thanks for coming back to me. that was really brave

Do You Think About Me?

Anon: “Nico as a famous youtuber and will as his biggest fan? uwu”

Ya’ll I live for these tropes…

Hope you guys like it

Ari xxx


Will is not obsessed with Nico di Angelo.

He is just very very committed. Okay, so maybe when Nico posts his daily vlogs, he drops everything just to watch Nico go through his day. So what, if everytime Nico posts a cover of a song, Will almosts faints. 

No, Will was not obsessed. 

He was in love. 

He’s in love with someone he’s never met, but it feels like they’ve known each other for years. He’s in love with someone who doesn’t even know he exists. 

It’s quite pathetic, but sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with. 

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Anon asked: Heyyy omg I freaking love your blog your acc amazing at writing!! Can I pls get a taeyong make up smut scenario thankooooo xx            

Anon asked: Hey! I really like your works and id like to request a super duper fluffy smut with my king, lee taeyong!!! Thanks!!!             

Anon asked: Heyyy do you take requests? Can i request a smut (or a smutty scenario) with Taeyong in which he comes back from his work so he is tired and you take him to the bedroom and he falls asleep but you go shower and when you get out he’s horny? Thank you for even reading this^^  (Your blog is amazinggggg~~ I’m hooked^^ keep up the hard work!)             

HOPEFULLY this is smutty enough for all of you. I hope you enjoy. Listen to every day by ariana grande or rollin’ by brave girls those songs got me through this. ^^

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letrainreign  asked:

Hi so I'm probably going to randomly send you prompts from now on because I absolutely love your writing so here is one of many. Regina sees a little girl at the playground getting picked on so she steps in save her. Days later the girl shows up at the Mills Mansion to show Regina how much of a hero she is to her and Emma finds it adorable.

Thanks for the prompt :) 

TW for bullying.

Regina frowns as she walks by the playground. She normally loves her strolls through the park on her way home but today something sees off. There’s a little girl in the middle of the playground crying as a group of boys surround her. 

For a moment she freezes remembering herself as a young girl, cornered in the market square as the other kids kicked her down and hurled insults at the witch’s daughter. 

Then she remembers how when she went to her mother for comfort and was called weak and banned from going back to the market, how she stayed scared and lonely for years, how she swore she wouldn’t let it happen to Henry. 

So she ends up marching over to the playground wincing as she hears cries of “four eyes” and “look she’s crying!”. She moves past the crowd of kids to stand beside the girl, “What’s going on here?” 

“Mayor Mills,” one of the boys says stepping back. 

“The Queen,” someone whispers. 

“What are you doing?” Regina asks again, “Because the only evil I see in the playground is all of you.” 

“Us?” One of them shouts indignantly. 

“Yes,” Regina replies, “Why are you picking on this girl?”

One of them shrugs, “Because.”

“Because? Just because?” Regina echoes shaking her head, “This is not you treat people. Don’t pick on somebody just for fun. If someone’s different then welcome them in. Don’t bully. Don’t hurt. Be a hero instead of a villain.” 

A few of them pout, chastised but clearly thinking over her words. One of them pipes up, “Why should we listen to you? You’re the Evil Queen.”

Regina nods, “I am, I was and I’ve been the villain and there are times when I’ve been the hero…and I can say without a doubt that letting people in, letting hope and love in…choosing to do good is far more rewarding than choosing evil.” 

They nod satisfied with her answer before apologising to the girl. Regina steps back smiling relieved as they welcome her into their game of tag before heading home. 

***

It’s a few days later when the doorbell rings. Regina frowns in confusion from where she’s been wrapped up in Emma’s arms. “Are we expecting anyone?” 

“I don’t think so,” Emma replies, “I’ll go see who it is.”

Regina nods watching Emma run through the door. She can’t hear much until Emma calls, “Regina! It’s for you!” 

Regina’s confusion only grows but she heads to the door anyway smiling as she recognises the little girl she helped in the playground, “Hi, is everything okay?” 

The woman standing beside her smiles, “I’m Laura, this is Pippa, and we came to thank you…well she did. We came from the Land of Untold Stories and Pippa has had a hard time settling in then the other day she came home and told me how she’d played with the other kids and it was all down to her hero. She hasn’t stopped talking about you…and we wanted to thank you.” 

Regina’s smile grows wider, tears glistening in her eyes as she replies, “It was nothing.” 

“It wasn’t,” Pippa insists, “You saved me so you’re my hero.” The girl steps forward and wraps her arms around Regina in a hug. Regina grins releasing the girl before replying, “Thank you for coming to see me.”

Pippa grins curtseying before reaching into her mother’s purse and pulling out a piece of paper, “This is for you.” 

Regina accepts it, a tear rolling down her cheek as she sees a crayon drawing of herself with the words ‘My hero’ underneath it. “Thank you so much.” 

Laura nods taking Pippa’s hand before leading her back down the patio. Regina waves to them before turning to find Emma grinning at her. “What?”

Emma smiles wiping the tear from Regina’s cheek, “That’s why I love you.”

“What is?” 

“Because you can be so selfless and brave. You really are a hero.”

“And a villain,” Regina points out. 

Emma shrugs, “Not anymore, not to Pippa, not to Henry and not to me.”

Long Way Home - Part Two

Part One | Part Two | Part Three


Tommy catches the woman in front of him without effort - one arm supporting her back as soon as she starts to go pale, the other scooping her legs as she goes limp.

“Making friends Tommy?” Arthur shouts from the table they’ve been drinking at.

“Something like that, need to get her out of here though,” Tommy replies, nodding at her bags as a cue for Arthur to help. “Don’t trust any of these fuckers with an unconscious woman.”

“She tell you where she lives?”

“St Andrews Road, don’t know which house though. We’ll get her round the corner to the house and we can work from there. Polly might recognise her.”

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Requested By: @stephenie-mkm 



Since Scott had become a true alpha his time had been limited which was why English class, the only one on one time you got with your best friend, had become your favourite class. So when the twins slumped down, taking a seat either side of you, you sighed and glared forward not wanting to pay either wolf any attention.



“Hey cutie pie, you wanna tell us where Scotty went to?” You ignored the comment and moved your attention to the teacher who was talking at the front of the class.  Scott walked into the class, glaring at the twins as he took a seat behind you.



“Look who showed up.” The other twin muttered, grinning at his brother. The rest of the class went much of the same way, you and Scott ignoring them while they tried to gain your attention.

 



“Hey (Y/N) what class you got?” You turned to see Stiles and Lydia hurrying up the corridor behind you.



“Gym I think we’re doing track again which means I’ll be with Isaac.” You smile as Lydia hands you a bobble, knowing you well enough to know that you hadn’t brought one yourself.


 

“I’ve got lacrosse training with coach and Lydia’s got art.” Stiles mumbled, frowning when you chucked your gym bag at him and tied your (Y/H/C) hair into a messy bun.


 

“Well good luck just remember Isaac’s faster, last time you almost passed out.” Lydia smiled at you both before exiting to her art class, you and Stiles walked together until you came to the changing rooms where you waved him good bye and hurried to get changed.



 

“Well hey there cutie pie.” You had been doubled over, hands on your knees, as you tried to catch your breath.



“What do you want?” You grumbled. He grinned and held out a bottle of water which you gladly snatched from his hands, downing most of the liquid.



“Just thought I’d be nice and check on you… I mean I was on my second lap and I couldn’t run past you again without feeling mean.” He chuckled, taking the bottle back and walking up the path.



 

“Well… thanks for the water.” You muttered, following him. By the time you’d caught up with Isaac the class was over and you were more than happy to head to the showers and get into fresh clothes.



 

Lydia, Malia and Stiles were waiting outside for you and once Isaac came out of the boys changing room, his hair still soaked, you all headed to the library.




 

“Watch my bags.” You dumped your bags on the table and wondered around in search of a book you hadn’t read yet.




 

Aiden’s POV:

 

“Hey (Y/N)’s behind you.” Ethan muttered under his breath. I glanced over my shoulder and saw some guy talking to her, his hand snaking its way from her arm to her back. I could feel a bitter growl catching at the back of my throat and it wasn’t until Ethan placed a hand on my arm that I’d realised my eyes had shifted.



“So we should hang out sometime.” I looked back over to see (Y/N) backed against a bookshelf, trying her best to convince the boy to leave her alone without hurting his feelings.


“Thanks but I’m really busy.” She said quickly. When he moved closer I was surprised to find my brother stepping over to them.



“She said she’s busy so you can leave.” I joined Ethan’s side, glaring at the boy who just sneered at us.


 

“Come on Cutie pie.” I nodded my head away from the boy and placed a hand on her arm, leading her away, surprisingly she followed me.


“Thanks… I should go back to the pack.” She whispered uncomfortably. I nodded and smiled, making her blush a little as she left, thanking Ethan as she walked past him.



 

“Really you’re going to stick with cutie pie as a nickname.” Ethan smirked as I followed him out of the room.



“Yeah it makes her mad because she spends all her time trying to seem like a big, brave human.” I shook my head as we left the school and headed to our bikes.

 

 


 

“Hey cutie pie.” Aiden chuckled when you jumped and swung the basket of food you were holding at him. “Woah, sheesh just saying hello.”

 


“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I thought you were… something you know, scary.” You blush as he lets go of the basket and makes a face in mock offence.


 

“I’m terrifying.” He frowned at you.


 

“Not really… I mean sure when you first came to town we were scared but now…” you trailed off as you tried to reach a jar on a high shelf, mentally cursing the store for putting it up so high.


 

“Aw Cutie pie, looks like your too short.” You glared at the smug werewolf, who rolled his eyes and grabbed the jar for you. he followed you around the rest of the store, helping you fetch things and carrying the basket when it got to heavy.


 

You spent most of the time trying to figure out why he’d been so nice to you for the last few weeks, the other told you he just wanted to get into Scott’s pack but he never brought up the pack when he was with you, he was more concerned with whatever you were doing or wanted to do.


 

“Um… hey do you need help carrying those home?” You turned to face Aiden with surprise, you hadn’t expected him to offer.


“If you can manage some bags… gee thanks.” Your blush was clear to the both of you but thankful he preoccupied himself with taking all of your bags, using his werewolf strength to carry the heavy load all the way to your door.


“Well now, seeing as I’ve helped you all week I think you owe me something.” He smirked at you, the smug look quickly slipping from his face when he saw you panicking. “Oh no I meant you should go out with me, like on a date.” He set the bags down on your door step and looked at you expectantly.


 

“Oh sure, there’s a lacrosse practise match tomorrow and Lydia’s got something going on so… I have free time that I was going to use to study…” You drifted off in thought only looking up from your hands when Aiden ruffled your hair.


“See you tomorrow then Cutie pie, I need help with English anyway.” He winked and jogged down the road leaving you a little stunned.



More Teen Wolf

The Volunteer

This is for @bettsjuggie, who had the idea. 

“Forsythe, why don’t you go to the nurse’s office with Betty?”

I looked up from my math paper, my stomach sinking. I’d been waiting all day for my teacher to get the call that it was my turn to get a tetanus shot. I’d missed the day the whole third grade got their shots, so the nurse was fitting me in after her morning appointments.

I felt my face get hot because everyone was looking at me. They all knew why Mrs. Willis was sending somebody with me; they’d all been there the last time we’d had vaccines at school, and I’d gotten so panicked the nurse had called my mom and sent me home. Shaking, crying, the whole nine yards—I’d been a basket case. The nurse said I had a needle phobia, that it wasn’t my fault. But I hated drawing attention to myself, and I hated not being perfect.

“Sure.” Jughead was a tall kid, even in third grade. He stood up from his desk and stretched. “Come on, Betts.” I followed him out of the room, but I felt bad. I figured the only reason Mrs. Willis had made him come with me was that he was finished with his work. He always finished before the rest of us, because he was the smartest kid in our class, not that he made a big deal about it or anything.

The school hallway was long, and I heard my Mary Janes echoing on the ugly beige tile. I tried to be brave. My mom had looked up some deep breathing techniques, and I tried to do them, but I really just wished the floor would swallow me whole.

“It’s okay if you’re scared.” Jughead walked along beside me, slouching in his hoodie and jeans. “I don’t like heights. My dad took me on the roof of the water tower once, and I almost threw up.”

I looked over at him, and he smiled his lopsided half-smile. Even back then, he didn’t smile a lot, but he smiled at me.

The pathway from Jason’s room through the rest of the Blossoms’ creepy, gothic horror house was too long. I wanted to get away, but I knew if I didn’t show back up, everyone would wonder where I’d gone, and my parents would freak out.

“Betts, are you ok?” Jughead was at my elbow, walking beside me, not touching me.

“Of course I am,” I snapped, and my voice sounded a little too fast and a little too brittle.

“If you say so,” he mumbled, clearly not believing a word of it.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, Jug.”

“Don’t be.” He held out his arm, and I put my hand under it, just like in old-fashioned movies when the men escort the women in to dinner. But it felt like more than a hand on an arm. It felt like a lifeline.

“I’m ready to administer the shot now. Hold Elizabeth’s hand, Forsythe.” Miss Paulsen, the nurse, looked at Jughead through her horn-rimmed glasses. She could see that I was on the verge of another breakdown. My eyes were filled with tears, and I was willing them not to spill over.

Jughead wrapped his right hand around my left. “Look at me, Betty. Tell me what you’re going to study for our history test next week.”

I focused on his warm, long fingers and the smile hovering around his greenish blue eyes, and I made myself think about social studies. “The United States has three branches of government,” I said, “Executive, legislative, and jud—” Miss Paulsen plunged her needle into my right shoulder, and the breath was knocked out of me.

I went silent, but instead of a full-on panic attack, I just had a couple of tears fall down my cheeks, and I wiped them away as quickly as I could with the back of my hand. “You did really well, Honey,” said the nurse, cleaning up her supplies. “Thank you, Forsythe. That was very helpful.”

Jughead didn’t let go of my hand until I stood up on my own. “Come on, Juggie,” I said, trying not to cry more. “Let’s get out of here.”

“This house is so freaking huge,” I said. I was holding onto Jughead’s arm with a vice grip.

“We’re almost there,” he answered, pointing up ahead, toward the room where everyone was gathered for the creepy after-memorial get-together.

“I miss Polly,” I finally said, softly. It was a non-sequitur, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister, not now that I knew she’d been engaged, that her story was even sadder than I’d ever realized. I prided myself on my self-control, on never being the crazy one, never being the problem. But my head was swimming, and I couldn’t get my equilibrium back.

Jughead stopped me in the middle of the hallway, facing me and cradling my face in his hands. “Betty, look at me.” I blinked hard, trying not to cry, forcing myself to meet his eyes.

“It’s okay not to be the strong one every time.”

I closed my eyes, breathed hard, tried to push my out-of-control feelings out of myself and into the big, warm hands against my face. But it was too late. The sobs wouldn’t stop coming.

“I’m sorry for being such a baby,” I said, still a little teary. We walked back down the long hallway to Mrs. Willis’s classroom, and I tried to calm down.

“I don’t think you were a baby,” Jughead answered, shaking his head emphatically. “You were really brave.” He stopped in the middle of the hallway and hugged me. It was the quick, awkward hug of a third-grade boy and a third-grade girl, but he was a couple of inches taller than me, and it felt kind of nice.

“Thanks, Juggie,” I said. “I—couldn’t have done it without you.”

He smiled, and I smiled, and I wasn’t anxious any more.

As soon as I started really crying, Jughead pulled me into his arms, right in the middle of a weird hallway in the weird house owned by the weird Blossoms. He hugged me, and I expected him to let go, but he didn’t.

“Let it out,” he said, patting my back with one hand and cradling my head against his shoulder with the other. “You’ve been holding it in for way too long.”

He wasn’t letting me go, and I really didn’t want to get away, so I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of the rough fabric of his jacket against my cheek, the sound of his calm breathing underneath my ear, the feeling of finally being held that I realized I’d needed for so long.

I wanted to ask when he’d gone from being a couple of inches taller than me to half a foot, when he’d gotten strong enough to make me feel like nothing could hurt me in his arms, how he’d somehow gone from being a kid to being a man overnight. But I didn’t know how to say any of it, so I just let him hold me.

“I’m sorry, Jug,” I said after a while, my voice a whisper muffled against his shoulder.

“None of that, Betty Cooper,” he answered. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

Just then, I heard someone coming toward us. I couldn’t see who it was, but I heard a voice say, “Poor thing; she must be so cut up about that Blossom boy. I see you’re still doing your job well, Forsythe.”

“Yes, Mrs. Willis.”

Mrs. Willis, our third-grade teacher, long since retired and pretty much out of the loop of anything going on in Riverdale. I figured the Blossoms must have invited her because she’d been Jason’s teacher too.

Once she was long past us, headed for a bathroom somewhere in the environs of the mansion, I finally extricated myself from Juggie’s arms, my calm restored. “Thanks,” I said, trying to wipe my eyes without completely wrecking my makeup. “But what in the world did she mean about your job?”

Jughead smiled his lopsided smile. “You remember that time in third grade, when we had tetanus boosters?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you were so good at keeping me calm that the teachers made you my shot buddy after that.”

He shook his head shyly, lowering his chin and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “They—they didn’t make me. After you had your panic attack, I told Mrs. Willis I wanted to be the one who always went with you. I volunteered, Betts.”

“Of course you did,” I said, unable to help the grin that broke across my face.

“Of course I did,” he answered, grinning back.

The two of us finally rejoined the somber memorial party for Jason Blossom, shoulder to shoulder and side by side. Like always.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Usopp and Kaya as a ship?? Your art is pretty awesome and I'm so happy you share your creations with us!! <3

They are not just ship, to me they are TRUE LOVE 😭
I love their story about the boy once coward, full of lies becoming the brave, strong man and coming back home to his love… that’s just really sweet, almost makes me cry

And thank you so much for the kind words! ❤️

Goodbye Teen Wolf

I was a little late to the fandom as I only started watching/ binging THE CRAP out of this show about a year and a half ago.

Since that moment I have called it one of my favourite shows for so many reasons, most of them including the characters and the actors who play them. 

I want to say thank you to the following people: 

@frecklessbellamy for getting me to love this show as much as I have and listening to my first hand reaction to my binging. 

Tyler Posey/Scott McCall- I fell in love with this guy in 0.25 seconds of seeing him on screen. Thank you for showing me what making the best out of a bad situation is really like. Thank you for showing me that wearing your heart on your sleeve is not a weakness but a real strength. Thank you for being so naively optimistic but showing your wisdom in this brave choice. Thank you Tyler for being the male version of me in your punk Blink 182 loving ways and seriously being my anchor. 

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Dylan O’Brien/Stiles Stilinksi- I don’t think I really need to explain myself here but lets do it. It took me 5 minutes to really appreciate Stiles because I did first think of him as ‘The Robin to Scott’s Batman” , I was so wrong and I’m glad I was. Thank you for showing me what taking every opportunity really means and how to come back stronger than ever from something life changing. Thank you for continuing to be your goofy sarcastic and painfully observant self and knowing your worth in regards to your intelligence. Thank you for your loyalty and showing why slow burns are so precious. AND last but not least giving the world the best GIFS anyone could ask for

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Originally posted by mccall-me-miguel

Crystal Reed/ Allison Argent, Holland Roden/Lydia Martin Arden Cho/Kira Yukimura and Shelley Hennig/Malia Hale- My badass woman, thank you for being just that and having the crazy amazing story lines/ development’s that you’ve had and being a part of the love stories I will never forget. Thank you for being so honest ,being fashion icons and representing incredible charities that need to be spoken about.

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Originally posted by nadiahilker

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

So as we watch (and I live blog the finale) I say this to you Jeff Davis

1- PLEASE don’t let me down Monday and

2- I may not agree with 99.9% of your decisions (story lines mostly) on this show, but I thankful for it all anyway for giving me all the above. 

I’M NOT PREPARED BUT LETS DO THIS!

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Let’s Make a Deal

Request: Hii I really enjoy reading your Divergent Eric imagines, could you write one where ‘Y/N’ (or you can give her a name) is a transfer from Amity and she is quite bad, so When Eric teases her about it she gets really sassy, it makes him kinda angry. He makes her stay back after training and the rest is up to youuu. Could you put some fluff and a lot of teasing and name-calling stuff. Thank youu


Word count: 637


 The punching bag barely moves. You laugh at your own misery, trying hard not to regret your decision. Leaving your family and friends behind was the hardest you’ve ever done. But Dauntless was an old dream, and now you struggle to pass the first stage of this stupid initiation. Well, maybe you’re stupid, thinking that you’re good enough or strong enough to pick Dauntless.

 “No. I will make it. I will.” You whisper, noticing Four stopping beside you.

 “C’mom, initiate. You’re better than this.”

 “I’m trying, ok? Can you please leave me alone?” It’s not that you don’t like Four, he’s a nice guy actually, but when Four talks to someone, Eric quickly follows him. You don’t know why, but you do know they hate each other. And now, guess what? Eric is coming your way. You take a deep breath, cursing Four between teeth.

 “Hey, Four. How’s our ‘banjo strummin’ softie’ ?” Eric stopped behind you, and you can tell that he has that idiot smile on his face.

 “I’m not in Amity anymore, so shut up.”

 “Are you mad, (Y/N)?” His voice is low, but it’s enough to make everyone freeze and stare at both of you. “You better get back to work right now, initiates!” Eric screams and everyone jumps. Not you. You won’t let him scare you.

 “I’m not mad. But I’m sure you’re blind since you’re calling me ‘banjo strummin’ softie’ when I’m wearing black.” The punching bag slightly moves, making Eric laughs. He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him. Four is gone, that bastard.

 “I am your leader and you will show me some respect.”

 “I’ll show you respect when you do the same.” With a violent push, you’re free, turning back to the punching bag.

 When the day is over you follow your new friends out of the training room, but just when you reach the door, Eric calls your name. Twice. Rolling your eyes you stop on your tracks, waiting for everyone to leave.

 “I’ll be outside. Scream if you need me.” Four says in a low voice when he walks by you.

 Slowly you turn around, making your way to Eric, who’s standing near the punching bags. When you reach him, you notice that he’s looking at your hands. They’re bleeding, but you pretend the pain it’s just a ghost.

 “Do you miss your trees, Amity?” He breaks the silence.

 “If you called me to say this, I’ll leave right now.”

 “I’m your leader, you’ll do as I say.”

 “No, I won’t. Sorry if I’m not scared of you like everybody else.”

 Eric grabs your wrist when you give a step back. You gasp thanks to the sudden pain.

 “Pay attention, (Y/N), I won’t say it again.”

 “Let me go right now. Four is out there and he’ll come to beat the shit out of you!” Despite the fear, you manage to keep a confident voice  

 “Oh, really? Do you really think I care? You won’t get through initiation.”

 “Oh, really? Then why don’t you just kill me already?” You keep a straight face, trying to look brave.

 “Two options. I can kill you or train you. Choose.”

 “You would help a ‘banjo strummin’ softie’?” Ignoring your heart beating against your chest, you let laugh escapes your lips. Why would he do anything for you?

 “Who would guess? I kinda have a thing for fragile girls. And you have this… fire inside you. You’d be a good leader.” Eric let’s go of your wrist and you step back immediately. “What?”

 “Let’s make a deal. You help me get through initiation and maybe after I make it into Dauntless I’ll think about helping you with the leadership.” You smirk, walking away from him.

“For an Amity girl, you’re way too sassy.”

“That’s why I left, honey.”


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language. Hope you like it. 

I have been having issues with my triad. We love each other but it’s still new to all of us and because of my past monogamous marriage I have some jealousy and anger issues to work through. I want my hubby and our girlfriend to be happy but I feel like I’m ruining their time together because I have this thought in my mind that he is gonna leave me and our unborn child even though I know he won’t. I have talked to him about this and he reassures me but that fear is still there and idk what to do about it. Any advice?

Hi! Let me start by saying that going poly from a previously closed, established relationship is a TOTALLY different animal from starting out in a new poly relationship, especially if none of you have practiced poly before. Not only are you at the bottom of your learning curve, but (in my experience) you also feel like you’re giving something up that you had gotten used to, something that was incredibly precious to you.

And I’m not here to tell you that’s wrong, that everything balances out, that you’re gaining something more in exchange for giving up exclusivity. The fact is that you are giving something up, and I’m not going to pretend it’s easy. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done – and for some relationships, my own included, it genuinely doesn’t work.

You may love each other to the moon and back, but the little things will start to build up and one day you may find yourself in a situation where you just can’t stand to have your life the way it is. Those are the harsh, cold facts.

NOW.

Here’s what I learned from that.

  1. Focus on individual relationships. While it is important to have a good whole-triad relationship, you don’t all have to hang out together all the time (if that is what you are doing), or even ever, if you find that the jealousy is easier to manage when things aren’t right in your face. If you have good individual relationships with each person in your triad, you’ll be much better able to talk things out when they need talking. (This is not to say that you shouldn’t also try to build a good three-way relationship, but consider it a next level on top of the two-way foundations.)

  2. Give yourselves enough distance. If things start getting tense, if you find yourself snipping at each other, you need to walk away. Otherwise, if you’re anything like me, it will get nasty, someone might yell, there might be hurt feelings, and you can’t ever undo that. Walk away, let yourself cool down, come back to it when you are ready to talk. You will thank yourself later.

  3. Be really fucking brave. Poly takes a lot of guts - it takes guts to push through the jealousy, and it takes even more guts to tell your partners, in a loving way, when something is bothering you, or when you need something from them.

Your husband loves you. Never forget that. But at the same time, don’t let yourself fall into the trap of thinking that that’s enough, because it isn’t – you are in for a lot of work, and so is he, and so is your girlfriend.

Make it loving, compassionate work, and someday it will be worth it.

30 Day Writing Challenge!

Title: It’s Time

Rating: I guess G? Maybe T irdk Noya curses so there’s that

Sumarry: Hinata tells the team

WOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE. No excuses bc I really haven’t been super busy??? Yeaaahhhh. But I have this whole thing planned out now! So hopefully I’ll be able to spit something out at least once a week! Sorry about the huge wait, I feel like a jerk bc I even got a message asking if I was continuing this ;-; the prompt for this was accusation. Hinata does get accused of something but also accuses himself of being what he is. It’s more lighthearted accusing bc I couldn’t make myself write something that would make Hinata actually cry. (that’ll come later) I mean what.

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12.06 coda

Next time Cas is back for real!

Tim Hortons is no Biggerson’s. But the menu promises that the breakfast sandwiches are hot and that they come with bacon and that’s about all Dean can ask for right now. 

He does almost have a heart attack when Sam leans over to whisper, “Make sure it’s not Canadian bacon. We’re in Canada.”

He flags down the waitress and explains, in explicit detail, how he would like his bacon cooked.

Jody and Mary are still waiting in the car. The four of them decide to eat there, away from the noise and civilians. The somber mood of the funeral has still carried over somewhat, and admittedly Dean’s finding it a little hard to choke down bacon after smelling burning flesh all morning.

“So, I got there kind of late,” Mary says through a mouthful of biscuit - apparently not plagued by the same loss of appetite that Dean is. “What were the other hunters like, anyway?”

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anonymous asked:

In honor of 2x09, how about Sanvers having sex for the first time after their reconciliation at the end of the episode?

I’m gonna change this slightly because I don’t want their first time to be make up sex but I will continue the scene and hopefully it satisfies!!!! <3 <3 <3

She feels Alex sigh in deep relief after a whispered thank you, and she keeps one of her hands on the small of Alex’s back, because she knows, she knows already, that that’s where Alex feels fear.

And she wants to comfort her, wants to tell her it’s going to be okay, that they’re going to be okay, because she never wants Alex to be scared, she never wants Alex to be in pain.

But the words stick in her throat, because she’s still scared, and she’s still in pain. So she settles for her hand on Alex’s fear spot, and hopes it’s enough.

Hopes she’s enough.

To make her not run again. To get her to stay.

Because others have left Maggie, and it’s broken her bones and it’s broken her spirit and it’s broken her heart.

But Alex? If Alex leaves, if Alex calls it, them, her, a mistake again?

There won’t be enough scotch and hot glue in the world to piece her back together. Because Alex is different, somehow. Alex is special, somehow.

And not because her sister is Supergirl.

Alex lifts her hand and runs it through Maggie’s hair, and the small action relaxes Maggie’s body, somewhat, relaxes Maggie’s defenses, somewhat.

“How does everybody not know?” she asks, and Alex pulls back from their hug, baffled, wondering if somehow Maggie talked to people at the DEO, if they told her they could tell that badass, devil-may-care Alex Danvers has something she’s never had before: a weakness.

“Know?”

Maggie chuckles. “About Kara.”

Alex splutters in relief, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Cat Grant figured it out, but we um… we managed to nip it in the bud as best we could.”

“Cat Grant’s supposed to be a smart woman.”

Alex beams. “You’re a smart woman.”

“Aw, Danvers, don’t tell me you’re gonna resort to random compliments to make up for your running.”

Alex sobers immediately, and Maggie curses herself for screwing things up, for not just taking a damn compliment, for destroying everything. Again.

“I am gonna make up for it, Maggie, I… I’m gonna be the best girlfriend you’ve ever had, I… I’m gonna be braver. Like you.”

Maggie furrows her brow and leans back on the kitchen island, arms crossed over her chest.

“Braver.”

Alex shrugs and tugs more at the hem of her shirt. “I know you, too. I know you’ve been hurt, I know… I know people… women… haven’t treated you like you deserve to be treated. Haven’t loved you like you deserve to be loved. And I… today, I became one of those women. Who just… yo-yoed you. Tossed you aside, begged you to come back. I know you, too, Maggie, and I know you’re scared. And I never wanted to give you more of a reason to be, but I did, I gave you a huge reason, and I just… you’re brave. For coming over, for… hearing me out. For giving me another chance.”

Maggie bites her lip and lowers her gaze, and Alex puts a gentle finger under her chin. Maggie lets Alex lift her face so she’s looking up into her soft eyes.

“Thank you. I value you, Maggie, and I… I’m gonna work really hard. Because that’s what you deserve.”

“Yeah, people don’t… people don’t tend to think I deserve all that much.”

“Maggie – “

“No, it’s fine, I don’t… I don’t wanna be all self-pitying, I just… I really like you, Alex, and I think I can easily… You’re not just another name on a list.” She chuckles and reaches up to touch Alex’s cheek, because she might be terrified, but she’s in this, because she can’t not be in this, because Alex, Alex, Alex.

“There’s only one Alex Danvers. Aaaaand I kinda like her being my girlfriend. So, yeah. You get a second chance.”

Alex bites the inside of her cheek and Alex smiles and Alex leans down slowly, slowly, asking Maggie with her eyes, and Maggie answers with her lips, and their kiss is slow, and their kiss is soft, and their kiss is tender, and their kiss is fear, and their kiss is forgiveness, and their kiss is acceptance, and their kiss is hope.

When their lips part their arms are back around each other, their bodies are pressed against each other, because one hug wasn’t enough, not for tonight, not for any night.

They only part when Alex’s stomach growls and Maggie smiles broadly, because this woman is perfect.

“Can I cook my beautiful lady dinner?” Maggie wants to know, and Alex squirms with a massive smile and reddened cheeks and a crinkled nose, and it is the cutest thing Maggie has ever, ever seen.

“Only if I can regale you with tales of my mission on another planet while you do.”

“Wait, shut up. Another planet? That’s where Kara and the others were? Way to bury the lead, woman! Spill!” Maggie laughs, and Alex obliges.

And as Alex talks, Maggie’s fear melts, because this kind of intimacy? Alex stealing ingredients and popping them into her mouth while Maggie cooks, Alex pressing random kisses to the back of her neck in between breaths, Maggie touching her waist each time she needs to get by to get something, Alex automatically bringing her things from the higher shelves when she sees Maggie going up in tip toes?

This is what they’ve both been missing all along, and damn, is it worth every risk.

anonymous asked:

I love your writing and have been admiring it for a very long time, I was wondering you could write a sterek AU with the prompt: "we casually hook up at parties sometimes but this time you got so drunk you couldn’t make it all the way back to your dorm so i let you crash in my room because it was closer and it turns out you’re really cute when you wake up in the morning, fuck" Im not even kidding I need this like air

The first time it happens, the music’s too loud for Derek to hear much. All he knows is that Stiles (Derek had to ask him to repeat his name, twice), was wearing extremely tight, extremely flattering jeans, and he spent the entire evening looking at Derek. Their eyes would meet and he’d smirk, take a sip of his beer, look away, make Derek want him to cast another glance his way. 

So, he’d done what he did best, and hovered in the corner, nodding along to whatever anecdote Erica was shouting in his ear, and kept one eye on Stiles. Eventually, when Erica abandoned him to start up a slow grind with Boyd in the living room, Stiles had sauntered over. 

“Your girlfriend looks like she’s having fun.”

Derek had snorted, shaken his head, “Not my girlfriend.”

“Huh,” Stiles had held his eye, the twitch of a smile on his lips, “So, you’re single and ready to mingle?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not a fan of mingling.”

“Single, but a hermit?”

“Pretty much.”

Stiles had given him a purposeful once over, drained the last of his beer, “You feel like comin’ out of your shell for the night?”

Derek laughed, “Do lines like that ever work?”

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mosdra  asked:

deckerstar “You are a bloody idiot, you know that?” or “You did all of this for me?” i can't choose

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! this one was also requested by @cmais027!

I’m finally back to writing prompts after a long and busy week! This one turned out to be a little longer than usual, which is why I put a keep reading link. Hope you guys enjoy it!

#18 – You’re a bloody idiot, you know that? + #17 – You did this all for me?

Trixie’s birthday was coming up, and Chloe really wanted to do something special for her little girl. It had been one Hell of a year and a half, first with Malcolm, then with her getting poisoned… and with how brave her baby girl had been, Chloe thought she truly deserved something special. Plus, they hadn’t gotten together for a day to have fun and celebrate for a while now. Dan and she were always so busy with work these days, especially with the rising number of mysterious cases that always ended linking back to the mysterious Sinnerman. Marcus didn’t give them a moment to rest, but then again, she wouldn’t have taken one either if he had.

There was only one problem.

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Serendipity [Eric x Reader] ||  Part Two(2)

[Part Two(1)]

With soaking clothes you were stamping down the hallway, irritated and freezing. He didn’t even bother to check if you were okay. He just walked away! What an idiot.  Just the simple memory of what happened yesterday made you cringe. How could you even have thought that there was something …special between you two? Oh how stupid you were, falling for a simple touch and those blue eyes. ‘Pull yourself together, [Y/N]’. Today, Eric made clear that you were just one of 20 initiates to him, nothing more. And you had to get everything related to him out of your mind and concentrate on training.

„[Y/N]!“ Huh? All lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice when Four walked up to you. „What on earth did Eric do to you?“ He grabbed your arm and turned you around, observing you with furrowed brow.
„Oh, it’s – uhm,  I just had the pleasure to go swimming”, you said, brushing it off. Of course you were angry at what had happened, but complaining about it to Four just didn’t feel right.
“You okay?” Did you saw real concern in his eyes?
„I’m fine.” Four crossed his arms. „Eric had no right to do this. Punishing you just because you didn’t do as he pleased.”
“No it’s okay. As a Dauntless you have to follow the rules which I didn’t.”
“[Y/N]”, Four smiled at you. “Even if I’m you superior, you can still be honest with me. You know, what you did today was really brave. I couldn’t have said it better.“  You couldn’t help but smile back. Being called brave by someone like him was obviously an honor to you. That confirmation made you feel better. „Thank you.” „Come, you need to take off those wet clothes or else you’ll get a cold.“ He put one hand on your back and pushed you slightly forward. „Four, the dormitory is not that way“, you said confused as you were going upstairs. „Yeah I know, we’re not going there.“ Great, for the second time today you were following one of your trainers through the compound, not knowing where you were going. Suddenly, you had the urge to laugh. For days, you barely talked to anyone and now, Al and Four talking to you and actually being nice, what a strange feeling. You could actually feel good for once, if there wasn’t the thought of Eric…

Four stopped in front of his apartment door and unlocked it. You eyed him suspiciously as he gestured you to get in. “Don’t worry I’m not planing on killing you.” You entered and look around. His apartment was huge! Sparsely furnished and convenient, just as you expected. Four vanished behind the bathroom door and you could hear how the bathtub started filling with water.  „If you want to continue training, you need a hot bath, or else it will damage your muscles.“ What? Was he really expecting you to take a bath at his place. Wasn’t that kind of..inappropriate? As if he could read your thoughts, Four gave you a light smack on your back. “Go. As your trainer I also have to care for your health.” ‘Tell that Eric’, you thought and nodded quietly before you went to the bathroom.

You almost forgot how good a bath felt. No, good was an understatement. It felt like heaven! Especially after that cold river. Your whole body relaxed as you sank deeper into the hot water, letting go of all your tensions. Eric, Al, you were able to forget everyone- it was just you and the nice apricot scent of the bath.
After what felt like an hour, you finally stood up and got out of the water. Since your clothes were still completely wet and ice cold, you had to wrap a towel around your body.
Four was standing in the kitchen when you came out of the bathroom. The smell of food was filling the air and you realized how hungry you actually were. “Finally. I was already in fear that you drowned. There are some clothes laying on the bed, put them on. They’re probably too big but still better than your wet ones.” You blinked and looked at Four. “Thank you.”You had to admit, it felt really great that someone actually cared about you, even if he was only doing his job.

You put on the clothes (which were much too big) and sat down on the table. “You must be hungry”, he stated, placed a plate with rice and turkey strips in front of you and sat down next to you. “You missed the dinner.” “Yes, I am. Than-” “Stop. You don’t have to thank me every five minutes. We’re not in Amity.” You’re not in Amity, right. But if there’s one characteristic of you that actually fit into Amity, it was your good manners. 'Thank you’ and 'please’  belonged to your daily vocabulary, although you had your problems with saying sorry…

After you both ate up, you decided it’d be best to leave now. It was late, you were tired, and hell knows what was awaiting you the following day. “I expect you to be fit tomorrow”, Four said in his trainer voice as you were standing in the doorway. “Yes sir”, you replied jokingly and smiled. “And…thanks.” You added and quickly left before Four was able to counter something. Just in the moment you reached the corner, someone came round it and bumped into you- well, it was more like you bumped into him since it was you who stumbled back and almost fell on the floor.
Oh no, really? Of all the timings, it couldn’t have been a worse! If there was something like destiny, yours surely hate you. Eric looked at the clothes you were wearing, and the wet clothes in your hands. For a moment the question was in his eyes and started to form on his lips-and then comprehension hardened his gaze as he saw Four who was still standing in the doorway. He looked from Four back to you. “What the hell is going on?!”, the anger in his voice was clearly to hear. You wanted to tell him that it was none of his business, but before you opened your mouth, Four came ahead of you.
“I just made sure she is okay after you decided to punish her just like that.”
“Just like that? She clearly broke the rules. And now you reward her for that!” You felt sorry for Four. Just because of you, Eric was snarling at him.
“I didn’t reward her. I just made sure she’ll be able to continue training. You know  how cold the water is by this time of the year!”
“You didn’t have to baby her. [Y/N] is more than capable of putting up with it. She’s stronger than you think.” Whoa, did Eric just kinda.. complimented you? With an unnoticeable smirk on your face, you looked at Eric, who started realizing what he just said. He took a small glance at you before turning his attention back to Four. “Dare to do that again”, he said calmly but with such an emphasis that it sounded like a death threat. A cold shiver ran  down your spine, poor Four. Instead of staring back, Four looked at you. “You should go to bed”, he said before closing the door. Yes, you really should do that before Eric had the chance to jump down on your throat. As you were about to move past Eric he grabbed your arm. “Not so fast, initiate.” 

Oh god please no, as if this day wasn’t horrible enough. And the worst part of it all was, that despite the fact that you should be mad at him, you couldn’t. Was it the way he looked at you now that Four  wasn’t present anymore, or the touch of his hand on your arm that made every fiber of your body long for this man? Was feeling like this towards your leader even allowed?
“You made it to the third place of the rankings”, Eric said and looked straight in your eyes. Wait, what? No ranting, no warning, nothing? Did he just pretend all of this didn’t happen? You just couldn’t make sense of him. One time he compliments you, the other time he pretends you don’t exist. Yesterday he looked at you like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, but then, today he didn’t even care about your well-being. His expression was so soft while his body language and the things he actually said were kind of the opposite. It was as if he tried to be as little personal as possible. This man was the personification of contradiction, a mystery which your heart begged to solve. Why did it feel like your lungs were collapsing and you couldn’t barely breathe when he was near you?  

“That’s great”, you finally said without any actual enthusiasm. You couldn’t stand being any second longer with him. The ache for what never will happen was overwhelming you right now, and fuck, why did it hurt? You turned away from him and  were about to leave but he tightened his grip on your arm. “You okay?” Seriously? Now? He didn’t bother to ask you that after you jumped into the freezing hell of a river and all of sudden he cared? Did he maybe actually notice how troubled you were right now?
“I’m fine!”, you hissed and freed your arm from his grip. This man was straining you nerves, and you were certain that if you didn’t leave right now, you’d start tearing up. “I had to do this”, Eric said as you turned around. You’ve never had heard his voice being so soft as in this moment. “I know.” With that words said, you quickly left.

As much as he tried to get you out of mind, your [y/e/c] eyes wouldn’t let go off him. And now, his actions and his stupid behaviour had driven you straight into the arms of Four. Seeing you with him did hurt Eric, even though he didn’t want to admit it. He just couldn’t stop himself from caring about you. And that scared him. He never felt like this towards someone before. That’s why he didn’t know how to behave around you, feelings like this were a weakness. As a Dauntless leader, he certainly couldn’t afford it that anyone could think he was weak, even if that resulted in you, the only person he cared about, hating him.

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a/n: finally! this took me like ages…there’s not much Eric x Reader in this but I promise, next chapter will be almost only about them :)

anonymous asked:

Hey I just wanted to say I really like your writing, and I know how you feel about being outside a fandom , I've never been brave enough To even talk to anyone in any fandom in been in , but I hope your having a better day

Thank you. I am sorry it has taken me so long to respond to this I’ve not been in good enough headspace to talk to anyone really.

I just feel really disconnected from the fandom right now. Even though many people have told me I’m not and it’s okay to come back my brain tells me it’s not and that no one wants me there and it’s hard to use my brain to convince my brain my brain is wrong, you know? Idk. I’m ranting. But thank you.

I’m trying to have better days. Mostly I’m just tired.

Under a Blood Red Sky

a/n: enjoy some teenage!phan bein gay as usual ok

Summary: Dan’s parents aren’t taking his coming out as trans very well and Phil comforts him.

Words: 1k

Warnings: angsty kind of but like idk mostly fluff, transphobia mention.


It was late, 2 or 3  the morning. They’d been in bed talking, at times very much not talking, and then talking some more.

Phil’s parents were away for the weekend, gone to visit his grandparents in Cambridge or something for new years, surprisingly leaving Phil alone in the house. Phil wasn’t complaining though. He got to spend more time with his boyfriend.

“Wowzers. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year…” Dan mumbled, turning his head with a sleepy wondrous grin on his face. “And you’re still fucking gay.”

“Hey,” Phil said, putting his hand on Dan’s stomach, his index finger making a slow ring on the skin there. “Watch your fucking mouth…”

Dan slaps his hand away. “That tickles.”

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calictii  asked:

A cool story: i’m nb boy and i love feminine things so i get misgendered a lot. But on tuesday i went to hang out with my friends and i was brave enough to correct them to he!!! I was quite afraid if they would take me seriously but things turned out great!! Whooo!

Ah that’s really good, I’m glad your friends were so cool with it! My friends back home are my lifeline, honestly, the hardest part of making friends at uni has been coming out again when all I want to do is get by unnoticed and unpoliticised. This kind of thing is so reassuring, thank you for sending it in ^^