well almost everything about her is like that

THEORY BC I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS

Ok so with these last episodes, to be specific, ‘The Trial’, most of us if not all have come to the conclusion or at least suspicion that Yellow Diamond shattered Pink Diamond and her behavior was obviously giving it away:

BUT

There’s something that still doesn’t really fit here…

“I was there. I saw it with my own eye. I watched the leader of the Crystal Gems – Rose Quartz – shatter Pink Diamond!”

Now, it’s not that wise to trust a gem’s perception and vision, when she only has one eye and a ‘gem eye’.

And hear me out here, because this is a bit nuts, what if she can see well but her eye-gem-vision allows her to see everything with a red filter?

And… what two colors look pink like Rose Quartz when mixed?

Red and White

We know gems can shapeshift into almost anything so how about a Diamond shapeshifting into a smaller gem?

What about the common knowledge that only a Diamond can shatter another  Diamond?

So what if not Yellow Diamond but White Diamond?

But that brings a lot more questions…

Why would YD try to cover WD? And why did WD even shatter PD to begin with?

But until more proof, like a Zircon, I rest my case.


Bonus:

I’m still not sure what this mural means but I see Rose holding a diamond and another gem in front of her with her arm lifted. In the past I saw people saying this was YD but looking at her desing and WD mural, I can almost confirm that’s indeed WD.

Honestly that’s all I have until here.

I really NEED to see White Diamond and find out more about her.

Yuri on Ice visual storytelling meta

While watching Yuri on Ice I couldn’t quite understand the vague sense of frustration I felt with some scenes where one thing was being told and a different thing was being shown. You know, like when Yuuri is all like “those are lucky charms blah blah” and the entire setting, montage, frames, sound etc. just scream “PROPOSAL”. The same goes for the airport scene, the kiss in ep 7 and some minor scenes too. It’s almost like the visuals tell a slightly different story than words and actions of the characters.

It seems like the writing is more focused on an inner journey, a path to self discovery etc., while the settings, montage, light, sound effects tell a romantic story - it all just bluntly screams “a love story”. The usage of romance iconography (like running to meet the lover) is clearly intentional and never a parody. They look like a couple. And yet we all feel that need for more confirmation.

I couldn’t quite put it into words until now, but there is indeed a curious gap between storytelling and directing here.

Disclaimer: I worked in a big-scale animation production, it kinda changes the way you look at things. And you start seeing that such a production is a result of many people having different ideas and different attitudes towards the same material. And even when they work together, they might end up telling different stories.

And that’s what I think is the case with YOI.

I think this gap between the raw story and its visual storytelling actually subtly reflects the attitudes of Mitsuoru Kubo (writer) and Sayo Yamamoto (director).

Kubo is very focused on characters’ inner journey and leaves almost everything to viewer’s interpretation, driving us all nuts with her vague answers. While Yamamoto apparently ships Victuuri shamelessly and comes up with scenes like the airport reunion (bless that woman).

Kubo tells a brilliant story about struggling to accept yourself, about getting over your failures, about struggling with (incredibly well-portrayed) anxiety and finding strength to go on. Yamamoto on the other hand literally does all that is humanly possible within directing boundaries to tell a pure and sweet love story, on top of all that is already there.  

I’m not saying that Kubo didn’t write Victor’s and Yuuri’s relationship as romantic.

What I’m saying that the one who tells the love story is not Kubo. It’s the director and the animation team. They tell us the love story. And if you can’t find what you are looking for in Kubo’s words, please pay attention to the pictures.

After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. ;)

Game’s on!

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.

*requested

*smut, so read carefully

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Pink Floyd

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

A/N: I’M BACK… and so soon as well. Enjoy, beautiful (yes, I’m talking to you).

Request:  Hi honey ! <3 I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where Jughead always sees a little girl in Pop’s, she eats ice cream or drink milkshakes after school, and she is really talkatvive, annoys him a lot, but she reminds him so much of Jellybean so he never was mean to her, only in playful way, and when he find out, that she has a cute older sister at his age (reader) he likes her even more ? ^^

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So let’s talk about Bi Steve Rogers.
  • He’s always been casually bi
  • Always been pretty obvious about it by media standards but The Straights™ never noticed
  • The lgbt+ community all took notice but didn’t wanna say anything in case the first avenger was actually really homophobic and would get mad
  • Then one of those shitty homophobic news stations starts talking about the rumours and how they are ridiculous because Steve is an American hero and knows traditional values and all that jazz
  • When he hears about this he decides he wants to come out
  • He researches ways to come out but all the tips he finds are for small scale situations
  • While searching he comes across dates for nyc pride
  • He calls Natasha to tell her
  • She totally supports him but warns him of media backlash and being careful and all that stuff
  • And so, a few weeks later Steve is getting ready to go to his first pride parade
  • He painted over his eyes with the bi pride colors and wore a t-shirt of his shield with a bi color pallette that he found online
  • When he gets there he immediately starts smiling??? Like, he can’t stop grinning??     
  • At first no one notices it’s him because face paint and huge crowds
  • But then he finds a group of people waving bi flags around on a float and walks over
  • He starts talking to one of the girls walking next to it and about 30 seconds into their conversation she realises she’s talking to Captain America and has a mini heart attack
  • She wanted to make sure so she quietly asks his name and he happily tells her his full name
  • She almost screams but instead thanks him for everything he’s done and asks him why he’s here
  • “Well, I’m bisexual and I saw some guy on the tv talking about how there’s no way I like boys because I know ‘traditional values’ or something like that, so I decided to come to pride. Just to prove them wrong.”
  • She asks if he wants to talk to the group leader about making an announcement and he very excitedly says yes
  • She brings a man with his hair dyed blue, pink, and purple and a flag tied around his shoulders over and he gasps before going to shake Steve’s hand
  • The man brings Steve up onto the float and hands him a megaphone
  • They check around for cameras near them and once they were sure that someone would get it on camera Steve started talking
  • He basically just said he was bi as hell and loved girls AND boys, along with a little undertone of “fuck the media and it’s heteronormativity” mixed in
  • The news goes crazy within half an hour
  • When Steve gets back home he immediately contacts the news outlet that caused this whole debacle and asked if they would have him on the show
  • Obviously they said yes because who says no to a war hero
  • They try to keep the interview on the topic of his achievements but he keeps bringing up people he hooked up with during that time period
  • The first one he talked about was a girl so they were relieved
  • Most people thought the video from pride was a hoax and it was just someone claiming to be Steve and hum talking about a girl made the interviewer feel like it really was a hoax
  • But then he starts talking about the time him and Howard Stark made out in the back room of his lab and laughing about it
  • That’s when the interviewer decided to just ask him outright whether he really was in that video
  • “Yeah, that was me. Of course it was.”
  • The interviewer is baffled and mildly offended
  • “Why would you do something like that?” He asked in a way that made it seem like some huge scandal
  • “I saw someone on the news, this channel to be exact, try to disprove rumors about me being gay. Which I’m not, by the way, so at least you were half right. I’m bisexual. That means I’m attracted to both men and women.”
  • “That’s not possible.”
  • “Sure it is! It’s stars and stripes, not one or the other isn’t it?”
  • The internet has a fit
  • The lgbt+ community has never felt more alive honestly
  • Steve goes to every pride he can and talks to younger kids
  • He went on Ellen and talked about his experiences as a bisexual man in the 40’s
  • Mostly he just said he spent most of his younger years either fighting someone or crushing on someone
  • On the twitter account Tony helped him make he constantly tries his best to help out anyone who is feeling unsafe or unsure about their identity
  • Donates to lgbt+ charities
  • Probably starts a group that helps lgbt+ kids who have no place to stay by building group homes that have materials/resources specifically for them
  • So many bi jokes
  • Like any bi pun you could possibly think of he has made
  • Really helped a lot of people feel better and learn to accept themselves/others because of his openness and sheer willpower
  • Just, bi Steve Rogers being a pure force in the universe

anonymous asked:

Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grass
Or if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

 RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

  • Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that
  • You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90
  • ‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands
  • want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)
  • its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘
  • You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you
  • Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile
  • His hands never moved so fast
  • ‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’
  • ‘fuck off’
  • Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had
  • But what he did have was his games
  • He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately
  • “Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”
  • It was over in minutes
  • Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base
  • Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after
  • hey man what the fuck
  • dude give me my shit back
  • fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please
  • dude please
  • Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”
  • In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile
  • It had been deleted
  • Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face
  • Until
  • “My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek
  • He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

  • It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee
  • Ding.
  • Huh? New message.
  • Ding ding ding
  • You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app 
  • When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower
  • Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely
  • r u lonely to?
  • how about u be my valentine and we can go out??
  • You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”
  • come on babe
  • dont b like that
  • we can have fun
  • Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side
  • “Mc is everything alright?
  • “Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly
  • “Well your first problem is you apologized.” 
  • “Huh?”
  • Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”
  • “o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed
  • “Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower
  • She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it
  • Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you
  • ever

Zen

  • He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job
  • But when you get creepy mail from his followers
  • NO NO NO NO NO
  • You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address
  • One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them
  • “My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you
  • It was much creepier
  • It was a bunch of letters from some guy 
  • ‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’
  • The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.
  • You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender
  • “Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”
  • “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”
  • “YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”
  • 20 mins later
  • He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough
  • “Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge
  • After a few minutes of silence
  • ..”I have an idea.”
  • Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
  • Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe. 
  • He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course. 

Jumin

  • Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work
  • You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do
  • And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel
  • you look really nice in your profile picture
  • is that designer? man you got money to
  • you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?
  • You were appalled. 
  • “Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock. 
  • The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag
  • But nope
  • Same douchebag. Different site. 
  • why’d you block me? playing hard to get?
  • “How’d you find my profile?”
  • it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*
  • You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.
  • Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.
  • He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered. 
  • “Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.” 
  • “Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”
  • What
  • What do you mean
  • What guy
  • How
  • You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.
  • “Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”
  • You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

  • You don’t even waste time
  • The second you get the first creepy message
  • hey hot stuff
  • You hand your phone to Seven
  • He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face
  • Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.
  • Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back
  • Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file 
  • It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.
  • “What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back
  • With a big smirk on his face:
  • “Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages  on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”
  • You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”
  • “You already did” He laughs
  • “Huh?”
  • “You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.
  • You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough
  • And you did
  • The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics
  • And all your app icons were selfies
  • And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker
  • “SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V

  • V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around
  • Ding
  • V looked to see your phone light up on the table 
  • “MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs
  • “Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back 
  • “Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture  “What in the world”
  • my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)
  • V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this 
  • ‘I dont’ He typed back.
  • awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out
  • No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board
  • playing hard to get? i like
  • V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”
  • there was no reply for a moment
  • my friend said this was a girl
  • I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away
  • There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection
  • With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation
  • He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep. 

Saeran

  • You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app
  • Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue
  • When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages
  • hey babe
  • hey
  • wanna be my valentine
  • i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either
  • we can keep each other company ;)
  • You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand
  • Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half
  • wow ur not very polite
  • “I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl
  • come on baby dont be like that
  • You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad
  • Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.” 
  • “Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”
  • Ding
  • Both your eyes shot back to the screen
  • so you’ll come see me ;)
  • Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting
  • Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head
  • He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.
  • After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.
  • “You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.
  • He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”
  • You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”
  • “Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”
  • You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.
  • ..
  • That night you were awoken to 
  • Dingdingdingdingding
  • You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app
  • Iuwefjkgl
  • ahfuoieqhwf
  • please helpfehofejijeqiue
  • …..
  • I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.
  • You knew immediately. 
  • Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text
  • All you got back was “:)” 
Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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Confession rehearsal

A/n: in which Marinette lies to Adrien, daily


The sounds of the city have become a muted thing, all she can hear is the rushing of her heartbeat, a crazy lub dub that fills her sight with stars.

Or maybe that’s just because she’s forgetting to breathe again.

Even the buffeting wind that encircles them is oddly quiet, a blessedly cold caress against her flushed cheeks.

But he’s here. His eyes are wide and curious and the prettiest shade of green. Almost exactly the color of sunlight drifting through leaves.

And she’ll lose her focus if she thinks anymore, because in stark contrast to his eyes, his smile is comforting. It’s a soft, little thing of warmth and encouragement.

Her reality cements itself again when Chat Noir gives her the most earnest thumbs up, the material of his suit is so blatantly loud as he shifts awkwardly.

She gathers up all the courage settled into her dots, the thing that’s decidedly a part of Ladybug and not Marinette.

Her cheeks burn and the words fall out with a vague rush of relief. She shuts her eyes, lets her dry lips stretch and contort to shape what she needs to say.

“Sorry, I know it’s really sudden and all…but I…I really, really like you. For a long time…a-actually…oh god.”

Her eyes are still screwed shut, and this time the stars she sees are from that rather than lack of air. She wonders if she can make a wish on these ones, considering Paris is too bright to ever see real ones.

His soft laughter causes that same familiar pain to lance through her, she wrings her hands in agitation and irritation mixed with all her affection tinges her words.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She chides, closing the distance between them, and with a strangely Herculean effort, punches him casually on the shoulder.

He chuckles a bit more, rubbing at his arm.

“I’m not…not at you…not exactly, Ladybug. It’s just you always close your eyes. It looks really painful. But at least you didn’t call him ‘beautiful boy’ this time around.”

He seems to notice her underlying discomfort and thinks she’s genuinely still worried about this night’s rehearsal. He takes it in the way she wants him to.

(And in the way she really doesn’t.)

And like always, he makes her confidence a priority. His encouragement is the farthest thing from false.

(Even if it hurts…oh so much…that she’s practicing these confessions for some other person.)

He places his hands on her small shoulders, his smile is that a little more mellow, a whole lot more sweet as he looks down at her.

He thinks that she should really keep her eyes open during her confession. Because they’re such a starkly bluebell blue, that he thinks, no matter who she confesses to with those shining bright eyes, they’ll say yes.

He would in a heartbeat. Or less.

But her feelings aren’t for him. There for some mystery person. Someone who makes her stutter and devolve back into the adorable politeness that was his classmate…

“Marinette…you should really have more faith in yourself. Honestly, you’re ready. You’ve been ready to make that confession for a while now. I don’t think we need to practice every day now.”

She vehemently shakes her head, and her eyes are narrowed in dogged refusal to listen to him.

“I need more time. Maybe on…Christmas of next year.”

“You really…really need to see that you’re already there, Marinette…and that’s like,” He takes a moment to tally up the time, before humming in frustration. “That’s twenty months away. You can’t keep putting this off.”

But there’s this sick twisted part of him that wants her to feel just a little unsure. That wants her to keep fake confessing to him…just so he can pretend for a few more nights that the girl he loves, loves him too.

Still, her uncertainty runs deep. It seems to be a part of her own bones, lacing through her just as surely as her kindness does.

He can’t promise that the object of her affections will return her feelings…but he can promise her that she’ll be fine if they don’t. After all, he’s currently an expert on an unrequited love. Except she’s got a lot more gumption that he does and she’s been practicing.

She’s still shaking her head, although a bit dizzy by now and he sees the edge of mischief curling her lips.

He moves his hands to cradle her cheeks, thumbs laid just over the edge of her mask. It takes effort not to move his fingers, not to trace the planes of her precious face.

But he does it, and she’s still trying to shake her head in jest, straining gently against his careful hold.

“You’re the worst bobble head ever.” He snorts, and tries to catch her gaze with earnest joy. “But no matter what you want to do, you’ll be great. You can mess up. It’s totally fine. Whatever happens, it wasn’t you. That person just wasn’t…the right one at that time.”

She stops shaking her head long enough to catch the seriousness of his tone, and he has to look away before those pretty blues drown him in curiosity.

Because under no circumstances will he allow their friendship to be ruined because he couldn’t control his emotions.

His hands fall away quickly from her, fiddling with the trailing end of his tail as he finishes his point.

“You’ve…you got this, Marinette.” He says gently, and even beyond her Ladybug suit, he sees the way his encouragement helps. The way she stands a little bit taller. The way the energy of her hope seems to make even her ribbons perk up a bit.

“Thanks…Adrien. It really…it really means a lot. I’m so happy.” She answers back…and somehow she doesn’t sound entirely truthful.

She doesn’t sound happy, but Chat decides to attribute that to lingering uncertainty.

(And for once, she wishes her cat was more observant.)

But the night devolves into a gentle, easy conversation. Ending with him scribbling down the answers to the physics homework for her with a half hearted complaint.

“These only cover your butt for the homework. You’re actually going to have to learn the concepts for the test.”

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“So what if I take the path of least resistance?” She remarks, picking her away from around the chimney stack and beginning to swing her yoyo to begin her journey home.

“Did you just make a joke about circuits? Ohm my god….” He deadpans, his grin turning into one that is absolutely shit-eating.

She laughs sweetly, and waves at him over her shoulder…eager to leave before he catches the harsh beating of her heart.

(And he watches her arc through the sky, a streak of red luck breaking through the winter haze with his heart in his throat. His fingers still tremble, regretting everything.)

She knows she’s being entirely selfish.

She knows she’s being entirely stupid.

But there was a culmination of circumstances that had lead to her current conundrum

And that word happened to start with a C too. Chat Noir..who was Adrien Agreste…who as Chat Noir..

The reveal is inconsequential. How it happened is anticlimactic at best and underwhelming at worst.

She had pieced it together before him. It had been an amalgamation of overly specific puns and a shared reference that only the two of them could have known.

He’d found her out after they’d both gone into the same broom closet to transform…the strangest of liminal spaces encasing two confused heroes and two giggling kwamis.

Another story for another time.

For now, what matters is that the reveals had lead to a better friendship. A relationship the spans both sides of their coins. A person with whom they could share everything.

Well, almost everything. She can’t very well tell Adrien that she’s loved him since day two. She can’t tell him that now her first love and her almost love have coalesced into one wonderfully flawed and dorky boy.

So she lies. Sort of.

She tells him that she likes someone in school.

He asks if he knows them.

She shrugs and says she thinks so.

He asks about their hobbies and what they look like.

She resorts to nauseating poetry to throw him off.

Eyes the color of la Seine in winter. Hair that is woven from ambrosia. A smile made of sunbeams.

He laughs it all off, in a way that’s too easy…to casual for her to even fathom that he feels anything other than amusement.

She’s noticed…a miniscule change…but after the reveal, he’s less flirtatious as Chat. A lot more laid back and maybe just the tiniest bit more sarcastic.

A mark of friendship…something blessed and cursed at the same time.

So when she confesses, she’s not lying. She tells him everyday in various iterations how much she loves him…and he still has no idea she’s confessing to him.

It’s painful, but it’s a hurt of her own making.

Except for now…today is the day. She won’t lie anymore, because unfortunately she’s noticed the growing numbers of Valentine’s he’d received last month.

Because she’s noticed how much more at ease he is with girls that fawn over him and how much more familiar he is with everyone in class.

Because one day they’ll graduate and one day Hawkmoth will be defeated and her pride is stubborn enough not to let her confession happen because a man with a butterfly obsession threatens to throw her life into chaos.

It’s the same scene. The same cloudy haze and the same bright city.

The same stars she sees in her sight because she’s not breathing right, but she’s got no more time.

She’s silent for a bit, and it’s enough to prompt the usual encouragement.

“Hey…I’m really cheering for you.” Tumbles from his mouth when she feels it break.

Despite her months of practice, she still screws her eyes shut and practically shoves out her confession.

“Sorry I know I lie all the time, but I’ve lo..liked you for a long time…and I don’t want to hide anymore. I know I’ve messed up everything…I know you might not like me back, but I really…I really needed to tell that to you, Adrien.”

It’s only now that the volume has returned. The loud rushing sounds of traffic float up from below, the wailing of a boat horn in the distance…the brief, choked laughing that comes from him.

Beyond her vulnerability, anger and hurt make her eyes fly open. Make her fingers curl into fists and make her open her mouth to tell him to please realize that she’s being serious, but…

He stands there with a giant smile, a boy made a little bit of laughter and a little bit of tears, as he says-

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Come to Brazil. Seriously

If things continue on this path of self-destruction, I’m going back to Colombia, as I’m already starting to sort things out to make this as smooth a possible.

I really wanted to finish my college career, and you guys have no idea how much it fucking breaks me to leave it behind, but at this rate there will be no college left, where I’m not even sure if I can pick up my grades to take with me and try my luck in a Colombian college.

I always knew this was a possibility, but a part of me never wanted it to be a reality, I don’t know man, I will finally be in a place that’s not collapsing, but without a degree I may as well remain stuck… It’s bearable of course, and there’s always more ways to rebuild my life, but man, who the fuck is ready to do that?

I fucking hate socialism, I fucking hate communism, time and fucking time again it has turned my life upside down, from the guerrillas to the car bombs and now this, and the saddest thing is, people STILL THINK IT WORKS, PEOPLE STILL BELIEVE IT CAN MAKE THINGS BETTER, WELL IT FUCKING DOESN’T, IT JUST CRUSHES YOUR DREAMS.

You know? In my college we have this history teacher, the most passionate woman I’ve ever met on the subject, whom knows so much about Maracaibo she’s like a walking library, and she’s not even Venezuelan, but a Cuban refugee from the 50′s whom told us how the Castros took everything away from her when she was just a kid, almost a toddler, starting with her home of which she was kicked out of, being allowed to only take one additional dress, besides the one she wore, and not a single one of her dolls, and after escaping THAT, after settling HERE and rebuilding her life, now, in her twilight years, she has to go through it all over again, but now without the strength and innocence of her dawn years that allowed her to me on.

And all because some fucking cunts decided to ignore history, to try again in a fundamentally flawed system, a system that many claim it just hasn’t been done right, and let me ask you, how many of these stories, how many people have to die before we as a whole, as humans, realize it just doesn’t fucking work, that it just destroy us in ways not seen before? Tell me, because I’m tired of being ignored.

I’m just tired of it all.

Nothing But Trouble

Part 1; Part 2


Oh Sehun x Spy!Reader

Summary: You have been working as a spy your whole life but you never expected to be the one spied on.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,669

Originally posted by suhocean

Your head was throbbing like crazy. You shifted a bit in your seat. Remembering what happened, you were about to open your eyes and see where he took you, when you heard voices. You froze and decided to keep your eyes closed, pretending that you’re still unconscious, hoping that whoever was in the room with you, wasn’t paying attention to you at that moment. It seemed there were three people inside, all preoccupied with arguing to notice you being awake.

“Sehun, you dumbass, I swear to God, I will kill you myself one day.”

“Now now Minseokie, how many times did we have this conversation in the past day? No need to get so worked up,” Sehun replied.

Wait. Day? How long were you out? You don’t have that much time as it is. As soon as they’re out of this room, you must come up with an escape plan.

“I don’t think you fully understand what you got yourself into,” Minseok hissed and it seemed like he got Sehun by the collar.

“Minseok calm down,” another man stepped in between the two.

“What do you mean calm down? It’s your fault! You knew she was watching him all this time, yet you never made a move. Aren’t you supposed to be the leader?” Minseok said spitefully.

“That’s enough,” the man said firmly.

“Minseokie, do you really want to make our leader mad? You know what he’s capable of when he’s angry…”

There was a tense silence between all of them and you had to control yourself, not to check out what that so-called leader looked like.

“Sehun, I’m not siding with you either. You acted without permission and most of all, didn’t even plan on informing us. ‘Anexis’ is not the organization you want to mess with-“

At the mention of the name, your interested peaked up even more but the sound of someone slamming the door open interrupted him.

“Where is she?”

Yixing? No. No way. What would he even be doing here? Your probably still not fully functional after the hit and your brain is just messing with you.

“Oh, is big brother worried!?” you weren’t even the one talking to Sehun right now but he already started annoying you. “It’s okay, I won’t let anyone touch her.”

“I don’t want you touching her either,” the man snapped.

“So scary!” Sehun scoffed. “I got her here in one piece, didn’t I? I think it’s about time we got some information from her. She knows more than you anyway…”

It seemed like another fight was about to break out but their leader got everything under control again.

“If you find out something new, I will let this mistake of yours slide but other than that I’m not, or rather neither of us, are helping you clean up this mess.”

“I agree with your terms,” Sehun said. “But I have one condition as well.”

“Which is?”

“I get to do it alone.”

“No way!” the other two shouted almost in union.

“You let her go the first time. There’s no knowing what you will do now,” Minseok said.

“I’m taking her with me,” Yixing sound alike said. You heard footsteps approaching and you kind of wanted them to actually belong to him.

“Fine. I trust you with this one. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Junmyeon are you actually considering it?” Minseok asked.

Ah finally! The name. You repeated it a few times in your head to memorise it.

“I just said it, didn’t I?” Junmyeon said.

“You can’t be serious?!” the others protested but seemingly, he collected all of them and left the room. You heard Sehun sigh and the chair let out a soft creak, when he sat down.

“You can stop pretending. I know you’re awake. That’s why I wanted them out of here,” he said. You opened your eyes and focused your gaze on him. He was reading some sort of book. “And here I thought Jongin hit you too hard and you will never wake up. It’s been almost two days,” he chuckled.

Almost two days?! Time was running out far too quickly for you.

“Yeah but he wasn’t the one who knocked me out, now was he?” you retorted.

He smirked and came around to the front of the only table in the room. Now that you could look around there weren’t any windows here either. To sum up. One table. One door. Two light sources. Two chairs. You have been tied down to one of them. However, your legs where free for some reason.

Veltui aš laukiu: niekas man nepasakys,

Atėjęs iš erdvių giliųjų,

Kodėl kas nors yra? Kodėl aš pats esu

Didžiausia paslaptis visatos slėpinių?

He began reading from the book he was still holding.

“Simply marvellous,” he said when he finished. He took his glasses off and put them on the table. Such a shame, he looked real handsome in them. “Do you understand what I mean?”

Of course you did but you opted to stay silent.

“Oho and here I thought you will know. Guess all the spies at ‘Anexis’ are not as good as the rumours say.”

“I don’t need a language used by only 3 million people,” you snapped back..

“So you do know!” he said, standing up straight and putting the book away as well. “Let me translate it for you, just so we’re both on the same page after all. The last line especially. ‘The biggest secret of the universe mysteries.’ That’s what you are to me.”

He pointed at you and then took a cigarette case out of his inner pocket, lighting one of them. You just furrowed your eyebrows.

“I know. Bad habit. But you’re not in a position to complain,” he blew out a cloud of smoke. “Anyhow, where was I?” he asked himself, crouching in front of you.  “Oh right! Secrets. It seems no matter how much I find out about you, even with the help of your phone and our sources, there is still so much more to learn.”

You tried to kick him but he caught your leg with his hand. He threw his cigarette on the ground and put it out with your shoe, securing your feet in place.

“I didn’t tie up your legs so you would use them this way, dear,” he teased and you just shuffled in your seat. “So tell me dear, how much do you really know about your organization?”

He let go of your legs and came behind you. He started to slowly unzip your suit, exposing your bare shoulders and back to him.

“I noticed this one before but I just had to confirm my suspicion,” he said, tracing the scar along your spine. “So what the others spoke about is true,” he said, stopping midway. “Do you remember how you got this?”

This question caught you off guard. You never thought about it before. It was always there. Some days you even forgot it existed. He pulled your head up enough to make eye contact.

“Do you remember anything from your childhood? Your parents?”

You didn’t want to hear it from him. His warm hands on your cheeks reminded you of something but you didn’t want to feel it. You moved your head forward, breaking the eye contact.

“Who needs petty things like that? I was trained to do one thing and one thing only. Work for them. No questions asked.”

“And you don’t see any problem with that?” he questioned, standing you up. To your surprise, you weren’t actually tied down to the chair at all. It was just your arms that were tied up.

“What are you doing?”

“If it’s up to me, you’re free to go,” he said.

“What?!”

“It seems you don’t have anything new to tell us about yourself, as of now but maybe my questions will give you some inspiration. Also, I wanted some private time with you but they’re probably listening anyway,” you had no idea what he’s talking about but you decided to take this chance even if it was a trap. You jumped a few steps away from him and slowly approached the only door in the room. You somehow grabbed the door handle with the hands still behind your back and opened it. You faced forward and was greeted by 10 pairs of eyes. Sehun started laughing and you quickly shut the door, locking and bracing yourself against them.

“Sehun, what the heck do you think you’re doing?” Minseok began banging against the door, trying to open them.

“I said if it was up to me but I’m not the only one making decisions here,” he explained, still laughing. “Man did you see their faces.”

“Not funny,” you said, through clenched teeth. You had no idea what you were expecting.

“One more thing. I said there is nothing new to know about you but you can still share a lot about your organization, missions, plans, etc,” he put his hands against each side of your head, cornering you. You dully noted that the one you injured before was cleanly bandaged now. Can’t say the same about your shoulder. “So what’s it going to be? I think you would prefer my company a lot more than the others.”

He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. You noticed a triumphant smile playing on his lips. You could still hear voices coming from the other side of the door.

“Do you need any help with your suit? Perhaps take it off completely,” he chuckled, getting one of his hands behind you. You felt it travel from your thigh, to your ass and up your back where the zipper was.

“No, thank you,” you said pushing him off with such force, he fell on the ground. When you opened the door before, you saw a faint light coming from somewhere. Perhaps there was another room or a door you can escape from. You had no choice but to try. You quickly got the door open again and pushing the men, who were still unsure what just happened, aside made your way outside. You ran down the long corridor and noticed the open window. Just what you needed. You peaked through it and realized that luck was still on your side. It seemed you were in some sort of harbour and there was the sea, right outside this window. You would have stayed and admired the view for a bit longer but they had already caught up with you. Somehow balancing yourself on the windowsill you jumped in.

“Is she crazy? This is the 5th floor!” somebody shouted as you flew through the air. Only when you immersed yourself in the freezing cold water did you realize that your hands were still tied.

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Sehun’s POV

“Move aside. Coming through,” I said, trying to get to the window as quickly as possible. “If she’s crazy, I guess I’m too,” I interrupted Jongdae when I finally reached it. I took my shoes off and when I was about to take off my jacket, somebody grabbed my hand.

“Care to explain what happened there?” it was Kyungsoo this time and he was furious.

“There’s no time but it’s not my fault! I actually didn’t think she would do this.”

“Are you seriously jumping?” Junmyeon came up to me.

“You told me to clean up my own mess, didn’t you?” I smirked and leapt into the water.

“Sehun, I always knew you’re an idiot!” Minseok shouted after me. I emerged from the water and only sparing a glance at the others, headed in her direction.

“You guys are nothing but trouble to me,” Junmyeon sighed, as he watched me getting further away. “Somebody go to the beach and get them back.”

The sun was already setting and I could barely see her dark dressed figure in the distance. She wasn’t moving.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I repeated in my head. I should have untied her completely. Ignoring the coldness of the water and hoping my body won’t fail me now, I increased my speed. I grabbed her by the armpits and swam back to the shore with her. I dragged her on the sand away from the water. I took a few deep breaths to relax a bit and then bent down next to her. No good. Not breathing, no pulse. Shit.  I quickly slid down her suit to her waist so it wouldn’t obstruct her breathing. I would have loved to check out her beautiful body for a bit longer but time was of essence. I can do this. Just like I was thought. I tilted her head and opened the airway. I aligned my hands into positions and began giving her chest compressions. 15 pushes. I couldn’t help but smirk hovering above her lips. Oh, she would hate even the thought of this but it was my pleasure to kind of kiss her again. 2 breaths. Come on. Come on. I repeated this few more times and she finally came back to.

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You gasped for air and pushing off whoever was near you, rolled to the side. You coughed and spit out water, all the while thinking how it turned out this way because you’re a better swimmer than this. Someone untied your hands and finally free from the bindings, you rubbed your wrists and looked at the person who saved you. Of course it was him.

“Why?” you simply asked, glaring daggers at him. He had every reason to let you drown. What was his true motive?

“I couldn’t let our little get together end in a disaster, could I?”

You just rolled your eyes. You had enough of his talking. You braced yourself against the ground and tried standing up. To your surprise your legs were really wobbly. He quickly came up to you, to help you balance yourself.

“Don’t touch me,” you said, taking your arm out of his hand.

“So mean! You could at least give me a thanks. I saved your life, you know.”

You ignored him and went to a nearby rock instead but he followed you.

“You owe me one!” he continued.

“I owe you nothing. I didn’t ask you to save me,” you retorted and he just pouted.

“A date.”

“What?”

“We need to go on a proper date. These last few we had were terrible.”

“Are you serious? I’m not going anywhere with the likes of you,” you leaned against the rock and started zipping up your suit. Why were you half naked in the first place? You noticed him staring at you, a faint smile visible on his lips.

“What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” he cooed. But then you realized. If you were drowning, then you needed CPR, if you needed CPR then it means he…

“You did not!” you gasped.

“We can always continue,” he smirked.

“You wish!”

“I do.”

It seems he would have been at it forever but then his face became all serious. You followed his gaze. You could see cars approaching the beach in the distance.

“I think you should get going.”

One thing you can agree on. You pushed yourself off the rock and slowly made your way to the direction of the exit of the harbour. You won’t turn around. You won’t thank him. Nope. No way in hell.

“Thank you,” you mumbled contradicting yourself and stopping a few steps from him. He was silent for a while and you were not sure if he even actually heard it. Not that it matters.

“That’s the sweetest thing to ever leave those pretty lips of yours,” he finally teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. You had no idea what came over you. You were having a friendly chit chat with your target.

“We will keep in touch,” he shouted after you.

Whatever he means by that. You know how this ends anyway. A gun in your hands and a dead body.

8 DAYS LEFT

better with you || stiles stilinski

word count: 2238

warnings: heated make out session, little swearing

request: hey there :)could you write something where the reader is very shy so she only talks to Scott and stiles around the pack but she has a huge crush on isaac.She tells stiles to ask him for help cause she doesn’t know how to talk to him so he practices with her and after a while he suggests to practice kissing with her because he starts to realize that he really likes her and the reader gets so comfortable around him that she doesn’t really that she loves him?you can include shy smut if you want c @ephemeral-stilinski

author’s note: so i haven’t written or posted in a couple weeks but i am back! i hope you like this because i’m really happy with how it turned out. thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for proof-reading and fixing my errors as well as @sarcasticallystilinski for also reading this! i’m happy they both liked it! :)

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Accident Part 2

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Warning - Swearing, angst, talk of injuries

Dean’s POV

I remember it. I remember it all. I remember waiting for the ambulance, I remember feeling my little sister’s blood seeping in clothes and making them damp, I remember crying uncontrollably when she was on the stretcher, I remember my knees hitting the floor when they wheeled her away in the operating room, I remember looking at my little brother"s face and seeing the broken expression haunt his eyes and the person responsible for all this pain was me.

“Why did I yell at her? ” I asked myself in an emotionless voice but I knew that Sam was listening. We were sitting here for almost an hour and no one had given us any updates on our little sister. Both of us had dried blood on our clothes and hands. The blood which belonged to my little sister and the reason why it was there was because of me.

“He was a drunk driver.” Sam suddenly stated in a tone which was very similar to my own. He had completely ignored my question and was stating things, maybe to himself.

“What did you just say? ” I asked my younger brother, the calmness in my tone was slowly being replaced by anger.

“He was drunk driver. He was drunk and driving and he had the bloody nerve to hit my little sister! ”

At this point I knew. I knew that I had to remain calm, that I had to soothe my younger brother, because it wasn’t just my little sister who was in there fighting for her life it, it was Sam’s too. Sam must be feeling the same emotions that I was feeling and I had not even paid attention to him because I was so wrapped up in my own world that I had failed to see how my best friend was coping.

I saw that Sam’s shoulders had started to shake so I did the only thing I knew which would comfort him and me. I put my arm around his shoulders and made his head rest against my shoulder and then we both cried our hearts out for the little sister we loved and cherished.

Sam’s POV

I knew it. I knew what my brother was feeling, I knew how much guilt he was carrying in his heart, I knew that he didn’t mean what he said and I knew that my little sister was hurt, not only physically but emotionally as well.

My little sister has a good heart. I can see how much she cares about me and Dean. I see her. I see how she looks at me and Dean with adoration in her eyes, I know she consider us to be some sort of superheros, I also know how unbelievably caring she can be.

She does our laundry for us so that Dean and I can have clean clothes, she soothes us everytime one of us is upset from nightmare or a hunt, she covers us with a blanket when sees me and Dean are resting without one, she fixes all our wounds, she takes care of us when we are sick, she runs her hand through our hair in a gesture of comfort and most importantly she is so loyal to us that one just feels like putting her in your arms and never letting her go. I love her. God I love her so much and I can’t loose her. She is everything to me and Dean.

Dean’s POV

Sam and I have been sitting silently for almost 2 hours and now our patience is wearing, I was just about to get to ask about my sister. When a lady came holding a white clipboard to her chest.

“Y/N Winchester’s family? ” she asked in a polite tone.

Sam and I got up in a simultaneous manner.

“Yes that is us, how is our sister? ” I enquired

“Perhaps you would like to come in my office.. ”

“No doc, here is just fine.”

“Very well then, your sister had a broken leg, a grievously sprained arm, bruises on multiple parts of her body as well as some broken ribs.”

Both our breaths hitched when he heard how gravely injured she was.

“ But don’t worry, everything will be okay. She is a brave girl and she came right through, right now we have her on ventilator but that is just a precaution don’t worry all she needs is plenty of rest and she will be right as rain”

I heaved a sigh of relief and asked in a weak tone.

“Can we see her? ”

“Yes ofcourse, just follow me”

We followed the doctor to the room my little sister was situated in. I couldn’t wait to see her, apologise to her and help her through this.

When we entered the room, me and Sam took in the sight of our little sister and just stopped right there. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing, our sister’s entire body looked weak. Her face had some bruising on it, her leg was in a cast and so was her left arm but the thing which scared me and Sam the most was the ventilator which was jammed down her throat.

“I know that this sight can be very uncomfortable, please down right here and have some water.” the doctor chimed in.

“When will she wake up Doctor? ” Sam asked her in a hesitant tone.

“She should wake up in an hour or so, I will give you some privacy now. ”

As soon as she left, me and Sam went on either side of her bed and grasped her small hands. She looked so fragile in that state that all I wanted to do was hold her and never let her go. I caressed her soft hair with my hand and then kissed her forehead deeply.

“Hey baby girl, I don’t know if you can hear me but you should know that me and Sam are right here and we are not going anywhere. Just quickly wake up so I can apologise for hurting you.”

“She will forgive man. ” I looked at Sam as he spoke this with sincerity in his voice.

“She will forgive you. I mean you are her hero. She loves you. ”

“I am that hero who called one of greatest things in my life a burden and I don’t even know why I did it. ”

“You were angry, you didn’t mean it. She will understand that. Trust me. ”

Saying this Sam walked out of the room. I turned my attention back at my little sister and stared at her face.

“Sweetheart, I know I am making a complete idiot out of myself by saying this but I want you to know okay. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful, caring and thoughtful girl I could have as a sister. You are not burden. You are my little sister and I love you so so so so much and I am so so sorry for making you cry, for making feel so bad. I am just so sorry, just please wake up so I can apologise to you, please sweetie just please wake up. I love you kiddo. Please just wake up and listen to me.”

I sobbed my heart out and gathered her beautiful hand tightly in mine and laid my head against her arm and waited for her to wake up.

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She was proud of him.
She really was.
Of course she was, how could she not?
Harry was doing everything he always dreamed of doing and what he did was the most amazing thing ever. He filmed a movie, recorded an entire album and now his face is printed on countless magazines.
She knew he would do good but she could have never prepared for what was happening now. He was jetting between America and London, with a short stop in Paris. He was busy having meetings to figure out his next plans, especially the tour that would take him all over the world. And then there were the interviews…
Those were probably the worst for Y/N right now but not because he had to leave early in the morning to attend them on time, no. It were the questions he’s been asked.
She knew the questions would be different now because he was solo now and doing everything on his own without three boys by his side that caught the attention of the interviewer as well. But she never thought that the main topic of every interview would be his love life.
He talked about his first girlfriend ever, then Taylor Swift, then Kendall Jenner and then he wrote a song about a girl he met one goddamn time and apparently her name was Townes.
She was okay with all that before, she knew he’s been with other women before her but somehow she couldn’t help but be upset.
Harry and her were dating for a year now. A year which she thought was a happy, joyful and fun year in which they learned to love and cherish each other.
But apparently she didn’t matter to him all that much.
He didn’t talk about her even once. Not when the question came up how he’s doing privately. Not when he’s been asked who supported him while working so hard. Not when he’s been asked what the inspiration for his songs was.
And that was probably the worst. He wrote nothing about her, not a single line. There was a song about how empty and heartbroken he felt when Taylor and him broke up, there was a song about how good that stranger felt and there was a song about whoever was his only angel, it wasn’t Y/N for sure.
And even though she knew it was silly to be upset about something like that she couldn’t help it. The words he once said to her when she asked how he wrote songs kept replaying in her head.

“S'different every time. But I always write about people I love or times which been very important to me.

And every time she remembered his words she felt a pang to her heart.
He told her he loved her so many times and she knew he did, she was 100 % sure he did. And she also wasn’t worried about him cheating or whatever, she knew she was the only one for Harry. She was just maybe a tad bit jealous and sad. It was his decision what he wanted to weite about, of course, and he wasn’t obligated to write about her just because she’s his girlfriend but… it would have been nice.


Harry just got home and even though she missed him and just wanted to jump into his arms when she saw him looking all soft in that plain white shirt that was see through from the hundred times it’s been washed, she resisted. She got the last little push she needed earlier when she read comments online and everyone was talking about who and what the lyrics to his songs were about. No one believed it was about her.
“Hello, angel.” he greeted her and kissed first her forehead and then her cheek softly.
She responded with a humorless laugh and turned her face away from him to look at the ground. Angel. Ironic.
“You okay?” Harry asked her and lifted her chin to make her look at him.
“Great. Absolutely perfect.” she smiled so fake at him that anyone from afar could have seen that she was not in a good mood.
“Love, what’s going on? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.” he sighed impatiently.
“You can’t fix it anyway, it’s too late now.” she spat.
Harry took a step back from her when the coldness of her voice hit him. His eyes widened with shock and his mouth opened slightly.
“Did I do something?”
“Oh, no.” she waved him off.
“Then wha-”
“And that’s exactly the problem.” she interrupted him.
“What?” he asked confused.
His eyes had a bewildered look to them, flicking over her face and never knowing where to look.
“Did I forget something? It’s not your birthday and it’s also not our anniversary.”
“You forgot me.”
“What? Love, I have no idea what’s going on right now.” he almost cried out.
“Am I important to you?” she asked.
“Of course you are. You’re the most important person on this whole earth to me, baby.”
“Then why don’t you acknowledge me?”
“What? I do acknowledge you.”
“Yeah? When?”
“All the time.”
“No you don’t. When did you acknowledge me during your interview with the Rolling Stone Magazine? Most certainly not when you told them that you remember what your first girlfriend smelled like and how much you loved her. And also not when you told them how the main inspiration behind your album was Kendall Jenner. Oh, and your songs? I don’t think I broke your heart and your just a ghost now and I also don’t think my name is Townes!”
Harry’s eyes widened with shock by every word she spoke.
“Y-You’re jealous?” he asked, his voice shaky and filled with panic.
“I’m not jealous! I’m hurt!”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut when realization hit him. He didn’t realize what he had done before. He wasn’t forgetting her in any of this, he thought about her every second of every day and it was never his intention to hurt her.
“I never meant to hurt you.” he whispered and tried to reach out to grab her hand but she ripped it away from him immediately.
“Well, you did. You made me question everything, Harry. I even wondered if you feel the same way about me that I do about you.”
“Of course I do! You know that I love you. I love you more than you could ever imagine.”
“Doesn’t feel like it right now, if I’m being honest.” The pain that her words caused almost made him cry. He never ever wanted to make her doubt the love he had for her.
The truth was he didn’t know why he did it. He made it his mission from day one to keep her away from the media as much as he could. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable around him and not worry about the options of others or what’s being said about her. He assumed he did a very good job until now and he never thought it would get to be an issue.
He wanted to keep their relationship private. Obviously, everyone knew they were together but he wanted to keep the rest away from the public eye. What they had was between the two of them and no one else.
“Love, you know how I am when it comes to you. I want to protect you from all the stuff that could happen. Don’t want anyone to talk badly about you.”
“You know what’s probably being said about me right now? That you don’t care about me, that I don’t matter.”
“But you do! I care about you so much, that’s why I try to keep you away from all that shit!”
“I get that you want to protect me but do you know how much it hurts to hear you talking about all your ex-girlfriends and how much they mean to you while you don’t talk about your current girlfriend of one year even once?”
“Love.” he sighed and grabbed her hand with a tight grip so she wouldn’t be able to remove it.
“They don’t mean anything to me anymore. Not since the second I laid my eyes on you. I’ll admit that I wrote songs about them because somehow that gives me the closure I need. And yes I’ve talked about them in interviews because I couldn’t escape, if I hadn’t said anything it would have been worse.”
Her shoulders slumped then, her eyes diverting to the floor. He was right. Of course he was. She knew from the beginning on that it was silly to be upset about all that but she couldn’t help it. She always had trouble when his past relationships were brought up. All the girls he dated were gorgeous and amazing and she couldn’t help but get insecure when she compared herself to them.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered so lowly he almost didn’t catch it.
He squeezed her hand to make her look at him and when she did he cupped her cheek gently.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, alright? I should be the one apologizing, I made you doubt our relationship.”
She shook her head before she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burring her face in his neck. His arms went around her shoulders, clasping her sides with his hands.
“I love you, darling. Never want you to forget that.”
“I never forgot that. Just wondered for a little.”
“Don’t want you to wonder either. My love for you should be a constant in your life.”
She pulled back a little so she could look up at him.
“And it is. I was just being stupid.”
“Feeling hurt is never stupid. I was being a proper dick for not acknowledging you.”
“You weren’t. I know why you didn’t and I appreciate it.”
“Should have told them how perfect my girl is though.”
She smiled up at him and Harry swore he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her forehead, lingering his lips there for a moment.
“You know what?”
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“Should show you how much I love you so you don’t question it ever again.” he grinned cheekily.
She giggled softly and shook her head at how fast he could go from serious to cheeky.
“Horny, hm?”
“No, just want to love on you.”
He stroked a strand of hair that’s fallen into her face behind her ear, cupping her cheek and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
He lifted one of her legs and made her wrap it around his hips. She wrapped her other leg around his body on her own, Harry supporting her with his hands on the backs of her thighs.
He carried her to their bedroom, stopping every once in a while to press her against a wall and kiss her breath away.
Once they reached their bed, he laid her down gently, hovering over her.

When she was naked he made it his mission to kiss every inch of her body, mumbling ‘I love you’ every so often.
Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t get emotional. Sex was always connected with emotion between Harry and her and it definitely wasn’t the first time her eyes welled up with tears and a few dribbled down the sides of her face and onto the pillow. Just like every time Harry got a bit worried, asking if he did something wrong but she silenced his words with her lips against his.
The moment Harry connected them Y/N was sure she never felt so close to him. She missed exactly this and was worried about exactly this, loosing the closeness between them. Or loosing him to somebody else.
Their bodies moved against each other the way they always had, nothing changed. And Y/N knew he never shared such a moment with any of his exes, he never shared himself like that with anyone but her.
When they both got close Y/N cupped Harry’s cheeks in her hands so she would be able to watch him come undone. And when he did it was exactly what she expected, he thrusted inside of her as deeply as possible and stilled, his mouth opening and his eyes rolling back. Her own orgasm hit her when she felt the first spurt of his release coating her walls, her whole body shuddering underneath him and a strangled moan forcing itself out out of her mouth. She fought against her eyes wanting to close, the need to watch him bigger.
Harry collapsed onto her when he finished completely, careful not to hurt her. She wrapped her arms around his back and made sure he didn’t move, she didn’t want to break the connection yet. She pressed countless kisses against his shoulder and neck, covering every bit of his skin with her lips.
“Mmh, love. As much as I love lying on top of you, I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.” he said, his voice muffled by her shoulder.
She sighed and let go of him, he was right. It happened before that she got sore because he stayed inside of her too long. When he slipped out she felt his release pour out of her and as always Harry watched amazed. He reached over to the bedside table for a tissue to clean her up, careful not to apply to much pressure onto her sensitive center.
Afterwards he laid down beside her, pulling her body close immediately. She placed her head on his chest, her face nuzzling into his skin to inhale his scent. Harry intertwined his fingers with hers, kissing her knuckles softly before dropping their joined hands onto his chest.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, no awkwardness or uncomfortable feelings settling in their stomachs. But Y/N could feel that his mind was elsewhere.
“Stop thinking so loud.” she snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry, darling.” he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“M'thinking about you, though.”
“Are you?” she asked quietly and looked up at him.
“Yeah.”
“And what about me?”
“I…” he started but stopped, a frown spreading over his face.
“Hey.” she whispered and reached up to touch his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his.
“It’s just… I tried to write songs about you. I sat in the studio for hours, trying to find some words that somehow could describe the way I feel about you but… Nothing I came up with seemed to do you justice. There are no words for describing how wonderful you are or how much I love you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes at his words, she never thought about it in that way.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to write songs about me, you know. Just because I’m your girlfriend it doesn’t mean you have to write about me.”
“I know that but you’re so much more than just my girlfriend. You’re my best friend, my family but most importantly the love of my life. And of course I want to write about you but I know that no song could ever describe our story.”
Her heart melted at his words, a few tears dribbling down her cheeks and hitting his chest.
“I love you. God, I love you so much.” she whimpered and kissed his lips over and over and over again.
Harry stroked her wild hair from her face and kept her close.
“Can you promise me to never ever question my feelings for you again? Breaks my heart when you do.”
“I’ll try.” she giggled.
Harry gave her a playfully stern look, scolding her gently.
“I promise. Think you’ve done a good job at proofing your feelings as well.” she smirked.
“Oh, have I?”
“Oh, yes. But maybe, just to make sure, you could do it again.”
“Just to make sure, hm?” he teased her.
“Just to make sure.”

Flufflet #3 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Sometime after the season 6 finale, the gang decides to look into the whole “song inside me” thing, and Blue is able to return their memories of the whole debacle.


“I can’t believe we forgot all this,” Snow said, almost whispering.

“It was necessary,” Blue said, like that explained everything, which it didn’t. But this was Blue, so it was about as good of an explanation as anyone was ever going to get.

“Yeah, well, it was a memory I could have done without,” Regina said, as though she had a bad taste in her mouth. “Me, singing and dancing like some kind of …”

"Don’t say it,” David warned.

“Disney character,” Henry finished. “I wish I could have seen it and heard it. All I have is the page here.”

“Look,” Emma said. “What matters is that all of your songs–the happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones–all of them, that’s what I needed to keep the Black Fairy from crushing my heart. So even if you’re embarrassed now, I’m grateful.”

Snow and David smiled almost beatifically, and Regina sighed. Zelena shrugged. “I’ve nothing to be embarrassed about; I sounded fantastic.”

“Better than me?” David challenged.

“I think the Rabbit Hole does karaoke,” Snow said. “If we want to find out.”

Emma snickered at the thought of her dad and Zelena going head to head in a karaoke competition. Killian, though, was uncharacteristically silent.

Actually, he’d been quiet the whole time. She turned to look at him, but he refused to meet her gaze, staring at Blue instead. Weird.


“So, what’s wrong?” she asked as she plopped down on the bed and watched as he finished pulling on his pajamas.

“What’s that, love?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since Blue gave you guys your … musical memories back. Why?” She paused. “Was your song embarrassing or something?”

“No.”

“Well, I know you can’t be insecure about your singing voice. You already know I think you’ve got a sexy one.”

He chuckled. “No.”

“Well, what then? And don’t tell me you’re not upset because we both know you are.”

He sighed as he climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. “All right, but it’s … odd, I suppose.”

“I’m the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and I’m married to Captain Hook. My closest friends are the Evil Queen, and her sister, the Wicked Witch, and Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I think I’m good with odd.”

“Not sure it’s the same variety of odd, love, but fair enough.”

“Just tell me.”

“I’m trying to.” He paused. “You recall your parents and Regina discussing their musical tete-a-tete?”

“Yeah.” God, she would have paid so much money to see that.

“They showed up at the tavern I was drinking at, offered me all the gold and jewels I wanted, and asked for me to take them to Regina. I refused their payment, insisting the only thing that would satisfy me would be my revenge.”

“And by insisting, I’m assuming …”

“Aye, I may have insisted rather musically,” he admitted.

“So you’re upset because you refused?”

“No, I agreed,” he said. “They realized I wanted revenge on the Dark One and told me they had him prisoner. We struck a deal, and I brought them to Regina as requested.”

“Okay.” Was he upset that her parents had almost been complicit in him murdering Gold? That he’d brought them to Regina like they’d asked? “I don’t get what’s wrong,” she admitted.

“I–” He took a deep breath. “It’s just so strange.”

“Killian–”

“Emma, you were there.”

“I–what? No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.”

Oh. Oh.

“So you’re upset because you bumped into my mom when she was pregnant with me?”

“I’m not upset,” he corrected. “It’s just odd, isn’t it? Here I am, singing about how all I care about is revenge, and my unborn wife is right there.”

She couldn’t help it. She wished she could have, with her husband sitting next to her, clearly struggling with the whole scenario. She should have been supportive and understanding.

But she couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.

“Oi, this isn’t funny, Swan.” The giggles would not stop. “Swan, please, you can’t tell me you don’t find this at least slightly strange!”

“Oh come on,” she said, trying to regain her breath. “Killian, you’re, like, three hundred years older than I am and that hasn’t mattered to either of us.”

“But this is different!”

“Not that different.” She burst out laughing again. “Oh my god, you, like … practically serenaded me while I was in the womb!”

“It wasn’t a serenade, and I wasn’t–love, you must stop laughing.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” But she couldn’t.

He sighed angrily and moved away, turning to shut off the lamp on his nightstand. “Well, good night, then.”

“Killian, come on.” Okay, it was less funny now. Still funny, obviously, but with how upset he was getting, she needed to cut it out. “Look, it’s really not that weird.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Will it be weird when I get pregnant to sing to our unborn kid?” He didn’t answer. “Because that’s a normal thing, you know? And then they come out and grow up into adults, and you don’t sit there feeling weird that you used to sing to them before they were born.”

Not that she’d had any experience in that area. Even if she hadn’t had a cellmate in juvie, she probably wouldn’t have tried singing to her baby bump. But that had been a different situation; if Neal hadn’t given her up, and they’d stayed together, the two of them would definitely have done it.

“I know that’s different,” she said, when Killian didn’t respond. At least her giggles had subsided. “Because it’s your kid and not your future spouse. But still, it’s really not that weird.”

“No, that’s not it.” His voice was tentative, like he was unsure of what he was about to say. “Just … when you get pregnant?”

She froze. She’d made offhanded references to hypothetical siblings for Henry, but at no point had she explicitly told Hook that she wanted more kids. And now it had just kind of slipped out, and not in a way that she would have wanted to put it when she eventually brought it up.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I know we haven’t talked about it. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“No, no.” And now his arms were around her again. “You want more children, Emma?”

“I mean … yeah, I do. I guess we should have talked about it before we got married and stuff.”

“Because you believe that I’m not interested in having children with you?”

“I didn’t say that,” she pointed out. “Just, you’ve told me that Milah never wanted more kids and you were fine with that.”

“I loved Milah deeply,” he said. “I knew that being with her meant that my only experience as a father would be if we went back for Baelfire, and I was willing to accept that life. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want children of my own.”

“Oh.”

His arms tightened around her. “Swan, I would love to have children with you. More than anything.”

“Oh?” Her heart beat faster.

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“You’ve got to sing that song for me.”

let’s talk Jon and Sansa

I always say ‘there’s a reason I don’t write Jonsa metas’ and I don’t believe I’ve ever actually said what that reason is. Since this is going to be that one big post where I’ll just let loose all the  thoughts I have, I thought it might be time to confess I don’t write about Jonsa because I feel that no matter what I say, people (outside of that shippers fandom) won’t take me seriously anyway. I am a book reader above all else, I’m so sick of hearing that I don’t root for Dany just cause ‘you like Sansa well that explains!’. I write about more than just Jon and Sansa, and I should hate for people to think I’m biased more than they already do. I’m biased of course, but I can take off my spectacles. I truly believe that. Though that doesn’t mean I don’t ship it, cause I do, and I love shipping it, but sometimes I hate shipping it. Love to hate it too, hate to love it from time to time as well. 

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I thought it was time to write down my sincerest of opinions/feelings/thoughts so here we go. This is what I think, in case someone is actually interested:

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Taken [Chapter 10]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue



The first time he came, he already caught your attention.

He was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t strange that he made an impression on you and the rest of the employees. He always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and emits a calm and comforting aura. He always came around sundown, when the rays of the dying sun comes pouring in through the bakery windows. It always made him seem like he glowed warmly.

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MITAM song blurb: If I could fly

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.”

Text in bold indicates Harry’s texts and text in italics indicates (y/n)’s texts.

Facetime?

I’m out with my Mum but I’ll be home in an hour?

Sounds good x

I just got home and rang you five times but I’ve just realised that it’s 3am where you are. Hope you’re having sweet dreams about your fabulous girlfriend xx

//

“God I love my wife ‘n everything but I am so glad for a day in the studio.” Harry laughed when his friend walked through the doors of the small studio, looking as sleep deprived as any other father of two.

“The joys of marriage, eh?”

“She’s been moody with me all week,‘s not my fault I didn’t hear the baby crying when it was my turn to get up with her!” He scoffed, throwing his jacket on the rack in the corner. “Appreciate these kid-free years you have with your missus, the most action I get these days is seeing her pump milk because apparently not even my magic touch will make her boobs feel better.”

“You’re gross.” Harry grimaced, looking up from where he was strumming lightly on his guitar. “Are we going to write some music today or just talk about how hard your life is because you’re not getting any action these days?”

“Fuck off.” He laughed. “Just because you have an active sex life.”

Harry laughed along but felt his heart twist when he realised he hadn’t even spoken to his girlfriend in three days now, let alone be intimate with her. It wasn’t by fault of either of them that their relationship was on hold right now and there was nothing they could do about their demanding jobs but he wishes he was able to go home in the evenings and have his girl waiting for him, enjoying their ‘kid-free years’ as he had been advised to. She wasn’t bitter about it, she was more than understanding, as was he about her schedule- they just needed to work on making their relationship a priority over their careers.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he decided to get to work instead to take his mind off it all.

By the end of his day in the studio, Harry felt slightly better when he realised he had got all his feelings out in the form of a song. It was a song personal to his current situation but he knew the other three boys would definitely be able to relate.

“I better get going, promised the wife I would do dinner tonight.” His friend announced once they decided they were happy with how the demo of the song was sounding.

“That’s no problem, I’ll lock up here.” Harry nodded with a smile.

“See you tomorrow!” He called on his way out, his headlights illuminating the room through the window moments later, before they began to gradually get further away to the point where they could no longer be seen.

After a while of tweaking the song slightly, he looked at the clock and calculated in his head what time in would be back home.

Can you talk? x

I can talk quietly, I have a sleeping cat on my lap x

He smiled, happy that they finally had a free moment together and wasted no time in clicking the face time icon in the corner of the screen.

“Hey stranger.” Her tired smile greeted him after two rings.

“I’ve missed you.” He smiled, head resting on his arm which was propped up on the guitar on his knee.

“I know, it’s been ages since we talked.” She yawned. “Someone fell asleep the other night after telling me he would be waiting for my call.” Her teasing smile made him laugh quietly.

“You know what I’m like; wide awake one minute and dead to the world the next.”

“True.” She giggled.

He knew it was nearing the early hours of the morning where she was but the conversation flowed so freely, talking about anything and everything, that he figured she needed this call just as much as he did and so tried not to think of the time difference as they talked for what must have been almost an hour

“I was in the studio today.” He announced. “Well, I still am.” He flipped the camera round to show her that he was indeed still in the studio. She giggled when he waved through the mirror.

“Productive day?” She asked.

“Very productive.” He nodded once the camera had flipped back round to face him. “Got a song written.”

“That was very productive.” She looked impressed. “Dare I ask what it’s about or is it a one direction exclusive top secret?”

“Well, it is about you… I think.” He smiled sheepishly.

“You think?” She laughed.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I didn’t really have you, or us, in mind when I was writing it but I realised when I heard it back that it was the perfect song for us.”

“Can’t wait to hear it then.” She smiled, yawning again.

“You can hear it now, I just haven’t quite figured the exact tune out but I have a rough idea.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up, excited at the idea of Harry singing a song which he thinks is about her to her for the first time.

“As long as you promise to keep it between us.”

“Pinky promise.” She held her pinky finger up to the screen and he laughed before clearing his throat and setting his phone up in front of him.

“If I could fly.” His deep, raspy singing voice sounded more perfect than she remembered and it filled her heart with contentment at the familiar sound. “I’d be coming right back home to you.” She smiled when she realised how the song fit perfectly in describing them.

Halfway through, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and her phone slipped gently from her hand, the view on the screen now just the dark ceiling of their bedroom. Harry’s focus was completely on the song so he didn’t notice the movement until he had finished and looked to his phone to see what she thought.

He smiled when he realised he had sung her to sleep and simply cut off the call, sending her a text right after.

Sweet dreams, love. Wish I was there with you xx

If only I could fly.. xx

the way we grow

@mooosicaldreamz asked for more from the way we mend universe. not sure if this fits the bill but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Hands shove at her shoulders.

It’s barely noticeable at first. A huff above her ear and then fingers skimming on her shoulder. Or are they pushing?

She blinks slowly, awareness filtering in. The room is quiet, nothing alarming which is always her first guess, but Lena’s heartbeat is quick under her ear.

(It’s nice but it’s not.

Lena’s heartbeat so close to her, not after filtering out half the sounds of the city to hear it. Just a feather light beat at her ear, warm breaths coaxing over her head.

But it’s fast just as those breaths, choppy and uneven when it should be calm. Should be Lena at ease by her side.)

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Tell Him

Summary: Emma has only one regret from her Back to the Future adventure with Killian. And when she accidentally goes back in time–again–she has a chance to fix it, and damn the consequences. CS AU Week: Episode Rewrite.
Rating: G
Notes: *slides in under the wire for day 5 of CS AU week* eyyyyy, I’ve had this idea for a while and finally got around to writing it. Huge thanks to @justanotherwannabeclassic​ for beta-reading!

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“Swan, we’re going to be late,” Killian warned.

“I know, just—” Emma sighed. “Look, I have to pee, okay?”

He blushed, but it was his own fault for pressing the issue when she said she’d be right back. “Very well,” he replied. “I’ll wait here.”

“Uh huh.”

It wasn’t easy to make her way through the trees and brush. It hadn’t been easy before she’d been magicked into a giant red ball gown, and the massive skirts really did not help. By the time she felt far enough away from Killian, she was completely out of breath.

She didn’t really need to pee, and thank god because how the hell would she in this dress? She just needed a break before she completely fell apart.

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Theater AU
  • So it takes place in like the 19th century in an opera house/theater, controlled by a man who calls himself the SQUIP
  • Jeremy’s a dancer there that while on stage he’s incredibly graceful and beautiful, offstage he’s just A Mess™
  • Christine is a huge theater fan that helps everyone with their lines and is aspiring to write her own opera one day
  • Chloe is the diva that sings there, and while she can be an ice queen at times she can hit high notes like no one’s business
  • Brooke is one of the dancers as well, and she also helps out with makeup and costuming and knows everything about color sense
  • Rich handles all the effects and helps with sound. He’s not allowed to deal with flames anymore as he almost set the curtain on fire once
  • Jake is the resident Pretty Boy™ that does most of the lead male roles in the performance and can hit surprisingly low notes
  • Jenna gets the word out there when the opera house does a new show (And is a wonderful source of local gossip)
  • The actual plot starts when wealthy music writer Michael comes to see a show, sees Jeremy performing, and immediately goes “oh”
  • He becomes immediately smitten with Jeremy and tries to see as many performances with him in them as he can
  • And after every performance, he always leaves behind a different bouquet of flowers (cuz flower language AMIRIGHT)
  • Poor Jeremy’s confused but kind of excited because ‘???? Someone likes him??!! What????!!!!’
  • And he wants to meet this mysterious admirer who leaves him sweet flowers and kind, handwritten notes
  • Except Michael’s too much of a dW E E B to show his face to this beautiful but dorky boy
  • And there is. A ton of Pining for these two™
  • I GOTTA WRITE FOR THIS NOW G R E A T