your lips as you pulled from the kiss first looking up at him. Leaning forward you bit on his bottom lip wanting to bruise it enough for now since you couldn’t mark up his body. Jimin slightly sighed shutting his eyes as he pushed your hips back down against his thighs, enjoying the sensations of you being pressed against him.

He let you nibble and suck on his lips until you pulled back and he took the time to let his lips press against your neck, his mouth creating open wet kisses across one side to the other. His lips clamping down on your skin to give rough hard sucks and mark you up for the day causing you to whimper and squirm under him feeling all your weak points being touched. Moving to slip his hand into your shorts past your panties and against your clit he smirked rubbing your clit with his thick fingers licking the shell of your ear looking down at you. “Do you like that baby?” He asked in a deep voice rubbing your clit harder. Your eyes fluttered body writhing against the wall you nodded your head fist clenching tightly around his balled-up shirt in your hands. Your hips steadily bucking against his fingers as you took deep breaths licking your lips. He teased your clit until he felt you were wet enough his fingers ghosting up and down your slit until he was pushing his middle finger inside of your wet pussy. A louder gasp slipped from your lips as your back arched and your legs spread wider for him. He smirked thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly letting your juices coat up on his finger and then he was pushing another finger inside of you scissoring your pussy and stretching you out. He groaned letting his lips trail down lover his free hand pushed up your shirt until his tongue was licking across the top of your breasts and he was sucking more hickeys onto your skin. His hand worked to take your breast out of your bra his lips hungrily attacking your nipples sucking on them as he curved his fingers searching for you pleasure spot. He was thrusting them at different angles and paces your hips jerking and bucking harder against his fingers as you tried to ride them.

“Jimin please, please Jimin I want more.” You whimpered out in a whisper and he looked up at you with hooded eyes nodding. He got on his knees pulling down your shorts. He pulled your panties to the side lifting one of your legs to throw your leg over his shoulder his tongue delving into your pussy. He sucked on your clit letting his fingers continuing to brush deep inside of your pussy. He watched you making wet sloppy noises against you, your hands going down to tangle into his pink hair and pull him closer towards your pussy. He moved his fingers from your soaked cunt. He had been sucking harshly on your wet throbbing bud pulling back to take a quick breath he shoved his tongue deep into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his tongue and you cried out a bit too loud moving your hand up to cover your lips. Your fingers shoved against your lips because you didn’t want anyone to hear you guys and stop what was going on. You felt yourself about to cum, his tongue pushing deeper inside of you, your hips bucking and riding his face circling your hips as he went roughly. His tongue searched and dug deeper for you. He let his primal hunger take over and feeling your walls clamp down he pulled back smirking as he licked over your pussy once kissing it with his wet lips until he was kissing back up your body and pressing your lips against his own.

Jimin let his tongue press against yours, letting you taste yourself he moaned softly against your lips his hands touching on your body grabbing at your breast letting his fingers flick against your hardened buds and pinch them. The kiss was wet sloppy, heated and much needed. Jimin pulled away to slowly turn you around and face the wall. Moving you back from it he bent you over slapping your ass and pulling down his pants and boxers to his knees. Tapping his dick against your wet slit he groaned sliding into you. He hissed slowly sliding inside of your pussy, your heart was hammering in your chest as you gasped out arching your back. Hands pressed against the wall you looked over your shoulder at him watching as he stares back at you gripping your hips so hard his finger indents would be there. He pulled out after some time of waiting rocking his hips against yours, slowly at first but then it got faster. His thick shaft was brushing against your walls as he fucked you, his balls slapping at your wet pussy as well, the lewd sounds could be heard in the room between the mixes of your heavy breathing and occasional moans from Jimin. Your hips rolled harder, you pushed back against him take him deeper. Rolling your hips your eyes shut briefly and you took deep breaths. Jimin let his hands grip at your shoulders slamming you back harder onto his dick picking up the pace he was slamming into you moving your body forward he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He ended up moving your body back against the wall your breast and stomach flush against the surface as he slapped his hips roughly against yours. Your pussy was tightening around his shaft and you wanted to cum so bad but it seems Jimin wasn’t done.

He pulled out of you turning you around he slipped your panties back to the side and he lifted your leg up, he slipped inside of you and he started to right away to fuck you. His hips winding and grinding pressing against you in such a nice way. Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him to you, your lips pressed back against each other, your hips fighting to keep up with his and he fucked the fight out of you continuing to increase speed with how hard he moved growling against your lips. He reached one hand down towards your clit rubbing it hard he tried to keep your lips against his. “Cum for me, please.” He rasped, his eyes locking with yours as he begged for it the want lust and need laying there. That was enough for you to be cumming on his shaft roughly pressing your lips against his to kill out your loud cries of pleasure. He groaned continuing to pound into you until you were riding out your high and then he pulled out of your wet pussy from. He gently pushed you on your knees and you opened your mouth as he slid his dick into your mouth. You sucked him off quickly, your hand working with you to make sure that he was satisfied. Your tongue licking across the slit of his dick and with a few nibbles and licks against his veins he was cumming on your tongue and he forced your head down so that you could take more of him. You cleaned him off breathing through your nose loving the stretch off his dick in your mouth. When you were finished, you moved back to pick over your lips. Standing up, Jimin pressed his lips against yours once more and he smiled sheepishly. Your heart fluttered seeing his flushed state and hearing your radio sound off asking for your location. Blushing with Jimin you both dressed each other. He gripped your chin with his hands staring in your eyes there was so many unspoken words but with one last kiss he left you there and you couldn’t help but hope for another session before tonight was up.

Lúcio is a brilliant musician obviously but he’s also incredible with tech? I just wanna put that out there for a sec

Companies now have all kinds of shit they pull so that ONLY the people who’ve bought the license can use their tech. (And sometimes, so that those people have to repurchase the license after an expiration period, because why the fuck not squeeze all the money out of people you possibly can?)

That’s got to be even worse in the corporate dystopia hellscape that is the Overwatch universe post-Omnic Crisis. And the Vishkar Corp. is EXACTLY the type of company that would load up all their specially patented tech with everything they can to stop anyone else from using it or figuring out how it works.

So – Lúcio stealing & repurposing Vishkar tech isn’t even just a matter of, lifting a physical object (which is itself a pretty significant accomplishment) – he would’ve had to hack and/or rebuild extensively any tech he got to make it usable. To override security blocks, to pull out any kind of self-destruct mechanism or internal functioning obstacle, to repair the damn things to keep them functional when planned obsolescence starts kicking in (and you can bet they were never intended to be repaired – so he would have had to figure out what all the parts do, and how to replace them when they’re hyper-specialized proprietary nonsense, himself).

Like, I know the term “hacker“ has gone kind of memetic, but REALLY Lúcio is a hacker in the purest of senses, a straight-up technical genius, and it would be super cool to see that acknowledged more

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On that day, Marley received a grim reminder… this chapter woke up the obsessed snk fan in me, finally JESUS CHRIST

SNK has always been a wild ride, but I don’t believe I’ve ever been this excited and frustrated that I don’t have the next chapter in my hands RIGHT NOW- if only to satisfy the itch of knowing which half-hidden face is who from Paradis. And also to figure out what they’ve done to Porco, Pieck and Zeke to neutralize them while Eren gives Reiner the most uncomfortable tableside chat.

My heart was pounding throughout the entire chapter. The last time that happened was chapter 84 and I gotta say, I finally feel like this whole Marley arc has been worth it. What an adrenaline rush it’s become! Now that’s now Attack On Titan is supposed to be. I can’t wait to see everybody else again and proceed to reach the climax of the story.

The hype for SNK 100 is too real. Everything will explode

I need Ch100 right now immediately. Waiting another month is going to be torture. In the meantime I hope Porco and Pieck enjoy their time in the pit. If it turns out that Helos is Levi I will eat my own platform boots

It was amazing. Really great story.

I’m so glad this chapter is fake and SnK ended last month with everyone having a huge pizza party!

….is it December yet?

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Patience and Faith

prompt:  We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay?
pairing: destiel
tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw
a/n:  part one,  wrote this during my writing livestreams. thanks to everyone who joined, you’re amazing <3

Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers.
Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.

“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.

Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.

Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home.
A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.

“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?”
No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before.
Castiel is crying.

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anoasisinawasteland  asked:

Those HCs about Andrew feeling depressed and lonely and misses a game? Yeah I love them. can we get a continuation where Neil trues to find out what Andrew's 'health reasons' for all of that drama were?

Alright, so this is a continuation of this post.

  • Neil waits until Aaron, Katelyn, and Kevin are gone before he brings it up
  • Neil asks why Andrew didn’t play
  • Andrew gives pretty much the same ‘wasn’t in the mood for hitting a ball with a stick’ answer that he gave to Aaron
  • Except Neil gets more out of the answer and realizes Andrew didn’t just stay home because he finds exy boring and not worthwhile
  • Andrew stayed home because he was having a bad day
  • Neil says that not exactly as a question, so Andrew doesn’t bother to answer
  • Andrew doesn’t tell him how bad of a day it was
  • Neil asks if there’s anything that set it off
  • It would be easy to lie and say he doesn’t know, but Andrew tells Neil the truth about how boring and empty the apartment was
  • And how he even fucking tried calling and texting Neil and Kevin and Nicky and Aaron because he was so bored, but Neil’s phone was dead for a change and nobody else had time for him even though he hadn’t talked to them in forever
  • And Neil reads between the lines to figure out that Andrew clearly was lonely and reached out and shut down when no one responded
  • Neil points out they were all worried about Andrew as soon as they found out he didn’t play and that they dropped everything to try to figure out if he was okay
  • Andrew says he knows
  • They both know Andrew knows that now and it doesn’t help how he felt at the time
  • Neil promises “I’ll try to charge my phone more next time.”
  • Neither of them is thrilled with the idea of next time and they’re sick of clashing schedules keeping them apart
  • Andrew asks how long Neil is here for because technically Neil was not supposed to be back after the game with Kevin, so he’s probably going to have to leave again in a matter of hours
  • Neil says he talked to his coach and got a couple days off before he has to go back because of Andrew’s health concerns
  • Andrew is relieved Neil isn’t leaving quite yet, even if in four days they’ll both be on the road in separate places
  • Andrew tells Neil he is stupid and Andrew doesn’t need him taking time off to look after him
  • Neil says “I missed you too.”
  • Andrew says “I never said I missed you.”
  • They both know he obviously did miss Neil
Belong (Hamilsquad x Reader)

AN: It’s late and I am definitely not getting enough sleep tonight, but here it is!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: @wonderfullyrandomhamilton - Polyhamilsquad where they find out the reader isn’t eating? I’m in need of comfort/angst/fluff. If you’re cool with that of course.

Warnings: eating disorder related things

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist

The bedroom was freezing, so you slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Alex or John up. Laf and Herc both snored obnoxiously loud and were exiled to the guest room that you had to sneak past on your way to the living room. All you wanted was to sit in front of the fireplace, but Laf had insisted on an older home where everything squeaked because he needed the “character.” You were never able to sleep through the boys coming home later from work or midnight snacks or other late night activities. It was a beautiful house, Laf refused anything else, but it had taken you much trial and error to figure out exactly how to move around the house without waking anyone up.

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Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son fic Part IV

I can’t believe this is nearly ending, I’ve enjoyed writing this fic so much! Thanks again you guys, I love reading all your comments!!!! ALSO THEIR SHIP NAME: SASTIEL

Check out Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Kastiel:

Kastiel should have been used to the constant commotion at his town house in Velaris.
There was this one time, when he was much younger, when his uncle brought him to the mountainside.
It had been snowing then, fat frosted flakes, falling on his poked out tongue. He had wanted to stop and play in the snow, but his uncle was taking him to see the sunrise further up the path.
He supposed it was kind of pointless to understand why his uncle would want to bring him to watch the sunrise.
But Kastiel did remember stepping on soft bits of snow, and his uncle trying to drag him playfully behind him so he would keep up. His uncle, laughing at that time, threatened to hoist Kastiel up on his shoulders if he kept on being silly. But Kastiel had been curious then, he wanted to play on the white, almost silver snow.
And just as his small, fat feet padded across a much softer part of snow, it caved in under him. The hole on the ground hadn’t been deep at all, but Kastiel remembered the feel of heavy snow falling on top of him. He remembered seeing silver, then nothing at all. But he felt the cold, all over his body, felt it seep deep in his bones, and he heard his uncle shouting, “stay calm, Kastiel. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Much like today. He wished he could feel that cold now.
But Kastiel didn’t care about himself. He wanted to shout, “No. Not me, Uncle Cassian. It’s not me that needs saving.”

Seraphine:

Seraphine has never known what it feels like to live outside of the dark. Ever since she was a small girl, she wished away the pity of the people’s eyes on her—dreamed away all their well wishes for her transformation to come quickly.
But now that Seraphine was ignited from the inside out, she wished so hard that her father was there to control the fire raging in her heart.
Seraphine let out a pathetic whimper at the feel of her skin burning, stretching, breaking, and finally falling away to reveal who she really was.

Kastiel:

It had been his mother who thought of bringing Seraphine to a room in The House of Wind. “When I used to feel trapped, I would stay here for the openness of the room.” she had told Kastiel. His father murmured an agreement beside him.
Now Kastiel sat on the ledge of the room’s window, listening to the sounds of Velaris at night. The Morrigan (his aunt sometimes allows him to call her Mor, but rarely) had healed him earlier, whilst his mother helped to contain Seraphine’s powers. He could hear the music of his people—no worries, no fears. Opposite of how he was feeling now.
Where did Seraphine come from? What was she doing here? Those were the questions he should have been asking himself. Yet what he needed and wanted to ask were at war with each other.
Kastiel remembers the sight of Seraphine’s face transform from beauty, to breathtakingly devastating. The fire she surrounded herself had stopped, calmed, revealing a stranger’s face—her, but not her from before. He couldn’t stop his lips from forming the words in front of his family.
His silver jewel, his phoenix, his m–
Kastiel nearly fell off the ledge, his wings fanning out, at the sight of Seraphine perch beside him.
“It’s strange,” she whispers, “how the room is so open, yet I don’t feel the cold.”
The look Seraphine gave him made his heart stop. Her eyes—turquoise with a ring of gold hadn’t changed when she transformed out of the fire. Yet, everything else had. Her face now freckled and smooth, her figure and mouth fuller, healthier, her ears, high and pointy, and her hair, an impossibly shinny silver. It was almost like spun silk.
“It could be,” she says, breaking his thoughts, “my fire.”
Unwillingly, he took his eyes away from her, into the mountains ahead.
“Kastiel?”
He shudders at the sound of his name on her lips—but he doesn’t meet her eyes.
“Are you alright?” she asks him gently. “Is Fen?”
Kastiel smiles at the thought of Fen. “One of my uncles has grown fond of your wolf. Don’t be surprised if you never get Fen back.”
“And you?”
Deep breath in—deep breath out. Again and again until Kastiel confesses, “I thought you’d never wake up.”
The two sit in silence.
“I thought I’d feel different,” he continues. “That it was wrong to want to get closer to someone I’d met once but—”
“I feel it too,” she finishes for him. “Kastiel, listen. I wanted to tell you this before, back when we were flying out of the forest, but—”
“Things happened.”
“Yes, and I had no time to explain. No time to understand the fire I felt in my heart leak out of me, into you and I—”
“I didn’t mind.”
Seraphine’s laugh ignited Kastiel. “Will you always finish my sentences for me?”
“Only if you let me,” he says.

Seraphine:

Seraphine was barely holding herself together. She was using all of her strength to stop the fire from leaking out of her. The moment was too peaceful, too beautiful to ruin with her fire. Seraphine needed to learn to control it when her emotions were high—when she was about to make a confession.
“I’m not from here,” she finally says.
“Seraphine,” Kastiel replies, playfully nudging her shoulder with his wings, “I think I knew that, the moment you fell out of a dark hole in the sky.”
Seraphine turned to look at Kastiel. She had wanted to see the emotion in his eyes. If only he would turn his head to look at her.
She takes a deep breath. “I am from Erilea, in the country of Terrasen. You don’t know of the place, because it is not of your world.”
Seraphine looked down at her hands. They were now longer—slimmer like her Aunt Manon’s. She takes a quick glimpse at Kastiel’s hands. They were much bigger and rougher compared to hers. Seraphine allow her eyes to trail up, past the thick cords of muscle in his arms to a delicate mark of a small full moon. She reaches out to touch where red leaked on the moon, like silver bleeding onto his skin.
Kastiel’s hand reaches for her own—his strong, hard body now pressed behind the softer part of hers. If someone had been looking up at them, they would have seen two people—two lovers perhaps—leaning towards each other’s warmth, enjoying the view from the House of Wind.
Kastiel takes the palm of her hand and folds it into his. “I want to see you, fire bringer.”
She hesitates. “But, I’ll burn you.”
“I trust you.”
Bold, brave, stupid words, Seraphine thinks, as she let’s the fire unfold in her palm.
The sight of his hand under hers, breaks Seraphine’s walls to rubble.
“When I was born,” she says, recounting the troubles of her past, “I was ordinary. Nobody knew why my powers were hiding inside of me. My family, my friends, they had so much hope in me. They believed in me, and every day I felt like I was failing them. When I looked in the mirror—I was hiding my own self. So I left to find out why.”
Seraphine watches her fire in silence, until she feels wetness appear in Kastiel’s hand seep into hers, turning her fire into mist in the air.
With a small smile of wonder, Seraphine looks up towards the endless night sky, her eyes searching for the set of stars that lead to Terrasen. “But now that I’ve gotten my powers, how will I go back home?”
“I could help you,” Kastiel offers, her hand still in his.
“How?”
“I’ll train you—to defend yourself, to fight, to master your powers while my family figures out how to get you back home.”
Seraphine simply nodded—she should be happy to go home.
Boldly, she asks him, “what are you thinking?”
“If I meet your eyes again,” he says, “I’m not sure what I’ll do.”