the moment they realized they would lose

There's this one thing that no one's talking about, though

Even if it was clear in his face how happy Jug was when she answered his feelings, it’s also important for us to take a look at Betty’s side of this whole confession.

She was already aware of her own feelings for him, and after everything that happened in episodes 11 and 12, she was probably feeling really insecure, not knowing how things would be in between them, and not knowing if his feelings for her were destroyed by that “betrayal”.

Betty was normally feeling insecure, and when he was transferred, she really thought everything was gonna change. Since they’d not be together all the time anymore and since he seemed to be doing well without them, it’s pretty normal to think she was scared to lose the love of her life.

But then, things changed…

When she was about to start her speech, he came in to support her as he always does, and that was the first moment in that episode that she thought that, maybe, she was exaggerating and all. At that moment, when their eyes met and she realized that he was always gonna be there for her, Betty knew that whatever happened, they would face it together.

And then, there was the love confession.

When those words left his lips, not only once, but twice, Betty knew for sure that nothing would be able to stay in between them and their love. She was truly happy and secure of whatever the future could prepare for them, for she knew that they are so much stronger than anything.

Their love can overcome anything.

Their love is strong, pure, healthy, real and definitely the best example of love in the whole TV.

Bughead is life. Bughead is love.

Bughead is Riverdale.

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on the theory that Dipper is treated unfairly throughout GF? For example, Dipper sacrifices a lot for Mabel, while she only seems to sacrifice her sock-puppet show for him. There are also many suggestions in the show that some episodes overlap, like that from July 11-15, Sock Opera, Blendin's Game and Into the Bunker overlap. Which means D was under a LOT of pressure that week and he sacrificed a LOT for his sister. But she doesn't thank him for that. What are your thoughts?

See, maybe it’s the big sister in me, because I’ve never understood this particular complaint. The fact is, Dipper loves Mabel so much that her happiness is his own; his actions of sacrifice on her behalf are freely chosen. That’s why Bill’s behavior in “Sock Opera” is so insidious; he builds on Dipper’s momentary frustration with Mabel (why won’t she help me?!?!) by bringing up the various ways he’s helped her in the past, implying that she hasn’t done much to return the favor. He seeks to engender resentment where there was none, where Dipper was previously unwilling to give him so much as a stitch of Mabel’s puppet show; hey, she worked hard on those.

The key assertion I have to address here is that “Dipper sacrifices a lot for Mabel, while she only seems to sacrifice her sock-puppet show for him.” I imagine that viewers come to the conclusion that Dipper has the losing end because, when they compare Dipper’s problems to Mabel’s, they see Dipper’s as more serious. Dipper has a crush he can’t shake (relatable), Mabel is gaga over a pig she just saw at the fair (less relatable); Dipper is pursuing the latest lead in his search for the Author (important), Mabel is rigging up an elaborate puppet show to impress the Boy of the Week (unimportant). Yet the show is always keenly aware that Mabel’s problems, as trivial as they may seem to us, are as important to her as Dipper’s are to him. Bill highlights this when he says, “Who would sacrifice everything they’d worked for just for their dumb sibling?”, causing Mabel to respond, “Dipper would.” Dipper’s “everything” is his investigation of Gravity Falls and Mabel’s “everything” is her puppet show, but each of their projects is everything. Coming from Mabel, the sacrifice of the sock puppet show–and, by extension, of a shot at the “epic summer romance” she’s been seeking as ardently as Dipper has been seeking the answers to his questions–is a very real loss, one she’s willing to accept because Dipper would do and has done as much for her.

Nor is Mabel’s puppet show the only casualty of her greater love for her brother; the loss of her dream world is no mean thing. Mabeland might not be to everyone’s taste (I would personally have thinned out the crowd and lowered the 80s club music a notch), but it’s Mabel’s ideal universe; it’s a world where everything is as she wants it, where she’s never bored or lonely, where every boy loves her, where the high court judge is a kitten. With the threat of change weighing on her and the most important relationship of her life under siege, the prison bubble presents Mabel with an irresistible retreat. Bill, who has banked on human greed in the past to great success, believes that the trap is inescapable, that no one handed all their heart’s desires on a plate will be capable of leaving (just as Mabel is taken in by her desperation to stop time, Dipper wavers when presented with the possibility of growing up on the spot). But without Dipper, all of it is hollow; she prefers in the end to leave her safe place and to follow him into an uncertain world.

For much of the show, Dipper is the more responsible one within the context of their relationship. Regardless of actual birth order, Mabel is the baby; sometimes the baby gets in a habit of relying on charm to carry her through, taking it for granted that her older siblings will always step up to the plate on her behalf, because she’s just that cute (looking at you, youngest sibling in my own family). But if Mabel’s occasional thoughtlessness with regard to Dipper is a character flaw, it’s worth measuring against the depth of her concern for the world at large, a quality that Dipper himself, who tends to value his select group, could stand to learn from. Dipper’s only real issue with the destruction of Northwest Manor and all of its visitors is that Mabel happens to be among them; Mabel is the first to see the potential for redemption in Pacifica, even though Dipper is the one who becomes close to her.

But Mabel loves Dipper more than anyone, and she is grateful to him for everything he does for her and shows it. She apologizes to him at the end of “Sock Opera” for letting a transient enthusiasm skew her priorities: “I spent all week obsessing over a dumb guy. But the dumb guy I should have cared about was you.” After escaping the prison bubble, she makes it clear to him that he can stay with Ford if he wants to–her noblest moment in the series, because Dipper is her entire world, infinitely more to her than crushes and pet pigs and magical trees that grow stuffed animals. He stays with her, not out of guilty obligation, but because he wants to be with her–because she’s his best friend, because growing up without her would be unthinkable. He’s a fair-minded guy, not one to take the fall without good reason–when he operates against her in “The Time-Traveler’s Pig,” he does so on the assumption that her pig is an enthusiasm of the moment and that his love for Wendy is permanent. When he realizes that losing Waddles will truly hurt her, he doesn’t hesitate. “I could never break your heart, Mabel.”

But look at how she thanks him. She knows this wasn’t easy for him and she’s ready to show him how much it means to her. She tackles him in sheer strength of feeling. She lifts him right off his feet.

Treated unfairly? Dipper gets back everything he gives away with interest. Dipper’s happiness is his sister’s happiness and he always gets it because he is her happiness. Dipper is a lucky kid.

haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

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anonymous asked:

When do you think Bellamy started to develop feelings for Clarke and vise-versa? I'm re-watching the series and I am on season 1, I'm noticing things I didn't notice before, like Bellamy staring at Clarke for a little longer than necessary (for ex. 1x11). I just wanted to get your perspective on it, thanks Rosy!

Originally posted by iconicbellarke

I think Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke came on really slowly. It started with intrigue when she challenged him to go find Jasper. Respect when she killed Atom. I think his first inkling that he had romantic feelings for her was in Day Trip. He was attracted to her, and he felt an emotional pull, but it was a crush and he decided their partnership was too important and pulled away. I think he was a little jealous when he thought she went off with Finn, but again pushed it away. 

It wasn’t until they reunited in season 2, she ran into his arms, and then he sat and watched her sleeping by the first that he started to realize his feelings for her went deeper than just colleague or even friend, let alone the attraction that he tries to avoid. He knew she was IMPORTANT to him. Maybe the only other person besides Octavia that he needed. His protectiveness after that moment was certainly ramped up, but it was placed kind of in the “protetector” category. He makes himself her knight. The “I can’t lose you too” moment was a shock to him because it was more meaningful than protector, but it lead pretty quickly into “It’s worth the risk,” so he goes back to being the soldier and puts feelings for Clarke out of his mind. 

Until he pulls the lever for her (which he knew would destroy her) and she leaves him. I don’t think he knew what he felt for her at that moment other than heartbroken, but he moved on after three months. But he never forgot about her. He was obsessed with her while she was gone, and it did interfere in his relationship with Gina because he just wasn’t all present. When he got word of her, he would stop at nothing to find her. He knew he couldn’t lose her, but I don’t think he knew he was in love with her until the argument in Hakeldama when he connected his hurt at being abandoned with his need to keep her safe and their physical prroximity and he all of a sudden realized he was in love with her. I actually think that contributed to his moment of panic where he handcuffed her. Because he regressed to his need to keep his loved one under lock and key. After that moment, he changes in his behavior towards Clarke.

Originally posted by prettylitteteengirl

I think Clarke developed feelings for Bellamy differently. Both more slowly and more quickly. I think she thought he was attractive right away, and if Finn hadn’t pursued her might have gone in that direction, because she quickly got past his asshole persona. BUT I think that attraction was merely physical. Clarke has an easy sexuality. It could have been just a thing. She started to like him more as time went on, as a person, to respect him. To connect with him, like in Day Trip, and she definitely would have pursued something physical with him, whether it was wise or not, in Unity Days, but Bellamy, who had already decided it wasn’t wise, steered away from that. He saw it, but didn’t pursue it. They shifted their relationship to partnership. And then when she was in MW, I don’t think she realized that the reason she was fixated on getting out of the mountain was because of Finn and Bellamy– Bellamy linked with a canon romantic partner in her brain. And when she ran into his arms, I don’t think she thought at all about how or why her feelings were so strong for him. She knew she couldn’t lose him. She knew she had feelings of love for him, enough so that she looked at him as a chink in her armor and a weakness, and sent him into the mountain.

THAT’S when it started to hit her what all that meant. When she lost him again. Only this time she saw it as her fault and she was aware that her feelings for Bellamy were verging on romantic. From when she first heard his voice on the radio and she had hope again, to when she sacrificed TonDC to keep him alive, she began to realize that not only did she care for Bellamy as one of her people but as someone she was in love with. By the end of her time with Lxa, who picked Bellamy out as someone special to Clarke, a time that was almost entirely focused on Clarke’s faith in Bellamy, her need to keep him safe, his importance to EVERYTHING, we see a Clarke who, when confronted with a beautiful woman who wants her, says “I’m not ready for a relationship… with anyone.” She has recognized that she loves Bellamy– in fact the very next line is “he did it” as Bellamy’s flare goes up to signal that the acid fog is down– but she’s also recognized that she can’t go there. 

This is borne out the next time they meet. She’s been focused on his safety the entire time he was in there, but when he opens that door, she does not run into his arms in relief like in camp jaha, or hug him like she does Monty and Jasper, no. She stands apart and STARES. Because she is not ready for anything and hugging him would be more than she can handle. THEN he pulls the lever with her. And she can’t deal and leaves. Their parting is VERY significant. She kisses him but leaves him anyway, and spends the next three months thinking about how he wouldn’t let her do it alone. THAT is who she immediately called upon when she wanted him back, the man who was WITH her. But in Hakeldama, Bellamy rejects her, and drags up all her most hated flaws and does NOT forgive her. She thinks he hates her and she returns to Polis and turns to the beautiful woman who wants her. But she learns that she can’t run away from herself and returns to the Delinquents, with her traumas and her lessons, and works on regaining her relationship with Bellamy. She works on it quite hard. On being who she needs to be FOR HIM. 

So to clarify, Clarke realized she was in love with Bellamy when he was in the Mountain. And Bellamy realized he was in love with Clarke when she came back to try and get him to side with Lxa in Hakeldama. Which was an unfortunate moment for realization, because her goals and his put them on opposite sides of a war. Madness ensues. 

Originally posted by sarahkheathisapenguin

Also to clarify. They both love each other, but neither of them believes that the other loves them. Bellamy has rejected Clarke’s advances a couple of times, and now she’s betrayed him again, so she has no reason to believe he doesn’t hate her. And Bellamy has seen that Clarke loved someone else. Not him. Not to mention she’s with Niylah, so clearly he would think she didn’t feel the same way as him. So. They’re both wrong. But hey, everyone needs some obstacles and angst in a love story. And, oh yeah, an apocalypse.

Following the attack on the Institute Alec discovers Magnus put him in his will.

A few days following the attack on the Institute Alec went to the Hotel Dumort to apologize to Raphael for his earlier behavior. He felt wrong in his actions and Magnus was close with Raphael, so he wanted to make sure everything was settled between them without any hard feelings either way. He certainly hadn’t expected to find out what he did.

When Alec had appeared at the door, the vampires in Raphael’s clan watched him warily, but made no attempt to stop him from entering despite having injured their clan leader only days ago. He assumed Raphael had instructed them not to hurt him, probably for Magnus or Izzy’s sake more than his own.

When Alec arrived at Raphael’s office it became readily apparent that Raphael had entirely misread the situation. He believed Alec had come to discuss something that Magnus had told him about days before. And in that moment Alec discovered that Magnus had gone to Raphael the day following the attack on the Institute and told Rafael that he had created a new will.

Raphael even showed him a copy of the will. There were only four recipients in the will. Raphael, Catarina, Tessa, and Alec. But practically everything was to go to Alec. Most of his fortune, his homes in the far reaches of the world, including his New York loft, and almost all his possessions. The remainder of his fortune, which was still a rather hefty sum, was to be given to Raphael, Catarina and Tessa and the remainder of his possessions, mostly magical items and spell books, were to be given to Catarina. Magnus had also given Raphael a letter to give to Alec in the event of his death, which Raphael had refused to give to him.

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@inukag-week Day 2 - Fear

 ( a picture essay collab by @kagomeforever + me)

Kagome is one brave woman. She has thrown herself in front of Seshoumaru as he was about to attack InuYasha. She’s never shown any sign of fear when she’s come up against Naraku. Homegirl has been kidnapped a time or two and reacts with more annoyance than fear when up against her captors. 

But she consistently experiences fear when InuYasha transforms into a full youkai. And NOT because she’s afraid he’ll hurt her: she’s afraid that the man she’s in love with might lose himself.

InuYasha is a little different. He’s shown fear consistently throughout the series (most frequently due to Kagome’s safety). But he is very much afraid of what he could do to Kagome when he first begins to transform.

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Take it Out on Me | 3

Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort.
Genre: Angst
Words: 2,787
Warnings: Cheating

Disclaimer: The plot idea is not mine and the two first chapters were written by @btsfiles. I am merely continuing it, with her permission.

-Admin Mari

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (by @btsfiles)

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1. It’s never too late to start over.

2. Do not become small for those who refuse to grow.

3. Click the send button. You typed it out for a reason.

4. Don’t forget to remind people how much they mean to you.

5. Don’t ruin something great because you think you don’t deserve it.

6. You don’t destroy the people you love.

7. Sometimes you have to keep on missing them until you wake up to find that you just don’t anymore.

8. Mental health comes before school, always.

9. Act like you trust people, but don’t.

10. There is nothing more beautiful than being desperate, and nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

11. Your first kiss will come when it’s time. It’s worth the wait.

12. Always remember how lucky you are to have yourself.

13. Nostalgia, whether you’re thinking of something good or bad, always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.

14. Feeling beautiful has nothing to do with what you look like.

15. Pour your heart into everything you do and watch every aspect of your life change one by one.

16. You’ll need other people and you’ll need to be that person for someone else, a living, screaming invitation to believe in better things.

17. Make yourself painfully aware of the characteristic and cookie-cutter personas you put on and others put on. Being the “cool girl” doesn’t mean smoking and letting guys walk all over you, and reading and writing doesn’t make you nerdy. Those associations have been taught by movies. Don’t feel like you need to fit into 1 persona.

18. Radiate confidence, even if it’s fake. One day it won’t be, and you’ll be untouchable.

19. One day you’ll realize I was the fresh air before your last breath.

20. Live in such a way that if anyone spoke badly of you, no one would believe it.

21. Take a second and look around. Remember where you are, who you’re with. You’ll look back on this moment and see the little things ended up being the big things.

22. Respect is a minimum.

23. We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there, too.

24. Seek respect, not attention. It lasts longer.

25. You cannot change what you refuse to confront.

26. Nobody really knows what they want, not until it’s right in front of them.

27. Someone can be gone yet more present than anyone else.

28. You’ll never truly cherish the people in your life if you keep hoping for those that hurt you to come back to you.

29. Life doesn’t get better, you do.

30. Value yourself. The only people who appreciate doormats are people with dirty shoes.

31. If you don’t end up smiling while kissing someone, you’re probably kissing the wrong person.

—  emmuuhhhhh, 31 Things I Learned Coming Into 2016 Part 3
Certain as the Sun: VII

Here is the next part to Certain as the Sun. ***WARNING: EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT***  I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as it killed my heart to write it. (That’s all the spoilers I’ll give. Please prepare yourselves). Sorry it’s also super long.

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I could think up about a million different possibilities as for why the hell Tamlin had sent for me to be brought to the Spring Court and none of them involved him letting Feyre go so that she could return home with me.

When I had first received the note from none other than the High Lord of the Spring Court himself, Amren had advised me to ignore it.

“It’s a trap,” she’d said, eyes blaring. “What good reason would he have to send for you?” When I’d addressed the rest of the Inner Circle as well, they’d had similar thoughts. There was one thing we all agreed upon, and that was that Tamlin had not invited me to his home for a nice brunch and some polite conversation.

When I’d tried to reach out to Feyre again I had been met with that dark, infinite void. She had not contacted him at all since she’d returned once again to the Spring Court. And although I was certain she must possess some perfectly good explanation unbeknownst to myself, it still struck some sort of chord that she had severed herself from me so thoroughly.

Nevertheless, I had agreed to meet with Tamlin. Morrigan and Amren were both waiting just on the outskirts of the Spring Court should I need their assistance. I’d ordered Azriel to take to the skies and keep watch from there, Cassian flanking my side. Normally, their roles were reversed, but in great thanks to that bastard King of Hybern, we still had not found any cure for Cassian’s ruined wings.

He had not yet come to terms with it, and over these past months, I could tell that there was something that was a bit off about my fellow Illyrian warrior. I could not begin to imagine the pain that came with being without your wings—for Illyrians we’d sooner lose our lives than the one thing that kept us from being fully tethered to the ground. Every day that Cassian chose to continue was another that my respect for him grew.

Even if that did mean getting rip-roaring drunk with him more than usual.

“Well, Tamlin’s certainly got a flair for the extravagant,” Cassian mused upon coming face to face with a ridiculously gaudy table sat decoratively in a corner. It seemed to have no use whatsoever besides showcasing Tamlin’s less than desirable personality traits.

No sooner did the words come from Cassian’s lips did a servant come to take us to wherever Tamlin was hiding out. He was a small, young Fae. Exceedingly pointed ears were a light shade of green at the tips, his eyes wide at the sight of the two warriors before him.

The boy swallowed before speaking. “Master Tamlin has ordered me to fetch you,” he said, fighting to stop his voice from quivering so much. “Please follow me.”

He promptly spun on his heels and walked out of the room, not bothering to ensure we were following him.

As we were led through the utter maze that was the Spring Court dwelling, I was shocked at how many memories were associated with this place that had once been like a home but was now nothing more than a living hell.

Finally, the boy led us to a set of dusty rose-colored double doors. His timid fingers lightly rapped on the door, followed by a, “Come in.”

As one we all filed inside. The room was big and spacious, a single table set with four chairs instead of just three did not escape my notice. This particular room had been peculiarly made with mirrors on three of the four walls, as well as the ceiling, giving it the illusion that you were standing in a pool of Starlight due to the sun that refracted off of them.

And standing at the lone window in the room was none other than the High Bastard himself.

Tamlin turned upon hearing our arrival, a welcoming smile adorning his lips. “Rhysand. Cassian,” he greeted. As he made his way over to us, I noted that his choice in clothing was just as flamboyant as his furniture. He wore a finely tailored red tunic with bright silver trimmings, grey pants, and black boots. His hair graced past his shoulders, and sitting atop his head was the infamous Spring Court crown. It looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“I trust you made it here without any trouble,” he continued.

“Your trust is accurately placed,” Cassian said with more than a hint of malice.

Tamlin just nodded, keeping that pleasant smile on his face. “Well, please sit. We’ve much to discuss.”

Neither Cassian nor I moved.

“I don’t have time for whatever mind tricks you’re trying to pull, Tamlin. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that that is one area—of many— that my performance supersedes yours,” I replied coolly.

That smile drooped ever slightly.

“I don’t see your Lady floating about,” I remarked. “Keeping her locked away for fear I may meddle with her mind again, are we?”

“Funny you should mention her, actually,” Tamlin’s eyes glittered with something that had my senses on high alert. “Feyre,” he called, “would you please join us?”

A moment later I heard the doors that we’d entered just a few moments ago open and then shut once more. I forced myself to breathe, not to react, to calm myself as Feyre came into view.

She was wearing a dress similar in fashion to what Tamlin was wearing, a pretty diadem sat upon her head. Feyre did not glance our way as she rushed to Tamlin, her lips meeting his as soon as he was within arm’s length.

Tamlin scooped her into his arms, Feyre leaning into his touch as his hand moved further south than should be permitted in front of an audience.

Cassian was taut as a bow, his hands clenching and unclenching were they were hidden behind his back. It took all my strength not to turn Tamlin’s mind to putty then and there, and I could tell similar thoughts were indeed running through Cassian’s mind as well as we were forced to watch helplessly as our High Lady shoved her tongue down another man’s throat.

“How are you today, my love?” He asked. She smiled broadly, one she had only ever graced me with when she was incandescently happy.

“I’m well, thank you,” she replied, beaming at him. “I got some more paintings done today.”

“Did you?”

She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, eyes sparkling. “I was feeling oddly inspired this morning…perhaps due to—”

“Either we get on with whatever business, or the two of you get a room and we leave,” Cassian interrupted. As much as I wished I could say that I would have been able to stand there for a few moments more and let them go about their business, it was killing me to see her this way.

When Feyre had visited, she’d told me she had to do things to keep up appearances. Things that she was not proud of. She hadn’t specified at the time, but there was no need. I knew exactly the kind of things she probably had to do to keep up the facade that she was hopelessly in love with Tamlin.

And yet, the wrath deafening my ears came as a surprise.

Indeed, it was one thing to be told, and another entirely to experience.

“Feyre, you remember Rhysand, I’m sure. And the other is Cassian. His…advisor.”

I couldn’t help the low chuckle that came as a result of his words. “You think you will anger me by disrespecting not only my title but a member of my court as well. It will take much more than a few insults, princeling, for me to reveal my true self.” His brows rose. “And I assure you, your claws would not like to become acquainted with my talons.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes calculating.

Finally, he spoke. “You know what? You’re right. So very right, Rhysand. How foolish of me to think I could rile you with belittling you insignificant and, frankly, foolish court of savages anyway?” My teeth set. “It would take something much more…personal, I think.”

It took less than a heartbeat for Cassian to have his swords drawn, me reaching out to strangle Tamlin’s mind as the room was flooded with ten guards. They all immediately came at us, and I was more than prepared to fight our way out of this cursed kingdom with Tamlin tisked.

“Spill a drop of their blood, and your beloved mate loses her head.” It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, an infinitely longer moment for it to process. For when I looked at where Feyre had once been standing like another pretty piece of Tamlin’s furniture, she was now being held by three guards.

I forced my face into a mask of calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bastard.”

His brows rose in mock surprise. “Oh really? You’ve no clue that Feyre is, indeed, your mate? That she’s been pretending this entire time to love me when really, she had staged everything just to infiltrate the Spring Court. A spy within my own walls, hiding in plain sight.” He paused, as if waiting for me to answer some unspoken question.

“Well then, if you have no feelings whatsoever for our lovely Feyre, here. I suppose you’ll have no problem watching this.” I watched as he snapped his fingers and a table decorated with over a dozen lethal weapons, a whip, and strangely, a bed appeared.

“As you know, the punishment for such treason is death.” He stalked towards Feyre, whose eyes had gone devoid of all emotion. As if she’d shut herself out of her own body. With one finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for this, Feyre. I really am.” A regretful shake of the head and then, “Get on with it, boys.”

Immediately, Tamlin’s guards began to strip Feyre, yanking at her dress, tearing at the pins and beads in her hair until she was entirely naked before us. Once finished, Tamlin handed a long, black whip to the nearest guard. Something winked at the end of the whip—glass, I realized with unabashed horror.

“You’re going to whip her to death?” I asked, somehow still managing to keep my voice utterly bored.

Tamlin shrugged. “We’ll see how well she holds out.” He nodded at the guard, and I was sure my heart cleaved itself in two as Feyre took in a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for the pain that was sure to come.

The guard’s arm reared back, time seeming to slow as his arm came down.

The resounding crack of leather on skin was one that would haunt me for many centuries to come.

Feyre only released a strangled cry, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from calling out. And that was how it went as the guard whipped her again, and again, and again. I lost count sometime after fifty.

I knew that Feyre’s back had stopped healing itself when she finally released a cry so full of agony, it was all I could do to stop from ripping that whip from the guard’s hands and using it myself.

Tamlin allowed the guard to bring down that leather ten more times before he finally said, “Enough. Get her up.”

They heaved her up, Tamlin slowly circling around her like a lion before its prey. When he was once again facing her he murmured, “Get on the bed.”

Feyre looked at him, her eyes burning like liquid amber. But she did not respond, and she did not move. Only stared at him with a look that promised death in the future.

“Get on the bed, Feyre, or I will instruct my guards to seize your mate’s cousin and bring her back here.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Pretty little thing isn’t she? Bright red lips, beautiful honeyed hair. The only family Rhysand has left if I recall correctly. It’d be a shame for dear Rhys to be the only left of his name, wouldn’t it?”

And then Feyre looked beyond Tamlin, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” they seemed to say.

“I’m going to kill you.” My voice was quiet, but it was filled with a vow I had every intention to keep.

Tamlin didn’t turn to me as he said. “I don’t believe you’ll have the chance.” He inclined his head toward the waiting bed. “Off you go, Feyre.”

She hesitated for a moment, gaze still locked with mine before she obeyed.

“Now, Rhys, since she is your mate I figured I’d offer. Would you like to have a go? Feyre has…well, not really two choices but two possibilities,” he finally turned to meet my gaze. “Either you join her in that bed and fuck her…or I will, gladly, as you watch. You’ve thirty seconds to decide.”

“Rhys.” I looked over at Feyre to see her shaking her head, her eyes swimming not with tears, but with a sort of determination that only came with acceptance. “Don’t do it. Do not agree to this.”

“Feyre—”

“I’ll be fine,” she promised.

“Feyre—” Cassian tried.

“I will. Be. Fine,” she said, sternly this time.

And I wanted to believe her, I really did.

I wanted to believe that this wouldn’t be the thing that broke her, being raped by the man who had once claimed to love her. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with her, even after being whipped. The man who had once been thought to be her savior, lover, friend.

But Tamlin was none of those things.

And I couldn’t, not for the life of me, believe that she would still be Feyre after this.

“Alright,” Tamlin sighed, “I guess I’m—”

“I’ll do it.”

“Rhys—”

“Now, now, Feyre. Let him finish.”

Cassian turned to me, anguish in his eyes. “Rhysand, you don’t—”

“I’ll do it,” I repeated, ignoring him. “I’ll sleep with her.”

“Well then,” Tamlin grinned, “I don’t believe you need me to instruct you on how to go about your business.” He gestured towards Feyre, towards the bed, my damnation.

I watched in horror as Feyre fought back tears at my approach, and all I could pray for was that she’d one day forgive me for this, for this sin I was about to commit.

She slid to the side as I rid myself of my clothing, by back to Tamlin’s gathered audience. Her eyes never left mine as I finally joined her on that bed.

“It’s alright,” I whispered my lips at her ear. “It’s just me. It’s just me.”

She couldn’t respond, she was shaking so hard. I’d never seen her shaking so violently. Feyre lifted my chin with her finger, her head shaking.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” she begged. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I won’t.”

Slowly, Tamlin be damned, I made sure to honor her body, despite all of the new scars, worshipping all of her newly inflicted wounds. I wanted Feyre to know it was me, that despite this terrible act we were being forced into, it did not mean that I loved her any less.

When I finally connected our bodies, she let out a slight gasp, her eyes, now swimming with tears, still never leaving mine as I moved, my body cocooning hers, careful of her wounds.

“I’m here,” I whispered down the bond, “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I love you.”

But all I was met with was an infinite void.

anonymous asked:

Can you do how the karasuno boys would act when the s/o was pregnant?

I saw this and thought “my time has come.” My own struggle with early pregnancy has left me a little bit behind on writing, but I figured as I transition from my first to my second trimester, this was a good way to get back into the swing of it!! Please enjoy, and thanks to Admin Alyx for the moral support
~Admin Emma


Daichi: When he finds out you’re pregnant, he’s elated as hell. He can’t even believe it–he’s going to be a father! Like, a real dad. He sort of can’t believe it and he’s so grateful you’re going on this adventure with him. He immediately takes over more than his share of the housework (especially chemical-heavy ones, like the bathroom, or smelly ones, like trash and dishes) and works hard to incorporate your new needs into your lives. He tries to go to every appointment, ask as many questions as he can, and do as much as he can. In all honesty, he’s a bit too protective, and by the end you’re probably ready for some of your independence back.

Suga: He denies it, but he was so happy when that test came up positive that he cried. He just smothers you with smooches and pulls you into the tightest hug possible. After that, he’s pretty much the perfect, doting husband. He researches pregnancy-safe recipes, makes sure you take your medication and your vitamins, reads the stressful parts of the baby books for you (stress isn’t good for you, after all) and is all in all a trooper during all the fun ups and downs and pregnancy. He tries to keep your life normal, but when you’re laying in bed with him at night and he’s rubbing your sore back or feet, he’s fantasizing about having a baby, talking about names, nursery colors, toys, parenting techniques… all of it. He’s just so happy, and he can’t wait to be a dad.

Asahi: At first he’s terrified. He has his moment of panic where every possible worst case scenario runs through his head all at the same time. He couldn’t even tell you what it was about, it came and went so fast. After his little episode, though, he’s a rock. He’s holding your hair back if you’re getting sick, making sure you’re eating even if you don’t want to eat anything, stocking up when you are overcome with second-trimester-demon-hunger, and just in general taking care of you in whatever you need. When it comes to baby prep, he adores the little clothes, and he takes over painting the nursery. Even if you would have been happy with a solid color, he goes all out and probably hand-paints a mural on the baby’s wall.

Noya: Literally vibrates with excitement. He can’t even handle it. He sweeps you straight into his arms, he can’t even believe it, because he’s going to be a dad! He’s going to be the best dad, he says, and he has all these plans and he’s so excited. Then, about 24-48 hours after the initial excitement sets in, it cools very quickly, and he suddenly goes into a full on panic. He starts to get sort of snappish with people, and it’s just so unlike him because he’s always been pretty chill about supposedly-scary things. Usually, he’s your shining light and sunshine and calming presence, but surprisingly, you have to take on that role for him. Also, don’t let him read anything about your pregnancy and what can go wrong ever. Just let him see the ultrasounds and assure him that yes, he is going to be a wonderful dad, and he’ll be fine.

Tanaka: Tanaka is straight up adorable about the whole process. He’s had his names picked out since you two got married, and he’s so excited for kids, he can practically taste it. Nine months is too damn long, damnit! He goes way overboard buying things for the baby because he doesn’t care how many onesies you have at home, this one has tiny baby cartoon sharks on it and it is ADORABLE! He cries at the ultrasounds, and of course he keeps copies of it in his wallet, because he’s just so proud?? He sees you and his baby as a gift, and even if he’s scared, he knows that you can work out whatever comes your way. You’re his family now, and family is super important to him.

Ennoshita: Surprisingly calm? He’s probably one of the only ones who just incorporates it into your lives, not a problem. He gets anxious of course–he doesn’t feel like he’s ready, but then, he also thinks he’ll never be ready anyway, so he just tries to go with the flow. He’ll follow your lead on most things, take charge where you need him to, and just in general be there. He’s a great husband, and he is super excited. He just knows that it’s going to be a long nine months if he obsesses the whole time.

Kageyama: That little pink line shows up, and Kageyama.exe stops running. He just… loses his ability to can for a while. He’s just… silent. Stares off into space for a bit, sort of forgets what words are for a second… if you try and ask him about it, he loses all volume control. Of course he thought that you would have kids “one day” but he didn’t realize that “one day” would be a real, honest-to-God, concrete day. Eventually, he just pulls you into a super tight hug and holds you for a bit, because he has a lot of conflicted emotions at the moment. He does know, though, that he couldn’t be happier, because as long as he has you, everything is going to be OK.

Hinata: Just… so extra. He can’t even, he’s just so excited. He just blinks a few times before his face breaks out into that radiant, sunshine child smile–so bright, so pure–and he sweeps you into his arms. He’s always wanted kids and has always been inclined towards family, so the fact that you’re willing to do this for him is just the best thing ever. He’s not the handiest when it comes to studying, but he does try and read as many books as he can, he goes to friends with kids, and he asks his parents for advice on the matter as well. He’s a weird mix of excited and anxious, but he wants to be there for you every step of the way.

Tsukishima: Tsukki isn’t entirely sure how to react, to be honest. He’s immediately overcome with literally the most crippling anxiety he’s ever experienced, and sadly just handles it in the worst way possible. He completely withdraws, trying to distance himself as much as he can because if he even thinks about it, he almost makes himself sick with worry. He’s a smart guy–he knows what can go wrong. It isn’t until you come to him about halfway through your pregnancy with an ultrasound and tears in your eyes, telling him that you’re having a girl, that he realizes how stupid he’s been. After that, he tries to make up for lost time as best he can. Everything seems better when he goes with you to your next prenatal visit and he listens to the heartbeat for the first time. He promptly buys a dinosaur mobile for the crib, and from then on he’s hooked.

Yamaguchi: He just can’t believe it. Like, you’re having a baby? Like, a child? A real, human child? That is in your body right now? Honestly, he gets a little ridiculous but it’s adorable, really. He has his moments, but as we’ve seen him time and again, when the chips are down he’s a pillar. He takes such good care of you, no matter your symptoms or the severity, and if you get a case of the baby-crazies, he’s there to talk you off the ledge. He has bizarre questions for your doctor, like if your baby will have his freckles or if his stupid cowlick is genetic. (Spoilers, baby has both and it’s too precious to handle)

its almost one am and i am barely coherent but i just had a thought

what if at the end of the mcga series we get a repeat of the end of the last olympian

the norse gods are giving the heroes gifts for their bravery in the fight against loki and they call up magnus

and odin says “we rarely bestow this gift but we feel like you have earned it. magnus, we would like to offer you a second chance at being alive.”

and magnus is floored because being alive again means so many things?? he could go back into the mortal world and actually live there, fix up his uncle’s house and make it an actual home for himself, hell he could start a charity for homeless kids. and he doesn’t know what to say so he turns back to his friends and theyre all giving him forced smiles and it hits him

this offer is only for him.

obviously for hearth and blitz and sam the reward doesnt matter since theyre still alive, but his other friends will still be dead. theyll still be residents of floor 19, waiting for the actual end of the world to come.

if magnus becomes alive again, that means he couldnt come back to hotel valhalla. they could visit, but it would never be the same as actually living there. he wouldnt have any of it-the brawls, the feasts, his floormates, the rest of the hotel.

and when he died again, would he even end up back at the hotel? he could be chosen for a different afterlife, one where he never sees his friends again. he could lose them for all eternity.

and magnus looks at mallory and halfborn and t.j. who are all clapping for him with sad smiles, struggling to imagine life without them, and then he looks at alex.

alex, who chopped his head off the first time they met. alex, who had shared stories of her past with him. alex, who was snarky and talented and witty and brilliant, who was staring at him with wide eyes threatening to spill over because she knows, she knows that magnus becoming alive again means leaving the hotel.

and in that moment magnus realizes that he is in love with alex, and he doesnt know why he never realized it before, never realized that he would go to the end of the world for her, never realized that he stared all the time because he just loved every thing about her.

and he knows. he knows he cant take the god’s offer. because it means he could never see his friends or alex again, it means losing some of the people he cared about the most, and hes already lost so many that the thought of losing them makes his stomach churn.

so magnus turns back to the gods, and he tells them, “as much as i appreciate your offer, i have to say no.”

and the room gasps, because hes turning down such a valuable gift from odin himself, he could never get this chance again. but odin nods, smiling, like he knew all along that magnus would say no.

and the moment magnus goes back to his friends theyre all swarming him, asking why he turned the gods down, why didnt he take the chance to be alive again? and alex is standing outside of the group, still staring at him in shock, and magnus cant take it anymore, he breaks free of the group and wraps alex in the biggest hug he could manage.

they stay like that for what feels like ages, like theyre the only two people left in the world, holding each other in silence, until alex breaks it. “why?”

“because i dont want to ever lose you,” magnus whispers back. “i couldnt take the chance.”

and alex is just so overwhelmed with emotion, at the idea that someone would turn down the gods because of her, that she starts to cry, and magnus is crying too because he knows, he knows why alex is crying, and their friends all give them the biggest group hug with tears of their own and they all stay there, with the weight of the world finally eased off of their shoulders, and the gods are faced with a heartbreakingly beautiful display of mortal friendship and feelings, the reason why magnus turned down the chance to live again

and im tearing up over this because magnus loves people, he loves his friends and family and he will never ever let them go

N: If Karisawa had Saika she is capable to take the challenge in reproducing all types of weapons that appear in the “Blade of the Immortal”, so Karisawa-san absolutely must not be allowed to have it. Besides her love for 2D is so strong Saika’s curse probably would not work.

Translation Note: “Blade of the Immortal” (Japanese name: Mugen no juunin) is a Japanese manga series by Hiroaki Samura about a cursed samurai.

Q: Would Togusa-san be able to overcome it with his love for Ruri-chan?

N: Togusa…..Well, if Ruri herself is nearby he could overcome it……maybe……?

N: Izaya, hating to lose, has his smile erased the moment he learns another person knows information he does not know about. He would vouch exaggerating, “no matter when I know the information it’ll be the same. They can gather to me in the end,” but deep in his heart, at a level he himself does not realize, he is vexed by it.


Translator’s Comment: I’m actually going through to see any interesting comments Narita-sensei made when the episodes aired (and some answered questions from the original tweet). Not sure if anyone did these, but I’m choosing ones I haven’t seen or I find interesting. Hope you enjoy.

Guilty Pleasure | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by taestylips

Summary: College au in which Taehyung is an annoying prankster but you’ve always sort of liked him.

Word Count: 8,243

Genre: Smut/fluff/college au

A/N: Idk what this is tbh but it was spurred by a convo I had with @yourcupoftae.

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Heaven

lin manuel miranda x reader

prompt: it certainly wasn’t an easy task being someone’s guardian angel. all your life you’ve only  known of protecting lin from harm’s way so when you’re kicked out of heaven, you truly know nothing but to protect your ever so clumsy human.

a/n: this was inspired by my favorite tv show, supernatural, and the song heaven by troye sivan. i might make this into a multiple part series who knows. 

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You watched Lin crossing the street, anxiously sitting on your hands and biting your lip as the brunette clumsily bumped into various pedestrians trekking the same busy Manhattan streets as him, his head down as he continued to quickly made his way through town haphazardly.

‘He needs to be more careful! He can get hurt!’ You muttered to yourself, gasping as Lin crossed the street, his head still down as he looked at his journal. A taxi cab was flying down the street, barrelling towards Lin, and didn’t appear to be slowing down anytime soon.

You stopped the moment, flying down to Earth to move Lin out of the dangerous situation before returning to Heaven to watch over your human.

Your life consisted of this and only this.

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What We Used To Be (Part 2) // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Originally posted by joeck

I parked my car and walked into my house exhausted. My parents were unusually quiet sat at the dinner table.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I joined them across the table.

“Honey,” my mom reached out to caress my hand. “Your father and I have decided to get a divorce.”

I stood up out of my chair quickly, causing it to slide behind me and tip over. “Over these stupid little arguments? Really guys?”

“(Y/N), calm dow-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. Why should I listen to people that can’t even solve their own problems?”

I dashed to my room up the stairs in anger. I slammed my door and laid in my bed, letting the tears slide down the sides of my face. I buried myself under the covers and drenched the pillow beneath me. After about ten minutes, I heard my door creep open.

“Leave me alone,” I responded without looking towards my door, assuming it was my parents.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Zach questioned concerned.

“Why are you here, Zach? Now’s not a good time.” I didn’t even bother to wipe away the tears and continued to stare blankly at the wall.

“I texted you I was gonna come over, but you never replied.”

“I must’ve left my phone on silent. Can you go away please? I’m not in the state to do this stupid project.”

The door closed and he dropped his backpack on the ground of my room.

“I’m not leaving you like this, (Y/N).”

I didn’t say anything. I cried silently to myself while Zach awkwardly sat in the chair next to my desk.

“Look,” he began. “I’m sorry for what I said to you today in class. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I was stunned. It’s been two years since he’s ever sounded so apologetic. Yet, the words of forgiveness couldn’t form in my mouth. I suddenly felt the bed sink beside me and arms pulling me in towards his chest. I laid there frozen, until I turned around and cried harder into him. I needed someone at this point. I felt alone. And Zach knew that. He rubbed the hand I placed on his chest with his thumb gently, as though I was a China doll about to break into a million pieces.

“My parents. They’re getting a divor-orce.” I stuttered.

He ran his fingers up and down my arm. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I know you will.”

Zach’s little touches calmed me down eventually and we stayed in the same position in silence, never wanting to ruin the moment.

I finally built the courage to speak. “Zach?”

“Yes (Y/N)?”

“What happened to us?” I looked up at him with my glossy eyes.

He sighed and moved a strand of hair away from my face. “I became a jerk. You don’t know how sorry I am for everything I’ve ever said or done to you.”

I sat up in my spot with my legs crossed, still facing him.

“Why? Why did you suddenly begin to just, hate me?” I let a tear slip. I never realized how much it really hurt that someone I loved didn’t love me back till now.

Zach pressed his back against the headboard and used his thumb to wipe away my tear.

“I distanced myself from you because,” he paused for a moment, thinking about what he was about to confess. “Because I started to fall in love with you. And I didn’t want to lose what we already had. I never meant to become so aggressive and rude. I would do anything to go back to the way we used to be, but I felt like it was too late. You hate me and I don’t blame you.”

Zach stared down and fiddled with my fingers. 

 "I don’t hate you, Zach. I could never.“ 

My response caught his attention, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion as he looked into my eyes. “How could you not?”

“Because I love you,” I revealed.

He caressed my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I love you, too (Y/N).”

I sighed. “No, Zach. I love you more than just best friends. You being here for me right now after all those negative exchange of comments just proves to me that the sweet, caring Zach is still in there. The Zach that made my nights and mornings. The Zach that made my stomach hurt from laughter with his cheesy jokes. The Zach that knew whenever I was down and that things weren’t okay, but he made everything seem okay. You make everything shitty at home seem like a blur. And I love you for that. I’m so in love with you, Zach Dempsey.”

I watched how his eyes glistened in adoration. “Can I kiss you?" 

A lump formed in my throat as I nodded. He leaned in and our lips met. Our kiss was filled with need, evident of how much Zach and I truly missed each other. I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. I felt a tear stream down his cheek. We pulled apart and I used my tiny fingers to hold his face. Zach placed his hand on top of mine and leaned into it.

He pecked my fingers. "I love you so much. I will never let you slip out of my hands ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”

The One With The Free Porn

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: When you stumble upon a weird TV channel, you and your boyfriend make a bet.

Words: 825

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut (not really tagged as smut, but whatevs), cursing?

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A/N: This is my submission for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and @sis-tafics ‘s  Have a Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge! Friends is one of my favorite TV shows ever and I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you like it :)

Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! xx

Originally posted by soluscheese

Dean walked into your shared room with the bowl of popcorn he promised to bring, finding you laying on the bed with the remote on your hand as you changed the channels.

“Anything on?” He pouted, laying beside you as you both took some popcorn and ate it.

“Not really,” you replied, mouthful. “I guess no one watches interesting movies at 4 in the afternoon.”

Dean chuckled, watching the tv and eating some more popcorn before you came across a very weird channel.

“Is… is that-?” He stuttered, your mouth opened wide in surprise to find a naked couple making out on TV, romantic music playing in the background. “Is that porn?”

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Be My Valentine? (Stark!Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 2265

Summary: The reader and Peter secretly like each other, and plan to hang out on Valentine’s Day. As friends. *wink*

A/N: Just a little Peter imagine I felt the need to write. I love me some Peter Parker x Stark! Reader! WOO! Enjoy this babes!


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5 Stages

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: The 5 stages of falling in love with Matt Murdock.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, injuries
2,038 words

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE. First, I want to apologize for my late responses to the few requests I have but I’M WORKING ON IT. My internet it’s not working properly so that’s one more stone in my way… :/ The requests are closed until I sort it out. So I’ll leave you guys with this Matt one I wrote and didn’t post. Feedback always welcomed. <3 ENJOY! 


Stage 1: Butterflies
You can’t get the person out of your head. 

At first, Matt thought it was temporary. 

Since Fisk, Nelson & Murdock earned some nice cases and clients and Foggy insisted that they needed another secretary. A internet ad and a 20 minute interview later, you got hired. 

4 months working with them and it felt like you were long time friends. Foggy treated you like a sister and Karen was glad and clearly relieved that she had a girlfriend to count on after everything she’d been through. 

But with Matt…it was different. He kept saying to himself the both of you were just friends but deep down, he knew it was a little bit more than that. 

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Sixty Seconds

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, angst, angst and oh yeah ANGST

Word count: 557 (my first attempt at a drabble)

A/N: This is the outcome of my bad mood so here you go! Let me know what you think! (Gif is not mine [x])

How long does a minute last?

Sixty seconds doesn’t seem like much but a minute can sometimes feel like an eternity.

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