but he breaks your heart because you never wanted this for your children

"I'm not in love with him/her anymore" is bullshit

If your idea of marriage is being with someone you’re “in love” with, don’t you dare get married. Your marriage will fail, I promise you.

“In love” is that romantic, bubbly feeling. That thing that makes you sigh when they walk into a room, but disappears when their acne breaks out, or they get constipated and need you to buy them an enema, or when they’re vomiting from the flu, or when you’re fighting with them about money or children.

“In love” is no reason to get married. It is fleeting. It comes and goes like the tide and sometimes you have to work hard to create that feeling.

“He/she is my best friend” is a good reason to get married. “I will never leave” being at the front of your mind during the most hellish debate you’ve ever had is a reason to get married. “I want to understand their point of view” when you feel like it’s impossible to understand each other in that moment is a good reason to get married.

Real love gets ugly sometimes. Real love is when two people see the ugly side of each other and they still want to work together and be better for each other.

Real love deals with sickness, poverty, and misery together. It doesn’t point the finger or whine to your friends about the romance being dead instead of getting up and reviving it your damn self.

Don’t you dare get married to someone while you’re “in love.” Get married after you survive a struggle together. Get married knowing it’s going to be harder than you ever imagined it would be. Get married knowing you want your children to be like your partner as much as they’re like you. Marry someone you can argue with the right way, the productive way, the “won’t shut you out” way, the “we’re gonna talk this out even if I need a minute to cool off” way.

Don’t marry someone just because you’re “in love.” In love is easy. Love is a challenge two people take on together for the rest of their lives; and if either one of you is half hearted about it don’t you dare get married. And if it fails don’t you dare use “I wasn’t in love with him/her anymore” as an excuse. If you can say that as your excuse you never really loved them anyway

why steve harrington is a great guy

* he actually helps Nancy study and when she refuses to sleep with him, he doesn’t force her or anything.

* he doesn’t throw a huge party to be more popular, he only invites the inner circle (and allows Barb to come even though she has nothing to do with him)

* when Barb cuts her hand (and Tommy mocks her) he simply shows her the way to the bathroom without teasing her.

* he turns around, so Nancy can put on some dry clothes.

* he tells his so-called friends on more than one occasion to behave (for ex. when Nancy asks them whether they saw Barb or not.)

* even though breaking Jonathan’s camera wasn’t his greatest move, I think he mostly did it out of protectiveness.

* he apologises for prioritising the consequences he’d have to face if his father found out, they were having a party and agrees that Barb’s disappearence is of greater importance.

* he offers to watch some random movie with tom cruise (his girlfriend’s biggest celebrity crush) so Nancy would feel better .

* later, because he was worried about her, he came by to check on her.

* “you’re both assholes, that’s my problem.” -> do I need to say more?

* even after having his heart (and probably his nose) broken, Steve still defends Nancy and says: “she isn’t miserable and she actually cares about people.”

* later on, he offers his help to the cinema, trying to reverse at least parts of his mistakes.

* he then shows up at the Byers’ house with the intention of apologising for a fight Jonathan started (well yea, Steve provoked him but still) clearing the air and making a fresh start.

* “I messed up.” -> he is able to accept his mistakes and tries to fix things.

* “What happened to your hand?” -> once again, although having his heart broken, he still cares about Nancy and her well-being.

* although assuming Nancy’s wound was Jonathan’s doing Steve wants to have a peaceful conversation with him.

* after being attacked by something Steve can’t quite understand and basically being forced out of the house by Nancy and Jonathan, he then, despite his fear, goes back for them, helping to defeat the demogorgon.

* he buys a new camera for Jonathan to make up for his mistakes (still not sure, if this is canon, so sorry)

* he accompanies Nancy on her dinner with Barb’s parents (they’ve done that for almost a year) although he doesn’t want to and should write an essay so he won’t fail the school year.

* he tries to console Nancy by suggesting to go to Tina’s party, hoping it would take her mind off things for a few hours.

* he repeatedly tries to prevent Nancy from drinking, telling her to stop and since verbal confrontation doesn’t work, he forcibly takes the cup away causing her “break-down”

* “Then tell me. That you love me.” -> After being called bullshit he still gives her a chance to convince him otherwise, but Nancy just says: “Seriously?”

* once again he shows up with a bunch of roses, trying to apologise (for what exactly?) blaming himself rather than the one he loves.

* after one year, he still has a bat full of nails in his car, because… uhm why wouldn’t he? Steve might need to protect anyone with it, right?

* he then helps Dustin for no real reason with Dart, before even knowing, what is going on.

* he ends up giving Dustin relationship and hair products advice, even though he’s never told anyone about the latter one before

* “She’s only gonna break your heart and you’re way too young for this shit.” -> he doesn’t want Dustin to get hurt or his heart broken

* he then once again, despite having a broken heart, calls Nancy “different” and “special”

* “What are you talking about, he ate Mews.” -> he actually remembers (although noone ever told him) the name of Dustin’s cat and when Max asks: “Who’s Mews?” Steve is like duuuh, that’s Dustin’s cat, dipshit.

* when realising, that Dart is sick of cow, he instantly steps out of the bus, being the bait, in order to protect his children and to kill the demogorgon. he then, faced with three demo-dogs, still manages to punch them a few times, before getting back to safety.

* he looks out for the party at any time, even when stepping into Hopper’s car he waits, until everyone else is safe, before he joins them.

* he later tries so hard to help solving the problem with the mind flayer, despite being not of much help -> “like the germans?”

* “It’s okay, Nance. It’s okay.” -> he knows, how strong her feelings for Jonathan are and he wants her to be true to that. also, he doesn’t stick with the kids to prove Nancy anything. and he doesn’t expect anything in return, not even an apology, which she’s never given him, not once. steve just wants her to be happy.

* “I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.” -> I don’t fully agree on the pretty shitty boyfriend part. he was, in my opinion, actually a pretty good one due to lots of reasons I listet here, I just think he wasn’t ready for this harsh reality, Nancy lives in. going to the movies and to halloween parties because you try to make your girlfriend, who fails to handle her best friend’s death, smile for a few hours doesn’t turn you into a shitty boyfriend who doesn’t care about your friend’s death. I feel like Steve just really didn’t know how to handle the situation any better way despite his best efforts.

* (I love this tiny detail) after putting the demo-dog into the fridge, Steve pats Dustin lovingly on the head.

* “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. no buts, I promised I would keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.” -> uhm yea. now he’s just being a mom.

* later, he faces Billy, who beats the crap out of Steve. and even after almost being flogged to death he still protects his children, going down the hole.

* “I’m leading the way” -> he wants to shield them from any possible threat, and later cuts Mike lose by bashing the vines around his leg.

* once again he helps all the kids crawling out of the hole, waiting for his turn.

* when all the demogorgons flee, Steve grabs Dustin, pulling him closely, so he won’t be overrun by demo-dogs. aaaw.

* even though, he doesn’t attend the snow ball, Steve drops Dustin off, telling him he looks great and he encourages him. he then waits, until Dustin has entered the building, watching him wander off and smiling like a proud mom.

Mistletoe (Various Drabbles)

A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;


McCree:

The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.

“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.

“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”

“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”

“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.

“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”

“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”

“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.

“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.

“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”

“Same here.” You giggled.

Soldier 76

You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.

“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”  

“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.  

Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.

“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.

“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.

“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.

“Merry Christmas soldier.”

“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.

Junkrat

“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.

“Yeah Jamison?”

“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.

“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”

“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”

“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.

“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.

“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.

“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.

“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”

“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”

“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”

“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Mercy

You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.

“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.

“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.

“Guilty as charge.”

“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”

“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.

Widowmaker

It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.

“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.

“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.

“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.

“Amélie…”

“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”

“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.

Reaper

Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.

It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.

“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.

“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.

You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.

Pharah

“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.

“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.

“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.

Hanzo

You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.

“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.

“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.

“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.

rickmorty fic rec list

hey! here it is! that fic rec list i said i was gonna do for 200 followers, and yet here i am…at 473 followers HAHAHAHA just a liiitle late there – seriously tho, thank you all! this is such a chill and supportive community~

just a couple notes on the list: i decided to narrow it down to 30, which made things more difficult than i expected(there’s just soo many good ones, guys!); i didn’t want to include more than two fics from a single writer; i included series, but only if the stories were interconnected; for a couple of the series that didn’t have overall summaries i just used the summary from the first fic in the series, and one fic didn’t have a description at all, so i ended up using the first sentence, since it seemed to fit; these are in completely random order.

some of these are obvious picks (basically classics), but hopefully you’ll find something new or interesting! i absolutely love every one of these! thank you to all the writers for being so amazing, and bringing me so much joy (and tears) with these fics!!

Whiskey And Water by firstbornking

cov·et

1. desire wrongfully, inordinately, or without due regard for the rights of others.
2. yearn to possess or have.

In which Rick and Morty get separated on the Citadel, Rick’s patience is tried and Morty suffers the consequences of his own poor judgement.

Just a Palmful of Elbow Grease by lemonsweet

Morty encounters some difficulties while attempting to smuggle some inter-dimensional contraband for his grandfather.

It occurrs to Rick that Morty is taking an awfully long time in the bathroom.

Honey And Vinegar by firstbornking

ma·nip·u·late

1. handle or control (a tool, mechanism, etc.), typically in a skillful manner.
2. control or influence (a person or situation) cleverly, unfairly, or unscrupulously.

In which Rick and Morty take another spin on the cycle of abuse, Rick is shameless and Morty is broken down one ‘I love you’ at a time.

When the Night is Long by Breadalby

Morty has nightmares and coping issues. Rick mocks and subsequently consoles him the only way he knows how.

It Cages a Demon by TripleX_Tyrant

When Rick captures a powerful being from a demonic dimension - a demon with the ability to devour thoughts - Morty’s consciousness is pulled into the demon’s cage. Rick must go in after him before Morty’s consciousness is completely consumed. But this isn’t what the inside of the cage should look like. And if Rick wants to save Morty, he’ll have to survive in a place where paths are unclear and monsters manifest.

Rick knew his own mind was complex. But he wasn’t ready for this.

Frick the Rick by mariachiMushroom

Rick realizes he and Morty are in a fanfic, and the only way to finish the story is to have sex.

Miami Rick and Morty by AndersAndrew and futagogo

That night, they’d narrowly escaped a mob of pissed-off mafiosos that Rick owed money.
Morty laid his head on the old man’s thigh as they drove, enjoying the quiet and the feel of Rick’s delicate fingers through his bleach-blond hair.

“With this much cash, the universe is our oyster, MoOURGHty!” Rick exclaimed.

“I just want to dance.”

Morty’s Are Only A Reflection Of Their Ricks by KallikRose

“This Morty has seen everything… but has yet to feel the warmth of a loving touch.”

Three eye Morty has been through hell. After his parents divorce, Summer running away and Rick dying of a heart attack, Morty takes Ricks portal gun and goes on the run. He becomes a hitman on an alien planet just to get by. But what happens when years later he’s offered a ton of money to kill a Rick that he eventually falls for?

The Citadel of Lost Children by futagogo


The origin story of The One True Morty.
 

Rick and Morty Get Real by JenKristo

Right before leaving for college, Morty confesses that he’s attracted to Rick, and Rick turns him down flat. Only, Rick can’t stop thinking about it. They both look for answers through interdimensional travel, alcohol and experimentation. Plus, with Morty returning home for Thanksgiving break, they’re going to have to face each other.

Slow Dancing on Hot Coals by rickandmortygetschwifty

Rick and Morty have a serious disagreement about the state of their relationship.

Fethishizing the Extraordinary by berlitzschen

In a panel, Justin Roiland said that Beth “fetishizes the extraordinary” and said something else to the effect that Beth wants Morty to be extraordinary like her father, and values it above anything else. This, coupled with wives commonly responding with tolerance and forgiveness when they find out their spouses molested their child, made me think Beth might not actually throw Rick out if she were to discover them.

So here’s a fic about all the fucked up shit that implies, undercutting an otherwise fairly senseless story about Rick and Morty’s relationship.

Death shall have no dominion by too_much_pressure_for_a_username

“You d-don’t have a clue w-what love is, Morty,” Rick tells him. “You’re not c-capable of loving anything b-besides yourself and, and your c-creepy little stuffed animals.”
There’s something about the way Rick says this, something hollow and dead that tells him Rick isn’t lying or trying to get back at him for lashing out. The wild anger has dissipated. And if Rick isn’t saying this because he’s mad at Morty…
…Then he’s saying it because he really believes it.

college morty by dadvans

Morty hasn’t seen Rick in three years. Rick needs Morty’s fingerprints. Rick always needs more than he asks for.

All Yours by a_side_of_sin

From day one, Rick had always been blindingly clear on the nature of their relationship.

Feel You In My Bones by E707

There would have been nothing unusual about the dreams at all, really, if Morty hadn’t woken after each and every one with a fierce and unrelenting erection.

life is sweeter when it’s wrapped in debauchery by gaily-daily

C-622 Morty runs through the wrong portal, and because the universe loves dramatic irony, he ends up in a college dorm room where Rick and Stanford are roommates. Unfortunately (or fortunately??) Rick takes a liking to him.

Morty’s Ricksicion by Dapperstiel and Pretty_Princess_Sheep

Overly intoxicated, Rick comes onto Morty, leaving the two at odds. Unknown to Morty, his decision on how to deal with Rick will drastically alter the future, creating two alternate realities, and two possible endings.

RickMorty TrashPile by trashfreak

Rick gets what he wants. Morty learns to like giving it to him.

a whole world in here by laskofresho

“I’m lonely, Rick,” he mumbled.

“It’s a pretty big, lonely existence out there, Morty.”

Another You by The-Clairvoyant-Rick

Morty shifted nervously, unable to meet the eyes of the man who looked so much like his grandfather, “W-what can I-I-I get for $85?” Morty pulled a wad of crumpled bills from his jeans, trembling from the adrenaline of what he was asking.

A tell-tale grin curved the blue haired man’s lips into a predatory smirk before he leaned down, smoothly pocketing the bills, his breath tickling the shell of Morty’s ear, “48 minutes of whatever the fuck you want.”

The Great Rick-xup by mariachiMushroom

During a routine “resource acquisition” mission, C-136 Rick gets his Morty switched with B-290 Rick’s Morty. The B-290 Rick and Morty just so happen to be in a sexual relationship. Hilarity ensues.

You Know Where To Find Me by The-Clairvoyant-Rick

As much of an asshole as Rick was, as manipulative and cruel and downright hurtful as the man could be, especially to him, Rick wasn’t a rapist, and he never had been. If Morty said stop, if he told Rick to stop touching him and to get off, he knew his grandpa would listen. He knew Rick would walk away from him. And that’s precisely why he’d never say it. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how badly Morty wanted to shove him away and tell Rick to fuck off, he couldn’t. Because if he did, the older man would listen, and that’d be the end.

Sticks and Stones by JenKristo

Evil Morty has experienced a lifetime of suffering under the hands of Ricks. But when he’s assigned to a pure and gentle ‘Doofus’ Rick, he begins to question his purpose in life.

Baby, I’m Yours by sinbiscuit

Morty discovers the power of language. Specifically, one little word.

The Universe’s Lullaby by ferretpaws

It’s the universe’s lullaby and he drowns in it.

Dazed and Rickfused by KousKousx

He had kissed Rick–he just had to fucking kiss him, out of whatever desperation that was suffocating him–and he was afraid things would never be the same.

Fads by KousKousx

Even with the divide, all Rick’s of differing opinions and decrees agreed on one thing: what a Rick did with his Morty was that Rick’s business, and that Rick’s business alone.

The Device by simplescribe

Rick stood swaying slightly in the doorway to Morty’s room, silhouetted by the hallway light behind him, a gaunt looming figure framed by the door. He blinked blearily, colours and shapes fuzzing and blending together, reaching a hand out to steady himself on the doorframe. His heart was thudding in his chest, and he reached instinctively for his flask even though he really didn’t need it. A quick shake revealed it was empty anyway. Of course it was.

Devour by cakeboobs

Rick and Morty AU - Dimension F-212 : Rick is a world-famous chef, owning his own exclusive restaurant and widely known for some of the best food in the galaxy. Morty is a young, talented, prodigy chef, making food that is so delectable it inspires powerful emotions in those who consume it. Rick takes Morty under his wing as his apprentice, and between crazy ingredient-hunting adventures, and long, hot days in the restaurant kitchen, Morty develops a crush on his selfish, chain-smoking, gorgeous chef grandfather.



BONUS(this one isn’t actually a rickmorty fic so it’s not cheating lol):

A little problem by 5bluetriangles

Morty has trouble with waking up in the middle of night needing to pee and not making it to the bathroom. Rick has a plan to help him that Morty was not expecting.

Neighbour AU

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and Laurent’s neighbours having a loud argument every weekend. Laurent does not pay an exorbitant amount of rent just so that he can be woken up at three in the morning every Saturday because Jokaste is angry at Damen again. It’s bad enough that he knows their names without having ever introduced himself.

And of course, the fights are always followed by even louder make-up sex, as if he needs a weekly reminder that he himself isn’t getting any.

Tonight, it seems, Damen has been locked out of his apartment.

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50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does: A List

1. He requests exactly four kisses before bed.

2. He drums on your shins while you rest your legs in his lap.

3. He calls your mom and dad by Mr. and Mrs., no matter how many times they’ve told him not to.

4. He says, “I should’ve gotten what you got.” every time you go out to eat and then demands half of your plate in trade for half of his.

5. He gets drunk and orders things like a pound of unrefined shea butter through one-click AmazonPrime.

6. He uses your body wash in the shower because, “’t smells nice. Like a field of daisies.”

7. He swerves in the car because he gets distracted by a dog on a walk or a baby in a stroller.

8. He says, “You too!” and giggles knowingly when the ticket-taker at the cinema says, “Enjoy your show!”

9. He pinches your bum whenever he walks by, just to hear you squeal.

10. He asks you to pronounce “aluminium” over and over again because you say it so weird and it makes him smile.

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William Shakespeare- the Bard of Avon, Legendary Wordsmith, was, in all probability, super queer. We’re going to look at the evidence, read some lovely poems, read some raunchy poems, and generally just talk Shakespeare.

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here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

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anonymous asked:

What about hatefuck!harry letting y/n cry on his chest and then afterwards she's all like "if you tell anyone about this i swear to gkd i won't suck you pff for two weeks" etc but harry's feeling things and is genuinely endeared and he kind of hates it and she's kind of kicking herself for being weak around him but he really does give a great cuddle and encouraging words. Maybe he does care about her.... ;)

YEET I ADDED A FEW MORE DETAILS BUT THIS IS GONNA BE LIT I PROMISE!! if u like it, please give me feedback here!!! it rly motivates me :-)

Jeff’s house is fucking huge.

Harry swears that one day, he’s going to wander off alone and never be able to find his way out. The place is composed of four stories, each packed with different rooms and winding halls, and Harry often fears that he’ll get lost in his simple search to have a wee. 

But right now, everyone who’s anyone in the music industry is milling about in the large hall at the heart of Jeff’s mansion (though the producer refuses to refer to the building as such). Harry’s not quite sure how he got roped into a conversation with Jeff’s parents, but he remains a perfect gentleman, shaking hands and kissing cheeks and chatting with little to no effort. He charms the pants off of Jeff’s mother, who’s already looking at him like he’s the one who hung the stars in the sky, and he’s not far from laying the same impression on her husband. The encounter has been a success, if you ask him.

But he can’t deny that every so often, his eyes flick past the couple as he scours the room for you. He’d seen you walk in, wearing a pretty red dress that flared out just underneath your chest and a pair of gold flats on your feet. Your hair had been twisted up into an elegant bun and pinned down with a gold butterfly clip to match your footwear. Harry’s positive that his heart nearly stopped beating once he caught sight of you.

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of memes and mood swings | jungkook

genre  ―   tons of fluff, slight smut & slight angst

pairing  ― photographer!jungkook x reader

word count  ― 4,108

synopsis   ― ❝ babies are born weighing 30kg, right? ❞ + turns out that 2017 wasn’t just a meme on twitter, especially a particular number of months made the year more eventful than you’d thought it’d be after your boyfriend promises you that he would pull out. or to make a long fucking story short: the wild ride that is your pregnancy.

warning ― a lot of meme mentions, a soft boyfriend!guk soon to be accompanied by a soft dad!guk 

author’s note  ―  ya okay i always wanted to write a pregnancy au and the mention of last years memes was just something that screams me, ya dig? it’s kind of short but expect a lot of drabbles to this since i let out a lot of months!! * I looked up the name meanings on four different pages and; Ahyoung/yeong means beautiful flower/petal/leaf & Gaeul means Autumn. Please tell if they’re wrong though!

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anonymous asked:

Number 58 with jimin 🙈

Here you go anon! Sorry for the late reply. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Member: Jimin

Prompt Request: “You look cute with a baby bump.”

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Imagine Summary: You are having a difficult time getting pregnant and you don’t want to keep Jimin waiting. You decide that it is best that the two of you break up because you can never give Jimin the life that he wants.

Word Count: 1.4k

You stared down the person staring at you in the mirror’s reflection. She looked completely unrecognizable to you

—-

“I think we should break up.”

I never thought that I would ever say those word to Jimin. Even with him sitting across from me on the couch, his eyes watering and his breath intake quickening, I still couldn’t believe I was really doing this.

I didn’t want to break up, but there was no way around it. We both wanted the same things but I couldn’t give him the thing he needed; a child.

The negative pregnancy test sat in the trash bin next to a broken soap dish I had thrown in frustration. After trying for the last seven months, I still couldn’t get pregnant. I knew how much Jimin wanted a baby. He would reassure me that it would happen at the right time but in my heart I knew that there would never be a right time. I couldn’t let him continue to have hope in our relationship when it would never work.

“Where is this coming from? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work through this.”

“We can’t work through this Jimin. I don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re always busy and you never have time for me. I can’t live always being second to your career.” I lied. Deep down I knew that if I ever asked, Jimin would give up anything to be with me, but not a child. I couldn’t do that to him.

Jimin scooted closer to me on the couch. His eyes were darting as he struggled not to cry. I however already had a few tears leaving a trail down my cheek. He held my hands to his chest.

“That’s not what this is about.”

I looked away. My expressions always gave away my deception.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, cupping my chin to face him.

“What is this really about?” he asked.

I roughly pushed the hand wiping my tears and stood up, walking away from him.

“You’re right, it isn’t about you being away. It’s about the pressure you put on me to get pregnant!”

I’m yelling, now. My forehead is flaming and my hand begins to tremble.

“Do you not want kids?” Jimin looked so hurt but he wouldn’t let me go unless I looked him in the eye and broke his heart.

“I don’t want your kids.”

It was painful to get those words out. As they left my lips and reached Jimin, and I saw the pain of my words reflected on his face, I felt a knife slide down my throat.

“I never knew you felt this way.” He said in a low voice.

He took in a deep breath.

“If children is something you don’t want then we can work it out. We don’t have to do this right now. You might change your mind in the future.”

“I will never change my mind Jimin. This is just the tipping point in our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore.”

“Y/N listen to me. I’ll try and take more time off work or maybe work harder so I don’t have to practice so late. I’ll talk to my managers about us taking more time off. I won’t even mention kids unless you initiate it or are ready to. Please just don’t leave me.”

I turned away from him and he got up to hug me from behind.

“Please, Y/N. I know we can get through this. I never meant to pressure you.”

I brushed him off, rougher this time.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant to or not; you did. I can’t be with someone who has to change for me. I don’t need you to wait for me to be ready for something I never will be. We’re done Jimin.”

I walked over to the front door, unlocked it and swung it open.

Jimin stays frozen in his spot.

“Leave Jimin.”

I walk over and grab his jacket from the couch and push him out the door. Tears are streaming rapidly down his cheeks.

Finally out of his daze, his eyes dart and he begins to panic, realizing that I’m serious.

“Y/N, don’t do this to us-”

I pick up his shoes, throw them at his feet, slamming the door in his face and cutting him off mid sentence.

It’s silent after that. I wait until his shadow disappears and the sound of his footsteps die down before I allow myself to curl up on the floor and cry.

It’s been two weeks since I broke up with Jimin and things have been far from good. My sister said I lost a lot of weight and I haven’t really been out of the house. Everything reminds me of him. The smell of coffee reminds me of the time he brought my entire work staff Starbucks because we were working late. Rain reminds me of the time we planned to go the amusement park but couldn’t because of a storm so we just built a fort in our living room and watched 80’s movies the entire day. Speaking of 80’s movies, I couldn’t even watch my favorite one because it reminded me of the time Jimin had a theatre privately screen it for us on our second anniversary.

Just thinking about him hurts because I start to remember the way he looked the last time I saw him, when I broke his heart.

I get a notification on my phone which draws me from my thoughts. It’s my period reminder. I’m six days late now.

At first I thought it was stress because of everything that happened with Jimin and not getting pregnant but now a plethora of “what ifs” cascade my mind.

I rush to the bathroom and rummage through my cupboard and look for the extra pregnancy test I bought about a month ago.

I take the test and five minutes later, I am greeted by a red plus sign on the white stick.

I hold my breath and back up into the bathroom wall. What have I done?

“Jimin..” I whisper.

—–

I trudge my way to the door of Bangtan’s dorm. My feet shake in my shoes and my hands fidget as I contemplate knocking on the door.

I’m terrified. Jimin probably hates me. I can’t blame him. I was cruel to him, kicking him out of the house with such hateful words.

I hope he’ll understand where I’m coming from. But at the same time, I feel like I don’t deserve him. I was willing to give up on us and now that things are the way I want them, I want him back. He deserves someone stronger than me.

I turn to walk away when the door swings open. It’s Jungkook.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” He says coldly.

He crosses arms over his chest. Usually Jungkook is always so kind to me. He’s probably the member I’m closest to. Was closest to.

“I need to talk to Jimin.”

“He doesn’t want to see you. You should go. Now.” His voice is authoritative even though I am two years his senior.

Taehyung appears in the doorway, and moves to stand next to Jungkook, creating a barrier between me and the dorm.

“Y/N, you have a lot of nerve showing up here.” Taehyung sneers.

“I-I j-just wanted to see J-jimin,’ I stutter.

“Who’s there?”

“Hyung it’s no one Jungkook says moving to block Jimin from seeing me.

Taehyung motions for me to leave, but I can’t. Jimin has to know I’m carrying his child.

“Jimin, it’s me.”

I glance at Taehyung and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

Jimin pushes past Jungkook to see me. He looks tired and worn out. I feel so guilty looking at him. He might have lost even more weight than I have.

“Y/N..” He breathes. For a split second I think he’s happy to see me, but then his expression shifts and his lips tighten.

“Hyung, you don’t have to talk to her.” Jungkook says, putting a hand on Jimin’s arm.

“Go inside.” Jimin says sternly, not taking his eyes off of me.

Taehyung and Jungkook obey and go back inside, closing the door behind them, leaving Jimin and I standing in an empty hallway.

“Why are you here?” Jimin says. His voice is low and distant.

I pull out a blue box I tied with a white ribbon and hold it out to him.

Jimin takes the box out of my hand and waves it around.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be? A present? Are you fucking stupid? You break up with me and then come back with a box and expect everything to be okay?”

“Jimin it’s not what you think it is-”

“Shut the fuck up Y/N. I’m over you. Like you said, we’re done.” At those last two words Jimin throws the box at my feet, the way I did with his shoes.

He moves to go back in the house so I quickly open the box and whip out the pregnancy test.

“I’m pregnant!”

Jimin stops in his tracks, his hand frozen on the door knob. He turns his head slowly to face me.

He stalks back over to me, and grabs the stick from my hand and examines it.

“I-I don’t understand. You said that-”

“I know. I checked that day and it said I wasn’t but I guess it was wrong or faulty. I only broke up with you so harshly so that you wouldn’t wait for me. I felt like I was holding you back from having what you really wanted and I love you so much and I never wanted you to have to give up something so important to you. I’m so sorry Jimin, I never wanted to hurt you. I understand if you never want to see me again–”

My rambled cry is cut off by Jimin’s lips. His hands hold my face to his as he movies his lips against mine. I feel our tears mix together when I melt into the kiss and throw my arms around him.

He pulls away after what feels like forever and holds me to his chest.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. Our silence is everything.

—FOUR MONTHS LATER

Jimin swings my hand in his as we walk around the elaborate children’s shop.

“This elephant is cute. It’ll match the animal theme we have going on.” Jimin says but I’m miles away from this conversation.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror. More specifically I’m staring at my protruding stomach.

Jimin catches me and puts his arms around me from behind. He hums into my neck.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“About all the clothes I won’t be able to fit into.” I sigh.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“That you look cute with a baby bump.”

——- A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this send us a request or use our prompt list here: https://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156337883189/prompt-list-requests

~Armygirl

Jack Maynard Imagine - Parents know best

You opened your eyes, taking a few minutes to let them adjust to the sunlight. Lately, falling asleep while on car rides had become a common thing for you. You looked right to see Jack with his eyes fixed on the road, oblivious to the fact that you had woken up.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes before feeling a hand on your leg “Slept well?” he asked, as he looked briefly at you before giving you a small smile.

“Not bad” you said, looking at the GPS and seeing that you were twenty minutes away from Brighton.

Your best friend Jack had convinced - dragged - you to go to Brighton with him for the weekend. All your other close friends in London were back in their hometowns visiting their families, so you had nothing better to do. You weren’t in the mood to spend a whole weekend at home by yourself, anyway.

You had met Jack’s sister, Anna, before. A few months ago, she had stayed at Jack and Conor’s new apartment for the weekend, and the two of you immediately clicked. She reminded you so much of Jack, it was unreal. His parents, however, were a mystery to you. Conor couldn’t go with you, so at least you hoped Anna wasn’t away at a friend’s house or something: spending the weekend with Jack and his parents would just be too awkward.

But you thought you didn’t have reasons to be nervous about it. You weren’t Jack’s girlfriend, and you didn’t need to pass any kind of test to get his parents’ approval. Yet, it seemed to you as if you were slowly driving to death.

“Is Anna at home?” you eventually asked Jack, who was taking a sip of his fizzy drink.

“Yeah, I believe so” he answered “Why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “Just wanted to see her” you said, which wasn’t exactly a total lie. At least you knew there would be five of you.

Eventually, you pulled into Jack’s parents’ driveway, and you took a long while to admire the outside of his house. It reminded you so much of your own, you kind of wished your parents hadn’t booked that last-minute trip to Spain so you could visit them instead. However, when a young girl exited the house and walked towards your car, a bright smile on her face, your homesickness went away rather quickly.

“Y/N!” she called you as you opened the door to give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around your torso as you rested your chin on her head, a sudden smell of freshly washed hair hitting your nose.

“How are you, girl?” you asked her, mimicking the contagious smile on her face.

“I have so many things to tell you” she said excitedly, and you gave her that look girls gave each other when a juicy topic was about to come up. She nodded, as if she had read your mind, and you laughed.

“Hello Jack, my beloved and ridiculously hot brother, it’s nice to see you too” Jack said, imitating Anna’s voice, as he walked towards you with two bags on his hands.

Anna laughed and went to give her brother a hug “I’ve missed you as well, dickhead” the girl said. Jack rolled his eyes, but kissed the top of her head afterwards. You took your bag from his hands and walked into the Maynard household.

His parents turned out to be more than delighted with your presence. They confessed having watched your YouTube videos, and having burst out laughing more than once. The feeling of awkwardness you thought you’d have earlier, vanished as soon as they both pulled you into a hug.

Jack turned out to be the embarrassed one. As soon as you went upstairs to Anna’s bedroom for a quick catch-up, both of his parents had gone up to him, a suspicious smile on their faces.

“What?” Jack chuckled as he looked up at them from the sofa, his cat purring as he stroked her side.

“We really like Y/N” his mum said, taking a seat next to him. He already knew something was up. He gave them a look “I mean, we already liked her when we saw her on your videos, but she’s even nicer in person”

“Yeah…” Jack said, suspiciously. He let out another nervous laugh “Where are you going with his?” The silly smile on his face couldn’t go away. Whenever someone talked about you, his features immediately softened, and his lips curved up in a not so subtle smile.

“We are just saying” his dad spoke, his hands inside his pockets. Jack could tell he was nervous, because Conor did the exact same thing when something was on his mind “That she’s a really good influence for you. She seems sweet and down-to-eart, that’s all”

The cat jumped off the sofa, making Jack cross his arms “I’m…I’m glad you like her” Jack felt uncomfortable. Although you weren’t his girlfriend, you were the first girl Jack had ever brought home, friends and all. His parents were rather surprised when they saw you two got along so well, remaining just friends up to that day. Because for them, it was so obvious that their little boy had more than friendly feelings towards you, and they were surprised he hadn’t made a move yet.

“We do” his mum said, nodding happily “So, does she have a boyfriend or something?” she asked, trying to sound cool and casual, but she failed.

“Mum, I know where you’re going” Jack said, not being able to supress a laugh “Just drop it”

She gave her husband a knowing look. He nodded “Jack” he said “It’s fine if you like her, buddy. Your mum and I started off as good friends as well, it’s okay to admit it”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly “I’m going for a walk” he said, ready to leave, when his dad grabbed his arm “Buddy” his voice was friendly, yet firm. Jack stopped on his tracks.

He didn’t want to talk about it with his parents. Y/N was the first girl he had ever fallen for, and he was scared. He was sure that if he kept telling himself that he didn’t lilke her like that, his feelings would go away. But love didn’t work like that.

He turned his head to look at his parents, and after a long silence, he spoke again “I’m afraid I’d hurt her if I tell her” it came out as rather a whisper, but  his parents heard him perfectly.

His mum immediately pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back “Don’t be silly, Jack, please” she said, feeling the sadness on her son’s voice “Don’t you see how happy you make her?”

“I make her happy as a friend” Jack kept his voice low in case Anna and you decided to come downstairs “I’ve never had a girlfriend, I’m not good with feelings, I-”

“But there must be a reason why you like this girl so much, more than any other” his dad interrupted him. 

At that moment, Jack didn’t stop to think. He poured his feelings right there, in front of his parents, in a way he thought he’d never be able to do “I love how she’s so laid-back and crazy, yet she knows when to be serious” he blurted out “She’s also really funny, there has not been a day she hasn’t made me laugh. She’s sensible, and she takes care of me when I’m sick, which happens like, every day” he chuckled. His eyes were fixed on the floor “I don’t know, I just think I don’t deserve her, like, I’d just break her heart because I’m a fucking idiot”

“You don’t sound like an idiot when you talk about her” his mum said, grabbing his hand “Jack, the fact that you’ve never cared about a girl enough to stick with her doesn’t mean you’ll never be able to do it”

“In fact, you’ve done it already” his father added.

“Do you really think you’d hurt her?” his mum asked him “Because Conor told me not long ago that you almost got into a fist fight with a random guy at a club because he was all over her” 

Jack frowned “He told you?”

“It doesn’t matter, baby” his mum said, shaking her head “What matters is you look after her, and that’s no behaviour for someone who’d only hurt her if he’s with her”

Jack stayed silent for a moment, then nodded his head. His eyes were fixed on the floor again, too embarrassed by the topic to look at his parents “I like taking care of her” he said, almost whispering “And I’ve never felt that before for anyone”

His dad went up to him and clapped his back. There was no denying Jack was growing up, and his parents were glad it was because of such a lovely, kind-hearted girl “Why don’t you take her out for dinner tonight?” he suggested.

Suddenly, Anna and you irrumpted into the room, stopping abruptly at the sight of Jack with his parents “Did we interrupt something?” Anna asked, as she wasn’t used to see her brother looking so puppy-like. Soft eyes were uncommon for Jack, or so she thought.

“No, it’s fine, sweetheart” her mum said, smiling brightly at both of you “We were just catching up”

“We were as well” Anna said, turning her head to look at you. She winked “I was just about to ask Y/N when she was marrying Jack” she joked, making you blush.

“Anna, don’t be rude” her dad said, but he couldn’t deny he was amused by the situation. 

“It’s not like we were gonna invite you anyway” Jack spoke, putting an arm casually around your shoulders. He was back to his own sassy self again. Anna stuck her tongue at her brother before following her parents’ track to the kitchen area.

You then felt Jack’s lips pressed against the side of your head, a huge comfort speading inside your body. You loved when he did that “Wanna go out for dinner tonight?” he asked you, catching you off-guard “Just you and me”

You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your lips “Sounds great”

Anna entered the living room again, coughing as she walked past you “Wedding” she said after fakingly clearing her voice. Jack extended an arm to push her, and she ran away, laughing uncontrollably. 

“You’re not allowed to be the godmother to our children either” 

“And they’ll be bloody gorgeous” you added, making Jack push you  playfully as well. 

“They’ll just be weird if you’re their mum” Jack joked.

“You’ll love them anyways” you teased back.

“I love anything that has to do with you” he said, pulling you in for a hug.

“You’re stupid” you said, your head resting on his pounding chest.

“Shut up, Mrs. Maynard”

“What makes you think I’m taking your last name?”

“You love me way too much?” you hit him again. He grabbed your hands and put them around his neck. He planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose

You smiled softly, still not used to all the things that boy made you feel “Maybe I do”

First Born Child (Drabble)

A/N: I just needed an excuse to write fluff so here you go. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated!


Summary: George and the reader have an impromptu discussion about their future.


Pairing: George Weasley x reader


Word Count: 615

Originally posted by outofmindsayo

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?” George asked as he tried to get a particularly difficult stain off the window.

You huffed, throwing your dusting cloth on the floor and sitting down next to it. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.” You replied, causing George to turn to you with a grin on his face.

After a prank gone disastrously wrong, George and Fred had pleaded with you to lie and cover their asses, something that you had, regretfully, agreed to. Even after being friends with them for seven years, dating the younger twin for four, and getting into trouble countless times, you still helped them escape more severe punishments. Why? Because your boyfriend had gut-wrenching puppy eyes. Except this time, your lie was a bit too far-fetched, and it landed you and George in detention.

“You owe me at least 20 Galleons, a vial of your blood, and your first born child.” You continued, staring at George as he sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you sideways into his lap.

His grin softened to a small smile. “How can I owe you your own child?”

Your heart quickened at the implication of his statement. You loved George, and you knew he loved you, but you had never talked about the future before. Him and his twin had always been ‘live in the moment’ type of guys, so the hint towards a future that involved children was a huge deal. And it made your heart swell.

George must have sensed the overwhelming impact of his words, as he pulled you closer to his body.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” He whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You bit your lip to suppress your smile but failed miserably. Reaching a hand up, you ran it through his hair, making his eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t know. At least one of each.” George still had a smile on his lips, leaning into your hand and shifting you so you were straddling him.

“I wanna have a lot of kids,” he said, tone playful, trying to lighten the situation. “How about seven? We’ll make a Quidditch team!”

You slapped him lightly on the arm, expression of mock mortification on your face. “I am not giving birth to seven children!”

Both of you diffused into laughter after that, your hands on his shoulders while his held you steady by the waist. Calming down, you looked into his eyes and pulled him closer, closing the gap for a much wanted kiss. He hummed against your mouth, grip on your waist tightening.

“I want to do everything with you,” he mumbled, hands shifting to wrap his arms around your waist, bodies pressing together. You smiled against his lips, not breaking contact, only kissing him harder to let him know you felt the same. You didn’t have to tell him how much he meant to you; he already knew. Your heart soared at the thought of settling down with George, getting married and having kids. Thinking about it now, it seemed much more plausible.

A cough made you two break away and look towards the source of the noise. Filch was standing in the doorway of the classroom, looking annoyed and slightly awkward.

“Get back to work, both of you!” He spat out before rushing off. You looked back at George who was shaking his head.

“That slimy git needs some love in his life.” He stated, making you giggle and stand up. You pulled him up and gave him another kiss and a wink. “We’ll continue this after detention, yeah?”


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endless list of things I love about In A Crowd of Thousands
  • how Dmitry thinks that the answer to nightmares is “here, let me tell you all about how I fell in love with you in 5 seconds when we were children” A+ 10/10 would recommend in the middle of the night
  • How To Flirt 101: The Song
  • (“I bowed to someone once” dude my dude my guy ur whipped)
  • how often does he think about that day “now and then” is that every day, every week, every month WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS DIMA
  • only has compliments for bby!Nastya like, wanna rethink the fact that he never compliments you, Anya? the boy thinks you’re the sun
  • YEARNING! SO MUCH YEARNING!!!!
  • WITH THE SUN IN HIS EYES BECAUSE SHE’S ALWAYS BLINDED HIM THAT SHIT IS ROMANTIC AS FUCK
  • the image of a tiny, skinny, dirty Dmitry dodging between the guards just to reach the crown duchess is too adorable for words okay
  • “make it part of your story” even if legit nobody else would remember that moment or use it as a valid argument that she’s Anastasia nah homeboy just wants to be part of her life no matter what NOT KIDDING ANYONE DIMA JFC
  • his little “go on” hand motion to make her do what he wants
  • the obvious smile in Anya’s voice when she decides to play along
  • “…a parade?” “A PARADE!!!”
  • Dmitry’s hand gestures when he confirms basically everything she says tbh
  • HIS SMUG HEAD TILT WHEN SHE MENTIONS THE BOY FOR THE FIRST TIME, I CAN’T EVEN
  • his little fake offended “hey” when she says he was a dirty boy, too good for this world, too pure
  • she wasn’t meant to smile because she’s the duchess and needs to look regal but she smiled anyway
  • despite being the emperor’s daughter she had no problem sharing A Moment TM with a little commoner, aka she was never all high and mighty and she’ll never really be the grand duchess
  • the way the song goes faster and faster when Anya starts actually remembering instead of copying his story
  • Christie having tears in her eyes every time she sings her part
  • THE REALISATION THAT THEY ACTUALLY SHARE A CHILDHOOD MEMORY
  • also the idea that The Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanova would remember that one orphan boy she saw in passing when she was eight, I can’t hear you over the sound of SOULMATES
  • the way they grab each other’s arms and refuse to let go
  • Dmitry fiNALLY LETTING GO WHEN HE REALISES SHE’S REALLY ANASTASIA AND UNDERSTANDS WHAT IT MEANS AND HOW FUCKED HE IS BECAUSE HE’LL NEVER GET THE GIRL
  • (she’ll break your heart, Dmitry)
  • the pause before “your highness”
  • how tense his voice is, you can hear the heartbreak
  • the fact that she’s still the only person he’s ever bowed to in his life
  • the very official bow with the two closed fists and everything
  • the obvious shift in 1) their relationship and 2) Anya’s relationship to her own identity, only one day before she finds her Nana again, I can’t
  • (honorary mention for the tank top and Derek’s arms because jesus fuck)

anonymous asked:

Uhm... I-I have a plot bunny for you. Kakashi and Obito where Obito is a water creature of some sort, like a selkie or a siren, and he meets Kakashi when they're both really young. Kakashi has a new best friend, but Sakumo (who knows all about fairies and their tricks, after the naga prince Orochimaru disappeared and broke his heart) is concerned. So, he asks to meet Obito, and is surprised that instead of a tricky fae he's just been tackled into the sand by a hyper child of the sea.

I TOTALLY MEANT THIS TO BE LIKE 600 WORDS WTF. OOPS??


Sakumo is just a little worried, that’s all.

He stands on the porch overlooking the crooked path down to the sea, twisting the chain of the pendant he normally wears around his fingers. It’s a bad habit, and he always thinks he might be loosening the setting, twisting the metal out of shape. Thinks of one day reaching down to touch it and finding the ruby gone, lost forever along the paths he walks. His heart clenches just imagining it, this last gift gone and never to return, just like the sly, beautiful, cunning prince who once pressed it into his hands.

That’s the reason he’s fretting over Kakashi, really. He’s seen the signs—bits of coral, sea glass from far shores, shells that can only be found in the deepest places, pearls larger and brighter than any that land-dwellers can reach without dying in the process. He’s found bits of seaweed in Kakashi’s hair, swept the sand from his room in the mornings when he knows it had been clean the night before. Watched the way he eyes the ocean as it breaks, with something very much like longing.

Sakumo’s sword rests on the chair behind him, cleaned and polished to a mirror shine. He hasn’t carried it with any regularity since Kakashi was born, but he keeps it in repair. There are too many dangers not to, and sometimes he can earn a few coins guarding a traveler on their way. It’s not something he wants to use now, in any way, but if Kakashi’s safety is on the line, he won’t allow himself to do anything less.

He thinks of Orochimaru, of waking one morning to an empty bed and an empty home. It’s impossible to regret any choices that gave him Kakashi, no matter how he still mourns both his wife, a dear friend if nothing else, and the naga prince who stole his heart, but—

But he wants to save Kakashi the grief that he’s felt all these years, of adoring a fey creature with a mind half-full of magic and too many dreams that leave no room for more human kinds of love.

Kakashi is stubborn, smart. He won’t listen to Sakumo, not at first, but Sakumo has to try.

He hears footsteps in the dirt of the path and drags his eyes up from the ruby in his fist. Kakashi a coming, steps light, a smile on his face and a string of fish dangling over one shoulder. They’re not fish that swim anywhere near these shores, but Sakumo smiles regardless, waves to his son, and allows himself to enjoy the way Kakashi lights up a little when he sees him.

“Kakashi,” he says warmly, leaning down to offer a hand up onto the porch, since Kakashi rarely deigns to approach from the front and use the stairs. “Did you have a good day?”

“It was decent,” Kakashi says decisively. There’s a flower tucked behind his ear, one the grows near the mouth of the river that empties into the sea. It’s a fair distance from the house, and worry twinges at Sakumo’s chest again. Too far for him to hear a call for help, should it come.

When he manages to wrestle the feeling under control, Kakashi is watching, dark eyes faintly narrowed. “Are you okay, Dad?” he asks, tipping his head. “You look like a constipated frog.”

There’s nothing in the world better for the ego, Sakumo thinks wryly, than having children. “I’m fine, cub. Just—wondering if you’ll ever introduce my to your new friend.”

Kakashi blinks, but doesn’t bother asking how he knows. For a brief second, he glances down at the ruby pendant Sakumo is holding, then away, and says with perfect disinterest, “If I’d known you wanted to meet an idiot like him, I would have introduced you weeks ago.”

An idiot? Sakumo raises a brow, but doesn’t try to argue; this is already more of a concession than he expected, honestly. “Well, maybe I was waiting for you to bring him up,” he says mildly, tries to inject it with the crushing parental disapproval via sigh that his own mother always used to devastating effect, and apparently doesn’t do too badly given the way Kakashi winces.

“It wasn’t a secret,” his son tells him witheringly. “And besides, I don’t have to tell you everything.”

Sometimes, Sakumo is absolutely, entirely certain that he won’t survive Kakashi’s teenage years. If he’s already like this at seven, there’s no hope left at all.

“No,” he agrees, and keeps his tone light. “Of course you don’t. But I like knowing about what makes you happy, Kakashi.”

There’s a long pause as Kakashi stares at him, evaluating his sincerity. Then he nods once, decisively, and says, “He should still be near the beach, because he’s a loser who never gets anywhere on time. You can meet him now.” He hurries inside, leaving the door swinging, to lay the fish on the counter, and Sakumo takes the opportunity to belt his sword around his waist and clasp his pendant back around his neck. Kakashi will notice it—Kakashi notices everything, much to his chagrin—but he probably won’t say anything.

Then the rapid footsteps are back, and Kakashi takes a flying leap off the porch to land in the sun-gold grass. “Come on, Dad,” he says impatiently, looking like he’s going to dart back and start tugging at Sakumo’s belt the way he did when he was younger. “Before he leaves!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Sakumo protests, stepping down and following Kakashi’s path as he hurries back down the hill. Ignoring the track, Kakashi takes the shortcut across the stream, then down the steepest part of the incline, and hits the dune well ahead of Sakumo, who isn’t quite reduced to running just yet. He watches his son disappear around the edges of the dune, and when he rounds it Kakashi is already halfway to the water, though he’s finally walking again.

“Idiot!” Kakashi calls, pitched to annoy, impatient as anything, and Sakumo strangles a groan. The very least Kakashi could do not to get killed by a magical creature would be refraining from insulting it, so of course throwing around insults is the very first thing Kakashi does. It’s probably how he introduced himself, knowing him.

“I’m not an idiot, you jerk!” a voice shouts back. Young, Sakumo thinks with some surprise as he scans the water. There’s a flash of iridescent scales among the waves, and the next time one breaks it leaves a shape behind. A long, looping tail, dark blue with a sheen of orange-gold scattered throughout, flared, feathery fins streaked with the same colors, pale skin, dark hair chopped short. A siren boy, just pulling himself up on the sand, and the soldier in Sakumo is assessing, calculating, weighing the risk of a child who clearly hasn’t even managed to change forms yet.

The rest of Sakumo wonders what a siren boy, so young and without mastery of his own power, is doing alone on the surface, far, far away from any siren chorales.

Then he turns, pushing himself up to sit as he twists to face Kakashi, and Sakumo’s eyes track over the deep scars all up and down his right side. Cold certainty sets into his bones, and he releases the hilt of his sword as if it’s burned him. Sirens are vain to a fault, and scarred chorale members are usually driven out.

Gods, but how long has this boy been alone, cast out and thinking himself unwanted?

Kakashi and the siren are still bickering when Sakumo makes his way over to them, and it sounds angry and cutting and irritated, but Sakumo knows his son better than that. Kakashi looks fond, and even if Sakumo doesn’t know the other boy, he’s fairly sure that light in his eyes is the very furthest thing from hate.

“—wouldn’t have bothered,” Kakashi is just huffing when Sakumo nears. “But my dad wanted to meet you, and he’s the only reason I—”

“Your dad?” the siren interrupts, and his dark eyes are wide with excitement, clearly not taking any of Kakashi’s bluster to heart. “He wanted to meet me?”

“Of course I did,” Sakumo says lightly, and smiles as both boys jerk around to look at him.

“So slow,” Kakashi complains, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dad this is Obito. He’s an idiot, so don’t listen to anything he says.”

Sakumo rolls his eyes, just a little, but crouches down so that Obito won’t have to crane his neck looking up at him. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says warmly, watching those black eyes widen, and gods, the boy is adorable. Especially for a flesh-eating, sailor-drowning monster of the depths, but, well. No one’s perfect, and if Obito hasn’t drowned Kakashi yet the world at large is probably safe. On instinct, he reaches out, ruffling wet hair a little, and offers, “Would you like me to carry you up the hill so you can eat dinner with us? Those fish—you must be the one who caught them, right?”

Without warning, Sakumo’s arms are suddenly full of wet skin and slick scales as a baby siren wraps his arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. Sakumo overbalances, too startled to make a sound, but Obito doesn’t let go; if anything he clings tighter, and says in a tone that’s close to desperate, “Thank you! Yes! Yes, I really, really want to!”

Sakumo chuckles, picking himself up out of the sand. “Of course. The least I could do for someone who caught us such a fine dinner,” he says lightly. He gets an arm around Obito’s back, the other underneath the glittering tail, and hefts him up.

The fin still curls on the ground, and he hesitates, not wanting to drag it through the prickly grass, but before he can say anything Kakashi heaves a disgusted sigh and stalks over, hefting the feathery end up in his arms. “Can we just get this over with?” he demands, though Sakumo can see his cheeks are a little flushed.

“Bakashi,” Obito complains, flicking his tail slightly, and Kakashi makes a deeply offended noise as it slaps him in the face.

Sakumo hides a grin. That’s certainly not how he and Orochimaru interacted. And…maybe it’s selfish of him, but he’s a little glad Obito doesn’t have a chorale to go back to, that he’s alone. Maybe he won’t disappear on Kakashi just when he thinks their happiness is assured.

Before he can ask how in the world they met, small fingers are at his throat, touching the ruby there lightly. There’s a soft sound of wonder, and Obito looks up at him, expression startled. “This is the same necklace the trapped prince is wearing,” he says. “How does a human have it?”

Sakumo would swear his heart entirely stops beating.

Trapped?” he croaks when he can finally manage to draw even a partial breath again.

Obito tips his head, like the question confuses him. “Yeah. He’s been sleeping at the bottom of the forest river since before I was born. My selkie friend says her mom told her there was a battle with the sea witch Danzō, and an earth goddess and holy monk helped the prince but even though they defeated Danzō he trapped them in the forest.”

Nine years. Nine years Orochimaru has been trapped and sleeping and waiting to be rescued, so close at hand, but—Sakumo hadn’t known.

He looks towards the forest, a dark shadow on the horizon, and takes a breath.

Well. It looks like his sword is going to see a bit of use after all.

✰ * º ❛   that 70′s show sentence starters   ❜

‘  you know what your problem is? i’m too good looking.  ’
‘  god, what did you have for breakfast this morning? carnation instant bitch?  ’
‘  oh, is this what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna fight?  ’
‘  because you’re breaking up the band, yoko!  ’
‘  an apple? where’s my candy, you son of a bitch.  ’
‘  she told me she loves me and then i told her i loved cake…  ’
‘  how’d you’d like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass?  ’
‘  look, if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would.  ’
‘  you know he never liked phones. he said he could hear voices in ‘em.  ’
‘  when my time comes, i wanna be buried facedown so that anyone who doesn’t like me can kiss my ass.  ’
‘  you know what your problem is? you’re really cute… so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole.  ’
‘  god, we are such the… perfect couple?  ’
‘  you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather!  ’
‘  the gym, or as i like to call it, the institute of things i can’t do.  ’
‘  well, i’d like to help but… not as much as i’d like not to.  ’
‘  don’t put me in your fantasies. i don’t even like being in your real life.  ’
‘  i don’t like people. i like rock n’ roll, sex, and pizza – in that order.  ’
‘  i’m not loving anybody that i’m not legally required to.  ’
‘  and if somebody doesn’t tell me i’m cute in the next five minutes, i’m gonna scream!  ’
‘  don’t hate me because i’m beautiful.  ’
‘  i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you.  ’
‘  i’m going to go out, meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one.  ’
‘  where zen ends, ass kicking begins.  ’
‘  you guys are fighting like cats and whores.  ’
‘  cake is good, but you cannot have sex with cake.  ’
‘  well, my head says no, but my heart says no.  ’
‘  the three true branches of the government are military, corporate, and hollywood.  ’
‘  hey man, if you don’t get caught, everything’s legal.  ’
‘  yeah, but god didn’t see that. i was in my van, and he can’t see through lead.  ’
‘  college is for ugly girls who can’t get modeling contracts.  ’
‘  college is for women who don’t want to marry the first idiot they meet and squeeze out his bastard moron children.  ’
‘  i was never happy. i was just less pissed off.  ’
‘  sometimes when i’m alone, i just love to cuddle.  ’
‘  i have a definite opinion on this… i don’t care.  ’
‘  when he’s unhappy, i know our relationship is in good shape.  ’
‘  all right, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs put their foot in your ass.  ’
‘  that’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.  ’
‘  we have some breaking news: i’m toasted.  ’
‘  but i don’t want to go outside. there are people out there.  ’
‘  oh, please. i’m a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son of a bitch.  ’
‘  no, i’m not pouting. that would upset our routine. god knows i wouldn’t want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything.  ’
‘  i’ve just decided being sad is a waste of my time.  ’
‘  he called me ugly on the inside and the outside. i’m sorry, but he’s just wrong about the outside part.  ’
‘  i don’t really cook much. i just plan on getting by on my looks.  ’
‘  no, no, no, you just don’t move on from me. i’m like alcohol. you need a twelve-step program to break my smell.  ’
‘  you know, being here under the stars, sitting on the grass makes me really glad i’m not poor.  ’
‘  the person i love the most is me!  ’
‘  i was voted most popular, best legs, and now godmother? what can’t i do?  ’
‘  why am i alone and all of you less attractive people are happy?  ’
‘  it’s better to have loved and loss than to be butt ugly.  ’
‘  okay, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: everyone loves me.  ’
‘  why get out of bed when you can read about people who got out of bed?  ’
‘  i got a lot of free time. i mainly use it to nap and cry.  ’
‘  i’ll just curl up in the fetal position and think about pancakes.  ’
‘  have you been in bed all day?  ’
‘  last night i only slept like… nine hours.  ’
‘  i pity you because you’re dumb.  ’
‘  responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.  ’
‘  they want to kill rock n’ roll because they know it makes us horny, man.  ’
‘  i would love car sex… or just sex… or just a car.  ’
‘  no, i don’t feel bad. i don’t feel anything.  ’
‘  man, think about it. we hold information that could crush the very heart and soul of one of our best friends… i live for days like this!  ’
‘  it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die.  ’
‘  talking isn’t gonna help me, okay? what’s gonna help me is, like, drinking.  ’
‘  hey, yeah, that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard!  ’
‘  i wish i was an octopus.  ’
‘  thanks, but i’ve gotta go to sleep because i have a big day of misery ahead of me.  ’
‘  life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you.  ’
‘  well, for your information, i’m already sorry i was ever born.  ’
‘  i don’t have a hickey. i was using a curling iron.  ’
‘  give me a reason why i shouldn’t set you on fire.  ’
‘  i’m a hottie, you’re a nottie.  ’
‘  prison is not an option for me, okay? i can’t pee in front of other people.  ’
‘  man, time really flies when you take two naps a day.  ’
‘  oh, no. now i have to act normal.  ’
‘  oh, i just remembered i can’t loan it to you on account of i hate you.  ’
‘  i’ve been diagnosed with a disease that makes me irresistible to women.  ’
‘  you know what the best thing god ever did was? boobs.  ’
‘  i’m like ketchup. i go good on everything!  ’
‘  when we were about to fool around and i said that i washed my hands, but i really just got done playing with like six dogs.  ’
‘  there’s a rabbit stuck in a tree and i want to return that rabbit to the wild so it can lay its eggs.  ’
‘  if this is about maturity then i want nothing to do with it.  ’
‘  a wedding without a trampoline? that’s crazy talk.  ’
‘  i don’t wanna blink ‘cause i’m afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness.  ’
‘  you seem normal around your family, but out in the real world, you’re kinda nuts.  ’
‘  i could get arrested. i could go to girl prison. this freakin’ rocks!  ’
‘  my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides, but i can’t because they’re both idiots.  ’
‘  why would sally sell seashells down by the seashore? i mean, that’s a terrible location for a seashell stand.  ’
‘  i’m not strong, but i know a lot of ways to destroy men emotionally.  ’
‘  i don’t have feelings for him. i just hate that bitch for making him happy.  ’
‘  i’m not jealous, i just want to pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly around the room.  ’
‘  hello, it is me, the object of your desire.  ’
‘  i’m a beautiful girl with a shrill, demanding voice. i’m pretty hard to ignore.  ’
‘  a gold digger is what these idiots call a woman who knows that love eventually wears off, but money is forever.  ’
‘  you see, a more productive use of my time is revenge.  ’
‘  i cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth.  ’
‘  i don’t answer stupid questions.  ’

having children with m’baku

pairing: m’baku x wife!reader

warning: none

author’s note: i need this man to have my kids

during pregnancy

  • no joke, m’baku would believe that you are the most beautiful you have ever been whilst you’re pregnant
  • he would worship the ground you walk on
  • but most of the times you wouldn’t be walking because he’d carry you around to avoid pain
  • he can’t help but compliment you on every single thing you do
  • “wow, i’m so proud to say that my woman is carrying my children.”
  • might be a little meany to people around you who don’t comply to something you want even though you tell him that it’s no big deal
  • always has his hand on you back as physical support but also as a way to show you that he will never leave your side
  • sometimes you two would lie in bed together and have conversations about what your children will be like
  • “i hate to break it to you but they will be blessed with my genes.”
  • constant rubbing on your tummy
  • he’d also talk to your stomach as if your child would respond to him
  • m’baku has never felt so dedicated to anything in his life. 

after the pregnancy

  • let’s get this straight
  • you two would have a whole tribe of your own (5-6 kids if he’s lucky)
  • he would always skip council meetings to stay at home a play with his tiny little warriors
  • m’baku would not even know how to put into words how grateful his is for you
  • thanking you and Haruman for his children would be an everyday thing
  • “they wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
  • “loving you was one of the best decisions i’ve ever made.” 
  • “they look like you and they couldn’t be more gorgeous.”
  • he’d tear up at the fact that he finally has everything he has ever wanted out of life
  • you two would have most likely named your children after your ancestors
  • his army would be just like him
  • they’d have his soft brown eyes
  • more meat on their bones
  • same boisterous behavior
  • loud, attractive laugh
  • CHUBBY CHEEKS 
  • BEAUTIFUL SMILES THAT REACH THEIR EYES
  • nice dark skin
  • everyone in the jabari tribe would treat them as their own
  • t’challa and nakia would be assigned as your children’s Godparents
  • having to repeatedly by a bigger bed every time you pop a new one out because your husband wants them to sleep in the same bed as him
  • enrolling your children in dancing classes and m’baku showing off his mad skills he has learned in all the years of living in the mountains
  • his kids would always surround him
  • three of them would try to squeeze and sit in his lap at one time
  • they’d hang off of his arms like monkey bars
  • m’baku would walk around with a child on each leg anytime he has to leave to tend to his people
  • he’d have the sweetest smile on his face
  • including you, his vegetarian children would have his entire heart and soul
Hard Eyes: Part 1

Prompt: batmom meets Talia and there’s a lot of tension between them because of their history with Bruce and Talia wanting to take Damian back to the League of Assassins

Requested by: @shyinfluencer2017

Words: 1445


The station is larger than you imagined, and you’re not quite sure where you’re going. At this point you’re just following instinct. You move through the halls, Dick’s call still fresh in your mind. “Mom, it’s Bruce. You need to come now … it’s bad.” You hadn’t been able to make out anything after that, the tears had muffled his voice too much.

          As you turn the final corner it’s to see your boys, and the entire league. You try not to think about how bad it must be, for those looks to be on their faces. You pause for a moment, cherishing the last few minutes that you pretend everything’s okay. Then you rush forward.

          The boys see you immediately, and it takes no prompting, they rush to you. Despite having been taller than you for several years now, the oldest three seem so small, and Damian, your poor sweet baby, he seems so scared. They cling to you, and you do your best to comfort all of them assuring each of them that it’s going to be okay.

          After they’ve calmed down a bit you move forward and then you stop. There’s no love lost between you and Talia. You’ve seen the woman maybe twice in the four years since Damian has come to live with you. She’s no mother in your eyes, and she certainly doesn’t have a claim to your son.

          You decide to focus more on the doctor. He confirms what Dick said on the phone. It’s not looking good, and it will all depend on the surgery. There’s a less than ten percent chance that Bruce will be able to be the man he was before this. That reassures you in some weird way, Bruce has always been able to beat the odds.

          Finally, you take a seat. Your back is hurting, and your ankles are swollen, and technically, you’re supposed to be in bed at the moment. But, extreme times call for extreme measures. One hand goes to rest on your protruding belly, as the boys sit down beside you.

          Dick is the first one to break the silence, “So how’d your doctor appointment go? Bruce was so bummed to miss it.”

          You smile at that Bruce had been to every pregnancy check before this one. He had been so upset to miss this one. You hadn’t planned this. As far as you were concerned you had your hands full with all the boys. But one glass of wine too many had led to a forgetful night.

          Some part of you had expected the boys to be disappointed. But they had met the idea of a new sibling with enthusiasm. In fact, one of the boys would typically go with you and Bruce to the appointment.

          “Did the doc finally tell you what you’re having?” Jason asks with a grin “It’s another boy, isn’t? Something tells me Bruce is only for making boys. Look at the squirt.”

          Damian scowls at the nickname, but he doesn’t argue with Jason’s statement. If you had expected anyone to be upset about the pregnancy it had been Damian. The boy had clung to his blood tie with Bruce for so long, you had worried about him feeling threatened. Instead, he had taken to the role of big brother rather seriously.

          It had started out with him and Tim inspecting everything you ate. Then he had researched everything needed for a helping a healthy baby grow. Classical music had been playing non stop around the manor. Then one day, you had walked into what had been designated as the baby’s room, just to consider paint colors, to find that it had already been painted a soft yellow.  

          And there was Damian, working on mural. It was this pretty field of flowers, a nature scene. For a while you had just watched him paint before all of a sudden he had simply said, “It’s going to be a girl. And she should have a happy, and pretty place to grow up. Somewhere she can always feel safe.”

          You had gone to him, and pulled him in close, not worrying about the paint staining his clothes and said, “Every child should have that Damian. I can only hope Bruce and I provided that for you and your brothers.”

          Damian had simply hugged you back and said, “I’ve never felt safer than when I was surrounded by this band of misfits.”

          You just laughed, because of course he couldn’t call it what it is, “A family.”

          Coming out of the memory you find everyone silent, and you take a moment to examine them. They’re still dressed in their uniforms and they’re covered in dirt.

          Quietly you suggest they go shower and change, when they protest, you tease and say that their stench is making you feel ill. That gets them going. A few of the League members inquire after you and the baby. Eventually they too leave, and then it’s just you and her.

          Neither of you says anything until you can’t take it anymore and you finally ask, “What are you doing here Talia?”

          She turns to face you, radiant as ever, her eyes as cold as ever. “My son and his father needed my assistance?”

          “Is that a question or an answer Talia, because I’m not buying it. The boys are too distraught to see it, and the League doesn’t know you well enough to see it, but I do. I know everything about you Talia. I’ve read every part of the file Bruce has on you, and I won’t let you do it.”

          She raises an eyebrow at that, “You’d let him die? You must really want his money.” She glances at your stomach, “After all your child is legitimate, and he didn’t even have you sign a prenup.”

          You roll your eyes at that, “I care about what Bruce wants, and he told me that under no circumstances was he ever to go into the Pit. If there’s one thing in this world that scares him, it’s what that goop would do to his mind.”

          She studies you for a minute, “Then I suppose I’ll take Damian with me when I leave then.”

          “You have no right. Bruce and I have full custody. And Damian is just as much my child as any of his brothers.”

          She smiles at that, “Is he as much your child as the one in your womb? Blood is thicker than water after all.”

          You can’t help but scowl, “I hate that saying, because while I may not have given birth to those boys, while I may not share their blood, I’ve raised them. I’ve attended every parent teacher conference, shown up for every play, taken care of them when they were sick, worried every time they go out on patrol, held them after a girl broke their hearts, watched them grow, watched as they became brothers, and so much more that you will never understand.” At this point you’re right in her face, because you want your meaning to me clear, “Those boys, are my children, and blood has nothing to do with it. You just try and take Damian, and you’ll be the one to need that damn goop,”

          She looks down at you amused, “Big words for such a little church mouse. What’s the little pregnant housewife going to do?”

          You just smile, “I wasn’t always a housewife Talia. You would know that if you were actually able to find anything on me before Bruce.”

          She actually looks a little frightened now, and you know it’s your eyes, they’ve slipped into that same hardness that had made people braver than her panic. You make one last statement, “Leave now Talia, and don’t you ever threaten my children again.”

          She leaves, she never turns her back on you but she leaves. You take your seat again, and wait for him to come out of the shadows. You meet Clark’s eyes, and you can finally feel the tears start to build as he wraps an arm around you, you let them out. He just holds you while you cry, because he knows. He and Bruce are the only ones that know about your past, and he knows that it’s Bruce that keeps you grounded, that Bruce is the one that keeps you from slipping. And he knows that if Bruce Wayne dies, as soon as you’re able to, you’ll hunt down the bastard who caused it. And he knows that he’ll have to be the one to stop you.

          For that reason Clark Kent prays that Bruce Wayne pulls through, for the boys, for you, and for your unborn baby girl.

It’s two a.m.
The emergency room psychiatrist looks up from his clipboard
with eyes paid to care
and asks me if I see people who aren’t really there.
I say, “I see people
how the hell am I supposed to know
if they’re really there or not?”
He doesn’t laugh
neither do I.
The math’s not on my side
ten stitches and one lie.
I swear I wasn’t trying to die.
I just wanted to see what my pulse looked like from the inside.

Fast forward one year.
I’m standing in an auditorium behind a microphone
reading a poem to four hundred latino high school kids
who live with the breath of the INS
crawling up their mother’s backbones
and I am frantically hiding my scars
‘cause the last thing I want these kids to know
is that I ever thought that my life was too hard.

I’ve never seen a bomb drop.
I’ve never felt hunger.
I’ve also never seen lightning strike
but we’ve all heard thunder
and it doesn’t take a genius to tell something’s burning.
The smoke rises between us,
forming walls so high
they split the sky like slit wrists
and then the stars fall like blood.
We’re all left with nothing, but a death wish.

He said, “call me by my true name
I am the child in uganda all skin and bone”
Do you remember the rest?
how about this one, America
Jesus wept.
America, Jesus wept
but look at your eyes
dry as the desert sand
dusting the edges of your soldier’s wedding bands.
Look at your soul playing dead
because your ribcage is abu ghraib
is san quintin
is guantanamo bay
and your heart had beaten them so many times
they bleed the moon.

Do you know children in Palestine fly kites to prove that they are still free?
Can you imagine how that string must feel between their fingers
as they kneel in the cinders of our missile heads
You can count the dead by the colours in the sky


The bough is breaking.
The cradle is falling.
Right now a six-year old girl is crutched in a ditch in Lebanon
wishing on falling bombs.
Right now our government is recording the test scores of black and Latino 4th graders
to see how many prison beds will be needed in the year 2021.
Right now there’s a man on the street outside that door
with outstretched hands full of heart beats no one can hear.
He has cheeks like torn sheet music,
Every tear a broken crescendo falling on closed ears.
At his side there’s a girl with eyes like an anthem
that no one stands up for.

Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there.
It’s that we ignore the ones who are.
Till we find ourselves scarred and ashamed
walking into emergency rooms at three a.m.
flooded with a pain we cannot name or explain
because we are bleeding from the outside in.
Skin is not impervious.
Cultures built on greed and destruction do not pick and choose who they kill.


Do we really believe our need for Prozac
has nothing to do with Baghdad,
with Kabul, with the Mexican border
with the thousands of US school kids
bleeding through budget cuts that will never heal
to fuel war tanks?

Thank god for denial.
Thank god we can afford the makeup
to pile upon the face of it all.
Look at the pretty world.
Look at all the smiling people
and the sky with a missile between her teeth
and a steeple through her heart
and not a single star left to hold her

And the voices of a thousand broken nations saying
“wake me, wake me, when the American dream is ove

—  “when the bough breaks“  Andrea Gibson
Sheith Fic Rec

I figured that I wanted to contribute to the fandom in some way and I read a lot of fics, so why not make a rec list? I included the summary for each fic, plus some commentary from me in italics. I hope the authors don’t mind that I linked them, at least the ones I know of. Thank you so much for contributing to this wonderful ship, it wouldn’t be as great as it is now without you. Feel free to talk to me about sheith anytime, I’d love to make more friends.

One-Shots (Canon-verse)

the whole town’s sleeping by astrainclinant (T) 18k 

Of inevitability and stars.

Alternatively, how Keith and Shiro come together.

Basically what I’d consider a classic Sheith fic, and a must read for any Sheith fan. I will never have the words to describe how I feel when I read this.


the fear of falling by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (G) 4k

Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It’s the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep.

Keith character study, with implied Sheith. Different attempt at Keith’s backstory.


 ‘til you set fire to my atmosphere by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) 2k 

And it’s like the first punch Keith ever landed on him: quick and glancing, right at the ribs, out of left field and yet simultaneously a long time coming.

Pining Shiro, because Pining Shiro is everything.


the body remembers (what the mind forgets) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 10k

Shiro’s fingers slide up to touch his skin, warm points of contact that make Keith shiver. “It’s just a year,“ Shiro reassures him quietly, "I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll be like the time you were studying to come here.”

His lips twitch up, trying to be supportive but it’s hard. Keith knows its the right thing to do, to be happy for Shiro. But it’s hard when he’s imagining a space without Shiro in it. Loneliness is already creeping up his torso, curling around his heart and lungs and choking the happy pride he feels for Shiro.

He already misses Shiro so terribly.

tldr: Keith and Shiro were together pre-canon but then Shiro went on his mission and came back with no memories of his time with Keith. How does one even begin to deal with the love of your life forgetting you?

That Shiro forgetting Keith and their relationship AU we all need. The feelings in this were A+.

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