and her smile when he tells her

Now that Sera had started talking, she found it easier to keep going.  Perhaps she really did just need to tell somebody everything, to let somebody into her world and how she was feeling for a little while.

Sera:  “Evi and her husband….”

Brand:  “Dragus.”

Sera:  “You really did your homework.”

Brand smiles:  “Of course.”

Sera:  “They had this connection from almost the minute they met.  We were 8 when our grandfather hired their company.  Our mother was kidnapped when she was a teen.   So when he found out that she and her sister were pregnant?  He wasn’t about to take any chances.  Except Evi really didn’t want a bodyguard, she was pretty mad about the whole thing and worked hard at making his life as challenging as possible.  I think she kept hoping he’d quit.”

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“Please give it up for your senior class president, Lucas Friar!" 

The crowd erupts in screams and applause and from the podium on stage Lucas can see Maya standing on her chair, cheering as Dave holds onto the chair from her right to keep her from falling. 

Lucas laughs when a teacher tells Maya to get down and she just scowls, robes flying and almost hitting Dave in the face but he just smiles passively at her, holding out his hand to help her step down. 

"Hi, I’m Lucas Friar and I’m as strong as a horse,” Lucas begins. He feels the attention in the room suddenly pressing in on his chest at the strange statement. “And for a long time, I was proud of it. At my old school, I got in fights just because I knew I could win them. I thought that was my thing and I was fine with that, but it limited me. Fighting was all I had, and my worth depended on whether I won or lost. But then I moved here, and I met some really great people, and I learned the secret of life: that people change people. They gave me this fresh start that I really needed but never knew I wanted. I still had my moments, obviously, but violence wasn’t expected of me. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t moved here or even if I hadn’t taken the subway on my first day of school. And I don’t really want to know,” he laughs a little, “because these years here, with all of you, have been unforgettable. Thank you." 

The applause is immediate and Lucas can feel the hundreds of eyes that follow him off the stage and back through the rows to take his seat. Farkle fist bumps him and Riley squeezes his arm as he walks by, hand gripping Farkle’s tightly and tears causing her makeup to run. He smiles at them. 

"Screw you, Friar,” Maya sniffles, both her arms wrapped around one of Dave’s and her head on his shoulder. 

“She said that like 17 times during your speech, too,” Dave laughs, gently prying his arm out of Maya’s and carefully pushing her head over so it leans on Lucas instead. “I’m glad you’re back dude, my arm was falling asleep." 

Maya’s hand finds Lucas’s and she sighs, looking up at him silently as Principal Kern gets up to speak about the importance of academics. Isadora accepts her award for valedictorian and gives her speech that’s a thousand times better than Lucas’s (but really, he expected nothing less from her) (and when she winks at him from the podium he laughs because he should’ve expected that too). He sees Zay down the row, his proud smile as big as Lucas has ever seen it.

"And now, your graduating class of 2020, presented by Mr. Cory Matthews!” Maya laughs at his shocked expression, knowing that he never got the notice of his elected responsibility (which she had nothing (or maybe everything) to do with). (Maya had threatened everyone into voting for him and then stolen the letter out of his mailbox. Riley had argued against it at first, but Maya persuaded her, saying “Matthews does better under pressure anyway”). 

Maya’s right, of course, and as he calls the first few people to get their diplomas (Jade Anderson, Isaiah Babineaux, Missy Bradford, Sarah Carpenter, Darby Dale) he doesn’t even look down at the list, his eyes shining at each student as he smiles proudly as if they’re all his children, and in a way they are. 

He shakes Lucas’s hand and pats him on the back as he walks by, and pulls Maya into a tight hug, and high fives Dave. The list gets shorter and applause gets softer until Riley’s called and walks across the stage in her tall heels and Maya starts cheering even louder than the entire rest of the crowd, yelling and jumping. She doesn’t stop until after Farkle has made his way across the stage, but she does choke up when he stands at the top of the stairs and pulls the neck of his robe down to reveal a bright orange turtleneck and says, “Thank you, I am Farkle!” Lucas can only force a laugh and press his eyelids shut when Billy Ross saunters across stage and winks at Maya, who rolls her eyes and sneaks a look at Lucas when his eyes are closed in annoyance. Isadora walks next, doing a small curtsy, and her face breaks into an even bigger smile when Zay cheers and throws a rose at her. Lucas loses track somewhere between Brenda Taylor and Yogi Venters because Maya had grabbed his hand again when she reached the bottom of the stairs where he waited for her and she hasn’t let go yet, but the ceremony’s over now and she’s chatting away with Riley (whose hand is in Farkle’s and other arm is hooked through Smackle’s). 

Maya looks back at Lucas every once in a while and smiles, and he flicks Zay at the suggestive look he flashes (“shut up, nothing’s going on” to which Zay says “sure it isn’t”). Lucas knows they’re not all going to be together for much longer but when Zay laughs and punches Farkle’s arm and Maya smiles at him and it’s brighter than the freaking sun, he thinks that they’ll probably be okay.

a slip of the tongue.
  • when james deflates his head and matures a bit, he actually manages to become friends with lily evans
  • like, really good friends who have comfortable conversations and make each other laugh, and it’s great, really great
  • but there’s a problem: james is still in love with her
  • like, crazily in love and he tries to hide it, but he automatically smiles when she walks into the room, and his eyes soften when he sees her, and his gaze flickers to her lips when she speaks and he cannot help it
  • and it is painfully obvious to literally everybody… except lily
  • she somehow remains oblivious to the fact that the boy who is quickly becoming one of her closest friends just wants to hold her and run his hands through her hair and tell her every day how desperately in love with her he is
  • (he also wants to push her against a wall and snog her senseless, but that’s neither here nor there)
  • and james can accept things as they are because lily really doesn’t see him in that way and he’s not going to risk losing what they have
  • so he just swallows his feelings and feels like he’s dying a little every day, no big deal
  • but then they’re all in the three broomsticks, squeezed into a smaller booth than normal, and when james ends up next to lily, he’s positive the universe hates him and he’s going to go mad because he’s never been so close to her in his life and it’s simultaneously ecstasy and torture
  • but he manages to play it cool because lily seem completely unperturbed by their proximity (damn)
  • what he doesn’t realise, because she manages to play it cool too, is that lily is actually very aware that james is pressed up against her; they’re literally shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, knee to knee
  • and it gives her tingles
  • ‘oh,’ she thinks. then it clicks. oh. oh no
  • because it suddenly hits her that maybe the way she’s been thinking about james lately, like admiring his physique in his quidditch uniform or the cute way he adjusts his glasses or the captivating way he runs his fingers through his hair, hasn’t been exactly platonic
  • and now it’s all she can think about; he’s all she can think about
  • and suddenly it’s her turn to try and hide the fact that she’s in love
  • she does about as a good a job of it as james does
  • and he does about as a good a job as her at being oblivious
  • (everyone else in the school is going mad)
  • at the next hogsmeade visit, when they somehow end up alone together because everyone else is conveniently busy, they both try not to make too big a deal about it and fail horribly because it’s a massive deal when you’re in love with the person sitting across the table from you and shit, did this count as a date?
  • but they’re still friends, so they somehow manage to get through lunch despite the romantic and sexual tension between them
  • then james steals some of lily’s food
  • “oi!” she moves to slap the back of his hand, but it’s too late and he laughs as he comes away with a handful of chips
  • she shoots him a murderous glare which just makes him laugh harder and she adores the sound of his laughter so she laughs, too
  • she shakes her head. “you’re incorrigible!”
  • “you love it,” he jokes
  • “i love you,” she says

  • shit
  • shit shit shit
  • they’ve both frozen; james has forgotten how to breathe and lily is wishing she could sink through the floor
  • “do…” he starts, but trails off because he’s scared, terrified, of finishing the question, because maybe she’ll give him an answer he doesn’t want to hear
  • and lily does briefly consider taking it back; she knows she could add, ‘as a friend!’ to the end of that sentence and they could pretend it never happened and everything would go back to the way it was and they could stay friends
  • except she’s so bloody sick of being his friend, she’s so tired of pretending that friendship with james potter is enough for her when it isn’t, it’s never going to be enough
  • so she takes a deep breath before whispering, “yes.”
  • she watches in awe as a familiarly warm grin spreads slowly across his face
  • “you’re the only person i’ve ever been in love with,” he finally admits and when her face lights up, it feels like he’s swallowed a sun
Soft touches


Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

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Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”

   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 

   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 

    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 


a daring she had never known filled daenerys then, and she gave the filly her head. the silver horse leapt the flames as if she had wings. when she pulled up before magister illyrio, she said, tell khal drogo that he has given me the wind. the fat pentoshi stroked his yellow beard as he repeated her words in dothraki, and dany saw her new husband smile for the first time.

you can see how much of an integral part of louis’ life his mum was, and it didn’t take the other boys always talking about how much he called her on the phone to tell. it really hit me when he mentioned her in the brits video—they shared everything together, and i bet there’ll often be times where he’ll refer to her in casual conversation and not even realise. it breaks my heart that this happened to him, but i’m so glad he has all these memories to look back on and smile about.

Some 2005 p&p things that make me die:

- lizzie roasting darcy everytime they meet
- the whole room ceasing to exist when they dance
- “i love you… most ardently.”
- the whole rain scene and darcy’s EYES and how bad they wanna kiss omdmfmf
- the letter
- “i’m very fond of walking.”
“yes! yes, i know.”
-“my brother has told me so mUCH ABOUT YOU.”
- the one time darcy smiles and it’s sunshine
- when elizabeth is crying bc her sister ran off with a creep and darcy doesnt know what to do and u can tell he want to comfort her so bad tf
- darcy pining and being so awkward and not knowing what to do with his hands ever
- “you must know, SURELY YOU MUST KNOW, it was all for you.”
- everything else

MC disappears after Rika returns
Part 2

Go to Part 1 here

Everything seemed to be going fine. Rika had the RFA running smoothly again. It wasn’t perfect, but she kept smiling, and she carried everyone along in her happy-trance.
Then V died.
Everyone had questions, how, why, what happened? Broken and falling apart, Rika didn’t answer. Everyone let her keep quiet, they dropped the issue. They didn’t want to hurt the girl who had already been through so much.
The RFA all seemed to pull in together to help support her. They helped her with the funeral, kept everything small. She tried tucking everything away, locking it up with a smile.
Seven and Yoosung helped go through V’s belongings with her.
Tucked away on the top shelf, Seven found a box, coated in dust. In it laid a letter. His heart stopped for a moment when he saw the name on it.



It’s on their way out of Rika’s that Seven tells him.
“MC… I think I might be able to find them.”
“Seven, they’re gone.. I thought we’ve moved past this.”
“…I found this.”
The moment he sees your name, he’s denying it. “No, Seven, she’s gone. She’s gone, we just.. we just started moving on Seven. We can’t break about it again.”
”This might be the clue we need. It’s been hidden this whole year, by V, maybe even by Rika. It might be enough to find them.”
He doesn’t want it to be real.
He was just getting used to you being gone. He was just getting used to Rika being here again, instead of you.
He was just starting to accept that Rika was back, that V was dead, and that that was that.
And now Seven is kicking up dirt.
Rika can’t be part of it all.
-”Rika… we found a letter. From MC. Do you.. know anything about it?”
-”What was in the letter?”
-”Seven has it…”
-”Oh, okay. Come back and tell me about it”


“You… you think you can find them?”
She almost can’t believe it, yet here Seven is, calling her and telling her. It had been months.. a year? Is it really a year now? Yes. It had been over a year since you disappeared.
She must’ve lost track of time… she was so focused on work. She hardly notices the change of day, she only knows work and sleep. Her life deteriorated after your disappearance. She didn’t know how much you affected her life until you were really gone…
“I’m positive I can. I just… I need your help. I need to get more information from Rika. I think she’s hiding information around MC’s disappearance, but she isn’t going to let me get anywhere near it. If you could get it, or get Yoosung to help you..”
“I’ll try Seven. I’m heading out now.”
Jaehee doesn’t quite know what she’s doing, she just knew she was at work… and now she’s at Rika’s. And then walking in, and offering help.
“I got out of work early, I was just wondering if you wanted some help.”
Confusion shows on her face before Rika nods, smiling. “I’ll take all the help I can get. There’s so much to take care of, I.. I never realized there would be so much.”
She bustles off into the other room, and Jaehee takes the chance to look around. Papers are everywhere, stacks upon stacks, packed away into boxes. What caught her eye is a small white box.
Without thinking, she snatched it up and tucked it into her bag. Rika returned then lead her into another room, showing her just how to help more.


-”There’s a letter from MC?”
He can’t help but notice the chatroom right when he wakes up.
-”Why didn’t we know about this before?”
Rika is quick to respond
-”V had many secrets, even from me. I didn’t even know about the letter”
All of the suspicion he once had arose again. Zen just doesn’t know if he can trust her anymore.
You’ve held just as many secrets he can’t help but think.
Leaving the chat, he messages Seven.
-What do you know about MC?
-Jaehee just got some more letters. I’ll let you know as I find more
-where’d you get the letters?
-What do they say?
-they’re letters she received. from MC
she mentioned a threat….
i think rika threatened MC
-She…. she did what?
-threatened MC
-I got that already. But… why?
-MC was probably a threat to her..
i have to go
-Seven, wait
-Keep me updated.
Rika messages Zen soon after.
-Can you come help me? I’ve been having trouble finding some of my things in all this chaos.. Jaehee and I can’t seem to get through this mess
Hesitantly, he heads out.


“Why are you here? I’ve heard from the others that MC is…”
Seven nods.
“Is MC really…?”
“I think I can find them. The letters Rika sent… I think I know where MC has gone.”
“What do you need?”
“I need a reason for MC to come back here. And a way to get them here.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
Hesitatnly, Seven nods. “Here, this is where MC is now. I managed to find them… finally. I finally did it.”
“Yes, you finally did. I’ll take care of it from here. You need to go and get a decent meal though. You look like death, and if MC comes back to see you like this–”
“I’ll… I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay now.”
“Wait a second.”
“I heard that MC was threatened. What was the threat?”
“…we’ll take care of that when the time comes.”
With Seven out, Jumin looks at the address. MC… you’re so far away he thinks. I think you’ll come back though, if you were to hear of a death.
After he sends the message and a plane ticket, he decides to check up on Jaehee.
Last he heard, she headed over to Rika’s.


It is late. He knows Jumin had sent the plane ticket. You would be arriving soon, if you were coming at all.
For all he knows, you could easily just ignore them. They could’ve also have found the wrong person. You could’ve been too busy.
There are so many reasons for you not to come….
He is surprised when he sees you. You, nervously walking out of the airport, new haircut, shaking hands, big eyes. Small bag, lightly packed. You didn’t plan to stay.
But what matters… is that you are here.
Your eyes fall upon Seven, then fill with tears. You shake your head, “Oh, Seven, I never should’ve come.”
“Why? MC, you’ve been gone, with no explanation, I… I‘m sorry. I should’ve helped you, I should’ve noticed there was something wrong, but I just didn’t notice. I was so blind.”
“I… crap, no, I shouldn’t have come. It’s not because of you, it was never because of you.”
“Then what was it? What did Rika do that scared you away so bad?”
“She threatened (insert your favortie mm charrie). I… I can’t let her do that.”
“You already have, MC. Just by returning. You already have.” A sickly sweet voice chimes. Walking up behind Seven, there is Rika with the rest of the RFA. “I never wanted it to get so big, it was supposed to be so simple. Don’t come back. But maybe it’s best, now that you’re here, to just end it all. We can all leave together, can’t we? It’ll be a much better place for all of us.” She pulls out a gun, and smiles sweetly. “How about we start with (insert your favortie mm charrie)?”
“No!” You yell, and you dart forward to stop her.
A bullet flies through the air, and that’s when goes to chaos.
Somewhere among it all, the gun is flung to the floor. Rika falls, left in a stun. And Saeran comes running out in shock, holding a heated gun.


“I– I— it… it wasn’t supposed… no.. no, God, no, fuck fuck fuck….”
He takes your limp hand. “Fuck!” He yells, clenching his fist. “No this wasn’t, this wasn’t supposed to… Fuck! It was supposed to be her, not you… not you….”
He holds the gun up as everyone crowds around. Security is already surrounding the group, yet Jumin holds up a hand to have them stand off.
“G–go away! It’s your fault to begin with, all of your faults! You never fucking listened to MC, now did you? Look at where the fuck it got you!”
He looks down at you, at the crimson bleeding into your sweater. Your eyes were starting to gloss over, but after a few sputtering coughs, you smiled painfully, “Saeran…. it’s okay. Don’t blame them. I love them. Like I love you. I’m sorry that I could have been better for all of you…. I’m sorry.”
A few more coughs, each sounding increasingly more painful.
Saeran lowers the gun, then breaks down into tears.

“The ambulance is getting close,” Jumin says, his voice rough. He looks down at you for just a moment, where someone is helping with the bleeding, before he clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I’ve let you down MC, I could’ve done more, I could’ve protected you… Nothing will be the same without you, you have to make it. Okay? “ He turns away with that, shielding his face from view.
Jaehee slowly crouches down next to you and Saeran, taking your hand. “It’ll be okay MC,” she says, her voice high and watery, “we’re here for you this time… we… we aren’t going to leave you now.”
Shaking his head, Yoosung stares down, “I…. MC… I’m… I’m so sorry. I wish I could’ve been better for you, I wish I could’ve been good enough to stop this, so that… so that you could.. be okay…” He bites his lip, unable to say more. He wipes at his eyes, “I’m here for you until the end this time, okay..?”
“We’re all here until the end this time, I promise you MC… I’m not going to leave you, we’re going to be by your side now. You… you gotta make it for us, okay? We won’t be anything without you.” Zen says, laying a hand on your shoulder. His other hand he holds up to his mouth, wiping at his eyes, or holding back words that might come pouring out of him.
Seven stays in the background until the ambulance comes. He watches as they help you on to a stretcher, and he watches as the life fades out of your eyes. Any moment now, you’ll be gone. The ambulance never could’ve saved you. He knows that. He doesn’t want to accept it, doesn’t want to address it.
But now you’re leaving, taken away on the ambulance for the last time he’ll see you.
He rushes over, takes your hand, and whispers in your ear, “MC… I’m so sorry… I’m sorry I’ve never been good enough for you, that I got you into all of this, that I couldn’t protect you…. I promise…. we’ll see each other again, okay? I promise…. we’ll be able to see each other on the spaceship one day.”

And then the ambulance rushes you away.


The letter they found from V was tucked away in a box.
It wasn’t hidden, wasn’t meant to be hidden at least.
Rika of course kept it away from them.
But she wasn’t here to hold the secrets out of reach anymore.
And V was ready to pour them out into the open in the many letters he wrote, but never could send.

The RFA was shattered after this.
There was so many issues that broke trust, shattered confidence and structure.
Instead of breaking apart, it drew them closer together.
They worked harder than ever before to do good.
But they watched out for each other, kept each other from overworking themselves. They created a group built on trust, so that they could have confidence and closeness and openness amongst each other.
They did it in memory of you.
You changed their world.
And they could never forget you.

~Sunflower (:


“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.

“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”

“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

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I wish I could kiss him. Damn! Don’t think that in front of Queenie. Bugger! She’s grinning, oh no, she knows I like Newt…

“Please, don’t tell him!” You begged her suddenly when everyone but Queenie and you left the room, and she grinned. “Queenie!”

“Fine! But you have to tell him eventually.” 

“What a good idea! Why haven’t I said something earlier? Oh right, he does not like me back!” You huffed sarcastically and crossed your arms moodily. You wished you could have shielded your thoughts. 

“Are you sure?” She smilled even brighter and you knew that something was fishy about her sly smile.

“Did you read his thoughts?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I can’t stop it, and yes, I did. He likes you. You’re his best friend and you’re probably the only one who he would even consider to really, really like.” She held a giggle nack. “He thinks you have a nice behind. He tries to hide his thoughts.”

“Applesauce!” You were quite shocked. Newt was never someone who gawked at women and told you if they had a nice cleavage or behind or smile. Never. You had assumed he was asexual and that his beasts were his only true love. “You’re kidding me.” 

“I’m not.”  

“Oh bugger, what should I do. I can’t go up to Newt and tell him that I have crush on him. That’s weird, even for me.” You exclaimed helplessly and groaned, but stopped when you heard a soft ‘Oh’ behind you,stiffening. Turning around, you looked up and saw Newt at the door, looking surprised at your words. You gulped and blicked, your throat suddenly dry. 

Queenie smiled and left the room and you cleared your throat. 

“Well, that was not how I imagined it at all.”

Aquarius & Cancer
  • Aquarius, walking with Cancer into the mall, smiling: So tell me, did anyone tell you how when you get embarrassed, your ears turn red?
  • Cancer, covers her ears while laughing: They do not! At least when I sneeze it doesn't sound like a old man!
  • Aquarius, chuckles as he pulls her into a hug while pinching her nose: Your such a pain in my ass, you know that?
  • Cancer, embarrassed: I'm a cute pain your ass, idiot
  • Aquarius, smiles as he lets go of her & walks away: Of course baby
“Does your guard dog want a drink of water?”

In which Mariah accurately deduces that Shades is checking her out, and here’s the proof:

In this first pic, you can see that he is looking right at her with a slight smirk on his face.  Cornell is obviously the “power” person in the room, yet Shades is focused on her.  He’s supposed to be there to provide Cornell with support, yet his eyes are glued to Mariah’s body (his head is slightly tilted down so he was probably checking her out).

In this second pic, from the camera angle you can see that Shades is not only looking at her, but his body is facing hers, not Cornell’s.  This is also a sign of attraction (when your attention, body, and feet are pointed towards someone).

In this last pic, she practically insults him, and his response is to chuckle and smile at her.  Also, that slight nod of his is like him telling her that yes, he was indeed checking her out and got caught.  It also says that he is so not ashamed of getting caught.  It’s like he wanted her to know.  Looking at somebody for that long is bound to draw the person’s attention because they can see it from their peripheral vision.

So yeah, this is my mini meta about Shades being thirsty as fuck from the getgo.

Everyone’s got lovely stories about their first night at Starfleet Academy. One evening on the Enterprise, they all share.

Uhura found her room after getting slightly lost and met Gaila for the first time. Gaila greeted her with a smile, a hug, and a bottle of wine. They spent the evening setting up their beds and discussing cohabitation rules until they were tipsy, then they just chatted.

Chekov had been given a solitary room for his first year cos he was so much younger than anyone else in Starfleet that year. When he got in after his last orientation class he spent twenty minutes setting up a 3D skype call with his family, then spent three hours telling them everything that had happened.

At the end of Scotty’s first day he took all his books to a nearby pub to read through them. However, the pub turned into a karaoke bar at 8pm, so he didn’t get as much work as he wanted done, but he grooved hard.

Spock went straight to his room and checked for any correspondence from Vulcan. His mother had emailed insisting that he go for a walk down the main road and buy something he didn’t need instead of staying in his room doing homework. Spock found a lovely tea shop and purchased a cup that did nothing more than the cup he had brought with him, but he liked the design. His mother was overjoyed.

Sulu walked in the door of his apartment and was immediately hugged by Ben. Sulu told him that he’d had a good day, but he just wanted to hear Ben talk for a while. Ben discussed his day, then casually mentioned the cheesecake he’d bought to celebrate and further conversation was halted until they had cake.

Jim, however, still resents Bones for their first night together. Jim had been waiting excitedly for Bones to turn up, he’d spoken to reception and requested McCoy as his roommate because atleast this guy didn’t seem so starry eyed. He barely knew if he wanted to be in starfleet himself.
He had been sitting on his bed reading a physics book, looking up hopefully everytime there was a noise outside the door.
Finally, McCoy walked in. He looked at Jim, grunted a greeting, then dropped his gear on his bed.
“Why are you watching me?” Had been McCoy’s first words that evening.
“Don’t you remember me!?” Jim had faked being hurt, unable to believe the man didn’t recognise him.
“…should I?”
“You gave me whisky, told me you were divorced, then threw up on me this morning!”
McCoy studied him for a moment. “Oh, it’s you. I gotta go, I’ll see you later. Please wear pants.”
McCoy left. Jim aggressively didn’t wear pants.

My prediction for supergirl romance : Mon finds out that Alex and Maggie are happily in love together despite their problems and is like “ oh that’s allowed on Earth ? “ and then everyone is like “yeah ofc” and he’s like “sweet” and proceeds to go ask out Winn who is a flustered happy bisexual mess. Kara goes to tell this funny story to her crush friend Lena Luthor and then  realizes that actually Lena has really pretty eyes and nice hair and when she smiles Kara never wants that smile to go away and her heart kinda goes !!! because she may or may not suddenly really want to kiss her girlfriend friend Lena Luthor and all of a sudden is Lena asking her out ?

The boy who sits next to me in math class, known for his love of partying and use of drugs, draws the most beautiful drawings in the margins of his homework. Pictures of flowers curling around radical signs and fire that swirls until the words are no longer legible. He sits in a lower level math class as if he belongs there but he can help me with the most complex problems when I am struggling. He does it without complaint. He shows me his pictures as he explains what he was trying to do, shyly as if he is not aware of his talent.
The girl who usually rolls in late on a Monday morning after a weekend of drinking too much and kissing too many, is the greatest listener. She smiles at me and laughs brightly, her mouth stained with liquor and regret. Her lopsided smile tells the story of the boys who treated her wrong, the bruises they left her not evident on her skin but in the way she is hesitant, always trying to avoid getting hurt but never getting far. She pauses too long before answering questions about her life in order to figure out the best way to present herself.
The girl who is my lab partner in chemistry, who patiently goes through the instructions with me every time when I am lost, helping me when I make mistakes with a positive attitude, never scolding me, has to take daily anxiety medicine to keep her under control. She helped me choose my schedule for senior year as I panicked in class. My hands shaking against my jeans and my teeth biting into my lower lip as she whispered to me the best techniques to stay calm.
The nerdy boy who helped me pass Algebra last year works 30 hours a week only to come home to an unwelcoming house. The school jokes about how he can wear a different Star Wars shirt everyday for two weeks without ever repeating an outfit but he uses them to cover up the bruises on his arm. He smiles shyly to disguise his chip tooth given to him too many years and too many incidents ago for him to truly remember what caused the fight. 
The heartbreaking girl on the school newspaper came after me when she saw me leave lunch half in tears. She sat with me for close to an hour as she listened to my story and she filled the silences with her own. Not of the hearts she has broken but of the damages done to her own. She held a paper towel to my red face as she told me words of encouragement with a sympathetic look on her face. She sat me on the ground as she redid my makeup, she knew exactly how to hide the evidence of my meltdown.
—  We are not what we seem

A few years after the events of RWBY, the girl’s are all hanging out when a little boy comes up to Yang and tells her that her robot arm is awesome.

She smiled and says it is before flexing it for him, when he asks if it hurts, she says, she was sore after losing it and sad for a long time.

The boy asks if she’s sad now, she says no she hasn’t been sad for a while. When he asks how she wasn’t sad, Yang smiled. “I kept moving forward.” she answers before the boy’s mother called him over.

“Monty? Monty Oum you better be back here by the count of five!”


“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.  
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

you know what’s great?

the fact that beast boy always goes above and beyond to make raven smile.

he is literally the only other Titan who cares so much about her happiness that he practically zones in on it and makes it his goddamn mission. 

he’s so good at reading her, he can tell when something’s off even when no one else does. it’s how he knew about malchior, and how he figured out her birthday before anyone else even noticed something was wrong. 

ok just a friendly reminder that  Daryl did in fact try to be sweet and offer to carry something for Carol and this happened..

Awkwardness ensued because my Dad tells me that this happens to guys around girls they like. You  can be normally sure handed and just trip all over yourself when the situation occurs. 

I mean Daryl did forget he was carrying a jug when he offered to carry hers (giggity) and  this sort of amnesia also happens as well. And I have had to tell guys that many girls like Carol here, finding it abolutly adorable. 

I certainly do and I know Carol does because… well look at her face here..

He just so precious to her and he made her smile without even trying. Just by being  the adorable dork he is. And that face palm here just seals for me and for her. How can you not love him here, like honestly?

It’s like you can see Daryl’s thoughts in a bubble “i’m sooo awkward..” and “man I suck at this shit..” and “Oh My God she’s looking at me..”  

I mean it was just brilliant and so perfect I just have to revisit from time to time just to relive how lovely it was. 

One of those beautiful awkward steps in the course of a beautiful relationship.