Lana replied to some fans on ig regarding to the photos she shared from their night out in NY with Jensen and Danneel. The fact that she saw some of the rude comments about Danneel and felt the need to remove those photos makes me sick. Those so called fans make me sick.
If you don’t love Danneel, that’s fine but don’t go leaving nasty comments under her friends’ posts. It’s a disrespect not only to Danneel and Jensen but also to their friend who just wants to share their night out on her own personal instagram.
Summary: Walks with Tom and Tessa never fail to make you smile.
Warnings: pure fluff!!!!
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Format is still fucked up (it’s literally killing me) but I’m really tired and I just love fluffy Tom I hope you all enjoy because this made my heart swell with love for him!!!!!
You let out a small yawn as you slipped the end of the seatbelt into the slot, adjusting the strap as Tom got into the drivers side before doing the same.
“Tired?” He asked as he started the engine then turning to get a proper look at you, “not really, I just need'a stretch my legs,” you chuckled as Tom slipped his hand on your thigh, “we’ll be home soon,” he smiled sweetly, to which you did as well, placing your hand on top of his and playing with his long fingers as he began the drive to his home.
“You know,” you said as you followed Tom up the steps to his front door, “my arms, do in fact, work,” you said sarcastically as Tom turned to you to roll his eyes playfully, “let me do boyfriend things for you,” he whined as you chuckled but placed a kiss to his lips as silent thank you.
ok so theory time: rachel created/was the storm when she died and if you let chloe die, then the storm is gone because rachel is reunited with chloe and doesn’t need her revenge anymore. Basically, chloe was not destined to die and max saving chloe each time is a !!!good!!! choice.
I do not suggest reading this unless you have read Tower of Dawn
This fic is in the tog universe but it is different from Aelin’s plot line. Nesryn grew up in Balruhn, her mother is a descendant of the rukhin, and the valg started in an eastern continent instead of the northern or Wendlyn.
My new fic series! It will be at least ten chapters so I hope you like it!
Nesryn Faliq adjusts the bow string across her chest, annoyed. She is deeply grateful for the cool breeze wafting through the warehouse’s shattered windows or she’s not sure she would be able to move in this stifling heat. The rest of the attendees wear slightly grimy shortened skirts with sleeveless tops, or combat trousers that wick away sweat. Her competitor has even forgone a shirt altogether, presenting his scars and battle-trained muscles for the whole warehouse to see.
Nesryn, on the other hand, is close to heat stroke in her knee-high boots, men’s tunic, and wool cape. Next time someone challenges her in the summer, she must find a way to let air in through the hood, as it allows no breeze whatsoever to grace her sweat-slicked neck. The disguise is a necessity, but that doesn’t mean that she finds it any less infuriating.
The person who arranged this archery competition in the slums – a guard she has noticed several times roaming the streets and a usually respectable man – is going through the rules. She’s heard them plenty times before: stay behind the designated line, shoot only when the whistle sounds, use only three arrows, and walk away from this place in peace, no matter the outcome. The last one is a precaution that is often ignored or forgotten. Luckily, Nesryn always finds her way out of the vicinity before any real brawling begins.
When they have both nodded their agreement to the rules, her competitor steps up to the first white line. The warehouse is large, at least two hundred meters long, and with the spectators lined up against the back wall, it allows for three varying lengths of shot. Three targets are positioned along the opposite side, each with five rings of colors leading to the black dot in the center of the yellow bullseye.
“Thank you so much for your notes, you saved my life, Rem!” the girl said overdramatically, her genuine smile making Remus smile as well.
“Not a problem, really,” he put his notebook inside his bag, before looking at Y/N, “so, how are you doing?”
“Good, passed all my exams, but I’m so busy with studying, thou-”
Remus stopped her mid-sentence, “you know I’m not talking about school, Y/N/N,” his look was full of sympathy. Her smile faded for a second, her eyes focusing on her shoes, as images of her and Sirius suddenly started running through her mind, before she coughed lightly.
“Uh-you, um, do you remember that guy from my Potions class? That blond Ravenclaw?” she started uneasily, looking up at him with her cheeks slightly tinted with pink.
“Yeah, his name was Thomas, right?” he furrowed his eyebrows, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his pants, rocking lightly on his feet. The girl nodded shyly, before scratching her neck nervously, “he asked me out last Monday.”
Remus was taken aback, his lips slightly parted. He wasn’t expecting such an answer. It’s not like he didn’t want her to be happy but he did want her and Sirius to get back together. You see, the couple broke up a good month or so ago, and with the pain that Sirius’ words brought, it didn’t seem like Y/N would ever want him back.
While the marauders were busy helping Sirius, Remus often stole glances at the poor girl. She was spending a lot of time alone, pushing her girl friends away. He was happy when he noticed her slowly getting better, which you couldn’t say about Sirius who was still beating himself up.
Although Remus wasn’t very happy when he saw other boys taking their interest in her, mostly because he knew how bad Sirius was handling the break up, that he actually well deserved, and he knew these two were made for each other, he did want her to be happy and if it meant moving on, he was going to support her.
“Oh-wow, that’s great!”
“-and I said yes, Rem,” she added anxiously, he could notice how her hands were shaking. She was waiting for him to say something, not entirely sure what exactly. She wasn’t even sure why she was telling him this. Was it because she wanted someone to be happy for her? Or maybe because she hoped he would tell Sirius?
“Well, I’m glad you did, you deserve to be happy and if that’s what makes you happy, then go for it, “ he gave her a warm smile, her own lips turning into one, as she launched forward and hugged the much taller boy around his waist, her face pressed against his chest. After a second or two she felt his arms wrap around her form, returning the hug.
She considered Remus as one of her best friend, she had a great bound with him and missed his pressence due to the unfortunate events between her and Sirius, but she preferred to keep her distance from the group, though she could honestly call them all her closest friends, which only increased the pain after the break up as she felt like she not only lost her boyfriend, but also her friends.
“Thank you,” she looked up at him when she pulled back, “I gotta go now, I’ll see you around later, yeah?” she asked happily while already slowly walking away, books clutched to her chest.
“Sure thing!” He waved before turning around and going to his dormitory, where the rest of the boys were hanging out.
A few days later, the marauders were done with their classes for the day and decided to spend it outdoors, due to the amazing weather. Remus was sitting on a bench with Peter next to him, while James and Sirius were standing in front of them.
Sirius hasn’t noticed a very angry looking Y/N storming his way, as he was too busy laughing with James and Peter about how he pranked a certain Ravenclaw boy, making his head much, much bigger. The reason behind all of this was, obviously, the fact that he saw Thomas hug you from behind and then kiss your cheek quickly, which made Sirius’ heart hurt. What wasn’t helping was how happy you looked with him, when it should be Sirius making you feel this way.
Remus quickly kicked Sirius just below his knee and nodded his heads towards you, making the black haired boy turn around, his wide grin quickly fading.
“Would you mind explaining to me what happened to Thomas this morning?” she greeted through her teeth, glaring at the boy.
He tried to look innocent, his eyebrows raised and a confused look visible on his face, though he gulped nervously, knowing she knew him better than anyone else. “What do you mean?”
“You’re such an asshole, Sirius!” she spat, fuming with anger. She didn’t really care whether she was making a scene or not, not really bothered by the marauders now standing quietly behind Sirius. “I can’t believe you!” She felt tears appear in the corner of her eyes, but holding it all together, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not again. Not because of him.
“I mean, this guys deser-”
“Do you always have to ruin everything?!” She yelled suddenly, her small form not being adequate to her voice. Hot and angry tears fell down her cheeks, not being held back anymore, and she quickly wiped them with the end of her sleeve.
“Y/N, listen-” he tried to reason with her, maybe show her how Thomas wasn’t good enough for her, tell her how he loved her, how he missed her, and how he needed her back in his life. He took a step towards her, arms open but she took a step back raising her hands up to keep him at distance.
“Don’t. Just, please, leave me and people who I am close with alone. You said you never needed me in your life, right? And now I finally feel like I am the one who doesn’t need the other anymore. So, please, let me move on since you never even loved me and let me be happy,” her lips were trembling with every word that came out of her mind, more tears falling down her cheeks. Damn, she wasn’t expecting this to hurt so much.
The four boys didn’t know what to say to make things better. Sirius was desperately trying to find something to say, to make you stay and listen to him. But he couldn’t.
“Hey, maybe-,” James started, taking a step forward, nbow standing between Sirius and Y/N.
“No, I’m done, James,” her voice was back to being normal, “I’m sorry, guys.” She looked at three boys, making sure not to give Sirius even a glance, “I hope you can understand me.”
She smiled sadly before she weakly waved at them and turned on her heel to get back to the castle, wanting to get away from the terrible pain as quickly as possible.
When the girl wasn’t in sight anymore, Sirius let out a long list of frustrated curses.
“So, are you gonna let her go now?” James brought up the question each boy was thinking about.
But Sirius didn’t know what he was going to do, yet. Seeing her so broken after what he’s done to that stupid boy he wanted to let her be happy, but the feeling in his heart told him that he still wanted to fix things between them.
I just wanted to know…Michelle was at the wedding and she looked amazing and happy (and that’s awesome) but im wondering because uh oh Harry was there too: does she remember Harry ? like, do they actually talk ?? Did she give him the «i-know-you-and-my-son-arent-bloody-tailors» look ? I need answers.
The Alex Comforting Maggie Scene We All Deserved (aka Alex doesn’t get called away, and “I love you” happens)
She is so fucking proud of her.
She walks away.
She snaps and she freaks out and she walks away, but she doesn’t try to head out the door.
Instead, she heads straight to the couch and sits down.
And Alex is so fucking proud of her.
That’s the final proof Alex needs that Maggie is perfect.
But perfect for her.
Because Alex had told her that it was a relationship and she didn’t get to just walk out.
Maggie had listened.
So Maggie’s on the couch and she’s in agony and Alex hates it, hates the catches in her voice and the not-quite biting she does to her lips to keep them from trembling when Alex brings up her parents, hates the nod and the anguished “I know” and the terrified drop and tremble of her jaw.
She hates it, because she’s defeated and she’s helpless and she’s destroyed.
But she loves it, too, because she… because… because she’s Maggie.
She hears her own voice tremble on the word heal and the only thing that keeps her from breaking herself is how warm Maggie’s face is, how soft her hair is, the way that Maggie finally looked at her when she said her name, the way she’s leaning into her hand, probably without even realizing it.
“You don’t think I’m a bad person?” she asks, and Alex knows how many years Maggie’s spent feeling like she is, and Alex knows exactly, exactly, exactly what that kind of self-hatred feels like.
She looks off to the side because she knows Maggie, she knows that there’s only a certain amount of intensity, of vulnerability, that she can handle at once. So she looks off to the side and she quirks her lips and she says, “Actually, I always thought that you were perfect. But it’s really nice to see that you have problems, too.”
Maggie’s voice shakes when she says thank you, and Alex smiles because god, she’s never been so… she’s never felt this…
She pulls back because she needs to see her face again.
Pulls back – but not before pressing the side of her face to Maggie’s hair, because god she loves how close it feels, how perfect – because she needs to tell her something.
Because if she’s going to call Maggie out for keeping things to herself, she can’t do the same.
“Yeah,” she whispers as she strokes her hair, as she looks into wet brown eyes and steels herself for the scariest thing she’s ever done.
And she’s a DEO agent with a superhero little sister.
Scary is her job.
“Listen, I know we haven’t been together for five years, I know… I know it’s not… I know we’re still learning each other, and ourselves, but I… I never want to stop learning each other together, and I… No, Maggie, I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you’re the most… Maggie, I’m not going to run. I’m not going to run just because you have a history – hell, I have a history, too, we all have histories – and I’m not going to let you run just because you’re scared. I’m going to prove you can trust me, I’m going to prove I’m going to be here for you, unconditionally, always, no matter what ghosts you have or what scar tissue you’ve got, because I…”
Maggie’s eyes are wide and her lips are trembling and her heart is bleeding and Alex needs her to know, needs her to understand, needs her to feel it.
“I love you, Maggie. I love you, I love you, god, Maggie, I love you, and I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not a bad person, and you – “
But her next words are lost in Maggie’s lips, in her tongue, in her arms and in her sob, in the way she pushes Alex back onto the couch, in the way her body wracks with sobs even as her lips cover Alex’s.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Alex pulls back, and Maggie stills immediately, sits up immediately. “No, no, you don’t have to get off, come back, come here, please, I want to be near you, I want to kiss you, I just… you’re crying, Maggie, I don’t – “
One of Maggie’s tears drips onto Alex’s cheek, and Alex reaches up to wipe her eyes, to stroke her hair, as she shakes her head, as she furrows her brow and confusion defines her every feature.
“I shouldn’t what, Maggie?”
She reads the answer in Maggie’s eyes before Maggie can force the words out of her lips, and it shatters her heart.
“Love me. You… you shouldn’t love me.”
Maggie sits up and crawls off of Alex, crawls to the opposite end of the couch, and Alex stays laying down, leaning up on her elbows, watching her. Watching her, scared to move, because if she moves, Maggie might run.
And she would understand why.
Because if Maggie loved her, and said so, god, she would say she didn’t deserve it, too.
Because she didn’t, she didn’t, she didn’t.
“I’m sorry, Maggie, I shouldn’t have said anything, I should have just kept my mouth shut – “
“No, Alex, it’s not you.” Her voice is distant and her voice is firm because she cheated, she lied, she destroys everything, not Alex, and she won’t have Alex blaming herself for this, too.
Alex stiffens and Maggie notices out of the corner of her eye, so she forces herself to relax her shoulders somewhat and she sighs and wipes her eyes roughly. Alex stays leaning back on her elbows, stays watching her carefully, stay wishing she would be gentler with herself when she wipes her own tears away. Wishes she were as gentle with herself as she is with Alex.
“I’m sorry. It’s…” She chances a glance at Alex, and the confusion, the adoration, the pure concern, the pure… love… in her face makes her want to scream, and makes her want to weep, and makes her want to cling to Alex and never, ever, ever let her go.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Alex. You… I loved Emily, yeah. I did, a lot. She was… we met in college, and she… and we were together a long time, my longest, like I said, but it… I wasn’t… I loved her, but not… not like this. Not like I love you.”
Alex’s heart stops beating and she sits up slowly, slowly, slowly. Maggie’s crying again, soft tears, silent tears, and Alex is pretty sure she’s crying now, too.
“But I shouldn’t, Alex, and you shouldn’t, because I don’t… you see what I did to her, what I… what I do. To the people closest to me. Because it’s not only about not trusting them, or you, it… it’s about trusting myself. I tore my family apart, Alex. I did that. Me.”
“Maggie, no, it wasn’t – “
“I know. I know. But that’s never… that’s never how it felt. It felt like it was me. Everyone told me it was me. And I believed it, Alex, because hell, you know, you believe what your mother says about you, too.”
Alex looks down and Alex takes a deep breath and Alex is in shock because she loves me, she loves me, she loves me.
“It’s why I tried not to date you, Alex, because… yes, because you were just coming out, but also because I… I ruin things, Alex. It’s what I do, and I never… I never want to ruin you. You’re… you’re a masterpiece, Alex. You’re the greatest thing this damn planet’s ever come up with, and I just… I destroy things. And I shouldn’t have gotten with you, because I don’t know what I’d do if I ever destroyed you, but I couldn’t help it, because Alex, I… I’m so sorry. You deserve to be loved by someone… whole, someone… Someone who doesn’t ruin everything she touches.”
Alex is sitting up fully, now, is kneeling back on the couch in front of Maggie, now, her hands in her own lap, now.
“Are you done?” she asks softly, gently.
Maggie nods and looks away, and Alex raises her index finger to her chin and helps Maggie meet her eyes.
“You do not ruin things. You do not destroy things. You aren’t broken, Maggie, and you aren’t a… a curse. You’re the masterpiece, Maggie, because you… you have survived hell – hell that your own family put you through, hell when you were a child and needed all the love and protection that I wish I could have been there to give you then – and after all that, the worst thing you do, what, you cheated on someone? Okay, that’s bad. That’s really, really bad. But Maggie, doing a bad thing doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a person. I’ve tortured people, Maggie, I’ve… I’ve killed people. People with families, people… people. And you still say I’m… those things you said I am.”
“A masterpiece, the most incredible woman in all of creation, the – “
Maggie’s smiling now, and it makes Alex smile, too, but she shushes her softly, because she’s not done.
“Maggie, I don’t love you because you’re perfect, or because I thought you actually were perfect. I love you because you like gross food like double toasted bagels and vegan ice cream, and I love you because you take care of the queer kids of color your precinct would rather lock up, and I love you because you have terrible morning breath and I love you because you make me laugh and I love you because you stand up for yourself and I love you because you’re stubborn and because you’re loyal and because you’re passionate and because you’re neurotic about parking regulations and because you’re into weird things like bonsai trees.”
“Hey, don’t hate on my trees.”
“And I love you because that’s the thing you decide to pipe up about. I love you, Maggie, and god, I’m sorry, am I saying it too much, I just… it’s like a floodgate, now that I told you I have to keep saying it, because Maggie, you deserve it. You deserve to be loved, and you deserve to be loved for exactly who you are. For everything you’ve ever been and everything you’ve ever done and everything you are now and everything you will be in the future. I want to be in your future, Maggie, I… you’re amazing, Maggie. You’re amazing, and you just… I love you, Maggie. I love you. I love you, I – I’m going to stop talking now. Sorry.”
“I don’t deserve you, Alex.”
“But you said you love me?”
A silence. A long, long, long silence.
Alex’s eyes are wide and Maggie’s eyes are soaked and she reaches to cup Alex’s cheeks in her hands and she kisses every centimeter of her face because “Yes, Alex. Yes, yes, yes. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“Well then. I don’t feel like I deserve you, and you don’t feel like you deserve me. But I love you. And you… you love me? You love me.” She can’t help but straighten and smile and Maggie chuckles wetly.
“You love that I’m your nerd.”
“My nerd. I like the sound of that.”
“Maggie. I want to be with you. Let me be with you. But like… really with you. So you have to try to trust me, to let me love you properly. Okay?”
“Do I have to?”
“I don’t like talking about myself, Alex.”
“But I… I trust you.”
“Well that’s a start.”
“You know what else would be a start?
“Heading over to the Baldwin and talking to Emily. You deserve closure, Maggie. You both do.”
“Alex, I – “
“I’ll drive you. I’ll be right outside the whole time.”
“I just thought… I love you Jughead. And I know.. I just…. I love you”
She whispered , shaking hands and watery eyes. It felt like she was drowning, her chest was aching and her head was pounding. She was pushing it all back, please no. Please not now, not here.
Jughead stared at the stricken girl in front of him. Love him? How could she love him? He couldn’t love anyone, he wasn’t capable of it. It was such a normal human emotion, so common in his generation but yet so distant in his eyes. Why was she doing this to him? Why now?
“Betty” he started, taking a step back from her, watching as her fingernails dug into her palms. He needed to get out of here, part of him wanted to run to her, keep her panic attack at bay, he saw the sure signs that it was coming, but he couldn’t, not after she had said that. Not after she had ruined everything.
“I have to go.” He mumbled, grabbing his backpack from the ground and slowly backing up, his feet still felt like lead, his body wanted to stay, his heart wanted to stay, but that loud piercing voice in his brain, the part that screamed how unlovable he was, it was telling him to run. He needed to leave, now.
“Juggie. Please.” The heartbroken blonde whimpered, tripping over her feet trying to reach for him.
This was it, this was his chance. Take the love that she was offering him, take the one thing he so desperately wanted, the one thing he needed. All he had to do was walk into her arms, tell her how much she meant to him, they could be together, be happy. It was so simple, right in front of him.
So he ran.
He ran from her backyard, his heart clenching as he listened to the muffled sobs carrying over the fence. He ran so fast he didn’t register where he was heading until he stood awkwardly in front his fathers trailer, uncharacteristic tears falling from his eyes and his lungs burning. F.P opened the door, his eyes going wide as he saw his son, crying helplessly on his front porch. Natural instincts took hold of him as he wrapped his arms around his son, squeezing him tight and whispering into the familiar mess of dark waves.
About twenty minutes later he found himself, head hanging low, pressed against his dads side as he squeezed his shoulder, neither of the jones men said a word as they sat in comfortable silence. Eventually Jughead broke the silence
“Why did she leave? Why didn’t she stay? Did she ever love me?” He whispered, his eyes staring at nothing.
F.p slumped further into the couch, he knew who his son was referring to, he often found himself staring at the bottom of a bottle repeating those same words.
“Your mother loves you. She always has, that never changed. She had to leave, none of it was your fault. It’s on me Jughead. But never doubt that she loves you.” He turned his body to look Jughead directly in the eyes. “She loves you, I love you, your sister loves you, and Betty Cooper loves you.”
Jugheads eyes widened as he stared at his father “how did you..” he started
F.P laughed, raising a brow
“You think I don’t talk to your girlfriend? How do you think this trailer got so clean, she’s here pretty much every week, brings me damn pies boy. The best pies I’ve ever eaten.” He smirked at his shocked sons expression before he continued “she loves you Jughead, and you love her. You may not know it yet, but you do. You wouldn’t be here, talking to me, trying to figure this out if you didn’t.” He challenged.
Jughead felt his body finally fall limp against the couch. He was so tired. Tired of fighting it, tired of hiding how he felt about her, he never knew what he was missing, what was holding him back. He knew now, guilt, heart break. He couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t hold all that pain on his shoulders. It was too damn heavy.
“You gotta talk to her.” F.P broke his train of thought as he tapped his son on the shoulder
“I can’t.” Jughead stated “I hurt her dad, you should’ve seen her. I ran away, just like mom.” His voice was hoarse and tired.
F.P sighed and pulled out his own phone, quickly tapping a few buttons and putting his phone on speaker, Jughead popped his head up staring at his father confused
“Dad? What are you…?”
Suddenly the familiar, sugary sweet voice of his girlfriend filled the tiny trailer.
“Mr.Jones? Is everything okay?” Her voice was scratchy and low, resigned. he had heard that tone so many times. It made him sick to think he was the one causing it.
“Betty, I need you to come over to my place.” F.P ordered, leaving no room for argument. After a few seconds of silence, Betty answered.
“Okay. I’m on my way.” With that the line went dead and his father turned to his son,
“Apologize, tell her how you feel. Tell her what she means to you, she’s something good son. She’s one of the best. Don’t lose that.” With that F.P walked out of the house.
After ten anxiety ridden minutes, the gentle knock on the door, shook him out of his nerves as he ripped open the door coming face to face with his beautiful girlfriend.
Her eyes went wide and she crossed her arms
“I’m here to see your father, he called me” she poked her head around the door looking for his dad.
“Betty” he tugged her inside, closing the door beside her. “I shouldn’t have run away, I just.. I shut down. I’m scared. I’m so scared.”
Betty uncrossed her arms and moved towards him “of me? You’re scared of me?” She asked softly.
Shaking his head quickly, Jughead took her hands in his “no. I’m afraid of losing you, I’m afraid of you leaving me, rejection. I don’t know, but I’m not doing this anymore. I want to be with you. I… Betty Cooper, I love you.” He tilted her chin up, smiling shyly as tears filled her eyes.
“Really?” She whispered.
He nodded happily, pressing his forehead into hers
“Really. I love you, and I know I’ve been awful, but I’m kind of hoping you still love me?” He questioned timidly, his hands moving to draw lazy circles on her waist.
Giggling softly, she pressed a slow kiss to his lips.
“I love you.” She spoke quietly pulling away and kissing his nose.
Closing his eyes as he melted in her embrace, he thanked god for blonde haired sunshine and dads who were trying.