the end credits are the best part

homestuck is great cause there’s not just stellar lgbt+ representation, but there’s so many different approaches to sexuality.

  • Rose is obviously not straight, and never really has any deep soul-searching or personal arc related to that. She just is, and everyone (including her) just accepts that and moves on.
  • On the flip side, Dave’s entire personal arc is directly related to compulsory heterosexuality and internalized homophobia. He goes on a serious journey to discover who he’s attracted to and what that means to him.
  • Meanwhile Jake is generally questioning, and even at the end (pre-credits, idk about after) has no real idea what his sexuality is. and the best part is, he’s pretty much okay with that.
  • And Dirk is 100% only attracted to men, and (being dirk) has clearly thought about it before, but is really hesitant to deal with labels. he just dates who he likes and that’s about it.
  • Finally there’s Roxy, who is basically attracted to everyone and mostly seems like she just doesn’t care about defining what that means.

I could go on, but I really love how it showcases how different everyone is and that there’s no real ‘right’ way to do sexuality. It’s ultimately just whatever makes you happy.

I think my favorite thing about the ending of episode 10 is that all of it reminds me of one of those super cliche endings in a rom-com. First, we have the song- it just sounds like one of those super catchy songs they put at the end of those cheesy movies. And then of course the photos that are reeled through the credits (that are usually from a wedding reception) except this is a skating banquet with a stripper’s pole, but it might as well be a wedding reception tbh. 

BUT THE BEST PART, is that this ending reel in episode 10 doesn’t show the end of a rom-com

It shows the beginning  

And then the show was never the same ever again. 

Kinktober #31: All of the above

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 - FINAL

The 109th Academy Awards brings a truly outstanding crop of films to pick from that year in any category—slowly but surely, however, a candidate for favorite begins to emerge.

Somewhere to Belong sweeps up Best Original Screenplay, Costume Design, and Makeup and Hair Styling effortlessly. In a slight upset, it loses out on Best Score, but does pick up Best Original Song, a heart-wrenching ballad played during the end credits that has spawned a thousand popular YouTube covers. There isn’t a dry eye in the house after it’s performed live that evening.

After that, it dominates, winning every category it’s up for—Visual Effects, Production Design, Film Editing, Cinematography, and finally, Best Director.

All that’s left now are the awards for Best Actress and Actor in a leading role, and Best Picture (where the choice is clear).

Shouyou and Tobio are seated together in the audience, a common focus for reaction shots from the cameras when winners are announced. This wears on Tobio more than anyone may suspect—at least when he’s acting, he’s aware of where the cameras are, when and how his reactions need to be delivered, what the focus of the scene is. Public appearances are more difficult for him.

Does his face on the enormous monitors look thrilled enough when their film is announced (for something like the hundredth time that night)? Is he laughing at the right spots when the host cracks jokes? Does he look interested, or just bored, when the camera pans over him again?

Sometime into the second hour, he feels something warm press against his own hand. He glances down, to see Shouyou’s fingers have found his own.

“Relax,” Shouyou murmurs to him, and Tobio feels some of the tension ease from his shoulders, which were starting to hurt. “Your face is fine.”

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Race to the Airport
Blake Neely
Race to the Airport

I know it’s been like two years, but hAVE YOU LISTENED TO THIS WITHOUT THE IMAGE?? As the title suggests, it plays during the scene Jane chases after Lisbon’s plane, but it’s like so much more than THAT!? Listen to it, it describes the end of the tale that is Patrick Jane - after all the ordeals he went through, after all the pain and the loss, he decided to live again and this is his race back to life. His race back to believing. And it is so beautiful and cathartic. Just close your eyes and listen to it, seriously. Idk, Blake Neely is one of the most amazing composers out there (*breathes loudly*). 

(Disclaimer: I own nothing). 



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Doubt (Layered)
twenty one pilots
Doubt (Layered)

I get bored and mess around in Garage Band [part 8/?]

use headphones

stay street


Best Friends pt. 2 - Liam Dunbar (Smut)

Idfc - Blackbear (Tarro Remix)

☼ Cause I have hella feelings for you

I act like I don’t fucking care

Cause I’m so fucking scared

I’m only a fool for you 

Warnings: Liam fucking Dunbar

Underaged characters are aged up to 18 years old in my writings and are most likely in their senior year of high school.

❀ Gif credit to owners/creators ❀

[ Part One ]

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Red String of Fate Pt. II

Genre: Smut

Characters: Daehyun x Original Character

Summary: Daehyun can see the red string of fate. He had hard time finding his soulmate until he meets a girl who may be in love with his best friend.

Word Count: 3012

Credit to gif owner… I may fix this because I didn’t like a lot of it.

Part I


After the misunderstanding at Hana’s bakery, Daehyun and she started to text more than before. From first messages in the morning to falling asleep on the phone via call or text. Their days started and ended with them together even if it was just through phone.

Hana was prepared for bed when a knock sounded on her door. She made her way to the door and when she opened it, Youngjae’s drunken-self fell on her. “What the– seriously, Jae?!”

“Sorry, Hana. He kind of lead the way. Even drunk he knows how to find his way to safety.” Jongup scratched his head before he helped Youngjae to the couch.

Hana shook her head and went into the kitchen to get medicine and water. “It’s fine. Drunk Youngjae got nothing on me. After he threw up on me, I’ve become immune to his drunkenness.”

Jongup grimaced at the thought before he headed towards the door with Hana close behind to lock up. Before he left her apartment, he turned to her, “Could we be friends? Not like fuck buddies, but just friends. I’m sure you don’t want to be with the vice president of fuck boy land.”

Hana laughed as she was caught off guard, “Youngjae told you about that?” Jongup nodded in reply with a large grin. “Look, I didn’t mean anything harsh about it. I was just—”

“It’s fine. I get it. I mean, I am kind of a fuck boy, so friends?”

Youngjae shot up on the couch and vomited on the carpet. Jongup grimaced as she sucked in a deep breath, “I’ll get your number from Youngjae’s phone later. I have a child I need to kill for ruining my carpet.” Hana swung the front door close. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, JAE!”

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i have been loving hyungwon a lot more recently so i am more than thrilled to write for him. be warned: i’m a poor lil asexual babu so my smutty parts may not be as good, but i’m going to try my best. note: i am also assuming that you, the reader, are AFAB so that is what this scenario will include.

Hyungwon Scenario

Genre(s): Smut, a lil fluff
Word Count: 1,513
Prompt: “Our first time was supposed to be hot and sensual but I ended up hitting you accidentally and now we’re laughing uncontrollably.”

*credit to the owner/maker of this gif*

Chae Hyungwon. His name brought up so many sweet memories that privileged only you. The first time you met in school, the day he debuted as you cheered him on, the night he confessed to you and asked to date you; he made sure in all of your time together that each memory he left you with would fill you with happiness and contentment.

And so he did. He made you happy and content. He tried his hardest and he succeeded every day, and you appreciated him with every little thing he did for you. Every smile, every kiss, every touch.

Tonight, however, was your night to repay him for all of those sweet memories. You wanted to give him a special memory that was all his own.

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Imagine Negan taking you captive and trying to escape but you end up falling for him

(Sorry If this sounds similar to some of my other imagines but this is what was requested and I did my best to make it different. Hope you all like it :D and also sorry for not posting yesterday I was busy. Gif not mine/Credit to the original owner/Found it on google)

You had been part of the Saviors since the formation of the group. They had come across you when they were on a supply run and offered you a place among them.

Seeing no harm in it at first, you accepted the offer.

However, little did you know the Saviors were a particular set of people.

They were numerous, strong and quite violent. Not only by the way they killed walkers but they would threaten and forced other groups to give them supplies.

They committed murders, theft, blackmail, and much more. All this was lead by their leader, Negan.

He was attractive, yet his attitude and demeanor disgusted you in the long run.

He was kind and caring at first but later on he proved to be cruel and twisted.

Indeed, a few days after you got to their place you had been forced to stay and become one of his wives.


“Ah! Y/N, my wife!” He had said as you walked towards where the others had gathered around.

“What…? ” You had said in a confused tone.

He laughed and got closer to you. He held you by the shoulder and announced once again to the others that you were his wife as of now.

You glared at him and pushed him slightly away from you. You then asked “What is the meaning of this!?”

He tighten his grip and told you “You didn’t think you could just stay here and enjoy all our supplies without paying up…do you?”

You furrowed you brows at his statement and despite his smile his tone was sinister.

“Don’t even think of leaving…i’ll find you…no matter what…try and I swear I’ll make it your first and last…” He then lead you towards what had been the reason behind the assembly and realized it was a dead body

You felt anxious in that moment, as the body was so unrecognizable, you started to feel nauseous.

In that moment, you realized you were trap and could only nod in agreement.

He laughed and looked at the others and said “My wife…finally she gets it!”


Since he had been visiting you nightly to keep you company and had been keeping a few guards in front of your doors to keep you safe.

During the day he would make sure you were well treated and would usually try to go out of his way to spend the day with you.

It was clear to everyone he was infatuated with you and he enjoyed your company over the other women. You were rather a quiet and reserved person and he liked trying to discovering more of you. 


While he was sweet and gentle, most of the time, knowing his plans and how he acted towards others made you unable to fully accept him. You had thought many times of way of escaping but somehow he always read your mind.

One night while eating with you he had asked  

“Y/N…I heard from the others you tried to go outside without my knowledge…Is it true?”

You shook your head and it made him smile and said “You know…I’d do anything to keep you here…with me…”

His tone was sincere but his hand gripped yours tightly.

"I know…There’s no reason for me to leave…I have everything here…food, shelter…you…” You responded back. Although you didn’t meant any of the words you knew better than to give him reason to doubt your loyalty.

He smiled and said “God…I love hearing you say that! It reassures me!”

He then continued “I never thought I could love someone as much as I do you…”

You nodded and he chuckled “You doubt me, don’t you? You shouldn’t…”

He lunged towards you and kissed you. 


One day, another group had attacked the Saviors and you seized the opportunity to run away while everyone was confused about the situation.

You took your bag and no one had seemed to notice you during the commotion and you managed to slip away.


You had been walking in the woods for a few days and everything seemed quiet.

You continued along until you heard the sounds of cars. You looked back and immediately noticed who it were.

You began to run as fast as you could. The cars followed you from behind, you took a few glances at them and started to run faster.

Until you saw cars charging at you from the front. It made you stop and you stumbled on your feet. You were out of breath and fell to the ground.


You knew you were screwed and how angry Negan would get. He would probably Lucille you for your deceit and you couldn’t even try anything on him as his men would probably back him up and kill you before you get the chance.

Negan got out of the car in front of you and violently shut the door. He walked over to you and said "Hey! Where the hell were you!?”

He grabbed your arm and helped you get to your feet. He immediately hugged you but he then noticed your bag and asked you  “Were you trying to get away from me? Why?” in a worried tone.

Seeing his sad expression made you feel bad about what happened. So you nodded and answered honestly “I can’t stay with you anymore Negan…This life with you and the Saviors…isn’t for me…I’m no use to anyone…”

He shook his head and stuttered “I-I need you! I thought I had been clear on this…You can’t leave us now…I-I told you…I love you…”

“Negan..What I mean is I can’t stay with people like you…You’ve killed and threatened others…It frightens me…please just let me go…” You replied trying to get your arm out of his grip.

“No…No i’m not letting you go…I told you already that I’m in love with you!” He yelled at you. You noticed his eyes were watery but it immediately changed as he pulled you closer to him and carried you bridal style. 

It surprised you and you began to try and get down.

“What? Let me down! Negan! Now!”

He laughed at how cute you were in that moment and then stared at you and said “Y/N! If I promise you i’ll change my ways…will you willingly stay with us? with me ?”

Hearing your name, you calmed down and stared back at him. You then questioned him further “What do you mean?”

“No more starting shit… killing…. and every other thing you don’t like…unless it’s the only way to get back at other people of course…”

You stayed in deep thought about his proposition. Seeing how sincere he was and how far he would go just to get you back, you gazed at him and you believed him. You nodded and said

“Fine…I’ll go back with you…you can let me down now…I promise I won’t run.”

Hearing what he wanted to hear Negan began to walk towards the car and you suddenly tapped him and said “Negan, you can let me down now… I can walk to the car on my own. ”

“Nope…I don’t want to…” He said staring at you with a soft expression.

You suddenly felt an intense desire for him that you had never had before and wrapped you arms around his neck. You held him and kissed him, to your and his surprise.

You backed away from the kiss and it disappointed him but you then told him “I think…I’m starting to love you too Negan…” and he immediately smiled. In that moment the both of you had seemed to forget that you had tried to leave him.

Naruto Shippuden Episode 500

Naruto thank you. This was a show I watched when I was down and when I was happy. I always looked forward to Thursdays at 4:10 am when a new episode would always come out. 

I have been watching this for only a year, but it feels like a lifetime. Even though I came in the middle of Shippuden to the fandom it still feels like I have been here for forever. 

I have to say the episode was the best episode so far in the anime. It really showed all of the things Naruto and his friends went through. It also showed how Naruto had to go through all of this suffering but to finally get where he is. now. Hinata had finally gotten to be with her love Naruto and this was a dream come true to I think most of our fandom. 

The ending credits were my favorite part out of the whole episode. It really showed all of the characters. It made me cry to say in short. I could not handle how many important characters were shown even from the first Naruto series. It thinks this was the perfect way for the animators to sum everything up. I could not have done any better than they have. 

I think in the end we all strive to be like naruto. And never give up. I think this is the most important thing that I have learned from Naruto. I think the second most important thing that I learned from Naruto is to work together with your friends. If he was to do everything he has done alone he wouldn’t have made it that far. 

Lastly, I would like to say as on behalf of the Naruto fandom and anyone just watching it thank you from the bottom of our hearts. 

Also, can’t wait for Boruto, Next Generation on April 5 everybody mark your calendars. 

also, there were two ladies in like their early 30s sitting close to me, and just when the credits started to roll (logan) i could hear one of them be like “ew this is so embarrassing i’m crying” and the other one was like wiping her tears off but honestly their crying game was weak as fuck, suddenly i was back to the premiere of the deathly hallows part 2 and you guys have no idea how much i Cried like when the credits started rolling man,, i was a Mess like a real Mess i probably Cried more than i’ve cried at funerals and i’m not joking……. i couldn’t even walk my body was shaking i couldn’t breathe my dad and my best friend had to help walk out of the theater,, i’m telling you it was a Wild situation it was hard and sad it was the end of an era it was,, Too Much

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Honestly work in progress houses are the best. I wish I could afford an old house and restoring that instead of a new one (I can’t afford either, but new one is more likely if ever). My mom’s house was a restoration project on a 1910s house. Looked worse than yours originally, looks decent now.

Lmao this is the part where I mention that we’ve lived here for twenty-seven years (yeah I’m back in with my parents at the mo, yay), and it’s a never-ending WIP. Although to give my folks some credit, the people who originally built this place were idiot amateurs, and then some. My dad is in the building business, and honestly whenever he cracks open a wall or whatever, he just shakes his head and walks away muttering to himself. It’s all in a bit of a state. I think we’re all pretty fed up with DIY housing at this point; they keep thinking about selling, and once I’m ready to move out again it’ll be a flat or small, new house, enough of this nonsense.

In an ideal world, I’d be right there with you, build or restore, but just like you I’ll probably never afford it, and I also know that the amount of labour that goes into house projects makes it unrealistic. I’m lazy. Kudos to your mum, though! When it does work out, these projects really are the best, and I more than get the appeal. I am just also very, very, very tired.

Track 3: 잡아줘 Hold Me Tight

**The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever (Series)**

Info/basics: This series is created based on my analysis of the lyrics in songs from the album The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever. Each part will be a song from the album, but they are separate. Most pieces will be with different members. It’s just using the ideas of the songs to create a scenario.

Other parts here

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Gif credit to owner

Copyright 2016 © All reserved rights

Genre: Angst // some fluff

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Length: 1.4k

Summary: He messed up bad and he ended up losing the most important thing to him; you. 

A/N: Track 3 is hereeeee yaaaayyy! As you probably already can tell songs will be somehow out of order and some of the songs won’t be used, but I will try my best to include in as much as I can. Hope you enjoy it! -Jacy x

Warning: Reading the lyrics on mobile will be a little weird because of the way I wrote it.

술잔을 비우니 그리움이 차는구나                   I empty my drink but it gets filled with                                                                     loneliness

Drink number one; one months since you’ve moved on.

That’s okay. He’d treat you better than he ever did. He wouldn’t make stupid mistakes or cause you heartache.

Coming outside for anything other than work was rare for Yoongi now. He’d just stay inside drowning himself in his thoughts.

But the moment he saw you, everything stopped. His breath caught in his throat and his jaw tensed. Your hands were intertwined with his as you gave him a shy smile. The smile he used to only receive.

It wasn’t a smile filled with love, but it was sure getting there. It was the same smile you gave him at the beginning of your relationship.

He turned on his heel before walking in the opposite direction. He didn’t want you to see him. He didn’t want the happy smile on your face to wash off at the sight of him because that’s all that his presence would do to you.

But you did see him.

Drink number two; two months since the last of your belongings left his apartment.

The last piece of you was gone. You came to take the last of your belongings today.

It meant you were gone. It was the last you’d step foot into this apartment. Into his life. He only watch silently as you walked into the apartment to pack the last of it.

He shut the door as he watched your figure disappear down the hallway when you turned the corner; tears prickling his eyes. Then slowly, he shut the door. He slid down the door; head buried in his hands. That’s when he let himself cry.

Drink number three; three months since you left him for good.

His stupid mistake. A drunken mistake. He was stupid. It was bottled up for months.

It wasn’t meant to happen. He didn’t know how to tell you. It would have broken you and it did.

Please,” you begged; tears threatening to fall. “If I did something wrong, I’ll fix it. Just tell me.” Every since he had came back from tour, he was distant from you. Every time you tried snuggle up to him at night, he’d turn his back towards you. Every time you’d give him a hug, he’d remove your hands and back away.

You thought it was something you did. You constantly worried if it was because of you.

His face only held the shame he felt. When he saw you in your broken state, he let the truth come out.

Drink number four; four months since he made the biggest mistake in his life. Cheating on you.

The alcohol starts taking affect as he stared blankly into space.

It didn’t mean to happen. There was a party; the rest of the members insisted on him coming along instead of drowning himself in sadness because you two were apart.

He convinced himself to go to let loose a little bit. After a few drinks, he was done. He could barely tell who was who.

The next morning, he was in someone else’s hotel room with another woman. The guilt would eat him alive.

Drink number five; a shot. God, he missed you. Your touch, your smile, the way you held him when you embraced.

The rooms starts to spin. Things start coming blurry to him.

The sixth drink; a daring girl comes to sit next to him, her lips dangerously close to his as they exchanged drunken words.

오직 너 하나만 보여                             I can only see you

She looks a lot like you. That’s what he saw every night. Anyone with even the same eye color was you. Maybe if he tried hard enough, it would be you.

After the seventh drink, she’d have chatted him up enough and he’d be drunk enough to take her to a hotel for a one night stand.

Then the same cycle would repeat itself over and over again.

He didn’t why he did it. Somehow the alcohol would give him the relief. With it, he’d get to see you with him. The girl he’d be with that night would be you.

꽉 잡아줘 날 안아줘                                        Hold me tight, hug me
Can you trust me, can you trust me           Can you trust me, can you trust me
제발 제발 제발 끌어안아줘                               Please, please, please pull me in and                                                                     hug me

The relief would be the closest to being in your hold. He wanted nothing than that. On days when things weren’t right, it would be his hide away. His escape from reality.

Nowadays, it seems like he needed it everyday.

After seeing him repeat the horrid cycle countless times, the boys didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know how to help him.

나 미치고, 너 없이 지치고                            I’m going crazy, exhausted without you

“Hyung, I think you should stop drinking so much. It could hurt you.” A worried Jungkook would say.

“I’m fine,” he’d reply annoyed.

“Yoongi, this isn’t safe. (Y/N) wouldn’t like you doing this,” Another approach by Jin.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he said disgruntled.

With these reckless acts, he’s mess up in practice. He’d come in every day with dark circles around his eyes that no amount of makeup would be able to cover.

His daily routine landed him in the hospital.

That when the six members decided against Yoongi and went to their last resort.

It might set him off beyond angry, but it could also save him.

니 생각 수시로                                       I think of you without stopping
다 미 미워, 매일이 시 싫어                      I hate it all, I hate every single day

You hated it. You hated how every single damn day wouldn’t go by where you didn’t think of him.

You tried everything. You tried to move on. Fuck it, five months have passed before you could even bring yourself to go on a date with another guy.

You thought you could do it. You thought you did when the second date came around.

That was, until you saw him again.

All the moving on relapsed right back to stage one.

Even if you missed him, you couldn’t find yourself going back. You had always promised yourself not to forgive a cheater. Even if it was such a small mistake and he regretted it so much.

You wanted more than to forgive him, but how could you do it? You sighed into your hands. Your phone ringing next to you stopped you mid thought.

It was Taehyung. You declined the call.

Then came Jungkook.




You finally picked up when Namjoon called.

“I’d really appreciate if you guys didn’t blow up my phone like this,” you stated the moment you picked up the call.

“(Y/N),” his voice sounded distraught. “Yoongi,” he started. Your breath hitched in your throat. “He’s in the hospital.”

It was enough to get you out of your seat and rushing to the hospital. What did he do? How stupid could he be? Millions of thoughts ran through your mind. That idiot.

Upon arriving, you see the group gathered around the front desk. When you got to the room, he was lying in the bed with bruises scattered on his face. His arm was in a cast.

“He got into a fight,” Namjoon stated.

Once you were left alone in the room, you sighed. You heard all the drunken stories, his horrible habit he had been doing, you heard it all.

“You stupid idiot, why’d you do it?” You hit the back of the hand you were holding. “Stupid,” you mumbled under your breath. You dropped your head onto the side of the bed; your other arm grasped around his waist in front of you. “You’re so dumb.”

말하지 마 떠나지 마                                 Don’t talk, don’t leave
조용히 나를 안아줘 girl                            Just quietly hold me girl

When he woke up with you sleeping next to him, he didn’t want it to end.

“You stupid idiot,” you say before pulling him into a tight hug. He missed your hugs so much. He inhaled your scent and wrapped his arm around you pulling you in tighter.

“Please don’t leave,” he whispered. You didn’t know how to respond. Your only response was a nod.

A nod could mean a lot. For now, it meant you’d stay. It didn’t mean you forgave his actions completely. Just enough to give him a second chance to fix them.

Once again, a cheesy ass ending, but what can I do?

You guys should send in some ideas or requests of what I should write outside of this series!!!

say it with a kiss

He fucks everything up but to his credit it was entirely unintentionally.

One minute he’s got Clarke underneath him, her perfect lips trailing a messy, wet line down his neck and the next she’s telling him he’s an asshole and that it’d be in his best interest to lose her number.

This thing between them wasn’t new, exactly, but the whole I’ve been inside you more times than I can count part was definitely a recent development. Bellamy met Clarke her first year of college, when he was a junior, and she ended up having a few classes with his younger sister. Octavia was practically bursting with excitement when she introduced them to each other, even though it took months before it turned into anything more.

And now apparently it’s over before they even had a chance to really begin.

“What the fuck did you do to Clarke?”

Octavia barges into his room the next day, her brown hair wild as she slams the door to his dorm room behind her.

“Jesus, O.” He huffs a little as he marks his place in his book and sets it aside. “I didn’t fucking do anything, okay.”

Octavia gives him an unimpressed look, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in a simultaneous move that leaves him a little proud.

“Okay, fine. I might have said something a little…stupid. And she took it totally the wrong way and I dunno, I guess we broke up.”

Octavia looks at him like he’s a dumbass which? Not totally wrong. “You’re a moron.”

Bellamy snorts. “What’s your point?”

“I don’t know what you said and frankly, it’s none of my business. But if you were in the wrong, intentionally or not, you need to apologize.”

She comes to sit next to him on the bed and lays her head on his shoulder in a very non-Octavia way.

“How did you get so smart?” he asks her and she grins wryly.

“I had a good teacher,” she says fondly and Bellamy nudges her a little with his shoulder. Neither of them has ever really been that good with affection. “Now go get your girl, you fucking dumb ass.”

Bellamy laughs and gives her a sloppy kiss on the forehead and she’s still wiping at her face when he hurries out the door.

He doesn’t bother calling first, because Clarke’s pissed as fuck and he knows she won’t answer, so he just prays that she’s in her room. Her dorm is halfway across campus so he practically runs and makes it in record time but by the time he knocks on her door he’s bent over and breathing far too heavily. It might be time to take a P.E. class.

Clarke scowls as soon as she realizes it’s him and tries to slam the door in his face but he’s too quick, shooting his arm out so she can’t shut it.

“Clarke, wait. Please,” he’s still winded from his jog and he struggles to catch his breath. “Fuck, I’m sorry, please wait.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Bellamy. What you said really fucking hurt.”

What he said, which now that he’s had almost fourteen hours to think about it was the stupidest fucking thing to say to Clarke,  was that it wasn’t the biggest shock that her mom was pissed about her switching majors from pre-med to art because she’s brilliant and would make a fantastic doctor. Unfortunately Clarke took that as him saying she makes bad life decisions and it snowballed into something he just couldn’t come back from.

“Clarke, I’m sorry about what I said. I wasn’t trying to put you down or belittle your choices. You’re so smart, stupidly so really, and of course you should be doing what makes you happy. Not what you think is going to make other people happy.”

She’s loosened her death grip on the door handle, which he thinks might be a good sign. “That’s what you really think?”

“Yes, of course,” he says as he steps towards her tentatively. “Baby, you’re amazing. You can do anything. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”

Her eyes are a little shiny but there’s a smile playing on her lips and he thinks fuck it and crosses the threshold, carding his fingers through her messy curls and pressing his lips against hers. He pours every apology into that kiss, and when he slides his tongue against hers she grips his t shirt with both hands at his sides.

“Don’t do that to me again,” she says fiercely, albeit a little breathlessly, and Bellamy nods almost frantically. “I’m so sensitive when it comes to that shit with my mom.”

“I know,” he says and he tilts her face so she can see how serious he is. “I’m on your side. Always.”

“Thank you,” she says and he has to kiss her again because for the past half a day he didn’t think he’d ever get to again.

Later, when she’s laying on her stomach half on top of him and counting the freckles on his shoulders, she starts to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

Clarke shrugs and presses a kiss to his arm. “I’m just thinking about how much shit Octavia must have given you for you to literally run from your dorm to mine.”

Bellamy scowls and stretches out his legs for good measure. “I think I need to get a gym membership or something because that shit was brutal.”

Clarke laughs out loud, a bright sound that he never wants to stop listening to. “But it was worth it, right?”

He just smiles and kisses her because there’s no way he can put into words the fact that he would probably (definitely) run through actual fire for her.

He’s pretty sure she knows anyways.

Late night scanning? Oh my chibi…and there’s eight of them. Page scan from the 2015 April (or was it May?) issue of Zero Sum, part of a magazine sale featuring these eight guys as cute chibis for charms. Did my best to clean it up given these were fairly small, but overall came out nicely post clean up.

Here’s to finally getting a new chapter next  month with some lovely color art and many questions to get answered (plus another harisen-smack from Minekura…)

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