why should anyone ever have to explain this

Actor x Reader Imagines or Headcanons

alright, friends. sit down. we’re going to have a chat about boundaries.

so lately, i’ve been seeing a lot of headcanons or imagines based around newsies actors, like ben fankhauser, akb, btc, or sky, some of which are nsfw and based around sexual acts. so i have several things to say about why that is Bad.

1. im willing to guess that you do not know these actors. you have seen videos of them, maybe interviews, maybe youve met them at a stagedoor or interacted on twitter. but you dont know them. you dont know how they would react in those situations.

2. it can be extremely uncomfortable for the actors! they dont know you, and knowing that there are people out there fantasizing about you can be extremely awkward, and puts them in an uncomfortable position.

3. its actually dangerous to the fandom. when we put celebrities up on a pedestal like that, it gives them power. thats how fans, especially young fans, end up being taken advantage of by celebrities. im not saying that anyone in the newsies cast would take advantage of anyone, but again, i dont know them.

4. its especially awkward when youre writing nsfw headcanons. first of all, sexuality and sexual acts are extremely personal things that you cant just assume about someone. second of all, this is a very young fandom. chances are that a lot of the people writing or reading these nsfw posts are minors, and every one of the newsies cast is an adult. i dont really feel like i should have to explain why that is bad.

5. they can see this stuff. have you ever googled yourself before? im quite sure that a lot of this cast goes on tumblr and types in their name. a lot of what they see is going to be fun screenshots or maybe art! but imagine if you were googling yourself and you found a stranger on the internet writing about what it would be like to have sex with you. i mean, we know for sure that akb is on tumblr, and im willing to bet that other cast members are too, and we just dont know it.

now, you might be thinking “i do this as a coping mechanism! it’s innocent! what can i do instead?!”

clearly you have some creativity that you want to get out. write a fic! channel those scenarios out into characters, whether its fanfiction or your own original creations! im not personally a fan of character x reader fics but theyre not inherently problematic, so you could do that! or draw! or talk to a friend about whatever youre going through!

just know that as much as you might love the newsies cast, they don’t know you, they arent your friends, and theyre human. they are in no way more than you.

this is okay to reblog!

Avengers Chatroom: Wingardium Leviosa

Requested by @magicalmagedeon

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Scenario: Anyone have the Winchester’s number?


Steve has created a chatroom.

Steve has invited Natasha, Bucky, Wanda.

Steve: Does Y/N hate me?

Wanda: Of course not, why would you ask that?

Steve: Every time I ask her to train with me she declines.

Nat: Maybe it’s because she trains with me.

Steve: Would it hurt to just train with me for once?

Bucky: Ah this reminds me of when Steve got his first crush.

Wanda: Tell me everything.

Steve: Not another word!

Tony has joined.

Tony: I AM BEING HAUNTED!

Steve: Finally feeling guilty about all the terrible decisions you made?

Tony: I don’t have time for you, Steve. I have a poltergeist. Unless it’s Wanda pulling a prank.

Wanda: I’m in Sokovia. What’s happening?

Tony: WELL, FOR STARTERS, MY COFFEE FLOATED OUT OF MY CUP AND ONTO MY FACE, THEN MY CHAIR STARTED ROLLING AWAY, FOLLOWED BY ALL THE FURNITURE LEVITATING.

Nat: Are you drunk?

Tony: NO!

Bucky: I don’t believe you.

Tony: Are you in the base? Where are you? Come to the kitchen.

Bucky: K

Bucky: HE IS NOT LYING.

Nat: Bullshit. Wait I’m coming over.

Nat: So … Do we have any salt?

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: EXPLAIN??? DID YOU TOY WITH THE ENERGY MANIPULATOR?

Bruce: No, it broke remember?

Steve: I am not falling for this.

Tony: I have never been this scared before.

Y/N has joined the chat.

Y/N: Hey Tony, I hope you learned your lesson! Don’t touch my phone ever again.

Bucky: You’re doing this?!

Wanda: Ah, this explains everything. You have telekinesis? I knew you had powers, just not what.

Tony: PUT MY FURNITURE DOWN.

Y/N: YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.

Tony: YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT GENTLY???

Nat: Why did you keep this a secret?

Y/N: I am still trying to control it and Fury said I should keep it a secret; something to do with how I got it in the first place being very dangerous if anyone found out.

Bruce: Fascinating, would you mind if I did some small tests?

Steve: She is not a lab rat.

Y/N: I don’t mind.

Tony: I am still recovering from this. Excuse me.

Tony has left the chat,

Bruce: I should probably help him clean up.

Y/N: Sorry, Bruce!

Bruce: It’s okay. I had a good laugh. Tony looked like he was going to wet himself.

Bruce has left the chat.

Wanda: I can show you how to control your powers when I get back.

Y/N: Will it involve pranking Tony some more?

Wanda: Of course! I have to go, mission calls.

Wanda has left the chat.

Nat: Steve wants to ask you something, Y/N.

Steve: What? No I don’t.

Bucky: Yeah he does.

Y/N: What is it?

Nat: Do you hate him?

Bucky: He thinks you do because you never want to train with him.

Steve: Ignore them!

Y/N: Steve do you really think that? I’m sorry I made you think that. The reason I didn’t want to train with you was because… I get nervous when I’m around you. And then it’s harder for me to control my powers. I could hurt you.

Bucky: We should give them some privacy.

Bucky has left the chat.

Nat has left the chat.

Steve: Do I scare you that much?

Y/N: No! I don’t get nervous because I’m scared of you. It’s because I like you.

Steve: Really?

Y/N: Yes!

Steve: Oh wow.

Y/N: Yeah..

Steve: Are you sure?

Y/N: Positive.

Steve: Like 100%?

Y/N: 100%. Look Steve, it’s okay if you don’t like me back. This won’t affect our friendship :)

Steve: Wait Y/N

Steve: I like you too

Steve: I have for a very long time and I really wanted to tell you but I didn’t get the chance to.

Steve: Hello, Y/N, it’s Bucky. I think you broke Steve. He can’t stop smiling like an idiot. I’m going to send you a video.

Steve:

Steve: Look at this punk. He’s speechless. Would you do him the honor of going on a date with him?

Y/N: Yes!

Steve: He will pick you up at 5!

Y/N: Tell the Captain I look forward to it.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Ice - Jimin

Originally posted by doona-baes

Genre: Angst & fluffyish | AU!supernatural Jimin |

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Jimin left the love of his life two years ago with no explanation, but now he’s back and something about him is different and quite possibly inhuman.

Loosely based off of a prompt “You took something from me I can never get back; It ruined me”.


It was a cool spring afternoon and my day had gone on too long. I was exhausted once again. It had been this way lately, that even if I hadn’t done much at work, by the end of the day, my body was done. Emotionally, I was broken – just a shell of the person I once was… but I went on. I continued living even when I didn’t think I could bare it any longer. Now, it had gotten easier to deal with though, as it had been two years since the incident.

Easier but not better.

I was missing the ability to trust and I didn’t think it was ever coming back.

How could it when the one person I had put all my faith in had broken me in the first place?

Never again, I told myself.

I couldn’t be too mad about it though, as it taught me not to hope for much from anyone. And in turn, I no longer got disappointed.

At first, I thought he would be back. I waited up late at night, keeping my porch light on – but he never came. What could I expect after he left without a word? So eventually, I gave up.

I didn’t look for signs of his return and I closed my heart to the idea of it.

I was right for it, because two years later and he still hadn’t returned. Today it was two years exactly to the day. The first year after he left on this same day, I cried all day long. This year, I was stronger. I pretended he didn’t even exist and for all I knew, he didn’t anymore since I had gotten rid of any trace of him once being in my life.

I was doing so well until I pulled into my driveway and saw a silhouette that I tried so hard to forget.

How dare he?” I muttered to myself and I sat in my car shaking. I don’t need this. Just back out the drive and go to your mother’s house, I told myself. It had been a while since I had seen my mother after all.

His figure didn’t once move as I pressed the break and gripped the gear shift.

I stopped myself before I could switch to reverse. This was nothing happening. I am not going to be a coward. This is my home and he has no right to be here. Not after all of this time. I groaned and lifted my shaking hand from the gear shift and my foot from the break. Angrily, I yanked my keys from the ignition as I stormed out of the car.

I moved faster than I thought I could as I strode up my sidewalk to my front door. I ignored his presence on my porch and opened my front door with clammy and still shaking hands. If he spoke, I didn’t know because I was blocking it all out – although I was certain I felt the vibration of his voice in my skull.

Somehow, I got inside and shut and locked the door without confronting the man that messed me up. That was until I finally heard his voice through the cracks in the door. “Don’t make me do this the hard way, Y/N. Let me in.”

I rolled my eyes with a scoff and as I walked away. But then, I heard a crunching sound and I looked back to see my door knob fall to the floor with a loud clank as my door swung open. I stared at the mangled doorknob for a moment until I looked up and stared the man right in the eye.

He still looked the same, I noticed and that – well that fact annoyed me. He was always so handsome and it royally pissed me off. How could an asshole be so beautiful?

I tried to play off my confusion and surprise, not fully wanting to know just what exactly he had done to my door. “You didn’t even give me time to open the door if I had wanted to.”

He roughly shut the front door behind him and came closer to me, “You and I both know you wouldn’t have opened the door.”

I nodded. “You’re right,” I glared at him for a moment, “I would ask what you’re doing here… but I don’t care.”

“Y/N.”

“Jimin.” His name chilled me to my core when I said it and I didn’t like how it raised goose bumps on my arms.

“You have to hear me out.”

My eyes grew wide. “I don’t think I have to do anything. You’re a year fucking late. You could have come last year, and I would have welcomed you into my arms.”

He stepped closer, causing me to step back. “Don’t cower like you’re afraid of me!” He yelled.

“And what if I am? Shouldn’t I be? Shouldn’t I be afraid of the man who broke me? The man who showed up on my porch exactly two years after he left me and then broke my door knob?”

Hurt flashed over his face but I couldn’t find it in me to feel bad for him. I hurt for two years and where was he then? He sighed, “Y/N, there is so much you don’t understand.”

I laughed bitterly, “No. You don’t understand. You lost my trust when you left me – and you can never get it back.”

“If you hear me out, you’ll feel differently. I promise.” He stepped close to me once again and I decided not to move. No, I wasn’t afraid of him. He couldn’t hurt me more than he already had. Jimin wouldn’t hurt me physically so I had no reason to run away from him now. I didn’t have any reason to listen to whatever bullshit he wanted to throw my way – but I stayed still and let him come close.

There was a safe distance apart that we could have been, but this definitely wasn’t it. He was close enough that I could smell his cologne, the same one he always wore. His face was far too close as I could see all of the little places I loved to leave kisses before. I sighed. I didn’t want those memories. I didn’t want him. I didn’t want anything.

“Why?” he asked with his head cocked.

I looked left to right a few times before my gaze fell back to him, “Why what?”

“Why don’t you want those memories?” he whispered.

My eyes grew wide once again and I felt my stomach lurch. Had I said all of that out loud? I groaned again. He was so infuriating that I couldn’t even keep my thoughts to myself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I simply said.

Jimin laughed lightly. “You don’t have to tell me, I’ll know either way. I just assumed you’d rather give out the information knowingly.”

Okay, now I was confused. What was he talking about? Did he go crazy in the two years he had left? Hell, that’s making the most sense right now. He surely didn’t seem in his right mind. “I think you should go.”

He shook his head. “I’ve finally come back and you want me to go?”

“Yep. I don’t need,” I gestured to his body, “this in my life.”

He smirked the devilish smirk that had always made me weak in the past – and well, I guess it still did. “You used to enjoy,” he gestured to his body, “this.

I let out a shaky breath. “Okay, Jimin. Quit with the act. Tell me why you’re here.”

With a shrug, he grabbed my hand causing me to immediately cringe away, but his strength was no match for my lack of and he gripped my hand firmly. “I’m here for you.”

“You’re joking, right?”

He shook his head again. “Why would you think that?”

“You left me for two years!”

That’s when he decided to bite his lip and it sent my pulse into overdrive. He knew that was one of my weakness. “It had nothing to do with you, love. I didn’t leave by choice.”

That just sounded like some lame excuse. “You don’t make any sense!”

Jimin rubbed my hand with his gently, “You haven’t agreed to let me explain everything.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me before you left?” I whined out, feeling all of the feelings I once felt for him rushing back into my head. I wanted to push them out, to protect myself from feeling any more after Jimin effects, but I couldn’t. Jimin was enticing me in the stupidest ways.

“To protect you.”

“So, you didn’t leave me because you were tired of me?” I asked in a small voice as I wondered where all my strength went. Oh, that’s right, I bet it’s on the floor with the doorknob.

His eyes softened, “My love, I will never be tired of you.”

“You still love me, after all this time?”

“No amount of time will stop me from loving you.” He paused for a moment before going on, “You still love me?” he questioned.

I sighed. “I wish I didn’t. It took me a whole year to convince myself that I was over you and now here you come walking all over my resolve.”

Jimin touched my face softly, “I have no intention of ever hurting you like that again. You’re all I want and that I’ve wanted. These past two years, I’ve still been yours. I wasn’t with anyone else, I didn’t think about anyone else, hell, I didn’t even look in anyone’s direction. And if you did? I don’t blame you at all.”

I couldn’t help but lean into his caress. “Explain it all to me then. Explain to me why I should let you back in like nothing ever happened.”

Pulling on my hand, he led me to the dining room as he remembered the layout of the house we once shared together. He pushed me down into a chair and then pulled one out and as close to mine as he could. Jimin grabbed both of my hands and stared me in the eyes, “It’s a long story… and you won’t like all of it.”

In that moment, I noticed something off about Jimin. When I first saw him, I thought everything was the same as it had always been, but upon further investigation, I quickly realized that something wasn’t right. My blood felt like it iced over when I realized that the eyes that bore into mine weren’t the same dark eyes that Jimin always had. Instead, his eyes were now an ice blue – something so shocking that I gasped and tried to pull away from him.

Jimin held firmly and sighed, “I told you I have a lot to explain.”

“You-u-r e-eyes,” I stuttered out, “They weren’t like that.” I was shaking now.

He rubbed my hands. “Don’t be afraid. I’m still the same man you loved… just different.”

Those words couldn’t be further from the truth as I stared into his eerie eyes and listened to him tell me things I wasn’t sure I was ready for.


and you drive me wild

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PART SIX: Let’s make your outfit look hot

“Laf?” Alex called from his bedroom. He was standing in front of his bed, six different outfits spread out in front of him.

“Oui, mon ami?” Lafayette poked his head into Alex’s room. He had little green spots all over his face–– a face mask to treat his nonexistent acne.

“I can’t decide on what to wear,” Alex whined.

“Mon ami, seriously?” Laf asked, picking up the suit Alexander wore to all of the Washington’s uber formal events.

Alex gave a nervous laugh and shrugged. “I… wanted to make a good first impression?”

Laf shoved the suit at Alex for him to hang back up in the closet. While Alex was doing so, Laf had rejected three more potential outfits.

Alex went to gather them up when Laf stopped him.

“I must tell you why not to wear these for this kind of moment or you will never learn,” he said. He cleared his throat as he picked up the first outfit, a faded t-shirt for an obscure band and torn jeans. “This is not at all you,” Laf said. “Wasn’t this a Halloween costume?”

Alex blushed. “But what if he likes the whole grunge thing?”

Lafayette tsked. “Mon ami, do not lie about who you are or what you like to get a boy or girl or anyone. Ever. It is not worth it.”

With that, he picked up the next outfit, a bright blue polo shirt and khakis. “Alexander, mon ami,” Laf said, cocking an eyebrow at his brother. “What the, how you say, fuck?”

“Remember my job at the snack shack on the golf course last summer?”

“You were going to wear your work uniform?” Lafayette exclaimed. “I do not believe I even have to explain why you should never do that.” He shoved the clothes into Alex’s arms.

“I was trying to look professional!” Alex said.

“Professionally bad a fashion,” Laf muttered.

Alex glared at him, but stayed silent. Lafayette was just trying to help, after all, even if he was being the ultimate sass queen about it.

“And this little number,” Laf said, holding up the final outfit. It consisted of tight black pants and a purple sequins top. “This was from a talent show performance. From eighth grade. Do you even fit it anymore?”

“Fuck off,” Alex muttered, swiping the outfit out of Laf’s hands.

“Were you going to wear the hat, too, and bring your wand?”

“LAF I SWEAR––”

“Ah, I am only teasing, mon ami,” Laf said with a wink.

Alexander crossed his arms and huffed at his brother.

“Now, let us look at the final two outfits.”

All that was left were two pairs of dark blue jeans, a collared flannel shirt, and a dark green cable knit sweater.

“The sweater,” Laf said confidently. “It goes well with your skin and brings out your eyes.”

Alexander studied the sweater. “And which pair of jeans?”

Laf looked at each pair before turning to Alex in confusion. “They are the same, non?”

“One has more of a distressed look than the other,” Alex said as if it should have been obvious.

“And are you distressed, mon ami?” Laf said, his tone light.

“Always,” Alex mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Then the more distressed ones it is!” Laf turned to leave the room, but stopped short of the doorway. “And when you are done, mon ami, come to my room. I will fix your hair.”

“But my hair is fine, L––”

“I will fix it,” Laf said again.

Alex knew it was useless to argue. “Fine,” he said with a sigh.

“Magnifique,” Lafayette said with a grin. “Let us prepare for game night!”

Okay so I talk a lot about Grantaire and trans boy Enjolras having a child but please take a moment to imagine -

- Their son with a mop of dark curls and Enjolras’ eyes being a force to be reckoned with because he has Enjolras’ temper and conviction but armed with the wit and sass of Grantaire. 

- Enjolras and Grantaire getting a phonecall from his confused teacher because ‘We asked the children to draw a picture of their family and there’s a LOT of people in this picture?’ because small citizen has included all of Les Amis. 

- Feuilly teaching him how to make paper fans and origami swans that end up being left everywhere around the house and the Musain and basically everywhere.

- Bahorel who, as the tallest member of Les Amis, lifts the little one onto his shoulders during meetings so he can watch his papa speechify even though he’s too young to understand what Enjolras is getting so riled up about.

- Jehan teaching him how to make flower crowns. It becomes mandatory for Les Amis to wear them during meetings. Enjolras manages, somehow, to look terrifying even with a badly made string of daisies in his hair.

- Enjolras being interrupted mid-speech by small hands grabbing at his pants to get his attention and being proudly presented with a drawing his son has made. Enjolras for once in his life dropping everything to praise him and kiss his forehead before firing right back into his rant with his son in his arms like nothing happened. 

- Enjolras coming home one day to find the kitchen is covered in paint. Grantaire is covered in paint. The child is covered in paint. ‘We made posters for your rally!’. Soon Enjolras is also covered in paint.

- Combeferre gets him one of those star projector things and he adores it and makes his parents leave it on for him every night when he goes to sleep.

- Courfeyrac hosting tea parties with him, in full princess regalia. Enjolras is outraged by the implication that his son is being taught to be sympathetic towards the concept of monarchy (He goes off on a rant about abuse of power that Courfeyrac and Small Citizen do not listen to as they are quite busy eating imaginary cake)

- Grantaire absolutely adoring his baby and proudly proclaiming that he was the best thing he’s ever made, joking that he’s his ‘masterpiece’. Grantaire slowly getting better at loving himself because this small child looks at him with so much awe, like he’s the greatest thing in the world, and it’s impossible not to believe it sometimes. 

- Marius and Cosette babysitting him. Cosette thinks he’s a darling and Marius is slightly intimidated by him because this small human has Enjolras’ genes and that’s terrifying and also oh god if he loses so much as a hair on his head I’ll have to face Enjolras’ wrath…small child think Marius is hilarious.

- Eponine who is the best babysitter ever as far as the child is concerned because she always sneaks around sweets (I mean nobody has to know she shoplifted them, she can’t exact afford luxuries) and sometimes her little brother comes over too and he’s so much fun…

- Joly being the baby’s favouite doctor to go to because he manages to make shots not scary because afterall ‘Joly was the gayest of them all’ 

- Joly, Chetta and Bossuet looking after him some days and having the best playdates known to man that always go a little awry because terrible luck manages to befall Bossuet, usually in harmless and comical ways. 

- Trans girl Chetta who helps Enjolras explain the gender thing to him, and proclaims herself fearsome mother bear to him should anyone ever give him any trouble. 

- E and R’s son growing up fully aware of the situation with Enjolras and being taught about gender at a young age. He gives a very serious speech about it in his class when he gets questions about why he doesn’t have a mother. 

Green Eyed Monster (Part 3 - Final)

Prompt: Imagine a new girl coming onto your team at the BAU to replace Emily, but Reid and her take a shine to each other and it doesn’t settle well with you…

Warnings: Language, jealousy

Word Count: 1254

Note: Beta’d by my amazing betaaaa @like-a-bag-of-potatoes thank you a million!

I want to thank all of you who asked to be tagged and wanted more of this fic. I honestly didn’t think anyone would care for it. Also, I feel like I should explain why the reader says she’s good at hiding emotions but so clearly has outbursts. The key thing is, is that nothing has ever challenged reader’s feelings for Reid until now. It’s easy to ignore something that doesn’t have to surface.

Also, this next part seems like I make JJ a bitch, but it’s more of me being protective over Reid since it’s based around season 7 episode 2…

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings @fandomlover03 @skeletoresinthebasement

Part 1

Part 2

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Two months had passed and Jesus Christ what a roller coaster. Emily was back from the dead, literally. Seeing her was like breathing fresh air but immediately the air became contaminated. You had missed her but more importantly, Reid had missed her. Losing her sent him into a bad depression for months earlier in the year. He had even confided in you that he was thinking of going back on dilaudid. Thankfully, you had talked him out of it.

Not to mention, now JJ was back on the team and you never got along well with JJ. She was always more concerned with the touchy feely side of the mission rather than actually getting the job done and you could never stand that. Or perhaps it was yet another bout of jealousy, as her and Reid seemed to be the closest.

Between Reynolds and JJ, you were losing your mind with two perky, bubbly blondes that effectively did nothing. You sucked it up though because you knew if your bad behavior toward Reynolds continued, you wouldn’t stay on the team much longer. You were also keenly aware that the team would eventually deduce why you didn’t like her.

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3 decades of bestie's

Klaroline Drabble with a Carenzo brotp, Klaus is a little (maybe more than a little) jealous

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Enzo St. John was the bane of his bloody existence.

After three long decades Caroline was Klaus’, the unpleasantries of Mystic Falls long forgotten, Caroline’s worldview in more shades of grey, and Klaus learning to live a life not on the run meant a beautiful bossy blond was finally ready to let him show her the world, evidently with her new ‘bestie’ in tow.

In all fairness she had explored most of Europe with just him, the memories of her lithe body moving against him, panting into his ear as the cool Parisian air blew lightly around them, the Eiffel Tower a backdrop as she rode him on their hotel balcony and made him thank gods he didn’t believe in, still a delightfully vivid memory burned into his brain, and one he used to force himself to refrain from tearing Enzo’s intestines out and chocking him with them every time Enzo dared Caroline to steal a piece of art as some ongoing game they had going for the last 30 years (although the mischievous twinkle in her eyes did something to his self-control), or when he whispered some random word into her ear that for some reason made her burst out laughing. It annoyed him to no end that she only ever explained by telling him it was an inside joke. It also didn’t help that he simply hated asking things, because really he was over a 1000 years old he should be able to figure out why the word “crackerjack” made the love of his life laugh uncontrollably. But alas all the annoyances of Enzo would have to live on, Klaus would never deny Caroline of her best friend, would never dream of denying her anything that made her happy. Because, although he would never admit it to anyone but her, Caroline was what made him happy, although that word seemed to be wholly underwhelming for his feelings for her, he meant it in the fullest sense. Her smile made him smile, her wit ignited him, those delicious little sounds she made for him pushed him over the edge. And so he couldn’t kill him, no matter how much Enzo’s excessively long beauty rituals, or constant foot tapping made Klaus want to throttle him, he couldn’t take away any of her happiness.

Enzo had joined them after they had been traveling together for nearly a year. Klaus took her to his beloved New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and upon dragging her to his compound, itching to see her naked and writhing in a place he once called home, he was instead royally upset to find an unwelcome guest, who, in his option was far too at ease in his presence.

An excited screech from Caroline, a fond ‘Gorgeous!’ from Enzo and Klaus’ love literally running into the arms of another man had Klaus digging his nails into his hand, drawing blood, and unknowingly letting a bit of his wolf features out to play.

He calmed himself, of course, because, obviously Caroline liked this raven-haired vampire who felt entirely too comfortable calling Klaus’ love an endearment, and he had no intention of driving her away by biting her friend. And so he had, albeit reluctantly, invited him to stay with them, and then to enjoy Mardi Gras with them, all while trying very hard to not decapitate his head with a slap for the casual arm he had strewn across Caroline’s waist. Klaus had expected the man, who Caroline seemed to have inside joke after inside joke with, to leave after the festivities. Apparently he had other plans. When Klaus pointed out their guest’s extended stay, Caroline had painstakingly explained to Klaus how she and Enzo had made so many plans and how she owed him and couldn’t he just try to be friends with him?

Which is how Klaus Mikaelson, The Original Hybrid, found himself ‘backpacking’ through India, carrying luggage, whilst being, what can really only be described as, a third wheel. Originally the plan was for Caroline and Enzo to go to India for 2 weeks and then for Caroline to meet up with Klaus in Tokyo, for what Klaus was sure was going to be a week of fantastic sex as they finished off the three cities he promised to whisk her off to many moons ago. He had been so looking forward to watching her face light up as her mouth formed that adorable little 'o’ it always did when she was absorbing a new culture, as well as the less adorable and more mind-blowingly sexy little 'o’ shape her lips always made when she came, intensely and loudly, as she always did when they christened a new city.

But then Enzo, the mouthy bastard, had made a comment about how excited he was to have 'slumber parties’ just like 'the good-old days’ with Caroline when it was just the two of them. Of course he said it with a wink with the express purpose of pissing Klaus off, which Klaus knew, of course. And obviously Klaus wasn’t jealous because Caroline loved him and he wasn’t a high school boy who needed to watch over his girl.

He was just worried about Carolines safety is all.

Yup.

See India could be a very dangerous country, and Klaus simply thought he should tag along to make sure they were safe. The fact that Caroline and Enzo were both very capable vampires, one who started fighting and winning supernatural fights since she turned, and the other a survivor of 70 years of torture, was of little importance to Klaus.

So he joined them, Caroline more than a little annoyed at his possessiveness and Enzo throughly amused by it. And it absolutely, completely, unquestionably did not make his fangs pop out and his bloodlust roar when he witnessed Enzo pull Caroline onto his back for piggyback rides with such ease and comfort it had to have been a frequently practiced event, or when Caroline would wake early to go to Enzo’s room to act as if she were his lover to scare off his one night stands.

Nope not at all.

And when a walk through a crowded market led to him and Enzo cut off from Caroline, he absolutely, positively did not contemplate snapping the man’s neck and kicking him under a fabric stand, just for a few hours away from his incessant chatter.

And if a wall or two got punched and consequently shattered, well isn’t that much better than Caroline knowing that Enzo’s comfort with her body was driving him to the brink of insanity? He thought so.

It wasn’t that he thought they had been or were currently sleeping together (Caroline had assured him that no, they never so much as kissed). It wasn’t even that he suspected Enzo would make a play for his love (he had thought it, originally, and who could blame him really, the guy called her Gorgeous every 30 seconds. But time and stories let that worry rest, slightly). It wasn’t even the usually ever-present fear of betrayal that had haunted him the last 1000 years (if there was one thing he learnt in the year they toured Europe, it was that when Caroline was in she was All In). No there wasn’t any rational, sane reason why 2 weeks in New Orleans and almost 2 weeks in India had Klaus, a man who waited 1000 years to break a single curse, developing an eye twitch. It was, plain and simple, jealously. Enzo had spent the last 30 years with her, bumming around the globe, partying, laying on the beach for days at a time, it made sense that he had jokes and comfort with her that Klaus didn’t yet, but that didn’t quell that burn that started in his chest and fell to his stomach.

What grounded him (what always grounded him) was her lips. Because even when Enzo was the one making her laugh, it was still her, Klaus’ love, full of light, who’s lip curved into that beautiful shape, which never failed to surpass that jealously.

And in the end, it was his arms she was sleeping in. His love she chose now, when it mattered, and forever. Because although he wished he hadn’t missed the last 3 decades with her, it was what they needed, to be ready for an eternity. So Klaus supposed on some level, perhaps, Enzo wasn’t all that horrible (perhaps he had slightly helped Caroline grow to understand the world and the role of good and bad in it), all though Klaus maintained the man’s beauty rituals were still exhausting.

The Big Reveal: Muse A finds out Muse B is a supernatural creature!
  1. “What are you?”
  2. “Nice costume!”
  3. “Are you real?”
  4. “Am I dreaming?”
  5. “Is this the part where you eat me?”
  6. “I swear I’ll keep your secret, just don’t kill me!”
  7. “Please don’t kill me!”
  8. “Please don’t hurt me!”
  9. “That is so awesome!”
  10. “You’re beautiful.”
  11. “This is totally going on YouTube!”
  12. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
  13. “This can’t be real.”
  14. “I knew it!”
  15. “This is impossible.”
  16. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  17. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
  18. “How could you keep this a secret?”
  19. “You realize I’m going to have to report this, don’t you?”
  20. “I should report this.”
  21. “You’re a monster!”
  22. “I can’t keep this quiet.” 
  23. “It was you this whole time.”
  24. “Please don’t tell anyone!”
  25. “You reach for that phone and I will kill you.”
  26. “I can’t let you expose me.”
  27. “I have to kill you now.”
  28. “What part of knocking do you not understand?”
  29. “Wait! Let me explain!”
  30. “This is not what it looks like.”
  31. “Forget you ever saw me.”
  32. “I couldn’t tell you.”
  33. “I was waiting for the right time to tell you.”
  34. “I was going to tell you.”
  35. “This is all in your head.”
  36. “Turn around and forget you ever saw this.”
  37. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
  38. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
  39. “Don’t be afraid.”
  40. “Why aren’t you afraid?”
  41. “You should be afraid of me.”
  42. “You don’t know what they do to people like me.”
  43. “You know what they do to people like me.”
  44. “I have just as much right to live as you do!”
  45. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”
Companions react to sole wearing their (the Companions’) clothes, imitating them while they think they’re asleep.

Here’s the first ‘It’s my birthday I’m back! ’ post! :D 

X6-88:
X6 doesn’t really sleep at all. He doesn’t need to, after all. He merely dozes off a little to soothe Sole, considering vigilance when Sole is in such a vulnerable state of the essence. Nevertheless Sole didn’t know this small fact yet. He was too curious to figure out what they were gonna do to stop them as he heard Sole getout of the bed and put on clothes. Relatively surprised he only opened his eyes when he heard them go “ You should try to protect your son’s legacy. Why would I talk to these ignorant people when I can shoot them! And I think you’re the best warrior out there.” 
“ Excuse me, what?” And there Sole had finally managed to do it; surprise the synth who knows all. He raised his eyebrows at their outfit, correction, his
“ What … part do I have to explain?” 
“ I never called you the best warrior. I just said you’re tougher than anyone I’ve ever met.” 
“ Well you also never said you love me. With you everything is kinda implied.” He sighed, got up and pulled Sole to them, kissing them. Sole smiled. “ By the way, I think I ought to put on your clothes more often, cause eh, you look better without anyway.”

Synth!Codsworth:

Sole put on Codsworth’s bowler hat. The only thing he could still properly wear as far as his old ‘clothing’ went, now he was a synth. “ All of this sure beats housework! Have you heard this one Sir/Mum? The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense. Isn’t that hilarious! I’m the most adorable, righteous thing you’ve ever met.” Sole jumped when they heard “You know me too well, darling.” behind them. Sole expected a confused or even annoyed look but got dissapointment instead.
“ Hey, why are you looking sad?”
“ You called me a ‘thing’, Mum/Sir. I presumed you did not think of me as such.” 
Sole rushed to the bed, dropping the hat in the meanwhile. “Oh honey, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re amazing and you’re way more than a thing. It was just a matter of speech.” He looked a little more hopeful but still seemed to doubt their words.
“ I wouldn’t be walking what’s left of this earth, trust you with my life, wouldn’t be sharing this bed with you every night if I thought of you as a ‘thing’.” A small smile spread across his face. 

Deacon:
“ So, there’s three ways of manipulating people; caps, ego and what they believe in. What I believe in? Oh well, I’m a magical unicorn! One time, I got a face change and was a girl for a few months. “
“ Auch, that was a weak rendition of my amazing wit.“ Sole smiled.
“ You’re just jealous cause I look better in all of this than you.” Sole lowered the sunglasses and winked. He got up laughing. “ Really? In that case I’ll just put on yours huh? See how good of a ‘you’ I can be! “ 
Sole looked at him slit-eyed. “ Don’t you dare.”
“ Oops. ” He slipped on their clothes and started speaking in their tone of voice. “ Hi! I’m the big saviour of the Commonwealth. Lemme just take this and that. That’s stealing you say? Well… I wanna be good, life’s just not letting me.”
Sole smiled and looked him straight in the eyes. “ Hi. I’m Deacon, at least that’s what everyone thinks my name is. I’m a sarcastic smartass with a heart of gold. You see…” Sole took the glasses off.  “I wanna be bad but I am just not letting me. In a world full of bulshit… I’m a diamond in the rough.” Deacon looked down, evading eye contact. Sole walked to him and put their arms around his waist. “ Close enough?” 
“ Never close enough. Nobody can figure me out… “
“ But I am getting dangerously close.”
“ No comment.”

Hancock:
Sole had always been kinda intruiged by the outfit Hancock donned, the one that gave him his name. The hat turned out a bit too big for them but they went with it. “ Welcome to my town! The home of chaos and mayhem. So it’s basically just like me. Of the people, for the people! “
“ Hey! What’s wrong with a little chaos?” Hancock had his hands behind his head as he watched Sole’s reaction. They turned around quickly, had the hat fall down a little. Sole decided to just take it off.
“ I didn’t know that…”
“ Looks good on you. Then again, what doesn’t?” The ghoul grinned, reminding Sole of that terminal in the Memory Den. ‘If you think Hancock is dangerous and handsome now you should’ve seen him before he turned ghoul.’ Even now his strong jaw and irresistable grin was getting to them. Hancock got up and yanked Sole back into the bed. “ Last night you weren’t complaining about choas.” The hot kisses on their neck shut Hancock up entirely. 
“ Maybe I should just take this off..”
“ Hmmm… maybe.”

MacCready:

Sole slipped out of bed carefully, knowing that MacCready would wake up easily. Courtesy of being with the gunners for too long… always sleeping with one eye open. They managed and took away his clothes, putting them on. The pants proved so bad of a fit that they decided to just leave them be.
“  I’d do anything for a pile of caps. I’m a gun for hire and ruthless but oh, is that a kid… in need of my help? Well in that case… I’ll just help out this once. Maybe. No, no I’m not tearing up, I got this branch in my eye. You see, it’s a hard world out there and… I am totally a bad guy, yeah, uhu. Except when I’m not. Don’t listen to them that’s not ‘always’.  ” As Sole turned around they found MacCready with a smug grin and one eyebrow raised. Sole looked at him, jaw dropped and it only took a fraction of a second before they both bursted out laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
“ You’re doing wonders for my ego right now..”
“ I’m sorry, it just seemed like fun to do that.”
“ Uh-hu. So that’s how you really think of me huh? Need me to toughen up?”
“ No… if you did you’re not welcome in my bed anymore even. “
“ Ah… speaking of which I don’t mind you walking around in my clothes but eh, there are better looks for someone with a body like yours.” 
“ Really? Like what?” Sole knew where this was going. 
“ Well…” MacCready started to kiss them and lean them back on the bed. That was enough of a cue for Sole.

Nick:

Sole always had felt like putting on that trenchcoat and finally saw their chance. They slipped out of the bed and put it on carefully. They presumed Nick was on some sort of power saving mode or whatever as long as they were asleep so why not give this a go? Sole slipped on the trenchcoat and put on the hat, feeling just right. “ Nick Valentine, tin can detective man with a plan. Hey kid, where are you off to? There’s always another case to close! If I get lucky I might even close one this month! “
Sole tried to hold back some laughter. He was always so perfect they had to take a jab at him one way or another.
Valentine cleared his throat as Sole’s eyes widened. Shit.
‘I don’t get lucky, I make my own luck.” Sole flung the hat towards the chair as fast as possible and tried to get his focus to anything but the coat clinging to their body. It seemed stuck, like they completely blanked on how to take off a piece of clothing.
“ You do realise ‘getting lucky’ actually means…”
Nick got out of the bed and smiled at Sole. “Why did you think I chose to word it that way?”

Preston:
Sole knew Preston to be a pretty deep sleeper once he managed to actually drift off… so deep that they didn’t know how he managed to survive out there so easily. Sole didn’t even really put in any effort to be quiet, figured that stealth simply wasn’t necessary. They kept an eye on him, still tangled up in the sheets. Putting on his clothes and hat was amusing enough, but it had nothing on finally impersonating them.  
“  Ah, babe, there you are. A settlement needs help,. Let me mark it on your map. Nooo, we don’t have time for half-naked make-out sessions: settlements. Oh, I can’t join right now. Nope. Shit to do. People to see.” Sole winked and threw the hat to the bed… ah shit… that was meant to hit the floor and not him.”
“ Well you were already being rude I guess throwing stuff on me is just an extra.” 
Sole just grimaced. “Okay, how much of that did you hear?” Preston propped his hands behind his head and sat up, putting the hat on his head. Sole figured he probably had no idea what they’d mean when they would say he looked a bit like a stripper being shirtless with that kinda cowboy hat so opted not to even bring it up. Especially considering the fact he did not look that amused.
 “ Oh, I heard enough.” Preston looked as serious as they’d ever seen him. Please don’t say I fucked this up over something this stupid.  “ Hey babe, you know it’s not nice to gossip right?”
Sole cleared their throat “It’s only gossip if you talk to someone else about someone actually. Which I wouldn’t.”  
He got out of the bed, looking them straight in the eye as he walked up to them. He put his hat back on their head before starting to smile and saying ‘Nailed it, come here.” and hugging them. 
“ Sorry for being so busy with the Minutemen babe. I didn’t know it bothered you so much.” 
“ No, I get it. I am part of the Minutemen too, an essential part even… but dude when I wanna stay at sanctuary and be with you leave the settlements to our recruits for once?”

Danse:
Okay, Danse is pretty much military… he’d jump up and be ready to defend both of them in a second if he heard as much as a pin drop. So Sole figured that if they wanted to get into that power armour unnoticed they’d better really, really wear him out the night before. They grinned at Danse, sleeping with his mouth slightly open, and resisted the temptation to just let their hand go through his hair. Sole got up on tiptoes and managed to reach the power armour and get into it. They surpressed the urge to curse as the clanking could potentially wake Danse up after all. Sole held their breath, as if that would make any difference, while Danse turned around with his eyes still closed. Or so they thought… Sole whispered as they tried to impersonate him, just in case.
” I started as nothing and ended as nothing. Truly. I’m not some sort of forever young and hot supersoldier. Or literally the most adorable person in the world when in love. I don’t even know love. “ Danse first didn’t respond, didn’t want to. Not understanding the sarcasm he just felt hurt. Until he felt Sole get back into the bed, laying as closely to him as possible with their hand around his waist as good as was possible considering Danse’s physique. “Except you are. And you do. You’re more human than most people I’ve met in my life. I love you.”
Danse just smiled, feeling some sort of strangely human inner glow, and figured it would not be the best choice to let Sole know he heard that, the first time, like that. 

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

Maxson:
Sole honestly didn’t give a damn about Maxson noticing anything. He had to loosen up anyway. They pried themselves from under his arm, sat up for a second to inspect if he really was asleep and then walked up to his pants. As Sole put each item of clothing they managed to find on, they tossed their own clothing pieces on a pile so at least getting dressed again wouldn’t take an hour. In the meanwhile, Sole had time to reflect one thing; how does he act when he’s the high and mighty elder? Not this man in their bed with humanity and weaknesses but the persona, the leader who instills fear in his enemies and sometimes even his allies. “ I am the mighty Elder Maxson, abominations tremble before me and my brethren invoke my name to rally them into battle. Hey! I heard that! Stop talking about me fucking my Sentinel! We did not do it in the canteen! Such thing is below us. Carry on with your work! That is an order.” 
Sole jumped up as they suddenly felt a pair of arms tightly wrapped around them, and the one and only man talking straight into their ear ‘I’m the one who gives the orders, remember?”

A memory away part 8

Allura called them to the control room “oh boy we have to-” Lance said but Keith pulled him “don’t…don’t go” Keith said kissing Lance back part of his neck “k-Keith…the a-alarm” Lance said “its fake it’s a drill” Keith whisper bitting Lance cat ear softly making Lance moan “Paladins we can survive much longer!” Allura yelled Lance turn to face Keith who kissed him “we could be dying you know?” Lance said “the castle will be shaking this is a drill” Keith said kissing Lance more passionate.

After a few minutes the alarm didn’t stop so Keith had to breaks the kiss, both of them got dressed and walk to the control room where Allura was pissed “too…slow” Allura said looking at the red and blue paladin “what if this was a real fight?!” Allura yelled “the castle will be shaking and our lions will be calling us to action” Keith answered pulling a giggle out of Lance Pidge and hunk Matt was trying to hold back but a smile across his face was making him seen less mature “Keith Allura is right” shiro said “so am I if this was a real attack the castle will shake the alarm will sound and our lions will call us that’s how it always happen” Keith said.

“He has a point” Pidge said Allura let out a sigh “Lance how are your memories doing” Allura ask “oh not very well but not bad either I remember my earth family and the time Blue choose me” Lance said “other than that is just pieces and flashes” he said his team gave him a sad smile “you’ll remember everything I promise” pidge said and hug Lance, Lance hugged Pidge back and a couple ticks later a sound start to come out of Lance it was a purr.

Keith looked at Lance he was purring but he felt so jealous and for some reason Keith saw Pidge like a threat “Lance are you purring?” Hunk ask Lance turn bright red “n-no I’m not” Lance said trying to hold back the purr the whole team laugh Lance was so embarrassed “don’t worry Lance we don’t get bother about you purring” Matt said “yeah is actually kinda cute” shiro said placing his hand on Lance shoulder “you’re like a cute cat” shiro said Keith now was seeing shiro as a huge threat ‘what is this feeling’ Keith thought “wow Lance do you use perfume? You smell good” Shiro said sniffing Lance “really?” Hunk ask getting close too “oh my god Lance you smell like cinnamon and bacon” hunk said “what? For me he smelled like Sakura and green tea” shiro said suddenly the whole team was smelling Lance Keith was so pissed.

“Mmmm I say he smelled more like toothpaste and lily flowers” Pidge said “I smell altean flowers and” Allura took another sniff “oh blickocl” Allura said “Bli-what?” Pidge ask “Blickocl is an altean desert and is delicious” Allura said “it looks like Lance smells different for all of us well for me he doesn’t have a smell Hey Keith! Come here” Matt said Keith didn’t hesitate he didn’t want to show he was upset but he wanted people to stay away from Lance “what does Lance smell like for you?” Matt ask Keith looked at Lance who blushed instantly Keith took a deep breath close to Lance neck getting fill by the sweat scent “so what do you smell?” Pidge ask “well I smell….” Keith said taking another deep breath “I smell ssanghwa-cha” another deep breath “hibiscus syriacus” again “fresh breath and…” Keith said “and?” Pidge ask 'and Lance natural smell’ Keith thought “and that’s it” Keith said pulling away from Lance.

“Well I’m going back to my nnnnnnnn-room” Lance said omegas usually hide their nests from other people even if Lance consider himself in a pack he rather to share his nest only with his alpha “wait Lance why can we all detect scents on you?” Matt ask “oh you don’t know?” Lance said “no…is there anything we should know?” Pidge ask after 30 minutes the team understood “because humans and alteans are good receptors some of the magic of my mother fuse with your biology making you have some instincts of your respective social class” Lance said “so me shiro and Keith have alpha instincts, hunk Allura and coran beta instincts and Matt omega right?” Pidge said “exactly Pidge” Lance said “ohhhh I CAN EXPERIMENT ON MYSELF!!!” Matt said running off the room Pidge was the techno nerd meanwhile Matt was the bio nerd so he was more than happy when he discover he could experiment with his omega instincts.

“Oh nO YOU DON’T” Pidge said running behind her brother the whole team laugh and then head to their respective rooms except Keith, keith followed Lance to his room/nest Lance didn’t seem bother he was actually they both lay on the nest and Lance face Keith “so i smell like sanagwa?” Lance said Keith scoff “is pronounce ssanghwa cha and is a Korean tea my favorite if I’m honest then I said hibiscus syriacus that is a Korean flower and is beautiful” Keith said “so I smell like tea and a flower for you?” Lance said “not only that you smelled delicious for me like those things but also you smell like rain and waterfalls with a pinch of fresh air and fresh cut grass” Keith said Lance cover his mouth blushing “ok ok…I get it….stop” Lance said Keith kissed his hand “why? Are you shy?” Keith teased “No! Is just…your voice sound hot when you talk about how I smell” Lance said “oh…hey Lance why do you smell good for everyone?” Keith ask trying to hide his jealousy “oh it’s because I’m in heat my pheromones let out a scent that affect alphas and Betas mostly alphas making me smell good for them it change when it’s a different person” Lance said “aren’t pheromones for sex?” Keith ask “well good eye Sherlock” Lance chuckle “of course they are that’s why the heat process exist and that’s why I have suppressants” Lance said “so…” Keith said Lance sigh.

“When I’m in heat the first two days and last two days my scent will be stronger than ever that’s why I should not leave my nest at any moment it could be dangerous if an alpha caught me that’s when omegas are most fertile usually omegas spend their heats with their alpha but if there’s no alpha then the omega will be alone we don’t let anyone in it could be dangerous also pheromones act like an aphrodisiac making the omega and the alpha or beta have more energy” Lance explain “so you smell good to the other ones because they want to fuck you?” Keith said Lance nod blush “basically” Lance answered and Keith kissed him “how many alphas touch you before me?” Keith ask “none my sister made sure of that she will always hiss to keep anyone who got too close to my nest away” Lance said 'Mine’ Keith thought.

“My kitty” Keith whisper to Lance as he kisses his neck “so you can take your suppressant or…” Keith ask already knowing the answered “or an alpha could help me” Lance said “which alpha there are three in this ship choose one” Keith said “you” Lance pant “I choose you” Lance said “good kitty”

TO BE CONTINUE

(Ok yeah everything is so lovely dovely but [SPOILER ALERT] those are Keith instincts talking)

Coming Out

personally I’ve stopped coming out to people at this point, when I used to meet people it would be a big thing for me to come out as gay to them but then I realized that not one person ever came out to me telling me that their straight, because they don’t feel the need to because it’s “normal” to be straight. Being gay is no different, being gay is normal and it always has been. It’s like if I had a boyfriend and introduced him to people I wouldn’t have to explain my sexuality to anyone so why should it be any different when I introduce people to my girlfriend? My sexuality doesn’t define how good or bad of a person I am and it don’t make me any smarter or dumber and it most certainly don’t change my ability to do anything. People need to get over the idea that being gay, bi, asexual, or anything that you identify as isn’t normal, a person is a person no matter how they identify or who they date and they shouldn’t feel obligated to come out and make it bigger of a deal than it actually is.

You. Are. Valid. No. Matter. Who. You. Love.

milkandcookies528  asked:

7 with luke please and thank you!!!😘😘 i love your fics even though i just found your blog.😁

Thank you for your ask and your lovely comments. They mean a lot :) I hope you like this one! I found it a bit difficult to come up with a scenario but hopefully this works!

7 - “I thought you loved me.”

You tapped your pen nervously against the file in front of you as you surveyed your watch. You were going to be late. You bit your lip in frustration. You’d wanted everything to go perfectly tonight - it was your first date in a long time.

You sighed heavily as you bent down in your chair to rummage through the pile of papers on the floor next to you. Where was the coroner’s report? You had to finish writing up this case report as soon as possible. You heard footsteps approaching your desk. “Hey JJ, have you seen the-” you fell silent as you looked up. It wasn’t JJ. “Oh sorry, I thought you were JJ” you apologised, looking back down at the stack of documents in front of you in despair.

“Are you okay?” He sounded concerned as he tilted his head, assessing you with his dark eyes. You glanced at your colleague Luke Alvez, pondering whether you should explain your predicament. You twisted the pen in your hands anxiously, choosing to stare at the file in front of you instead of meeting his intense gaze.

“Oh I’m just trying to find this coroner’s report to finish up this case file” you admitted. You gestured towards the mostly empty office around you, “everyone else is gone so I thought I’d hand it in tonight, with the pressure Cruz is under and everything-”. You mentally cursed yourself for your babbling. Why were you so nervous?

Luke glanced at you curiously, moving to stand behind you. You failed to control your thundering heartbeat as he leant forwards to read your file over your shoulder. “Are you in a rush to get this done?” he asked. You shivered as his hot breath tickled your neck. You struggled to compose yourself. “Kind of, I have a- a-”

“Date” Luke curtly replied, finishing your sentence for you. You looked up at him in surprise. He knew? His face was so close to yours, you could almost feel his rough stubble on your cheeks. You knew that face so well.

You and Luke had been together. Well you’d tried to be together. You both cared a lot about each other. You both felt the connection between the two of you. But it just didn’t work. The pressures of the BAU combined with those of a relationship were just too much to cope with. You both valued each other too much to allow the other to suffer. You’d split up a month ago. But you both knew that your feelings lingered as strong as ever. You’d only given in to your friend’s demand to go on a date with one of the agents from Counterterrorism this week. You weren’t too keen on the idea but you had to get her off your back and you wanted to at least try to move on with your life.

“You know?” you asked, your voice faltering slightly as you did so - betraying your emotions.

“I know. Garcia told me” Luke replied quietly, both his voice unreadable. You noticed his jaw was tensed. An air of tension had settled between the two of you. You felt your stomach flutter nervously.

“It’s nothing really. I’m just doing it as a favour to my friend, she-” you began to protest. Although you couldn’t understand why you felt the need to explain yourself to Luke. After all, you weren’t together anymore.

“Y/N, it’s fine. Don’t ever feel as if you have to explain yourself to anyone - especially me” he told you. The calmness in his voice irritated you for some reason. “Look why don’t you take off, I’ll finish the case report. I was going to stay late anyway.” He didn’t wait for your response, he leant over you and easily picked up the pile of documents.

“You should get moving if you don’t want to be late.” He gave you a small smile. Irritation stirred within you. How could he be so nonchalant about this? You always knew Luke wasn’t the aggressive, jealous type. In fact, you had always been glad of his he confident and trusting nature. But you’d never expected him to help send you off on a date with another man. It was too uncomfortable for you. You felt your heart sink. Did you just not mean as much to him as you’d previously thought?

“Y/N, are you okay? You should really get going if you-”

“I don’t.” Your sharp response seemed to draw his attention.

“Sorry, you don’t what?” Luke asked, his eyebrows raised in confusion as he stepped closer to you.

“I don’t want to go on this date. In fact I don’t want to go on any date right now. Most of all, I don’t want you to help me go on dates with other men. I don’t want you to be okay with that.” You took a deep breath, “I- I thought you loved me.” You cursed yourself for sounding so weak but you couldn’t hold it in. You couldn’t understand how Luke could be so calm about your situation when you were still hurting. You knew that you would struggle to accept him going on dates with other women.

Luke stared at you intently, his dark eyes unreadable. An excruciating moment passed. You decided you’d had enough. You couldn’t be embarrassed any further. You grabbed your bag off the desk and went to walk towards the doors. A strong hand held your arm, holding you back. You lifted your gaze to meet Luke’s.

“I did. I do. I still do love you. I thought you knew that. It’s not something I can hide.” You felt your heart skip a beat at his confession. “Y/N, I don’t know how not to love you.” Luke reached forward to gently hold your face in his other hand. You felt warmth from his touch. “But I have to try to let you move on. You deserve to be happy.”

“But I don’t know if I can be without you” you murmured. This was the silent confession you’d finally admitted.

“Well you know what they say, what’s meant to be will always find a way.”

You just smiled.

anonymous asked:

100% captain swan is the opening of your header. Hmm I'd change that now since it sounds like you've got a ship ready to replace them. Sad really, I thought you were solely about cs but guess not.

Originally posted by bunnykillian

what’s sad is you assuming my want for a sassy friendship is me dismissing captain swan and that I want a new ship.

Here’s a bit of new for you… I hope you’re sitting down… Women and men can have friendships without wanting to fuck or falling in love.

It’s such a shock, I know.

When have I ever said i’m not into CS anymore? They’re still my no1 OTP and will be. But I don’t have to explain that to anyone.

Also, why the fuck should you care considering this hook is supposedly not real and not a part of once and is not in any way supposed to be acknowledged??

Peaceful

(Alternately titled, ‘In which Zelda actually tries to calm Link down for once, instead of riling him up’)

More of the Bashful Link AU – I recommend reading the rest of this universe if you haven’t already! 

It was a warm summer day. The sky was blue, the birds were singing, the grass was soft and green and dotted with flowers, and there was a picnic blanket laid out over the sunniest spot on the hill. By all accounts, it was a perfect day, with a perfect date to go along with it.

Though Link’s sense of propriety had held him back for years from asking her on a date like this—alone, and far from the castle—Zelda had been dropping hints for ages that she wanted to spend some time alone with him. And though he’d had his worries about being alone with his sweetheart, he wanted to make her happy. So he’d prepared a picnic lunch this warm summer day, and had taken her far away from the confines of Hyrule Castle. After all, picnics seemed to have been one of the better ideas for a date. Casual, comfortable, and not so romantic that either of them would be tempted to be improper.

Not to mention, it seemed impossible to find some time to spend with just Zelda. Though he didn’t like being fully alone—it was best to have a date in public, where they were held to standards and neither would try something improper—it was frustrating to always have their dates interrupted. He supposed it was only natural, with both of them being in positions of authority, but he hated having their dates cut short. Any time they were in public together, it seemed it was free reign for someone to approach them and demand their attention for any minor emergency that had risen.

So this picnic lunch was the perfect opportunity to get away from it all and just spend some quality time together.

Yes, by all accounts, this was one of the most perfect dates they’d ever had. It was almost worth setting aside his earlier reservations about being alone with each other.

Almost.

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A Suggestion for People Who Have been Accused of  Using Homophobic Language

I don’t think anyone should ever have to explain to their friends or society why using a slur hurts them. If your friend tells you that you referring to everything from mild inconveniences to poor choices by movie directors as “gay” is language that offends him… just stop it, okay? Don’t make him beg.

That said, I’m a gay man, and I’ve got some time on my hands, and I feel like explaining my viewpoint on this. But I’ll be brief.

I always like to start off saying that these are my personal thoughts on the subject: I’m just one guy. I could put all kinds of links here about how using that sort of language in your day to day life is demeaning and hurtful and bad for everybody, but I like to be transparent: if I did that, I’d just be typing “Using ‘gay’ as a synonym for ‘bad’” into Google and posting the links, and you could do that for yourself.

To people who makes joke about softball whenever a woman with short hair walks by, or who think “faggot” is a perfect substitute for “fool”, I hope to provide a little different perspective on the issue.

Kindly but Clueless Heterosexual Friend

I have a friend—grew up in conservative Texas, a real boy’s club ex-soldier—who was super supportive of me when I came out to him, and to this day is one of the most encouraging heterosexual friends I’ve ever had. When I told him I was gay, he decided he was going to stop saying “That’s gay” when he meant “I don’t like that.”

He felt like it was bad to say things like this, but confessed he didn’t know why though: he’d just seen around the internet that language like that was not preferred, and now that he had a gay friend, he felt a responsibility to start behaving differently.

When Everyone Buys the Same Clothes…

I described it like this:

Growing up in rural Wisconsin, the Green Bay Packers were a religion: people wore Green&Gold to church on game days, and the service usually ended early or was cancelled altogether so folks could get home for the game.

I never liked football—I was into playing soccer and watching baseball—and in fact hated how Packer fever took over the house every Sunday. I didn’t pretend to like the Packers, made my disdain known in that teen way.

But about 60% of any given thrift shop’s stock was Packer clothes, so about 60% of my clothes were second-hand Packers stuff. To anyone on the street, I was perfectly camouflaged as any old Packers fan, even though I didn’t want to be. If they asked, I’d go OFF about how I hated the Packers. But I only ‘talked’ to about 2% of the people who saw me where those colors.


Don’t Be Their Camouflage

To my friend, then:

Yeah, I know you are not a homophobe! You say things are ‘gay’ when you mean ‘disfavorable.’ You make jokes about pillow-biters, or about how any dude receiving a manicure must be gay somehow and should apologize. You say “no homo” after complimenting your friend. You make jokes about how long so-and-so’s been staring in the locker room. When you got owned in in Overwatch, you called that guy a ‘fag’.

I know that you are incredibly supportive of gay rights, and of my comfort and happiness in particular. Thanks, friend. You’re not a homophobe.

But you’re wearing their colors, at the end of the day. You’re pretty much indistinguishable from a homophobe. When I go out to a bar and a guy is talking like that: he could either be just some guy, ‘talking like guys do’, or he could be someone who’s going to try to jump me in the bathroom. Seriously, the spectrum’s pretty wide.

Bare Minimum ‘Activism’

I suppose, in my view, this little essay isn’t even ‘activism’: I’m not trying to convince anyone (in this post anyhow!) that it’s okay to be gay. If you’re reading this, you already think that. Here’s what I suggest:

We can’t see camouflaged allies. And we can’t see a threat when it’s dressed up in the same language everyone is using.

Let’s leave this language to the homophobes, huh? Let’s just remove the question altogether. If I walk into a bar and hear some guy tease his friend about being a ‘queer’ because he didn’t notice how hot the woman who just walked by was, can I just assume automatically that I am not safe around that man? Don’t camouflage yourself with homophobes, okay?

Do I think that this change will gradually do our society some good? Yeah, I mean, for sure, right? If only the homophobes are talking like homophobes, then hating gays isn’t normal any more, is it? It’s a special position with its own special vocabulary—like Flat Earthers or people who knit.

No need to go “Woah, buddy! It is not politically correct to call a guy ‘gay’ just because he wears pastels!” Use your friend’s slur as an opportunity to find out if your buddy is indeed a homophobe, you can even be nice about it. Ask away. Do I think there are steps you should take AFTER that? Sure. But this essay is getting long.

Homophobes are not going to work to distinguish themselves in our culture: they’re going to keep using those ‘things that everybody I knew grew up saying!’ So let them have that language, please? Just please help us ID them. If you don’t camouflage yourself as one of them, they can’t camouflage themselves as non-homophobes.

If you’re not a Packer fan, don’t dress like you love the team.

If you’re not a homophobe, don’t talk like you’re on their side.

dan explaining his sense of humour? honestly, that made my day

La chronicles: sometimes life is stupid.

No one…


And I do mean. No one. Not even people I can’t stand (ex). Should ever have to get up at three am


Why

The

Fuck

Do

We

Need

Denim photos shot at sunrise.


Why?


Can anyone explain how sunrise could possibly make denim look different.


side note, I better not see a heel taller than a pump. My toes are already saying no.


However on a bright bright side, I’m rested.

I Shouldn't Have Said That Part 1- George Weasley Imagine

Anonymous said:
I was wondering if you could do a george/twins one shot where the reader is a girl in gryffindor, who’s best friends with the twins even though she’s a year below them? But George and y/n get into a massive argument and end up shouting etc. and really insulting and hurting eachother? And they’re both really stubborn so they both continue being really nasty and dismissive toward eachother, until eventually Fred gets so sick of it and tries to get them to make up? And then fluff or something? :3

A/N: special thanks to @raeisawkward and @zbops for the argument starter-y bits!

You sat at a table in the Three Broomsticks, waiting for George. He was late. Again. Ever since you two had started dating you had met up at the Three Broomsticks every Hogsmede weekend. Last year he had made it to every date. This year, the same could not be said. By the looks of things, this would be the fifth one he’s missed. You sighed and ordered yourself a butterbeer to avoid looking pathetic. You figured George had until you finished your drink to show up, then he’d have missed your date by half an hour.

You sipped your drink slowly and thought of all the things you’d say to George once he showed up. Part of you wanted him to walk through the door right now, the other part wanted him to stay away so you could give him a piece of your mind once you got back to Hogwarts.

The bottle was half empty now, and there was no sign of him. A Hufflepuff boy stumbled through the door with a Ravenclaw girl in tow. They were laughing together and weaving through the tables hand in hand to get to a secluded booth in the back of the shop. You scowled at them as they passed your table. You took another swig of your drink. Was George out with another girl? The very thought of it made you feel sick, so you swallowed the remaining butterbeer in two gulps, stood up, and stalked out of the shop.

You marched up to the castle, thinking of all the things you’d say to your dear boyfriend once you saw him. This was the fifth date out of seven that he’s failed to show up for.

••••••••••

He wasn’t at the castle. You checked the common room, the dormitories, the Great Hall, the hospital wing, and the lake. Unless he was in a detention, you couldn’t think of where else he’d be. You slumped down against a tree at the water’s edge and threw pebbles into the lake. George wouldn’t sink as low as to cheat on you…would he? You were a year below him, and he did seem to pay an awful lot of attention to Katie.

You threw the next pebble extra hard.

“I’m just being stupid, he’s allowed to have friends that are girls.” You mumbled to yourself. Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but worry. You scrubbed your hands over your face and sighed. The sky was turning pink and it was almost time for dinner.

As you walked up the grassy hill, you spotted two red-headed twins making their merry way up to dinner from the Forbidden Forest. You scowled and walked over to Fred and George.

They were laughing about something. You cleared your throat.
“Oh, hey Y/N, how w-”
“George, can we talk?” You said curtly.
“Uh, sure.”
You looked pointedly at Fred, who rolled his eyes and walked on.
“Where were you today?” You asked as you crossed your arms.
“Hogsmede, and then the forest. Why do you ask?” He replied.
“So you were in Hogsmede then!”
“Huh? Of course I was.” He said slowly.
“You didn’t come to our date!”
“Actually, I did come, but you weren’t there.” George replied.
“You were over half an hour late, you jerk!”
“You can call me a lot of things, Y/N, but you can never call me late for dinner.” George laughed. You scowled. Why wasn’t he understanding!

“Is everything a joke to you?” You snapped.
“No, I just don’t see what the problem is with me being late for one date!”
“THAT’S THE FIFTH ONE YOU’VE MISSED THIS YEAR!” You shouted and balled your hands into fists by your side.
“I don’t mean to miss them Y/N, honest!” He held his hands out in a placating gesture.
“What do you do then? If you don’t mean to miss them!” You sneered.
“Well…y'know. Zonkos, Honeydukes, that type of stuff. I get distracted.” George said, scratching the back of his neck.
You scowled.

“George, be honest with me okay? Are you seeing anyone else?” You said.
George stared open-mouthed at you.
“Are you- what did you just say to me?” He stuttered.
“I asked if you were s-”
“I know what you said!” He said hotly.
“Then why’d you ask!”
“Are you serious? You actually think I’d do that to you!” He was getting madder.
“Well it wouldn’t surprise me!"and
"I can’t believe you right now! You know how I feel about you, I’d never sink that low!” He said heatedly. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.


“What? So now you don’t believe me!” He shouted.
“Why should I take your word for it!” You countered.
“Because I. Am. Your. Boyfriend!” He snapped.
“That’s the most pathetic reason anyone could ever come up with. It’s even pathetic by your standards!”
You had let that slip out before thinking. And now, as you saw the hurt in his eyes, you regretted it.
“Look, I didn’t m-” You began softly.
“Save it.” George spat. His arms were crossed and he was looking anywhere but you.
“I’m just mad because I feel like you’re ignoring me.” You explained.
“No. You’re mad because I have a life outside of you! Y'know, friends and stuff!”

And that was all it took for every last trace of regret for hurting him to vanish. You put your fists on your hips and took a step towards him.
“Is that so?” You said cooly. George watched you cautiously.
“Well at least I don’t live my life trying to live up to my brother’s.” You hissed.
“What the fuck do you mean, Y/N?”
“You know exactly what I mean, George Weasley. Always trying to beat them. Always trying to prove yourself. It’s pathetic!”
You knew you had struck a nerve.

George was biting the inside of his cheek. His face was red and his eyes were so full of anger, he looked like a complete stranger.
“Well you’re one to talk!” He exclaimed.
“Always tagging along with me and Fred! No one ever sees you with any other friends besides us and (your friends name)! That’s more pathetic then anything.”
Your stomach dropped. He knew full well that that was one of your biggest insecurities. You felt tears prickling at your eyes, but you refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of George. The two of you stood in silence, glaring daggers at each other for a moment. George swallowed thickly.
“I’m going up to dinner.” He hissed in passing.
“Stay the hell away from me!” You shouted after him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him whirl around. But you didn’t look back at him, you just kept walking.

anonymous asked:

Hi there, it's the anon from earlier. I'm honestly curious as to why you don't see Rhys as abusive when he drugged feyre under the mountain and made her perform sexual dancing and then forcibly kissed her? To me that's pretty abusive. Tamlin was also really abusive during calanmai but I feel like Rhys was just as bad under the mountain if not worse? I haven't read ACOMAF so maybe I'm missing something but I can't possibly see how those actions of Rhys can be 'redeemed' even if he was

He Even if he was a victim himself. Like maybe he had some good motivations (I’ve read some spoilers) but that still doesn’t excuse his actions and make them not abusive? Even if it was for a greater good? Idk I’m just very confused about how a lot of fandom can see Rhys as not abusive at all. His actions under the mountain count as sexual assault, no matter the ‘reason’

TL;DR: I’m not going to argue that everything Rhys did was grand (even though I think if you consider him not doing the things he did things would have been considerably worse) but I am arguing, flat out, until the end of time, that they were not abusive. This fandom seems to want to throw the word abuse around like it’s the newest great fashion trend. It’s not. It’s an incredibly serious, psychologically damaging and traumatic experience for someone to go through. It’s not something that should be used lightly. Especially not in this context when Rhys is a victim himself and instrumental to Feyre’s recovery. 

Reading ACOMAF is…pretty essential to understanding Rhys’s character as well as his situation UtM and therefore his actions regarding Feyre. I’m not going to sit here and argue that Rhys giving Feyre the wine (I think drugging is a little strong)/kissing her were wonderful things. 

This fandom (And I do mean this fandom, this isn’t directed at you there has just been a lot of this flying around recently) needs to understand that if a character does something they don’t like they can’t just call it abuse. They can call it bad. They can call it amoral. They can call it unnecessary. They can rail against the action and argue that it shouldn’t have been done. They can call the character out and explain why the action was wrong. They can’t call it abusive when it’s not. Abuse is systematic, traumatic, psychologically damaging.  

Consider what Tamlin does to Feyre. He prioritises his mental health and his recovery over hers. And he makes her do this too. Feyre doesn’t push him on several occasions because she thinks that he desperately needs this, that it’s the least that she can give him after everything he’s done for her. She cripples herself for him, she doesn’t train her body, she doesn’t train her magic, she doesn’t help rebuild. She won’t even let herself be happy at her own wedding because doing what Tamlin wants is more important to her.  

Even UtM Rhys never did this. Rhys empowered her. Rhys told her to face down Amarantha and not to let her see her break. Rhys came to Feyre, helped her, kept up her morale. Rhys took her out of her cell and Feyre came to like the nights of the wine. It got her out, it was some horror that she didn’t have to remember. And the paint that Rhys put on her body meant that she always knew that neither he nor anyone else had ever touched her.

 Drugging Feyre should have been a way for Rhys to control her, to use her, to violate her without her remembering. But he takes steps to prevent this. It gets her out of her cell, it aligns her with him which extends a sphere of protection around her as well as pissing off Tamlin. Are these reasons excusable? Maybe, maybe not that depends on your morals. Are they abusive? No. You want to know why? Because Rhys explains himself to Feyre. He tells her why he’s doing this to her, he explains how the paint works and she uses that to know he hasn’t ever done anything to her. He explains why he’s doing this to frustrate Tamlin and he explains why he wants to do that as well. 

Contrast that to Tamlin in ACOTAR. He continually kept Feyre in the dark. He drugged her when he took her to Prythian so she had no idea where the gap in the Wall was or how they had arrived at the manor and therefore had no way to get home. He glamoured the faeries around her so that she was continually exposed only to the people that he wanted her to be exposed to. He refused to tell her about Calanmai and what that entailed despite her repeatedly asking him and despite the fact that it put her in very serious danger. Rhys gives her Feyre as much control over the situation as he can while playing the part he has to. She appreciates not being able to remember what she’s being put through and she understands Rhys’s reasons. She knows what he was doing and why and that prevents Rhys’s actions from being abusive. Whether or not you accept them as right/moral is up to you but they were not abusive. 

For the record he does apologise for the kiss in ACOMAF; despite the fact it almost certainly saved Feyre’s life. Something which she knows. He still apologises and expresses remorse. This is not something an abuser would do; it’s not something Tamlin does after Calanmai. He blames Feyre for his actions. He tells her she deserved them. He tells her his actions were justified and expresses no remorse; in fact he does the opposite he demands it from Feyre instead. This is abusive behaviour. The bite/aggression itself was not, the bite plus the way he acted in the moment, warning her not to disobey him again, the way he behaved afterwards, blaming her for it, telling her his actions were her fault is what constitutes abuse. 

Rhys kissed her because he had no choice. I accept that, and so does Feyre, because she’s aware she would have been killed/tortured/seriously hurt by Amarantha had she been discovered with Tamlin. And Tamlin wasn’t exactly going to get them out of that situation. Rhys did what he had to. Feyre understands his reasoning and so does the reader. Rhys also apologises for this later, despite the fact he knows it was utterly necessary to save her life. He still expresses remorse. He doesn’t try and blame his actions on Feyre or Tamlin or the situation. He just tells her he wishes that he could take it back. This is why I don’t think Rhys is abusive. He doesn’t try and explain away his actions. He takes responsibility for them. He explains them, he makes sure Feyre understands what’s happening and gives her as much control as possible. 

Rhys is instrumental to Feyre’s recovery in ACOMAF. He helps her to understand what a healthy relationship should look like. He gives her choices and freedoms and a purpose, indepdenence. He allows her to prioritise herself, put herself first. He teaches her how to read, she learns how to fight, she learns how to look after herself. Tamlin consistently forced Feyre to rely on him. He never taught her to read, he never taught her to take care of herself. That was his job. He needed to feel like he was protecting her to make himself feel better after what happened UtM. This was destroying Feyre but that didn’t matter to Tamlin. He didn’t care what she needed only about what he did. And he made Feyre believe this too, believe that she was second class to him, believe that his health and happiness were always more important than his. This is the thing that Rhys denies at every turn. 

Even UtM in ACOTAR Rhys displayed this behaviour. He bet on Feyre when no-one else did, (which is something that resulted in his being punished by Amarantha, by the way) but he believed in her, he had faith in her when no-one else did; least of all her. He helped her stand up to Amarantha, to resist her, kept her safe, ensured she was being well treated. He came to her and risked himself to do so. He saved her life in the second task. He saved her soul afterwards when he sent that music to her and stopped her from giving up. And he allowed her to make her own choices/to understand what was happening around her.