also what is her face doing in the last one

✨Dangerous Woman✨

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

ALRIGHT STAY WITH ME HERE

So what if some of the times we thought we were seeing Spencer, we were actually seeing her twin? 

There’s a lot of stuff that Spencer doesn’t remember due to her addiction to adderall. Remember how she was described as violent and unpredictable.

Also, we now know that we might not always be seeing who we think we’re seeing. Take this scene for example: 

Who we thought was Jessica lurking in the shadows actually turned out to be Mary! So what if at certain instances when we thought we were seeing Spencer we were actually seeing her twin? 

Remember this flashback of Ali’s? Spencer doesn’t remember a thing which would make sense IF IT WASN’T HER.

What if her twin has been here “always watching, manipulating”. (Mona says this in a promo for 7B but I’m just not sure which episode) Haven’t we all always wondered how no one noticed “A” doing all of the stuff they did? Us viewers along with everyone else in Rosewood wouldn’t suspect Spencer Hastings because we know her face. 

The scene from last night’s episode (7x15) with Ezra seeing “Spencer” and Wren in the airport was really odd to me. 

She was acting kind of strange to me and the timeline doesn’t really make sense. Wasn’t she just at the Lost Woods being questioned by Marco? So what would’ve then prompted her to contact Wren out of the blue? 

Also, don’t forget this sweet scene:

I think this was also potentially Spencer’s twin! They’re throwing little bits of her in here and there which will all make sense after we know the whole truth. Kind of like all the little hints and clues that are scattered throughout seasons 3-6 that now make sense because we know they are supposed to be pointing towards Charlotte! 

We all know how this show (i.e. MARLENE) has a thing for twins, and this would be the ultimate secret/betrayal! This would also truly tie everything together because I truly believe that A.D. has been here from the start, even if they weren’t always actively playing the game. 

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Meet Me Inside -  Part 1

Masterlist  I  Part 2 

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus. 

A/N: I finally had some inspiration thanks to a request I’ve had sitting in my inbox for ages. And i’m so excited.

Warnings: None for this part. 

Words: 2134

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Rubbing the fatigue from your eyes, you groan as you roll over, picking up your phone and squinting as the screen shines far too brightly while you turn off your alarm and drop the phone back on to your bedside table.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself repeatedly as you roll out of bed and get ready.

Only one more year and you’d finally finish your Masters Degree. The thought, however, was always threatened to be dampened by the realisation that you’d need to make plans for what you would undertake after you graduate, but you pushed the thought aside whenever it threatened to linger.

Although you’d refused the offer to go out the night before, you had stayed awake for much longer than you should have and it showed. Your eyes were puffy and dry from lack of sleep.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself once more.

As was routine, you tie your hair back, dress in whatever is clean, grab your phone from the bedside and your bag from beside the door, locking your apartment as you leave.

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A Court of Ice and Deceit

This is something I wrote as a congratulations for my lovely friend @ignite-my-love for her first day at her new internship! I know she’ll do amazingly, and to show my support (because I can’t really do anything else) I wrote her this post-acowar fic about some characters we came up with a while ago. Hope you enjoy Nay (and everyone else who takes their time to read this) much love and congrats! 

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Zaire watched as the Prince of Velaris waltzed around the ballroom, smiling at people, firmly shaking hands with men, bowing for ladies, kissing the cheeks of babies, glowing like the fucking sun, all that utter crap. He was an arrogant one, this Nikolai of the Night, and oh how he knew it. Zaire could admit that his tan skin and dark blue-purple eyes were really something, and his tousled blonde hair looked like it had just had a set of hands running through it and he was so tall and his shoulders broad and she really needed to stop thinking about him. It was just unfair, the way his dark suit hugged so closely to his body. Males in the Winter Court would never be so scandalous with their attire! He even had his top three buttons undone so the ladies could see the Illyrian tattoos on his chest!

Zaire rolled her eyes as he offered to dance with another lady – her childhood friend. Her friend was blushing like a fool, nearly tripping over her feet in her eagerness to dance with the Prince. Zaire was envious though – envious of the ease her friend could dance with men and let her hair down and wear loose clothes. Zaire had her hair so tight in a bun it made her scalp ache, and her dress was the perfect shade of white to match her skin and hair. She was the perfect image of a future Winter Queen. But image or not, all she wanted to do was flee this dastardly place. She did not care if it was a sacred holiday and that they had esteemed guests, she wanted to escape home and take a bath, and just spend some time with herself. Was that too much to ask? Maybe she would go to her parent’s home instead, pretend that she had been too tired to go to her own palace as to avoid awkward questions.

Zaire was done looking down on the people of her court. She was situated on a balcony that curved around the marble floor, high enough to see everyone but to remain hidden away. She stepped back from the edge, and sat on one of the many plush red chairs that were placed around for people’s convenience. She closed her eyes and listened to the music, letting the notes from the piano and whistles from the flutes carry her away like she was also that fleeting. Her heart was heavy, and her limbs were numb, and she couldn’t face another moment of it. She lied in on herself, resting her head against her folded arms.

“What are you doing up here, Lady Zaire? Last I saw the revelry was beneath us.”

Zaire flinched at the melodic voice from next to her, and peeked a single eye open to see who was bothering her in her private place. To her complete surprise, it was none other than Lord Nikolai.

“Prince Nikolai, welcome to the Winter Court.” The smile she gave him was small and unconvincing, and she didn’t even care at this point. “Last I saw you were having quite the time dancing, why not continue?” The dismissal was subtle, and he missed it.

“So you were watching me then. I had a feeling.” He smirked at her, and she gave him her full attention. “Why would I dance down there when the prettiest woman I’ve seen all night is up here?”

She sat up straight and cross one leg over the other. “You seem to be mistaken, prince, I-”

“Call me Nik, all my friends do.” He interrupted.

“But I am not your friend.”

His eyes twinkled, and he held out a hand. “Not yet.”

She looked at his outstretched hand once, and then turned away. He let his hand fall, but his enthusiasm was still in full throttle.

“I haven’t seen much of the Winter Court before.” He told her.

She hummed.  

“I heard a rumour that you have the second-best ice cream in all Prythian.”

She boggled at him. “Second best? You are wrong, we have the best as far as the wind can take you. Halana’s is unparalleled, especially the lavender and white chocolate the store offers.”

He put a hand on his chin, considering her words. “I don’t believe you.”

“I am daughter of High Lady Viviane and High Lord Kallias, you can trust my judgement.”

“I need proof.” He put simply.

“Then go try it.” She countered.

“If only I had an escort to show me where to go.” He smiled at her again, this time far more tenderly. She could see it in his eyes; he thought her to be skittish. Her persona may be, but in reality she was a force as strong as the tide, as ferocious as the snow, and she would not bend to the will of a male bored with what has already been offered to him.

“If only.” She said monotonously. She got up from her chair, and went to walk away, but he hooked his arms in hers before she could go anywhere.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hello?”

“My name is Nik, and my mother made me come to this alone because my twin sister’s cramps are too bad for her to leave the house. I’m two-hundred and five, and my favourite colour is blue. I love to paint, I did it with my grandmother at every opportunity before she passed, and my best friends are my cousin Dimitri and my buddy Isaac. I have an unnatural love for pizza, which I eat after every training session with my grandfather. I’m a veilsinger, and there can never be too many dogs in the world. You?”

She raised an eyebrow at his onslaught of information. His face became gentler at the mention of his family, and his elbow was no longer tight on hers. She kept it linked though, her curiosity for this male overpowering her resolve. “What?”

“I introduced myself, which is what someone should do when they meet a nice Lady for the first time. I misread you, and thought you would enjoy my sarcasm. I was wrong, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. If it pleases you, I would love to hear more about you.”

Zaire was unsure if he was being genuine, but decided it would not hurt for her to share a little bit. “My name is Zaire, and I’m three-hundred and forty-two. I have a pet fox named Peter, he was the runt of the litter and I couldn’t bear to see him put down so I stole him and kept him in my room and cared for him until my parents found out. By then, I was too attached and they let me keep him. My favourite colour is pink, and sometimes I sing. My best friends name is Aleanor, but she was courted by a Lord in the Summer Court so I barely see her anymore. I love ice-cream.”

Nik listened with rapt attention to her every word.

“In that case, Lady Zaire, would you like to accompany me away from this hellish ball to get some ice-cream? I have it on good authority that Halana’s is the best in Prythian.”

This male was too charming for his own good, but that didn’t stop Zaire from giving him a shy nod, and leading him away from the ball.

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“That can’t possibly be true!” Zaire snorted, her ice-cream sitting melted and forgotten next to her.

“I swear on my soul it is. Dimka had been so busy trying to get the attention of this female that he didn’t notice his arm had been set on fire by his ex-lover. It wasn’t until I doused it that he did! And then he was just like, ‘was that a flame? Oh dear, I really should be more careful where I stick it, shouldn’t I?’”

Zaire roared with laughter, making a few fae around them give her strange looks. Ice-cream (that Nik agreed was the best he’d ever tasted) had turned into a four-hour conversation, that had led to her being wrapped in his jacked and her hair falling loose. He still looked as pristine as before, but now there was a fine blush colouring his cheeks and his sleeves had been rolled up to reveal more tattoos. Zaire covered her mouth to stifle her laughs, but that only led to a few joyful tears falling down her face.

“I wish I could say this was a single occurrence, but that man has a serious problem when it comes to choosing his lovers.” Nik chortled.

“This one time, Aleanor and I decided to skinny dip in the lake west of the palace, and it was a terrible idea. Not only was it freezing, but her brother, who rather fancied me, stole my clothes so I couldn’t leave. He left Al’s, so she had to get dressed and run to get me some more, but she took over an hour. There were people sailing that night and I had no clue beforehand! I had to hide between rocks, cover myself in algae and pretend I was an Ice Wraith so sailors wouldn’t come any closer. I was absolutely mortified.”

“He sounds dreadful.” Nik wrinkled his nose.

“He was young and stupid – as we all are at that age.”

“Not me. I was born fully formed and ready to charm my way around the world. It was rather miraculous.”

“Oh really? I can imagine how lanky you would’ve been coming into your height. Too much limb and not enough muscle.”

Nik placed a hand over his heart and feigned a sigh. “You’ve wounded me, Darlin’. How ever will I recover?”

They were sitting at one of the many quaint tables that lined the rushing river than ran through the capital of her court. They were there for weary people needing a rest, adventurous lovers who wanted to take a pause, and for budding friends who needed a break from pesky balls. It was well into the night, and the moon reflected light right onto the river next to him, lighting up their surroundings with a low, white glow.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” Zaire reached forward and dipped her finger in the gooey remnants of his banana and caramel ice-cream, popping her finger in her mouth and moaning at the taste. Stores should just sell melted ice-cream, she decided, in the morning she’ll make it a royal decree.

Nik didn’t reply, just rested his head on his hands and watched her. She winked at him jokingly, but all he did was to continue to gaze at her adoringly. She let him sit in silence, trying to contain a smile from being looked at like that, but she couldn’t.

“Why are you doing that?” She waved in the direction of his face.

“Because I think you’re wonderful.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Instead she inclined her head away, hoping to hide her spreading blush, and tapped her nails on the table.

“Would you sing for me, Zaire?” he asked earnestly.

Normally, she would say no to such a request. Her voice was one of the few things that belonged solely to her, and she didn’t like to share such an intimate part of herself with people. She would rather strip naked and yell from the top of a mountain than share her voice with a stranger, but Nik was nice, and he made her feel warm in a very cold life. She would only ever see him tonight, so why not live it to its fullest?

She sang for him a silly nursery rhyme meant for children, nothing too revealing, but still a taste of her capabilities. “All things bright and new, saved the day of girl gone blue, Lover gold and lover lest, bring the girl a hidden crest, Times are dark but oh have faith, the girl gone blue without a trace, the golden girl is cauldron blessed, to save the good and smite the rest.”

“I’ve heard that before, my father used to sing it to me before I went to sleep.” Nik said after a pause.

“Mine too.” She looked down, and felt fingers graze her cheek. When she blinked up, Nik had a hand out, his face searching.

“Can I kiss you, Lady Zaire?” He whispered.

She thought about it for a second. It would be a terrible sin to kiss him when she would only see him for the night, but oh she wanted to kiss him terribly. She had from the moment he’d scooped up his ice-cream and announced her a genius, and the thought of the kind male in front of her showing her just a tendril of love…

“You may, Lord Nikolas.”

He got up and came to stand in front of her, kneeling down so their eyes were level. With a shy hesitancy, he brought his lips to hers.

His kiss was as warm as his jokes, as embracing as his laughter, and as tender as his soul. She may only have known him for one night, but that was enough.

Her fingers slid into his wavy hair, and his went to lightly caress her waist.

Zaire had never been kissed like this in all her life, and she couldn’t help but pull him closer so she could deepen it, flicking her tongue against his and pushing her breasts to his chest. He quietly moaned, and the sound made a sensation latch into her lower half and rush to the rest of her body.

They both stood so they could be as close to one another as possible, Nik no longer restricting his kiss to just her mouth, but now lowering his full lips to her jaw and neck. Zaire wanted to enjoy the taste he’d left in her mouth, but she was becoming nervous that someone would see.

“Come home with me?” She blurted, not totally thinking of the consequences.

Nik brought himself back and nodded, pressing one more short kiss to her lips before she winnowed them away.

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Her room was as opulent as you’d expect for a lady of her stature. Walls of white marble slashed with gold made her surroundings, although not much was seen due to the heavy pink drapes that lined them. Her bed was large and circular, covered in an array of coloured cushions and a thick duvet. There was also a large fireplace that was constantly lit, magic used to keep it forever in control. To the left was her large ensuite, a bath big enough to fit two people, enchanted to always be at the ready if you needed it.

Nik and Zaire stood in front of the fireplace as he lovingly undressed her. He started with helping take the pins out of her hair, letting the long white waves fall to her waist. He then turned her, and let his deft fingers unbutton her dress, all the while letting his fingers graze over her pale skin. He started at her neck, and worked to where they ended just below the base of her spine. He let the dress fall, and Zaire shivered now that she was completely bare before him. She turned, and not nearly as gentle as he had been, ripped at his shirt until it was on the floor with her dress. He let out a low moan of pleasure at her actions, and undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards her, jumping slighting to wrap her legs around his waist. He caught her thighs and held her up, kissing her languidly before walking them over to the bed.

As Nik laid her down, all thoughts left Zaire’s mind other than the ones about how much she wanted this male in front of her. How was it possible that in only one night she can feel more desire than she had accumulatively over the last twenty years? It had been decades since her body had soaked like this, since she’d needed to moan just to release some of the tension in her body.

Nik was holding himself up over her, nipping and licking at her neck. Her body jolted as he moved down her, briefly sucking on her nipples before moving to just below her navel. “Is this okay?” It was clear what he wanted to do, and she furiously nodded her approval.

With a cocky smirk on his face, he swiped up her centre with his tongue, moaning when he tasted how wet she was for him. Zaire let out a small gasp at the sensation, and gripped one of the pillows behind her head. He continued to work her with his tongue, focusing on just the right place to make her set on fire. Her legs shook, and her back arched, and she opened her thighs wider so he had all the access he would need. His hands wrapped around her thighs and squeezed, his eyes shut while he dived in and out of her.

Nikolas.” She hissed his name – the single thing she could remember while he was making her feel this way.

Her body convulsed as she neared the edge, and with one last lick, she was screaming his name as she came. Her legs stopped shaking, and her body was like jelly beneath him. It had far too many years since she’d left like that, and she was revelling not only in her orgasm but also because such a fine man gave it to her and how he did.

He kissed up her body, retracing the steps he’d taken to get down, and he put his elbows either side of her face so he could lean over her.

Zaire grazed her fingers over his face: across his brow, his lips, his cheekbones.

“All good, Darlin’?”

“Do that again, what you did to my body. Can you do that again?” She was utterly delirious from pleasure beneath him, and could no longer string together a truly coherent thought or sentence.

She choked on whatever words she would’ve said next as he slowly entered her, his generous length filling her to his base. She out her arms around him, beckoning him closer but also so she could drag her nails down his back. Her legs wrapped around him, just wanting as much of her skin to be pressed against him as possible. He was quietly groaning his name in her ear, and his thrusts became quicker and more passionate with every passing second.

Between her already recent orgasm, it wasn’t long until she was finishing again, this time growling his name as he went over the edge with her, riding her through it. He collapsed to the side after he was done, and once he made sure she was too, his breathing heavy. Zaire curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest and hooked her leg up on his, running a hand up and down his chiselled torso. His hair was dishevelled, at some point she had pulled at it, and his arm came to securely wrap around her.

“I can’t remember the last time a man made me feel like that.” She admitted to him. Maybe she shouldn’t, she acknowledged as an afterthought, it would seem desperate and might drive him away in the last few hours they could have together.

“A lady such as yourself deserves that anytime she wants.” He assured her.

She laughed lightly and pressed her face into him, closing her eyes and letting her body relax. “You going to be here when I wake up then?”

“Most definitely.”

He rolled them both so he was still holding her, but her back was to his chest. He had one arm resting under her head, and the other securely around her waist. It was the most comfortable position Zaire thought she had ever been in, and let her contented fatigue overcome her.  

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The sun shone through Zaire’s wide window, and she stifled a groan as she realised she had to get up. She was still cuddled in Nik’s warm embrace, and she didn’t feel inclined to move. She had to though, before a maid came stumbling in wanting to clean the (now incredibly messy) sheets.

“Wake up.” She shook his arms. He made a non-committal hum and just pulled his arm tighter around her. She giggled lightly at his touch and turned her head kissing the underside of his jaw. “I can’t get us breakfast if you don’t let me go.”

“I’m happy just to taste you again, Darlin’.” He purred. His hand around her waist wandered south, and she jolted at his touch.

She smacked his hand away but laughed at his antics. Finally free from his grip, she got up and sauntered over to put her robe on, making sure he got a good look first. “I think that was the best winter solstice I’ve had in a while.”

She turned back to look at him, and her insides melted at the sight. He was propped lazily up on one elbow making his abdominal muscles even more defined. He was still reaching to where her body had just been, and a mischievous smile graced his handsome face.

“I’ll bring you back something to eat.” She left the room before she pounced on him – something that would have been rather unladylike.

She was walking down the spiral steps that went to her kitchen and reflected on the night before. She never could’ve guessed as she watched Nik dance at the ball that he would end up in her bed. Not just that though, he had also listened to her when she spoke, and laughed at her jokes, and made her feel alive again. It may only have been a one night affair, but it was enough to wake up her sleeping soul. She couldn’t contain the smile on her lips.

She sang lightly to herself as she skipped down, but stopped in a deathly instant when she heard people talking in the kitchen, and not just anyone.

She didn’t care about decency as she raced back to her room, running as fast as she could to get away from that voice. She whirled into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it as she did. Nik greeted her hello, but she didn’t respond.

The blonde male was in the process of getting dressed but he had yet to put on his jacket or shirt. She picked them up off the floor and shoved them at him, urging him to go towards the window.

“The royal children of the Night Court can fly, yes? You need to leave, now.”

“But Zaire-”

“I don’t care if this wounds your ego, you need to leave before they get here.”

“Is someone coming?” He smirked. “I can just hide under your bed, or get that bath ready for us.” He winked suggestively.

“Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I don’t care where you go as long as you are far away from this house.” She pushed him back again and he relinquished a step, a confused look on his face. She hated that she made him look like that, but it was for the best. Son of the most powerful High Lady to ever exist or not, the person coming would kill him if she found out what they had done.

She tried to push him again but he caught her wrists and brought them around his neck. He stepped into her, resting his forehead to hers. “If you are afraid of this person, I can help you Zaire. Say the word and it’s done.”

She considered lying to him, trying to salvage this as much as she could, but it would be too unfair to string Nik along like that. She bit her lip, hard enough to hurt, closed her eyes, and told him the truth.

“It’s my husband.”

She went cold as he broke all contact between them. She didn’t dare open her eyes, not wanting to see the look of betrayal on his face that was surely there.

“I wish you were just saying this to drive me away, but I can hear the honesty to your words.” Nik said.

“I’m sorry.” She hushed. “He was meant to be away on a hunting trip for the next four days, I had no idea he was going to come back early.”

Her pathetic excuse for an apology was met with silence, and she opened her eyes assuming he was gone.

He wasn’t, but he was standing in front of her window, one hand raised to the cold glass, lovely wings now extended on his back.

“Whatever has come of this night, at least I made a new friend. Good day to you, Lady Zaire. May I see you again one day.”

He vanished. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Emma should've just used the flower dust on her parents anyway?

Nope.

Emma was faced with an difficult choice and no clear answer of what to do. Her parents tried to break the curse but only made it worse so they are both slipping into a sleeping curse. Hook is clearly in trouble.

With her last waking moments, Emma’s mother confesses that she didn’t put Emma first when she was a child but this time she is. Snow makes the choice for Emma and tells her to go save her True Love.

It’s a difficult choice but also an easy one … the sleeping curse isn’t death … they can still find a way to break it. The visit by Hook’s shadow paints a dire picture for her pirate. As is often the case on this show, they have to save the person who is most in danger … and that was Hook.

Emma chose to embrace hope and listen to her mother. And that saved everyone.

thehundredbellarke  asked:

hey!! congrats on 1.5k followers that's AWESOME and we loved caramelkru but mellamymake is so cute too! <3 can we request a fic? with the prompt "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" or "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au please? Thanks for doing this :)

ahhh thanks you guys! ty for all the love <3 it’s def very much reciprocated!

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[also on ao3]

“You’re late,” Raven announces when Bellamy walks in, barely looking up from where she’s shaking M&M’s into a bowl with a distinct air of mild vengeance. “The last time we did movie night, you gave me all kinds of shit for being, like, two minutes late. And now, you’re late. So, A+ for hypocrisy, I guess, assho—”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says automatically, ducking into the kitchen with a furtive glance down the hallway. A chorus of muffled laughter drifts in from the living room, a small whoop from Jasper ringing clear above the noise. “Is Clarke here?”

Raven tears her gaze away from her snacks to raise a brow at him. “Of course Clarke is here. Why the hell wouldn’t Clarke be here? Why would you come all the way in here just to—” Her eyes widen, and she drops the bag of M&M’s onto the counter, turning to face him. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says defensively, crossing his arms in front of him. “Nothing’s up. Why would you think something’s up?”

Raven’s sharp gaze narrows. “Because you walked in here to find out if Clarke was here instead of just going in there and, I don’t know, using your eyeballs?” She cocks her head, face scrunching in suspicion. “Also, I didn’t ask what was up. I asked what did you do.”

For a brief moment, Bellamy pauses to think about what it would be like to attempt lying to Raven, just to get out of this awkward situation.

It takes him approximately two point four seconds to arrive at the conclusion that it would most likely be far less awkward if he chose not to attempt it at all.

He takes a deep breath, glancing warily over his shoulder. “Okay, fine. If you must know — last night, Clarke and I were hanging out—”

Big shocker,” Raven deadpans, one brow arched. “Continue.”

“And we were— well, we had a few drinks—”

Raven snorts. “Even bigger shocker. And?”

“And then,” he says, his voice strained. “And then we… kissed.”

Silence.

Raven frowns. “And … ?”

He reels back a step, unsure how to react to her total lack of surprise. “And… that’s it. We got a little too drunk, and we— we kissed. By accident.”

Raven rolls her eyes. “God. You two are literally the most boring couple that aren’t actually a couple to have ever existed in the history of forever.”

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Mon-El Defense Squad Part 2

Guys, guys, GUYS. I have had it with this fandom. I am angry and pissed and just fed up. As someone who doesn’t get angry over much, that should say something. So here I am again to defend my precious space puppy.

Mon-El is lying to Kara: Now look here, I am sick of hearing this thrown around like it is the worst thing in the world that Mon-El is keeping a secret. Okay, stfu and sit down before you hurt yourself. Is Mon-El keeping a secret? Yes! Is that wrong? No! I’ve said this before but I will say it again. By that logic, Clark should not be with Lois. Winn should have stop being friends with Kara after finding out she lied to him about being an alien. Alex and Kara should have hated J'onn for lying to them about who he is. Kara doesn’t deserve Lena Luthor *gasp* because she lied to her face about being an alien and destroyed her alien detector. The double standards in this fandom are disgusting. Grow up. Everyone keeps secrets. No one has the right to your life story. You choose who you let in to have that privilege. Also, if the theory of Mon-El is true, what good would it do for anyone? He’s the Prince of a dead world. He believes he is the last survivor. How would knowledge of him being Prince change anything? It wouldn’t. He’s changing and adapting to Earth and it’s customs without bringing up that he was royalty, therefore should be treated better than all else. Honestly, this argument is just pathetic.

THE FOLLOWING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME VIEWERS, PLEASE BE ADVISED I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT ABUSIVE AND TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS AND MY OWN PERSONAL ASSUALT

Mon-El is abusive and his relationship with Kara is toxic: Fuck you for saying this. Honestly, fuck you. I have been triggered so much this past month by your hatred for a character that it disgusts me. The only thing keeping me afloat are my therapy sessions. So, fuck you. Mon-El is not abusive. Is he arrogant, selfish, and does he have an ego? Yes. But that is how he grew up. That was his culture. He is changing and becoming better. He respects Kara immensely. When she says no (when dealing with her as a person), he respects the shit out of her wishes and steps back. He does NOT guilt trip her into making her love him. You want to know what guilt tripping is. When your assaulter makes you question whether what they did was in fact wrong. When the family of said assaulter wants you to forgive and sympathize with him and TALK to him because he’s going through a tough time. That is fucking manipulative and making me feel guilty for being FUCKING ASSAULTED. SO FUCK YOU FOR MAKING LIGHT OF A VERY SERIOUS ISSUE. Mon-El has constantly apologized without any prompting and has taken responsibility for his actions time and time again. He says he is in the wrong and he is learning. He is changing and growing as a person and pushing back years of what he knew to change to be something better. AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS NOT TOXIC. Let me say it again, their relationship is NOT TOXIC. Do they fight? Yes. But they leave and learn from it and then come aback together stronger than before. That is called GROWING UP AND DEALING WITH CONTRASTING OPINIONS LIKE ADULTS. He is not throwing tantrums when they disagree (like so many in this fandom moaning and groaning for not getting what they want). He speaks his mind, listens to Kara, and when they leave to cool off, he thinks about what was said. And he learns from it. You know what is toxic, my assaulter acting like nothing terrible happened the day after it did and then FUCKING ASSAULTING ME AGAIN. THEN FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS PRETENDING NOTHING HAPPENED AND WANTING TO BE “NORMAL” WITH ME AFTER HE RUINED MY LIFE. THEN WHEN I FINALLY AM ABLE TO ADMIT AND DEAL WITH WHAT THAT DID TO ME HE FUCKING DENIES AND ASKS ME DIRECTLY WHY AM I LYING. THAT IS TOXIC AND I FINALLY CUT THAT PART OF MY LIFE OFF FOREVER. Do NOT make light of very serious issues. It is demeaning to those who have been through it.

AND I WILL SAY THIS AGAIN, JUST BECAUSE YOU HATE A CHARACTER (WHATEVER UNFOUNDED OR WELL FOUNDED YOUR REASONINGS ARE) DO NOT SEND FUCKING HATE TO CHRIS WOOD. HE IS AN ACTOR GETTING PAID TO PLAY A ROLE. HE IS AN ADVOCATE FOR MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS AND IS WOKE AS FUCK ABOUT SO MANY ISSUES. SO BACK THE FUCK OFF OF HIM.

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 17

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

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Mara punched him right in the face. William, who was taller than her, didn’t suffer too much from this blow, but he still stumbled back from the surprise. She hadn’t hit as hard as she would have but he still held his bleeding nose. Nothing was broken though.

“How dare you come here?!” She screamed at him, after making sure the door was closed behind her.

“I needed to talk to you!” He explained, leaning his head back and pinching his nose.

Mara wanted to tell him that it would only make the blood flow more intense but she bit her tongue. He could damn well bleed out of the porch.

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Afraid of Staying the Same

Rucas Fic Week 2017

Day Five//Future: Riley and Lucas have been together since the Ski Lodge, but midway through college they hit a bump in the road.


Riley’s never been much of a morning person. She loves sunrises and singing birds as much as the next person, but she likes a warm nest of  blankets on a comfy mattress even more. One of the best parts of college has been the ability to arrange her schedule so outside of that one seminar class the first semester of her freshman year, she has never had to be in a class before ten AM. She likes to sleep in, thank-you-very-much.

Particularly after a night spent at the bachelorette party of a sorority sister who had graduated the year prior. As a designated driver Riley hadn’t been partying as hard as most of the other girls in attendance, but the festivities had gone well into the night and the sun had been starting to peek up over the campus by the time she was able to fall into her bed at the Delta Nu House. Her last thought before her mind had completely given into sleep was how glad she was that it was a Sunday and she would be able to sleep until her body told her it was time to get up.

So she’s less than pleased when there’s a very persistent knocking on her bedroom door, dragging her away from the roost that she’s burrowed in as she slept. Less so when the person continues knocking despite her mumbled, “Go away, it’s Riley’s sleepy time,” and even less so when the persistent knocker calls their own greeting through the door.

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Rebound Girl, Pt. 4

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Anti Danneel

A/N: part 4 to my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge.

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Reader’s POV

You sighed and wanted to slam the door in her face but she stopped it last minute with one of her feet.

“What do you want, Danneel?” You asked, opening the door again.

“I need to talk to Jensen not his… bed bunny.”

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College!AU Seokjin
  • major: broadcasting 
  • minor: hospitality and tourism management 
  • sports: tennis team 
  • clubs: cooking club, on campus news channel + interns at the actual city news channel 
  • it is important to point out that the only person out of his crew of friends aka bts he is the only one with a car and all the members keep fighting over who seokjin is going to let borrow his car for the weekend and most of the time seokjin is like this is a Headache and gives it to hoseok because hoseok is nice and also jungkook can’t double park and namjoon drives at a snails pace
  • but yeah he has a car mostly because he has to drive to get to the city news headquarters that is like way too far from campus and the cars like a hand-me-down from his family so it’s kinda old but seokjin always keeps it clean and freshly painted and he has those cute like air fresheners that hang from his mirror because god only knows what the members do in this poor car when he’s not around
  • but seokjin’s car is not the point of this au moving on he’s a broadcasting major and hopes to have a job in news when he’s older, preferably as an anchor at a news station even (a famous one would be even better) and everyone thinks that honestly he’s a perfect fit for the job
  • a) because he’s handsome b) because he has a good voice and c) did i mention he’s drop dead handsome? like imagine waking up, turning on the tv, and there’s seokjin telling you it’s gonna be a sunny day and that the government royally screwed up again. wow. a Dream
  • seokjin’s original major was hospitality and tourism management because he had wanted to go to culinary school but thought that that was way too much of a stretch so maybe working in at a hotel or as an event planner was kind of similar to cooking for many people in a restaurant, but after a while he made it his minor because someone had suggested he should be on TV with those good looks
  • and being an actor was just as a far off as being a chef so he was like what else is on TV? the news
  • and seokjin’s like pretty well informed too, like he enjoys reading the paper and listening to political podcasts (which jungkook and taehyung always whine about in the car if seokjin is driving them all into the city they’re always like “hyUNG this is so sad and the words are so boring let’s listen to something more funnnn” and seokjin’s like “how does radio disney sound for you kids?” and they’re like h Y U N g and seokjin’s like no we’re not listening to any of those songs w swear words in them and yoongi in the passenger seat beside jin is like oh my god seokjin we are all in C O L L E G E 
  • but yeah he like does the weather reporting and reads of the news that goes on on campus but he’s also fascinated by journalism and when he’s at his internship he’s always mingling w the interns that aren’t doing broadcasting but the ones who’re working under the journalists and sources because they’re so cool and know so much and ok some of the stuff they tell him he’s not supposed to know but seokjin is so charming that he could get mr. krabs to tell him the secret to the krabby patty. 
  • not interested in sports broadcasting even though every season the baseball coach sends over half the team to get jin to show up and broadcast live through the university’s athletic channel stream and seokjin’s like no thanks but the coach is like bribe him. tell him he’s pretty. and the team tries but seokjin is like listen i know your coach just wants more people to watch the show for my great face and not the game so im not gonna do it. and the teams like sigh ok but also seokjin is right that’s exactly why the coach wants him to broadcast
  • seokjin is also on the tennis team and everytime he practices the court is full of girls and boys pressed against the fence around the net trying to take photos of him and he’s like flattered but also like !!! be careful you guys i have a very strong swing i dont want any balls going over the fence and hurting anyone!!! 
  • when they play doubles seokjin’s teammate sandeul is always whining about how another fan of seokjins had asked him to get her seokjin’s signature and he’s like seokjin pls im so tired of this someone stole my racket last week thinking it was yours
  • and seokjin’s like im sorry buddy but im cursed with this Beautiful Face what can i do…..
  • sandeuls like let me whack you with this ra- and jin’s like i will end you 
  • and so one day you’re actually featured on the campus new channel because you won an award in your major and it’s nothing hUGE but it’s something so you get an invite to be on the morning segment and you kinda want to turn it down because cameras,,,the whole student body watching you,,,ahhhhhhh no
  • but like your friends are like what nO do  i  t and also they’re like “you’ll get to do it with seokjin, and you know everyone loves seokjin!!! you can’t let this chance go!!!!”
  • and you’re like well like you know who seokjin is but you’re like even if i do this interview it’s not like he’s going to magically fall in love w me or something (Lmao little do you know)
  • so you’re just like fine whatever and you try to wear something nice and you show up and it’s obvious you’re worried because you keep fiddling with your phone
  • until you hear a sweet voice go; “don’t worry. it’s not like this is cable television or anything.”
  • and you look up to see THE seokjin standing beside you with a kind smile on his face and his signature pink tie on and ok wow he’s super handsome up close are his eyes sparkling?? ok wait not the point
  • and you’re like ahHA it’s easy for you you do this every morning and seokjin’s like chuckling like you’re not wrong but seriously don’t sweat it
  • and he like ruffles your hair and goes to sit in front of the camera and you’re like 
  • well one your heart is beating because ok,,,,ruffling your hair?? what is this some romance comic but two; holy shit you’re on in two minutes
  • and the minute seokjin is introducing your name and the award you’ve won you can feel your palms getting sweaty but it’s like somehow you catch a gentle, encouraging smile that seokjin passes on to you and suddenly your throats just a little less dry and you manage to stutter out a little speech about the award and not make a fool out of yourself
  • and all in all the segment with you is only 7 minutes long, but you can’t leave the set till seokjin is done talking and right at the end you notice that seokjin’s sweating a lot and that he keeps trying to move his fingers casually toward the cue cards that are beside you but are too far away and if he just grabs them everyone will see it in the shot
  • and you’re like wait shit did he forget the headlines??? and you can hear seokjin’s lines wavering a bit and he clears his throat right after the weather report and you’re like oh no and seokijn is like “now for more headlines, the real information about campus life and activities, the headlines…”
  • like it’s obvious he’s stalling and the crew is panicking and so you casually put your award down on the table and slip the cue cards into your lap so the camera cant see and without looking at him, you drop the cards in jin’s lap under the table you two are sitting on and like
  • he just needs one glance down to remember the first couple of words and BAM everything comes back to him and he’s making the announcements smoothly and the crew is like thANK GOD the main cameraman even needs someone to like dab the sweat off his forehead for him because that was close
  • can you believe this drama at the on campus news channel like wOW 
  • but yes everything ends and the seokjin turns to you and you’re like !!! good job and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,,,,listen i owe you my life
  • and you’re like ok chill not your life it’s just a show but seokjin is like no no ive never messed up on a broadcast and idk whats happening with me today maybe i was too distracted but really you saved me
  • and you blush like oh,,,,it was nothing quick thinking you know!! and you like get your award and jump off your chair like well!!!! this was interesting and nerve wracking!!! thanks for having me
  • and you do a bow to all the film + broadcasting students and you’re like oh no class is in fifteen
  • and you run off before seokjin can flag you down and give you his number because hey you wanna know why he was distracted?
  • because you were so damn cute
  • ALSO because you see him the next day in the pharmacy off campus buying flu medicine and he’s got tissues sticking out of his pockets and like a neck warmer on and you’re like
  • …….. he forgot his lines because he was also getting sick……..
  • and you walk over like hey!! and he’s like o H and hides behind the cap he’s wearing because he’s like  don’t look at me im usually a 10 but today im an 8 because i look horrible
  • and you’re like no no you’re still like above a 10 don’t worry
  • and seokjin peeks from under his baseball cap like ,,,,,,why thank you *commence a long string of sneezes*
  • and you’re like hey, you should try this tea my mom gave me when she was helping me pack for this semester. whenever i get a cold it always works and im good the next day! and seokjin is like a one day cure for the cold? ill take it i have the morning news to do tomorrow
  • and you’re like cool!!! ill bring some over to your dorm and seokjin’s like ok!! thank you ill pay you back with some good food and you’re like no no you’re sick and he’s like yEs im sick im not dying i can still make some kimchi fried rice.
  • and so you show up to the dorm with your tea bags and seokjin still has his messy hair under his baseball cap and a big sweater on and some sweats and it’s kind of a shock because you’re used to him being all spiffy and well kept when you see him on the campus channel
  • but now he looks like you know,,,,,,like every other sick and stressed kid in college
  • and like seokjin has got his ricecooker on and he’s got all these containers of sidedishes that he’s made and you’re like making him tea
  • and like you barely know each other but somehow it’s very serene and domestic
  • and when you’re done and seokjin drinks like 3 cups of your tea and you eat like 3 portions of his rice 
  • seokjin is seeing you to the door and he’s like
  • *cough* “is it ok *sneeze* *blow nose* if one day when im *cough again* better i can take you out for *blow nose and cough at same time, apologize* dinner as a thank you?”
  • and you’re like a thank you for??? and he’s like for that time you saved me and you’re putting your hands up like wAH no no it’s fine
  • but seokjin is like no i must i must and even though he sounds like he’s dying and he’s sneezing all over the place, he’s stubborn till the end until you agree
  • as you’re walking to your own dorm though you’re like
  • wait………….
  • did i just score a date with the handsomest guy on campus????
  • and yes. yes you did
  • when you text your friends about it they nearly sprints their way down to your dorm like W H  A T WE NEED TO GO SHOPPING FOR A DATe outFiT and you’re like i can just wear that- and they’re like nO this is SEOKJIn the FACE OF Our schoOL you are going to have to look GUD
  • and you’re like oh my
  • so the date turns out to be at this pretty fancy place in the city that you’ve heard about and you’re like is seokjin,,,,,the son of some guy with a company or something how can he afford this place
  • and like you see him coming down the street and he’s in like a suit and looking like a+ like yall about to attend a wedding or something and hes got his hair back and you’re like oh,,,,,,,this is so,,,,,,Fancy
  • and you’re like hi!! and seokjin’s like “you look amazing.” and you’re like “you look even better!!” and seokjin laughs like “for the first time, i have to disagree - you’re stunning.”
  • and he offers you his elbow like we’re back in the fifties or something and you go inside and like ,,,, you get this nice table and you’re the youngest ones there and you’re like um seokjin how did you,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,get us seats here? Are you rich? Are you the prime ministers secret son you can tell me i will keep it a secre-
  • but seokjin is like no no i know the chef of this place, he gave a talk on campus for one of the classes in my minor. we kind of clicked you know and he’s always calling me over to have a taste of his food. his names kidoh.
  • and you’re like ……kidoh? and seokjin’s like “interesting, right? he’s seoul’s youngest chef.”
  • and you’re like looking at seokjin like this guys life is just…..full of surprises isn’t it
  • but over dinner like you and seokjin end up bonding so much over the things you guys like and care about and seokjin always seems to unapproachable because he looks like he’s so far above others, but in reality he’s just a dude who loves to cook and make corny jokes and in a lot of ways he’s really just……normal
  • he does admit that he’s really careful about his appearance but he’s like how can i not be when that’s all people see me for
  • and you get a hint of the sadness behind that statement, the fact that people forget that there’s a person with feelings under his breathtaking smiles
  • and you don’t expect it but seokjin’s like let me drive you home and you’re like you have a car??
  • and seokjin’s like yes i just didn’t want to park it out here because it’s pretty old and i thought it might be embarrassing but once you see it you’re like seokjin this car looks new and he’s like that’s because i break my back cleaning it all the time
  • and while he’s driving you he tells you the stories of what jimin, yoongi, and taehyung have all done to his precious car and you’re laughing like nO way and seokjin’s like nO Im telling the truth it’s like im friends with a bunch of five year olds sometimes
  • and you’re like seokjin i love the way you nag about them it’s hilarious and he’s like heY i do not NAG. i woRRY and you’re like hehe it’s cute!!!!
  • and it is cute he’s concerned for the people he loves. this softie
  • and like when you get dropped off youre like hey seokjin wanna hear a secret
  • and he’s like ooo ok and you’re like leaning over like “i liked your kimchi fried rice more than the food at the restaurant. don’t tell your friend!” and when you lean back giggling into your hand seokjin just
  • he just gently takes your wrist and pulls you back to him and kisses the side of your lips with a whispered thank you
  • and like you sit in the car looking at each other in the like moonlight and it’s cute you wanna kiss him again but like it’s enough for the first date and seokjin watches as you go inside just to make sure you’re safe
  • and ofc he sends you a good night text because like seokjin is the best man on this planet he is so soft and caring and wow ok im getting off topic
  • but yes after that you and seokjin meetup more often on campus, sometimes in the area where the news channel is filmed because seokjin is always studying lines during lunch and you’re honestly just fine watching him all concentrated as you munch on his homemade snacks
  • you also listen to him do a mock announcement and then clap and he’s like the aplause is not necessary and you’re like why not you’re so cool seokjin
  • and he’s like trying to hide the smile but he can’t
  • sometimes you’ll go over to his dorm and you two will look up recipes on youtube or online to try and make
  • most of the time you both end up with the ingredients all over your faces and fingertips and when you reach up to put some avocado paste on seokjin’s cheek he chases you until he gets you in a backhug and kisses at the spot behind your ear that he knows is sensative
  • it’s cute you guys make dinner for his friends and jungkook is like “hyung. i think you two should just get married and adopt us all as your kids so you can both cook for us everynight.” and seokjin is like jungKOOK and you’re like skhfldngseifw and yoongi is like “no no the little twerp is right.” and jungkook’s like im like 5 inches taller than you yoongi i have been for like two years and yoongi with his mouth full of noodles “you’re still a twerp jungkook.”
  • you go to see seokjin play tennis and like it’s not a competition so you come out onto the court and seokjin helps you learn how to hold the racquet and whatnot
  • when he puts his hands around your waist to keep you steady you can literally hear sandeul from the other court whistling like GET IT SEOKJIN and seokjin is “i repeat. everyone im friends with is five.”
  • you and seokjin doing little face masks together because he gets you into them and you’re like “did i put this on right?” the first time and he’s like “no it’s upside down come here.”
  • when you had to go away for couple of days for a trip with your class seokjin sent you videos of him eating for a straight thirty minutes not saying anything until the end. he affectionately called these videos “eat jin”
  • you responded by doing the same and naming them “eating without jin” and seokjin was just like yEAH but you wish i was there
  • seokjin is tall and he owns a lot of like long sleeved shirts that you love wearing because they’re big in the shoulders and seokjin is like “…..hey listen you have your own clothes…..did you get a stain on this sweater? come here i will kill yo-” and you’re like “SORRY but they’re nice and they smell clean like you” and seokjin is like “if you weren’t so cute- i sWEAR.”
  • you start watching the school news everyday now lmao all your friends are like “i thought you didn’t care about campus news?” and you’re like “ofc i do. especially if my cute as heck boyfriend is reporting it to me. btw did you know i got him another pink tie for our anniversary and look he’s wearing it-”
  • and one day seokjin and you come to his dorm after going to his tennis practice together and seokjin is gets a call and he’s listening to the other person for a longtime and you can’t really read his face but you’re like ???? and when he hangs up after saying thank you one hundred times you’re like “what is it??” and seokjin’s like “you know the place i intern at?” and you’re like “the big news channel right?” and he’s like “yeah.” and you’re like taking his hands in yours like “well???? what???” and he looks at you and he’s like “they’re officially hiring me. they’re officially hiring me to help report the news.” and you’re like ……..HOLY SHIt and you jump up and down and just grab his cheeks and kiss him like one hundred times
  • and seokjin is like ,,,,,,,,this is fOR real this isn’t just the free news channel for the uni this is,,,,,actual television and you’re like oh MY GOD im so pROUd and you lean in to kiss him again but this time seokjin kisses back
  • and he’s usually very tender with kisses but this one is full of adrenaline and like you’re both already kinda sweaty because you came back from tennis but like what the frick ever you like go down right there on the floor of the kitchen
  • and like seokjin pulls you ontop and is just like
  • well you know there goes his tennis uniform and all that woooo
  • and you two are lucky yoongi doesn’t walk in on the dorm but like seokjin is just holding you close and his forehead is against yours and he’s like
  • “this is a miracle.” and you’re like whaT no you’re destined to be on the TV screen and he’s like no no well yes the job is a miracle but the real miracle he was talking about is ofc……you
  • and it’s cute you and seokjin are two glowing flowers two sweet and kindhearted for this world
  • afterwords you try to get taehyung, jimin, and namjoon to help you make a special cake for seokjin but like with those three all you get is a bunch of icing everywhere so you’re like baking cookies with seokjin’s face on it instead sounds easier
  • you throw a party for him and seokjin is just so surprised because honestly not a lot of people show him they appreciate him a lot but ever since you’ve been around he actually feels loved like really REALLY loved
  • and it’s cute he spins you around in a hug while jungkook is trying to sneak one of the seokjin cookies off your tray and you’re like heY don’t those are seokjin’s present 
  • and yoongi wiggling his eyebrows @ you 2 like “i think seokjin already got his present~~~” and taehyung’s like GOOD ONE BRO
  • and you’re like “seokjin.” and seokjin with his face in your neck like “hmm?” you’re like “i think you were right. your friends are all five year olds.”
  • lmaO you excitedly gather everyone in the study hall to crowd around your laptop to watch seokjin’s first day on the job and you’re like lOOK At him. my professional baby 

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Make it work -Jide

hoodminter said to simplysdmn: Hello, I love your imagines and if your request are still open could you and imagine where you are a musician and have to kiss someone in your music video but JJ won’t let it happen so the director eventually get JJ to play the love interest. Could you include the fans reaction? 

A/N: Hey babe, thank you so much and I hope you like this. 


Y/N’s POV

My face was being poked and prodded for about 3 hours and I was already falling asleep. I kept waking up when I was told to open my eyes so they could fix something or if they needed to apply something new. All I needed in that moment of time was a cup of some sort of coffee to wake me up and keep me buzzed for the rest of the day. 

I looked over at where my manager was at and wondered if I could take a break because I couldn’t handle being sat in that chair any longer. Instead I saw JJ with a Starbucks cup in his hand. I smiled at the thoughtfulness of him which in result I got scolded at because apparently smiling can ‘crease my makeup’. I rolled my eyes and motioned for Jide to come over when he caught a glimpse of me.

My manager shooed and the artists away to get their own break as I got my own. He handed me my coffee and smiled.

“A very special coffee for a very special lady.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss. “How are you?” 

“Very tired. I’m completely knackered.” I sighed and pouted. 

“I know babe, it’ll be over before you know it. Drink up! You’ll need it.” I offered him a large smile and carefully drank the coffee as quick as I could.

“Thank you Jide.” The team came back and said I had to get dressed. I said my goodbye before I was dragged away.

I slipped into the dress with the help of the kind costume designer.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Lisa said.

“Yeah, I told him not to come because we were going to be in here for so long and he’d get bored.” I laughed, shaking my head. 

“You know how boys are. Have you told him about the kissing scene?” I widened my eyes. It had totally slipped my mind to tell Jide at all.

“Jesus Lisa, you’re only after reminding me. I totally forgot. He’s going to kill everyone, oh God.” 

“I’m sure he’ll understand. You’re under so much stress, sometimes things will slip your mind and there’s nothing you can do about it.” She calmed me down and we walked out of the dressing room. She then nodded and I went pull JJ outside.

“JJ, I need to talk to you for a couple of minutes.” He nodded and took my hand as he walked me outside.

“What’s up? Everything good?” I nodded.

“Yeah except the fact that I may have forgotten to tell you something very important that may or may not get you angry.” He gave me a confused look but motioned for me to continue talking.

“Well in the last scene we have to do, we have to kiss. I have to kiss the model that they have gotten for the music video.” He stayed silent for a couple of seconds making my heart rate increase by a mile.

“Y/N, out of all things you’ve forgotten to tell me this is what you choose.” He laughed, making me calm down slightly.

“So you’re ok with it?” I smiled making him give me a weird look.

“No, they can swap me in for that guy.” I huffed.

“JJ that’s not how it works!” He shrugged walking towards the door.

“I’m going to making it work.” He smiled broadly, knowing I was getting frustrated.

“JJ.” I dragged his name out and he mocked me in return.

“Jide, they’re gonna get so mad. Please don’t do this.” I pleaded.

“Let them get mad, if they’re smart they’ll realize there’s going to be a better chemistry if I play the love interest.”

“If I get in trouble, I swear I’m never talking to you ever again.” I pouted walking around him and back into the venue. Lisa walked towards me immediately and asked what he said.

“He’s not mad but he wants them to swap out the model for him so there will be a better ‘chemistry’ or in other words he’s going to get jealous and will probably knock the poor guy out.” We both laughed at the mess he was getting himself into. We looked over to where he was and he was looking very annoyed. I assumed things weren’t going his way. He looked over at me looking for help. I shrugged and sipped my coffee.

“Olajide, I’m sorry but we cant do that. We already have the model booked we can’t let them go right now and we’ve paid them in advance we can’t let that happen.”

“I don’t care, I’ll pay back what you paid him just to make up for the cost.” My manager pulled the team away and had a very quite discussion. He walked over to me and huffed.

“I told you, you never listen to me.” I poked his chest.

“You’re annoying.” He pouted.

“So are you!” I giggled. They called him over and began talking quietly. From the look on his face, I could tell that his plan was going forward. I looked over at Lisa who was shaking her head, laughing.

“Start on him.” My manager yelled, making a bunch of the makeup and hair team drag him to a chair. I was also pulled from one side of the venue to go over the plan and what we were doing for the last few scenes.

“Alright Y/N, you just have to dance there and JJ you walk in. Dance for a couple of seconds and then the kiss. Good?” We both nodded and walked back to our designated spots. The music started playing and did what we were told. I started swaying to the music and, JJ pushed through the extra’s that were playing as other people in the nightclub. He reached me and put his hands on my waist and danced. 

We danced for a couple of seconds before he pulled me in for a kiss. It was long and passionate but it wasn’t sloppy. For a split second, I felt embarrassed. I remembered that everyone was looking at us but that embarrassment faded away when he pulled me in even more and leaving no space between us.

“And, cut!” The director yelled. “That was perfect guys! We’re all wrapped up! The video will be emailed to you just to see if you like it just before it’s sent to production to see if you like it. Yeah?” I nodded and walked to the dressing room to get changed into my comfortable clothes so I could go home.

JJ and I said goodbye to everyone before going to get dinner.


“Hey guys! So today I am joined with a very special guest. If you haven’t been living under a rock, I have a girlfriend and her name is Y/N Y/L/N.” I waved at the camera.

“She is indeed a singer and she just released a banging music video to her song which will be linked down below. Tell them what we are doing today!” He looked over at me and made me giggle.

“JJ if you keep looking at me like that I’m not going to concentrate.” He laughed and just smothered me with kisses making me laugh harder.

“OK, OK! We’re reacting to you guys reacting us. I was told specifically not to watch these in advance by Jide so these are raw reactions. Is that good enough for you?” I asked him playfully. He nodded in response and clicked onto the first video. 

The first reaction was happy thoughts and that they really liked the video in general and that the kiss was amazing. The second reaction was a couple dancing along to the song and they just reacted to the song not the actual video which was ok for me because I could tell it was an enjoyable song for others. The last video was 2 girls sat in front of their computer and they were already screaming at the intro of the video.

“Oh my God, she looks so fucking good.” They yelled. They sang loudly along with the songs and imitated the dance that I had learned for the video. Then the bit where JJ had to appear came up and they freaked out.

“Fuck! It’s JJ!” One of them screamed letting the other one off. I laughed at their cuteness and couldn’t wait to see the reaction when they saw me and JJ kiss.

“No way, they aren’t going to kiss are they?”

“If they do, I’ll actually cry.” The kissing scene appeared and one of them burst into tears.

“This is actually goals.” I looked over at JJ who looked utterly confused with what was happening in front of him. I laughed at him.

“Well guys, I don’t have a clue with what the fuck just happened.” JJ sighed, laughing slightly. We finished off the video and he said he’d start editing tomorrow.

“I think I should be in your music videos if were going to get that kind of response.” He smirked.

“I’m pretty sure the whole team completely hates you now.” He nodded.

“Well, we can make a music video of our own if they wont let me join next time.” He laughed, carrying me to my bed.

Time Upon Once, ch. 4 (4/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

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Killian shuffled in the driver’s seat of his Bug, his knees bending uncomfortably as his eyes squinted to read the local newspaper classified section by the glow of the streetlights, trying to find a place to live.  The actions brought back memories of all the times he’d spent doing the exact same thing in the past decade. In every new town there had been several sleepless nights in his Bug, searching for a new apartment, with nothing but a duffel bag in the trunk and the hope that one day he’d find her.

Until he’d realized he was chasing nothing but a ghost from time long past, and he’d stopped looking.

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Doctors orders//Daryl Dixon

Exact request:  Angst basic af request lol where you are upset about Daryl leaving with merle back during the prison days and when he comes back you don’t even wanna talk to him but then either you or him get hurt and the other realizes they wouldn’t know what to do if something more serious has happen and they make up

Summary: When Daryl comes back with Merle, y/n is injured and Daryl panics. He only wonders what would happen if he hadn’t come back and it was worse than what really happened.

Note: I switched it a bit so I hope you don’t mind

Warnings: swearing

Originally posted by fuckyeahrickyl


The prison yard was filling with walkers, y/n and Rick were on the outside. The only entrance was surrounded with multiple walkers and the governors army were shooting at us.

“We can’t stay in the grass forever” y/n whispered to Rick.

“We can take them out, on my count we move in, okay?”

“Yeah” She nodded to him.

She looked at how far they had to go. They had to get there without walkers attacking as governors men had moved out. Now they were left with that real situation, the dead. Two against a dozen or so with only knives.

“Now” he spoke urgently.

The shot up from the grass and ran. Pushing walkers off if they could. The entrance was blocked.

“You do it and I’ll keep the walkers off” She told Rick.

He turned and did it without a question. Little did either know that another one of the governors men had lingered behind. He came up behind y/n and tackled her. She yelled for help but there was no good option now.

“Get off” Rick yelled.

The man had thrown himself and y/n quite a few feet away. The man punched her repeatedly, face and ribs. She reached for her knife and only dropped in from the amount she was shaking. Rick was held up by walkers so when the mans weight was gone, she was confused.

She looked up and saw Daryl above her, his hand out to help her stand up. She ignored in despite her injuries and the urgency of the situation. Daryl couldn’t bother with arguments, they had to go. Rick and them fought through walker to get through the clearing and into the prison. 

They had to fight their way in but they made it. Rick welcomed with hugs from Carl, y/n snuck away while everyone else’s shock of Daryl with Merle settled in. She heard Glenn yelling about his presence and how he had to leave but Daryl couldn’t focus. he knew y/n was hurt upstairs. 

He mindlessly walked away from everyone yelling at him. He went to find y/n in her cell, hunched over and crying. She had her face in her hands no matter how much her face ached.

“Y/n” Daryl whispered.

“Go away” She cried.

“I can’t, I won’t”

She looked up at him with angry eyes. 

“You’ve fucking left once already and all I ask is for you to leave me be! I didn’t say go back out in the woods with that horrible man yo-”

“My brother?”

“And your still here defending him, don’t you fucking bother me! You don’t love me” She spat vile words at him.

“Daryl, you best go now. Let me clean her up” Hershel spoke placing a hand on his shoulder.

Daryl moved his shoulder from under his grasp and left with mumbled profanities. Hershel walked in and pulled up a chair across from her. He wet a cloth with some alcohol.

“Just do it, I know it’ll hurt” She spoke.

So he did so, he pat around her injuries. Eyebrow cut, lip split open, the bridge of her nose bleeding alone with other cuts scattered around her cheeks and forehead.

“Don’t shut him out, y/n” Hershel spoke, he couldn’t stop himself from giving his fatherly advice.

“He left me, us, for his shit hole brother”

Hershel prepared for the stitches she’d need across her cheek bone.

“That’s his blood, how can you blame him?”

“That man spent his years with Daryl abandoning him and when he was around, drunk or drugged out of his mind. Then, then I let him in and loved him. First guy I’ve ever loved and I thought he did too, but he left without a second thought”

“But he’s back. He realized his mistake” He worked on stitching her up as he continued to speak “He came back and I’m sure it wasn’t for Glenn’s rage”

He chuckled and she laughed also, her face aching when she did and winced.

“Keep still now” He says.

As he finishes up he tells her one last thing “Now you go talk to that boy”

“Her-”

“ah, ah, doctors orders” He smiled and stood up.

Daryl walked in instantly, he had been listening. He sat across from her where Hershel was just sitting.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I thought that was the right thing to do but I realized I was wrong. I was gonna leave Merle, I swear, but he came back too. I can’t change what I did but I’m glad I came back. What would’ve happened if I couldn’t help you out there, you’d be dead or close to it. But I swear I’m not leaving ya, never again, I love you y/n. First woman I’ve ever said that to in my whole life” He spoke, his eyes watering and they rarely did.

A tear fell from her cheek and into one of her wounds, she winced gently, carefully. He wiped it away softly and kissed her.

“I love you too Daryl Dixon, and if you ever leave again, I swear to fucking God I’ll find you and kill you myself”


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Do you know of any good bellarke fics? (Other than yours of course!)

<33 you’re too sweet!

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Supergirl Season 2 Episode 21 “Resist” Thoughts/Overview:


1) Cat Grant is back! Y'all don’t know how much I’ve missed her.

2) “Please tell me you’re still a Democrat” – line of the night

3) Lillian and Supergirl working together? Sounds fake but it’s canon

4) Lena is so done with everyone’s shit I’m in love

5) Also how dare Rhea threaten my babygirl into marrying a sack of shit when there’s a Kryptonian waiting for her on Earth?

6) Cat fucking shit up before the vows are finalized while throwing shade at Rhea? I’m alive.

7) Anyway any “heir” that Rhea is going to produce is going to come out ugly. Ain’t nobody’s genes strong enough to overcome the ugliness of Monolow.

8) Kara going to comfort said sack of shit without even acknowledging her “bezzie mate”? Unrealistic. Also it’s just bad writing.

9) Lena shooting that guard and walking away without a change in facial expression? Legends only.

10) I like how Lena’s first reaction when coming down from the spaceship is “Where’s Supergirl?” It just shows that feelings aren’t one sided.

11) Cat’s face when Supergirl is talking about her “boyfriend”. She was like “mmm K. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

12) Also, you know what pissed me off the most this episode? Mongrel leaving Kara to DIE on the spaceship. Honestly? James and Lena would never do that shit to her. Can’t wait for Lillian to put a lead bullet in him next week.

13) A final note: Lena channeling her Morgana vibes in that black dress? Changing into the red dress? I would like to not only thank God but also Jesus for whoever is Lena’s costume director.


Overall? I thought it was a good episode. This episode reminded me why I liked the show to begin with – badass women taking the actual lead of the show.

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Mine’s Better

A/N: So I want to start this post by wishing the HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS to my incredibly amazing, talented, and gorgeous bae @dontshootmespence. If you haven’t already, go and wish this beautiful girl a happy birthday! But before that, please enjoy my gift to her in the form of this fluff fic. Love you, my Garcia :)

Originally posted by hailey-upton

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Well…can’t really say I’m surprised, Nicole thought to herself as she looked down at the stick in her hands. Honestly, how else could she attest for the sudden nausea? Or the fact that she suddenly felt tired all the time? Or how she needed to get up to pee every five goddamn seconds? Seriously. All the clues had practically been staring her straight in the face. In fact, it was a surprise Spencer hadn’t figured it out already. After all, he was the expert on…well…everything.

As her boyfriend’s name ran through her mind, Nicole felt a whole new wave of anxiety course through her already churning stomach, nearly making her turn around and go back to the toilet. How was this going to go for him? True, they had been together for over two years now. True, they had spent many a night lying awake, talking for hours about the future. And true, almost every conversation about that future included children.

Nicole had never told him this, but at the start of their relationship, she’d been unsure how she felt about kids. Not that she had anything against them. After all, her nephew was the absolute light of her life. And through Spencer, she’d gotten to know JJ’s little boy Henry (he was her boyfriend’s godson after all). It was this interaction more than anything that had started to sway her mind. Even though Henry wasn’t his, her heart would melt a little more each time she saw Spencer interact with his best friend’s son. Whether it was telling him jokes to make him laugh or blowing his tiny mind with magic tricks, his eyes would always light up any time he got to spend with little Henry. And Nicole loved seeing him that happy more than anything in the world.

And now as she sat here, staring at that tiny little plus sign, she felt her heart warm all over again. This was good. This was going to be a good thing. Because this child wouldn’t just be a nephew or a godson. This child would be theirs. A little bit of her, and a little bit of him. True perfection.

He’d texted her over two hours ago stating that they were flying back home from their case. It had only been in New York, a relatively short flight, which meant he was expected to be back at the apartment any minute. Nicole instantly began flustering. If only she’d thought to take the test sooner! He’d been gone for three days for crying out loud! She could have come up with some clever way to tell him! Maybe gone out and bought one of those cute little onesies or some tiny Converse to match his. But now…now she had nothing. And even though she knew Spencer wasn’t always one for big, dramatic reveals, this was their first baby. It needed to be special.

Nicole froze slightly as she heard the key in the front door. Panicking, she raced into the bathroom and grabbed the pregnancy test from where it was sitting on the edge of the sink. What do I do? What do I do? she thought, her brain pulling her in about fifteen different directions. Do I show it to him now? Do I wait? Do I put it somewhere for him to find it?

“Nikki? You home, hun?” Spencer’s voice called from the front of the apartment. “Come here! I have a surprise for you!”

Well…two can play at that game, Doctor, she thought with a sly smile as she grabbed the pregnancy test, holding it to her chest. “I have a surprise for you too!” she called out. “And I bet you mine’s better.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Spencer said. “Get in here!”

As Nicole bounded out of the bathroom, ready to prove her “all-knowing genius” boyfriend that he actually could be wrong every once in a while, she realized almost immediately that she had severely underestimated the level of his surprise. Because as she entered the front room, there stood her boyfriend, his dark eyes shining up at her beneath the tangled mass of curls atop his head, but that wasn’t all that was there. Sitting at his feet, panting happily, was one of the fluffiest corgis she had ever laid her eyes on.

“Spence…who’s your little friend?” she asked, attempting to subtly slip the pregnancy test in her back pocket while Spencer wasn’t looking.

“Well…he’s our little friend now,” Spencer replied happily. “I hate the thought of you being here all alone whenever I’m away at work so…I figured you could use some company. And don’t worry! I did my research!” Of course you did, you dork, Nicole thought, rolling her eyes but unable to resist a smile. “Corgis are rated as some of the most easily companionable dogs. They’re easy to take care of. They are quick to develop lasting bonds. And the shelter owner said this one in particular loves to cuddle.”

The shocked feeling radiating inside her brain must have been reflecting on her face because next thing she knew, Spencer was waving his hand in front of her as if afraid he’d lost her attention. “Nikki?” he asked. “What do you think?”

Nicole hesitated slightly, trying to figure out how best to segue her surprise into something like this. Not only that, but on top of being the fluffiest corgi she’d ever seen, it was also the cutest corgi she’d ever seen. She couldn’t help but smile as she pictured herself and Spencer, curled up on the couch watching a movie while this little fluff ball draped himself across their laps, no doubt covering them all in dog hair—something that didn’t seem to upset either of them.

“Well, first things first,” she began, kneeling down to pet the corgi’s head. “We’re totally naming him Stubbs.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Stubbs?”

“Yeah,” Nicole replied, holding up one of the corgi’s paws. “Have you seen the lack of legs on this guy?”

Spencer nearly choked on his laughter, nodding in approval. “Stubbs it is.”

Nicole paused for a moment, looking into the sweet dog’s big, black eyes before taking a deep breath and reaching into her back pocket. “And I’m glad that you want me to have some extra company while you’re gone. Because…we’re about to get a little more.”

Back to confusion. “What are you talking about?” Spencer asked.

Nicole bit her lip before bringing her hands to her front, holding the positive pregnancy test up so that it was eye level with Spencer. For a moment, his eyes remained narrowed in confusion, but seconds later, they instantly widened as the flickered from the pregnancy test to her own eyes.

“Wait,” he began, the shock clearly preventing him from thinking straight. “Is this…Are you…Are we…”

Nicole nodded, feeling tears crop up in the corners of her eyes. “We are.”

Spencer released the corgi’s leash as he reached forward and took her in his arms, holding her tighter than he’d ever held her before, nuzzling his face into her neck, unable to speak from the amount of sheer happiness.

“I can’t say for sure until I visit the doctor,” Nicole said, resting her chin on his shoulder. “But I think I’m about six weeks along.”

“This is…I just…Oh my god,” Spencer choked out, clearly doing the best to regain control of his emotions. “I’m going to be a Dad.”

“You’re going to be a Dad,” Nicole replied, leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips. “And by the way, I was right. Mine was better.”

Spencer laughed and held up his hands. “Unfortunately, I think I still may have you beat.”

“Spencer, this is our future child we’re talking about!” Nicole exclaimed. “What could you have that could possibly top that?”

“How about something to symbolize the permanence of that future?” Before Nicole could make out what he meant by this, she saw him reach down into Stubbs’ fur and extract something that had been hanging from the end of his collar. At first glance, Nicole thought it had just been the dog tag. But as Spencer held it up to her just before he sank down on one knee, she realized just how wrong she had been.

“Nikki,” he began, his dark eyes shining up at her. “My love, my light, my everything. Let’s get a start on that future we always talked about. Will you marry me?”

The words had barely left his mouth before Nicole was already furiously nodding, the tears spilling down her cheeks as Spencer slipped the glittering band over her finger before straightening up and pulling her close to him again, the two of them wrapped in a beautiful embrace.

“You were right,” Nicole said, taking her head off of his shoulder so that she could stare at the gorgeous rock sitting on her left hand. “Yours was better.”

However, Spencer’s smile widened as his gaze moved, not to the ring, but to Nicole’s stomach where he placed his hand over where he knew his tiny baby lay, as if he already couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms.

“Not a chance,” he said before leaning down and planting another long kiss on her lips.