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First-Date BAIT!

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First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait.
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I Want All of You

(A 12/23 Coda.)

After he got the phone call, Dean couldn’t have driven back to the Kelly’s house fast enough.  

Some part of him was sure that it was just some cruel, cosmic joke, that Cas couldn’t possibly actually be there, alive and waiting for him.  

They’d watched him die, watched the grace flash out of his eyes, seen the wings emblazoned on the ground.  Hell, they’d buried him.

Sure, they’d lost Cas before, but this seemed so final.  Dean had spent three days in depression, drinking his sorrows, thinking about how he’d never again get the chance to hear Castiel’s voice, wake up to those blue eyes looking down on him.

Thinking how he’d died without ever really knowing how Dean felt about him.  

But then, the phone rang, and Dean, predictably, ignored it.  

It rang three times before Dean bothered to pick up, grunting a tired, “Yeah, what?” into the receiver.

There was a brief pause before a deep, gravelly voice Dean never thought he’d hear again said, “Hello, Dean.”    

Dean found Cas asleep on the sofa, curled up like a shrimp.  Some generic reality show buzzed softly on the television set, illuminating the darkened room.

For a long moment, Dean just stared at him.  Only his bare feet and shock of dark hair protruded from the thin blanket he was wrapped in, his soft snore permeating throughout the otherwise quiet room.  

It couldn’t really be him.  It just couldn’t.

Gently, Dean reached out and let his fingers brush his shoulder, so gently that Cas didn’t even stir.  Beneath the blanket, the flesh was toned and warm, and distinctly human.  

Dean tentatively touched him again, this time more firmly, letting his hand rest there a moment.  

“Cas,” he whispered, shaking him gently.  “Hey, Cas.”

Cas awakened with a soft, startled snort, sitting up and rubbing his eyes in a way that reminded Dean of a sleepy kitten.  

Dean watched him in sheer awe, unable to believe this wasn’t a dream:  this was, most definitely, Cas.  His Cas. 

He blinked at him, squinting dazedly.  “…Dean?”  he inquired, voice still slurred from sleep.

Dean swallowed wetly.  “Yeah, it’s me, buddy.”  

The blanket pooled around Cas’s waist, and only then did Dean register Cas wasn’t wearing anything except for his boxers.  

Cas followed his eyes, then gathered the blankets up around him, abashedly.  “Apologies,” he murmured.  It was difficult to tell in the dim light, but he seemed to be blushing.  “My clothes are in the wash.  They have been…persistently dirty.”

Dean chuckled, but decided against telling Cas that a suit like that would be dry-clean only.  “No worries, man.  I’m just happy to see you.” 

Well, that was the understatement of the twenty-first century.  Dean realized belatedly his hands were on Castiel’s forearms, though whether they were trying to steady himself or Cas he really didn’t know.  He made no effort to remove them.

“So, you’re uh.  Sleeping,” Dean remarked, stupidly.  “Does that mean you’re low on grace, or…?”

Cas shook his head.  “No,” he said gravely.  “I’m human.  Completely, it would seem.  My grace was extinguished when Lucifer stabbed me.”

Dean blinked.  This couldn’t possibly be real, could it?  Cas was human, and it seemed to be permanent.  There’d be no more vanishing off to heaven, no more long, lonely nights wondering where he was.  Cas would be soft and warm and tangible now, possibly forever.  

It was a dream come true.  Dean was about to say something along the lines of “that’s amazing,” when he realized belatedly Cas was crying, his chest heaving in quiet, painful sobs.     

Dean scooted to sit beside him, never taking his hands off Castiel’s arms, afraid he’d disappear if he stopped touching him for one instant.  

“Cas, buddy, what’s the matter?”  he murmured, tipping his head to get a better view of his face.  “You’re alive, man.  We can finally go home.”

“But I’m a human again, Dean,”  he whispered.  “I’ll never be anything more than a burden to you now!”

Dean opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again, instead just wrapping the shaking form up in his arms.  God, it felt so good to be able to touch him again, to hold him again, soft and warm and alive. 

“You could never be a burden, baby,”  Dean murmured, not even questioning where the endearment came from.  He breathed in the smell of his mussed-up hair, still slightly damp from the shower and smelling like shampoo.  “You never were.  And it’s not gonna be like last time, either:  I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?  I promise.”

Cas stubbornly pushed him away, still sniffling slightly and refusing to meet his eyes.  “I don’t want you to have to take care of me, Dean.  You owe me nothing.”

Undeterred, Dean scooted closer to him on the couch, putting a tentative hand on his knee.  “Well, I want to,” he said with certainty.  “And for the record, yeah, I do:  I owe you a hell of a lot, Cas.  You pulled me out of hell, saved me in every sense of the word.  And I don’t think I can live without you anymore.  Or at least, I sure as hell don’t wanna.”

Cas started to cry again, and Dean didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his bare shoulders, rubbing them gently, making soft, soothing sounds until the tears finally stopped.

Part of him was sad that he’d ever made Cas feel so useless, that he couldn’t convey the indescribable joy of just having him in his life.  But another part, the larger part, couldn’t stop being happy that he was here again.

And that was all he needed.

That night, they lay in bed together, Dean gently, soothingly, stroking his fingers through his hair.  He hadn’t stopped touching Cas since he’d gotten back, and he didn’t plan on it, either.

“Dean, I was thinking,” said Cas, thoughtfully.  “I don’t believe hunting is a good career for me.”

Dean’s fingers momentarily stilled.  “No?”

Cas shook his head.  “I’ll continue to live in the bunker, of course, and I’d still join you on the occasional hunt, but I don’t believe I want it to be my primary career.  I think I’d like to do something else.”

“Oh, yeah?  Like what?”  Dean asked, more at ease now that Cas had confirmed he was going to keep living in the bunker. 

Cas rolled to face him, looking slightly up at him through long eyelashes.  “I think,” he said thoughtfully.  “That I’d like to be a professor.”

“A professor?”  Dean repeated, a little surprised by the assertion.  

Cas nodded.  “I have vast stores of knowledge from my long lifespan, and could easily relay enormous shares of it on history, theology, mythology, mathematics, physics, and/or combat strategies.  I also retain fluency in over 150 human languages, and have a significantly higher than average IQ,” he added modestly.  “I believe you and Sam would be able to forge me the appropriate credentials?”

Dean took a moment to process it:  he thought of Cas coming home in a sweater vest and glasses, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, all nerdy-hot.  He liked the image immensely.

“Yeah, baby,”  Dean grinned.  “I think we can.”

Cas smiled softly, internally relieved at the thought of being useful at something.  At being more than just a burden to his human family.

Sensing he was retreating back into his self-deprecating thoughts, Dean brushed a gentle thumb over his cheekbone.  “Hey,” he said, tipping Castiel’s chin up to face him, meeting his eyes fully.  “We’re gonna have a great life together, you hear?  Not normal, I tried that and I think it’s safe to say it ain’t either of our cup of tea, but it will be a great one.  I wanna marry you, Cas:  I wanna propose, with a ring and everything, and then have a classic hunter wedding.  Then I wanna take you on a long-ass honeymoon, somewhere warm and sunny, where we can do it on the beach, and maybe someday, we’ll even have kids.  I wanna have it all with you, Cas.  And then, someday, we’ll both kick it, and God-willing, we’ll spend eternity together in heaven, doin’ it like bunny rabbits.”

Cas’s eyes grew wider with each passing second, expression unreadable.  Three days ago, he wouldn’t have even considered spilling his heart like this.  But that was more than enough time to get a taste of what a missed opportunity would feel like, of the hollowness of losing Cas without him knowing how Dean felt.

Dean was never going to let that happen again, consequences be damned.      

After a moment of silence, Dean smirked – trying to hide how vulnerable the confession had left him – and added, “That is, if a gorgeous babe like you is okay with spending eternity with my sorry ass.”

Cas blinked, then nodded mutely, expression vaguely stunned.  

“Yes,” he said finally, voice barely a whisper.  “Oh, God, yes.”   


The next morning, Dean woke up next to Cas for the very first time.

Up close, in the daylight, he could see the delicate stubble of his jaw, full lips chapped and slack with sleep.  He could see the dark fan of his eyelashes, the little lines between his eyebrows where they drew together when he was confused. 

Dean couldn’t stop staring.  Which, under most circumstances, might be considered the slightest bit creepy, but he figured turnabout was only fair play.  And besides, if a man couldn’t watch his back-from-the-dead boyfriend sleep – or fiance, rather – what was the world coming to?

Warmth bloomed in Dean’s chest.  He wasn’t sure how this had happened, or why.  He didn’t know how he was going to explain this to Sam, and he didn’t care.

All he knew was that Dean Winchester was one lucky bastard, and wanted to wake up next to this for the rest of his life, snoring and all.  

After a while, Castiel blinked open his eyes, blue and beautiful as a pool in summer.  He smiled softly, and Dean hoped he was thinking something close to the same thing.  

“Hello, Dean.” 

BTS REACTION (Hyung Line): They mistake your quinceañera photo for a wedding photo.

I did this for pure funsies. To all my fellow Latinas out there.

Fun fact: My quinceañera dress was actually a wedding dress but because it was champagne nobody really thought much about it. 😂 Please enjoy!

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S E O K J I N:

He is cleaning out the closet and finds a box of yours that has dozens of pictures in it. He sees a photo of you in a white dress with a bouquet of pink roses in your hands, eating a piece of bread given to you by a priest, and next to you is a man in a black suit doing the same. The picture is blurry but the effect it has on him is clear. He has a ring in his pocket and a future planned out, but how can he propose when apparently you don’t trust him as much as he thought you did?

He wants to talk to you about it immediately and goes to the kitchen where you are enjoying a bowl of cereal as a snack. He slides the picture to you, “What is this?”

His tone is one of frustration, which causes you to scrunch your brows and pick up the photo. “A photo of my quinceañera ceremony? Wasn’t this in a box in the closet?”

“A photo of what?”

“My quinceañera…In my culture, at the age of 15 girls are considered women. Families hold a religious ceremony and big party in celebration.”

He looks at you in confusion, “Then why do you look like a bride?”

You huff, “Years later and I still get this shit! Wait, did you think I was married?!”

“What? No…” Before you can reply back he pecks you on the lips, “But what do you think of becoming a bride?” He takes out the ring from his pocket and gets down on one knee, “Will you marry me?”

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too smooth

Y O O N G I:

He takes a quick glance at the picture on the desk of your office. It’s a photo of you in a white dress, laying your head on the chest of a man in a black tux with his arms around your lower back. You and the man are looking at each other with joyous smiles. He frowns a bit, but decides that he does not give a crap about you having already been married. In fact, he’s thankful that your fool of an ex-husband let you go because then you wouldn’t be with him.

From then on, he is extra affectionate towards you. Letting you know how much you mean to him and expressing his love more often. He doesn’t want to risk losing you over him appearing to be unappreciative of you. It’s not until you introduce him to the man in the photo that he even remembers you had been married before.

“Yoongi, this is my best friend M/F/N.”

He looks at him with a tilted head and scrutinizing eyes, “You’re that guy from the picture on her desk.”

Your friend laughs, “That picture from her quinceañera? It’s so old but it’s her favorite one of us.” Later, he discreetly googles quinceañera. Satisfied with the information that you were indeed not married to your best friend, Yoongi asks him for advice on how to propose to you.

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H O S E O K:

He is helping you unpack your stuff into the new apartment. While you are in the kitchen fixing up lunch, he comes across a white lace album with a gold heart that has August 25 threaded in white on the lower left. Curious, he opens it and on the very first page there is a picture of you in a beautiful white dress, with a bouquet of hydrangeas in your hands, and a handsome man in a white suit with his arm around you. Your smiling the widest he’s ever seen and the man is looking at you affectionately. Hobi doesn’t notice the subtle signs of youth, too taken aback by how radiant you look. Then his mind goes to a screeching halt, ‘WAIT, SHE WAS MARRIED ADFSJKL?!?’

He wonders why you haven’t told him, aren’t you two in a serious relationship? You are moving in with each other! But then, he thinks of all the possible reasons for you to get divorced when you clearly looked happy, and becomes determined to express to you that you can confide in him more.

You walk in with a plate of sandwiches and see the album in his hands. “Oh, is that my quinceañera album? I never finished that.”

“Your what?”

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N A M J O O N:

He’s waiting for you to get ready for your date. It isn’t the first time he’s been in your apartment but it’s the first time he actually pays attention to the things around him. Looking at all the pictures you have on your fireplace, he notices an elegant silver frame that’s been pushed to the far back. He wipes off the dust on the frame with his sleeve. The picture is of you in a white dress, holding a man’s hand with your right right, and in your left there is a large bouquet of baby breaths. The priest behind the two of you has a bible against his chest and is wearing a fatherly grin. You are wearing a smile that shows all teeth and the other person is looking at the floor with their own toothy one. The picture is taken from a distance so your age isn’t discernible.

He takes a deep breath, ‘Okay Namjoon, so she was married and hasn’t told you. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t trust you. She’s just not ready yet, which makes sense…Even though it’s been six months…God, we are both in our 20s, she must have gotten married young. I hope her divorce settled easily.’

You walk into your living room and immediately recognize the silver frame in his hand. “Oh, I thought I lost that!” You smile as you look at the photo from over his shoulder, “That reminds me, it’s going to be my little cousin’s quinceañera soon. I think it’s a good opportunity to have you meet my family.”

“…That makes a lot more sense,” he says out loud, which causes you to look at him in confusion.

Originally posted by lil-unicorn-yixing

Boooooiiii, where that above 140 IQ at.

Edited: July 16, 2017

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Imagine you're an unhelpful husband

You sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can, crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.

You hear the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already sweating.

“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.

She’s gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can. “Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.

A few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.

You don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.

“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.

“Wha…ugh…what just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was flat and toned like it used to be.

“Woah! You’re-what happened to the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two perky breasts are perched on top.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie? Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.

“Ah, yes, kicks are wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just happened.

“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.

Your wife laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!” she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared daggers through you.

“When we got married, I debated whether or not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off, clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she finished.

Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That felt so real…

“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there. Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as you tried to find your balance.

“Follow me. And take your time- we don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to back as it already started to ache.

“Now, like I said, I made a very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch. So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door. She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.

The world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.

“Hi Mr. Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate his growing passenger.

“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.

“See, honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.

“And, of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there, you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,” she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.

“Shhhh, honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were in hell.

(Hi all, this is my first submission here! Might continue this if people generally want to see another installment)

anonymous asked:

For FMM- Jamie meets this guy named Murray, that comes from a Scottish family and for the story he tells Jamie he could be a descendant of Jenny and Ian.

Flood my Mornings: Hogmanay 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

December 31, 1950

“Is it ridiculous that I’m feeling nervous as a girl on the first day of school?” I asked, smoothing my coat with one hand and squeezing Bree’s hand with the other as we waited in the tidy hallway outside the MacAlister’s door. 

“You’ve no reason, lass,” Jamie assured me. I knew he wanted to put his arm around my back, but his hands were full of whisky bottles and Bree’s diaper bag. He did manage to lean in and kiss my cheek. “They’ll take to ye just fine.” 

This particular get-together was long overdue. I’d been delighted to learn about Jamie’s serendipitous meeting with the Irish hurling group, and the subsequent connection with the lone Scot, Charlie MacAlister. Though Jamie had gone several times since to join the game or else get a drink one-on-one with Charlie (apparently a chap after Jamie’s own heart in many ways), the several times we had tried to schedule a family dinner since Halloween, the fates had always seen fit to intervene, with holidays, birthdays, morning sickness, et cetera, et cetera. 

Fitting, though, that at long last, we should be spending this thoroughly Scottish holiday with a thoroughly Scottish (well, Gaelic, collectively) family. 

The door opened with a bang and a roar of “A GOOD NEW YEAR TO YE!!”

Even in the first five seconds of our acquaintance, Charlie MacAlister gave me so strong a recollection of a MacKenzie clansman, I felt like I’d been jolted back into Castle Leoch itself. Jocular, irreverent, fiercely protective and loyal to a fault, those men had alternately vexed and delighted and protected and astounded me with their vigor and kindness and overall enthusiasm for living, in all its forms. 

Perhaps that’s why it didn’t perturb me in the slightest that Jamie’s friend’s choice greeting was to lift me clear off my feet in a massive rib-crushing hug; and even though it was the first time I was laying eyes on the man, I couldn’t help but laugh and hug him back , brimming with warmth and affection at once. “Well, hello to you too!”  I felt Jamie relax behind me: I’d given my permission, so he would not come to my rescue. I thought I could actually sense him grinning.  

“I’m so glad to finally meet ye, Claire!” Charlie boomed as he set me back on the ground, taking me in. “From the way Jamie speaks of ye—” His eyes suddenly lit up and he whipped them up to Jamie with a grin. “Why, ye wicked wee dog, Fraser: ye didna say!!” He threw his head back and roared with, “Meal a naidheachd to ye both!” He straightened to give me a wink. “When are ye due, then, lass?” 

“CHARLIE!!!” barked a red-haired woman behind him, his wife, Saoirse. 

“What? It’s—” Charlie spluttered and made vague gestures between himself and my notably curved belly. “I’m only—” 

“You’re only about making a fool of yourself, Charlie Mac. Keep your mouth shut, if you please?” She gave me an apologetic look that was nonetheless warm and kind. “Please be accepting BOTH our apologies for that great gowl over there.” After greeting Jamie, she turned and swatted her husband hard on the shoulder, her eyes blazing as she said between clenched teeth. “Have you no control over that tongue??”

“I do—and ye tend to like my control of it, lass…” and he bent her head back to kiss her thoroughly. She tried to push him away but she couldn’t resist laughing as his hands roamed and she relented and kissed him back. 

God, this. THIS I’d missed—to see another couple who loved our same kind of irreverence and warmth and informality. Husbands and wives in these times—at least in post-war America—tended to err on the side of reserve in public, bordering on primness. Even Tom and Marian, as dear as they both were to to us, weren’t free with public displays of affection toward each other. Jamie and I tended to act precisely the way we wished and damn whoever should judge us for it, but it was unbelievably refreshing to not be the only ones in the room who would not be scandalized by lewd jokes.

On top of that, “Pregnancy” was considered a rather rude word, in American culture at present. Considering the massive increase in childbearing after the war, this seemed an enormously ridiculous cultural hangup (“be fruitful and multiply, but pretend the penises and vaginas don’t exist”). Those in the family way —as I now found myself—were treated with a delicate, pointed kind of embarrassment, as if to say, ‘look what she’s been doing…Heavens, what if she actually enjoyed it??’ 

I was used to the taboo, of course, having experienced it with Bree, and seen it around me, since; but it was an unexpected kind of relief to have it be so singled out with such joy and goodwill by these new friends. In fact, I was grinning like a prize idiot as I assured them both, “It’s quite alright, really.” I felt a rush of joy and pride at finally being able to share our news. I felt Jamie’s hand resting on my back. “You’ve spotted it right: we are expecting!”

Charlie gave a crow of triumph “I thought you’d been a little shifty these last few months about ‘family’ and things happening next year! When will the wean be arriving, then??”

“Late July,” I said, “or it might be the first of August.”

 Charlie stepped forward to clap both of us on the back, at which Saoirse looked absolutely mortified. I made a point of reassuring her when she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and offer her own comhghairdeas. 

Jamie accepted the hearty congratulations, grinning like a fool himself, “Let’s keep it between us, aye? We havena told Brianna yet.” He nodded at the children, who were already playing on the living room floor. “Perhaps talk in a wee code if it should come up?”

Saoirse nodded agreement. “Wee Nolan has ears like a hare and a mouth like a magpie.” She gave a pointed roll of the eyes. “Wonder who he could possibly be getting it from…?”

It had all the same modern conveniences as our own house, the MacAlister’s little flat, but something about it—the spices, maybe?—or—no, that wasn’t it….Something about it just felt like Scotland. Like home. 

If nothing else, I could see it in Jamie’s posture and manner. As for my own country of birth, I had rarely felt any great attachment to England that went beyond good tea and rolling hills. Home had been wherever I laid my head that night, and between Uncle Lamb, the war, and my experiences in the eighteenth century, I’d certainly spent more of my life amongst strangers than my own proper countrymen. But Jamie was Scotland, through and through, and even this small taste of it—Americanized and quasi-Irish as it might be—was enough to make him glow with an ease that filled my own heart in the seeing. He was happy with our life in Boston, I knew; blissful, even! To have our family together and safe was all he desired; but something about experiencing that deeper home-ness again was a restorative to his soul, and I thanked God for putting Charlie Mac in Jamie’s path. It was pure delight to see the two of them going on in rapid Gaelic, like brothers.

“They’re like two pups together, aren’t they?” Saoirse said fondly, echoing my silent thoughts as she took a seat beside me on the sofa. 

“Indeed they are,” I laughed, looking at them through the dining room doorway. 

Saoirse was as red-haired as Jamie, freckled and cheery-eyed. “Will you be speakin’ the Gaelidgh yourself, Claire?”

Very little,” I attempted in that language, my accent horrendous but the words correct, I was fairly certain.

Very well done,” she replied, laughing before switching back to English, her Irish accent broad and unashamed. “That’s about as much as I know of it, myself. My parents weren’t too keen on my marrying a Scot, but I’ve no regrets. Except maybe Charlie’s tendency to put his fool foot in his fool mouth.” 

“It’s rather endearing, actually,” I assured her. 

Despite herself, Saoirse grinned. “Damn me if it wasn’t one of the things that had me head-over-heels for the idiot.” 

We laughed and settled deeper into the comfy couch, covered over with homey afghans. “So, Charlie tells me you and Jamie met in Scotland, originally? Did ye like it, there?”

“I did!” I paused just for a moment. “Well, to tell it true, a lot of sad things happened there…but we had some of our happiest days, as well,” I added, thinking of those days at Lallybroch before the war.  

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” 

I thought about that for a long while. “To visit, certainly. When Brianna and—” I gestured to the baby, “are old enough to see and hear the stories, I think.”

“You’d never think of moving back permanently? Seems to be a dream of Charlie’s—It’d surprise me if Jamie had no similar desire.” 

We had indeed talked about it, and I knew Jamie’s very conflicted thoughts on the matter. “Part of him wishes for Scotland, yes—but it’s a Scotland that’s long-gone.”

That surprised her. “How so?”

“Jamie had…a lot of hard things happen to him there. He lost his family, and so doesn’t have anyone left.” 

“Not a soul?” 

“No one,“ I said, feeling the ache of it. I rubbed the baby absently. “So, he misses it, the land and its people and ways, but there isn’t anyone left in Scotland to make it home for him.”

“That’s very sad,” Saoirse murmured, sparing a glance toward the men in the dining room.

“It is. But you see, it’s easier to have our life in America: to keep Scotland in his mind the way it was, rather than feel the ache of it, seeing always what’s missing.”

“Aye, I understand….At least he has his lady—and his little ones.”

We shared a smile, and I wanted to ask her more about her own family, but just then the children descended, Bree, four-year-old Nolan, and little Will, just barely walking. No impromptu migration, this: the pack of them squealed in, chased by their fathers at their heels. 

“You lot are no better than the children!” I laughed. 

“Aye, maybe no’,” Jamie agreed, grinning, “But at least we’re old enough to drink, and they’re not.” 

“I AM!” Nolan insisted. “I’m plenty grow’d up!” 

“Oh, aye, to be sure,” Charlie said with a wink.  “I forgot we had a grown wee mannie in our midst.” He went to the kitchen and returned with an armful of ginger ale bottles. “A man needs a stiff drink.” He cracked open a lid and handed the glass bottle to his son, who looked terribly important at acknowledgment of his maturity. 

Bree was NOT intending to be overlooked. She put on her hips and insisted, “I’M mannie, TOO!” daring Charlie to say otherwise.

Nor did he, bless him. He already had a bottle ready for her. “Here ye go, wee mannie.” 

Bree had never had soda pop before, and she recoiled in surprise at first taste of the bubbly treat, looking as thought she’d rather skip this novelty; but, a true Fraser, she would never admit defeat with Nolan so proudly enjoying his, and so she gamely drank, getting violent hiccups almost instantly. 

“A Hogmanay toast?” Saoirse suggested, rising to her feet to pour some whisky. She offered one to me, but I accepted only a ginger ale.  Many people drank alcohol regularly during pregnancy, I knew (as had I, in the past) but somehow now it made me feel ill to think of accidentally intoxicating the poor thing. 

The toasts flew thick and fast. To our families! To the new year! To a better season on the pitch! To the whisky! And even—

“To our Bonnie Prince!” Charlie said, with an eye to Jamie, making a rude gesture toward the ceiling. “May he sleep wi’ spiders in his grave for the feckless wanker he was.”

“AAA-bloody-MEN!” I intoned with feeling.

“Aye,” Jamie said with a rueful nod as he drank, though he crossed himself.

He promptly choked as Bree squeaked out, “Whatssa WANE-gr?”

Before the rest of us could react, Nolan grinned fiendishly and started in with, “It means a–”

“That’s QUITE enough from you, a blalaich,” Saoirse said sharply. “And what would Great-Gran Murray say if she heard ye were knowing such a word??”

I shook with silent laughter along with Charlie, such that I almost didn’t hear Jamie’s quiet question: 


My belly tightened and I whipped my eyes up to look at him. He’d schooled his face into a mask of control—a sure bellwether of the deep emotional turmoil within him. 

Good Lord…. 

“My mother’s mam. They live together in Cambridge,” Charlie said blithely as he poured more whiskey all around. “The MacAlisters were none too pleased about my Da’s choice, but even they had to admit in the end what a fine woman she was. Strong and certain and wi’ a mouth on her that could wither fruit. Not one to charm royalty, she, but a damn formidable sort, Murrays.”

Formidable.  Like Jenny. 

“From, erm, which part of Scotland, is your mother’s family?” I asked casually.

“Roundabout Inverness, mostly.”

My heart quickened with excitement. Not far at all from Broch Morda. I was opening my mouth to ask more questions, to narrow and ascertain, but then I caught Jamie’s eye, his ever-so-slight shake of the head. I closed my mouth.

Later, after supper, while Charlie and Saoirse cleared the table (refusing our many offers of help), Jamie and I took the children into the sitting room again.  

I took Jamie’s hand. “Why not, my love?” I asked gently. 

He knew what I meant, but he didn’t answer right away, nor did he look me in the eye. He pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my cheek. 

“Does it—” I began tentatively, but he was already speaking. 

“Tis enough to me,” he said, simply, “that they might be.” 

And though it at first struck me as utterly ridiculous, not to wish to know for certain, I did come to understand what he meant, as the evening went on. To KNOW was so final.  Jenny and Ian certainly had THOUSANDS of descendants, and even so, the chances that we’d encountered someone from their direct line was highly unlikely, or at the very least, very difficult to prove. To allow himself to believe–that was the gift, here.

And I could see it in his eyes, the soft contemplation of it, the sense of true brotherhood between he and Charlie now even deeper. The tenderness that radiated out from his face as he knelt to speak to little Will about a toy. I could almost see the thoughts rolling through him.

Might some scrap of this lad owe itself to Ian? 

To Jenny? 

To Ellen of Leoch or Black Brian Fraser?

Aye…it might.

“Bree, a leannan, do ye want to come sit wi’ Da?” 

“No,” she said, shrugging back and rubbing her face, “I wan’ Mama.” 

“Fair enough,” he laughed. “I would want your Mama, too.” 

“Come here, baby,” I beckoned, groaning a bit as I gathered her up against my chest. “Oof, there’s my sweet girl.” I savored the feeling, as I always did, of holding Bree in my arms and the baby in my body. The sounds around us were muffled and distant as we settled into a warm heap of love.

The radio was switched on at 10:00, detailing the new year’s celebrations happening around the country. We’d arrived late in the evening, with the little ones having taken naps late in the day to stave off sleepiness, but the late hour was still wearing on them. Hot chocolate and slices of Black Bun cake at 11:00 were enough to rouse them temporarily, but it still took a great deal to get them all conscious for the big moment as we all got to our feet for the final seconds of 1950. 


And as it always did, Auld lang syne began to play. It meant absolutely nothing to Jamie, of course. He had predated Robert Burns and his lyrics, and couldn’t have discerned the tune in any case, but he listened to the words with eager interest. Charlie was drowning out the radio with the traditional scots rendition, though I only knew the same anglicized version that was playing. 

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne?

And for the first time in my life, with my children held close and Jamie’s arm around my back, the song gave me chills:

We two have run about the slopes,

and picked the daisies fine;

But we’ve wandered many a weary foot

since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,

from morning sun till dine

But seas between us broad have roared

since auld lang syne.

And both of us had tears running down our faces as we locked eyes. No, we wouldn’t ever forget the things of our past: neither the daisies of our life, nor the weary feet from the trampings of war, nor the roaring seas of tragedy that had indeed once swept us apart.  

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!

And give me a hand o’ thine!

And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

And as we moved toward the front door for the first-footing, I kissed my trusty friend, and didn’t need to see any dark stranger outside to know that 1951 would be the best year of our lives. 


Prompt- ‘Don’t come near me or I swear I will kill you’’ Go to hell!’

angst ANGST ANGST. And then fluff. 

You had been in a relationship with Spencer Reid for a year and a half now. So, you knew when something was wrong.

In the past week, he had suddenly become nervous, and awkward around you, as if he was hiding something. The other day, he even lied about what time he arrived back off the case, and returned home late on a Saturday night when you were 99.9% sure that Garcia had told you that the plane landed at 10am in the morning.

You automatically thought that it must have been because of a case, but then Garcia told you that all of the recent cases had been successful ones.

You then decided that he was cheating, but that idea was so absurd that you immediately dismissed it. He had always been completely and utterly loyal to you, and Spencer Reid having a bit on the side? Not a chance.

So, after he flew out on his next case, you paid a visit to your good friend, and the Oracle of All Knowledge, Penelope Garcia.

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First Words-Anidala 2017 Happy Skywalker Family AU

Leia had always been more vocal than her brother, babbling cheerfully at her parents while they held her and ready to scream the standard second she didn’t get her way.

She wasn’t even a year old before she said her first word–”Daddy". Padme wasn’t sure she had felt such a range of emotions when elected queen. She and Anakin were beside themselves, crying and laughing while Leia grinned up at her gushing parents and repeated the newly discovered word over and over.

Luke, on the other hand, was happy to quietly observe and let his sister claim the spotlight, most of the time. He babbled to his parents on occasion and enjoyed pointing at anything that interested him, but at a year and a half Luke had yet to utter even one intelligible word while Leia was beginning to form simple sentences.

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❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ i hope no one lowkey hates me. highkey hate me. hate me with every fiber of your being. go big or go home ❜
❛ my style isn’t even my style, i can’t afford my actual style ❜
❛ i feel like everyone has a teacher from high school that they’d 100% fight ❜
❛ i don’t mean to interrupt people i just randomly remember things and get really excited, i’m sorry ❜
❛ sir, you cannot name your son ‘Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3’ we just won’t allow it ❜
❛ if you asked me what my sexuality was, i couldn’t give you a straight answer ❜
❛ i just wanna wear lingerie, smell like lavender, and have soft skin ❜
❛ yabba dabba done with your shit ❜
❛ 5 years ago i was a fucking mess and now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with a cooler fashion sense ❜
❛ the only reason i’m staying in school is so i can provide for my future ❜
❛ occupation: sleepiest girl on the planet ❜
❛ true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse ❜
❛ (not so) breaking news: i’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it ❜
❛ my new year’s resolution is to stop ❜
❛ people keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like i’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about lmao listen, death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hot dog ❜
❛ do you sometimes wonder why you have weird friends but then you snap and realize that you’re as weird as them ❜
❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow ❜
❛ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ❜
❛ i wanna be the one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me ❜
❛ concept: me, having friends and being liked by people ❜
❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜
❛ replace my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less ❜
❛ i need a hug and six months of sleep ❜
❛ good morning i’m obsessed with being loved ❜
❛ don’t come back when you realize that i’m rare ❜
❛ i’m stuck in between ‘i really wanna meet new people’ and ‘why can’t everyone leave me the fuck alone’ ❜
❛ can you believe some people meet each other and just hit it off right off the bat and just… date??? and fall in love? ?? that sounds fake ? ? ? ❜
❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜
❛ people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person’ and i’m just like… buddy, i’m barely even a person ❜
❛ you ever talk to a stupid boy to pass time? ❜
❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜
❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜
❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it’s cute, i do not think it’s funny. i will kick you in the fucking face ❜
❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ there’s no blood in my veins anymore it is coffee and broken dreams ❜
❛ i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me ❜
❛ i’m a hopeless romantic… emphasis on hopeless ❜
❛ i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests… i don’t ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ my biggest problem is i don’t like, do shit ❜
❛ how am i supposed to be productive when netflix just automatically plays the next episode for you? ❜
❛ a girls sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth ❜
❛ at like a really specific time at night i feel like i wanna fall in love or some shit but then i wake up and i’m ok again ❜
❛ i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way. i have no preference ❜
❛ i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions ❜
❛ i want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but i’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza ❜
❛ why are there waiting lists for preschools?!?! babies are small!!!! 800 could fit in one room, just stack them ❜
❛ raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time ❜
❛ i hate being the stereotypical emo bitch, but life sux, my dude ❜
❛ i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw ‘em like real close and graze somebody to let them know to shut the fuck up ❜
❛ my heart says yes but my mom says no ❜
❛ if we are ever invaded by aliens and they wanna destroy earth and whatever that’s fine, but leave old friends senior dog sanctuary out of it ❜
❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜
❛ if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more ❜
❛ guess who got shit done today….. not me lmao but congrats to somebody out there ❜
❛ i promise i’m a lot nicer than my ‘walking to class’ face would lead you to believe ❜
❛ why spend money on booze when i can get fucked up by conspiracy theories for free? ❜
❛ binge watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant ❜
❛ merry crisis, everyone ❜
❛ my whole life is the one episode of friends where ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that he’s fine when he clearly isn’t fine ❜
❛ i’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men ❜
❛ kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too ❜
❛ do i even have a sexuality at this point or is it literally just ‘oh yes i’d kiss you’ ❜
❛ not interested dot com forward slash you ❜
❛ napping together is my kind of date ❜
❛ i’m trying to stop being a hater but it’s just so hard when there are so many things that need my hate ❜
❛ i need to stop imagining things i’d say in interviews if i was ever famous because i am not ❜
❛ guess who got their life together!!!!! …not me, but someone probably has ❜
❛ concept: the worst is over. everything’s gonna be okay now ❜
❛ me, giving your eulogy at your funeral: ‘we are gathered here today to mourn a friend, a relative, a companion and a loved one, and to kinkshame them one last time’ ❜
❛ one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry ❜
❛ i was so ugly in 2008 because i didn’t care about my looks, i cared about the jonas brothers ❜
❛ i’m the whole package: bitter AND petty ❜
❛ my life is that awkward walk/jog you do in front of a car when you’re crossing the street ❜
❛ i use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon and i was raised better than that ❜
❛ my aesthetic is looking really tired even when i’ve had enough sleep and having a lot of bad habits and responding poorly to criticism ❜
❛ yes you’re allowed to have other friends, you just have to love me more ❜
❛ i just want to be somewhere warm and making questionable decisions ❜
❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if you want to have a drink or get married ❜
❛ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said ❜
❛ ‘you’re kind of annoying’ kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted ‘kind of’ about it ❜
❛ *jumps over hole in sidewalk* yeah you could say i’m pretty fucking athletic ❜
❛ i don’t ‘dress to impress’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❜
❛ sorry, i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ❜
❛ valentine’s day is coming up, i don’t know what to buy myself ❜
❛ you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time ❜
❛ ‘dude, i’m wasted’ and by wasted, i’m talking about my wasted potential because i’m a lazy piece of shit ❜
❛ i may be a terrible person but at least i say please and thank you and use my fucking blinker ❜
❛ is it too late to try to be myspace famous ❜
❛ ask him if he’s good with his hands, then when he comes over, make him put together ikea furniture ❜
❛ if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart ❜
❛ please don’t get tired of me ❜
❛ finals? fuck a final. gone girl myself. ❜
❛ i really thought quick sand was going to be a bigger issue in life when i was little ❜
❛ i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire ❜
❛ why must the cute ones (me) suffer ❜
❛ nasa actually stands for ‘not any straight aliens.’ gayliens are real and out there ❜
❛ not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable ❜
❛ my mind says college, but my heart says isolated sheep herder in iceland ❜
❛ i am an adult oh god make it stop ❜

( you can find the other three parts here: 1, 2, 3 )

A Year in the Life of Dan and Phil // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, domestic fluff, family fluff, parent!Phan 

Words: 5.1k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none 

Summary: YouTube Notification: LessAmazingPhil just uploaded a video: “A Year in the Life of Dan and Phil”.

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The Woman of Many Faces

This was actually one of the harder analyses for me to start, because with Maddie, I’m not sure where to start. She seems to be a simple woman who reacts to each situation as it comes to her, but the fact is, Maddie’s demeanor completely changes depending on what role she’s playing. There’s mother Maddie, wife Maddie, scientist Maddie, ghost hunter Maddie, and even each of those can be different depending on what situation she’s dealing with.

When you also consider that each of these roles are equally important to her, how am I supposed to decide where to start talking about her first? I’m still not entirely sure, but I’m gonna give it a shot. Hopefully this won’t end up as too much of a mess.

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Every Me And Every You - Nineteen

You had a half hour reprieve between showering and Spencer’s next attack on your senses.

After your shower he’d handed you a silk kimono, the tags still on showing that it was also new. He dressed himself in a pair of loose pajama pants, not bothering with boxers and pulled another dressing gown around himself.

“You kinda remind me of Hugh Hefner dressed like that you know,“ you told him, lying propped up on the pillows on his bed.
He had a flat screen TV on his wall which he’d switched on to some late night celebrity talk show, and he glanced over at you, rolling his eyes.

“I seriously would have no clue what to do if I was Hugh Hefner. I kinda admire the guy, he’s made millions for himself. But all those girls around him constantly? No. One is plenty, thank you very much.”

“Personal question then, you don’t have to answer. Do you actually want to settle down, get married and have baby geniuses? I’ve seen you with Jack and Henry and you’re great, but I’ve never seen you express a wanting for them.”

“I do, someday. But when I find the right person for me. And that hasn’t happened yet.”

“But you’ve had girlfriends, you’ve told me. Did you not think that any of them were ‘the one.‘”

“Truthfully, no. The partners I’ve had that have been in the BDSM scene have simply been someone I shared an interest with. Sure, I cared for them but aside from the first girl, they were all people I’d met through this scene. We were sexually compatible and I’ve been able to find things to talk to them about, but…. they were never someone I could see myself with longterm. But neither was I for them.”

“And the partners you’ve had outside the scene?”

“There was only one that came close to being ‘the one.’ And I didn’t explore this at all with her, didn’t even tell her I was into it. We were only together for six months, and she could have been “the one” I guess. I was in love with her. But she couldn’t handle my job. And I was only twenty seven and wasn’t prepared to give up the BAU for her.“

He was thirty two now, to your twenty seven.

“Would you now? If someone asked. Would you leave the BAU?”

He thought carefully, pushing a loose lock of hair back.

“Possibly. Very probably actually. I do want kids. And I want a stable, happy relationship. I’ve earnt and saved a lot of money through profiling and gambling on the side, I could afford to take a desk job. But she’d have to be someone special. Someone who I could see myself growing old with and having a family with. If it were the choice between leaving the BAU and becoming a father, I’d take being a Dad. I’ve reached that point now I think.”

You could imagine Spencer being a dad and you knew he’d be the best father ever, but you didn’t say anything, just smiling at him instead.

“So what about you? You’ve never really mentioned any burning desire to settle down?” Spencer turned the question around to you.

“Erm…. One day I will. But again, it’s finding someone that makes settling down worthwhile. And finding someone who understands the job and knows that I’d be away a lot. Although again, if it came down to it, the job would come second. Not many guys have piqued my interest enough though for me to even consider leaving the BAU. Maybe one day though. If he was right for me.”

Spencer shifted on the bed, turning to face you, his robe falling open and exposing a strip of toned tummy.

“So what exactly is right for you then, Snow?”

You considered his question carefully.

“Well, just someone that makes me happy. That I can be myself around and not have to worry about putting on a facade for. Someone that makes me laugh but who I can have serious, deep conversations with. I want someone that I don’t HAVE to dress up for, but who I want to dress up for, who I want to look my best for, but who thinks I’m pretty when I’m slobbing about in my sweats. I want someone who would walk through fire for me, who will be there no matter what. So… not a lot really.” You laughed, thinking how strange this conversation was now.

“Do you have a physical preference?”

“Not really no. Although my last two boyfriends have been blonde haired, blue eyed babies. But I don’t find a particular type attractive. If it’s there, it’s there. What about you?”

“Pretty much the same, on both accounts. I don’t want someone that I have to hide my quirks from or pretend to be something I’m not. In terms of physical attraction, like you say. If it’s there, it’s there.”


“Are you attracted to me?” Woah Y/N. Brain to mouth filter on the fritz again.

“I’m quite certain I’ve already told you numerous times that I think you’re beautiful. I wouldn’t be able to have sex with you if I didn’t think you were attractive Y/N.”

He had. But you’d just thought it was pillow talk of sorts.

“Oh… Alright. So when you said you didn’t want someone you had to hide your quirks from, do you mean this? What we’ve been doing?”

“Kind of. But… If it wouldn’t bother me if they weren’t into this as long as the sex was good. This is just an added bonus.”

“Spencer, how.. Ugh I can’t think of my words here. Erm…. How bad does this get? Like, how bad do YOU get? Because so far, you’ve just seemed a lot more confident and assertive. And I like it. A lot. But….. ”

“But you were expecting me to be telling you you’ve been a bad girl and need to punished.” He smirked, knowing exactly what was going through your mind.

You nodded. It wasn’t that you wanted that specifically, but… well you kinda had expected it. So far, Spencer had been different to his usual self, but you could still see clear glimpses of the Spencer you knew so well.

“Alright, so you want to do an actual scene then, a role play?”

“I guess so.”

“Okay. Tomorrow. We’ll have breakfast and then we can utilise the skirt and shirt you’ve bought. You’ve seen that film, you know how it goes. You can be a secretary that makes mistakes. In fact, I’ll deduct the paddling from tonight and use it tomorrow. You might be too sore otherwise, two days in a row.”

“So we’re playing at being Maggie Gyllenhal and James Spader?”

“That or college student and professor. And no… I don’t have a school girl kink. College students are of all ages.”

You laughed at how quickly he’d tried to defend himself. “Spencer, when I was seventeen, I had a really REALLY hot teacher that I would have happily done things for to earn extra credit. So if you wanna play school girl and teacher, I am down with that shit. But no, we’ll play at Maggie and James tomorrow. I’m curious to see how much you’d change if you’re playing a character.”

“I’m curious about you too. So tomorrow. We’ll play a scene. But for now, ready to try some clamping?”


Not a sexy word.

But you were ready.


Baby Names and Impulsive Decisions

A/N: Based off Emily’s dream sequence she was thinking about Alison being a Dilaurentis-Fields, and Alison was wearing a wedding ring. This was inspired by the numerous baby name debates I’ve seen on tumblr, I didn’t think this take had been done yet, and it ended up becoming something more. (Will be posted as Together ch 6) Anyway, I’m excited to see the finale, pissed I have to work and therefore wait an extra 3 hours before I can see it. I hope you enjoy this mess of a mashup!

“Ok this is getting nowhere.” Emily huffed, leaning over the kitchen island she had been siiting at for the past 2 hours. After getting home from a trip to the grocery store, Alison began preparing dinner, not allowing Emily, with her poor cooking skills, to help. As the blonde was working, Emily brought up the topic of baby names, while it was still early in Alison’s pregnancy, the topic excited Emily. However, after 2 hours of deliberating and not coming up with anything solid, Emily was feeling exhausted. She offered to table the discussion for perhaps a more feasible one, “What about the last name?”

Alison turned her attention away from the pot on the stove to question Emily’s query, “What do you mean?”

“What will the baby’s last name be?” Emily hesitates a moment before adding her suggestion, “I’m thinking hyphenated. Dilaurentis-Fields.”

“Em, don’t be silly. It should be Fields. It’s your kid.” The blasé way Alison spoke all while turning back to face the stove, made Emily wary.  

“Biologically sure, but this is your baby too.” Her eyes bore into the back of her girlfriend’s head, silently willing her to turn around, this was not a conversation Emily wanted to have to her back.

Alison must have sensed the serious tone in Emily’s voice because she made her way over to the kitchen island, stood across from the brunette and rebutted, “I know. I just mean you have more of the connection. It’s important kids feel connected to their parents, and something like a shared last name will do that.” She vaguely remembered reading an article or something about this debate.

“All the more reason we should hyphenate. Plus no one knows they are my eggs. It would be weird for them to take only my name.” Emily started to feel uneasy, how could Alison not care about this. It was kind of a big deal.

Alison checked the stove again, not wanting to burn their almost finished meal. “They’ll know eventually, when this AD mess comes out, or when the baby comes out looking exactly like you.” She looked at her girlfriend as she said this, reminding her that this situation wasn’t as simple as Emily may think.

“Ok so when that roadblock comes, we tell people we decided to have a baby, used my eggs, let you carry, same sex couples do that all the time.” She was reaching for any explanation to convince Alison that it wasn’t as complicated as she thought it was.

“Sure, and we’re gonna tell them we decided to have a baby together before we were ever romantically involved…” Alison implored, raising her brow with a questioning smirk.

Emily became flustered, her girlfriend had a point, “I wouldn’t say ever; besides we can figure all that out later. I’m more concerned about what our child’s name will be.”

The extra emphasis on ‘our’ did not get lost on Alison who simply nodded in response before rebutting, “And I told you, it should be Fields.”

Exacerbated, Emily threw her hands up, “Why are you so against the hyphen?”

“Em, I’m not. I just prefer Fields.” Alison’s tone was soft and assuring. She did not want to start a fight over something so silly, especially when dinner was almost ready. She was eating for two these days, although sometimes it felt like three.

Her girlfriend still wasn’t having it, “Why?”

Alison sighed before turning the burner off, it’s obvious Emily wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon, and she didn’t want to burn the house down. She made her way around the island so she could be closer to the brunette, “Dilaurentis used to mean something, but now it’s just a reminder of that ‘bratty girl who faked her death’ and got her friends tortured for years.” Her air quotes lacking in enthusiasm, as was her voice.

“Ali,” Emily reached out to place a hand on Alison’s arm.

Quickly, Alison cut her off, “No Em, look, I know how this town works, I’ve heard the things people have said about me. When people found out I would be teaching their kids, oh man the gossip, the slander.” Her exaggeration was meant to imply the vast volume of instances where she heard the people of Rosewood destroy her, albeit already shameful character.

She continued her speech, to which Emily was intently listening, never breaking eye contact, “Now, I can take it, hell I deserve it because most of what they say is true.” Emily silently took one of Alison’s hands in her own, happy the blonde didn’t pull it away like before. “I don’t want that negative stigma to follow my child.”

Emily finally looked away, finding a spot on the counter that seemed suddenly very interesting, “I guess I never thought of it like that.”

“I have, a lot,” Alison pulled her hand away, gently wrapping her arms around Emily’s neck, “in fact, I was hoping that one day,” she tightened her hold, bring Emily as close to her face as possible, “when we get married,” her hands tangled in the brunette’s hair, gently scraping her scalp, “you’d let me become a Fields…then we’d all be on the same page.” She alludes to their unborn child at the end. The Field’s family, the image in Alison’s mind.

“You want to marry me?” Emily’s voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an air or disbelief.

“I’d like to.” Alison simply states, staring intently into Emily’s eyes. She shies away, before timidly adding, “If you’ll have me?.”

A huge grin overcame Emily’s face, heat radiating off her face from the intense blush. “Are you kidding? Of course!” Emily pulled Alison in for a long, hunger-filled kiss, all the while internally chastising herself for her schoolgirl-esque giddiness. She breaks away in a laugh, oh the things Alison makes her feel.

“Did we just get engaged?” The question was asked in a light hearted, loving tone, but the pause, and the look on Alison’s face after it hung in the air, took on an unexpected seriousness, neither girl saw coming.

“I mean…consider it a pre-engagement?” Emily’s hands snaked their way around Alison’s back, “I don’t think we really have time to plan a wedding with a baby on the way.”

Alison’s signature smirk grew in response, “I don’t know,” she played with a lock of Emily’s hair, her arms still around the girl’s neck. “Aria terrorized us as AD’s minion and planed her wedding. Hanna and Caleb got married at city hall. I think we could pull it off.” Her tone was flirty and playful.

“Are you being serious?” The brunette couldn’t tell.

A shrug of shoulders with an accompanying, “Why not,” came from the blonde, before continuing on a more serious note, “it’s not like we have to get married tomorrow, or even a year from now. But I know I want to be your wife, let’s just call it what it is, fiancée.” Her playful tone from before returned with the use of the French word. A soft smile graced her lips as she thought, what was it with them and the country of France?

“We don’t have rings.” Still in disbelief, Emily could only lightly laugh continuing the ‘joke.’

“So we’ll go shopping tomorrow.” Alison pleaded, “Em, I love you. Like you said the other day, we’ve waited so long to get to this place together, why wait any longer?” There was no flirtly, playful, joking sense in her voice. She was dead serious, she wanted to marry Emily Fields.

It took a moment for it to truly sink in for the brunette, her girlfriend, the girl she’s loved forever, the girl she once thought she’d never have a future with, Alison Dilaurentis, was asking her, no pleading with her to marry her. The amount of times Emily has dreamed of this moment, it was actually happening, and everything felt so organic. How a conversation about baby names led them to getting engaged, sounds so crazy, and yet it felt perfect. Like they’ve both said, they took so long to come together, officially, when in actuality they had always been committed to one another. Alison said all her past relationships failed because she was in love with Emily, and Emily felt she could never fully love someone as long as Alison had a hold of her heart. Why not go ahead and give in to the inevitable?

Emily pulled her girlfriend, or now fiancée, in for another kiss, “Okay, future Mrs. Fields, whatever you say.” The look on Alison’s face was enough to kill any doubt she may have had about this rather impulsive decision. The blonde had never stared at her with more love and desire than right at this moment.

Alison pulled Emily in for a crazed filled kiss that lasted for what felt like forever, and yet neither girl wanted it to end. When they broke apart, Alison smiled widely, and earnestly asked, “So we’re going with Fields?”

“If that’s what you really want, yes.” Alison eagerly nodded in confirmation, “I love you no matter who you are.” Emily pulled Alison into her arms as tightly as she could, relishing in the feeling. If you had told Emily seven years ago, 5 years ago, hell even one year ago that she would end up engaged to her ‘straight’ best friend she fell for all those years ago, she would’ve laughed in your face. Even now it still felt like a dream, and if it was, she hoped she’d never wake up.

What He Has

Kirishima Week Day 4 (July 4th): Ayato

Summary: Hinami watches Ayato, Touka and Kaneki– now a family– and she realises that all she longs for, is all that Ayato has. In other words, Hinami overthinking about stuff and being jealous of Ayato and his family. (2.5k words) 

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written Ayahina in a more negative light and it hurts a lot. I was supposed to write something else for today but I sidetracked with this headcanon I had all of a sudden. I don’t know what I feel about writing a birthday fic for Ayato where Hinami is borderline hating him… For @kirishima-week (tagging because for some strange reason, tumblr is a bitch to me and it randomly never puts any of my posts up in a few tags and I don’t want this to go missing as well). 

Read here for Touka’s birthday fic and here for my other Kirishima Week posts! ^^ 

🐠🐰 Happy Birthday Kirishima Ayato! 🐰🐠

Please do reblog if you enjoyed this fic!


But even then, she can’t help it. Hinami wants what he has.

The green-eyed demon snickers in her ears, whispering blasphemous suggestions and raising vile thoughts. Hate him, it seems to say, hate the boy who has everything you desire but dared to turn his back on it.

Ayato left Touka. He had his reasons— reasons which, for some reason, she can’t seem to recall— but even then, how could he just leave? She remembers Touka’s withdrawn features whenever she looking out the window, mind imprisoned between thoughts and opinions she never was privy to. She knows Ayato had to be a part of it— that he had to be Touka’s biggest worry and concern back before things really fell apart. She knows that as much as Touka loves and cares for her, Hinami will always be a spot behind him. She was never able to be him. She was never able to fill in for the void he left in her. The most she could be, was a mere replacement— a pseudo-sister to fill partly the pain of a lost brother.

And in the worst of cases, if she ever is made to choose in some kind of life-and-death situation, Touka will rush to rescue Ayato over her— that, Hinami was sure of without a doubt.

Onii-chan too now…

How is it that Ayato, the one who seemed to detest Kaneki so much at one point, is the one who’s truly related to him now? How is it that Hinami, who longs for a sibling like Kaneki, is the one who’s utterly alone now? She’s not just alone, she’s the sole loner. She isn’t in the same situation as the now-married Kaneki. 

She’s the only loser without a family.

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Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part C)

A/N: Part 4C 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B)

You stood at a distance watching Sebastian and Ava as they found comfort in the other’s arms. It was moments like those that you knew your best friend had chosen the right person to marry, someone who could disperse her nerves. Sebastian had chosen correctly too; he felt like he could breathe properly when he saw her waiting for him at the lighthouse. He swept her into his arms and kissed her until they felt like they were the only ones standing there. It was slightly uncomfortable for you, but you were happy for them. You found yourself smiling when you thought of the way Sebastian’s eyes lit up at the sight of his bride-to-be in her wedding dress. He had reacted similarly to the way Chris reacted when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time; he couldn’t stop smiling, nor could he speak. Sebastian was in such awe, thanking the universe- and his best friend- for you so he could have Ava. The first words he got out after a minute or two of gaping was “I love you” and you’d almost swoon with Ava.

“Hey,” Chris slipped his hand into yours as he joined your side; you smiled at him then turned back to watch Sebastian and Ava. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them,” he said and you immediately scoffed, gesturing between the two of you. “You didn’t let me finish,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them, other than when the two of us are standing in front of a mirror of course.”

“Of course,” you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arm around his waist instead, leaning into him as his arm draped over your shoulder. “Is it weird if I say I’m proud of them?” You asked Chris, smiling at Sebastian and Ava who had started their hand in hand stroll on the boardwalk. It was pretty obvious they were in their own world, talking and laughing. They looked so comfortable with each other now that you could barely remember how awkward they were when they first met; it seemed like a lifetime ago now. You were so happy for them as they were two fabulous souls that deserved everything they were getting with each other. “‘Cause I am really proud of them,” you continued when Chris said nothing.

“Me too,” he nodded with a smile. “But I’m proud of us too,” he said and you turned to him with a raised brow. “I mean- we did play matchmaker, remember?” He reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “If it weren’t for us, those two would’ve never met. Well-” he scrunched his nose. “They probably would’ve met, but whether or not they would’ve dated- that’s a different story. They can be flirty when they want to be, but- I don’t know, I’ve always felt like they’re both fairly passive souls. That’s probably why they work so well together.”

“Are we passive souls?”

Chris snorted, “you’re kidding, right?” You giggled because you knew the two of you weren’t at all passive- passive-aggressive, maybe. “Have you seen us when we argue, darling? Have you seen my interviews and tweets about politics or sports? Or rather, have you seen yourself when you get vocal about something you believe in?” He pressed his lips on your cheek, nuzzling his beard into your skin and making you laugh even harder as you squirmed. “We are as far away from passive as humanly possible.”

“And that’s why we work so well together,” you grinned at him and he chuckled with a nod. “What do you think Jack will be like?” You diverted your gaze to your belly when you felt him kick; Chris did too, 'cause you’d flinched. That kick was his third kick of the hour, keeping up with the pattern of his fetal movement. He was always more active around this time of the day, and in the evening just before bed. “He’s going to be a Pisces, Pisces are said to be the passive-aggressive type.”

“As much as I enjoy astrology, you know it’s-”

“A whole lot of bullshit?” You asked then laughed when he did. “Yes, I know. But you have to admit there is some truth behind it. I mean- look at me and tell me I’m not a hundred percent Virgo with my perfectionism and other annoying traits.” He bit back his smile and you giggled. “Yeah, and you’re very much so a Gemini. I know it’s not the planets or the moon and stars controlling us, but star signs can be pretty accurate sometimes.”

“Yeah, because we morph our personalities into something similar after reading these things. Or our parents read them and raised us a certain way.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew it was the logical explanation. “People aren’t affected until they know about it, it’s like a placebo almost. We want to relate and we unconsciously adapt. Raise a child with no knowledge of astrology and you’ll see, they’d end up with all the traits of every star sign 'cause they’re generic traits.”

“Okay, since when did you become so logical?” He laughed at that. “I was just saying, God. I’m not going to raise him based on his star sign, he can relate and adapt when he’s older. You know, if you don’t turn him into a skeptic first.” You quipped, drawing more laughter. “I just want to raise him to be a good person, a gentleman and a scholar.” Chris chuckled then smiled when you kissed his jawline and said, “just like his daddy.”

“You’re too kind to me,” he dipped his head and met your lips.

“The two of you realize we’re the ones getting married, right?” Sebastian’s teasing voice forced you and Chris to break your kiss. You both turned in their direction, stifling your laughter. “God, will the two of you ever stop being disgustingly sweet?”

“Probably not, no,” Chris shook his head then smiled at you when you laughed. “You two ready to get married and join the disgustingly sweet train?” Sebastian and Ava smiled at each other, then nodded at the both of you. “Okay then. It looks like we’ve got five minutes to get the two of you to where you need to be.” He kissed your cheek while Sebastian kissed Ava’s. “I’m going to take the groom back, you handle the bride. Let’s go,” he pulled his arm off you and walked off, glancing back to make sure Sebastian was following.

“See you soon, baby,” Sebastian looked back to wave at Ava and Ava blew him a kiss, smiling. “God, Chris. Wait up!” He started to jog when Chris disappeared around the corner. “It’s not like…” His voice trailed off with the distance.

“Feeling better?” You asked Ava, locking arms with her as the two of you slowly strolled back. You had to be careful with your steps considering you were both carrying lives inside your bellies. Ava wasn’t too worried, it wasn’t a far walk and she was the bride; the bride could be fashionably late, she could do whatever she wanted because it was her day.

“Much,” Ava nodded. “Now I know why you had to sneak off with Chris on your wedding day too.” She commented and you shot her a smug look, making her laugh. “I can’t believe I’m getting married to him, I feel so fortunate right now.”

“He feels the same way,” you told her with a smile. “Believe me, I saw the way he looked at you and there is no one in the world he’s going to love more than you.” Ava placed a hand on her belly and was about to correct you when you cut her off. “No, not even little peanut. You are number one, believe me.”

“Of course I do,” she smiled. “You’re an expert when it comes to being a guy’s number one.” You chuckled, knowing she was referring to Chris. “Do you remember that article we read where he said family came from an extension of the love you have your partner? That you needed to want the relationship more than the idea of having a kid?” You nodded. “Do you remember us thinking he got that from your series?” You nodded again, chuckling. “Well, did he? Did you ask him?”

“I didn’t ask, but he did tell me. He’s always carried that philosophy, but after reading my series- it sorta stuck with him even more, which is sweet.” You said and Ava nodded in agreement. “I definitely felt like it was a load off my shoulders 'cause while I knew I wanted to have kids with him, I didn’t know when. You know me, we talked about this before I even met him- I was afraid that if I did end up with him and didn’t want kids yet, he’d dump me or whatever.”

“And I told you he wouldn’t, but you didn’t believe me until you read that article.” She reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “And look where you are now, you’re happily married to your celebrity crush and carrying his baby. And I am too,” she let out a nervous, but excited laugh. “It’s kinda surreal, isn’t?”

“A little, yeah.” You nodded in agreement, smiling. Ava looked like she was about to talk again, but you interrupted before she could. “But it’s real and it’s happening and we’re going to late, so enough on me and enough on the surreality. Let’s go get you married, girl.”

“Okay,” she grinned.

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Part 4D

Bad Girl Ch 10: Who Needs A Hug?

You guys asked for it!

“I have to call him,” I hold my hand out expectantly, Suho just stares at me, his lips in a firm line. My fingers run through my hair in frustration, “You honestly expect me to not talk to him? Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a mess, I have to talk this through with him and you have my phone so hand it over.”

“Baby,” Luhan comes up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. “We just got you back, we don’t want you anywhere near that bastard.”

“That bastard is my fiancé until proven guilty and even if all of this was his fault that doesn’t mean I coming back. But beyond this whole mess I have other responsibilities, other people who will be worried about me,” I pause as my own words sink in. “I wonder if Jiyong told Jiho about all of this, he must be so worried, I need my phone now!”

“We need to talk,” Suho says sternly but I’m not afraid of him or little anymore, I don’t back down.

“If you don’t want to give me my phone give me any phone. I need to call Jiho and after that I need to call Jiyong to talk to him about some things.”

“Suho, just do it, she won’t give up,” Luhan sighs.

Suho hands over my phone, anger in his eyes, “Put it on speaker.”

I roll my eyes, “Fine.” I eagerly search through my phone for Jiho’s number and call him.

He answers on the second ring, “Oh my god pretty bird are you okay?”

“I’m fine Oppa, just a bit shaken up,” I admit, relaxation washes over me at the sound of his voice. I didn’t know I could miss his stability so much.

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you!”

“Like hell you are!” Suho roars making me jump away from him, right into Luhan’s arms.

The older glares daggers at him, “Suho you aren’t scaring anyone except for Jooyoung, stop it with that bull shit.”

“Is that them?” Jiho snarls.

“Oppa please stay calm,” I beg into the phone, “I need someone to be my rock right now because I can’t do this. I need you to be calm and level headed, I need you to be my voice of reason. You are always able to help me through so I need you to do that right now, please?”

He is quiet for a moment before humming a soft, “As you wish.”

“Thank you, I just wanted to tell you that I’m okay, well mostly,” My hand goes to rest on the bandage concealing the cut on my neck.

“How long are you going to be there?”

I look up at Suho and Luhan who are staring right back at me, waiting for my response as well. I shrug, “I need to talk to Jiyong before even thinking about tonight, tomorrow for sure, we still have to meet with Youngguk so I’ll message you where to pick me up before that. Is everything all set for tonight?”

“You are basically in your own hostage situation, stop thinking about other people. Hanbin and his guys will get the kid, you and I need to get you home safe, alright?”

“Okay Oppa, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He sighs, “I’ll be waiting, call if you need anything.”

“Of course.”

“I love you little sister,” He hums softly into the phone.

“Stop sounding so emotional you are hurting my heart,” I mimic back to him what he told me hours ago. A sad smile spreads on my face, how things have changed in such a short time, “I love you too Oppa, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up and press my phone to my head for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to keep myself from crying. Be strong, you have to be strong. I can’t let them see that I’m weak, I will not let them make me small again.

“Who the hell was that?” Suho asks in a quiet, but still very upset, voice.

“Let’s wait until I call Jiyong to talk about things, I’d preferred to only get yelled at once by you today if that’s possible,” I snap back at him while I call Jiyong. I have to keep my brave face on.

“My love?” Jiyong answers hopefully.

I sigh, “Oppa.”

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you at all? There was a lot of commotion and than the line when dead, I had no idea what happened,” His voice is filled with panic. I begin to wonder if this sweet man could think of such a plan, fake my death and claim to the world that I’m a fake, could he really do that?

“I’m fine Oppa.”

“Thank God, what are they planning on doing now? Did those bastards let you go?”

“No, but you are on speaker so I would keep the trash talking to a minimum.”

He scoffs, “They wouldn’t dare hurt you.”

“But they could lock me back up and throw away the key.”

“I wouldn’t let them do that to you again.”

I take a deep breath and ask, “Oppa, could I ask you a few things? These things have been weighing a lot on my heart.”

“Of course my love, anything,” He answers eagerly.

I can barely get myself to say it, “Did you plan my kidnapping?”

“Of course not! I would never do anything to hurt you!”

“Is Jiho involved in this lie?” That seems harder to say than the first. I can’t imagine the horrible reality of Jiho being involved in this, the thought rips out my heart.

He is quiet for a moment, “He wasn’t really involved. He just doesn’t know all of it. I would like to explain that better but that would just give you more questions.”

“I really want to ask you why you lied to me. I want to know how this is connected to my kidnapping but I need to ask that to your face so I will wait.”

“How long?”

I flop to the floor on my butt and let out a heavy sigh, “I’m going to talk to these guys for awhile. We have a lot to talk about, and I told them until I know what is going on we are still engaged so please don’t worry about anything happening.”

“I trust you completely. When do you think you will be coming home?”

“I told Jiho that I would be going to my meeting tomorrow so I can come by after that so we can talk.”

“Does that mean you are sleeping there?”

“I have to talk to twelve men who were grieving over my death for a year, three of them tried to kill themselves because of it, I have a long night of talking a head of me.”

He sighs, there is a thunk and I imagine him resting his head on his desk, “I love you. I love you so much, don’t ever forget that. I will make lunch for us and we can sit down and talk, okay?”

“Okay Oppa, I’ll see you then,” I pause for a moment before I admit, “I love you too.” I hang up before he has the chance to talk me into coming home now, I know he could.

“You love him?” Suho echoes, both hurt and angry.

“I do love him, I wouldn’t be getting married to him if I didn’t love him,” I state as if it is obvious.

“What about us baby?” Luhan wonders, “Do you still love us?”

“Yes,” I sigh and begin running my hands through my hair, “Of course I love you. I’m just mad and confused… and… and I just don’t know what is going on.”

“Are you mad at us?”

“Of course I’m mad at you! But not because of this whole abandoning thing right now, I’m mad because of how all of you handled me being gone! Look at you guys, your younger brothers are a mess, why didn’t you take care of them?”

“We all had problems of our own Baby, but can I ask you something, since you still love us?”

I sigh, “What?”

“Can I hug you?” He chokes on his words as he opens his arms up to me. For a brief second I consider pushing him away and just storming out but I don’t, I can’t get myself to. I stare at him, taking in his thinner face and body, there are bags under his eyes and I can’t stop my heart from breaking. I step closer to him and wrap my arms around him, enjoying the familiar scent. “I’ve missed you so much,” His face is tucked into the crook of my neck, I can feel his tears making my skin sticky.

“Hush, Lulu, it’s okay now, I’m not dead, I’m right here,” I coo softly. I kiss the top of his head before pulling away. Suho is watching us with bloodshot eyes, he’s trying not to cry but failing. Tears start forming in my own eyes as I open my arms to him, “Come on Suho, I know you want one too.”

He doesn’t hesitate to basically tackle me to the ground, “I’m so sorry.” I lay there with my arms wrapped around his head, his weight resting on top of me, a position I’m not used to with him. He feels so small right now, so sad and weak.

“I forgive you, please stop crying,” My hand rubs his back in a soothing motion, trying to calm the normally strong man. Luhan joins us on the floor, he pulls my head into his lap and begins running his fingers through my hair as he stares down at me. We just lay there for a while enjoying the familiar feeling of each others company. I don’t know how much time has passed when someone knocks on the door. None of us respond.

“How are things going?” Kris asks as he opens the door.

“Pretty good, I guess,” I smile at him.

“Can I have a turn?” Kris comes closer and nudges Suho with his foot. I pat the younger on the back signaling him his turn is done.

Suho shakes his head and holds me tighter, “Can’t I just stay here forever?”

“There is going to be a line forming soon,” The giant whines. “I want more than five seconds with her.” Suho groans but rolls off me and glares up at the older.

“You have at most thirty seconds before someone else comes, you better hurry,” I open my arms up yet again. He eagerly joins us on the floor and takes the same position as Suho with his head on my chest. Only a moment passes before four more figures are in the door way. “Sorry, I guess it was only thirty seconds from when you walked in the door.”

He looks over his shoulder as his younger brothers before kicking the door closed. “I have twenty seconds left with you in peace.”

I chuckle but do nothing more.

“We have all night, right?” Luhan wonders.

I nod, “My meeting is at noon so Jiho will pick me up tomorrow morning around 10 since he’ll have a lot of questions himself.”

“Who is Jiho?” Suho asks.

I sigh, “Five more seconds then we can go back to the living room and I’ll explain everything that happened after I was kidnapped.”

“That’s too long,” Sehun whines from outside.

“Shut your mouth punk,” Kris growls.

I smack his back, “Don’t talk like that to your little brother. You were whining less than a minute ago.”

“Noona,” Sehun calls, “Noona.”

“I’m coming Sehunnie,” I roll Kris over so I’m on top before quickly jumping to my feet and rushing through the door, leaving the older boys dumbstruck on the floor. I pull the door open revealing Sehun, Kai, Tao, and Kyungsoo. “Lets go to the living room before the hugs start again.” I lead the group of boys back into the living room where Xiumin, Chanyeol, Chen, and Lay are all waiting. They jump to their feet at the sign of my return.  I can see the hesitance to approach me in their body language making me chuckle. I was the one who was kidnapped yet they are the ones afraid while I’ve never felt more powerful in their presence, “Who’s first?”

“Me!” Sehun picks me up and brings me to the couch. His body wraps around mine like a snake, holding me tight in his embrace.

“So everything is okay?” Chanyeol assures.

“Things aren’t okay,” I admit, “but we are going to figure it out. I am leaving tomorrow morning to talk to Jiyong but you guys have me until then to talk about everything.”

“Are you going to go back to him?” Chen squeaks.

“I need to talk to him before I decide anything fully.”

“What if it was all him?” Xiumin questions, “What if he planned all of this so he could have you all to himself? Will you come back to us?”

“I don’t know,” I snap but regret it a moment later when all of them basically deflate. “Look guys I’m sorry for snapping but you need to give me more than a few hours to deal with this news. My life was completely flipped upside down and I don’t know who I can trust right now.”

“You seem to trust that Jiho guy,” Suho points out.

“Your time is up,” Kai points out before pulling me out of the youngest’s grip and into his own.

“Who is Jiho?” The group says in a chorus.

“Jiho is my close friend and body guard. He’s like a big brother.”

Kris crinkles his nose in disgust, “Does he have anything to do with your kidnapping?”

“No!” I say firmly, both for myself and for them, “He would never do that to me. He was there when I got attacked, they knocked him out too. I trust him with my life, he is my guardian angel so leave him out of this.”

“Fine,” Kris holds his hands up in surrender.

“Let me go.”

“What do you say?”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Please.”



He pouts, “You said it to Suho hyung earlier and Baekhyun hyung too.”

“I already told you I am not your little girl,” I sneer.

“Stop saying that, you are her. You are my baby!” He actually yells holding me tighter but I force my way out of his embrace onto my feet.

“I am Kim Jooyoung,” I protest, “I am the white dragon of Korea, I am not some innocent little child.”

“White dragon?” Kyungsoo questions. “The black dragon’s new partner in crime? The person who has been involved in all of those gun and drug deals, that white dragon?”

I nod, “The one and only.”

“That is impossible,” Chanyeol tries to shake the idea out of his head. “I’ve heard the white dragon is brutal, he has ordered at least a dozen gangs to be either wiped out or taken over. He has a thousand foot soldiers and Jiyong’s own personal henchmen on call. You can’t be that person, I don’t believe it.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Why does it have to a he? I’ve changed a lot in this last year, more than I ever thought possible but here I am. The technical queen to one of the biggest mafia groups in Asia.”

“How could Jiyong let you into this world? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is for you?” Suho snaps. “This will not be continuing when you come home.”

“This is our problem, right here!” I snarl back, “You guys need to stop forcing me into a bubble. Who said I was coming back here? I don’t want to go anywhere where I can’t be who I want to be.”

“And this is who you want to be?” Kai gestures to all of me.

“Damn right.”

“You don’t honestly think this is a good life for you, do you?” Sehun is completely dumbfounded by me right now.

“We just want what is best for you,” Yixing tries with a calm voice, “We want to keep you safe from all of this.”

“Too late now. I am in this, I am actually running this. Now let me tell you guys something that you need to understand. If I do come back to this house, I’m not saying I’m going to, but if I do you can’t baby me all the time. You can’t keep me locked in this house or in an office. I will come and go as I please because I will not leave my work. I worked hard to get involved in this world and I’m not leaving because you want to keep me safe. If you can’t understand that tell me now so I don’t waste my time here tonight.”

The room is dead silent.

I chuckle dryly, “Is that really such a hard limit for you? You can’t give me my freedom? I’ll give you guys some time to think on things, I’m going to give Baekhyun the same speech. Even thought he just about killed me maybe he’s calmed down enough to know if he really love me or just my little side.” I turn and take a few steps toward the doorway when someone grabs my arm.

“I love you,” Xiumin confesses. “I love you when you are little, when you are big, when you are mad, when you are happy, I love you so much it hurts. I will give you anything you want, just please don’t leave me again.”

Of course it’s him. He stares at me with that cat like eyes and I find myself smiling. I let him pull me into his arms and almost crush me in a hug. My heart flutters, I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too.”

“Whatever you want,” Luhan sighs coming forward, “I’ll give it.” He joins in on the hug, followed by the rest of the group until I’m drowning in their embrace.

“As nice of a moment this is, I need to talk to Baekhyun too,” I feel bad breaking up the love circle but I don’t feel fair leaving Baekhyun out.

“I can go get him,” Chanyeol quickly volunteers.

I shake my head, “I need to talk to him alone especially after the whole almost killing me thing.”

They part like the red sea for me, I shuffle around the familiar home, up the stairs and down the hall until I’m standing outside his room. I can’t hear anything from the outside but I still knock.

“Just leave me to die,” He grumbles from inside. I open the door anyway and close it behind me. Baekhyun is laying in the middle of the floor with his forehead resting against the wood. He lifts his head only to bring it back down to floor with a quiet thunk. “If you are going to kill me don’t make it fast, I deserve the most painful death imaginable.” His voice is scratchy and strained from crying so much. I can see that the floor is wet from tears.

My heart cracks, “No you don’t.”

His head snaps up to look at me, “Baby?”

I consider telling him not to use my nickname but the broken look in his eyes keeps the words off my lips, replacing them with ones I didn’t want to use, “Hi Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that!” He snaps before returning to the same position, the thunk becomes louder. “I hurt you, I don’t deserve to be your daddy. You should hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. In fact, I love you.”

He shakes his head, “You love Jiyong, you should love Jiyong. He would never hurt you like I did. He protected you for a whole year until I came in and fucked everything up for you. You should just hate me.”

“Stop saying that,” I snap.

“But it’s true!” He scream back, “I ruined everything for you, you would be happy and at home with him right now if it wasn’t for me. I destroy everything! I should just die!” He slams his head down hard on the wood making me jump.

“Baekhyun stop!” I rush over to him as he continues to smack his head again and again.

“I’m sorry baby,” He cries as he keeps going.

“You are hurting yourself stop! You are going to kill yourself!”

“I deserve it!”

If I Could Do It All Over Again

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 7/16

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: unhealthy relationship, abusive tendencies, cussing

Word Count: 3,567

Dedication: @xfallingsnowx , I really enjoyed your insights!!

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A/N: Tell me what you guys think! I really enjoyed the feedback from last chapter!

Eliza never expected Tench to be so intrusive. Only six years before, he was the nicest guy she’d met, and several people had said the same. Eliza didn’t know if she should’ve blamed his actions on them strictly being “fight or flight” or something else.

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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Hamilton

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Pairing: jamilton (hamilton x jefferson)

Premise: modern law school au – Thomas works at the law library where Alex spends all his time.

Tags: @overrealityy @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @catsmlg

Word Count: 1850

Warnings: swearing, LOTS of drinking, also things get REAL spicy (this is a very sinful chapter, i’m sorry)

Dedicated to: @a-dott-ham @thedemigodninja15  @gone-with-the-wifi (and everyone already tagged) for filling up my notifications with love :D

a/n: enjoy <3

“And… I think you should take it. You should go to South Carolina.”

Alex didn’t know what to expect. He predicted that there would be tears…. Considering it was him, not John, that had begged to get back together last year, (not to mention their hazy plans of marriage) he imagined his boyfriend would be at least a little furious that he wanted to end it now – and furious for John meant tears and sadness.

So it was to Alex’s immense surprise and confusion that John smiled and kissed him.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! So obviously everyone loved the episode last night - there was just so much destiel feels in there it's enough to fill up an entire football stadium. BUT I keep thinking that the writers might be trying to set Cas and Kelly up, because you know, it's supernatural, and I just feel like the possibility of destiel going canon is too good to be true. I mean, Kelly is great, but it would be the worst romance ever - weird and force and kinda cringey. Maybe I'm paranoid, idk. What do you think?

(via @anon) Idk if i like where this story is going… i dont want to see cas kelly baby stories and him raising the child :/ i want cas with the brothers :(

Hi - I’m squishing these two asks together, hope you guys see it. :)

The Nephilim: what’s next?

Look, the thing is - maybe the Nephilim will die in the finale, or maybe he’ll be the Big Thing in S13 - we still don’t know. What we do know, on the other hand, is that it would be very hard to work him into the story in a way that’ll keep Cas away from Sam and Dean. Like, you know - from a narrative point of view, what do you do with this thing?

  • Option 1 It’s born and it grows at a normal human rate. If this happens, the Nephilim will have no place whatsoever in the show, because babies are both hard to work with and boring boring boring, and as much as we, the demented viewers, want to see Dean and Cas making nonsense noises and cooing at this second Antichrist, it’s not going to happen. If this is where they’re going, we’ll have a Jesse situation: the Nephilim will be carted off to live with some other hunter (not Cas, because Cas is one of the main characters and is needed elsewhere), and we’ll never hear from him again. 
  • Option 2 It’s born and grows Amara-style, turning from adorable creepy baby who moves stuff with his mind to overly attractive teenager who winks at Dean and makes him uncomfortable. I hope they’ll avoid this narrative, because we’ve seen the exact same thing last year, but if they do something like that -
  • Option 2a If the Nephilim is a bad guy, he’ll probably become S13′s Big Baddie, and Cas will have no reason to stick with him, so we’ll have the usual ‘only you can break me free from this mind control spell but nobody knows why’ trope and TFW will spend the rest of the season staring gloomily into space and wondering how to kill a semi-god, again.
  • Option 2b If the Nephilim is a good guy, he’s gone. There is simply no way they can keep around an allpowerful and benign deity without having massive problems. This is why they keep hurting Cas, remember?, because if Cas had his wings and his courage and his cold logic and his angelic self-confidence, Sam and Dean could spend their days playing beer pong in the Bunker. Cas would simply teleport himself wherever a monster has been spotted, look around with his x-ray vision, and then lift a finger and make a whole abandoned neighbourhood explode. And that’s it. So, well - like they did with Jesse, and even with Amara and Chuck - if this new kid is a Good Person, he’ll probably wander off on his own.
  • Option 2c If the Nephilim is a Gabriel-like morally grey trickster, it’s likely the Winchesters will still vote to hunt him down and kill him. They did it to Gabriel, after all, and if he hadn’t died (*wails forever*) in the war against Lucifer, I’m sure Sam, at the very least, would have gone after him. Tricksters work fine, or more than fine, as characters, but you don’t want one living in the same reality as you. Look at the messes Loki manages to whip up every couple of weeks - nope, if something is too powerful and you can’t understand how they think and feel, unfortunately the best option is to take them out. Better to be safe than sorry.

It’s still possible, at this point, that something happens and the Nephilim dies, likely with Kelly. This would make sense for a number of reasons, including that everyone except Cas, Lucifer and Kelly really wants this thing gone. The Host is gunning for him, Crowley would surely prefer he died, the BMoL (if they knew about him) would probably launch a nuclear grenade wherever Kelly is and to hell with ‘collateral damage’, and even Sam and Dean - they want to be normal and kind, but they might have no other choice, and if it comes to that, they know they must at least try to kill this child, because, yeah, NOT A CHILD, PEOPLE, and look at what happened with Amara. So maybe it’s not the Nephilim’s life that’s the big plot of next season, but his death and how it happens. We know we’re headed for some massive family conflict, and, in this sense, what’s going on with Cas is part of that. It’s those old what’s right and wrong, who’s your family, who do you trust questions Supernatural likes to throw at us, but, as we’ve seen in the past, whatever happens the endgame is what Dean just told us to our faces - him, Sam, and Cas working together, Team Free Will, because they’re better together and they’re family and that’s not gonna change, demonic baby or no demonic baby. So don’t worry too much - Cas won’t stay away for long.

Cas and Kelly: a romance in the works?

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Let’s talk for a second about this magnificent couple because, for the love of god, the way how Carter Bays and Craig Thomas treated Swarkles and their shippers is insulting. I mean… they basically fooled the world making us believe they were endgame. And now we have to believe that was all a joke? Hell no.

01x06. Slutty Pumpkin’ - This is what Ted told Robin “ one day you’re gonna meet a guy who’s gonna make you want to look like a complete idiot”.


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01X14. Zip, Zip, Zip - I dare anyone to watch this episode and not thinking “ wow, they’re awesome together ”. This episode is the Swarkles manifesto. It’s everything that makes them them.

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Can you imagine Robin smoking cigars and play laser tag with Ted? Oh, wait, she’s not that person anymore. She’s a needy stepmother now. 

02x16. Stuff - So, Robin had to getting rid off their dogs because Ted saw in them her ex-boyfriends. What a mature behiavor, right? But he stole a smurf penis for her, so.. everything is legit and now I wonder if he’s gonna do the same in 2030, since she has her dogs again. The point is, who went with her to take the dogs to her aunt’s farm? Ted? No. Barney. ( rewatch the 08x05 episode). Barney who surprised her with PUPPIES when they got back together.

02x18. Moving Day - Are we really going to assume that Ted and Robin are meant to be when they weren’t even capable of living together? Are we really going to believe that? Yeah, of course. 

04x14. The Possimpible - Barney finished her video-resume and got her a job. She didn’t get deported in Canada thanks to him.

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But yeah, Barney has never done loving things for her…

04x20. Mosbius Designs - This is what Marshall told Barney about him and Robin: “ actually we both think (he and Lily) that you’re kinda perfect for each other ”.

This is what Robin said at the end of the episode:  “I used to describe my ideal guy as funny, smart, passionate, challenging.“ 

And now tell me that is not the description of Barney.

05x17. Of Course - Robin didn’t want to date anyone after her break-up with Barney. Which says a lot, because we all remember how, after her break-up with Ted, she got together with Gail? Kyle? Oh, right, GAEL. And how she accepted to date Don only when Barney told her ” you’re not just another number to me “ (how funny, tho, he has a daughter and her mom is, in fact, a number) and promised her that he wouldn’t have slept with Anita. In fact, the Superdate he organized, became a gift for Robin and Don.

But yeah, Barney has never done loving things for her. The return.

05x24. Doppelgangers - Robin got an important job offer in Chicago while she was dating Don. Love vs Career all over again. But what did she choose? She chose love. SHE FREAKING CHOSE LOVE. She chose a man who she was dating from less then a year. And now we are gonna believe that she didn’t fight and didn’t try to save her MARRIAGE? ARE YOU SERIOUS?

06x01. Big Days - Robin was still mourning over her break-up with Don and she, well.. she was a complete mess. And Barney teased her, saying that she used to be hot but not anymore. And Robin, hit in her pride, sundressed up. 

So we can easily say Barney helped her to move on. BUT HE HAS NEVER DONE LOVING THINGS FOR HER.

06x04. Subway Wars - Robin was depressed and sad because her life is a complete disaster. She wanted to win the race and guess what? Barney let her win.

Of course, now you know I have to say that HE HAS NEVER DONE LOVING THINGS FOR HER.

06x06. Baby Talk - Ted accused Robin of being an independent woman. He wanted a woman who NEEDED him. And Robin wasn’t exactly that. His words hurt her and when she got at Barney’s, he told her the opposite:

” you’re the least needy woman I’ve ever met. That’s awesome.  mean, no guy’s gonna say, “Who’s your daddy?” to Robin Scherbatsky.  You’re your own daddy. And mommy.  And weird survivalist uncle who lives in a cabin with a shotgun blaming stuff on the government. And that is what makes you the most amazing, strong and independent woman I’ve ever banged “.

And with who she did end up with? With the man who wanted her to be something she never was.

06x08. Natural History - Like Zip, Zip, Zip, this is a simply, amazing proof of how much these two have fun together and how much PERFECT they are as couple.

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06x21. Hopeless - Barney: ” Robin, you’re dating Ted “.

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Yeah, she’s so in love with him. And Barney’s answer to that? " My dad will be all, why don’t you marry Robin? You guys were cute together. Deep down you know you were never happier than when you were with her ”.

06x24. Challenge Accepted - Robin’s face when she realized that he was losing Barney because of Nora.

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Or maybe she was thinking “ damn, I want my blue french horn back ”.

07x01. The Best Man - This need explanations?

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Lily : “ you and Barney have the kind of chemistry that… just doesn’t go away ”. A great concept that got destroyed in 40 minutes during the Finale when they acted like two strangers. Oh yeah.

Robin: “ I know we didn’t work out the first time and I know it doesn’t make any sense but I can’t shake the feeling that we belong together”. Apparently she shook that feeling as soon as she divorced.

07x09. Disaster Averted - I can’t type anything meaningful because now I just wanna cry.


07x11. Tick, Tick, Tick - Barney saw Robin while this speech:

“When you meet the right person, you know it. You can’t stop thinking about them. They are your best friend, and your soulmate. You can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with them. No one and nothing else can compare”.

No one, except for the Wi-Fi.

07x12. Symphony Of Illumination - Robin didn’t want to have kids. Robin didn’t need to have kids to be happy. And the only time she imagined a future involving children… it was a future with Barney. (Look at these beautiful pieces of applepie).

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And of course, how did she end up? Raising another man’s kids. Okay.

07x17. No Pressure - They freaking gave the chance to T/R to get back together. AND THEY DIDN’T. And you know why?

So this is not gonna happen, is it? ”

“ Sorry ”.

“ It’s because of Barney ”.

BUT HEY, in 2030 it is gonna happen because… um… well… oh yes, they’re both alone and miserable. Perfect love story.

08x01. Farhampton - Barney kept all the stuff that reminded him of his relationship with Robin, who cried when she opened that box.

Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz, REMEMBER? Yes? Well, it was just bullshit. Have a good day.

08x06. Splitsville - So now it’s normal that a person who said this:

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suddenly was okay with losing the love of his life and getting back to chase women. Goodbye, character development. Goodbye, coherence.

08x12. The Final Page part 2 - Robin went to damn roof. ROBIN WENT THERE BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE WITH BARNEY. He proposed and she said YES. Remember when Kevin proposed? She doubted. Remember when she thought Ted was proposing? She said “ nononononononononononono, Ted you can’t do this to me, no no !”.


08x13. Band or Dj - For the first time, Robin’s dad apologized to her. And that thanks to Barney.

“ Barney made it happen. He must really love me ”.


08x14. Ring Up - The true power of the ring, when that special person to you looks brighter than anyone else. 

“ Robin realized the true power of the ring ”

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08x19. The Fortress - Funny quote from Robin: “ Relationships are about trust and compromise ”. Yet she forgot what compromise is, because with a right compromise, her marriage would have worked.

But hey, Barney in this episode was willing in giving in his apartment to find a new one with Robin. AND HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE ALONE AGAIN. Ha! Irony. But Robin refused it, because “ if I ask you to change too many things about yourself, you’re not gonna be the man I fell in love with ”.

09x01. The Locket - Barney: “ our wedding is gonna be legendary ”. Robin: “ no wait for it? " Barney: ” I’ve got you. I don’t have to wait for it anymore “.

09x02. Coming Back - Barney: ” I don’t need them to make me believe in true love. I’ve got you for that, now “ .


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09x08. The Lighthouse - ” Mom, I’m not marrying some future possibility of starting a family. I’m marrying a girl - who means more to me than kids. OR MY CAREER “.

But who apparently means less than WI-FI, right Carter and Craig? And guess what, he redeemed himself ‘cause of a kid. The only thing Robin couldn’t give him. Ha ha. Let’s all laugh. 

09x09. Platonish - Tracy: ” Do you wanna keep playing or do you wanna win? “ Barney : ” I wanna win “.


09x12. The Rehearsal Dinner - This was my favourite episode ever. Robin wanted to get married in Canada but it wasn’t possible. So Barney organized that BEAUTIFUL, TOUCHING surprise canadian rehearsal dinner. 

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Excuse me while I’m in the verge of tears.

Okay, I’m fine. (No I’m not).

09x15. Unpause - " I love Robin more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I’m going to do everything I can to make her happy. For a long time, deep down, I felt sort of.. broken? But I don’t feel that way, anymore. Robin has made me 100% awesome ”. 


Oh, friendly reminder he’s now broken again. You’re welcome.

09x22. The End Of The Aisle - They got married. Carter and Craig planned a T/R endgame from the beginning and still they made Swarkles get married. And we all believed in their love. BECAUSE THEIR FACES. THEY LOVED EACH OTHER. TELL ME WHEN ROBIN LOOKED AT TED IN THE SAME WAY SHE LOOKED AT BARNEY.

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So, now, Carter and Craig, we should forget all of this? We should forget all this fairytale and accept that they wouldn’t have worked together? That Robin never loved Barney as much as she loved Ted? That only a child would have made Barney change? NEVER. THIS was the real couple the show.  Two people who had a difficult childhood, two people who grew up and fell in love and change for the better. Two people who supported, loved each other for who they really were. THIS IS WHAT IS TRUE TO LIFE. Not a widower who kept chasing after his ex-girlfriend holding a stupid french horn since ever. Not a woman who was always proud of her independence and her dreams who suddenly found herself alone and desperate. Not a man who couldn’t change for the woman he always loved.