will i ever get tired of these no

without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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A late night at the Blue & Gold

A note from the author: This is my first ever fanfiction! Feedback is definitely appreciated - but please be kind! 


“Betty, go home.” Jughead leaned forward on his desk, his concerned eyes stretching across the room in an attempt to reach the blonde girl as she stared at her computer.

“It’s fine, I’m fine, I’m not even tired.” Betty insisted, shaking her head in an attempt to jolt some life back into her body. “This article needs to be finished, I have to get it done.”

Jughead sighed. He knew Betty had been dealing with a lot lately, and he could see it was all taking its toll on her. Her ponytail was less perky than usual, her eyes less full of light. And now here she was, working herself to death over an article that didn’t even need to be finished until the end of the week.

“Betty, you’re barely keeping your eyes open.” Jughead stood up from his desk and crossed over to the couch to join Betty where she sat. “At least take a break.”

“I can’t slow down, if I slow down I’ll fall asleep.” Betty muttered as her eyes raced across her screen, refusing to meet Jughead’s gaze.

“I thought you said you weren’t tired?” He raised his eyebrows with a smirk, knowing he’d caught her. She rolled her eyes to meet his, admitting defeat with a subtle sigh. 

“Betty,” Jughead’s voice took on a more serious tone, “the article can wait. You need to stop.”

Betty shot him a look of frustration, but her expression quickly softened at the genuine concern in his eyes. “I just… I can’t stop Jug. I have to complete this. It has to be perfect, it has to be done, I need it to be done…” Betty’s voice cracked and faltered, emotions welling up in her throat.

Without another word Jughead reached over and plucked Betty’s computer from her lap, saving the article she had been working so tirelessly on and then closing it shut. Betty sat up a bit straighter as if considering a protest, but her exhaustion got the better of her. Choosing instead to lean her head onto Jughead’s shoulder, Betty closed her eyes and sighed, sinking deep into his side. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.

“It’s just that…” Betty’s voice came out quiet and trembling, “that this is all I can do. All I can control. I need to keep writing. The Blue and Gold is the one stable thing I’ve got in my life right now.”

“Hey,” Jughead took Betty’s chin in his hands, lifting her head and making a point to capture her eyes with his, “the Blue and Gold isn’t the only thing you’ve got. You’ve got Veronica, Kevin, Archie… and you’ve got me.” 

The intensity in Jughead’s eyes caused Betty’s breath to stop short, and it was as if everything inside of her suddenly stilled. Suddenly aware of her exhaustion, Betty melted into Jughead, allowing herself to become completely entangled in his arms.

“Juggie?” Her voice came out soft and breathy.

“Yeah Bets?”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Juliet.” 

With those final words, Jughead leaned forward and softly planted his lips on Betty’s forehead, the warmth of the kiss washing over her. She closed her eyes and leaned further into Jughead’s body, slowly drifting off into the first restful sleep she had experienced in weeks.

Hiding Overload Reactions

I’ve always wondered why none of my family had ever made the connection between my behaviours and autism. Then I realised I’ve always been good at hiding myself, often unconsciously so.

At big family events, when I used to get overloaded, I ended up so tired that I started shivering and shaking and was really cold. So naturally everyone assumed I was sick and sent me home early. Of course once I was home alone and everything was dark and quiet, because everyone else was still at the party, I slowly got better and the next day I was fine, if a little “hungover”.

My meltdowns were usually attributed to me being a crybaby or just really sensitive, and due to difficult circumstances at home, nobody was really surprised by that. Meltdowns for me usually weren’t really violent to the outside anyway, if at all they were violent to myself, but usually I was just crying and feeling terrible. Partly, I think, that’s due to my mother being verbally and physically aggressive towards “unnecessary crying” and “tantrums”, so I learned to adapt and not take up too much space.

So I think it kinda makes sense nobody really noticed things enough to get me diagnosed, because everything was kinda masked and the physical and verbal abuse at home trained me to be less visible (at the price of having other issues).

This is #ASDmemory but not to be posted on the blog, because it’s not a happy memory, more of a realisation on my part. The blog is too cute and happy.

memento-amare  asked:

Could you do 23 ("Let me sleep in your t-shirt and hold your hand you stupid piece of shit.") with Jason Todd? Have a good day, doll <3

Oh man, I hope you like it


  You couldn’t believe in your ears. Jason Todd, insecure? Nope. You must have been going deaf. Your boyfriend, Red Hood, was the definition of ‘badass’. Strong, sexy, skilled and sassy. Yes. that was Jason Todd, your loveable and precious boyfriend.

  You cringed.

  Okay, maybe not so loveable since he had the whole GCPD on his ass, but still. 

  To find out he had such a stupid insecurity came as a shock to you.

  “Jason, why would I ever leave you, or get tired of you?” You frowned at him. “I think those thugs smack you around more than usual today.” 

  “I was only joking Y/N,” he answered back. He was acting nonchalant about the whole thing but you knew better.

  You placed your hands on your hips and puffed out your cheeks. You didn’t like this. Not. One. Bit. It made your heart sank. You ran and jumped on the couch, almost throwing the anti-hero off. You slipped your hands in his. “Let’s go take a nap and cuddle.”

  Jason smiled. If there was anything you loved more than food, it was sleeping and cuddling. “It’s only noon though,” he argued back playfully, just to see your reaction.

  You threw him back a small glare, that was adorable in his opinion, and jabbed him in the ribs.

  “Let me sleep in your t-shirt and hold your hand you stupid piece of shit,” you replied. “Tonight, I’m serving love.”

  “We’re gonna starve.”

  “Jason, you bitch!”

  “I’m only kidding babe.”

anonymous asked:

Does it ever get tiring seeing artist create a gay character pairing and only talking and making their story revolve around their struggles with being gay ..I'm noticing that alot now with younger artists and honestly I find it incredibly boring ..I have nothing against the lgbtq community or gay ships of course, I just think it's kinda ?? Tasteless ..

Well i mean it’s becoming an oversaturated topic but also no not really. It’s important to explore the homosexual experience and address it thru art (this is only if it’s done tastefully ofc anything fetishistic is just for sexual reasons and doesn’t help 2 further normalize the community)  it’s good at helping gay kids vent their frustrations thru gay characters too, and it helps in it’s own way to impact ppl and teach em about what gay ppl struggle through. But i do understand what ur saying; a gay person’s life does not just revolve around their sexual orientation. Some ppl writing stories about homosexual youth or adults getting into relationships are only doing it for like the weird “”fujoshi appeal”” which is fucked and nasty as hell; those types of stories tend to just focus in on sexual/romantic things and treat them unrealistically and shit. But like… idk actual attempts at realistic storytelling and character building are admirable imo especially w/ the topic of homosexuality. IDK maybe i just have a bias and also this ask is probably vagueing/targeting me lol.. if it is leme tell u lempeä and toi are not jst GAY and that’s it lol, they struggle w/ other shit (weight/abandonment issues, depression, religious issues, problems w/ isolation/feeling isolated, fuckin  other angsty shit you know) that’s what makes a character BELIEVABLE lol.

But also i feel like another reason for this could be that a lot of these stories are being created by really young artists you know? like 13-15 age range, and a lot of those kids don’t really know how to write well-rounded characters at that age (i know i fuckin didnt fjgdh) so they THINK they’re writing good characters but yknow how it is. this again is a product of fujoshi culture as well, the little girls that grow up w/ that tend to think of gay relationships as being vastly different from heterosexual relationships (it’s warped n fucked but it’s how it is) just bc of how they’re portrayed by fetishistic yaoi writers/artists. Sooo i mean it’s a big shit and u can blame whoever you’d like but i think that’s a big reason for why you’re seeing so many depthless gay characters in depthless gay relationships.

anyway uhhh i got nothing else to add to this lol. again if this was directed at me just be like.. Direct next time so i don’t have to yap on and on about a general issue instead of addressing what you want me to instead.

anonymous asked:

"Your smile is so beautiful and I couldn’t possibly ever get tired of seeing it!"- Zuko

“Your smile is so beautiful. I couldn’t possibly ever get tired of seeing it.” Zuko said in front of the mirror. He smiled sweetly at himself, this prolonged for a few moments until he put his head down. 

Ugh! How was he supposed to tell Katara this? Especially if he didn’t believe his own words. Yes, she did have a beautiful smile, but he couldn’t possibly muster up that much courage to tell her that. 

He smacked his head against the mirror, resting there for a moment. He was on his unofficial first date with Katara, and he had no idea what to say or do. She was probably waiting for him out there at their table. He sucked in a breath, and walked out. 


He watched Katara with her head propped up on her hand, looking bored. When she saw him, she smiled at him brightly. Katara sat up and looked at him as he sat down. 

“Hi. You’re back.” She smiled. 

Well, nothing ventured–nothing gained. “Katara, yoursmileissobeautifulIcouldn’tpossiblyevergettiredofseeingit.” 

“What?” She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head. 

Zuko smiled at her nervously. “Nothing.” 

“No, tell me. Please?” She prodded on. Zuko tried to swallow the big lump in his throat. Zuko nodded his head. 

“Katara, your smile is so beautiful. I couldn’t possibly ever get tired of seeing it.” He winced at his words, but he felt Katara touch his hand. She clasped their hands together. Zuko looked up at her, looking up at a smiling Katara. 

“You’re so sweet, Zuko.” She took his hand and kissed it. Zuko blushed furiously. “I think I’d like to go on another date again after this. Soon.” 


A few years later…

Zuko stared at his wife, she was busy doing something utterly mundane, but he just stared at her. In awe. She looked up at him, she smiled at him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. It’s just that your smile is so beautiful. I couldn’t possibly ever get tired of seeing it.” 

Katara blushed, she set down her things, she leaned in, and kissed him. “I love you.” She whispered against his lips. 

“I love you too.” 

anonymous asked:

could I possibly request prompts 66.“Your lips are really warm.” with Jojen Reed?

Originally posted by queenis

A good night’s sleep was becoming more and more rare as the journey continued. Whether it was Meera shaking you awake to warn you of danger, or Hodor’s snoring, you always found yourself immensely tired from the second you woke up, to the time you got another shot at sleep. Last night, however, you had somehow managed to get the best rest you had ever experienced. It was the kind of sleep where you haven’t a clue where you are when you first wake up, but you feel thoroughly well-rested and content. And the absolute best part, was Jojen’s method of waking you up.

At first, you weren’t sure what had woken you. The sunlight was shining through the trees, but just barely, indicating that it was still early morning. The surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, aside from the faint snoring of your companions. You felt surprisingly warm for once, curled up next to the fire, and under numerous layers of furs. You nearly fell asleep again, when you felt it: Jojen lazily peppering your face with kisses.

He had always been far more affectionate when he was sleepy, and you absolutely adored it. You opened your eyes to find Jojen snuggled up to you, his arms around you and his lips on your forehead – then your cheek, then your nose.

“Good morning,” you murmured, and Jojen smiled languidly, eyes still half-lidded. Wordlessly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, and your smile mirrored his own. “Your lips are really warm.”

“A welcomed change, I presume,” he stated with a grin, then was cut off by a yawn. Your smile widened further; Jojen was never more adorable than right after he woke up.

“Very welcomed indeed.”

you really can’t trust Straights with knowing your sexuality cause the moment you mention you’re gay or bi or pan fucking Heterosexual Jimothy is interrogating you about your entire sexual history like he’s digging for wank bank fodder 

4

Quick confession: he leaves me breathless and renders me speechless all the time

  • [during yoshi's cookie]
  • arin: i'm sorry. did i mess everything up for you?
  • dan: whatd'ya mean? you'd never mess anything up for me.
  • arin: really?
  • dan: yeah, your friendship is a treasure.
  • arin: okay, now you're just being facetious.
  • dan: [sounding legitimately offended] no, it's a fucking treasure, arin.