but he made so many cute poses that i had to include all

anonymous asked:

relationship headcanons for the emo bird Warren

oooookay here we go I love Warren with all my heart and soul (modern au) (fun fact the playlists I’ve mentioned here are actual playlists I’ve made bc I’m a total music hoe)

@kurtwxgners @emmcfrxst

  • He’s such a show off oh my god
    • Especially before you actually start going out with him and he’s still trying to win you over
    • In training with the other X Men, in conversation, just? at any opportunity he’s trying to impress you
    • He dials it back a little when you’re actually dating but he still goes out of his way to show off for you
      • Usually it’s cute but sometimes it can get in the way if you’re trying to be productive
      • Even if it’s a little annoying sometimes, you can’t really be mad at him because he’s just? So sweet?
  • You both love a lot of the same music, even if your taste is a little more lowkey when it comes to metal etc, 
    • He makes you playlists all the time
    • You’ve got so many that you can basically assign a playlist to a mood and listen to it when you’re feeling like it fits
    • He picks the title and the songs and usually includes a one line description as well
    • Some of your favourites are:
      • fearless-I’m reckless and you’re restless and we go together like two halves of the same coin (it’s fast and energetic and he made it for you after he had come home from a mission injured)
      • neon vibes-you feel like fireworks and driving too fast and I can’t get enough (it’s upbeat and exciting and twirly and he made it for you after your first real date)
      • darker nights-I’ll never really leave you alone no matter where I am (it’s slower and a little sad and he made it for you before you left for a longer mission because being apart from you makes him anxious and he uses music to calm himself down and convey how he feels) (you cried the first time you listened to it) 
  • You encourage him to play piano and to rediscover some other things he loves doing for fun
    • He picks up piano again and he loves it and he loves you for bringing him back to it (you can pry classically trained pianist Warren from my cold dead hands k thx)
    • He starts photography as well and he’s actually pretty good
      • He takes an absurd amount of photos of you
      • There are so many candids of you as well as a few posed ones that he persuaded you to let him take
      • He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world and you’re his absolute favourite thing to photograph
  • The two of you have a weekly movie night for just the two of you
    • You take it in turns to pick the movie and organize the snacks
    • It’s really just a solid block of time for the two of you to cuddle up together and not interact with anyone else
  • Sometimes Warren will lie with his head in your lap and you’ll read to him because he finds it soothing and he likes it when you stroke his hair and wings gently
  • Speaking of his wings
  • You help him maintain and groom them because they’re fu c kign huge and a total pain for him to manage on his own
    • He also loves how soft and delicate your touch is as you work your way through the feathers 
    • It’s just? An act of intimacy that you both really enjoy
  • You spar together in training and he’s so proud when you kick his ass
    • You’re both pretty evenly matched on the whole but you have different strengths and weaknesses that mean there’s almost never a guarenteed winner
    • He’s stronger than you and but you’re more maneuverable than he is and you tend to move faster
    • You’ve also figured out how to account for his wings and if you get your timing and movements just right you can use the giant feathery appendages to hinder his own movement and hide you from view
    • The sparring is just? really fun and a good way to blow off steam together if one or both of you is feeling particularly restless
  • When he gets sleepy, Warren is so so cuddly and touchy feely
    • He’ll drape himself over you and lean heavily into you 
    • He has a naturally low body temperature so he loves cuddling up to you to warm himself up, even if you complain about his cold toes
    • You feel so so safe and protected when he wraps you up in his arms and wings, even though you’re perfectly capable of protecting yourself
    • He craves the physical intimacy and affection because he had to do without it for so long
  • He’s not an amazing cook and doesn’t particularly enjoy it most of the time but he loves to keep you company in the kitchen especially when you’re baking because you’ll pass him things to taste as you work
  • He’ll brag about you to anyone who’ll listen
    • You’re his lockscreen and home screen and he’ll literally get heart eyes when he looks at his phone
    • He takes you on cute, cheesy, typical dates every so often because he loves taking the chance to spoil you 
    • It’s technically against the rules but he sleeps in your room a lot of the time
      • Everyone knows about it but no one tries to stop him because they know he gets nightmares about his past sometimes
      • Also no one begrudges him the need to have someone to hold onto at night because when he came to the school he was just so starved of affection and human contact
  • He’s just? so so smitten with you?

anonymous asked:

So if you wanted some prompts I have some for AvAc Winteriron: 1) Bucky is crushing hard on Tony and is irrationally jealous of Misty, whose arm Tony made her. He also wants an arm spesifically made for him by Tony! Even if the one he has is working perfectly fine already!

2) After arriving at the Academy, Bucky is shown around by Tony, and is really drawn to him. He’s so impressed by everything Tony has done for the academy (not that Tony likes to mention it, he only does so in passing as if it isn’t important), and after staying there for a while he is slightly horrified by how some people treat him/take advantage of him all the time.

3) Every new song Bucky writes has subtle hints about how he is in love with Tony, not that Tony ever notices. Janet, however, does, and confronts Bucky about it to be sure he won’t break Tony’s heart, because she knows how Tony feels about Bucky as well.

These were so cute, I combined all three. This is nearly 6k, so ‘ware the readmore! (I’ll put it up on Ao3 as soon as I get a chance, for easier reading/bookmarking…)

“Hi, welcome to Avengers Academy!”

Bucky turned toward the voice, wary. When someone said “welcome” at Hydra, it usually meant they were planning to humiliate you or get the drop on you with an ambush.

Well, they could try. The Winter Soldier had carved out a niche of respect at Hydra, and he would make one here, if he had to.

“Usually it’s Jan or Pepper doing the welcome tour, but Pep’s off interviewing some potential recruits and Jan’s right in the middle of planning next month’s parties, so I said I’d do it. So hi, welcome – I said that already, didn’t I? – um, I’m Tony Stark, nice to meet you!”

Bucky looked him over. Tony Stark had armored boots and a gauntlet on his extended hand, and was wearing a garish red and yellow jacket over skin-tight jeans. Those jeans did not look practical for combat, but they did an excellent job of showing off Tony’s legs. Tony had artfully fluffy hair that made Bucky want to mess it up, and a scraggly attempt at facial hair that was kind of cute in its utter failure. He’d started off with a bright smile, but it was beginning to fade, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“Uh, okay,” Tony said, dropping the extended hand and rubbing it on his other arm uncertainly. “So you’re the Winter Soldier, huh? Is that… what you want us to call you? I mean, most everyone’s got a codename and, you know, a real name, but we’re pretty divided on what we want people to call us. I’m Tony and Jan is Jan and Pepper is Pepper unless she’s really mad at you in which case she’s Ms. Potts. But you should see how mad Enchantress gets if you try to call her Amora, and man, do not call Hulk Bruce, he smashes extra hard if you do that. And ‘Spider-Man’ thinks he’s maintaining a secret identity, so we pretty much humor him and call him that if he’s got his mask on, you know?”

Bucky considered this. “Names are nothing but words / it is the soul within that hurts,” he tried. Not the best meter or rhyme, but there was a theme there worth exploring.

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment. “Um. So you’re… cool with whatever, I guess. Okay. Well, I’m supposed to show you around the campus, so come on, I’ll make sure you know where everything important is!”

Tony led Bucky around the campus in a wide arc. Bucky already knew the campus layout, of course, having studied it in preparation for attack. But it was very different, seeing things with his own eyes, and Tony’s constant stream of chatter was often amusing.

“Two nightclubs, in fact,” Tony was saying proudly. “There’s the Galaxy club there–” He pointed toward a garish neon building. “–and the Guardians put on a mean death metal show, I gotta say. But a lot of us prefer something a little more homey, and that’s Club A. Pool table, jukebox, great dance floor.” He looked sidelong at Bucky, then shrugged. “Cap spends a lot of time in there, so…”

Bucky didn’t let himself wince, but he wanted to. His feelings about Cap – Steve – were… complicated. But Tony was looking at him hopefully, waiting for some sort of reaction, and Bucky was oddly disinclined to disappoint him. “The bartender is a robot,” he observed.

“What? Oh, yeah, I made him.”

“By yourself?” It took – had taken – a team of three Hydra scientists to merely perform maintenance on Bucky’s arm.

“Oh, sure, robots are easy. The challenging bit was upgrading him so it didn’t cause any long-term damage when his head comes off.”

Bucky stared at Tony.

Tony shrugged. “Crossbones keeps ripping his head off, and I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell him they don’t like that, but he won’t listen, so it seemed easier to just make it so it wouldn’t hurt them too much, you know?” Bucky had no trouble believing that. Crossbones was… unpleasant. It wasn’t enough for him to accomplish his missions. He made it personal.

Tony was still talking about the robot. “… already had some easy-repair joints for the robots at the blasting range, so I just had to find a way to–”

Now that sounded like something Bucky would enjoy. “Blasting range?” He swung his favorite rifle off his shoulder. “Show me.”

Tony’s smile was all teeth. “This way.”

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RFA HEADCANONS: AU: They're in a Famous Boyband~

(THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE ONE WHO SENT IN THIS REQUEST. I didn’t know my ask box wasn’t open at the time, and they very kindly pointed it out, and gave me an amazing request. So, thank you.. I think it’s open now. Let me know if it isn’t, but if it is, pls send requests and stufff, I loved getting this.

This is basically an AU where the RFA is all in a boy band like BTS or something, and Jaehee is the manager. It will tell what mc’s (your) occupation is, and so on.)



The two of you met at a meet and greet.

The moment he saw you, he knew you were going to be someone important to him.

There you were, all Smol, and nervous. He was just impatiently waiting for your turn to come up. He had everything planned out in his mind. What he wanted to say, how he’d pose in your picture, and then he’d casually slip his number to you.


Shit happens.

He completely froze up when you got there, stuttering on everything he said.

You made a small comment on how you were a bit thirsty, and HE ACTUALLY HAS JAEHEE GET YOU A WATER BOTTLE.

So, he smoothly writes his number on the water bottle paper before he gives it to you.

You two ended up hanging out quite a bit, trying to go to the most private places you could without getting bombarded with paparazzi.

When he finds out you’re just a college student, he finds it to be extremely adorable, and will probably attempt (key word) to help you with your homework.

When he fails at said homework, he asks his fans for some answers (me if I was famous, LMAO JKJK? Maybe?? I mean.)

The other boys tend to tease him a lot for this, but, hey. Yoosung always comes back with “well, at least I actually have a girlfriend to do it for.”

S A V A G E.

High key cries when he has to leave you on tour.




Let’s be real, you’re also pretty famous yourself.

You are a solo singer, and one year, you just happen to be joining them on tour as their opening act.

Zen and you instantly click, and whenever you both have free time, you bet your ass he’s spending it with you.

You’ll be preforming up on stage, and tHIS BOY IS GONNA COME UP BEHIND YOU, AND INTERRUPT THE WHOLE OPENING SHOW..just to ask you out.

Probably leaps into the air and screams into his Mic. Gets really excited the rest of the night while he’s preforming.

JAEHEE IS PISSSSEEEDDD. Will tell him that he should not be having a relationship when the two of you are just so busy. But, he doesn’t listen.

Now, you guys tend to be completely out there when it comes to your dates. Paparazzi are A L W A Y S catching you kissing, or doing some form of PDA.

Again, Jaehee is pissed. She’s probably going to contact your manager, and start complaining, trying to reason with him.

Your manager is cheap, so he doesn’t care, as long as he’s getting paid.

You manager thinks it’s good for you, because you’re gaining attention from Zen and your relationship.

“Any publicity is good publicity.” He says.

So, poor Jaehee. You and Zen rock your career out together~



He’s the jokester out of the group.

So of course, he meets you, a fan…

Right after he kicks a full water bottle into your face at a concert.

You’ll be sitting in the front row, just enjoying the show. WHEN THAT HAPPENS.


He probably starts busting out laughing, and pulls you up on stage.

Stops laughing when he sees hOw beAUTIFUL YOU ARE LIKE SHIT.

Starts violently apologizing.

When you start laughing, he gets really happy, (and relieved.) and gets you back stage passes.

Now, before he see’s you again back stage, he’s gonna ask Jaehee to be his wingman (wing woman???) and begs her to get your number.

Ends up paying her extra money to get her to do that but hEY.

The moment he sees you he just dies.

You were so cute, and now wearing one of their band shirts.

You two begin talking, and he finds out that you’re a clothing designer.

Literally hires you to make his outfits for the shows.

He loves wearing stuff made by you (probably asks you to make him dresses every now and then.)

Tries being really serious when he asks you out, getting you a rose, and writing it in a cake.

Drops the cake.

Freaks out, but you had already glanced and saw what it said, so of course, you said yES.

He will probably not be open to go on many dates at first, afraid that if you two got too close, fans would try to hurt you.

Once you’ve assured him that it is 100% okay, you’re fine..he’s gonna be taking you E V E R Y W H E R E.

Probably makes you help prank his fans.

Scare cams the other RFA members (including jaehee OOPS.)



You’re an interviewer! So, one day he comes in for you to interview him 1 on 1, and of course, you bring up his cat. Asking him how it’s been, what he does when he’s away on tour.

And he’s just shocked that your questions seem to be actually curious on him and and his cat, rather than just how much money he makes, and whether he has a girlfriend or not.

As soon as the interview is done, you two start talking about your cats, showing each other pictures of them.

He exchanges his number with you, and makes sure to talk to you everyday, even when he’s on tour.

He’s probably going to stop leaving Elizabeth 3rd with Jaehee, and start letting you take her while he’s gone. (The cat, not Jaehee.)

Hates to see you interview other people, but he knows it’s you’re job, so he keeps it to himself.

Actually starts getting mad when you talk to other RFA members.

He asks you out by taking you on a fancy dinner date at an Italian restaurant (or somewhere else if ya don’t like Italian. JUST THINK FANCY.)

He will have this really nice pizza thing, and the toppings will spell out “will you go out with me.” AND YOU JUST


Dates are always fancy and mildly expensive. Sometimes you would just want to stay at home, but he loves to treat you like a queen.



You are also apart of the boys management.

You and Jaehee like to just rant about the things those boys make you do. Like. loRD.

On a day off, you take Jaehee out for coffee..and this is the day..where o shit. She gay.

She actually has feelings for you. You. Another woman?? What??

She’s really confused, and gets really nervous out of no where.

Poor thing gets a little coffee cream on her upper lip..AND WHEN YOU BEND OVER THE TABLE TO WIPE IT OFF HER. She almost faints.

She accidentally confesses to you one day while you were making sure the hotels were all booked and in check.

She’s actually going to start stuttering, and is almost on the verge of tears, because she’s just so scared that you don’t feel the same.

You reassure her that you feel the exact same, and she just..WHAT.

You two share a passionate kiss, and that’s when the boys come in.


lil bi-

You two tend to get VERY over worked, but if one of you were having an extraordinary hard time, the other would be there to support you in no time.

Jaehee constantly worried about you and your health, and hardly even worries about her own

You have to make sure she knows that she is what’s important to you. And if she needs to rest, you are going to do everything you can to make sure she cHILLS ABOUT YOU, AND GETS SOME DANG SLEEP.

You two probably eat out a lot, but try to cook together whenever you can.

Lots of coffee dates.

When there’s no work, snuggles on tour bus. ;)




You’re a photography journalist.

The two of you meet when he’s just trying to get away from all of the fans.

He somehow sees you (lol) taking photos outdoors at the park.

Casually asks to see your pictures.

He starts talking to you about how he liked to take pictures in his free time, and that he just never got around to it like he used to. He finds out that you do it as a profession, and he gets a bit nervous that you may recognize him, and start bombarding him, thus blowing his cover.

You start to notice he looks a bit familiar, and point it out.

He practically sweats, but doesn’t want to lie to you.

He admits that he is a part of the boy band thing, and your just like OH


He gets confused, because why weren’t you begging for pictures?

You seem completely calm in the fact that you were talking to a celebrity, and he is just so grateful from that moment on.

Before you two part, he realizes that you were a genuine person, and asked for your number.

He loves to take pictures with you, (casually slipping in photo’s of you every now and then.) and loves showing them off after word.

Probably makes really aesthetic posts on his social media, all pictures that the both of you took.

If a fan is being rude to you?

Surprisingly, he loses his cool, and goes off on them. If it’s in person, he will make a comment on Twitter or something afterwards on how immature they acted, and that it shouldn’t happen again.



You’re his makeup artist~

You’ll be doing his makeup as gently as he could, and literally it fEELS SO NICE. He loves when you’re touching his face, doing your best to make him look good up on stage.

If anyone else even tries to do his makeup, he will go off. He doesn’t care if he has to go look like a pale ghost on stage. No one else can do his makeup.

One day, he gets really frustrated, because he likes you? But how does he even show that?

As you finish his makeup one day, like any other day, HE LITERALLY STANDS UP, AND PINS YOU TO THE WALL.

He doesn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to, so he awkwardly asked if he could kiss you, rather than just going for it like he had planned.

When you agree, he gets really happy (but doesn’t show it.) and just goes for it.

The two of you kissing before a show becomes a regular thing, as he claims it to be a good luck charm.

Asks you out back stage one day after you two share a passionate kiss. Gets really energetic on stage when you say yes~

ikeistheallstar  asked:

Hello! I heard holiday requests were open for a little! I'd like to request some headcanons of what the MM cast would give MC for Christmas! It doesn't have to be a specific item you have to google, though!! Please take your time and thank you in advance!

A/N: oooo, here we go!! if its a little short im sorry, i was excited to open them a bit but i got extremely sick yesterday (this post is scheduled for now~) so ^^;;

*NOTE NOTE NOTE: Listen, at the very end, I included Rika for those who like her, so please be respectful about it yall! ^^ 



-He wishes he could give you more than he did
-Like, is just a few gifts enough? What if he only got one? What if they aren’t that expensive, would MC care??
-No, Yoosungie, they would not
-Because he gets things you’ve been very vocal about 
-You want some in-game cash for your favourite game? Done.
-You want that cute plush you saw at the store at the other day? Done.
-Also one to buy a /TON/ of candy and hope it counts as a gift


-”It’s a framed and signed picture of my face, MC~”
-No but really he’s thoughtful for things you want but also things you /NEED/
-Like you want something cute to wear? But you need a new coat? 
-He’s combining the two and is gonna go all out
-Well, as all out as he could- he wants to spoil you but you understand if he can’t
-After all wouldn’t you rather he pay off the TV before you brEAK IT 
-But as much as he tells you that he’s only getting a few things you need but will surprise you with something really nice that caught your eye~


-She actually likes to get something the both of you can enjoy!
-Like, matching sweaters? Done. Exchange favourite books? Done!
-The type to make you a sweets basket full of all of your favourite goodies
-Basically anything customized to your interests is what she gets you
-So the two of you would get each other large boxes, and fill it full of things that you like
-Example, hers?? Coffee beans and limited edition Zen merch~
-Which means she does the same for you!! Except she puts way more into yours than you do hers and you have to win at showering her with gifts, it never ends


-Anything you even looked, he’s got for you
-He wants to give it to you all at once but you have to talk him out of it
-You looked at this one shirt? Consider it done. You have 4 of them now, just in case.
-But really, if he has to choose just a few
-He’d pick ones he got solely because he thought you’d love them
-Like a really nice watch, fancy necklace, anything a little shiny, just for you~
-But you still have to convince him that just one is enough, please, Jumin


-Kinda like Jumin, wants to spoil you
-But settles for making something from scratch for you instead
-So you end up with tons of little mechanical things around the house
-Why is the tree moving? It’s just tons of little bots he’s made, climbing around the branches
-Another robot is bringing you other gifts, drinks, candy canes, everything you want
-Except he still buys you something you’ve been looking at and refuses to let you get him anything


-Also ready to give you handmade gifts
-But honestly they’re so sweet?
-Because they’re hand painted portraits of you
-Some are posed, others are from his favourite memories with you
-And this loser?? Hangs them up while you’re sleeping and tries to tell you Santa left them
-It’s still really sweet though? Like he can’t wait for you to see them
-Helps you pick where to hang them up around the house- and no Jihyun we can’t hang them on the bedroom ceiling for you to look at


-Okay but he just looks through your search history??
-He pays attention to things you look at over and over again and he just gets you that
-Until he realizes you were looking at something over and over again because you were getting it for him
-Then he realizes too late and now the two of you have matching hoodies
-Which is okay because you lowkey wanted one anyway? You were gonna just steal his
-So it works out that he got that too, in fact he’s happy about it because he won’t have to fight you for his
-But he also wants to get you something else too, so he’ll pick something that reminds him of you
-Says he’s fine if you return it but honestly it would hurt so he really hopes you like it


-Missions to many different places
-Means gifts. From many. Different places.
-But he waits until Christmas time to give them to you because he knows how you are around that time
-“What do you want from Christmas?” “Oh, nothing-” “DAMMIT MC”
-So anything he comes across that reminds him of you, he’s getting it
-Even if it’s something small! The small ones hold a lot of meaning to you, actually. Because they’re small and delicate, and you know he had to be careful with them
-Like a small little glass animal? He wants to give you one, he picked it up overseas. But he’s afraid of his own strength, and has to hold it like it’s another, small, human so he doesn’t accidentally break it


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Love Inversion Theory IV

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Peter stared at his face at the pop-up screen. He turned pale and his eyes had grown wide. Slowly, he let the mouse hover over the green answer button.

And he quickly switched it to decline.

With a small click the screen disappeared and Robert Downey Junior had been rejected.

Peter took a deep breath and shut the laptop. There is no way he can continue to look at these things.

No way in Hell. Not without having a heart attack, or a panic attack, or maybe possibly both at once. Still, those ideas seemed less scary when comparing it to standing before thousands and thousands of people who knew Tom Holland when Peter didn’t. Worst of all, Peter had to know, and soon, because today is June 28th, 2017, and his ‘movie’ is premiering in just a matter of hours; Peter would have to go and pose on the red carpet and be Tom Holland.

He considered opening up the laptop again and doing as much research as he could but quickly decided not to out of fear for what little sanity he has left.

This room-isn’t it technically Tom’s? Maybe searching through it-calmly- could give some useful information. Peter bit his lip and slowly paced around the space. It was big for a hotel room. Peter had been in a big hotel room once and it was for a trip to Germany, sponsored by Mr. Stark.

Peter’s heart twisted at the thought of Mr. Stark.

Tony would know what to do.

If only there was a way to just get in contact with the others from his ‘world’. He grabbed up the hotel phone and punched in May’s number, that he had memorized. There was a dial tone and then a disappointing blip of words telling him the number isn’t in service.

Your number led to some foreign restaurant in Manhattan (although he didn’t know why since Manhattan and Queens have different area codes). Ned’s led to a household being run by what sounded to be an exasperated mother.

No other friends of his could be trusted with such information, mostly because a) he wouldn’t be believed and b) it could risk to the Spider-Man secret being found out. So he didn’t bother with any other numbers (not that he memorized very many).

If he could at least convince [Y/n] that he is Tom then maybe, just maybe, he can convince the rest of the world. Afterall, doesn’t [Y/n] know Tom best of all? Since they’re dating and such. That thought made Peter’s heart twists more. [Y/n].

You’re not his [Y/n]. 

Thinking of a [Y/n] who loves another person made the backs of Peter’s eyes sting with tears. He blinked them away, shaking his head with frustration towards himself.

I will not cry, he tells himself firmly. I have to keep myself together. I have to.

More and more time goes by. Peter orders a pot of coffee and pound cake in between his research-which consisted mostly of looking through the personal photos on Tom’s phone.

Most of them were selfies of him and someone-him and Ned without any hair, him with some other guy he didn’t recognize, him with you, him with Liz and Michelle. Most included you and the other guy.

Also a dog. A very cute looking dog.

Photos of who Peter expects to be his family are there too.

Peter found that he and Tom were much different despite looking exactly alike. Obviously they speak differently. But Tom styles his hair in a way Peter does not, holds himself with a lot more confidence and swagger.

Peter looked from a photo of Tom to the mirror in the bathroom. He set his palms flat against the counter and sucked in a breath. “I can do this,” he encouraged himself.

He seizes a hairbrush.


He stepped back, looking at the final product. Peter admired his efforts which seemingly paid off. He looks just like Tom in the photos, now.

Peter puffed out his chest and smiled at the reflection.

Definitely like Tom Holland.

And all he has to do now his act like this the rest of the day-easier said than done. But there isn’t any other way out of it.

Peter cocked his head to the side, the hairs on his neck raising and just then-

Knock knock knock.

I’m glad to know my senses still work, he thought gladly. He opens the door and you are standing there. “I’m just telling you that I’m home,” you say sweetly, seeing that he’s getting ready for the day.

Peter can’t help himself when he pulls you to a hug and then a kiss. His chest is still tight with anxiety-why would it be gone, after all?-and you’ve always been his feel-better charm.

Even after universal travel Peter still has you. That’s pretty damn lucky. He’s savoring that fact, especially now in the doorway of the bathroom with his tongue down your throat.

You make a sound, a cross between a gasp and a giggle. “Tom,” you say against him. No, you moaned it.

The word struck Peter’s brain, right between his eyes. Because he’s not kissing his [Y/n], he’s kissing Tom’s [Y/n].

And [Y/n], God, they have no idea. They’re standing there kissing him back anyways.

Would you be kissing him if you knew? If you knew how absolutely crazy Peter is going for being Peter?

He pulls away and forces a smile on his lips.

“That was a nice ‘welcome home,’” you tease, pressing your hand on his chest. “I got your suit for tonight. Want to see it?”

“Maybe I should put it on,” he replied tensely. He’d never been to a movie premier before and it’s nerve wracking to think about.

“Too early,” you shake your head. Before Peter knows it, you’re already leading him out of the bathroom and to the bed where two garment bags lay out neatly. “Besides, I’m planning on ripping you out of it once,” you add. “Twice would be too kind.”

Peter blushed very brightly. “[Y/n]!” he exclaimed.

“What!” you laughed, holding out your hands defensively. “What can I say, Spider-Man’s great in bed. I just can’t get enough!”

“Oh, my God,” Peter cried, but he laughed too. “This dress is…it’s gorgeous.”

You peer at him with hopeful eyes. “You think?”

The dress looks about knee length, in thin black fabric and loose strappy sleeves. The second piece is a baroque styled tailcoat with brass buttons. Very [Y/n], he thinks.

The suit is also black, featuring three pieces of a button down shirt, trousers, and a jacket.

Peter can’t really remember the last time he wore something so expensive looking. He’s nearly afraid to touch it.

“I do,” he says. “I think you’re going to be very beautiful. Darling.”

He tested out the word.

From your bashful look away, he assumed it worked with the effect he had been hoping for. You reach out and grab him by the collar. “We still have an hour before we have to get ready,” you say. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”

Peter doesn’t argue.


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so i was watching 2x19 (again) and noticed for the first time that everyone in IT except for Winn wears the DEO catsuit uniform so...

It starts with a joke.

One of the things Maggie comes to learn about Alex is that she’s obsessed with Halloween. She’s big on holidays in general, sure, Valentine’s Day and birthdays and, hell, even Arbor Day get more recognition than in any relationship Maggie’s ever had before. But Halloween puts the others to shame. Alex loves Halloween so much it makes it look like she’d barely noticed Valentine’s Day.

Around midsummer, Alex starts talk about costumes. Whenever she thinks of a pun or they see a new movie with a distinctive character, or they encounter a cool looking alien, Maggie learns that Alex’s first reaction is, “that would be a good Halloween costume.” Like the way some people say, that would be a good band name, Alex defaults to Halloween.

And, of course, because it’s Alex and Alex is deep, there’s a deep reason for it. Getting to pretend to be someone else, stepping out of the shadow of her brilliant parents and alien sister, shucking off expectations and just getting to be Alex, just getting to highlight her brains and her wit and her crafty skills (which, where are those the rest of the year, Maggie wonders, flipping through old photos of past Halloweens), it makes sense. In retrospect, it’s so totally Alex.

It’s nerdy and wonderful and quirky and unexpected and Maggie loves her for it.

And so Maggie gets sucked into it too. She finds herself saying, “oh yeah, that’s my Halloween costume,” but to the most random things, just to make Alex laugh. About a toddler they see in the park wearing rainbow leggings, a tutu, and no shirt (“you’d look great in that,” Alex had murmured into her ear). About a new bottle of scotch. About a weird blob they spend a month investigating and never figure out if it was a body part or an excrement from an alien.

So when James brings wings and mashed potatoes to game night, just for him and Maggie cause they both love pizza but like, they have it a lot, Maggie pays him the highest compliment she can think of. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen, James Olson. I should be you for Halloween.”

And Kara and Winn and Lena and James and J’onn and Alex all laugh, and Maggie looks around at them, dumbly, not understanding the joke.

And Alex knows that Maggie has some…issues…with being laughed at when she doesn’t get the joke, so she quickly walks over to her and slips an arm low around her waist and pulls her into her body and drops a kiss on her head. “Babe,” she says, a fond smile pulling her lips, her eyes both laughing and loving, “you can’t be James for Halloween. No one would be able to tell you were wearing a costume.” Maggie looks at her, eyebrows furrowed, she still doesn’t get it.

Kara tries to help, but she’s still so close to laughing. “Like, what would you want to wear, Maggie?”

“Um, I don’t know, like a tight grey long-sleeved henley, too-tight jeans, and maybe a black jacket?” Maggie offers, hesitantly, still not getting the joke.

Alex just waves a hand up and down, indicating Maggie’s body. Maggie follows the motion with her eyes, and starts to laugh too.

She’s wearing a tight grey long-sleeved Henley, too tight dark jeans, and her favorite black leather jacket.

Maggie laughs long and hard, and they all join her.

“Jimmy,” she says, when she has her breath back, still leaning into the warmth and comfort of Alex’s body. “I had no idea we were twinsies all this time.”

“And you call yourself a detective,” Winn mutters.

They have a Halloween pre-party at Kara’s. There’s a big CatCo party they’re all going to later, but they meet up at Kara’s for dinner and drinks beforehand to give Kara and James a fun Halloween before they have to network and be professional at the party.

Since that night, they’d all joked about it incessantly. Would Winn look funnier in a Supergirl costume or a Martian Manhunter suit? If they dressed as each other, would this Halloween prove for once and for all that Maggie and Alex really don’t have separate wardrobes anymore? Would a bowtie of Winn’s even fit around James’ neck? Alex and Maggie furtively text each other under the table when it comes up: will Lena declare her feelings by coming as Supergirl? Or as Kara? Or maybe, Maggie suggests, she’ll do a vertical split half-Kara-half-Supergirl costume to prove she’s known the truth forever.

It’s not like they’ve made a plan or anything, but, on October 31st, they all show up at Kara’s, and they’ve all done it.

It’s James who ends up dressed as Supergirl. He went all in – he’s got a long blonde wig (a very cheap, very terrible one) and the full suit, including the thigh-high boots and the skirt and the tights, which he complains about incessantly. “How do women wear these,” he whines for the third time in as many minutes, “they rip when you touch them! And this skirt is short, like, one good gust of wind and my junk is everywhere.”

Maggie just claps him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the patriarchy, my friend,” she says, taking his beer from his hand and drinking from it herself. “Gender norms are a bitch.”

Alex comes dressed as Winn, with a plaid shirt buttoned all the way up and a clashing patterned bowtie and her hair heavily gelled so it’s slicked back but also puffed up in the front like his. She manages to maintain an endearing but nervous energy all night, pressing her palms to her forehead and running her hands through her hair and saying things like “next level” “jiggery-pokey” and it’s just so Winn. And it’s not her best look aesthetically – Maggie’s into her no matter what she wears, obviously, but she’s ready to see what’s underneath the clothes more than she usually is, but Alex is having so much fun and Maggie loves it.

Maggie herself is dressed as Kara. She’s got a blindingly pink cardigan over a bright yellow work dress with a thin little belt around her waist, and cute black mary jane heels. Her hair is up in bun with little braids threaded through it, and she keeps offering everyone hot lattes and asking about layouts. She refuses to tell anyone where she got the clothes, even Alex. She looks good, objectively, but no one can stop gawking or laughing at her.

J’onn just keeps popping in as other people. First as Cat Grant, nearly giving Kara a heart attack, then as Maxwell Lord, nearly earning himself a punch to the face from Alex, then as Lucy Lane, then as Vasquez, then Eliza. He finally settles into just wearing his own face – J’onn, not Hank – and everyone whines that shapeshifters really shouldn’t be invited to costume parties.

Lena comes as James, wearing, of course, a tight grey henley unbuttoned one button too many, dark jeans (which definitely came from the men’s department, Maggie’s gay brain notes), black suit shoes, and an expensive camera slung across her chest. She’s got her hair pulled back into a low bun on the nape of her neck and she’s not wearing her usual bold makeup. She looks good. And gay. Alex and Maggie exchange a series of eyebrows.

Kara is dressed as Maggie. Skintight high-waisted jeans with a thin black belt through them, a flannel shirt tucked in, black boots, leather jacket. Her hair is down, parted in the middle, and mostly straight, with a few un-Supergirl-like curls in it, and it keeps falling down into her face. She’s got a prop gun tucked into her waistband, and she walks around asking everyone if they’ve seen her girlfriend who is so cool and wonderful and smart and pretty, has anyone seen her, she’s so great? It’s, honestly, pretty spot-on.

And Kara and Maggie have had their issues, so it makes everyone’s heart grow a couple sizes to see that they picked each other for this. It’s cute, and Maggie gets even more why Alex loves this holiday so much.

But the real prize is Winn. He’s dressed as Alex, in full DEO tactical gear. All black catsuit uniform, complete with thigh holster and tactical vest. He stands with his legs set wide, hands on his hips (in a pose most would associate with Supergirl but everyone in the room knows Kara stole from Alex), and threatens to injure everyone with his index finger. He’s parted his hair on the side, and he looks completely ridiculous. The black DEO uniform makes him look skinny and silly and gawky and gangly and young. Of all of them, even Maggie in a pink cardigan, he looks the most like he’s playing dress up. The most like a kid trying on their dad’s suit jacket with their mom’s high heels while still wearing their own footsie pajamas.

And it isn’t until later in the night that Alex looks over at him, squints, and says, “Wait a second, Schott. Hold up. You’re a DEO agent too.”

And one by one, everyone slowly gets it, and they all start to laugh.

“Oh my god,” Maggie says, holding onto Lena so she doesn’t fall over. “Schott, I cannot wait to see you wear that every day to work.”

And it seems like this never occurred to Winn, because he opens his mouth and gapes, and then blushes, and then stammers and stutters, and then squeaks, and takes him about five minutes to be able to mumble, “Shut up.”

And it was the best Halloween ever, but everyone feels a little bad, so, without discussing it, each and every one of them comes to Thanksgiving dressed as Lena.

anonymous asked:

MariChat, biker au for the prompt thing?

Okay, I really enjoyed writing this, and I sort of entertained the thought of adding more sides of the lovesquare with maybe Marinette getting a job where she’s designing something for Adrien, and he has to play it cool, because she actually doesn’t recognize him, but I tried to stick with something short for this prompt.

Also, I imagine both of them to be older in this.

The first time he saw Ladybug, Adrien fell in love. He might have missed her entirely if not for her bright red leather jacket, dotted with black spots along the back and arms. Her motorcycle was a sleek red machine, roaring down the street beside him as the sun flashed over her helmet. Nathalie made a soft comment about reckless driving, but Adrien was too mesmerized to pay attention.

When he was a teenager, he’d entertained the odd rebellious thought, considering a tattoo or a weekend away without his father’s pre approval, but as he’d grown older, those thoughts had faded along with his free time. Every spare moment was spent learning about the fashion empire he would inherit and modeling for campaign after campaign. Sure, he earned more now as an adult, but it never felt worth it.

Seeing Ladybug reminded him of what it felt like to want something.

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“All Night Long”

Tig Trager x OC
(GIF isn’t mine)

Semi SMUT [maybe?]
Definitely Adult Content

The Chapel was the last place he wanted to be after just getting home from a two week run. Some last minute business concerning the Mayans meant he didn’t have a choice and he begrudgingly walked into the clubhouse, texting the only person he really cared about seeing to let her know that his previous “Be there in 10 min” text needed to be amended to “be there in an hour, maybe.”

He rolled his eyes in frustration as he sat down to the table and his brothers filed in behind him when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

She texted back fast, that must mean she was pissed, he thought.

He held his breath as he pulled out his phone to open her text and nearly choked when he saw what she sent.

Apparently she had been shopping, because the lingerie she was wearing in the picture did not exist in her home when he left. He would have sniffed it out by now if it had.

He felt his dick twitch at the sight, her beautiful body clothed in nothing but a matching lace bra and panty set.


His favorite color.

All the blood in his body rushed to his groin and he grit his teeth, suddenly angry at the fact that he was sitting around the Reaper table and not pulling up to her driveway right now to take her sexy ass to bed and tear her sweet pussy up.
It was the only thing he thought about on that run, turning down comfort from the sweetbutts that hung all over him the whole time. It wasn’t easy, but if he was honest, they really didn’t interest him anymore.
Not with what he had waiting for him at home.
He almost felt shame. Alexander ‘Tig’ Trager had a reputation to uphold that included bedding as many gashes as possible in as many states and as many clubs as he could, but for some reason he no longer wanted that.

Something in him had changed since he met her. Some might even call it love. All he knew was his dick only craved her now and right at this moment he had a raging hard-on that made listening to his President talk about club business really fucking hard.

He sat there, attempting to ignore his phone that vibrated over and over again every few minutes in his pocket to no avail.
Chibs, who was sitting to his right, heard the sound of the incessant vibrations and leaned to him, “Ye need to answer that brotha?” Chibs whispered, and Tig, who was miraculously still holding his breath, clenched his jaw and shook his head no.
Chibs smirked, knowing what it must be about, and sat straight again, reverting his attention once again back to Clay.

Tig suffered through the entire 45 minute meeting, barely speaking because all he could think about was her. When Clay finally slammed the gavel down he bolted from the room, pulling his phone back out to see 15 messages from his girl.

She must’ve missed him too.

He straddled his bike, flipping through the messages as his smile quickly shifted to an eyebrows-raised-mouth-hanging-open shocked look.

Each of the fifteen messages was a picture, and each picture contained her, in some stage of undress, posing seductively and playing it up just for him.
His favorite of them all, though, a photo taken with the phone between her legs, her panties pulled to the side so he could see that beautiful slit, but the rest of her body also in the frame, her bra was removed so her breasts were showing and she was biting her bottom lip, that cute little smile showing through.

She knew what she was doing.

He growled as he pulled on his helmet and fired up his bike, he typed a text and pressed send, shoving the phone in his pocket.
Revving the engine and shifting into gear, Tig sped off in pursuit of the woman that had been messing with his head all evening.

She lounged on the couch, waiting to hear from him. After the barrage of texts she sent, she knew she would hear from him soon.
Her phone lit up, buzzing and his picture popped up on the screen, underneath it was the single text message her man had sent in response.

“I hope you’re well rested cause I’m fucking the shit out of you all night tonight. I’m there in 5. Be ready.”

Jimin Scenario: Kindhearted.

Request: I could please have a scenario of a jealous Jimin finding old photos of you with your ex. It turns into something of an argument and you finally explain that you kept them because your ex died. One day you surprise him by taking him to your ex’s grave so they can meet and you can show him that you’re happy now. It’s super specific so if it’s really hard to write, you don’t have to! Thank you though!

Genre: Angst / Fluff.

Jimin and you had less than two months since you had started to live together, it had been a big decision but both of you were happy about it, glad that finally you would share a private space just for the two of you. But with you working hard to cost the new investment you had neglected the order in your new apartment and thus both of you had each to unpack several boxes from the moving, which resulted in you not knowing where things were sometimes. 

-Jagiya- Jimin called as he went to your room. -Have you seen my notebooks?-

You looked up from your laptop, you were getting ready a presentation for work the next day but Jimin’s voice got you out of it. -You have them in the closet-

-No jagi- he shook his head. -The old ones, I don’t remember if I unboxed those-

You smiled softly, since a long time ago Jimin had started to incur in the songwriting field, and even if you were biased because you loved your boyfriend to pieces, you knew he was really good at it, Jimin had a high talent for arts and a big heart as well so it was no doubt he actually made beautiful lyrics, some of them included in BTS’s recent songs. -I don’t know babe, maybe in the boxes that are still unopened- you offered giving him a smile. -Fetch them and come and sing for me-

Jimin laughed. -Don’t take advantage of me Y/N, I’ll go look-

Jimin had still a smile on his face when he entered the spare room where you kept the boxes you had to organize, he didn’t exactly know where his notebooks might be so he decided to take a look on the first one and then the next one until he found them. 

Jimin opened the third box after seeing the first two ones were kitchen stuff; but on the third one he saw some notebooks that looked old enough and also a couple of photo albums. You liked to do these things, actually keeping one in your bedroom, so Jimin got instantly curious when he saw two medium sized photo albums he hand’t seen before. 

Opening the first one he giggled away while watching old photos of you as child, birthdays, school events with your parents and school mates, cultural acts; you were a cute kid, with your hair a bit disheveled and in most photos you were missing a tooth, but it made him smile. Then he went for the other album, this one was slightly smaller than the first, inside there were photos of you a bit older, Jimin was entertained seeing this side of you when he saw a photo that made him frown a little. It was a more or less actual photograph, you were smiling at the camera while you hugged a guy, your head close to his chest in a loving way. 

-An ex boyfriend?- 

It was odd, since you barely spoke anything about your past relationships, so keeping photos of a guy was weird. Jimin saw that wasn’t the only photo, there were many more, practically the rest of the album were full of them, you doing  various things while posing like a lovely dovey couple. It made his insides twist, seeing you with another guy even if it was in a picture, it left him with a bad sensation. If you were in a relationship with him now, a serious relationship, he didn’t see the point on keeping these pictures. 

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anonymous asked:

can ya do headcanons for the batboys with a S/O who is a prima ballerina?

A/N: I went a bit overboard for this one. Whoops. Also forgive me for the YOI quotes. I couldn’t help myself.


- He probably meets you while your performing. He’s a prominent donor for the Gotham Ballet but he hardly ever makes any appearances. 

- You and the other ballerinas wonder why he bothers to donate to the program if he doesn’t care enough to ever come to a performance. Whatever as long he remains a benefactor who cares what he does with his money.

- You have just been named prima ballerina when Bruce finally comes to a performance. He’s probably there to apprehend some threat, which he does, but he can’t help but to take notice of you in the process. 

- Bruce comes back for your next few performances afterwards. They way you moved was utterly enchanting and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He sends multiple bouquets of flowers to your dressing room every night  but never with a card. You wonder who they could possibly be from. 

- After a few performances he eventually hand delivers the flowers to you after another spectacular performance and introduces himself.  


- Dick meets you in the gym where you work out. He’s immensely impressed by your graceful flexibility. You catch him staring and can’t help but to think he was cute but you continue on with your stretching. 

- Dick gives you that classic Grayson smirk of his and starts to show off his own flexibility. This starts a ‘bend off’ if you will where you both compete on who can do the most insane body contorting poses. 

- No winner is declared but it gives you the opportunity to speak with him. 

- “Where did you learn to move like that?” You ask. “Circus. You?” He answers. “Ballet.” “You’re a ballerina? I’ve never been on a date with a ballerina before.” He says with a charming smile. “Date? Who said anything about a date?” “Me, right now. You want to go out sometime?” “I’d like that, yes.”


- Jason is probably the least flexible of all the boys so when you start dating him he asks you to give him a hand on flexibility training. Next to Dick, you were the only human bendy straw that he knew. Besides, he thought it would be fun to spend some time with you … until he realized how much of a prima ballerina you really were. 

- “Again.” You commanded. Jason let out an exhausted breath. “Just give me a moment, babe. I need to catch my breathe.” “Again.” You commanded once more. Jason gets up and continues with the exercises, slowly coming to the realization just how intense you were as a trainer. There was a reason you’re prima ballerina 

- “The king crab we ate for lunch has more control over it’s limbs than you!” “Dance with beauty, Jason! Beauty is a crushing force of righteousness and strength means nothing without beauty” “No, no! Throw your past self away Jason! The only people who succeed are those who are willing to be reborn as many times as necessary”

- Jason walks away from his workout with you with every part of his body in pain as well as a greater respect for what you do. 


- Tim meets you at a Wayne sponsored gala to raise funds for the ballet. As prima ballerina you were expected to make your way around the room and mingle in the hopes to subtly shmooze more money out of the donors. 

- Your goal was going pretty great until you started talking with Tim. And then you just kept talking until people started filing out of the party and you realized you hadn’t even made it to talk with half the people you were supposed to. 

- You couldn’t bring yourself to care because you went home with bright smile on your face and a date with the cute boy you had just met.                  


- Damian is forced unwillingly to the ballet to keep suspicions down about the family as well as generate some good publicity. Make no mistake though, he in no way wanted to be here. 

- The desire to be anywhere but here was quickly washed away as soon as you took to the stage. You performed magnificently and enthralled all in attendance, including Damian. 

- Damian willingly comes back to the ballet after that performance and eventually you take notice of the regular attendance of the benefactor’s son. 

- Damian hangs around the theater for a while after the performance just taking in the sight of the theater. He wonders why he was ever resistant to ever coming here in the first.

- “Hey! You’re Mr. Wayne’s son right?” You ask coming into his private box where he was sitting. Damian was a little taken aback that you were actually here before him. Admittedly he was a bit star struck. “I am.” He answered. “Well I just want to thank you for all your family does for the ballet. Without the benefactors there is no Gotham Ballet.” “You dance beautifully. I can’t imagine a world without you dancing in it.” “You’re too kind.” “But I mean it. You’re the reason I come back to the ballet and I can’t be the only one.” “Say would you like to go get some dinner?” You asked. “I’m starving!” “Of course” Damian answers. You hooked your arms through his and let him lead you out of the theater and to the most amazing restaurant that he could think of. 

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Fearlessly Day 2

We’re back for day 2 of Fearlessly’s SPOTLIGHT. Happy reading. 

Day 2: Recs!

It was really hard choosing the stories I wanted to recommend because all the fic in my catalogue are special to me for different reasons. And, I would like all of my stories to be read, so coming up with a list of only five was tough. Anyway, without further ado and in no particular order:

1. Anywhere You Want to Take Me - Series

I couldn’t (and didn’t want to) single out any particular story from this dom!Kurt / sub!Blaine series, so I am recommending the whole lot of them. Currently, there are ten instalments with many more to come. The thing I like most about this series is the dynamic between Kurt and Blaine. They are in an established relationship, very much equals, irrevocably in love, and really enjoy their playroom.


Inspiration has come from all the wonderful dom/sub fanfiction I have read. D/s is a favourite trope of mine, so naturally I wanted to try my hand at writing it, and found that I enjoy it very much.


Kurt arrived in the loud and still very crowded club to find Blaine lying on top of the bar shirtless, with an array of women and men surrounding him. He had a wedge of lime in his mouth and a trail of salt from his navel to the low-rise waist of his pants. A pretty blonde was just about to lick the salt off when Kurt squeezed her shoulder and dragged her off of him. “Party’s over! Shoo!”

The crowd scattered reluctantly. Kurt’s eyes darkened as he looked down at the mess that was his husband. His chest was wet with saliva and alcohol. His curls were dishevelled and decorated with confetti, which would have been cute under different circumstances, his eyes were shiny and glazed over, and his pants had wet blotches from spilled alcohol… — taken from the sixth instalment, You and Me .

 2. The Road Not Taken

 his neighbours!Klaine story was written in response to a prompt in the Glee Prompt Meme and in correlation with Five Years of Klaine. What I like most about this story is the fact that neither Kurt nor Blaine is perfect. They make mistakes, but at the same time, won’t settle for less than what they really want – which is, each other.

Inspiration: Inspiration came from bird_in_a_cage’s fabulous prompt:

“Kurt moves into the apartment across from Blaine’s, and they are both immediately intrigued by each other. Trouble is Blaine got engaged just the week before Kurt’s arrival.”

I would also like to point out that she offered a “bonus for wall-sex scene”. Who was I to deny that?


It took a while for Blaine’s brain to register that Kurt was talking to him because, Holy Mother of God, was the man in front of him a sight to behold. The sheen of sweat that covered his pale skin made him look even more radiant. The white tee shirt he wore was a little grimy from the boxes, but that added to the appeal. And that throat … that milky throat, which moments ago was on full display working as it swallowed water, made Blaine forget all about the fact that he was an engaged man because all he wanted to do in that moment was push Kurt into the wall and fuck him senseless.

3. Our Life

 This was the very first daddies!Klaine fic that I wrote, so that alone makes it special to me. What I like most about it is that it follows Kurt and Blaine through their ups and downs, starting from when their first child is born to when their children leave the nest and become young adults themselves. Another reason I like this one is because it is the first fic where I involved other Glee characters and ships as supporting storylines. It was a fun one to write and I’ve often thought about creating a series of one-shots to compliment it.

Inspiration: After watching “Dreams Come True” and seeing that Klaine remained loving husbands, had successful careers, and were about to become parents, I knew I had to write my version of the events that followed, because even though we got so much Klaine in the series finale, there was so much that was missing.


Kurt, Blaine, and Zavier stood in their living room and watched as Dalton and Jeremy descended the stairs. Kurt already had tears in his eyes and, when he saw the couple all dressed up, he couldn’t stop them from falling. Blaine, who was equally emotional, put his arms around Kurt’s shoulders as he saw the boys in their graduation suits. They were both perfectly tailored – of course; Kurt had made sure they were. Their suits were black with crisp white shirts. Jeremy’s was accented with a plum coloured tie and kerchief. Dalton had chosen a deep cherry colour.

“You guys look so handsome,” Kurt whispered. “Come. I need to get a picture.” Dalton and Jeremy clasped hands and stood at the foot of the stairs. By now, they knew the drill. Kurt liked to get multiple pictures from every angle possible. They posed and smiled while Zavier, in true Zavier fashion, photo bombed them at every opportunity he got.

4. My Greatest Joy

I chose this story to share with you because it was a pretty difficult one for me to write. I am proud that I was able to finish it. Also, it ticks a lot of different boxes – there’s a big dose of “romangst” - heavy on the angst, as well as hurt / comfort, daddies!Klaine, and a few kick-ass supporting characters, including Auntie Tina and none other than Lord Tubbington.

Inspiration: I’m not sure any particular thing or person inspired this story. I think it was just my desire to write a dose of (fictional) reality and some angst.


They sat beside each other in silence, but with their hands clasped together. It had been a long time since they held hands. Blaine really couldn’t remember the last time. He had always loved the feeling it gave him – of love … of friendship … of belonging. The physical union was a symbol of them belonging to each other. It reminded him of a time when they had been best friends. They laughed. They kissed. They made love … they were in love.

And then it all changed. He knew that the hand holding wouldn’t last. Once the doctors told them that Bea would be okay and Kurt felt safe again, he would take his hand away and that would be it. Blaine knew, but right now his husband’s hand was clutched in his and he wasn’t going to let it go until Kurt forced him to. He squeezed it just a little tighter and caressed his thumb over Kurt’s knuckles…

5. Let Me Hold Your Hand

This fic is one of my favourites of mine. It is heavy on the Blangst, hurt/comfort, and has a nice dose of the biggest Klaine shipper of them all, Burt Hummel. It is also the first fic in which I used / wrote flashbacks.

Inspiration: This story idea stemmed after I re-watched “A Wedding” and wondering what would have happened if Kurt had said no? What if he hadn’t agreed to spontaneously marry Blaine? That was the seed of the story and it just grew from there.


Kurt knew those eyes by heart. He knew when they were happy or excited or sad or in pain – but he had never seen them like this. He saw pain but also something so much worse - devastation.

Blaine cried unabashedly. His voice was pleading and hysterical, “Kurt, this is it. Everything… we’ve worked so hard for… ends right now. Is that really what you want?”

His hazel irises searched for any signs of recant from Kurt. When Kurt remained silent, he added with a sob, “Because… I love you… so much - but if you walk away from me now… know that it will be for the last time.”

Blaine struggled to stay upright. He could barely breathe but forced himself to continue. “Because my heart will not survive this time; I will never be able to love again – not you, not anyone.”       

anonymous asked:

Hello!I've been a fan of your blog/writing for a while now and haven't been able to send in a request until now! :(I was wondering if I could request a Todoroki x Fem Reader Imagine,where it's winter time at the U.A Dorms and the electricity goes out & so they make a pillow & blanket fort in the living room and he makes each other hot chocolate and they have some nice alone time together.But when they go to have their first kiss the whole class crashes their private moment so they sneak outside?

Hey! No problem, glad you like my stuff :D. I have a lot of fun writing this stuff and being apart of the community.

I definitely can do this request! Todoroki gets some more fluffy love!!!

Reader is female by request. The setting takes place during the series around winter time (not much of the plot stuff will be mentioned, just a cute one-shot)

It’s winter time at UA. at this time there are no classes and students had the freedom to do as they wished. Some went home to their families while others stayed. Training arenas, the campus grounds, and the dorms were open for the students to explore. One day it snows terrible while you and Todoroki (your boyfriend) were spending time together and the dorms electricity goes out.

Luckily the dorm buildings were stocked with many things, including emergency flashlights and blankets for when the electricity went out. You and Todoroki happened to be the only ones in the dorm building at this time because either they were out enjoying the snow or training in the warmer areas to keep their strength up.

“It seems to be a storm going on outside. You would think the school had a good separate electric grid”, Shoto said as he gets up and heads into the common room’s kitchen area. You shrug as you put the TV remote down onto the coffee table, “you never know. It could have been Denki or someone else. But probably the weather”. Getting up you follow him into the kitchen and help look for the emergency flashlights.

Once you found one you went into the living room and rearranged some things. Todoroki found another flashlight, then came over to ask, “what are you doing?”. “Since the heating is not on we’re gonna wanna to be warm, so I thought a fort would help”, you reply as you brought in some chairs from the dining room not too far away. “Alright, do you need help?”, He asked, not questioning why you just didn’t ask for him to use his quirk to keep you both warm. “Yeah. Could you go collect some blankets and pillows from around here? There should be some spares somewhere”, you smiling softly at him, letting him help since he offered.

Shoto got you more than you needed, but you were glad for his help. Getting right to building the fort big enough for maybe three people but mainly for two. You had trained for this moment since you were little. Being the master of forts at sleepovers, you easily got the structure up and supported with just a few blankets and pillows, using furniture if needed. Then you made a soft flooring so it didn’t hurt the knees or any other body part that may make contact with the raggedy carpet and hard flooring of the living room. When you were done you stood back and posed like a superhero, proud of your work. A smiling beaming your pride. Shoto looked at the fort with surprise. It has been barely a few minutes since he gave you all those necessities and now you were done. Not to mention he barely done anything like pillow forts when he was younger so it was new to him still. “How’d you do that so fast?”, he asked you, giving you a soft smile with that little taste of surprise in his eyes. “I could teach you a few pointers some time, then maybe we could build together!”, you replied to him happily, making his cheeks warm with a happy blush as he watched your expression of pure joy and pride. “Sounds like fun (Y/N). How about I teach you something in return?”, He asks, having something in mind to return the favor. “Oh? And what’s that?”, you asked, curious what was on his mind. “Come on, I’ll show you”, he waved you over and takes you into the kitchen.

The stove was luckily a gas one so it was connected to the electricity, except for the clock and oven of course. He gets a small pot out and places it on the stove, making you more interested in what he was going to teach you. He then goes into the fridge and grabs some milk and chocolate bars. Then places them on the counter to the side of the stove. “First you got to melt some chocolate”, He says, lighting the stove with his quirk before breaking up the chocolate bars and dropping them into the pot. You were very interested when he began to melt the chocolate, starting to get an idea of what he was making. “What kind of chocolate?”, you asked. “Usually you use semi-sweet, but any will do as long as you add a pit of sugar if it has more cocoa in it”, He answers calmly, turning up the heat on the stove to help melt the chocolate better.

Once it was slightly melted he added the milk. “Add a little less than there is chocolate so you can add more milk later if needed”, He tells you. “So you don’t add too much and mess up”, you understood why, liking this little moment. “Exactly”, Shoto smiled at you, proud that he was teaching and sharing something he enjoyed doing. It felt good to him.  a warm feeling on the inside.

When the hot chocolate was ready he poured some into two mugs and added a little bit of whip cream on top of them. He had put away the ingredients and left the pot to cool on the stove that had been turned off. Then you two take your mugs of hot chocolate back to the pillow fort where you could sit and enjoy the sweet warmth together.

You giggled as you see the whipped cream get above his upper lip like a white mustache. “You got a little something right there Shoto”, you pointed to your upper lip to help show him where it was. He smiled and licked it off, enjoying the way you laughed. The moment peaceful and quiet, yet filled with the sounds and sights of your happiness. “Thanks, but I think you something there too”, He said in a teasing way, but he got smooth as he inched closer to you, “let me help…”. Shoto leaned in, his eyes slowly closing. Taking the hint you leaned in too, closing your eyes thinking it’ll just happen nice and sweet. However, the kiss never happened.

The sound of stomping shoes came from the doorway with a slight chill of the frosty air breezing through the common room. Your eyes open as you frowned, Todoroki head turned as he looked towards where the sounds had come from. The peace was broken as Denki called out into the common room, “Hey! Todoroki! (Y/N)! You wanna get some lunch with us?”. Shoto sighs quietly and takes his hot chocolate and comes out of the pillow fort. You wiped off your whipped cream mustache and crawl out of the fort too, knowing you probably wouldn’t get that kiss until the others weren’t looking.  

You two went out with Denki, Mina, and Sero who had been heading out for lunch when they had stopped by the dorms to ask you two to come with since they thought it would be a nice thing to do. However, it ruined a moment you shared, which you were a little upset by. Shoto was being quiet, telling you he too was upset by the intrusion. They take you and Todoroki to a little place to eat. It wasn’t anything fancy but enough to get a warm meal and hang out as friends. Todoroki and you sat next to each other, sneaking glances when no one looking. Mina, Denki, and Sero, all went up to the pick up to get the ordered food for all five of you. Letting you and Todoroki have some time to talk to one another alone.

“You could have sneaked a little kiss you know. It’s not that bad they were there”, You whispered to Shoto. He replied, “I know, but it’s a habit”. Todoroki then leaned in and planted a short kiss upon your lips before pulling away. “Satisfied my dear?”, he asked, smiling in a teasing way. “Never, your too good”, you replied with a matching smile.

I feel like Shoto has a slight problem with PDA. like he’s shy/quiet when he’s around others but when he’s alone with someone he becomes something else that makes your head turn and say; “He was hiding this? Why?!”. Just my opinion though. But he’s definitely hiding aside from others that he’d only show his S/O.

I’ve got lots more requests to complete still after this one, but I’m gonna take a break tonight from writing and continue on an artwork I’ve been trying to complete. Tomorrow I’ll keep writing since I’ll sure have all day to do so.

Remember anyone can request headcanons and one-shots. Any rules are in the Ask Detail page on my blog.

My Silicon Valley Comic Con Experience! (I’m very wordy so just a heads up there.)

My adventure started out very early at five a.m to be exact. We (my mother and I) drove, a little too fast, to San Jose making it just early enough to do everything we needed AND get a good place in line. As I stood in line, Biff from Back to the Future welcomed us from a balcony. (Or at least that’s what the video says, he just looked like he was yelling to me.) 
We were let inside (early!) and we hurried up the stairs to the main convention center where a robot and R2D2 awaited us. After a little bit, the doors flung open, and Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak drove out on a segway accompanied by a host of R2 units. (There was so many of them holy shit.) 

After that, my mom and I explored the main show floor. There was a lot of cool stuff. (I bought some pins and that sweet behind the scenes photo). I will say a lot of the stuff i saw could be bought online which made me less inclined to buy any of it. We walked around for quite some time, there was a lot to see. A lot of amazing cosplays. My favorites included; A group of guys dressed up as literal Star Trek ships, a gender-bent Ash Williams from Evil Dead, pictured here: 

A spot.on. Mcgonagall cosplay, a Deadpool cosplay and while there were 100 of those this one was really capturing the DP spirit. Also, while her costume wasn’t amazing, it was store bought, i saw a little girl dressed as Xena and complimented her on it because it’s Xena of course! She was very shy and her mother did all the talking but I thought it was cute.  Another EXCELLENT one, was a guy dressed up as Bob from Bob’s Burgers with the spice rack around his arms, it was fantastic. There were so many cool creative costumes I wish I could have taken pictures of them all but my phone has the worlds shittiest camera. But if you look around online you can take a peek at all the cool costumes. As we were looking around Steve Wozniak drove by me on a segway so no big deal.

OKAY OKAY, now let’s talk about the most important part. 

Brent. Jay. Spiner. 

First, I want to thank @cvptainmccoy because if she hadn’t told me that she was waiting in line for Brent’s autograph I wouldn’t have known he was there. So thank you my dear! 
When I received that text from Chloe I was like : 

Originally posted by probablytotheleft

So I ran over to “celebrity row”, there aren’t celebrities working on their rowing so don’t get too excited. I turned the corner to the Star Trek sort of area and BAM there was Brent. I literally gasped, I didn’t expect him to be there at all. Turns out he wasn’t supposed to be and had wandered away from the photo op he was supposed to be at.  It was so surreal to see him at first. I felt like I needed an eye exam because there was his…face. Right before me in all it’s dorky glory. And just like that he was gone, headed for the group photo-op. (You can check out @cvptainmccoy if you want to see how that looked. She got to pose with the whole gang.) 

So I got in line and my mother joined me for a while, which while it was a tad embarrassing because that’s how moms are, it was nice to have someone to talk to to help me calm down. I was nervous, shaking at that point. 

While we waited, our line was being reorganized for VIP ticket holders, because that need to be a thing. As THAT was happening a woman straight up passed out in front of us. I went over to an attendant who didn’t know what was happening and was like, “Hey, so just thought you would like to know a woman passed out.” He didn’t do much so that was wild. But she was fine after that. (My mom told me later that she had cancer so that may have been a factor. She got to go first in line so clearly this was all an extreme tactic to get ahead.) 
While we were in line I met a woman named Andrea who had a tribble and a big crush on Data. At some point we switched energies because where I started out very nervous and her very calm. When she met Brent she couldn’t even talk and I wasn’t at all nervous and we had a quick conversation so thanks Andrea! 

We waited in line for quite some time, just chatting and stuff. Finally the crew came out. Brent walked over to the line and we cheered. He pretended to cry saying, “All this for me? Thanks guys.”  
So he started signing. And I had time to process and take him in. (Which means staring at him, a lot. I know this is obvious but he’s very good looking.) I was getting pretty close to the end of the line when who should walk over but Jonathan Frakes! 

He stops and looks at Brent and yells in a southern accent, “HEY, YOU’RE DATA! YOU’RE MY FAVORITE!” 
Brent is very amused. And he asks, “Whatcha go there, sir?” Indicating at the drink Frakes was holding. 

Frakes replied in that same accent, “ I GOT MYSELF AN ARNIE PALMER.” Then he yelled, “CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU MISTER DATA?” 

Brent shook his head and was like, “How about I punch you in the face?” 
Then Frakes looked over at Marina Sirtis who was at the table next to Brents. And was like, “MARINA SIRETIS!,” he pronounced it like that and it was great, “MIZ MARINA YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE YOU!” 
Marina was laughing pretty hard.

After that Brent and Jonathan were chatting and I could only just hear their conversation but not enough to hear what it was about or anything. But I took a picture: 

So finally, it was my turn. Or at least, I thought it was. A dude came over who apparently knew Brent and gave him a hug and said hello. They talked for SOME TIME and Brent was lucky that a patient person was waiting because someone else would have been pretty mad. But I got to hear him talk casually so that was nice. Apparently he’s, “moving houses” and he’ll “definitely read that book you recommended”.  

 I started up a conversation with the attendant next to me and she was very nice, studying to be a paralegal.  Yeah, I could have reason to be angry about having to wait an extra five minutes. And I could blame Brent or the guy but honestly I was just happy to spend a few extra minutes nearby cause it made me feel more calm and also extra time with B*ent!!

So FINALLY it was my turn, the transcript is as follows: 

B: Hey how are ya? 

J: Good! 

I handed him the hat I wanted him to sign. 

B: Well, what’s this?
J: It’s a hat! 

B: And what do you want me to do with this?

J: I want you to sign it!

B: I don’t know if I want to sign it. 

J: You can do what you want.  I couldn’t care less. I’m just here to see you.

B in a British accent: I suppose I’ll sign this. Now where should I sign this?

He begins to flip that hat around. 

B: Here? What about here? 

J:  You can sign anywhere you want.Though I do think my friend wanted it under the bill of the hat so she could look at it all the time.

B: Well, luckily, I have this silver pen right here so I CAN sign it. 

(My mom took a picture just as he was saying that. She was poised in the distance taking pictures in a small time actors empty photo line because she’s very cruel.) 

Brent begins to sign the hat. 

J: I wanted to compliment you on your performance in Outcast. You are a very compelling villain. 

B: That’s a great show isn’t it! 
J: Yes it is! 
B: Spoiler free, season two is VERY good. 

J: Yeah I can’t wait to see it! (I didn’t want to reveal my secret pirate life.) 

B: I think it’s out in Europe now. There’s probably some way to get it. (There is but he can’t know that.) 

There was like a quick pause between us. Then I said: 

J: Well, thank you 

B: Thank you! 

And I wandered back into the crowd with a little smile on my face. I also, for a friend, laid my eyes on Tom Felton. Who had just, very lazily, sauntered over to his table with a coffee. (He was very cute.)

After that my mom and I went to get food. (Well she ate, but I didn’t cause I was so pumped. I ate very little that day.) While she ate, I went and wandered around the convention center. Only stopping to scarf down a jelly donut.

I saw a few other star trek actors just walking around (Kira and Uhura). And just like that, the photo-op arrived. I scuttled over to the line and began to wait. (Not nearly as long  a wait time as the autograph line.) While in line a woman told me i looked like Tasha Yar. She also told me she hoped Brent would sign her Data doll. I felt bad for her because I doubted he would in a photo line. She also said, “I’m so nervous!” 

To which I replied, “ Don’t be! I met him earlier he’s a total jerk!” (In jest of course.)

They began to file people in. Soon it was my turn. I stopped, waiting for the next person, the attendant smiled at me saying, “Are you ready?” I smiled back and said yes. I wasn’t at all nervous this time cause I already had met him. 
My turn came and Brent looked at me and said, with familiarity, “Hey! how are you?” 
I replied, “Good!” I would have asked the same or said something a bit more witty but time was not on my side. 
We took the picture. (I’m going to go into creepy detail here so bare with me.)
I touched his back and he put his hand around my waist. He was very warm. Like his hand was surprisingly warm?? And I reveled in the moment.

But anyway we took the picture. I was already walking out when I called back, “Thank you!” And he called back, he almost sounded surprised that I had said it, “Thank you!” 

And that was it! I collected my picture. And began to laugh hysterically, much to the amusement of everyone around me, because Brent and I smile the same way.  That’s going to entertain me forever.
After that I went to a panel called “The Future of Humanity in Entertainment” with the writers of Battlestar Galactica, TNG, and someone from LucasFilms. They discussed how sci-fi shapes science and it was very interesting. Though I was very tired and still riding off my post-Brent high so I was a little distracted.That was the only panel I went to but I enjoyed it. 
After that I met up with @cvptainmccoy, who is probably sick of me tagging her but tough, and her friends. We walked around and talked about our celebrity experiences. I was really happy to meet them. They were all very nice and made me glad that I interact with people on tumblr. 

By then I was getting very tired. My mother asked that we go since it was almost seven and she may be too tired to drive back if we stayed any later. Which was fine because I was just about ready to pass out myself and my feet were hurting me. (I wore nice shoes and accepted the consequences haha.) 

So  I said goodbye to my new friends and headed home. Staring at my picture of Brent and me the whole time. 
It was a wonderful first con. I can’t wait to go back to another one. (And hopefully meet Brent again because I REFUSE to quit.) 

I am so proud to be a nerd. When you go to a con there is a sense of belonging. Everyone understands each other and revels in our weirdness, our awkwardness, and our passions. Even now thinking about it I’m tearing up thinking about it because it was just an absolute delight. 

Thank you Silicon Valley Comic Con, Thank you @cvptainmccoy and thank you Brent Spiner.

spookyfoot  asked:

cosplay!victor au, be still my heart.

*slides in weeks late with Starbucks like Goth!Victor*

When Yuuri was thirteen, his mom let him go to Otakon for the first time with Yuuko and Takeshi. Mari got roped into being their chaperone, though she didn’t mind once she saw all the visual-kei merch in the dealer’s room. Yuuri saved up for months himself, and he got the best Nia from Gurren Lagann figure he’d ever seen! They weren’t old enough to browse the doujinshi, but they looked in awe at all the art in the AA and Yuuri hesitantly met his favorite mangaka, eyes wide as they autographed his art book.

Before they had to absolutely go home, they decided to watch the cosplay contest. Yuuri was curious, because he’d seen all the cosplayers all day in the halls—people in giant robot costumes using stilts made of thermoplastics, girls in eleaborately sewn couture creations with beadwork and gems, more casual groups in matching school uniforms…it all seemed like such hard work! He would shyly ask for photos with his faves, and they were all very kind!

The contest was exciting though—actual performances and skits! Props! Maybe easily made and collaspable sets! Plus elegtantly constucted costumes—it all seemed so amazing.

The lights dimmed in the convention center, and a man dressed like Duo Maxwell introduced himself as the night’s emcee. There were 28 skits in total, he said, and they would begin with the child entries. Cute little girls dressed like Hikaru from Angelic Layer, a boy on a fluffy cloud skateboard as young Gogku from Dragon Ball—Yuuri never had any idea kids could cosplay! It was cute and interesting!

The novices came after, and for some reason the audience would randomly chant the word “chair” over and over. He didn’t get it, neither did Yuu-chan or Takeshi, but they all joined in with bright smiles, including Mari. The skits were all over the place throughout the event, some good, some almost poisonous, some just outright weird.

But then…the last one happened.

There were so many pieces and people, all of them in these beautiful costumes from Symphony of the Night, and the main boy was Alucard. He had this long, perfect silver hair as he whirled around the stage in elaborate choreography with his compatriots, fighting to a beautiful piece of instrumental music. 

Yuuri could only watch in utter wonder. This was cosplay? This was possible? People could make such a beautiful intersection of art, drama, dance, and fashion as a hobby and for fun? 

Judging from the awed silence, the audience agreed. When the skit ended, the cast took their bows to a standing ovation. 

It was then intermission while the judges deliberated, and after they showed the music video winners (a brillaint one of a show Yuuri knew in passing called Princess Tutu to Swedish music made him immediately decide to marathon it at home somehow) the Hall Contest Judges came onto the stage to announce their winners and give their own prizes. 

One judge, a professional costumer for theater and sci-fi productions, took the mic. “My special award, and also the winner today’s Best Masters Category, is for Victor Nikiforov in his Yue from Card Captor Sakura!”

A man comes on stage with a bright smile—it’s the Alucard! Yes, Yuuri thinks, he’d be so beautiful as Yue, and they do show a still shot of him from earlier—he did the wings, he looked so angelic and beautiful—

Yuuri wishes he could have been his Kinomoto Toya. 

The Masquerade judges return and they announce the winners, but bit by bit nothing gets said about the Castlevania sketch. Yuuri moves to the actual edge of the chair, his palms sweating like he’s in the skit, like he spent months working and rehearsing—

“And Best in Show goes to—Castlevania: Symphony of the Night!” the emcee shouts as the whole audience screams. Victor and his castmates come out and accept a huge crystal trophy and a box of prizes. Flashbulbs go off like lighting as they pose for group photos onstage. 

Yuuri blinks and swallows. I want to do this, he decides. I want to be up there—I want to compete on the same stage as Victor! I want to win and get his respect!

He’s being woken up for chores the next morning when he asks his mom if she still has her old sewing machine, and if he can get lessons from the local fabric store.

Shout to @ceiphiedknight for Yuuri being a Nia fanboy and @lemonyoi because this is partially her bad and @katsukiyuuristrophyhusband for the ask.


So this might not be something some people like. It mentions abortion, and while I’m not saying that they are wrong, the reader in this story is against them.


You pace back and forth in front of the bathroom. You had just taken a pregnancy test. You had been sick for the past week and your period was late. Jim had been called to the bridge, you hadn’t wanted him to be here when you took the test, you also hadn’t wanted Bones to give you the test. You were young, only 20 compared to Jim’s 26. You were one of the nurses on the Enterprise, and with the constant danger the ship was in you knew that this wasn’t the place to bring a child. Plus, your relationship with Ji was fairly new, you hadn’t even been dating a year yet.

“Why didn’t we use a condom?!?”

Your head snaps up when you hear the timer go off. Hesitantly you step into the bathroom, and let out a sob when you see the results. All 5 tests were positive. You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Jim Kirk’s baby.

“Nonono! God damnit!”

There is a beep as Jim keys in the code for your room, “Babe! I’m back!”

“Shit” you quickly gather up all of the pregnancy tests and shove them in the trash can. You had intended to destroy them, but Jim was back a little earlier than you thought he would be.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Jimmy. Just don’t feel good”

Jim walked into the bathroom with you, “You should really go down to Medbay and seen Bones, I hate to see you so sick. Maybe Bones can give you something for the nausea”

You turn around and curl yourself into Jim’s chest, “Okay, I will”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you. Now I have to pee, can you wait on the bed for me?”

As soon as you sit down on the bed you remember the tests that were in the trash. You draw your knees up to your chest and let out a groan, waiting for the inevitable. Jim was a Starfleet Captain and a genius, no way in hell would he miss the tests.

“Babe? What are these?”

You glance up and see Jim holding the pregnancy tests, he looks pissed, “I think you know that those are, Jimmy”

“Don’t act fucking cute. You’re pregnant? I thought you were on the pill!”

“I am on the pill! You know the pill isn’t 100%! I told you that before you stopped wearing a condom!”

Jim rkes his hands through his hair, “Fuck! I can’t take care of a kid! You can’t take care of a kid! We’re on a Starship for God’s sake! I can barely take care of myself! How are we going to do this?”

“I don’t know, Jim, we’ll figure it out”

“What about an abortion? You can get one of those right? Bones can give you one right now!”

Your eyes widen, one hand pressing against your stomach, “What?”

“It’s just an option, Y/N …”

“Just a fucking options!! You want me to kill my baby! Our baby, James!”

“That’s not what I meant”

“Then what the fuck did you mean? You stand up from the couch, hand still posed protectively over your stomach, I think it would be best if I spent the night somewhere else”

“No, babe! You don’t need to do that! I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, you don’t have to leave” Jim’s eyes pleaded with you to reconsider, but you can’t even look at him right now. You might not know how you are going to take care of a child, but you are damn sure that you won’t be killing it.

“I suggest you move, Jim. I’m packing a bag, and I’m leaving. Are you going to force me to stay?”

“I wouldn’t force you to do anything! It was just a suggestion!”

With a snarl you shove past Jim going into your room, “It was a bad fucking suggestion, asshole”

You end up in Nyota’s room. You had commed her and told her everything, 5 minutes later she was outside your room. She was curt what she greeted Jim, and immediately headed to the bedroom, where you were sitting.

“Hey, Ny”

“Hey, Y/N. So you’re gonna stay with me tonight? I set up a spare bed for you, are you ready?”

You nod wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “Yeah, I’m ready to go. I just can’t believe that he would say something like that to me, that he would even think that I would entertain that idea!”

Nyota gently pulls you into a hug, “The Captain is an impulsive man. I don’t think he meant to upset you, he just blurted out that first thing that came to mind. He probably thought that he was helping.”

“I know, I just can’t look at him right not, I don’t want to say something that I will regret.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You’ll talk to him tomorrow, when you both settle down a bit. The two of you have a lot to talk about, and I think that Jim is already starting to regret what he said earlier.”

“Alright. Let’s go. Can you tell Jim that I’ll talk to him tomorrow?”

“Sure. I’ll tell him that he had better keep his distance until tomorrow”

“Thanks, Ny”

“No problem, Y/N”

The next day you woke up feeling horrible. You had gotten very little sleep last night; you always struggle when you try to sleep without Jim. Sleeping in the same bed with someone for almost a year always made it hard to sleep alone.

“Good, you are awake. The Captain has been standing outside of the door for almost two hours waiting for you to wake up” Spock said, rising out of the chair next to your bed.

You roll over and curl around a pillow, “What are you doing here, Spock?”

“I did not want Jim to try and wake you up. I though it better for me to sit here, then let him come in. Also, Nyota informed me that if the Captain was to enter without your permission, then I would have to find somewhere else to sleep”

“Thanks, Spock, but can you send him in now? We really need to talk”

Spock just raised one eyebrow, “I do not like to see you upset, Y/N. You are aware that if Jim neglects his duties as father the rest of the Enterprise crew will be willing to assist you”

Your eyes widen in shock, Spock was telling you that everyone would help, that he would try to keep you on the ship. You yank Spock into a hug, “Thank you. You don’t know how much that means to me”

“It means a lot to me too” stiffly Spock steps out of your hold, “I’m glad that you would be willing to help her Spock”

“Thanks are not necessary Captain. I am sure that many crew members, including myself, would be displeased if you were to leave Y/N at this time, though”

You chuckle, “If I didn’t know you any better, Spock, I would say that you just threatened your Captain. Why don’t you join the rest of the command crew in the mess, we’ll join you in a little while”

Spock nods and turns to exit the room, leaving you and Jim alone, “Y/N listen …”

“No you listen. My mom was 18 when she gave birth to me, she could have aborted me, she could have lived her life normally, but she chose to keep me. She chose to raise me to be the woman that I am today. I will not punish an innocent child because of our mistake. I am going to love and raise this child, because that is what every child deserves”

Jim sat down on the side of the bed and took your hand “I know you will, and you will be an amazing mom. I wanted to apologize for what I said. I’m so sorry that I suggested something like that. I was so scared, so so scared that I would be a horrible father that I would be a disappointment to you and to our baby that I panicked.”

“I understand, Jim. I also understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore. A baby is a huge commitment, and I don’t want you to feel trapped …”

“You get that thought out of your head right now. I am here for you, and for the baby. I love you. I love you so much that even the thought of being without you is painful, and I know that I will love this baby. I was awake all night, thinking. Thinking about everything that we will have to do to prepare for the baby, and I realized that the unknown might be terrifying, but the thought of a family is worth it. I mean if I was that terrified of the unknown I wouldn’t be the youngest Captain in Starfleet”

You can feel tears build up in your eyes ad flung your arms around Jim, “I really thought you were going to leave us” you sob, “I was so mad at you, and I was so scared that I would have to do this alone”

“Don’t you ever think that. You’ll never be alone again, especially when we announce that you’re pregnant to the rest of the crew! You are gonna beg for everyone to leave you alone”

Reaching out you pull him closer, brushing your lips against his, “I never what you to leave me alone, Jimmy”

Jim leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Then he leans down even further, until he is practically lying on the bed, and gives your still flat stomach a gently kiss, “You are going to be the most spoiled child in the whole wide world.”

You giggle, “That they will be” You give Jim’s shoulder a shove, “Now get up, I’m hungry! Let’s see if I can convince the replicator to give us some French toast!”

Jim watches as you get dressed, and quietly takes your hand. The two of you are a united force, ready to overcome any circumstance. You have your ups and downs, your misunderstandings, but you both know that you truly love each other, and as long as you love each other, you can overcome anything.

Acoustic (Jack Barakat) (All Time Low)

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Every time we come back to Baltimore I always make sure I get to see this amazing girl at a small club not many people knew about. I was friends with the owner because All Time Low had played here a few times before getting signed. The girl in question was y/f/n y/l/n, she played an acoustic set made up of covers and a few original songs thrown in. She had an amazing vocal range which made her covers sound like they could be one of her originals.

I wanted to tell her how good she was but every time she finished her set I got nervous. Tonight though I was going to speak to her, musician to musician. I got a beer and found a secluded spot away from the crowd which seemed to grow each time I came, y/n was very popular online and a joy to watch live.

The lights dimmed and she came on stage holding a guitar which had seen better days before she sat on the stool set up for her. The crowd cheered and she thanked them for coming before diving into her set.

1. Bring Me To Life – Evanescence

2. Drown – Bring Me The Horizon

3. Angel Tears – Original

4. Call Me Back – Original

5. Silence – Original

6. Still Into You – Paramore

7. Time Bomb – All Time Low

8. Ripped Jeans – Original

9. Dance With The Devil – Original

10. Wrecking Ball – Miley Cyrus

I was happy she played an All Time Low song, though she always tried to include at least one in her sets. Ripped Jeans and Angel Tears were new songs, it was good to see her playing more original material because it showed her growth as an artist and as a writer. Now I just needed to tell her all this.


The crowd went wild; they seemed to really like the new material.

“Thank you for coming out tonight all you lovely people. I do this for you guys so go forth and share on social media, until next time goodnight.”

You throw a few picks into the crowd before leaving the stage. It was a thrill performing, though you did dream of bigger stages and maybe a couple more members to take your songs to the next level.

You loved your fans and happily posed for pictures and signed things. You then order a beer and relax at the bar already planning the set list for your next performance unaware that someone was behind you until they cleared their throat and made you jump slightly. You turn on the stool and nearly choke on your beer upon coming face to face with Jack Barakat, had he heard you perform his bands song? What if he came over to say he hated it, you didn’t think you could cope if your idol hated on your voice.

“Can I just say wow y/n, your set was amazing especially Angel Tears. I swear you get better each time I see you perform, and no that wasn’t meant to come across as creepy.”

“You’ve seen me perform before Jack?”

He nods and slides onto the stool next to you before ordering himself a beer.

“At first I stumbled upon you around a year ago when All Time Low were back in town. But now I make sure to catch your set every time I come back, before tonight I was too nervous to approach you.”

You were slightly flattered that the Jack Barakat was a fan of yours. It was also cute how he was nervous to talk to you, if you’d known he was watching you all these times maybe he could have come on stage and performed with you.

“Why thank you Jack. I watch All Time Low whenever you guys are in town. I’m glad you came over tonight.”

Jack laughs and sips his beer.

“So am I, so can I be a fangirl and ask for a picture and an autograph?”

You nod and blush when he drapes his arm casually over your shoulder before pulling out his phone, well you could tick this off your bucket list. This night couldn’t get any better.


Day 2 (January 14th) Part 2:

After lunch with #Bactus:

it was time to go handle other business. We split up here, with some of going to the Costume Panel and others going for autographs, unfortunately the costume panel with Wendy Biscuit was cancelled with no notice and the autograph lines were horrendous so we wound up just charging our phones and chatting for a bit until the Delinquent Panel, which featured Eliza, Bob, Chris, Richard, Jarod, Chelsey and Katie (Lindsey was supposed to be on the panel, but she was still not at the even yet). 

I was actually a bit late to the Delinquent Panel because I had my Bob photo op pictured here:

He’s a genuine sweetheart guys. Like, he remembered my name from the quick meeting we had at the panel in the morning, said he liked my hair, and asked if I’d eaten (he smells like mint-he was eating one-and super clean laundry, btw), before saying he had. When he asked how I wanted us to pose, I just asked for a hug and he said “Of course!!” He gave me a real hug first and then we did the side hug for the photo.

Then I joined the other gals in waiting for another Bob photo op, because Jen had two. After Gina, Sam and Jen took their individual ops, we all ran back for a group, which made Bob really smile, he was super surprised:

We finally made it to the Delinquent Panel and here’s the relevant info I gathered from there:

Everyone got their Custom Funko Pops, they were all super pleased (Sachin cat called from the audience because he didn’t get one).

They talked about their character’s ages, with Bob pointing out Bellamy isn’t really a Delinquent, Bob said Bellamy is about 24) so he must have had a birthday on the ground, same as Clarke. 

This is Harper’s biggest Season thus far (which makes sense because she’s finally a series regular).

Clark says that the Jonty high five in the trailer is a good indicator of the promise for Jonty this Season.

Bob said Bellamy thinks Octavia is responsible for Monroe’s death (which I agree with.)

When asked why they sided with Pike, Monty said it was for his mother (which I’ve always thought, so good to have that confirmed!). Jarod (who was anti-Pike) said it was because Pike was a Brother (another black man) and that the others wouldn’t understand.) Someone reminded him he was anti-Pike, it was funny. 

Jarod said he gets nervous working with Bob because he respects his ability as an actor so much.

Murphy had a lot of respect for Pike by the end of the Season, Richard loves Murphy’s relentlessness. 

Clarke’s emotional side comes from Jake, while Abby is where she gets her diplomatic/political stuff from.

They all joked about being chipped or “chip-faced”. 

Eliza said Monty is her all time favorite character on the show. 

When asked which other show they’d like to be on: Eliza said Broad City, Bob said Black Mirror (everyone cheered), Chelsey said Homeland. 

Richard said he thinks Murphy and Bellamy are back to some semblance of mistake and Bob made like…a “sure, Jan” noise. 

Season 4 has a huge power imbalance, with no real Chancellor or Commander and so the power shift is tumultuous.

There will be a mutual respect between the Delinquents and the adults because they all have to collectively come together. 


After the Panel was over, I had a few more photo ops scheduled, so I took care of those:

The Bad Boys op with Jarod, Bob and Richard. Sachin snorted when he heard their op was called “The Bad Boys”, lol:

I asked them to do a Charlie’s Angel pose, with me as Charlie, presenting my angels. Bob still looks too innocent (He can’t help it), but Richard’s face is perf!

I also squeezed in my Jarod Joseph photo op, I wanted to do the “Unfriendly Black Hotties” thing-Jarod, nailed it, me-unsure:

I missed the Camp Jaha Panel, because I was given a random free Meet and Greet with Luisa d’Oliveira.

Luisa is the sweetest, she started off by asking everyone where we were from (and remembered every place). She was so genuine guys. She doesn’t seem to realize that people actual like her outside of the Memori relationship. 

@adancergirl did a thorough write up of this, so I’m linking that here:



Then I shot over to get my Photo Op with Lindsey “Actual Angel” Morgan done:

After that was done it was time for the Grounder/Mt. Weather Panel which featured Chris, Jarod, Chelsey, Tasya, Luisa and Jessica.

Chris was late and walked on to the stage looking like a hipster college student. (He wears a backpack everywhere guys and he always has his hood up, it’s adorbs).

Tasya confirmed that Echo is a royal guard for the Ice Nation and said there will be more Becho interaction this Season. Bellamy is the only Arkadian that Echo trusts (although we don’t know if that sentiment is returned-I expect to see some tension here!)

Jessica said it’s pretty obvious when you start watching Season 4 where Niylah’s allegiance lies. She’s super funny, btw. 

Chris is so deadpan guys. Like, his humor is out of this world. I love it. 

My favorite Chris quote was: “When Jarod’s hand was on my knee in episode 210, I’ve never felt warmer.”

He asked how many people shipped Minty by show of hands (and then Marper). It was about even and Chelsey raised her hand for both options. 

Chris wanted a photo of the audience but he doesn’t have a smart phone (according to Jessica it’s a flip phone) and so he took out an Old School  disposable camera that he’d just bought from London Drugs and took a picture of one side of the crowd, forgot to roll the film forward, so had to pause and do it, and then the other side. Jarod shook his head and laughed. 

When asked which character they’d like to play other than their own everyone but Jarod said Bellamy. Jarod said Monty, because he’s like a cat-to which Chris replied “What?”

Marper was organic and not planned at all. They often didn’t have lines in Season 2, but were told to do things in the background, so Chris and Chelsey discussed what they would do in the situation if this was real (after Harper has her butt drilled) and Chris said “Well, we’re friends, so I’d try to make you feel better” and this is where the cup scene originates. 

Chelsey said they kept improvising those little scenes in the background and eventually the writer’s must have picked up on it and actually made Marper canon. 

Chris closed the panel with the following: He asked how many people had ever been in a breakup that was so bad that you thought you’d never love again, lots of people raised their hands, including all of the cast and then he said:

“Monty and Harper are at a position where they are super excited and super terrified because they are starting something new and they’re sharing so much with each other so when that person leaves you it can be soul destroying. Welcome to Unity Days.”

Everyone cracked up and that was the end of that panel.


Then  I ran up to get my final two autographs of the day, both from Bob. I gave him #Bactus and a handwritten card first, he smiled super big when I gave him Bactus and he and his manager both laughed when I explained it’s name, he said that was clever. 

I asked him to sign my “Bellamy Blake Protection Squad Shirt” with @indygoh‘s art on it:

and the postcard I won in the Cancer Gets LOST silent auction. He loved the BBPS shirt and said, sometimes Bellamy needs some backup and he and his manager said that the postcard’s artwork was cute. While I was leaving, he said “Thanks for Bactus, April.”

And I died on the inside because he remembered my name from hours before.

After the Convention closed for the evening, everyone gathered in my room and we had an impromptu pizza party where we just in person meta’d (and I got teary about Lincoln-which was super embarrassing) and it was such a great night, because talking in person is always so much easier than online.

We hung out pretty late, until most of us were sleepy and then parted ways to get ready for Unity Days Part 3.