So I had an entire post scheduled to go today because I’m very busy but I still managed to find the time to watch Ace Reporter and immediately had to redo this day’s quote because HOLY SHIT OMG. This episode destroyed me.
Lena: Loss does strange things to my family and I’ve lost a
lot of people.
Kara: Well, you’re not gonna lose me.
Lena: I think when I feel things again, I’m gonna be very,
very afraid of the person I might be.
Kara: You don’t have to be afraid. I’m right here. I’m not
Kara: I will always be your friend. And I will always
protect you. I promise.
I’m posting this from the grave, FYI.
This exchange was beautiful. One of the things that made me ship supercorp in the first place was just how honest these two are with each other. And this exchange? It’s a whole new level. Lena has stated over and over how she wants to be different from her family and her actions have proven it. But here, she’s openly admitting to Kara that she’s actually terrified of being like her family. But not her brother, like everyone thinks. But of her mother. She’s so afraid that she’s going to end up like Lillian Luthor. The cold and calm facade Lillian has that masks how dangerous she is. She doesn’t want to be like Lillian. But in this moment, she feels like her.
It goes back to what Supergirl told Lena in Medusa. “She [Lillian] is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path.” It gives that scene a whole new perspective when you realize Lena has feared that she’s like Lillian in this respect.
And Kara takes a different approach this time. Because as Supergirl, she can only comfort Lena with words. But as Kara, she can be more…intimate.
Lena talks about how much she’s lost? Kara assures her that Lena won’t lose her.
Lena tells Kara about how she’s afraid of who she will be when she’s no longer numb? Kara says you don’t have to be afraid. Because from the beginning, Kara has known that Lena is good. She’s so good and wants to help and wants to better the world. Yes, she has a dark side and can sometimes operate in a morally gray area but Kara is certain that Lena doesn’t have to fear being a bad person because she’s just not one. And if something ever happens where that might change? Well, Kara will be right there for Lena and help her through it.
And now the part of the dialogue that really gets me. Lena asks Kara to promise that she isn’t going anywhere. That she won’t leave Lena like everyone else has that Lena cares about. And we know that Kara is Lena’s family. We know that no one has done for Lena what Kara has done and based on canon quotes, this includes Jack. So Lena asks Kara to promise that she won’t lose her.
And Kara can’t. She can’t promise Lena that she won’t ever leave her because Kara is Supergirl. And if she promises that and then something happens to her? She’d have broken that promise. And Kara is all about trust. So she can’t promise that she’ll always be there. But she can promise that she will always be Lena’s friend. And that is so, so important. Friendship has to be the core for any relationship. Romance should never be put above friendship because your romantic partner has to be your friend. And these two are so lucky to have both.
What Kara can also promise? Is that she will always protect Lena. Kara has gone into death defying situations to protect Lena and would do so again. Always. And Lena’s reaction when Kara says this? When she was snuggling into Kara’s side with her eyes closed? Her eyes open wide and her mouth drops. Because every time Kara has protected Lena? Has been as Supergirl. And whether this was just a slip on Kara’s part or Kara threw caution to the wind to make this promise because she wanted Lena to know how much she meant to her, I’m not sure. But it happened. And Lena noticed. And I think if Lena had any doubt before, now she knows.
Matthew. My friend. You gave so much of yourself. The current of creativity that poured forth from your mind was always an inspiration to us all. But more than that, your empathy, Matthew. Your empathy. No heart is bigger, or more tireless. You are a good man. I was richer for having known you. Friend.
Liam O’Brien, telling his friend how much he means to him (in a speak and spell robot voice)
request: reader has an aussie accent and can you make it like mild smut!!! like her accent turns him on!?!?!
first days are always the worst, especially when it’s your senior year and your starting off at a new school in a completely different country. you have to find a new group of friends, new set of goals, new career path.
and that’s what i was experiencing right now
to start of my day i was extremely late, i slept through my alarm and the hot water system had been shut off and on top of that my car refused to turn over
so that brings me to now rushing through the hall trying to find my chemistry class as the second bell has well and truly rung, i approach the door and swing it open all eyes darting to me
“fuck” i cuss realising it was aloud and not in my head, the teacher jolts up staring at me “you must be miss (y/l/n) i nod brushing my hair out of my face
“yes im terrible sorry, is this mr harris’s class?” he nods the class whispering amongst themselves “well thank you for finally making an appearance miss-” he pauses and i fill him in ”(y/l/n)“
he glances at me annoyed “yes- why don’t you take a seat next to mr stilinski, so we can finally start the lesson” i nod nervousness bubbling up inside me
my eyes dart around the class room trying to find the boy as to whom am supposed to be sitting with, i spot a brunette toward the back flailing around in panic
there was an empty seat next to him so i briskly walk toward the desk “stilinski?” he nods giving me a thumbs up “bloody hell” I mumble slipping into my seat
the teacher breaks us off into pairs to do the experiment, meaning myself and this tall brunette were going to be working together
i turn to face him “my names (y/n), by the way” he’s stares at me like he cannot believe the words coming out of my mouth. i giggle to myself blushing
“and you must be?” he snaps out of his haze sitting upright combing his fingers through his hair “stiles- stilinski” i nod
“stiles stilinski huh?” i muse intrigued by the name “oh lord Jesus” he mutters and i furrow my eyebrows in confusing “something wrong?” he shakes his head
“no it’s just i uh- your accent is adorable” i chuckle looking away then back to the boy realising he isn’t joking “oh your serious?” i say shocked
“god yes- i wish you could hear yourself speak it’s honestly driving me crazy” i smirk at the cute boy wiggling closer to him “oh really?”
he swallows clearing his throats as i edge closer to him “yeah uh yeah really-” he tears his gaze from me and tries to focus on the teacher scribbling instructions on the board.
“you never heard an australian accent?” i tease brushing my arm against his.
he taps his pen against the desk trying to distract himself but i place my hand over his “you okay?” he nods bringing the pen up to his lips
“yeah im just stressed it’s been a long week” i nod “how can i help you?” he sighs shaking his head “release my stress? i have no idea”
i light lickers in my brain and i found myself smirking as i lower my hand off the table and under the desk, placing my hand on the boys thigh
he jolts up gaining the attention of his friends "you okay stiles?” the raven haired boy asked glancing between the pair of us before settling back to his red headed partner shrugging her shoulder in response
“shut up” he smiles sarcasm dripping from her words before glancing back at me before noticing that i had removed my hand from his thigh and that I was now scribbling down notes
“hey” he whined shuffling his seat closer to you “can i help you with something?” i offer placing the end of my pen onto my plump lips battering my eyelashes at the love struck teen
the bell sounds and i giggling collecting up my books before handing the boy his text book “you might need this for your little friend” you point down to the ten pitched in the brunette pants before standing from your seat
he cuss scrambling to cover himself as he leaves me laughing “see you around stilinski”
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Jaebum felt the room spin as he tried to grasp what Jackson was telling him. He didn’t love you. Not like Jaebum did.
“But the real reason I wanted to talk to you was that I want to know if you’d be my best man? You’re my best friend and I know how much you mean to Y/N. Honestly, there’s no one else in the world I’d want there with me”.
Jaebum felt nauseous. He WAS special to you. The most special person in your life. To have to stand right next to Jackson as he married the love of his life was the worst scenario he could ever imagine. But Jackson was his best friend. He was his first real friend. He was always there for him no matter what. How could he turn his back on him?
The promise he made you about tonight suddenly floated to the from of his mind… along with another vital piece of information, no one but him knew about yet. Not even you.
“JB… did you hear me? Will you?”
Jaebum fiddled with the small box he had tucked away in the center compartment of his car for some months now.
Waiting for 25. His new favorite number. 25 meant being with you the way he wanted. 25 meant asking your father’s permission to put this ring on your finger and love you the way you deserved for the entirety of both your lives.
When you woke that morning, Ivar had vanished, he had
clearly been careful when he left, not making a sound and pulling the door shut
but his leaving you early meant he had something on his mind and he would be in
a sour mood until his mind was at ease.
You spent the morning busying yourself with the tasks you
would need to do throughout the day, hoping to finish early enough to find Ivar
before he did something foolish.
“(Y/N), have you seen my son?” Aslaug asked as she made her
way towards you.
Ash-o-lee, my friend. I never met a person quite like you. There is an openness and an honesty to your soul. The very real sense of humanity you brought to every encounter, it was inspiring to me. Always learning. Always humble. You always struck me as intricately layered, yet you offered friendship with ease and simplicity. I was richer for having known you. Thank you, friend.
Liam O’Brien, telling his friend how much she means to him (in a speak and spell robot voice)
request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon
a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x
Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.
Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”
A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”
“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.
You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.
But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.
Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.
Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.
“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into two.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”
You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.
“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.
He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.
Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.
Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.
“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.
“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”
You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.
“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.
“No, no, ladies first.”
You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”
“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.
“No, really, you go first.”
“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”
“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”
“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”
“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.
Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.
He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”
Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”
“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”
You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.
He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.
“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”
“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.
You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.
“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.
“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.
You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.
Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.
You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for.
You didn’t choose to be friends with Jeongguk, we just became friends. We met when we were young. He was a new freshmen in college and very active. You were the quiet girl who just wanted her degree in business so you could finally escape from my parents who constantly breathed down your neck. You had friends but none of them compared to Jeongguk. You became friends when the teacher had decided to partner you two up for a project.
“Hey, I’m Jeongguk”.
Those words will forever haunt you to the fact that you can never have him. He will always be the boy that you loved so deeply but could never have. Jeongguk was the light of your life, simple enough. He brought you favorite popcorn when you was feeling down, when you was on your periods,he would become the most patient man on earth.
He never complained when you would talk for hours on hours about the cute guys in your accounting class. He would smile at you and pat you on the head and say,
“You’re too good for them anyways. You’re too smart for them, all they understand is how to crunch numbers. You are both naturally blessed with looks and intelligence”
You would always blush at his compliments. People would call him awkward and silent with no emotion. He would compliment you with the straightest face. People didn’t know how to respond to him because they thought he was making fun of them. It was just that Jeongguk meant every word he said. He wanted you to know that he was honest and truthful.
Jeongguk never realized what you had felt for him. It wasn’t his fault. You never confessed to him because you didn’t think it was worth it. You had some boyfriends here and there, but none of them were serious because you were forever waiting on him. He didn’t know, he just thought you didn’t really love anyone of them. It wasn’t until your senior year of college where you finally gathered up the courage to admit to him what you have been feeling for the past four years.
“Hey, where were you at the party?” Jeongguk slid into the seat besides you in the library, He was decked out in his signature black stussy sweatshirt with some skinny jeans that seemed to make him ten times more attractive. He started to stroke your hair. Jeongguk had a thing with hair. Yours was mid length and dyed a soft light brown, you kept it soft for him. Because he liked it.
“I didn’t go. Jongsuk didn’t want to go so I stayed back with him to help him study” You turned towards him, away from your economics textbooks and placed your head in your hands.
“Ah, always helping the new student. You are just too nice Y/N,” Jeongguk quirked his head and smiled at you. He was just too cute. It was the time in between your classes. You were about to graduate, just one more semester to go and you were finally done with the education system.
“Nah, I’m not nice. I just felt pity for him because he didn’t know what we did in class”
Jeongguk started to pick at your pens and pencils, “You should have gone to the party. It was so much more exciting but some new incoming freshmen came and crashed it. But the best thing about it is I met someone.”
“You met a girl? Who? It’s been a while.”
You tried to mask the look of surprise on your face. Jeongguk hasn’t dated any girls in a while. He had dated a girl named Wendy a while back ago but he broke up with her because he didn’t think they had fit together. Jeongguk was a true romantic, he loved to hold hands and spend hours reading at a cafe with his girlfriend. That’s what you loved about him, he loved the simple things. He had said Wendy was an amazing girl but he just didn’t think they were good together. When he was dating Wendy, you had to deal with in love Jeongguk, he was gone.
When Jeongguk had a new girlfriend, he would disappear from your life. He would put all his attention and love into the new girl and it would be like you never existed.He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, he just wanted to spend time with girlfriend. This really hurt you. You felt like you were a throwaway, only needed when he was free of a romantic partner. People knew you guys were best friends, they knew that you guys had perfect chemistry. They didn’t understand why Jeongguk didn’t make a move. Many guys have tried but you wanted to wait for him. You had boyfriends but they never made it to your heart. You dabbled in romance when Jeongguk had a new girlfriend. You felt lonely and wanted some attention, the attention that Jeongguk was not giving you.
Jeongguk had a little smile on his face and he shyly looked down, “She’s a sophomore. She loves to dance and she’s really talented at the violin. I met her at the party and we just hit it off. I think I really like her. I know we just met but I feel like we connect so well.” He had the starry look in his eyes, the kind he gets when he talks about Overwatch and Justin Bieber.
You stopped fiddling with your pen and looked at him, “Wow, I guess it’s time for you to move onto the next girl. What happened to your promise of waiting till you graduated?” You tried to mask the hurt in your voice. Jeongguk had a real chance of falling in love with someone that wasn’t you.
“I was, but man Jennie is a work of art. I never met anyone like her, she brings out sides of me that I never knew existed. We had talked about random things but it was the most interesting conversation I ever had. She’s so beautiful,”Jeongguk swiveled in his chair, his body opposite of what it should have been if he was sitting. He leaned back against the desk, and brushed his hand through his hair. His hair was a startling black color. He never dyed it because he thought that it would make him seem more like a girl.
You knew who Jennie was. She was a transfer student from Gwangju. You guys had some mutual friends, you never formally met her. It was an understatement to say that she was an amazing and one of a kind. Jennie made guy friends after guy friends, she never dated anyone since she had transferred this year. She was an up and coming dancer in our dance team. Hoseok, the dance captain and your closest friend after Jeongguk and Jisoo, had complimented her on her fluidity and techniques. He had also said that she was pretty but not his type. Hoseok had a specific type, he liked the smart and caring ones. It wasn’t that Jennie wasn’t smart or caring, it was because he thought that Jennie was a little superficial. Apparently Jeongguk didn’t think the same.
“Oh. Good for you” You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was slowly tearing at itself. Why couldn’t Jeongguk look at you and think of you like he did with Jennie? What made you so unappealing to him. You guys have been friends for four years, and never did he once show a sign that he was attractive to you in the point of more than friends. You would flirt with him but he would just smile at you and go back to what he was doing. It wasn’t like you didn’t try. You didn’t know how to approach him with the topic that you wanted to be more than friends.
Jeongguk turned his head towards you, “It isn’t great? I’m taking her out on a date later. I need advice on what to wear. So get out of the library and let’s get back to the apartment and plan what to wear.” It was also quaint that you guys were roommates because you wanted to get out of the dorms and finally get a place of your own but you were too poor to afford it yourself.
You found yourself being dragged out of the library, his hands linked in between yours, with your things haphazardly shoved into your open tote bag and onto the streets. Jeongguk happily took the lead to the short walk to your apartment complex. He seemed to be bouncing on the soles of his feet. His hands still linked with yours. It was normal for you two to hold hands. He had started this habit because you always got lost in crowds when you guys hit Myeongdong for shopping. You felt like he does it now because he liked to torture you with a little sliver of a romantic relationship with him.
“Hurry up, the date starts in an hour”, Jeongguk basically shoved you up the stairs in barely contained excitement and into his room. You didn’t want to help him with his date. In fact you wanted to give him a reason to cancel the date, you. But he would never do that because he didn’t like you. You had to be his friend and just his friend.
He started to pilfer through his closest that was ironically filled with white t shirts.
“I guess I would go with casual but a little dressed up,” you pushed him aside because he was actually hopeless. Your chest hurt every time you touched the clothes hangers that held his clothes. You chose a white button down with a mandarin collar with some jeans. He would look great. This was going to be a long night of you eating ice cream and watching some movies to pass the empty time. Why does Jennie have to exist?
“You are the Sun to my Earth. Thank you so much. This is why I still need my mother and you, of course.” Jeongguk quickly grabbed his clothes and rushed into the conjoining bathroom.
You plop down on his bed. His room wasn’t especially big but it wasn’t small. You had an identical room, with connected bathrooms. You looked up onto the ceiling and saw stars. Jeongguk always love what stars represented. To him, stars represented hope and ambition. He saw them as the push to his success.
Jeongguk slammed the door open, all dressed in his outfit ready for his date, “Is this alright?” as he fixed his collar. He looked so handsome and so Jennie’s.
You motioned for him to come over to the bed and you sat up. He stood right in front of you, still fixing his clothes. You laughed at him, he had skipped a button,
“Aish you dummy, you missed a button, no one it looks weird,” You went in to fix it, your nimble fingers skipped over the soft material. It would be so nice to just push him onto the bed and snuggle. He stared down at you as you slowly fixed his error. You looked up at him, into his starry eyes. He sent you a smile and continued to stare.
The tension in the room began to heat up. Your eyes seem to drill holes in one others. Your fingers stopped it’s administrations. You opened your mouth to say something.
I know that it’s not always gonna be on that level, and I’m fine with that. I’ve seen it really mess with people when they’re in the spotlight and then they’re not necessarily in the spotlight, and they do something crazy to be in the spotlight again. So you have to have a life outside of it, and luckily, I have really great friends and family to keep me grounded, and I recognize what’s real and what’s not. I have a sense of who I am outside of my job and the Lucy Hale that people know.
This isn’t really edited or proofread. Also sorry it took so long, and that it isn’t all that good
Word count: 540
If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you
The train ride felt like it had lasted forever, and you could feel Ashton getting bored beside you. It was all in the way he sat, or more like he couldn’t sit still. Always bouncing a leg, changing positions or drumming on his thighs. Suddenly you felt his chin rest on your hoodie covered shoulder.
“That is soft material, is it girlfriend material?”
You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and a small smile creep onto your lips, but quickly covered it up. You could not let your best friend know you actually had a crush on him.
“Hey, there is a sale in my room tonight, clothes are a hundred percent off”
Ashton never did anything without having a purpose, but this all in all felt a bit ridiculous.
“Dude, what are you even doing”
“Don’t ‘dude’ me”
He lifted his head of your shoulder, only to meet your eyes. His hazel ones seemed to be shimmering with some kind of happiness you hadn’t seen in a while
“Do you have a map? cause I’m getting lost in your eyes”
Now you were starting to overthink this, this was just another one of his antics. And you felt a pang of hurt in your chest.
“Stop it Ashton”
But he didn’t seem to notice, because in a second he had grabbed your hand, which was freezing.
“You feel cold; you want to use me as a blanket?”
“If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you”
Now this made Ashton stop. He almost looked a little hurt by the tone you voice carried.
“Sorry, I just, I don’t know.”
He sighted but turned around in his seat
Later that night, when you had reached the hotel, you found Ashton in the bed.
“Hey, um, I just wanted to apologize for earlier today. I didn’t mean to come off as rude.”
He turned around and looked at you.
“Don’t worry about it, I was being intrusive”
“I was though; I was just trying to find out if you actually liked me”
Something dropped in your stomach. Not ever did you want to hear Ashton doubt himself when it came to that, even if you were just friends.
“Of course I like you, Ash. You are my best friend.”
Then out of the blue, he stood up and took careful steps towards you. It was so unlike him, and his usually confident walk.
“That was wrongly worded, I love you, like I shouldn’t. Cause you only see me as your best friend.”
Overwhelmed with sudden courage, you took the missing step separating you form him. You kissed Ashton, with as much love you could muster. After the initial shock passed, and he started kissing back you felt like never before. You felt calm and complete, as much as you felt a wild fire spread through you. Too soon you both pulled away in need of air.
“Hey, by the way, are those guess jeans?”
You gave Ashton quizzical look.
“Cause guess who wants to get in them”
This time a laugh bubbled out of your throat before you could stop it.
Travis, my friend. You were always a solid constant in my life. Of all the people in our little family, you were always the one who most had his shit together, in ways that I never seemed to. You were a reassuring presence to me, for which I was grateful. And for your loyalty as well. I was richer for having known you, friend.
Liam O’Brien, telling his friend how much he means to him (in a speak and spell robot voice)
Heya pops, I had a question. More of a clarification actually. About the jeffmads. So from what I understood, jeffmads is platonic and has a strong base of support? I personally love the whole idea. I myself got a group of friends that give me support, though sometimes it may not help its comforting to know its there. I know that when everything is falling apart, I still have them, my constant.
Oh no, that’s just my interpretation of the ship. I don’t see them romantic basically hahaha but hell people are free to do what they want with it and I still draw romantic jeffmads for requests. And YES that’s exactly what I want to portray! It is the sense of stability and security when you know there are people that will always be there for you.
I have a crush on my best friend, I know he's bi so I think that he'll be ok with that but I really don't know what to do... i don't want to make things awkward if he doesn't return my feelings but at the same time i don't want to end up doing anything stupid... help?
you can give him little signs that you like him! glance at him often, smile at him a lot!! try to give him “the look”, and u can always try to tell him if ur feeling brave! altho i wont lie, the last option is risky
I’m not good with these sort of posts, but I just wanted to express my gratitude to all of you. I have recently noticed that I’ve reached a little over 600 followers, and whilst that may not seem a lot, it is truly an accomplishment for me. Writing has always been a passion of mine, hell, I’m going to make a career out of it soon. Therefore, it really means a lot to me that there are people out there who enjoys what I create.
Where do you think camren stands now like do you think they're still together, broke up but still friends, broke up not talking, or on a break?
This will break your hearts but if am completely being honest, judging from the recent events that took place, my best bet is “they broke up, and are not talking” but hold your horses because that is completely and utterly okay. They need to heal on their own to avoid the relationship from turning into a toxic mad one. But I have always believed based from what I have witnessed from the both of them that they are completely and madly in love with each other, and when you find that kind of love, your soul craves for it, holding onto it, you will go back because no one compares, just give it time. They have to realize things on their own phase.
This sounds totally weird but I'm not sure I am actually attracted to people or I just want to be them? Like I do think about sex, but no desire to act on it. When I see male actors, singers on TV, my friends always say how hot, sexy they are and how they wouldn't mind sleeping with them. While I just politely nod but just think I looked like them? Was them? This mostly happens with only guys. With girls, I just appreciate their beauty but not really want to be them. Is it weird? I'm girl btw
I’ve heard “I don’t know if I want them or want to be them” from both bi communities and non-binary/trans communities. I don’t really have an answer for you besides, it’s not weird.
I just wanna say how grateful and blessed to have @fallan-angel as my amazing friend and sister. Thank you so much for these beautiful blessings. Bless you, my friend. Ahh, thank you for everything. *hugs* :’)