I can't think of headcanons myself, but how would their first kiss go? :D
*digs hands into cliche solangelo headcanon box*
@bailci asked for headcanons and instead i delievered a fanfiction in bullet point omfg im so sorry
fight me all you want on this, but their relationship for sure started with a ‘first kiss’ because they’re cheesy like that
so lets give a bit of background shall we ??
i like to think that they really became friends—actual friends–after those three days in the infirmary and they obviously had *those* moments
you know what im talking about.
like when things got a bit too quiet during their walks and both had the urge to just reach out and hold the others hand
or when they one of them were caught by the other stealing glances here and there during meetings because literally who cares about what chiron’s saying when there’s a cute boy in the room
but besides those little moments, i’d say they were pretty comfortable with each other
nico would voluntarily hang out with will at the infirmary and “help him out” and “bring him a snack”
anyway let me actually answer this before i go on rambling about their cute friendship days:
maybe things got pretty bad one night. i’d presume nico had some really bad nightmares and he woke up and took a walk to clear his mind
and maybe he just happened to walk over to the path that lead him to the apollo cabin—half because he hated the dark and half because the glowing warmth of the cabin gave him comfort and solace
and of course, will would just be leaning there, maybe trying to get his own thoughts out of his head and when he saw nico, he’d just smile and gesture him to come closer.
they’d take a walk together around camp, just talking about normal things until will asked him what he was doing up and walking around at twelve in the morning
“you’re literally the child of the sun solace the better question is what are you doing at twelve in the morning”
will would probably just shrug and say how he was just couldn’t sleep cause he was thinking about his brothers
and then—uh oh—it’s awkward and quiet suddenly and will doesn’t knows why until nico starts talking about how he was thinking of bianca and oh
and because will solace is a Literal Sunshine he’d probably just ask him to elaborate and talk about his sister and his time at italy and all of a sudden nico is flailing his arms and his eyes are sparkling and will is biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too much
eventually the conversation fades away comfortably, maybe laughing at something nico said, but either way the silence that follows after is finally a comfortable one
nico breaks it by looking over at will with the calmest expression will has ever seen and he thanks him—for listening, for being there, for letting him rant on and [insert bumbling flustered nico here]
“he’s really cute but oh god he won’t shut up and i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what’s he’s saying anymore”
so will decides to shut him up and calm him down by leaning in closer and pressing his lips against nico’s in a chaste, gentle way. his lips are warm—they’re unbelievably smooth and the happy warmth bubbling inside his chest is a bit too much and for a second will doesn’t realize that nico’s become tense against him
and just as he’s about to pull back, nico relaxes slowly and presses closer in a super nervous and unsure type of way because he’s 14 okay and he can’t even handle will smiling at him and you’re talking kissing
will feels a rush of happiness and he puts his hand on top of nico’s trembling one (he also learns that kissing, contrary to popular belief, does not calm people down)
and they part, not because they want to, but because breathing is a thing and they kind of forgot how to do that in the last few seconds.
now all of a sudden they’re looking at each other with wide eyes that dart to the other’s lips awkwardly and faces that are too red to be healthy and they just start laughing because their shocked and also nervous but most of all happy and “oh my god did we just…”
they spend the rest of the night unable to sleep but because of a good reason this time: just thinking about how the others lips felt and each little sensation and smiling into their pillows and oh my god is that the sun?
Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.
Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.
However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.
So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.
Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.
Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.
He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.
Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?
So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.
Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.
The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.
The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.
He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.
Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.
No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.
Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.
And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.
This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.
Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.
Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.
Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.
Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.
Hello! This time is for the PJO au, Has Hades sometime comfort Shiro because Zeus didn't visited him? And in that time Hades kinda of adopt Shiro??
[Voltron PJO AU] Hades materialized in front of Shiro all of a sudden, which startled the son of Zeus causing him to tumble out of the bed, hitting the floor with such grace.
“Oh gods, Lord Hades,” Shiro gasped as he collected himself to face the god of the Underworld. “Keith isn’t here at the moment, I think he’s—”
“I’m not here for Keith,” the god stopped and tilted his head, thinking out loud to himself he added, “Well, I am here on his request, however.”
“Oh,” Shiro blinked. “Um… did I do something wrong? Oh gods, are you mad that we’re together now? Are you mad that I’m a boy? That—”
Hades chuckled. “Mad? I am relieved. Do you have any idea how painful it was to watch the two of you dance around each other for years? The glances, the touches, the pining. I literally had to rant to
Julius Caesar and go ‘Are you seeing this shit?’”
Shiro grinned sheepishly as he stood up and sat down on his bed. “Well, uh, yeah. My bad.”
Hades just smiled at the boy. “May I?” he asked as he pointed at the bed.
“Oh yeah, sure!” Shiro quickly answered, moving a little to his right to give space to his boyfriend’s father. “Are you here to give me the shovel talk that I’ve been kinda dreading?”
Amused by the assumption, Hades chuckled. “Oh I don’t think I need to do that as you already know what I am capable of. However, Keith can literally just kill you if you break his heart.”
Shiro gulped, looking so pale. “Gods, you’re right.”
“But that’s not why I’m here.” Hades hummed. “My son said you’ve been feeling kinda troubled lately and he didn’t know what to do. He looked so stressed, so he told me how worried he was about you.”
Shiro just stared at the god, not knowing what he was talking about.
“I’m talking about Daddy issues, Shirogane,” Hades continued.
“Oh,” Shiro deflated, looking away as he clasped his hands together.
“You know back then I proposed to Keith I should just adopt you, but the boy was so against it.”
“He was?” Shiro frowned.
“He said, and I quote ‘You can’t adopt Shiro, Dad! What if he asks me to marry him? That’ll be so weird! I can’t marry my brother!’” Hades smirked at Shiro who turned all red. “He was only 14 that time.”
“Oh my gods,” Shiro buried his hands in his face, ears reddening.
Hades chuckled softly. “He was quite a bit taken on you at such a young age. First time he’s seen you to be exact. And you can’t deny this to me, but I knew you felt the same way too the first time you saw him.”
“How’d you know?”
“I’m Hades. I know these things,” Hades smiled menacingly. “But enough about my son, and let’s talk about you. I know for a fact you don’t feel the same way as the other campers regarding my frequent visits, however, you do desire one thing that all demigods do.”
Shiro sighed, pulling his legs up closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around it in comfort. “I just… what do I need to do for my Dad to notice me?”
“Oh, he notices you, boy. You have no idea how proud he is whenever I visit Mount Olympus. Always talking about how he has the best son amongst us all. Of course, I disagreed with him because I’m biased with my own son.” Hades smiled and Shiro smiled fondly too, agreeing with the god’s statement. “However, I want you to know that your father is Zeus, god of the gods. He made the rules, so he simply just cannot break them. I can get away with it because I’m Hades and all of them end up in my realm one way or another. Zeus’ position is more complicated.”
“I just, maybe, I don’t know… want to hug him, too, like how you and Keith do?” Shiro caught himself and felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry that was so ridiculous. A demigod wanting to hug Zeus. So stupid and childish.” He forced out a laugh.
“It’s not.” Hades softly said. “You’re not just any demigod. You’re his son and he’s your father. You have the right to desire his hugs. Especially since you’re his son.”
Shiro looked up to Hades and suddenly his eyes started to water. Hades brought his hands up and pulled the boy closer to him. “I’m not Zeus, but for the mean time I’ll be his substitute, just so you know how it feels like to hug one of The Big Three gods.”
Shiro chuckled as he wiped his tears, Hades rubbing his back up and down in a soothing manner.
“I’ll see what I can do about my stubborn brother,” Hades continued. “I’ll make no promises though, so don’t expect too much.”
“Thanks, Lord Hades,” Shiro sniffed, wiping his cheeks.
“Anytime, son-in-law,” Hades smirked as Shiro’s face turned into crimson.
- A big thank you to both my beta and my doodler. They both did exceedingly well and helped me bring this fic to life. It is my first time taking part in the PLP and I’m excited to take part in it again!
I’m torn! I liked the episode but I also feel really anxious about it. Why Oliver doesn't trust her anymore? He admitted that he and Diggle had let her fall deeper and that maybe she didn't feel like she belonged this season and yet he doesn't back her play. Help me understand this please because I don't want to think like this about him. I wanted to enjoy episode 20 but this is upsetting.
come to tumblr/twitter much because of my job but I love Arrow, though I’ve
only been watching it for a year. There are some I’ve been following that were
really vocal about 5.19: they’ve basically been saying Oliver isn’t good enough
for Felicity now and are angry at him for not trusting/backing her like she has
him. Is it them who don’t understand or me? I thought it showed Oliver afraid.
No mistrusting. And Felicity asking for equality. I saw a reply you gave once
but I don’t know anyone who does them like that.
I wasn’t going to answer these initially because I feel they’ve been answered so fully by the names just below this but… I HAVE AN ABUNDANCE OF OLICITY FEELS THAT CANNOT BE DENIED.
I needed to vent them! Overuse of gifs ahoy!
OK, first? Q2 Anon: I can give
you the names of a few people who answer questions FAR better than I ever could
if you’d like?
There are others that I’m sure
you’ll find if you explore a bit ;)
There isn’t really much I can
say past what hasn’t already been said by the 3 above.
But I need to clarify (even
though you can’t answer) something Anon 1. You liked the episode?
Well I just about had a mini
coronary. Honey, I don’t think you were seeing it properly. Episode 19 was like
a piece fanfiction come to life. It was an episode to grin hard about and watch
whilst gripping the edge of your seat. Something to feel deep in your chest the
Everything in it – EVERY
SINGLE SCENE – was a moment I’ve been waiting
on pins to see.
And I mean, purely from the
point of view of a fan: how could you not adore the return of the looks and the talking:
True, I DO think they made us
wait a tad too long (kill me now – @scu11y22 knows especially, after episode 9
how close I came to having a full on shit-fit – but just a shit-fit, not a loss of hope) for this but I also believe
that they wanted the whole Prometheus Vs Oliver = Oliver’s lowest moment score
to occur prior to any progression
that could be made between Oliver and Felicity…
It’s because they want them -
their steps back to each other - to be part and parcel with Prometheus’s
And Prometheus is
representative of Oliver’s demons. Of his darkness and his pain.
can no longer run from like he has been doing for years. What he needs to face
and defeat, to strive beyond.
It’s all so that the
penultimate moment, episode 20, can mean so
much more and have triple the affect it would have had without this.
Oliver can’t defeat Prometheus
with his current mind-set. He can’t even stand against him: Prometheus has broken
a vital piece of Oliver’s soul: his hope.
about it: Olicity closing the gap between them - healing that
breach - each and reuniting possibly leading to the defeat of Prometheus. And
what’s necessary for the defeat of Prometheus? For Oliver to step forwards into
a light of his own making. A mission of his own choosing.
How much more epic can you
But you (Anon 1) (Anon 2, you’re fine girl/boy;)) were
referring more to the deceptive lack of trust in this episode, correct?
That supposed absence of
trust, the very thing that put a pause on this whole relationship? It’s an
Oliver Queen smokescreen. Possibly subconscious on his part, at least
initially. A not-so-flimsy cover up for Oliver’s real problem. A problem
they’re going to bring about, in GREAT and uncompromising detail, in episode
But let’s get into specifics.
It’s what we’ve been waiting
for. And all of it, everything, was good. Everything coming will be better.
I think a problem a lot of
people might also be having at the moment is the sudden rise of emotional
intensity in the show.
Yes, I know: random. But.
Arrow has always been intense
but it increases with each season: the actors are pushed into doing scenes and
playing roles they’ve never done before, into bending rules and breaking past
boundaries. Season 5 has been exemplary
in this. But there’s been an upswing from episode 16, especially in regards to
OTA and Olicity, that wasn’t as present earlier on. It’s been very welcome, but
also, a bit of a shock.
They’ve had to wait you see: there’s been too much story to tell first. We got a lot of Olicity before anything else in season 4 so they needed to be true to their other stories first but you all know the other reasons as well. Lord know’s I’ve gone on about them too.
So now, everything feels
powerful. Penetrating. Worrying? The
script was so forceful in Dangerous Liasons, so intense: every scene featuring
Oliver and Felicity was a scene that left a mark on the audience. People are
feeling the heat - the kind of heat exhibited in 3.20 - and it’s such a burn that it people might consider it an omen.
Don’t feel anxious about it:
not at all. It’s about facing the truth. About Oliver and Felicity facing each
other. About facing themselves…
And they found themselves in
each other once upon a time.
That still holds true. There
was no way in hell that they were going to get to the root of each of their issues
without them coming back to each other.
There’s no one he trusts,
respects and admires more than Felicity Smoak.
But being honest with her -
telling her about his 5.17 revelation (something he had to understand himself
first) about his reasoning behind why he’s done what he’s done over the years -
is something he thinks will make her fall out of love with him.
But it also might save her
from becoming him.
This has absolutely nothing to
do with trust.
For the first time, Felicity
is the one he and Dig have to worry about… and like big tough Alpha
males, it throws them completely out of whack.
It’s not about a lack of trust
or a deliberate choice not to be there for her when she has been there for him
every single time he needed someone.
He can’t possibly be ok with
her behaving like him because she’s more.
She’s better. She’s the example he measures all other acts of goodness and evil
against. No other woman (or man) has come close.
And that’s just some of the examples and only the women.
But there’s been a lack of
understanding between these two for the past year (A year… Christ, it’s been
more than a year) and they need to hack it out but they wouldn’t be able to
without a stimulus.
Now, Felicity TELLING Oliver
that he doesn’t trust her was soooooo deeply satisfying, not because I agree
with her. I don’t. She’s wrong. But I only know that because I’m the observer.
I loved it because she was
finally being honest about how he’s made her feel. And how he’s made her feel
isn’t just like she isn’t trusted:
It’s lonely. Alone.
She’s felt like she can’t go
to him and ask for the assistance she needed, the help she wanted. The kind of
love she deserves. Honestly, I’m pretty sure she didn’t want his help either. Not at this stage. She wanted to rely on
herself. To decide for herself. To make the choices he and Dig have always made
for her. To be their equal.
What she wanted was for him to say:
don’t like it. I don’t want you to do it. You’re asking me to stand back and
watch you sell yourself because of a problem I caused. I don’t want it. It’ll
hurt too much… but I’m going to. I’m going to because I trust you. You already
know I love you. And now I’m going to prove what that actually means to me. I’m
going to place all my trust in you because I believe. In. You.
But this is from the point of
view of a woman who doesn’t fully understand Oliver Queen, through no fault of
her own. She’s the closest any woman has ever come to trulyknowing him: she
DOES know him the best of everyone, even Thea…
And that is something he -
subconsciously - can’t allow. He can’t have Felicity - the person he loves the
most - close to his darkest demon. Can’t have her touched.
If she’d been ready at the
time of their break up, maybe she would have seen something else and NOT a man
who simply doesn’t trust her the way she craves to be trusted, the way she’d
trusted him and still does trust him. Even after everything.
But she couldn’t help missing
that because Oliver is emotionally stunted and very unaware of how his father’s
promise and his survivor’s guilt have deepened that chasm inside him.
Oliver is also a man of his
He made a promise to himself
and Dig and he was vehement in that promise.
It was a declaration of
intent: I want her in this but not at the
cost of what makes her… her.
Do you think that ever goes
away for someone like Oliver? And do you think he ever forgets about that promise? No. It just grows stronger. It was crucial to
him; especially right at the beginning of it all.
And for Felicity Smoak it is
an absolute - a requisite - STRONGER than his need to protect Thea.
He grew to accept at the end
of season 3 - after choosing for her for most of the season - that Thea’s life
was her own, that her actions were her own, her body was her own to throw it
onto fire if she wanted to.
He’d hate it… but he’d get it.
He can’t do that with Felicity
because she’s his cornerstone.
Even after they broke up, even
months later with this distance between them, she’s still the person who balances his world, who gives him structure.
When she first joined the
team, she enabled his night work in a way he didn’t think possible and she was
as safe as he could make her. Behind her computers. In HIS Foundry. Perfect.
She was where he could keep an eye on her and
control how deep into the life she was. In fact she only ever touched close to
danger when she was in the field, which was few and far between for this exact
Even when she opted – even
when it was her choice – Oliver (and by extension Dig) only agreed when they
could control the danger level.
But even then, things can
still go wrong.
The problem is that Felicity
has always been just as ‘in deep’ as the boys.
But she’s their precious gem:
their lucky charm. Their lighthouse, their way home. The heart of the team.
What happens when a lighthouse
The way home – your eyes –
You loose sight of reality.
It was taken for granted, Felicity’s natural light. Her faith. He thought if he left it alone, it was stay exactly as it was…
The light on Oliver’s path –
as pitiful and as small, as narrow and filled with thorns and without forks and
choices as that way has become – was, in his head, taken fully away in episode
19. He was left asunder and confused.
Adrift. Lost at sea…. he’s already lost at sea.
He was lost at sea for years until he chose to stay away from Starling (I prefer the name Starling City
to Star City btw).
After his return, she became
his anchor. Slowly.
Moment by moment.
Until she became
And he didn’t realise just how
deep that went… until he broke her heart. Until she left him. Alone.
They’re as alone as each
other. Even when they’re with others. Even in a crowd. Even as they reached out
to others, romantically or otherwise and it didn’t heal them.
Case in point: look at where
they are right now. He thinks he’s a sociopathic serial killer and she’s
willing to destroy her life to bring down the man who made him feel that way.
She is doing for Oliver what
Oliver did for Thea in season 3.
All she’s asking is for him to
But he can’t.
He promised Dig he’d protect
her. Just her.
Not Laurel or Thea or Sara or anyone else, not even Dig…
Felicity was the one whom he’d never have twisted. The one neither of them
could or would sacrifice. IRREPLACEABLE.
Most importantly, he can’t
have her become him. He’s been protecting her from that since day 1: he can’t
fathom its possibility.
Oliver has paid a lot of
prices, sacrificed so much of himself. And he’s lost things and people.
Her soul is the one price too
high to pay.
Yet Oliver feels like
everything he has touched, every person who’s into contact with him, has
suffered because of him.
And now? …He feels what’s she
doing with helix, how she’s behaving is because of him. A darkness that never
comes out created by him. To Oliver, he has created this
path of a deepening darkness for the woman he loves. Now he has to put up with
what she’s been putting up with for
years. And he doesn’t like it.
Drink it is:
Like a husband who’s argued
with his wife, had his words royally and correctly thrown back at him and in
the dog house. Big time!
What Oliver doesn’t realise is
that light can alter over time. It can grow warmer or more distinct. Stronger.
Can shift and shine a new way. A better way. A softer way. Some lights can draw weaker ones out and
Has anyone noticed the increased use of both purple and green this year on Arrow? Oliver’s and Felicity’s colours.
Not a coincidence.
When he sees her for who she
really is, when he finds out how her view of him – in walking in his shoes –
has changed, has grown, when he discovers that his confession doesn’t have the
affect on her he thought it would, when she actually gives him a new and
brighter understanding of herself… he’ll see her light for what it is. For the
beauty in it. And he’ll love her all the more for it.
I think he’s going to tell her
– when their air is ruining out, whilst he’s hurt and she’s defenceless – his painful truth and
he’ll be waiting for the worse case scenario reaction from her.
And… I feel like he’s going to
be given the shock of his life. Or something to that affect. (Am I just
Whatever happens, it’ll make
him view her as an equal in every sense of the term – he thought he already
did, but there was still that last layer of bubble wrap for him/her to pop.
And in walking in her shoes –
in trying to move on, in watching her make the hard choices and being powerless
to stop her, in being on the other side of the fence and being the one who doesn’t get listened to – his
understanding and already super high regard for her will shoot past the
Like Wendy said:
through something now, and she sees him in a different light — and he also sees
her in a different light. There’s a lot more mutual understanding, and even
though I think it’s hard to top the mutual respect they already have for each
other, that goes up as well.”
Won’t be surprised if they
leave the bunker shooting each other awed, heart-eyed looks and thinking ‘wow’.
Remember the song?
I am so sorry
that I bothered you
Now I know why you have to hide
I didn’t know what you were going through
All I could see was my own sign
I will just fade away
I will let you be here
I won’t say a word until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me
They just tell me what you’re in there for
How could I know you did not say?
But now I know what I am living for
Tomorrow will be just another day
I will close my eyes
And I hear a quiet peep
I will wait in the shadows until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, oh
Ah, sweet youth will all too quickly end
And we will never be this free
So all I ask is that we look again
Before we grow too old to see
I will fall alone
My elm was sweet and envy
Still I will be crying until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, ah
Love. Trust. Heart.
be waiting for you. Until you come to
It’s a mutual thing (though I
do think this refers to Felicity more than Oliver).
And then it’ll be almost as
easy as falling, his new ideal. I think she’ll give him a new point of view.
Or, at the very least, a way to see it differently.
Very soon they’ll be ready for
each other. The right fit.
A hero for a hero.
She has to open the door but
he needs to make her want to first.
Strip each other down to the core.
And, come 5.22 (?) he needs
step on through it all on his own.
They’re going to fall in sync.
And by 5.23 we’re finally
going to breathe that breath of sweet relief.
@firebyfire here you go, sweetheart. It’s a slight bit different, but you will get clumsy Newt swooning over hot Graves. I promise that.
I thought it will be a short one. It’s not. lol
I’ve seen you several times around uni and every time you’ve seen me
tripping over something I swear it’s not because I’m swooning at how hot
Newt heard a lot of things about the new assistant of Anatomy professor. He usually didn’t really care about people, about how they look or what they wear. He was listening to what they talk about. And well, that narrowed his attention to the grumpy old professors and their lessons.
He was perfectly fine with that kind of student’s life and often was simply ignored by his fellow group mates. Oh, they tried to socialize with him, inviting him along when they went somewhere to have fun, but Newt wasn’t good at socializing. He always tended to annoy people, so he stopped trying a long time ago.
The first time he saw Mr. Graves was like watching some sloppily made introduction to a porn film. He watched few, alright? Just to experiment stuff, don’t judge him. So, Mr. Graves entered the classroom, pacing like a fucking model in front of them and stopped by the professor’s desk to tell the old man something.
Newt’s eyes didn’t know where to look seriously. He didn’t see anyone ever before who will think of as an attractive person. There was a lot of whispering between his mates but he paid them no attention, because Graves was going back and their eyes just met? And Newt’s hand jerked dropping the pencil he held. So, he naturally went down, under the desk to search for it, only to unceremoniously bang his head when he wanted to stand up. He got out eventually, not without a dull pain in his skull, but Graves was already gone and he dreamily sighed for the rest of the lesson, which he didn’t find as interesting as five minutes ago.
The second time he saw Mr. Graves was when he had his lunch at the cafeteria, the next Wednesday. Newt sat silently at his usual spot, near the window, munching on his favorite sandwich and reading through his report. Whenever he had something to work on, he would do that, but when he didn’t, he would just look out of the window and admire the nature. The spot had such a beautiful view and he was shocked that no one took it. Maybe other students were too busy gossiping and chatting with their friends.
A low hum made Newt raise his eyes from the paper he was reading. Mr. Graves sat at a table in front of him, and thank God, he was with his back at Newt, because Newt couldn’t trust his face at the moment. Mr. Graves was probably eating something really delicious, judging by the appreciative sounds he made.Newt’s face turned red and he couldn’t really breathe… because he was literally choking on his sandwich. He tried to swallow, tears forming in his eyes. After seconds of struggling, and he genuinely thought he will die, the bite of food went down his throat and he started coughing violently. Several persons watched him with worry, including Mr. Graves. Why no one gave him the attention when he almost died moments ago?
Mr. Graves was faster than his thought process, and no, he’s not stupid, he’s the smartest on his course, his mind was clouded by this man- and gave him a glass of water - his glass, as Newt noted - encouraging him to drink it up while soothingly rubbing his back. Those big hands felt so warm, even through the fabric of his sweater and Newt wanted to feel them on other parts of his body, everywhere to be precise, but Mr. Graves withdrew his hand much sooner than Newt would prefer to. When he tried to thank him, Newt stuttered and blushed such a deep shade of red, he didn’t need to see himself in a mirror to feel how hot his cheeks grew. Graves smiled at him, and God, the man was clearly trying to kill Newt, because what he was doing to redhead’s heart?
With a short nod, the man sat back at his table and resumed eating his lunch. Newt buried his face into his papers, trying to focus on them and not on the muscles flexing on Graves’ hands as that brought the spoon to his mouth.
When the Wednesday came around again, Newt sat restless through all of his lessons in hope to catch a glimpse of his crush- oh. He was crushing on Mr. Graves. This… wasn’t so bad, if he thought about it. Half of the university was crushing on him. It felt like crushing on a celebrity or something along those lines, because if he was being serious, he had no chances. Where was Mr. Graves and where was he?
Thinking about how his love life will never actually exist, he walked through the almost empty corridors, leading to the library. He loved to spend his free time in there. The dorms weren’t exactly a place where you can relax, study or read something. At least his roommate was just the silent type as he was, something he could not quite
attribute to their neighbors on both sides.
The smell of books, paper, ink and dust drew a fond smile out of him and Newt walked through the endless aisles in search of that book he wanted to check out some time ago. Spotting the needed row, he went directly for the place he saw the book the last time at. Just, it wasn’t here. His smile turned into a pout as his eyes searched for something else to occupy his mind with.
A small chuckle caught his attention and he turned his head in that direction, only to come face to face with the book he looked for. The book moved out of his vision and its place took a familiar handsome face of assistant Graves.
“You wanted to read this one?“ the man asked, his lips quirking up at Newt’s stuttered greeting. Newt nodded frantically, not trusting his mouth anymore and desperately trying to avoid eye-contact.
“You can take it then.“ Graves said, shoving gently the book into Newt’s trembling hands. Newt’s eyes widened and he actually looked up.
“Why?“ was his simple question and it made Graves smile
“Well, it would be rude to not give the student the opportunity to learn, even if it’s…“ his eyes were focused on Newt’s as he murmured, his voice becoming deeper “Captive Prince.“
Newt wanted the floor to crack and swallow him completely. He did want to read it, because he was a bit curious. Especially after seeing how the girls won’t shut up about how hot it is.
He didn’t observe when Graves invaded his personal space and practically shoved his body into the books behind, his hands blocking any ways to escape and his body dangerously pressing onto Newt’s as he whispered
“Newton Scamander, I would like to ask you to stop blushing so cutely whenever you see me, because I swear to God, I’ll do…“ Graves leaned and kissed him hard, and fiercely, passionately even. “this.“ He finished, his eyes devouring Newt’s swollen, wet lips.
Newt watched him through his lashes, his brain empty all of a sudden and lips burning. Maybe his mind was clouded again, but there was one thing he was sure of. He didn’t mind Graves doing that again. And even more. So, Newt just silently claimed Graves’ lips in a sloppy kiss. He was clumsy here as well, but he hoped that Graves will teach him how to do things properly from now on.
Can I request a scenario where Itachi accidentally found his female s/o's old diary and read the "to-do list" she wrote when she was younger and one of the task is "Getting married with Itachi Uchiha" with a big heart on it ? And how this event will eventually lead on a marriage proposal ? I leave the rest up to youuu
Well this took me forever. This is one of the older requests I had a hard time writing and figuring out what to do. See I didn't give up! I hope you like it and sorry for the wait on this. I’m still thinking about the other two older requests as well but nothing is coming to me yet. Thank you for requesting. Let me know what you think. This is kinda like a AU where Itachi didn't kill his clan? haha
Itachi proposing to
“Itachi, why can’t you tell me where we’re going tonight?”
You questioned, a slight whine in your voice.
Itachi smirked; his back towards you as he continued to wash
the dishes in the sink.
“That would defeat the whole point of the surprise,” Itachi
“Oh alright,” you relented, disappointingly as you continued
sweeping the floor.
It took all of Itachi’s resolve not to turn around and spy
the pout that you were clearly sporting on your face at the moment. Itachi
smiled softly, knowing how much surprises made you overly curious. You’re one
of those types of people that did not like being out of the loop and loved to
know what was going on. You didn’t mind surprises, but it was hard to keep
anything a surprise from you for very long because of the continuous amount of
questions you asked.
Itachi knew the surprise was driving you crazy inside. He
had managed to keep it to himself for a month without leading you on to what he
was planning. Today was the only indication that he had planned something
without your knowledge as he had told you he would be taking you out this
evening. That’s when you started bubbling up with questions while Itachi
insisted that it was a surprise.
It amused Itachi greatly.
If only you knew what he had in store. Honestly though, he had a few
butterflies in his stomach as well about the surprise. He was sure and
confident of himself about his decision, but that didn’t stop his body from experiencing
a wave of nerves.
Once Itachi was done with the dishes, he moved on back to his bedroom as he prepared himself to go out to prepare the arrangements for
the evening. Itachi kissed your cheek before he was about to head out the door,
telling you he would be back in the evening to pick you up. You had smiled at
him and asked him once more about the surprise so sweetly that it was hard for
Itachi to keep a straight face. Itachi
told you, you had to wait and see, before he left.
Itachi was trying so hard to keep the surprise and his
feelings all under wraps. He knew you would start guessing and asking more
questions if you saw how fluster and excited he was. Itachi tapped the binding
of the book that he held within his shirt, smiling softly.
He wanted tonight to go perfectly as perfectly as he could
Later that evening, when Itachi had picked you up, Itachi
stood in silence as he gazed adoringly at you.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Itachi commented, looking fancy
You blushed. “You told me to get dolled up. Now what’s this
all about?” You questioned, smiling dazzling at Itachi.
Itachi smirked before pulling a long red blindfold from
behind his back. “First, would you please put this on,” Itachi requested.
You gave him a quizzed look. “Seriously?”
“It’s part of the surprise.
Trust me,” Itachi reassured.
You obliged and had Itachi wrap the blindfold around your
eyes, making sure you couldn’t see. Suddenly, you were swiped off your feet and
in Itachi’s arms as he carried you to your destination at ninja speed.
You squealed at the sudden rush, holding on to Itachi’s neck
and the curiosity of where he was taking you brewed inside your head. You heard
Itachi lightly chuckle at your squeal and you playfully stuck your tongue at
him blindly. You knew he was amused.
When Itachi came to a stop, he placed your feet on the
ground before taking you hand to lead you towards your destination.
“Can I take off the blindfold now?” You inquired, amused.
“In a moment,” Itachi answered, guiding you.
Once Itachi had position you where he wanted you, he let you
take off the blindfold. You gasped as your eyes widened at the sight. You were
surrounded by candle light in front of a small waterfall where you and Itachi
had first met.
The lights of the candles reflected off the water causing a
gleam of blues, purples, and yellows in the darkness of night. In front of
the pool of water was a small round table covered in a white table cloth with two
elegant chairs sitting across from each other. An arrangement of your favorite kind
of flowers sat on the table and what laid in front of it was an open book of
“Itachi… this is…. so beautiful…” You could barely utter the
words as you walked forward towards the little table.
Your eyes curiously roamed over the familiar pages of your old
diary and your heart sped up in anticipation as you read over your to-do list
that you had made as a child. Blush consumed your cheeks as the big heart you
made on the page caught your gaze and the written words of “Marry Itachi Uchiha”
stood out to you. You turned around, stunned, wanting an explanation from Itachi,
but when you turned around, Itachi was on one knee.
Your breath hitched as he smiled up at you lovingly, before
“Y/N, I love you and I feel words aren’t enough to tell you
how much I love and care for you. I want nothing more than to see you happy and I yearn
to be with you. I had found your diary accidentally when we were first moving in
together. I was unboxing our things when the book slipped out and fell open to
that page. I want to give you all that I have. I want to make you as happy as
you make me. Will you marry me, Y/N?”
Tears slipped down your cheeks and your face broke out into
“Yes… YES!” You announced gleefully, clapping your hands
Itachi got to his feet then, pulling out a small black box
and displaying a special ring he picked out just for you. You gasped again as
you couldn’t believe how perfect it was as he slipped it on your finger. You
stared at it admiringly, before Itachi pulled up your chin up for you to look at
Itachi’s eyes were full of excitement and love for you as he
softly kissed your lips, both of you cherishing the moment.
hey hi hello love your work!! could I request a Cisco fic where the reader is like, super duper down and he comes to comfort her and cheer her up cause she didn't show up for work? like super fluff and cute and etc. thank you in advance!
bless you anon this was such a fun request to write! also?? thank you?? so much !! omg the fact that people love my work always baffles me y’all are amazing
Title: The Sunshine On A Rainy Day
Tags: mention of animal death (cat) (of old age), reader is so sad, but its okay cisco bares gifts
Word Count: 1620 (i really liked this prompt!!)
When you opened your door you expected to see your cranky neighbor, ready to take her complaining about your loud music. However, it was quite the opposite. With an adorable grin, Cisco held up a bouquet of chocolate covered fruits, one of those edible arrangements. Rubbing your puffy eyes, you took the bouquet into your hands, opening the door wide enough for him to come in.”Cisco, what’s all this for?” You asked, noticing the arranged set of movies he had in his hands, as well as the board game. Cisco shrugged his shoulders.”Well, you weren’t at the lab today and Caitlin told me that you called in, saying that you weren’t feeling well and she also said that you sounded a sad soooo…” He dragged out, a lopsided smile coming to his lips.”Plus, I’ve always wanted to get someone one of these things.” Cisco pointed at the fruits, a small smile coming to your lips as you walked into your home and set them down on your table, Cisco following shortly behind.
“Cisco, thank you so much. I really appreciate you coming and checking up on me, you really didn’t have to.” However, Cisco only shook his head at that.”Of course I did Y/N! I really care about you, y’know?” Your cheeks flushed at the sudden confession and you let a small sigh escape you. Holding up one of the set of movies he had, Cisco let a hopeful smile come to his lips.”Blankets, snacks, and movies?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but feel delighted at the thought of being cuddled up on the couch with Cisco watching movies.”Sure, I’ll get the blankets and snacks. You wanna set up the movies?” You asked and he nodded in agreement rather quickly, making his way to set the board game down and to your DVD player. You walked away and pulled out a large blanket from your hallway closet, knowing it would be big enough for the both of you to share. Quickly throwing it onto the couch, you made your way into the kitchen.
When you returned with snacks, you noticed Cisco was already nestled on the couch with blankets wrapped around him. Placing the food on your coffee table, you made your way to sit down on the couch. However, before you could genuinely sit down Cisco opened the blanket and invited you to cuddle under his arm. Chuckling softly, you sat down on the couch next to him and rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped the blanket around the two of you.”What movie did you put in?” you asked, looking up at him.”Independence Day, the newer one.” Nodding, you laid your head back onto his shoulder and put your attention onto the movie as it played.
It hadn’t even been twenty minutes into the movie when a feeling of dread and agony washed over you like a crashing wave on the beach. Your eyes welled up with tears, however you refused to let them drop. Cisco had came all this way to make sure you were alright and even brought you chocolate covered fruits, you weren’t going to let yourself ruin it by crying. However, the more you thought about it the more you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. It didn’t take long for Cisco to notice, his now damp shirt alerting him of your obvious sadness. Cisco was quick to stop the movie and pull away from you, making your heart sink.”Oh my god, Y/N, are you alright? What happened?” He asked, worry clear as a bell in his voice. His concern only made your chest clench and you couldn’t help the dam from breaking, your tears rolling down your cheeks more freely now.
Hiccuping, you let a soft sob escape you and Cisco pulled you into a hug, his eyebrows furrowing as he gently ran his hand through your hair to try and calm you. He let comforting words come from his lips and your heart clashed with the feelings of adoration and grief, making you let out choked sobs of agony. Your fit lasted a good thirty minutes, and during those thirty minutes Cisco didn’t go anywhere and allowed you to cling onto him like you were. However once you were done, you pulled away from him and rubbed your red and puffy eyes, sniffling softly. It was clear that Cisco was still worried, his eyebrows still furrowed and a sympathetic frown was place on his lips.”You wanna talk about it?” He asked, and you shrugged softly, a shuddered sigh escaping you.”My cat died last night.” Your voice cracked.
The realization of why you were so upset came crashing down on you. Cisco knew you adored your cat, hell he was sure everyone at the lab loved your cat. You brought him with you whenever you could to the lab and allowed him to mindlessly just sit in the Cortex. He was a chubby, orange tabby that was very affectionate and loved getting attention from you. And you loved giving him attention.”Oh Y/N..” Cisco murmured as he brought you into another hug, you immediately hugged him back. A sad laugh escaped you when you pulled away, wiping the tear that was threatening to fall from your eye away.”He was really old, I should have expected it but not so soon.” You could feel Cisco’s hand softly rubbing up and down your back, making you immediately begin to feel better.
Cisco brought his other hand up and wiped the tears that were forming in your eyes again, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.”I know you’re sad Y/N, but it was time to let him go. I know you gave him all the love and affection any cat could ever want, I’m sure he passed being one of the happiest cats ever.” Sniffling, you nodded with a sad smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him once again. Cisco immediately hugged you back, and you enjoyed his comfort. His comforting words and touches made you feel better, but you knew it was going to take you a long time to get over it. Cisco ended up staying the night comforting you and trying his hardest to make you feel better, to make you laugh and smile.
The next morning, Cisco had already left your home leaving a note telling you to come to the lab. You were a bit iffy on going, seeing as you didn’t want anyone else seeing you like this, however he had been there for you the night before so you decided to go. Pulling on your shoes, you left your house and made your way to the lab. You were nervous, you had ignored everyone’s calls yesterday except for the time you called Caitlin yourself, you were a little afraid they were going to be upset with you. However, when you walked into the Cortex the first thing you felt was Caitlin giving you the tightest hug you’d ever felt.”Wha…Caitlin?” You wrapped your arms around her, accepting the hug.”Y/N, I’m so so sorry for your loss.” She said and you let out a soft sigh, a small smile coming to your lips. You pulled back from her hug and gave her a gentle smile.”Thank you Cait, I appreciate it.” Caitlin gave you a sad smile and began to chat you up. Thoroughly distracting you from both Cisco and Barry, whom were approaching the two of you.
“Y/N!” You turned at the sound of your name and you took in a quick, audible intake of air. You brought your hand up to your mouth in shock as you walked over to the two of them, tears welling in your eyes. Cisco and Barry stood in front of you with two kittens, one orange and the other orange with white stripes.”A-Are they for me?” You asked, your voice cracking as the two of them nodded and handed you the kittens.”Oh my gosh….” You took the two mewling kittens into your hands and you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.”Y-You guys!” You gasped as you held the kittens close to you, sniffling softly as you cooed softly at the kittens. The three of them watched you interact with your new kittens with smiles on their faces.”After Cisco told us what happened, we all decided to pitch in and get you them, since you deserve the best. You’re cat care-taker I know.” Barry said, a smile coming to his lips.”Oh but don’t give us the credit, it was all Cisco’s idea.” Caitlin budd in, pointing to the now flustered Cisco.
Cisco shrugged a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets.”Well, you grieving so much and I didn’t like seeing you so hurt so I just thought this would be nice.” You pet the two kittens in your hands and nodded, a grin coming to your lips.”Thank you so much Cisco, this is more than I could have ever asked.” You leaned up and pressed a short and chaste kiss on his cheek, causing Caitlin and Barry to erupt in chuckles at how fidgety Cisco immediately got, his cheeks flushing a bright red in embarrassment.”So! What are you gonna name them, Y/N?” Cisco quickly altered the conversation, crossing. You thought for a moment, a cheeky grin coming to your lips.”How about Vibe,” You held up the orange kitten with white stripes, allowing it to mew at Cisco.”And Cisco?” Holding up the all orange one, your grin widening at Cisco’s obvious flustered attitude.
Cas' powers confuse me, too! He seems to have lost most of them? I know the creators had to power him down, but besides losing his wings, the rest never really got explained? He got his grace back, right? And I felt it often is inconsistent, sometimes he's badass, sometimes he's useless. Like in Lotus when he didn't just take out the security at the end. Like Dagon who poofs Joshua but fistfights the Winchesters? That was so weird~
Yeah, it’s annoying alright. I think most of these inconsistencies stem from two things - one, the writers are not talking to each other enough and two, nobody’s as nerdy about world-building as Kripke was. I mean, I have zero sources for either thing, and if you want to discuss this further, you should probably talk to someone who knows more about the behind-the-scenes than I do (which is virtually everyone on tumblr), but I still feel this is something we can tell by watching the show - how much love and care and curiosity Kripke put into his mythology and his theology, while others didn’t. This is not criticism, per se - we’ve had some magnificent episodes and storylines since S5 - it’s more of a personal preference. Being a mythology and theology nerd myself, I like it when people take the time to figure everything out. For instance, that sudden reversal of Michael’s firstborn status - as heartbreaking as that conversation between Lucifer and Chuck was, it still bugged me a little.
As for Cas, specifically, I’m wondering if his budding humanity isn’t interfering with his Grace. Like, we know angels are not supposed to feel things, so I want to believe Cas’ ups and downs are due to his depression and PTSD and whatever else, even if those things haven’t exactly been addressed on screen. For instance, the fact he wasn’t able to carry out one simple hunt while Sam and Dean were missing - I have to say, it annoyed me at the time, but I can see it was a powerful symbol of just how broken and listless he was. After all, people function more or less in the same way - you can be the greatest whatever the world has ever seen, but if you’re depressed, you won’t be able to do your job properly - and it’s bound to be even worse for angels, right? The bigger they are, and all that.
Also, a personal headcanon I’ve had for years and would pay my weight in blood to see addressed on the show is that this kind of creature simply doesn’t know how to get better. You see it (sometimes) in Greek mythology: for someone who was created to be invulnerable, pain and hurt cut so much deeper. Look at Aphrodite, shell-shocked on the plain of Troy after Diomedes had dared to wound her hand and wrist, and made her bleed. She’d gone down to rescue her son, Aeneas, but Diomedes’ attack was so unexpected, she was left ‘frantic’, and ‘sorely distressed’, to the point where she abandoned Aeneas and went to find Ares instead, begged him to give her one of his horses, so she could escape the fray. And the thing is, yes, this passage makes sense in a number of ways, including a less than charitable reading of Aphrodite and women in general, but I always felt it fit, you know? Because Aphrodite - she had to know Diomedes could not actually hurt her. You can’t kill a god, after all. It was more the shock of it all - this immortal, all-powerful creature experiencing something she was never wired to experience: pain and fear. I want to think angels are more or less the same, and this is why it’s dangerous for them to feel anything - because they don’t know how to recover, or step back from it. Look at Ishim’s obsession with Lily, at Lucifer’s disastrous descent into anger and self-pity, even at Cas, who’s been doubtful and full of dark things and lowkey unable to function for years now. We know how to deal with this stuff (love, rejection, pain, anger, grief) - they don’t, and this is the beauty and tragedy of it.
»taehyung x jungkook (vkook) »5.1k »Exhibitionist fic…
guy ends up yanking him onto the sofa andfucking him raw into it » warning: smut
Bitter sweetness was all that
ran through Taehyung’s mind.
Why was he officially the
biggest idiot to exist? He’d let Jungkook leave again without saying anything about this crush that was growing.
Yes – very unfortunately –
Taehyung had the biggest crush on his younger and instead of being normal about
it, he kept quiet and left Jungkook to be completely oblivious. Wait – no.
Taehyung did make it kind of obvious he liked Jungkook because he’d stood
outside the bathroom door one day when he was sure that Jungkook was doing more
than showering and multiple times had Taehyung imagined what Jungkook’s hand
would feel like stroking him.
Obvious indeed, but only to
himself. Taehyung wasn’t even sure right now if he wanted Jungkook or wanted Jungkook.
The tall boy looked like he’d
be great to cuddle up to at night but that wasn’t the thing that Taehyung
creamed his pants over. Oh, it was something completely different that starred
in Tae’s wettest and most dirty dreams.
It had taken Natalie Rushman less than a day to recognize and begin to use to her advantage Tony Stark’s touch hunger.
Briefly, she’d believed she would have to sleep with him, but Tony seemed to like the casual touches and attention just fine. He was good at closing the deal with other women, but he never put in the effort with her.
Natasha realized at some point that it was because she intimidated him, which intrigued her. There was very little that intimidated Tony Stark.
She was happy for him when she heard that he and Pepper were trying out a relationship. He’d get all the touching he liked. She wasn’t entirely sure what Pepper was thinking, after all Tony had brought her to the bare, ragged end of her rope, but Natasha hoped she could find what she needed, too.
And they had, for a year or so.
Pepper had confided in her, so Natasha had been privy to how she spent the last six months of the relationship desperately trying to deny what she’d known from the beginning—that she didn’t want the things Tony did. Not for lack of effort. Natasha can’t even count the times she’d said, “Tony’s a good man, and he’s doing good things, and I love that about him,” the way someone would repeat a mantra. And she did love him, but Tony’s life circled in ever closer around superheroing.
It had hurt to watch them both try increasingly desperately to hold it together.
The burden their relationship had been was immediately obvious in the wake of the break up. Pepper had grieved of course, but it was with a palpable sense of relief now that she wasn’t trying to feel something so at war with her center self.
A/N: This wasn’t sent in as a prompt, I just said earlier that I would write a little something in order to pick up my day a bit, so I used a random number generator in order to pick word prompts from this list. The pairing was, obviously, just picked by me at random.
Summary: After coming back from his mandatory enlistment TOP finds himself in a predicament: being a part of We Got Married. Can this be something that leads him to what he never thought he could have? Genre: TOP x Reader Words: 2014 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used. They’re strictly for aesthetic purposes and belong to their rightful owners! _________
He didn’t know why he was doing this. Well, that was a lie. He did know why. He was just hoping he could’ve come up with an excuse that didn’t sound like one to get out of it.
Looking down at the We Got Married contract and spreadsheet before him, TOP wished the world would come and swallow him whole.
It was only a couple months since he’d gotten out of the military. While he was doing active duty he’d come up with a lot of plans and thoughts about his career. Releasing a new song accompanied by a music video was one of them. Being the face and model of a few name brands had been one. A few talk shows and game shows here and there had also been on there. But not this.
TOP felt his stomach churn as his eyes scanned the title page for what felt like the millionth time. Maybe he’d read it again for an infinite amount of time. In hopes the name would change, but he knew it would remain the same.
When President Yang slid the proposal over he thought it was something else. Maybe another try at getting him on one of his music shows that he hated. Well, he didn’t hate them. Not really. Sometimes it just reminded him too much of his younger self; green, young, and eager. Full of determination and drive that fueled innocent hope that one day he’d be where he was today. Not thinking or caring about the sacrifices he’d make or the decisions that would leave him feeling hollowed and way past empty.
At first, TOP had scoffed reading those three bold words. Yang must have been out of his mind to even think he would consider this idiotic show. But Yang had been persistent. Telling him to, “Take it home and really think about it,” before giving him his final answer.
When he got home later that night TOP threw the proposal in the trash. It was just something he wasn’t willing to consider. His stubbornness rearing its ugly head in full force. He’d already downed a whole bottle of his favorite wine; staring blankly out into the Han river.
TOP held out hope that after the first bottle it would cut off all thought. His mind free from overthinking. But it felt like the opposite happened. His eyes diverting back to the trash bin. A scoff shaking his chest as his lips upturned in a snarl.
This was playing out every few minutes and he felt exhausted. By the time he’d started on his second bottle his mother had come over for their daily chats.
That was one of the best moments of his life: seeing his mother again after almost two long years of only letters and cards. It hadn’t been the same as hearing her voice or her constant fretting on if he’d eaten enough. Cool hands running over his forehead and face as if he was still an infant just to make sure he wasn’t getting sick.
“If you can’t take care of yourself, my son, you can trust your mother will.”
There was no one else in this world TOP loved like his mother. There was no one else who could get through to him or make him feel infinitely more guilty about his life choices than her, as well.
He didn’t hear her come in. Too zoned out watching the freedom of the birds soaring into painted blue skies before disappearing. His wine glass tipping in his hand, ready to spill onto the mahogany floor when a slap on his shoulder startled him back to reality.
“Seunghyun,” she scolded, “where are you?”
She left her hand on his shoulder. A steady weight that reminded him where he was. He was home. It was okay.
TOP’s lips answered her only with a timid smile. His own hand reaching up to cover her own giving it a slight squeeze in gratitude. Before he was even given a chance to reply she threw something down on his lap. Something with weight. It jolted him in his seat and caused the liquid in his glass to slosh around. Threatening to spill out from its open mouth.
“Ya mama,” he hissed, ready to voice his displeasure when his eyes locked on the object in his lap.
It was that stupid proposal. Those three bold words glaring back at him; refusing to give him a moments peace.
“So,” she started calmly. “Are you going to do it?”
TOP looked up at her his eyes taking in how controlled and expressionless she was. He knew his mother well enough to know she was hiding what she felt. Not knowing whether her own emotion would displease him or not. Even though she held the best poker face he’d ever seen, years of living with her had taught him one thing: her eyes held everything she wished to hide.
He could see a world of hope and possibilities bubbling out inside those eyes. Playing out a life for him that they both knew he used to want, but didn’t any longer. He was content being alone. Preferred it that way.
“I already told President Yang no,” he responded coolly.
Getting up in one smooth motion from his seat, letting the papers fall in a heap at his feet. He removed the bottle of wine from the table and made his hasty retreat into the kitchen. Knowing without having to turn around his mother was hot on his heels.
“Then why did you bring it home with you?”
“Yang forced me too. He told me to think about it some more before I made my decision, but I already have. I’m not doing it.”
“And why not?”
“Because, mama. What’s the point? It’s ridiculous to pretend to be married to someone, forced into a relationship, just for the sick viewing pleasure of others. I’m not okay with it.”
Her sharp intake of breathe, the disapproval on her face at his tone, left him deflated. She appeared upset, but distraught all at once.
“Son, it is not a forced relationship. You aren’t made too seriously date them. I agree it isn’t the best of circumstances, but maybe…maybe if you do this you’ll-”
“I’ll what, mama?” He questioned, cutting her off already knowing her silent wish. “That it will make me want to date? To get married and have children?”
“Is that so bad for a mother to want for her son, Seunghyun?”
Her trembling words left his throat raw; a battle to even swallow around the thickness of his own thundering pulse. The pain of knowing he was a disappointment, would disappoint her even now, left his heart sinking like lead into the depth of his own pain driven ocean.
“I’m sorry, mama. I really am. I wish I could give you that but I can’t.”
“You mean you won’t.”
A sigh of anguish; resentment, filtered through his nose as his arms reached out to help keep him grounded. The cold granite of his charcoal counter biting into his palms.
“It’s not that I won’t. I just don’t think I can. There’s-there’s a part of me that just-” his throat closed on him before he could finish. His mother had always worried about her sons mental health. Especially a few years back when he’d been rushed to the hospital for exhaustion. She’d feared for him in a way that TOP never understood until recently.
She was starting to notice, through the small cracks that were starting to show, that he was becoming more and more depressed. His good days becoming far and few and ever since the military…he just didn't feel like himself anymore. More like a stranger looking into a life he no longer felt connected too.
“Aish,” he spit out in anger. His body pushing back from the counter as a rough hand ran through his hair.
TOP felt overwhelmed. A life he no longer felt like he had any chance of having haunted him every chance it got. Constant questioning on if he was happy being alone made him feel as if everyone saw him as foreign. More alone than he felt surrounded by family and friends at times. In the beginning, he’d wanted what his mother and father had; what his sister was able to find when he could not. But as the years continued to create distance between what was real and what was planned out for him, TOP found himself unable to connect with others because they weren’t able to connect with him. They couldn’t understand him and wouldn’t take the time to try. Misinterpreting the smallest of things and odd gestures as something undesirable, and therefore, meaning he was undesirable.
Among family, friends, and his art he’d found his complacency. A home of comfort that left him feeling a sense of purpose and, above all, happiness. Once he’d left for the military, something changed. He’d changed. Now when he looked in the mirror he wasn’t sure who was staring back at him anymore.
He jumped at the sudden touch on his shoulder. His mother’s small hand applied force as she gently pushed him around until he would look at her.
“My son, I love you. I’ve loved you before you came into existence and I will love you well beyond even after I am gone. I am your mother and I will always support you in whatever decisions you make. Just please, I ask of you, not to be so rash about this. Don’t miss out on something that may be able to help you. I know you feel lost. Allow yourself to be found.”
With both hands on his cheeks, she used it to gently pull him towards her. Her small lips connecting with his cheek in a chaste kiss that made the silent tears he’d been fighting back to spill out. Once they started, he couldn’t get them to stop. His body suddenly overcome with silent sobs that racked through his body, leaving him heaving to catch a breath.
His mother simply embraced him. Her small arms locking onto him with an amazing amount of force. Her hand ran through his hair as she shushed him quietly, rocking him in small strokes until he felt calm enough to stop.
His fingers hovered over the green button to start the call. It’d been hours since his mother left but her words played on repeat long after she had gone.
Maybe for once he needed to do something out of character. Maybe it would be enough for him to find his way back to himself or enough to start a new chapter without the overwhelming sense of fear. Or maybe this would all end in fire, but he’d been cold long enough to welcome the possibility of being burned.
Without another thought TOP pressed down on the button and placed the receiver to his ear. It took almost thirty seconds for Yang to answer his phone. The sharp sound of his curses being the first thing to greet TOP’s ear.
“Yah! Do you have any idea what time it is?” He croaked out, his voice still boiling from being woken up.
“I’ll do it,” was the only reply TOP gave in return before hanging up.
Once his thumb hit the button to end the call he flung it as far away from him as he could get it. Even though he’d made up his mind his heart felt burdened with worries he couldn’t suppress. Underneath all of that, however, was something TOP wouldn’t admit too even if his life depended on it.
Underneath all that negativity, he could feel it: the beginnings of hope blossoming in his chest. For the first time in a long time, TOP allowed himself to entertain it. ___________ Wanted to take the time to say thanks so much for reading this! If you dig it or have any comments, I’d love to hear them!!! And a big thanks to @lostamongstthecosmos for requesting TOP. I think it was the right choice!! -J
He would blush furiously and hesitantly kiss back. He may think that the person's just mistaken or forced to do so because they may know about his little crush. Nonetheless, he would still enjoy the moment and stay quiet since it's something he's always been waiting for.
Thinking that the whole kiss might be a whole mistake or just a sick joke, he'd immediately pull away and stutter out his apologies. He'd also ask why was the person doing that, or who told them to play that kind of prank. When he finds out that the kiss was really intentional, he'd start smiling to himself while mentally celebrating.
After the kiss, he wouldn't really say much, but he'd give out the smile that says "I knew you liked me all along". Of course, he's really nervous deep down but the happiness that he'd feel would outweigh it. He would also plan on giving a surprise kiss with the next chance he gets.
The poor boy would get so nervous, that he might end up falling backwards from the shock, but he would still try to keep his lips together with the kisser's. When the whole mishap's over, he'll immediately get up and apologize like there was no tomorrow. He would then ask if there could be a take two with a mischievous grin.
He would be the cocky little shit he is and kiss back with a smirk. He might even try to go as far as making out with that person, just so that he could savor the moment. Once sated, he'd blush a little and grip the back of his neck as he goes on about how that was great of a kiss that was, along with a rushed but sincere confession.
He'll be very grateful towards the kisser, since he wouldn't be able to have the same confidence to do such, and it's been something he'd want to experience for a looong time now. He would also think that the kiss came too soon and feel bad that he didn't get to clarify his feelings first.
At first, he wouldn't believe that it's actually happening. Once it sinks in, however, he would be completely overjoyed but he'd still try to hide it. Before he can start his victory dance, he'd ask the kisser if there were legit feelings involved, and if there were, well, he'd be the happiest man on earth!
He wouldn't do anything at all, nor would he say something, which could turn the situation into a painfully awkward one. He would break the silence on how the kisser would need more practice, and he might even show the proper way to do it. He'd also tell the kisser to warn him next time.
He'll have a small inkling that something like that would happen one way or another since he's able to feel the tension between him and the person who feels the same way, so he'd be a little prepared for it. He'd feel less manly for making the first move when he should've, but he'd make up for it with small kisses after the big smooch.
She'd think of the kiss as something insincere because it was so sudden, but then she would try and eventually find the sincerity of the action. She would panic a little, so the kisser may be a little concerned as to why she's not moving, however, she'd be assuring that it's okay and all... plus she'd mention that she needs more kissing practice.
It would be a big surprise for her to be suddenly shown affection, so she'd struggle a bit and try to push away, but she'd start to feel the love given through that gesture, so she'd oblige later on. She wouldn't bring up the topic after the whole thing, so it would leave the kisser wanting more.
Yes, she would be just as shy as any other suddenly kissed girl would be, but she may react violently as well, since she might mistake the action for something with perverted intentions. Once she's done with all the slapping and scolding, she'll ask what's going on, and when the air's all cleared, she'll start giggling girlishly and will playfully slap the other's arm.
She would freeze with her eyes wide open and her cheeks redder than Rudolph's nose. She wouldn't have a clue on how to deal with situations like these, so she might be the first one to pull away; she really won't be disgusted, she'd just be very surprised and taken off-guard. However, she would really appreciate the gesture, and think about it from time to time.
I think she wouldn't be able to take this lightly because she seems like the type who wouldn't want her personal space to be invaded out of the blue, so she might end up throwing a couple of punches. When her head's all cleared and she's calm, she'd apologize for suddenly jumping like that. She'd also suggest that giving away more hints would work next time.
In her opinion, having someone give a surprise kiss would be something that only exists in the movies., so she would be super lovestruck and dazed once she gets a movie-like moment of her own. It would also tickle her to know that the person she's after is after her as well.
She doesn't wanna look too eager or anticipative, so she'd pull away and try to hide the blush that's slowly painting her cheeks, when in reality, she would want to keep on kissing the person and never let go. She really wouldn't be able to hide is her giddiness and giggles whenever she'd remember what had just happened, and she would try her luck in going for more.
Can you please do a fluffy injury Soukoku headcanon where Chuuya has gotten hurt and has to stay in bed and Dazai is assigned to take care of him? I might just draw some illustrations for it if you do <3333 Thank you so very much and thank you for all that you do!
I don’t know what to think of this. I really, really wanted to write a one-shot or a scenario instead, but as you asked for headcanons, I hope these will suffice. ;w;
And thank you very much! Your words mean a lot.
Soukoku Headcanons: Injured Chuuya:
Being adamant that he can take care of himself, Chuuya would throw as many insults at Dazai as he physically can while attempting to ignore how severe his injuries really were. At one point, he’d have to stop speaking for a good two minutes just to keep himself from crying out, especially when his wounds begin to feel worse by the second.
Dazai, giving his partner no room for complaint, would gently but firmly lay the man down and tend to as many of his injuries as possible in an uncomfortable silence. Even if Chuuya tries to goad him into an argument, he would simply shoot his partner a silencing look before continuing on with tending to the worst of his wounds.
Once finished, Dazai would remain unusually quiet, his expression artfully vacant of emotion.
At the sight of such a stoic Dazai, Chuuya would feel unnerved. He would be too preoccupied with trying to ignore his aching muscles and burning injuries to make a jibe at him, but the sight of his partner being so disconnected would make him feel nervous.
After a while, when it begins to get irritating, Chuuya would subtly enquire the taller man as to why he was acting so… different. Even when Dazai seems to snap out of his previous state, it doesn’t fool him at all.
While he may be smiling and laughing like usual, Chuuya knows that Dazai is acting. He isn’t a stranger to recognising when Dazai is lying, but the more the other tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, it just made Chuuya feel even more puzzled.
Whenever the two would make eye contact when conversing, Chuuya would absentmindedly take note of how…intense Dazai’s eyes were. It would serve to confuse the smaller man even further, but he would keep this acknowledgement to himself.
Eventually, when they run out of effort to keep up regular conversation, they would both become quiet. A part of Chuuya would be thankful for the sudden silence as his head was steadily becoming heavier by the second, but he would still be wary about sleeping with Dazai in the room.
Even so, the moment would be ruined when Dazai exclaims that he’s leaving, claiming to have better things to do than babysit a hat rack the size of a child. His smile is lazy, but his movements show that he is slightly reluctant as he walks out of the room, glancing over his shoulder more than once.
Chuuya would ignore the man and close his eyes, uncaring of how his chest suddenly felt hollow without the other man’s presence.
Time would pass, and the redhead would be on the verge of falling asleep when he feels someone slip into the bed beside him. As an automatic reaction,
his nerves would run cold and he would reach for the dagger that he hides underneath beneath his pillow, only to be stopped when feels a hand wrap around his wrist.
It’s only when he hears Dazai’s familiar snort of amusement at his side that Chuuya, against his better judgement, relaxes against his partner’s touch.
Minutes would pass, and eventually Dazai would let go of Chuuya’s wrist. The redhead would feel slightly emptier with the loss of contact, but would nearly choke on his own breath when he feels Dazai move even closer, resting his chin atop of the shorter man’s head.
Redfaced, he wouldn’t be able to hide his surprise when he hisses at Dazai to get the fuck away. Even though he would act annoyed, Chuuya would still fight to try and keep his breathing under control and his heart in his chest.
Against his better judgement, he would feel himself moving closer as well. Not by much, but just enough so that his forehead gently rests against Dazai’s throat, and he can feel his thoughts become clearer at the contact. Their chests brush together ever so slightly with every breath they took, and it would serve to make Chuuya feel slightly more at ease.
The redhead wouldn’t be able to help but release a shaky breath at the uncharacteristic gentleness the bandaged man was showing, but he wouldn’t dream of commenting on it.
The moment Dazai slowly tangles their legs together, Chuuya is fairly sure that he’s on the verge of passing out. He doesn’t react when the taller man brings them closer together by wrapping his arm around Chuuya’s waist, too comfortable to complain about the closeness.
With Chuuya curled up in Dazai’s arms, the two of them would remain close and unmoving until they both fell asleep, and would get even closer during the night.
In the morning, however, when Chuuya awakens to the sight of a sleeping brunette, would let out an unmanly yelp. When the other only laughs, the redhead wouldn’t think twice about kicking him off of the bed, disregarding his injuries altogether.
Once they’re both dressed and ready to go their separate ways, neither of them would comment on what transpired the nightbefore. That being said, their actions would still weigh heavily on both of their minds for the rest of the day; why would Dazai suddenly come back? Why did Chuuya reciprocate at all? Why did he even like it?
Despite having avoided each other during the day, they would both unknowingly find themselves in the same position together later that night. They would be equally as unwilling to forget just how nice it felt to be so close to another person with no ulterior motive in mind.