they always look so much better in my head

Update: I’ve Gotten Help

Hello.

I know I’ve been a hella inactive recently, and for that, I apologize. I’ve gone through an extremely rough patch of depression, however, like the title said, I’ve gotten help. I’ve met someone—possibly one of my favorite humans in the world. He cares about me and my health, makes me feel better about myself, compliments me, and loves me, and I do the same back. I cannot explain to you all how grateful I am for this human being. I really hope all of you will meet someone or have someone who can give you a feeling of bliss just by being in your life. Anyways, this person has helped me a lot. I’m no longer contemplating suicide. I’m happier, and I’ve learned to look forward to things, but also remember the past and to keep my head up. Knowing I have him in my life has made me feel so much better. Knowing someone is always on my side and always there for me is what I’ve needed. I’ve figured out what I’ve needed. Everything is falling into place.

That being said, I definitely wish to get back here. However, I don’t think I can do it alone. Therefore, I was wondering if any of you all would like to apply to be a second admin for this blog. If you would be willing to, please tell me, and I’ll get an admin application up.

Once again, I’m all better now. I hope you all are doing better.

xoxo, Celestia (my real name. it’s time to use the true one). 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if I could please request boyfriend!Tae ? Thank you! ^_^

Originally posted by bwipsul

  • y'all go on walks a lot and always get distracted by puppers
  • “LOOK at its eyes it’s so cute”
  • a dog might steal your boyfriend away
  • tae LOVES being affectionate
  • i don’t mean kissing and stuff like that i mean like he loves holding hands or his arm around ur shoulder while y'all are walking
  • or putting his hand in ur back jean pocket
  • he’d like kissing you but not in public
  • he’d want that to be for just you two
  • like y'all are out all day and he doesn’t kiss u but as soon as u get home he showers u in kisses
  • likes to sit on the couch with your head in his lap so he can play with you hair
  • is very much a dreamer and is always talking about your future family
  • “babe we would have the cUTe s T children ever they’d have ur looks and my talent”
  • is super silly and playful but can defo be serious at times
  • like if youre sad he listens to you and gives you physical support
  • he probably wouldn’t be too good at giving advice but he’d definitely sit with you and make sure you feel better before you two go to bed
  • on nights you’re feeling down he’ll baby the hell outta you
  • “do you want some tea? i can run to the store and get your favorite foods!”
  • he ends up in bed with you, cuddling, and he’s just giving u kisses all over your face and playing with your hair and telling you reassuring things
  • “baby you’re so strong and powerful and so many people look up to you, i promise you’re good enough. too good”
  • and if he’s sad you do the same
  • he likes linking pinkies
  • probably likes going to fancy events because you can dress up and he loves seeing you in fancy clothing
  • “WOW YOU LOOK AMAZING IM SUCH A LUCKY GUY”
  • he likes you hugging him from behind bc you’re so small and he feels comfortable
  • like y'all are grocery shopping and he’s looking at something & you come up from behind and wrap ur arms around his waist & peak ur head around him to see what he’s looking at
  • and he meLTs bc you’re tiny and he loves you
  • probably says he loves you every 10 seconds
  • loves telling ppl y'all are dating
  • he’s like “L. O OOK this is y/n they’re the loml and we’re gonna adopt 28 puppies & have 6 kids they’re super cute LOOK this is my favorite photo of them”
  • he end up rambling and the ppl he’s talking to are like “i want him to shut up but it’s so cute he’s so fond of them”
  • jimin hanging out with y'all a lot bc they’re stuck at the hip
  • “this is my boyfriend taehyung, and his boyfriend jimin”
  • jimin is the only pupper u need
  • taehyung would care for you so MUCH
  • he’d die anytime you do SOMETHING cute
  • would be the best boyfriend ever trust me
  • like if y'all have fights and he gets rlly mad he leaves the room and calms down and then comes back and it doesn’t matter who’s wrong or whatever he’d come hug you and be like
  • “i’m sorry baby i love you please don’t go”
  • he’d get sad after fights because people do stupid shit when they’re mad and he doesn’t want to accidentally do something he’d regret because he doesn’t want to lose you
  • constantly kissing ur cheeks
  • the type to kiss ur neck but not like in a sexual way
  • like he hugs you a rests his head in the crook of ur neck and just placed a small kiss there
  • but if he’s ;) in the mood ;) he’ll probably tease the hellllllll out of you 
  • the type to get you all riled up and then ruin it by going and playing with an animal 
  • likes using his hands ;))))))))) a lot ;))))))))))) 
  • if you’re horny chances are he is too 
  • sometimes he tries teasing u in public and ur like ?????? “tae you’ll try fingering me at dinner but won’t kiss me” he just winks 

anonymous asked:

PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

I needed a Danvers Sisters scene after last nights episode since we’re likely not going to get one.

So I wrote one.


Part of the Family by BridgetteIrish


Kara pounded on Alex’s door.  “Alex, let me in.”  There was no response.  She shifted the donut box and coffee holder to her other hand and tried the doorknob.  Locked.  Alex never locked her door.  “Alex, your bike is parked out front, I know you’re still here.”  She knocked again.  “I’m sorry,” her words caught in her throat and she forced them out through hot tears.  “Alex, I’m sorry.  Please, just talk to me.”  She was tired of crying.  Tired of being wrong, of being right, of being responsible.  She wanted her sister back, like it was before.  Before everything had changed.  “Please,” she whispered.

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It’s My Job- Lin x Reader

I’m not putting any warnings, because if period talk bothers you, you need to be educated on the female body. 

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You were laying on the bed cramping when the bedroom door opened. Your husband of six years rushed into the room, barely looking up until he saw you still in bed.

“Morning, (Y/N). You feeling okay?” His hair fell against his shoulders, slightly wavy from where his hair band had been the night before. Stubble adorned his cheeks, and the ever-present bags under his eyes were a light purple. He stripped off the t-shirt he wore to bed and tossed it in the hamper before crawling over the bed to you.

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You Are Home

Summary: Damon had found his home but there was never a happy ending. What he once lost can never be replaced or so he thought.

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst

Word Count: 3985

It felt weird to write something this long but I hope you guys like this story as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for your continual support and patience, guys!

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Parties left and right, music played all damn night. There wasn’t a dull day when you moved to the city. You were a pretty little thing who socialized with a lot of people, knew the commoners, and met the newcomers. 1920’s was the glitz, glamour, and jazz. In your personal taste, you loved the 20’s as much as you loved being the King’s little princess, you being you, didn’t really like non-extravagant lifestyle.

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Caring Company

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re sexually frustrated and can’t sleep. Most nights like these, your best friend Steve Rogers keeps you company- it’s always just been platonic and friendly until one night he finally makes a move.

Character(s): reader, Steve Rogers

Warnings: little fluff, lotta smut (so my sweet, precious, innocent little ones may want to skip this one!)

Word Count: 2397

A/N: still so busy with this new job training, but I’ve been playing with this one for a week or so when I’ve had the chance and just decided to post it. I’m not super confident in my smut-writing yet, but I liked this idea and rolled with it, so, yea. As always, advice/comments/critiques are highly appreciated and cherished, and I’m down for requests or prompts too!

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You had been tossing and turning in your empty bed for hours, relief and rest evading you with every minute that passed. You fished around in your sheets for your phone and the tapping sounds as you typed echoed in the silence. “Hey Cap, you awake?”

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Fic: nowhere’s high enough

Root x Shaw high school fic, probably going to be four or five parts, nothing super long or involved, but I really enjoyed writing it.


Shaw shoved a handful of cereal into her mouth, tossing the box haphazardly onto the counter as she headed for the door.

“Sameen?” her mother called. “Where’s your backpack?”

She rolled her eyes spinning to face her mom while continuing to backpedal toward the door. “Don’t need one. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow.”

“What about papers?” She insisted. “You can’t lose everything on your first day!”

Scanning the area around her, Shaw quickly snatched an empty folder by the front hallway. “There. Useless syllabi holder, check.”

“What about lunch?” Her mother was now hurrying down the hall to keep up “What about gym clothes?”

“I have money,” Shaw assured, “and I’ve got clothes too.”

She yanked up her shirt to reveal a second one. “Gym’s first period this year. I’m fine, mum.”

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Nalu Oneshot

Hey!  Okay so this is a little one shot that I just decided to write??  Idk, if you’ll like it, but let me know!  I haven’t written ANY NaLu in so long sooo here you go!

Rate T for language~


Natsu scoffed as he saw the hulking form, that Lucy called her ex boyfriend, step through her apartment’s front door.  He couldn’t believe that she had invited him to her party, he thought that they were over.  He treated her like shit and she knew it, yet she always managed to get back with him.  Natsu knew that they weren’t together at the moment, yet Lucy greeted him with a smile and he returned it with an apologetic smirk that Natsu knew wouldn’t last.  Needless to say, Natsu was steaming in his own skin.  Lucy had thrown a party for no reason other than it was summer break and they were off from college.  Natsu was not one to object to a party from time to time, especially if it was his best friend’s.  He sipped whatever nasty tasting liquor that Gray had brought back for him, and glared at the back of the beast’s head.  He didn’t even remember his name, so he was just going to call him dickhead.

“What does she even see in him?”  Natsu grumbled and Gray sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t get it either man, but there’s nothing you can do about it.”  Gray pointed out and Natsu huffed.  Gray was no help.

“I just don’t get it.  He treats her like she’s fucking garbage and then goes crawling back to him.  What a freakin’ concept.”  Natsu swilled down the rest of the drink in his red plastic cup and rolled his eyes.  “Where’d you get this?”  Natsu gestured to his empty cup and Gray pointed over to Lucy’s table that held a punch bowl.  That table was where he’d prop his feet up on lazy Sunday’s and he and Lucy would watch reruns of cartoons from when they were little.  Natsu mumbled out a ‘thanks’ and shuffled his way over to the bowl, picking up the ladle, and pouring more of the red liquid into his cup.  He might as well have a good time if he was going to be stuck in the shadow of dickhead. Natsu made his way back over to Gray who was looking off into space.  Albeit, Natsu was surprised that Juvia, one of there friends who was in absolute love with Gray, wasn’t clinging to his arm, but he felt relieved. He couldn’t be around that right now.

“Hey, at least we don’t need to worry about school shit for now.  Plus we’re seniors next year and then we can graduate and get out of this town.”  Gray chugged the rest of his own drink and sighed in content.

“I don’t know, I guess.  I mean that’s great, but I wanna know what Luce is thinking of doing.”  Natsu pondered and Gray tutted in disapproval.

“Look Natsu, you know I love Lucy as a friend, no, a sister, but you need to quite wasting your time!  It’s just not gonna happen.  I say, leave your options open.”  Natsu glared at his friend, his blood beginning to boil.  Gray always managed to get under his skin, but he knew he was right.  But mixing alcohol and Natsu’s short temper was never a good idea.

“Fuck you, Gray, you don’t know shit.  Besides, it’s not like I like her or anything, she’s my best friend.  I want what’s best for her.”  Natsu retorted and Gray rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Whatever you say.”  Natsu couldn’t stand looking at Gray’s ugly mug much longer, so he gulped down the rest of the punch, wincing at the poorly mixed drink, and stumbled slightly over to Lucy. 

“Hey, Lu~cy!”  Natsu greeted her, his speech beginning to slur slightly. Dickhead was standing next to her and looked bothered by his intrusion, but Natsu didn’t care.

“Hey, Natsu!  Did you find the punch?”  She giggled, her hair falling slightly in front of her eyes.  

“I may have.  But Gray was the one who gave it to me first.”  Natsu pouted and Lucy giggled again, her eyes reflecting the fairy lights that she had decorated her apartment with.  Her laugh was contagious and Natsu found himself laughing as well.

“You remember Jared, right?”  Lucy motioned towards the angry looking boulder next to her.

“Oh yeah, uh, hey dick- I-I mean, Jared.  What’s up man?”  Natsu stifled a giggle for almost calling the guy dickhead for real.

“Yeah, whatever.”  Dickhead replied and Lucy’s brow creased.  That was why Natsu didn’t like the prick, he made Lucy upset.

“Don’t be rude.”  Lucy muttered shortly, but he just rolled his eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you take your scrawny ass back over to that friend of yours?”  Dickhead suggested with a laugh and Natsu swallowed hard.  He didn’t want to make a scene for Lucy’s sake, but he really wanted to punch the guy square in the face.

“Why don’t you go sit in a pile of rocks, you’d fit right in as big and brainless.”  Natsu shot back smirking.  Lucy looked worriedly at the pair of them.

“Guys, stop-”  Lucy began to protest but dickhead cut her off.

“No no, I’ve got this.  I think I’ve gotta smash your face in.”

“Like you could keep up.”  Natsu scoffed and it only made him even more mad. He noticed Lucy’s eyes glistening slightly and she turned away from them and ran towards Levy and Gajeel.  “What’s your problem?”

“My problem is I don’t like you hanging around Lucy and I think you’re a little shit.”  Dickhead replied, his face in a permanent scowl.  Natsu had forgotten his name again.  The room was spinning slightly, the drinks had started to get to him.

“She’s my best friend.  You’re just some asshole she dated.  Why are you even here?”

“Because Lucy wants me here.”  He smiled horribly and Natsu’s heart sank a bit.  “She wants to get back together.”

“You’re lying.”  Natsu muttered and the guy just laughed.  Natsu felt like he was losing some steam, but he knew at the very least he could outrun the bastard.

“Why don’t you take your dumb scarf wearing ass and find your special friend and get out of here.  And by the way you little shit, Lucy’ll never be yours.”  Dickhead laughed loudly.  “I’ll be tapping that fine ass all night.”  Natsu’s hand balled into a fist and pulled it back, ready to swing.

“Natsu!”  Lucy shouted, tears stained her cheeks a bit and Levy stood behind her frowning.  “Don’t.”

“But-!”  Natsu protested, and dickhead made himself look as innocent as possible.  “I’m outta here.  See ya Luce.”  Natsu growled leaving a distraught looking Lucy.  Natsu flung open the door to Lucy’s apartment, an odd occurence since he usually came through her window.  They hadn’t hung out much when she was dating the piece of shit that he left in there with her and Natsu knew that, if they were dating again, he would see even less of her.

“Fuck, Gray’s right…  Damn…”  Natsu slumped against the brick wall of the complex.  Natsu heard a door open and footsteps set down the stairs towards where he was.  “Gray, I don’t wanna-”  Natsu stopped when he saw who it was.  “Oh.”

“Hey…”  Lucy’s sweet voice filled Natsu’s ears.  Her face was that of concern and her arms hugged her small frame.  Even though it was going to be summer, she was wearing far too little clothing to be warm against the chilly night air.

“’Sup.” Natsu mumbled, turning his face away from her.  He knew that if he looked at her, he would crumble under her brown gaze.  “Sorry for ruining your party.  But what can you expect, it is me after all.”  Natsu flashed her a halfhearted smile.  When he finally looked up at her, he saw that tears were flowing silently down her face.  “H-hey!  Why are you crying?  I-it’s my fault!”  Natsu stammered.  He never knew what to do when Lucy was crying, he usually just would scoop her into a hug until she stopped a bit.  So, that’s what he did.  He wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest relentlessly.  Natsu knew she had drank a little bit too much herself; Natsu did his best to focus, but that damn punch Gray had gotten him was really fucking him up.

“N-Natsu, I-I’m s-sorry.”  Lucy choked out and Natsu looked at her as if she had sprouted two heads.

“What?  Why are you sorry, Luce?”

“B-because I invited J-Jared.  I thought h-he’d be different today.  I-I don’t know why.”  Lucy explained and Natsu swallowed thickly.

“I thought you guys were gettin’ back together.  That’s what he said.  So, I can’t really blame ya for inviting your boyfriend to your own party.”  Natsu’s voice stuck on boyfriend.  He felt it was almost sacrilegious to even call him that.

“What?  We’re not, I just was being nice.”  Lucy looked at him in confusion and sighed.  “He always does this…  He treats people like shit.  He never liked you and I don’t know why…  Maybe because we’re so close.  Oh!  Sorry, I didn’t want you to know that he didn’t like you…”  Natsu laughed lightly and rubbed the back of Lucy’s head comfortingly.

“I pretty much got that he didn’t like me.  But I can’t believe that bastard tried to tell me you two were getting back together.”  Natsu practically growled and Lucy let a few more tears slip.

“Y-you probably don’t want to h-hear this, I’m sorry.”  Lucy cried out and pushed herself away from Natsu’s chest.  Natsu immediately missed her warmth.  “I-it’s my fault, but I’ve been drinking, and I know I’m a mess.”

“You’re not a mess, Luce.”  Natsu slurred a bit, but he was sincere.  If anything, Natsu thought that she looked beautiful out in the moonlight.  “You deserve so much better than that dickhead.”  Lucy lifted her head up to meet his gaze, and Natsu was startled by the intensity in her stare.

“Really?”  

“Of course.”  Natsu was perplexed.  “You’re my best friend Lucy…  I wan’t you to be happy.”  Lucy tiptoed herself closer to Natsu, and he felt himself getting hot under her gaze and their proximity.

“Thank you, Natsu.  You’re always so good to me.”

“I-I care about you a lot…”  Natsu softened his voice as he looked down at her.  She swayed slightly as she placed her hands on his signature scarf he had gotten from his father.  “A-ah, Lucy?  H-how much have you had to drink?”  Natsu stammered as she pulled slightly down towards her.

“U-um, not too much…  Not enough to forget what I really want.”  Lucy whispered and Natsu practically audibly gulped.

“L-Luce, i-is this what you want?  Y-you know, this is me?  Natsu, Natsu Dragneel?”  Natsu felt ridiculous.

“I know who you are.  You are my best friend and you are amazing.  And I may like you a little bit more than normal.”  Lucy giggled and Natsu’s breath caught in his throat. 

“I d-don’t know-”  Natsu was cut off by Lucy pulling his face down to hers.  She kissed him fervently and impatiently, their saliva mixing.  Natsu squeezed his eyes shut and pulled her closer to his body, allowing a small sigh escape his throat.  Lucy’s fingers played with his scarf, and then were in his hair, pulling him down to deepen their kiss.  Regretfully, Natsu pulled away quickly.  Lucy slowly opened her eyes, her breathing heavy.  Natsu’s own breathing was ragged, and he had to shake his head slightly because he was more than a little excited.

“Natsu..?”

“L-Lucy, I dunno i-if you want this.”  Natsu managed to croak out and Lucy frowned.

“Natsu, you don’t know how special you are.  And you also don’t get to tell me what I want and don’t want.”  Lucy crossed her arms defiantly.  “You’re my best friend and I’m stupid because I invited that asshole.”  Natsu just stared at her silently absorbing what she was saying.  “He’s not part of my life anymore, but you always will be.”

“I love you, Lucy.” Natsu found himself blurting out and instantly felt a raging blush spread across his cheeks.  Lucy looked taken aback for a moment and then broke out into a wide smile.  She hugged Natsu tightly and he wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Thank you Natsu.”  Lucy whispered into his shirt.  “I love you too.  As a friend and something a bit more, I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s more than okay.”  Natsu chuckled into her hair.

“Hey, you think you could take Gray home though?  I think he drank a little too much and before I came out here he was stripping and actually trying to find Juvia.”

“Wow…  Yeah, wow.  That’s…  That’s just…  Yeah, I’ll go get the bastard.” Natsu let out a boisterous laugh that mixed with Lucy’s peels of laughter.  Natsu wasn’t sure what had happened between them fully, but he was going to take one thing at a time.  The first thing he was going to take care of the perverted stripper that was in Lucy’s living room.

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)


“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.


Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”

“Chris…”

Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”

2

Hey guys this is part two of my run away Betty, bughead story. I’m just gonna call it runaway I think! Anyway! Enjoy this crazy little au!
*****

Shaking the dirt off of her shorts, Betty popped up from her place behind the park bench, she was grateful it was the end of spring and summer was just around the corner.

The cool night air made it easier to sleep outside, and with her new job at pops she was sure she would be able to afford a place to stay in no time.

She showed up about 45 minutes early for her shift, throwing a wave at pops and heading for the bathroom. She put on the tiny yellow dress and apron, smiling at her reflection. It looked okay, a little big. She had gone weeks at a time without food and it showed. Not anymore though, she had a job and a plan.

She scrubbed herself clean with the little bar of bathroom soap and reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste in her backpack.

When she came out pops was sitting on a stool by the counter as he called her over

“You come on over here now darling, we have to have a talk.”

She tucked her fingers into her palms, oh god was she getting fired already? She knew she was a little dirty, but she really tried her best.

“Is everything okay?” She said in a shaky voice.

Slowly the older man slid a key towards her on the counter.

She just stared at it, what was this?

“Caught you sleeping at the park on my way home from closing up last night.”

Her heart instantly broke, he wouldn’t want some homeless runaway working in his diner, she just prayed he wouldn’t call the cops on her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I promise I’ll walk away right now and I won’t come back to this town, just please don’t tell the police.” She was pleading now.

“None of that now, this is a key to the upstairs of this here restaurant. When I first opened this place up I was like you, running from something too big for me to comprehend, I got the chance to have my dream, lived upstairs when I was getting her started, that was before I met my wife, lili. There’s a mattress up there, a shower. You can stay there until you get on your feet.”

She was staring at the key in his hand, eyes wide and tears forming.

“I.. I can’t accept this.. it’s really…I”

He shook his head

“Nonsense, you better get on up there before I change my mind.”

She looked at the key before lunging at him, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

Then she was off sprinting up the stairs

There was a mattress, a closet, a shower, A sink , a fridge.

It was everything she never had and always wanted. Throwing her bag on the ground, she threw herself back on the matress, she closed her eyes and squealed into the pillow.

Sitting up she looked around, things were pretty okay.

After she got settled she headed back downstairs to start her shift.

Breakfast and lunch flew by and by the time she was done with her shift, most of the riverdale students were making their way into the diner.

Leaning against the counter, wiping her apron and talking to the other lunch time server, she didn’t recognize when a familiar group walked in.

Suddenly she was being tugged away from the counter by a familiar raven haired beauty.

“Betty! We looked for you all day in school, Jughead here nearly lost his mind trying to find you at lunch. You didn’t answer any of our texts.”

Looking down she pulled her cell phone out of her apron, sure enough there were over fifteen texts from Cheryl, Kevin and Veronica.

“I’m so sorry guys, I didn’t even have time to look at my phone!”

Her eyes locked on jughead and he was eyeing her uniform curiously, seemingly trying to figure out what was going on.

“You work here? Like actually work?” Cheryl asked the question everyone was wondering

“I do, every morning and afternoon 8-4! And as for school, you won’t see me around there. I don’t go to school.”

Everyone at the table seemed to be taken back

Archie scratched his neck

“But aren’t you like.. a kid?”

Kevin smacked his arm, glaring at him

“No Kevin, it’s totally fine, I get that this is a little confusing. To answer your question , I guess I am a kid, I’m sixteen, if I went to school I would be a sophomore just like you all.”

Cheryl nodded piecing it together
“So why aren’t you in school?”

“It’s a long story for another time, right now I’m totally in the mood for a vanilla milkshake, do you guys mind if I join you?”

Veronica laughed

“Girl you read my mind, come on you so need to tell me how you get your skin to be that perfect”

Everyone agreed before walking ahead to the counter to place their orders, leaving Jughead behind with Betty.

“You’re homeless.” He mumbled from beside her

She whipped her head towards him
“How do you know that, have you been following me, did someone send you!” She was paranoid now, digging her palms into her hands, her eyes jetting towards the door.

His eyes widened, before he placed a hand on her arm

“No! No.. I just I know what homeless looks like, I should’ve caught on yesterday when I saw you with that huge backpack, your life’s in their right?”

She calmed down, staring at the hand on her arm, wow he was warm and his hands were surprisingly rough against her smooth tan skin.

“I have a place to stay as of right now, it’s not so bad here. I’ve just gotta save a little bit of money. I have a job. Things are gonna be different.” She reassured herself more than him.

He smiled at her pushing a strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, behind her ear.

“Come on you must be exhausted, you just worked all day, I’ll buy you that milkshake, I have a running tab at pops. Wait til you see me devour a hamburger, some call it gross, I call it a skill.” He teased putting his arm out for her to take.

She took his arm laughing, what a day.

****

The minute that blonde haired beauty was dragged over to him by Ronnie he knew.

He had been looking for her all over campus, she was nowhere, there weren’t any other schools on riverdale so where could she be?

After an unsuccessful day, his mood was sour and he considered just texting her, but after voicing his feelings to archie, the red headed boy told him to play it cool, she’d show up.

And show up, she did.

Wearing a pops uniform and the brightest smile he had ever seen.

He knew then that, no she wasn’t going to a different school, she wasn’t going to any school at all.

After a situation with his parents, Jughead had been homeless for a while, he knew what it was like having To provide for yourself and he had thought about dropping out multiple times, fortunately it never came down to that.

But he could spot her tired eyes and hungry frame from a mile away. What had happened to this gorgeous girl that brought her here?

He didn’t know for sure, but taking one look into those bright green eyes, he knew

He was gonna find out.

anonymous asked:

Hi there jessica! Do you see a reunion of olicity before the season ends?

Yes.

…Were you looking for a bit more? ;)

Ok, but I’m going to add a couple of other asks to this because they’re very similar and no point writing out the same reply 5 different ways (2 have been in my inbox for too long, oops):

“Hello; read your posts, really liked your explanations but I’m worrying. I don’t see how Olicity could reunite by ep20! Won’t they need more time?! They’ve already taken so long. Since they’re following S3, they could sleep together, especially if they go on the run together. Saw a theory that they go Lian Yu? That would be interesting. Would fit with them running. What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Hi! There have been a lot of theories about Olicity this season. Do you really think season 5 is paralleling season 3?”

“Hey Jessica! So what do you think about the Olicity love scene being a flashback?”

“What about Oliver’s dark spiral? SA said he’s going to be resigned to his fate; won’t that affect a possible reunion?”

Wow! I see: it’s THAT time of year! (I’ll do my best!)

Here’s the meat of it: since they broke up, I have been 100% certain that Olicity would get back together but I wasn’t always certain of when until last October (2016). I figured they’d be sending the wrong kind of message to have them take 2 or 3 seasons to reunite; as if they were the type of couple who couldn’t work through their differences and that ONLY time apart could heal them.

Time apart – factually – would kill them.

It’s part of the reason why she stayed with him in episode 4.23.

But until last year, I was the type of reviewer that didn’t think or consider the content of the shows I watch. I should have done because I missed so many clues. I took Psychology (a lifetime ago and am rusty as heck so don’t expect any profiling, you’ll be disappointed ;)) and I loved English literature; I know what a thematic analysis is etc, so… shouldn’t I have known better?

I have my own life but Arrow – this fandom – is where I go to replenish, so to speak. It’s where my brain switches off. To escape for a while. But it became more than that during season 4. Suddenly it was this hopeful symbol; the idea, however naïve, that love prevails and that trust can be earned, that even when things look so very bad, they can always get better. Naïve, right?

Because then Oliver and Felicity broke up and my mind just kind of went… ‘what’?

Too much heart. Not enough brain :)

I was too involved in what I was watching and sometimes you need to take several steps back and actually connect some dots: I used to be so good at that. But it had been years and I’d forgotten how. But then I found @louiseblue1 and her insights; these on top of @jbuffyangel reviews and her fabulous way of understanding narrative flows, Cali’s knack for hitting the head of every nail out there and @dust2dust34 @so-caffeinated natural understanding of Oliver Queen, gave me a kind of swift subconscious kick to the head that I needed to pull back a bit and really look at the show the way it needed to be looked at.

(I will fully admit that I’ve needed Bre and @callistawolf to bring me back from a major huff and puff once or twice this year too;))

Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

I say this because I want you to understand that I’m just going off what I now see. I may not be right. But until proven otherwise, I’m sticking to the near-invisible threads we’ve been watching so far this season.

Do I think they’ll reunite by season end? Yes. Absolutely. Since Diggle asked Oliver that question in episode 1, about whether his life would personally involve Felicity Smoak in future (OF COURSE IT WILL), to which he answered ‘I don’t know’.

Since then.

There are other reasons why I do but as the above questions don’t ask for them, I’m going to save you the many pages I’d write about them ;)

Okay! *rubs hands together* episode 20…

Why are people assuming they WILL reunite episode 20?

Has there been a spoiler saying they will?

I’d LOVE it but I think we’ve learned pretty damn well that expecting anything to happen will only end in disappointment.

Just because its episode 20, it doesn’t mean they’re following season 3 to the letter. I’ve had a few asks that have made it very clear to me that people are expecting a LITERAL – not just a figurative – 3.20 parallel for episode 5.20.

Please don’t.

Season 5’s parallels to season 3 are absolutely present and we should pay attention to them but they also haven’t been quite so obvious thus far as to copy season 3’s progression.

The obvious parallel is that Felicity is – in a different kind of slide into darkness – sort of doing a ‘season 3 Oliver Queen’. But mostly, it’s been in the little things. And the symbolic things.

For instance, I highly doubt O + F are going to go away together to someplace in episode 20, have some life affirming sex (I’D LOVE IT THOUGH), say I love you and have Oliver leave her to face her horrible fate… just like a 3.20 parallel. Like a copy and paste, just switching character placements.

I don’t think I like that idea. It feels cheap. This deserves to be handled properly; no rushing.

For one thing, from the spoilers, I think they’re trapped – not necessarily running - and the team needs to save them (remember that pick of Echo propelling down that shaft?). I think they’ll be alone together.

As I theorized in my post (an hour or a day), I think they’re going to air everything out in this episode. Big time. They’ll have no choice because they’re trapped but to face each other. They’ll have no choice because with out it, moving forwards will be impossible for them. And though I have no idea what would come of it I do know that by itself is supremely different to what happened with them 3.20. That was an ‘I love you’ and a ‘goodbye’. A physical representation of repressed feelings coming to the surface.

Oliver and Felicity have always been magical at communicating without words, which was why sex was the obvious conclusion in 3.20.

But THIS time? They NEED to flipping talk.

Originally posted by gothsmoak

And sometimes? Talking is an intimacy – and an openness - unto itself that even sex cannot reach.

I think they need to reach that final level with each other; the level where two people meet in the center and understand each other completely. They’re going to connect. Really connect, one soul to another (cheesy I know), or that’s what I hope for. I mean, there really is no other choice for these two.

They’ve ruined each other for anyone else.

Felicity found a boyfriend in Billy, because it wasn’t a chance to take (she wasn’t risking her heart, she was defending it); he was an escape option and a shield. It was her saying ‘look how fine I am’? ‘I’m absolutely over Oliver Queen’. ‘He can do whatever he likes too’. ‘No I don’t think about him every second of the day’…

It’s human. And it’s painful. And it’s sad. It’s natural. It tells us just how much she isn’t passed it all.

Oliver found Snoozan who, like Billy, doesn’t quite fit the title of girlfriend.

Neither Oliver or Felicity – or ANY other character – has really been able to refer to Billy/Snoozan as their boyfriend/girlfriend respectively which delights me.

Oliver has been routine in his belief that he isn’t good enough for Felicity since season 3 (a bit of 2 as well), so he settled for whatever life threw at him this year (HIS WORDS IN EPSIDOE 5). Life threw Snoozan at him and he went along for the ride.

Wow.

Originally posted by thedis4design

Both Felicity and Oliver developed feelings for these two but I promise you now, those feelings aren’t lasting. Nor are they romantic love.

They’re both these tools for O + F to try with.

These attempts failed horrifically.

Billy was killed by Oliver, a deliberate attempt of Adrian’s to prove him the monster he keeps inferring he is and Snoozan and Oliver broke because of secrets he refused to share hoping she’d just believe in him anyway.

Which she didn’t.

(Funny, we all thought Oliver would tell her his secret etc but he didn’t even come close and he CHOOSE that; it’s why he questions what he was even thinking getting involved with her. I’ll tell you Oliver; you were lonely and desperate for someone to see a man instead of the monster you think you are. Poor guy.)

Because, when you spend enough time with someone you develop feelings for them. It’s only natural. But it also makes me feel sorry for Billy and Snoozan (not really) because neither Oliver nor Felicity chose them because they were attracted to them, or because they were tempted, or because they even liked them.

Felicity was hiding. Oliver was settling. Both were looking for comfort.

How flattering.

Which ultimately makes both these relationships utterly unimportant.

AND it explains how stiff Oliver was after sleeping with Snoozan and the feeling that Felicity wasn’t completely present with Billy after they’d done the same.

Now timing has been ridiculous on this show; sometimes the pacing makes sense, sometimes it doesn’t. Maybe the flashback will explain more as to the why’s of their behaviour. But, really, one episode is all they need. OF COURSE THERE’S TIME.

Olicity has spent the season decidedly NOT talking. And it HAS to be for a reason. They used to always talk. Now they don’t. Why did they make that choice? A choice that has obviously hurt them both.

Just as the flashback sex HAS to be for a reason. As great as it is that they will show this, they wouldn’t do it without a reason. I’m guessing that whatever happened between them between S4 and 5, explains their behaviour this season. There’s been a ‘we’re completely fine’ air about them both that feels off (we know SA and EBR are fab actors so this is deliberate). Eventually ‘fine’ won’t cut it for either of them.

They’re already coming close to their attempt at pretending that they’re fine, shattering into little pieces.

BRING.IT. ON.

Originally posted by firelordasami

We’re already seeing the signs in episodes 15 and 16.

Notice Felicity’s physical and verbal responses to him? They’re a bit softer. There’s a lack of defensiveness about her person that made me grin. His focus on her in episode 16 broke through a wall and it surprised her. I think she’s building up to a conclusion.

And Oliver? He’s started concentrating on her again, directing his thoughts to her – I MEAN SNOOZAN WAS TAKEN AND HE WAS ALL ‘NO THAT DOESN’T MATTER; I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU’ - like he can’t help himself. But his path – because of Adrian – is about to get ten times darker.

Like I said in my post, I think he’ll break. I also think there is a chance Felicity might too for a different reason and in a very different way. But in this regard I also think that, in this respect, she’s stronger than Oliver. Maybe she knows more than we think she does about Helix.

But him breaking will test EVERYONE, including the team. (Maybe that’s why episode 18 is called disbanded *shrugs*)

The sex scene being a flashback isn’t a problem for me.

But when I first discovered it, I will admit to thinking DAMN! WHY NOT IN THE PRESENT? LET THEM VENT IT OUT! BRING ON THE SEX; ALL THE SEX!!

But… at this stage, without really connecting again, wouldn’t that kind of physical explosion just hurt them? It wouldn’t be an answer. Maybe AFTER they talked.

Plus, flashback sex proves neither could keep their hands off each other during the summer. How gratifying.

But I’ve also heard some people saying that their perception of the sex being a flashback is Arrow’s way of telling the fandom that Olicity really are a thing of the past. Dear God, why waste ANY sex scene on them if they were saying goodbye to them.

Why trap them together?

Why claim it’s a big Olicity episode?

Why would the climax of the season be anything but that: a CLIMAX. Something we’ve been waiting for.

Look at season 1: Oliver and Laurel, after spending most of the season apart (seriously, their scenes were few and far between and absent of romantic emotions) suddenly (because it was abrupt, no lead up or anything other than Laurel throwing herself at Oliver right after he lies and tells her what she wants to hear), have sex. Episode 21.

It’s VERY possible. Probable even. There’s no way they’re saying goodbye to Olicity. James Bamford even confirmed (last year) @jbuffyangel theory about them relearning each other. How better to know someone than to walk in their footsteps?

MG asked us to be patient.

WM said that there were some storyline they could only do if they were apart and they were obligated to do them, even if we didn’t like them.

Other than that, we don’t really have enough info to say for sure about what, when, where, how… and I expect to be proven wrong at some point.

Whether they go to Lian Yu or not, I’m also clueless.

But I want to point out something.

True love, fun and bedroom antics…

These are Stephen’s words about the nature of Oliver and Felicity’s season 4 relationship and they make so many things clear in where they may be heading. He didn’t need to clarify that: he offered it. We’ve learned a fundamental truth about our Captain this year:

Everything Stephen says is deliberate. EVERYTHING he says is honest (sometimes you just have to dig or filter or read between the lines):

He brought up the Russian Vodka sex, which I’m sure, was meant to be a joke (I thought it was) but we know has been confirmed thanks to JB for the flash back sequence. And notice how he behaved when he said it – the slight ‘it’s important but I’m going to coolly play off’ shrug thing and slight smile – and the way Emily looked at him, like she was dying not to laugh.

He brought up killing Billy BEFORE episode 1 even aired. Yes, it was another joke, but he referenced it at least 2 more times afterwards. And Oliver did kill Billy.

Bu that quote made it clear that their relationship in season 4 was fundamentally lacking something. The words are great but a relationship doesn’t last from embracing only the good things.

They learned how to fight in season 3.

In season 4 they learned how to live together.

In season 5 maybe they’ll finally learn how to UNDERSTAND each other.

It gives them room to grow as a couple too. It suggests that once they achieve this, then that will be it. When they get back together, maybe they’ll never break again (*fingers crossed*).

He also stressed that Oliver KNOWS he’s at fault for their breakup (to all the people hating MG’s interview recently where he said that Felicity’s lack of understanding is was broke them up, please be aware we only received a partial interview and that he was talking technically – Felicity DID break them up but the reason why they broke up was Oliver’s, that was the point).

Now, why would Stephen do that? Why would he also say that she was right to break up with him, that it was only choice for her to make? She needed to learn something this year and I think she is. I think they’re going to focus on this. Soon. Because they have too; they can’t leave this hanging in the air.

Stephen also said that we shouldn’t stop hoping for them.

AND he has said that there’s a reason for the way Oliver’s been acting this year…

So I looked back at how he’s been acting. He’s content in a way, but not happy. More brutal. Tougher. A better manipulator, lonelier, more understanding and ethically confused. Tired. Like a constant cognitive dissonance. Felicity told him that he was in a schism. He still is in one.

Season 3 had him choose between the Arrow and Oliver Queen. He chose the former. Season 4 had him discovering how to be Oliver. Season 5 has had him try to merge these two identity’s but he can’t because he has a third. The monster. Where every other aspect of himself is defeated by this creature of violence and death and destruction. The man we’ve been seeing in the Bratva flashbacks. The thing created from placing a man in hostile environments for years and having him claw his way out. Only, he never really did.

He never left.

Originally posted by olivergifs

I think that’s what Adrian is trying to reveal to Oliver; that his true self is this monster. Stephen added that Oliver will be resigned to his fate after episode 17. I think Prometheus is going to somehow convince him – manipulate and mind screw with him – that he can’t change his fate: a fate to be a monster who lives alone.

(Can’t wait to discover this secret he wants Oliver to reveal to him!)

This season NEEDS Oliver to find a way to merge his identities. To see the light again and I don’t think that’s possible without Felicity Smoak.

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

So yes, I feel very good about a reunion. Due to how the season has run, I don’t expect one until episode 23 but I do feel that episode 20 will be one for the books!

I know I ranted. It’s a problem. But I cannot WAIT for this episode (well I can but it’s very difficult) because WHATEVER happens - BAD OR GOOD - will be a culmination of the events leading up to it – with Oliver a broken and Felicity making morally ambiguous choices - and I for one am super excited to see how it plays out!

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could I request a fic where the reader is an up and coming actress and it's DK's first time acting (like he's still part of seventeen but he's been asked to act in this drama with you)? maybe some netizens say you look good together or something and turns out you like each other? I hope this isn't too detailed ;; thank you so much !!

While becoming an actress might not necessarily have been your number one dream, you had discovered a passion for acting in your early teens, and had been fortunate enough to take some classes as well. Starting from school plays, you slowly moved on to appearing in short films, and before long you were cast in an upcoming drama, a fairly lighthearted romance one, that rose into a popular topic before it even started. Everyone seemed to be curious about the plot and you, an actress mostly unknown to the general public, who had managed to snatch the main character’s role.

When you were told that it would be a romance drama and you would be the lead, you had felt both nervous and excited, and especially when the male lead was announced to be Seokmin, the very member of the insanely popular idol group Seventeen, both of those feelings had only intensified.

Firstly, he was incredibly handsome, and you had never heard a bad word about him. And secondly… what would his fans think?

You were still pondering on such things when the day of the first cast and crew meetup came and you finally met Seokmin face to face, only to meet a young man just as nervous as you were.

“Hi, I’m Dokyeom,” he said brightly, and when you looked confused, he laughed nervously. “Sorry, I mean Seokmin. Dokyeom’s just a stage name.”

Smiling at his little mishap, you nodded. “Nice to meet you, Seokmin, I’m Y/N. I look forward to working with you.”

“Likewise,” Seokmin said with a grin so charming that you felt like he was beaming, which more or less took your breath away for a second. You concluded you could just not read what people said online, and if there ever happened something unpleasant in real life, you’d deal with it later: Seokmin already felt like someone you’d feel comfortable acting with, and you didn’t want anything to cloud that experience.

Before the meeting, which would also include some rehearsing, could start, Seokmin joined you while you were going through the script for the nth time.

“Sorry, can I bother you for a sec?” he asked almost hesitantly, and you gave him a smile as you nodded and put the script down.

“Of course, although I’d hardly say you’re bothering me at all,” you said, to which Seokmin grinned brightly, taking a seat next to you.

“See, it’s my first time acting, and I know you’ve done some acting before, so…” he trailed off, aiming you what you assumed was puppy eyes (which were actually very spot on), “…I was wondering if you had some last minute tips.”

He looked so much like a puppy that you could hear the “aww” in your head when you, again, nodded. “Of course! So, first of all…”

Seokmin listened intently to everything you had to say, starting from the importance of the eyes, tone, indulging in your character and small tips you had learnt earlier regarding how to make scenes look as natural as possible. He nodded every now and then as a sign that he had understood what you were saying, but as soon as his lips started forming an “o” and his eyebrows started furrowing a little, you giggled and asked if he needed a clarification.

“Ah, that would be great,” Seokmin said, a little embarrassed, with his cheeks tinted pink, and continued listening to you.

Whether it was his natural talent or the conversation you had that day, the first rehearsal was a lot better than you, or anyone else for that matter, had thought. You and Seokmin clicked incredibly well, and most of the mistakes were you or the other actors forgetting parts of your lines.

By the end of the first rehearsal, where the main goal was to not only practice the first scenes of the drama but also get to know your co-actors, you had all already formed a bond of a kind, ready to do your best on the drama.

While you were packing your bag, you felt a hand land on your shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow Y/N, it’ll be a big day,” Seokmin said brightly on his way out of the set, and you looked after him with a small smile.

“It will,” you said quietly, thinking about all the hours of filming you had ahead of you with him. You could already tell it would be some of the best hours of your life.

The drama kicked off even better than had initially been thought, and proved out to be a success after a mere two episodes. Your friends and family messaged you continuously, telling you how great the drama and you were, and even when you went out to do your errands, you could hear some people discussing the drama, wondering what would happen next and throwing out theories.

Most of the time you’d get a mischievous smile on your face, because oh, you knew everything, and they were so far off with their guesses; what you had in store would be even better than their speculations.

It was when you went to film the fifth episode that Seokmin came to you while snickering, holding his phone. “Y/N, have you seen what they’re writing about us and the drama?”

Putting your scarf down, you shook your head, a little confused. “No, I stay away from those. But…” Seokmin looked happy, so you figured out you could make an exception. “…what are they saying?”

He sat down on the couch where you were placing your outerwear on, and showed you a couple of comments on his phone.

‘Y/N is so amazing, they’re so good! I love their character!’

‘Seokmin too, oh my God! I’d love a boyfriend like him any day 😍’

‘This drama is the best I’ve seen in a long while, and the cast only makes it better.’

You felt your lips curve into a wide smile at all the positive comments as well as the multitude of comments agreeing with them, and you turned to Seokmin with a proud, bright smile. “We’ve done quite a good job, haven’t we?”

Seokmin nodded and looked at you warmly. “We really have.”

Despite the positive comments and a surprising lack of hate from his fans, or anyone else, really, you continued staying away from reading them online. It would be for the better, after all, and besides, Seokmin always showed you the good ones to begin with.

You had just wrapped up filming for episode 10 and were waiting for your cars to pick you up, when Seokmin was going through some more netizen comments, and much unlike usual, froze.

Quirking your eyebrow, you nudged him with a small chuckle. “What are they saying, something weird?”

He pursed his lips and shook his head. “Not particularly weird, considering it is a romance drama, but…”

‘So has anyone else noticed that Y/N and Seokmin look really good together? My heart flutters whenever I see them..!’

‘OMG I agree! I love their chemistry, I wish I had something like that with my boyfriend…’

‘There’s something in the way they look at each other… it really separates the drama from the others, doesn’t it.’

‘I thought I was the only one who noticed the way they look at each other! Let me tell you, there’s gotta be more to it than just the script.’

It was annoying how you could feel your ears burning while reading the comments, and you remained silent, much like Seokmin. Neither of you said anything as he quietly put his phone into his pocket, tapping his fingers on his thigh in a rhythm.

“So… what do you think?” he asked quietly and turned to look at you. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him speak, and you turned to him with a surprised expression. “About what?”

Seokmin was flustered, adorably much so, and scratched his nose a little while chuckling a bit nervously. “Like… do you think we look good together?”

“Oh…” you muttered and began fiddling with the hem of your jacket. It wasn’t even a question, really - of course you looked good together - but you still found yourself thinking back to the promotional pictures and scenes you had seen, and your heart fluttered at the memories. “…Y-yes.”

A surge of pride coursed through Seokmin, and he nudged you in a friendly manner while grinning. “Oh, look at you, you look so flustered. Has your character gotten to you?”

He might’ve meant it as a joke, but as soon as he asked the question, you realized that the answer was yes.

Oh, what a cliche to fall for your opposing actor.

But in all honesty, it had been incredibly difficult not to. Seokmin was polite, friendly, always made sure to include you and everyone else in a conversation and kept the mood positive within the cast and crew, on top of which it was undeniable that he was incredibly handsome. He was attentive whenever you talked, showed genuine interest in you and everyone else, and his bright personality if anything had swept you off your feet. 

Due to the script you had already gotten to be in his arms more than once, and the mere memory of his lips being pressed to yours made butterflies fly in your stomach.

It had barely even felt like acting when you had, a few days back, filmed a scene where your character finally responded to his character and told him just how much they liked him and how much they wanted to be with him. You, too, wanted to be with him, get to know him better, see new sides of him and spend a lot more time in his strong arms.

You were relieved that your car came before you had had enough time to answer him, and got up hurriedly. “Oh, look at that, gotta go! I’ll see you tomorrow, Seokmin!”

He was about to say something, but you had already shut the door behind you, so he merely pouted as he watched the car leave. He could only hope he hadn’t just made things very awkward between the two of you.

Which, as he saw the next day, might’ve been exactly what he had done. 

Filming remained unscathed, luckily, but he felt a rather heavy sense of awkwardness off-camera. You weren’t as free with him as you had been before, and you were unable to keep eye contact with him for too long, which hadn’t been a problem earlier.

While you put on your outwear, Seokmin sighed at the doorway of your dressing room. “I’m sorry if I said something stupid yesterday.”

You felt your heart jump to your throat, but tried to seem unbothered. “You didn’t, so don’t worry.”

He pouted a little and came closer to you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. “But you seem so tense and… awkward with me now.”

Biting your lower lip a little, you slowly lifted your gaze from the zipper of your jacket to the mirror in front of you. The sight of him behind you made your heart flutter more than you wanted to admit, much like him placing his hands gently on your shoulders did.

You tried to suppress the feelings of anxiety and nervousness storming inside of you for a moment, trying to grin as you teasingly said, “Is your character getting to you?”

Seokmin’s cheeks gained a rosy tint, but his face remained serious.

And then he nodded.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” he said, at which your breath hitched a little. You were a nervous wreck on the inside, which Seokmin seemed not to notice as he squeezed your shoulders lightly. “Although I’d like to stress that I haven’t fallen for your character, but you.”

You nodded slowly, placing a hand on Seokmin’s one on your shoulder and moving it away. Turning around, you finally looked up into his eyes, which were looking warmly right back at you. “There’s not a way to say this that isn’t cheesy, but… the feeling is mutual.”

Seokmin smiled widely, so that his eyes disappeared and all you could wonder was how it was even possible for his mouth so spread so wide. “Really?”

Pouting a little, you hit his chest weakly. “Really really, you dummy.”

Finally you got to feel how it really felt like to be in his arms, because what Seokmin did next was wrap his arms around you and give you a tight embrace.

And for the record, it was at least ten times better than with cameras around you.


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A. (Compare your foot with the footprints.) +0 (Leads to Leiftan’s Illustration)
B. (Take measurements of the footprints.) +0

- Check inside the tree anchor +0 (Leads to Leiftan’s Illustration)

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NCT 127 React to their GF being insecure about her looks

Thanks for this request I will also so the bts version for you soon when I have less English coursework never do an IGCSE oh wait u have no choice sorry here is the post :) - Em x

Taeil: Taeil would see you looking sad and rush over to sit down next to you. “What’s up y/n? You look sad and I don’t want that.” He would say kindly. You pointed at the mirror. Taeil knew immediately that you were having a low self-esteem moment. You had had them sometimes and he was always there for you. He pulled you around to face him and held your hands in his. “Don’t ever worry that you aren’t pretty. You are the best looking, kindest, funniest girl I have ever met. If anyone ever suggests otherwise I will fight them including you watch out,” He would say with a wink. 

Originally posted by neotechs

Johnny: “If you ever feel like you aren’t happy just ring me because I can list over a hundred features of you that I like and that’s just your arm.” He would joke. “But seriously y/n don’t worry about your looks, you are like super beautiful and I don’t lie.” Johnny can fix anything with some quality jokes afterwards as well. He would talk to you until you forgot why you were insecure to start off with. 

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Taeyong: Taeyong would wrap his arms around you from behind you and rest his chin on your head or shoulder (depending on if ur tall or smol) and tell you how much he loved you until you felt better. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you are my sunshine.”

Originally posted by neotechs

Yuta: Yuta would loose his trademark smile. “Don’t be sad y/n. You are not always perfect but no one is. But you are perfect for me and that is all that will ever matter.” He would just sit close to you and watch movies or something. The most supportive silent supporter.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Doyoung: “Look at the facts my beautiful girlfriend, you are MY beautiful girlfriend. If you are dating me, someone so handsome then you must be pretty great and greatly pretty because I think you’re better looking than me and possibly even Taeyong and that says a lot.” He would make some jokes but reassure more seriously you if you were in a very low place.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Jaehyun: I think Jaehyun would get a bit mad before becoming a soft bean. “Y/n you need to stop doing this to yourself! You can’t worry about how you look if you’re already perfect.” After his mini rant, he would apologise and hug you tight. “I love you and I don’t want you to ever feel like you aren’t good enough in any way because you are.”

Originally posted by yutaejpg

Winwin: Winwin would be so genuinely upset that you felt unhappy about yourself. “How can I help you. Do I not tell you how pretty you are enough because you are so beautiful.” I don’t think he would understand it was a personal struggle, not anything he did. He would take you somewhere fun to show you how great you are and how much he valued you. 

Originally posted by winwen

Mark: Mark would be at a bit of a loss at what to say. I think he would make some awkward attempt to cheer you up but if that failed he would make you cookies or something because it might not fix everything but cookies make it easier to deal with. 

Originally posted by taeilsgirlfriend

Haechan: Haechan is only smol so he probably wouldn’t know what to do he would probably make a joke along the same line as the one Doyoung would make to try and make you smile at least. “Don’t say you aren’t good enough. You are one-half of the world’s cutest couple, that means your cute and loveable. Try and love you as much as I love you” *Insert cheeky Haechan grin here ;)*

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Lightwood-Bane family # 3

It was the middle of the night, everybody was at sleep. In one room Magnus and Alec were sleeping side by side. Magnus on his back and Alec by the side, showing his back towards Magnus but his front towards the door. In the room beside them was Raphael, who was sleeping profoundly, not sign of waking up at any moment.

However, on the room in front of that one, Max was moving frenetically and with a sudden movement, he was awake, scared and sweating.

-Papa? -He asked in a murmur, looking around and seeing dark- Daddy? - he asked again, this time a little louder. He looked around scared and decided to go to his brother room to check on him, afraid of the unknown.

Max walked towards Rafe’s room silently, reaching towards his brother’s bed. He tapped on his arm, murmuring his name and trying to wake him up. Unfortunately, his brother did not wake up, after all he had soccer practiced and he was too tired to wake up. Max decided to not disturb him, at least his brother was fine. Now he needed to check on his dad and papa, his heart still beating uncontrollably.

He walked slowly towards his parent’s room, slowly moving the handle of the door, not wanting to make any loud noise. The door opened and Max walk towards his parent, to Alec’s side, and with his small and blue hands he touches Alec’s leg and sway him slowly-Daddy? -he called.

Alec, as a true warrior, woke up immediately, looking down where his son was with a confused face and expecting the worse. He calmed down immediately, it was just Max in his start-onesie pyjamas, looking at him with scared eyes.

-Max, whas’ wrong? -Alec asked, rubbing his face. He had a late mission and he hasn’t sleep enough, but he wanted to be there for his son.

-I got a nightmare, I am scared-Max moved closer and Alec picked him, putting his son on his chest. Max was taller for a 5-year-old but he did not weight enough to be uncomfortable.

-Wanna talk about it? -Alec asked in a whisper, not wanting to wake up papa. Max lower his head and placed it on his dad’s chest, his arms not long enough to hug him completely.

- I think Papa woud’ be da only one who can helpe-Alec furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and moved his head to the side, looking at Magnus while softly touching Max’s hair- I see…

-Love…-Alec whispered to Magnus, using his other hand to caress Magnus’ cheek. Magnus murmured incoherent words, not waking up-Magnus…-Alec called again and Magnus contracted his eyelid and open his eyes with confusion, he was showing his cat eyes, no glamor.

Alec smiled at the sight but whispered again-I think Max had one of those nightmares again-He murmured, looking at his husband with worry eyes. Magnus closed his eyes and sight, Max has been having this nightmare and no magic can stop them, it is part of being a warlock.

-Papa, I am scared-Max said, raising his head from Alec’s chest, hand in fist, Alec still stroking his blue curls.

Magnus shifted opposite to Alec, leaving small space between them. Alec shift to his side too, placing max to the space between them, stretching his arm to get the blanket and cover all of them to keep them warm.

-What was it this time? -Magnus asked softly, trying to stay awake, stretching his arm to Alec’s thigh, caressing it slowly.

-I used my magic and everyone was gone-Max explained, shivering at the memory. Alec shifted closer to him, kissing his head with love- I checked on Rafe and he is fine-he continued. Magnus placed a hand on Max check stroking it.

-Of course, he is fine baby. There is no way something like that would happen. You are good warlock blueberry, you are strong and you have improved a lot with your magic. I think that you are capable enough to control your powers. After all Papa and Daddy will be here to protect you-Magnus looked at Alec, who was smiling, looking at him with love.

-Always? -Max asked with eagerness and hope, feeling better in the warm between two people who love him so much.

-Always-Magnus said back, looking at his son intensely-Now, let’s go to sleep sweetheart, I will make sure to make those dreams disappear-He moved his hand to Max head and touch his forehead, sending sparks of magic.

-Can I stay? -Max asked and Alec moved closer, placing his head on his son head sniffing softly.

-You don’t have to ask kiddo-Alec closed his eyes, ready to sleep. Max did the same, feeling better. Magnus looked at both of them and realized how lucky he was.

For You Alone

@theybecameanimagi inspired me to write this snippet xP



Arian hadn’t seen Cullen since he had revealed the horrors of his past to her, along with the fact that he was struggling with his lingering addiction to lyrium. And although she had respected his wishes for some time alone while he coped with everything, she couldn’t help but worry about his well-being in the meantime.

He had been so… scared that day, so frail and disturbed. It was completely unlike the Cullen she had experienced up until that point - the Cullen who tried to mask everything with his commandeering facade. She wasn’t blind to the amount of torment the man was struggling with, and although seeing him so distraught should have perturbed her, she found her heart aching for him even moreso than it had previously. 

She loved him. There wasn’t even a loud choir sounding out to deem her observations real; Arian had known she’d loved him for quite some time now, perhaps since the very first time they spoke.

His only concern, his only conclusion that day in his office had been that resuming lyrium use was the solution to commanding their army properly, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. The blasted substance was the only thing holding him back from a proper life - and she wouldn’t risk losing him to it, no matter the cost. All she wanted from him was to get better - to the Void with how the remainder of the Inquisition felt about the matter. From what Cassandra alone had told her, Cullen spent every waking moment trying to do what he felt was right for the sake of others, it was time that others set their time aside to ensure their general didn’t lose his mind.

As the Inquisitor walked along the battlements a couple days later, she was surprised to find the man of her thoughts standing near the spot where they had first kissed, gazing out beyond the Frostbacks with a blessedly serene look to his features. She felt her cheeks quirk when he slowly breathed in the chilly air, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto his own.

“I wanted to thank you,” she suddenly heard him say, and realized he must’ve heard her approaching. She felt her heart pound erratically when he turned to face her, mumbling a series of starters before eventually settling on “This sounded much better in my head,” as he went to scratch the back of his neck.

There he is.

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Oh Hey

Clarke never locks her door, so she shouldn’t be surprised when Bellamy just walks into her apartment to find her without pants on, wearing the most embarrassing pair of underwear she can imagine.

Clarke is standing at her stove, stirring pasta, when Bellamy walks into her apartment. “Oh hey,” he calls out, but his voice is off a little.

Clarke looks over her shoulder as he makes his way through the living room and straight into the kitchen. “Hey,” she says, concerned at the tone of his greeting.

“Hey.” He says it with a smirk and Clarke wrinkles her nose at him in confusion.

“You already said that,” she reminds him, pointing her wooden spoon at him. His smirk grows into a full blown smile and she becomes even more confused.

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