dim time

I had an idea and I thought it would be cool to write it out! It’s a really rough idea of what could possibly be a fic??? But honestly, who knows?


“Papa!” Peter cried out happily, reaching out for Tony from within Steve’s arms. Tony grinned, taking Peter before placing him on his hip and placing a kiss on his son’s forehead. 

“Petey!” Tony exclaimed, chuckling as he tickled Peter’s stomach, loving the pure sounds of laughter which came from him. “How was your weekend with Pops?” Tony asked, “Was it fun?”

“Yeah, it was!” Peter nodded frantically before launching into a whole explanation of what they had done that weekend. Tony listened avidly, gasping and ah-hing at all the right moments as Peter made grand gestures. 

All the while, Steve watched them with a soft smile on his face, taking in the sight of them never failing to warm his heart. He didn’t interrupt and answered whenever Peter asked him a question or included him in the conversation. 

They were all laughing together, like the family that they once were. 

“Alright, I’m going to say goodbye to Pops,” Tony explained to Peter as he placed him down. “And I’ll be in in a minute, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter replied before rushing forward and giving Steve a huge hug. “Bye, Pops, I love you.”

“I love you too, Petey,” Steve said, wrapping his arms around Peter tightly. “I’ll see you next weekend, okay?”

“And we’ll go to the zoo?” Peter asked.

“We’ll see,” Steve replied, grinning as Peter rolled his eyes, he learned that from Tony, before pecking his cheek and running into the house. 

“He has so much energy,” Tony says fondly. “I honestly wonder how I’m going to get him asleep tonight,”

“Ah, I tired him out pretty well at the park,” Steve assures him, smiling. “He also had an awesome time at the National Museum, he didn’t want to leave,”

“I can imagine that,” Tony said, the both of them laughing before it got silent.

“How are you doing, Steve?” Tony finally asked, leaning against the door frame as he gazed at Steve. “I heard that you’re having a showcase at the art gallery, that’s great!”

“Thanks, it’s actually still such a shock,” Steve said, his hands going into his pockets, a shy gesture. “I’m sort of waiting to wake up from a dream because it doesn’t feel real,”

“But it is,” Tony said. “You shouldn’t be surprised, you’ve always been such a talented artist,”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve always had such faith in me,”

Tony grinned. “Well, I’m your biggest fan.”

Those words were simple but were incredibly important and held so much love. Steve remembered Tony telling him this, curled up on their couch in their first apartment together.

Tony seemed to have had remembered that memory too, his grin turning into a wistful smile as he glanced away. 

“Hey, babe,” That was the familiar voice of Peter Quill as he stuck his head around the corner, a giggling Peter Stark-Rogers on his shoulders. “You okay out there?”

“I’m fine!” Tony told him, wistful smile turning warm as he looked at his two favorite boys. “I’ll be in in a minute,”

“Alright,” Peter said before smiling and giving a friendly wave. “Hey, Steve,”

“Hey, Peter,” Steve said, his smile light as he waved in return and soon, the two Peters were off again, the sound of dinosaur roars and giggles muffled as they reached the living room. 

Tony turned back and sighed as he hid his hands in the too-long sleeves of his sweatshirt. “So, I’ll see you around?”

Steve nodded, not exactly sure not to feel anymore, as he takes a few steps backwards. 

“I’ll see you around,” he says, waving before turning around and heading towards his car, hearing the door close as he left. 

It never got easier to see Tony with someone else, it never got easier to see Peter laugh and play with a man who has somehow taken his place. 

The jealousy was always there, but it dimmed over time because there wasn’t a lot he could do now. The relationship that he and Tony had was special, special beyond anything else that Steve had ever experienced and it was painful, having it slip from between his fingers. 

He glanced back at the house, noticing someone peeking through a window near the entrance before they left. 

It would never get easier. 

Julian has become so much more withdrawn and sad since he came back from the dominion prison camp. Which is understandable. But seeing the loss of so much about him is hard to bear. We only occasionally get glances of the smiling, up for anything doctor he was before.

Garak said it best when Julian asked him how he could be a Vulcan when he’s got that boyish smile.

“Not so boyish anymore.”

Bashir has lost the innocence associated with his character.

anonymous asked:

hello i just wanted to yell abt this to someone but i feel jake's ig mostly has pics with amy in it. like it's not a conscious thing ?? but one day he's looking through it and he's like omg this is p much all amy with a bunch of !!!!!!!!! dork as captions il

hi!! Come and yell to me whenever I love this!! ️<3 I got so carried away w this and was making notes about it on my phone for ages

SO: okay yes ABSOLUTELY this is the truth and even if he knows he’s doing it he 100% tries to be slick about it/act like it’s nothing at first??? I’m gonna throw in some headcanons that nobody asked for to explain myself bc I’m sad and love this idea so much:

  • Jake’s had an Instagram account since 2011, largely because Gina forced him to open one and be her first follower (which obvs turned out to b the first of thousands)
  • 95% of his posts, to start, are just him doing Stupid-Fun-Jake-Shit! e.g. Splash Mountain / meeting Regis Philbin / eating a mountain of sausages w his dad / him and the squad in a booth at Shaw’s, pulling faces
  • Amy obviously begins appearing on his account LONG BEFORE they actually begin a romantic relationship; and it’s all teasing/mocking e.g.        - A picture of their two desks with the caption “guess who’s the most fun?”  
    - A picture of Amy working hard at her desk, fixated on her computer- looking completely beautiful, though that’s NOT why he took it, duh- with Gina in the background pulling a face at her                                                 - His crowning glory, and favourite Instagram post of all time, AKA the final post of their non-romantic relationship, taken only a couple of weeks before they kiss for the first time; a dim picture he took of Amy giggling like a lunatic in the passenger seat of his car on a stakeout, her face scrunched up as she clings onto her stomach with laughter. He posts it without a caption, unable to justify it- until Charles makes a comment at work about how “the best things in life need no explanation” and he promptly updates the caption to something under the lines of “memorialise this evidence of Santiago finding me funny" 

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One nice thing - Thomas Sanders ficlet

(Okay so this is a rewrite of the last video - Personality Q&A - not that it isn’t practically perfect in every way @thatsthat24 (yes Julie Andrews is a miracle whom we all don’t deserve in our lives but are thankful for) because it is practically perfect and I saw the reverse Missy that Anxiety pulls .. it’s just my brain went on a tangent)

One nice thing. 

Prince doubted Anxiety could say a nice thing about him nor he a nice thing about Anxiety.
 It’s not that there was no good things between them but they had a way of holding it over each other enough that it wasn’t worth telling. Which honestly he enjoyed and he knew Anxiety did too. What neither enjoyed was losing. So they declined to mention anything good about the other until forced and sometimes not even then.

He told Morality he made Logic furious, Logic that he was the most realistic, told them both they were morons most of the time. Then he got to Prince and stopped.

“Princey.” He stopped and sighed. Prince awaited, unsure what he was waiting for but slightly worried about the look on Anxiety’s face, “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this. But you’re the most handsome.”

“What?” Thomas, Morality and Prince asked in shock.

Logic had been already too wound up today by Morality so the bring back of last week’s conversation and having someone say something not only illogical but to back up Prince was too much. He yelled indignantly, “What?!”

To that Anxiety smirk stretched, giving in the game to Thomas and Morality. Logic however was still in the mode of trying to process the information and Prince had let it sink in as he fist-pumped.

“Yes! I knew you knew taste. I don’t ..not like you.” Prince started then trailed off as he conceded to saying he liked Anxiety.

“I can take that,” Anxiety nodded with acceptance, then his trademark smirk came back, “Mr. Singalong.”

“I like that name but I know you’re trying to be insulting so don’t push it, Sunshine.” Prince narrowed his eyes on Anxiety.

Logic however had only just had time to work through the shock, “How do you agree? It’s impossible, we all look the same!”

“Sort of but we all look like we’re part of indentical quintuplets, there’s plenty of differences in stature, attitude, style and self-care. That makes for change in look.”

“What kind of nonsense..” Logic huffed.

Only to be interrupted by Mortality, “The boy makes a point.”

A grumble of ‘not a boy’ can be heard.

“We look different from clothes to the way we stand to our neutral expressions. I’m sure plenty of people find every one of our styles including Thomas’ own as attractive.” Mortality continued. Logic looked at him with a look of ‘why are you so smart yet so dim all the time’. Ironically it proved Morality’s point as this was usually Anxiety’s go to shock expression and yet with Logic.being different it looked a lot different on him.

This was the time Prince decided to interrupt, “I just can’t help that I’m more handsome than all of you.”

Anxiety looked like he was starting to regret that decision so instead continued to watch Logic’s meltdown to make sure it was worth it. Morality gritted through his teeth, “Anx, I can’t believe you. I hope Prince milks the compliment for all its worth.”

To this Anxiety looked shocked by Morality’s bad wishing upon him and Thomas simply laughed and agreed. Prince was still away with the fairies.

“I’m sure that’s just Anx.” Morality reassured, “I’m sure lots of people find you more attractive, Logic. I know, let people vote!”

“Morality, I don’t know if that’ll make Logic fe..” Anxiety started.

“Yeah!!” Logic yelled, Anxiety slammed his mouth shut..

Thomas looked at his phone, “I mean. We don’t have to vote. I can see who people like most. You just all may not want to know. It’s not what you think.. But it’s not what you guys seem to expect.”

“Well now we have to know.”

“Ooh, now I’m curious.”

“Hit us with it, we can take it.”

“Go on, then.”

All 4 shouted.

“Okay. But you all have to take it well. Win or lose, yeah?” All 4 nodded. Thomas sighed, “Okay, bar myself, the collective opinion of the fans thinks … Anxiety is the most attractive. By a country mile.”

Now Prince’s jaw dropped, Morality and Logic instantly turned silent and Anxiety looked as if this information was a beanie baby that hit him in the face. … Then slowly smirked.

“WHAT?!” All 3 yelled.

“Yes!” Anxiety laughed quietly.

“Yeah. A lot of the demographic are way into Anxiety. Think it’s to do with a lot of them being involved in the My Chemical Romance era, Morality is regarded as very cute. But Anxiety is the metaphorical hot girl.” Thomas shrugged.

Once again they all turned quiet, Prince slowly building up a drama queen hissy fit. Only to calm himself and finally say, “The metaphorical hot girl thinks I am the most handsome. I am okay.”

Anxiety opens his mouth to tell him he said it because he knew it would kill Logic only to get shot daggers by Thomas.

“People find me cute?” Morality squeaked.

“What do people find me?” Logic grumbled.

“Urm, at the moment a fair few people find you and your saying ‘Salutations’ sexy.” Thomas tried to read without going red. Logic finally jumped for joy. Thomas needed something to move onto to stop blushing. He loudly coughed to hide the bustle of the complimented group.

“Yes anyway, you’re all pretty. But also complete morons most of the time at least anyway.” Anxiety tried to calm them down.

“Yeah, lets open the pandora’s box of emotion later. Anyway, Logic, Spock or data?“ Thomas asked, laughing.

Hey, look who wasn’t a completely useless shit and actually wrote (hint: it’s me)!

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The game clock hits all zeros.  The buzzer sounds, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.  Will drops his stick, throwing his hands up triumphantly.  The game is over, and they’ve won.  In his and Derek’s and Chris’ last college hockey game, they’ve managed to win the fucking NCAA Ice Hockey championship.

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Headcannons on how Remus would be when dating/in love with you? How the rest of the gang teases y'all and such? Please and thanks xoxo :)

My bad it took me 83918172818 years to do this but! Here goes!

  • I imagine Remus to be the kind of guy who is hit by significant realisations quite slowly. 
  • Don’t get me wrong, he knows when his homework is due and what he feels for his friends when it’s 4am and he’s trying not to smile at the fact that they’re playing exploding snap and ignoring James singing about Lily for the billionth time. 
  • And he knows what he feels for himself when it’s the morning after a full-moon and his throat is dry and cracked and everything hurts.
  • But love is a realisation he isn’t quite sure he’s actually having. So it’s slow. It’s him, standing in line at the library for a book he’s had on hold since forever, chewing his lip, wishing that the Ravenclaw in front of him didn’t have so many questions about Bathilda bloody Bagshot, of all up-and-coming authors - seriously? Seriously? Talk about tired writing, the most cliched of structural suppositions, but then, as the line moves on, he remembers the accent you put on to read from Bagshot’s latest book last week.
  • You were meant to be revising for your exams and Lily had nudged you to do more than just glare at the schedule you’d drawn for yourself. 
  • James, Remus and Peter shared your table at Lily’s discretion: if anyone spoke at any moment that wasn’t the 10 minute break-slots she’d allocated, she’d personally hex them into the hospital wing. You’d grabbed the nearest book off the stack of your revision texts and off-setted her seriousness without even realising, pursing your lips and elongating your vowels as you whisper-read, sounding like a breathy, old bag of a lady. Bagshot.
  • Everyone had laughed, and laughed again at the blank look on your face. You’d only just realised they’d heard you. And Lily had shoved you in the arm, a light smile on her face. And Lupin had laughed into his jumper, meeting your eyes and looking like you’d just let him blow out the candles on his birthday cake. 
  • He hugged his arms to his chest, now, smiling at the memory. The librarian handed over his book and for a second, he was frozen. Thinking of your face. How before, he’d only ever fantasied about kissing you. 
  • During the crush phase, you weren’t always around, didn’t force yourself onto him/except for the times you did and he was more than happy about that. You dipped between friendship groups, but had, for long a time, always, always been a familiar face. A pretty face. The girl at breakfast. The girl with Lily. The girl who caught his eye when someone said something stupid and the privacy of the that feeling, the annoyance that tethered you two together, made him blush. The girl who, without any questions, ran into him and his friends on her way back from a late-night stroll and healed the sticky cut on his arm, no questions asked. Had placed a hand on his shoulder and, with those honest eyes, had asked him to please feel better. The girl who he hid behind bookshelves for if he saw her in the library: she made him nervous, she had James and Sirius calling after her so sweetly, nudging Remus, grinning at the fact that he could barely string a sentence around her anymore.
  • The girl who could not hide the displeasure she felt for her Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. And that was the moment he realised: 
  • ‘Shit.’ His hands were in his hair. He’d turned to his friends, the worn knit of his jumper rising a little on his stomach as he did so. ‘I should probably do something about this, right?’
  • Sirius’s voice came from the top bunk, met James’s, as he sat at the desk, ink from an unfinished essay all over his fingers, and Peter’s. He lay upside down on his bed, wand in his hand casting smoke rings that went in on themselves. Boredom in his pale blue eyes.
  • It was a droning, draining, tired, elongated, resounding ‘YES’
  • The person behind him in the line coughed. Remus grabbed the book, stumbled just a little and apologised to the librarian. Shy eyed, he steered himself to the study area, pulling the sleeves back on his white school shirt to get to work. He tapped his quill. Placed his ink-pot to the side. Smiled in spite of himself.
  • He thought of his girlfriend., before she was his girlfriend.
  • You’d called Professor Bleakley a bigot. A ‘prejudicial git who clearly had things to unlearn before he should’ve gotten a job teaching kids.’ And you’d gotten detention for it. But you hadn’t cared. 
  • Remus had been tired that day. The full moon had drained him completely and so he’d had his head on the desk. You, however, sitting next to him, were bolt-upright. The lesson was on werewolves.
  • You’d huffed a few times under your breath, completely unaware of the low layer of anxiety accosting the boy sat next to you. Hearing about werewolves this way was hard.
  • It was scary. It was demonisation and dehumanisation and it made him wonder about himself, and all his monstrosity. Remus’ mouth was a thin line, his knuckles white against the oak wood of the desk and ready to punch a wall. Later. If he felt up to it. 
  • 'Personally,’ The professor had began, and Remus hadn’t really noticed the way the legs on the stool you’d sat on had screeched as you’d fidgeted. You were wary. Ready to spring into action if need be. 'I’m not 100% with the fraternisation of killers in public spaces. I daresay it robs us of our chances.’ The man’s tight smile was as greasy as his slicked-back hair. 'We can’t be sympathetic in an epidemic of such disease. Not when it offers an opportunity to harm us all. Not when it endangers us whole.’
  • Remus had sat up, mouth open to issue a slew of profanities but the girl sitting next to him had stood up before he had the time to.
  • 'Tell me professor,’ She’d started, a fire burning in her eyes. Remus had noticed the way her hands were shaking, though her voice wasn’t. 'Do you actually believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth right now or do you get paid to say this stuff by whatever fascist paper you’ve taken a subscription out from? What gives you the right…’ She’d continued on, only to have half of what she’d said stolen by cheers from what sounded like James Potter and Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, and 80% of her classmates. ’… Make the dangerous assumption that every werewolf is a 'threat’ to society when the details of the condition are, at best, sketchy and often fabricated by organisations that embezzle donations to them and prey on vulnerable-“
  • ‘Miss Y/L/N, that is enough!” 
  • No, but sir I’m asking a question! I’m asking about this 'disease’ you’re talking about!”
  • ‘Miss Y/L/N, if you do not cease and desist at this very moment, you’re looking at a MONTH’S WORTH OF DETENTION-’
  • ‘But sir!’ You’d carried on, your heart hammering in your throat. ‘You still haven’t answered my question!’
  • Remus hadn’t seen you this angry before. The set of your jaw, your unwavering gaze, the shake of your fingers. Usually, you were all smiles. At least, when you caught his eye. Sure, he’d seen you pissed off at something sexist James and Sirius had been laughing at, had seen you humiliated by some ignorant Slytherins and a hex that had torn your schoolbag to shreds in the middle of a fast-pacing corridor, had seen you worried, snatching at the pages in The Daily Prophet after hearing about a tragedy in Diagon Alley, had seen you happy, catching Lily in your arms and hugging her to you after she’d received the highest mark in the class at Potions, had seen you confused, your cheek in your palm in Transfiguration. And he’d seen you tired, leaning onto him in the common room after a particularly snowy trip to Hogsmeade. But he didn’t like to dwell on that much. It made him shy. 
  • ‘OUT! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM! 50 POINTS FROM Y/H/N AND 3 MONTHS DETENTION FOR A BLATANT DISRESPECT FOR AN AUTHORITY FIGURE!’
  • He saw you angry, that day. You’d packed your things, looked Remus in his stunned eyes and he’d felt something stir in him to see them soften at his. You hadn’t even known he was a werewolf then. You were just that type of person.
  • You’d exited the room to cheers, to hands banging on desks to give you a grateful farewell.
  • And sometimes, the boys still brought it up. So did Lily. Remus had turned the memory over so many times he was surprised he wasn’t tired of it either. But you’d always cover your face, ask everyone to stop talking, and not see the way James would be mouthing at Remus to put his arm around you. 
  • Remus would glare, mouth a 'no!’ and James would roll his eyes, imitate the action with Lily and have her punch him in the gut for it.
  • Remus finally got around to it after that little scene, though. You’d been leaving the library together at the same time on a Sunday, unaware of the other working at the table opposite until the lamps were dimming and it was time to call it a night. 
  • He’d spotted you, wrestling the strap on your satchel and laughed at the frown on your face. You’d glanced up, seen him smiling and found you couldn’t do anything but smile back.
  • Taking the same route back to the common room together, you’d complained about things and people and ungodly weather and exams and friends. And you’d asked him what was up with Sirius and James lately.
  • And he’d ran a hand down his face, covering the sound of his voice with a muffled, 'they’re idiots. Please don’t pay attention to them.’
  • 'I mean, I don’t.’ You’d laughed, trying not to bump into the long-limbed boy next to you. He’d lifted his head to catch your eye, smiling.
  • 'Good. You’d be surprised how many people don’t follow your impeccable,’ He’d grinned at the word, and you’d made an impressed sound at his vocabulary. 'Example.’
  • 'Oh please,’ You’d feigned embarrassment dramatically, secretly loving the rise and fall of his laughing shoulders at the way you’d batted your eyelashes. 'I bet you say that to all the girls.’
  • 'Hm?’ Remus had scrunched up his nose. Smiled teasingly. 'No.’ He’d shook his head. 'No, no not really.’
  • 'Oh?’ You’d said, falling into step with him at the top of the moving stairs. You’d taken another step, though. Stood and perched on your tip-toes to look him in the eye. Neither of you had said anything after that. If the stairs moved, you hadn’t felt them. Remus’s brown eyes didn’t leave yours. Until they trailed down to your lips. And then he laughed, a short burst of something self-conscious. And he’d said, in a voice that he was hoping sounded brave and you only heard as his, completely his, 'On Saturday, do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me?’
  • And Lily had said how ridiculous that was later on because you went!!! to Hogsmeade!! with him!! every weekend!!! 
  • And you’d thrown a pillow at her and said it was different, he’d never asked you on your own, and would she stop cheering and singing stupid songs about people in trees and kissing, she sounded like James
  • Remus didn’t know about any of that stuff, though. He only knew about the way Sirius threw an arm around him every time he threw an arm around his girlfriend, or the choruses of 'awww!’ that occurred when she did something as simple as slide a slice of toast onto his plate, no comment needed, or how he’d cower into her hair every time his friends told the story of how he used to hide from her, he loved her so much. 
  • In the library, far from his memories, Remus’s slowest of realisations happens as he stares at the few lines he’s written of his essay. He’s spent all morning thinking of her and now, he smiles.
  • For the cynic, falling in love is standing somewhere and realising it’s a little warmer than before. He’s sitting down. He realises he’s never felt so warm in his life.

Sidenote: Here’s a poem that reminds of Remus and inspired this a little. :’) 

Speed Bumps (Peter Maximoff x reader)

Fluff overload yo. This is only sweet because I ate an huge amount of love hearts whilst writing this.

Let me know if you have requests, feedback or want to be added to the tag list!

ALSO Huge thanks to the absolutely amazing @steverogershield for beta-ing this. (is that what you call it?) I’m eternally grateful to Enna! Follow her for amazing imagines! AND thank you’s are in order to @denialanderror who had a read beforehand and convinced me to post this!

Characters - Peter Maximoff x reader and Charles Xavier

Warnings - itsy bitsy gory 


Kleptomaniac.

That was one word to describe Peter Maximoff and also one of the only fitting ones, besides fast bitch and pain in the ass. You didn’t really know how you fell in love with him. It might’ve been his charming looks. Or, if those failed him, which they absolutely didn’t, it could certainly be his amazing silver hair or taste in the best music to ever exist. All you really knew was that you fell hard and fast (HA!).

After a few years of dating, Peter proposed to you with a gummy ring (the Haribo one), while you were eating Twinkie’s under the stars. No joke. Well, that ring didn’t last very long because you ate it within three minutes of his proposal because you were hungry. Peter did, however, get you a proper engagement ring, which he had actually bought. It was probably the only thing Peter hadn’t stolen, besides you. Or had he stolen you and your heart? You really didn’t know.

Time had now sped like lightening and before you knew it, you were married to him. You always laughed when you replayed the memory of him speeding around the venue and scaring the shit out of the guests, even the people who were used to his antics. But for once, everyone bore with him, because after all, he was marrying the love of life and he couldn’t control his excitement. Peter might be a man, but inside, he was the most childish kid you ever had the fortune of meeting.

Everyone knew Peter could be a handful, but to him, you were worse.

Why?

Because you could stop time. That’s it.

He never stopped moving, not until you came around. You were his weakness. Time manipulation stopped the speeding boy in his tracks on more than one occasion. You cherished an entire album full of photos, all of them endearing and slightly embarrassing pictures of Peter completely frozen while the rest of the world moved around him. Word spread, and eventually even the youngest of the students were posing him with props and giggling at the faces he made.

It was without doubt that you two were the power couple of the mansion (sorry Charles and Erik). You two were also the worst company to be around. No one would think Peter and you were in your early thirties, the way you guys behaved, pranking everybody and everything under the sun.

But what you loved most was that you could get Peter to slow down. He wanted to savour every single minute of his life he spent with you and that led to him always hitting the brakes. Peter loved you more than video games and that was actually saying something. To your dismay or delight, you didn’t know which, the whole mansion started calling you a speed bump, because you always made Peter come to a halt and want to spend as much time in the, in his opinion, slow world.

—–

“(Y/N)….” Peter pleaded as you shook your head no. Your husband of three years wanted to go to the funfair that had just opened a few miles away. Usually, you would’ve jumped at the chance to go, but right now you didn’t really feel like it. A few weeks ago, you found out that you were pregnant and you didn’t want to risk anything by going on the rides. You wanted to surprise Peter, but you weren’t that creative, so you didn’t really have any ideas how.

Up until now.

You remembered that you’d been there before, getting to know the place and making a few friends in the process. Peter loved it, following a rigid schedule, trying to fit as many activities in as possible. You knew he’d be there, at the end of the night, like always. It would be the perfect place to surprise him.  

“Okay, I’ll go, but don’t make me go on any rides or I’ll leave without you.” Of course you didn’t mean that threat. Well, maybe a little, as Peter could get back to the mansion within seconds. Peter was absolutely overjoyed that you decided to come, because even though he could’ve gone without you, he didn’t want to. He wanted his precious wife by his side.

“C'mon sweetheart. You get the car ready and I’ll see you down in 10 minutes alright?” Peter came to a halt before you as you said these words and softly pressed his lips against yours. He placed his hands on the sides of your waist and smiled at you fondly when he pulled away, his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

At that moment, the professor wheeled into the room and looked at you both. He smiled slightly, before clearing his throat, which caused you and Peter to break apart from your embrace.

“(Y/N), I need to ask you something. In private.” He added, glancing towards Peter with what could only be described as the most mischievous smile you had ever seen. You nodded and told your husband you would be down in 10 minutes. Peter quickly kissed you on the forehead and sped off.

“What is it Charles? Is something wrong?” Charles had never been upset with you and even though he looked anything but angry you were still worried. You didn’t want to get in the bad books of Professor X. He had been your mentor for so long and had helped you in so many ways. 

Charles chuckled and shook his head. He motioned for you to sit down and took a deep breath, before saying: “Does Peter know yet?” You looked up at the telepath, who was grinning from ear to ear and a confused look came over your face.

“How did you know?” Charles had promised you never to look into your mind without permission, so you didn’t understand how the hell he knew you were expecting. “Well,” Charles began, looking at you rather guiltily, “I can already feel the baby’s mind in my head and you didn’t exactly say I can’t read it.”

You looked at Charles with a face that said one thing: I’ll get you back for this. However, Charles turned your (fake) frown into a smile by asking again when you were going to tell Peter about your pregnancy.

“I’m going to surprise him tonight at the funfair.” You told the professor this without giving him any extra details. He, in return, gave you a huge smile and a small pat on the back. With this, Charles exited the room.

Shaking your head and smiling slightly, you quickly changed into comfortable clothes and slipped on your flat shoes. You would, after all, be at the fair for at least three hours. You picked up your phone and dialled a number. Time to put the plan into action.

—–

The sky was slowly turning dark as you and Peter walked through the funfair. The crowds were thinning and slowly, but surely, the funfair was closing. A few rides had already closed. Rides that Peter went on. Without you of course. He initially didn’t want to go on them without you, but you forced him to. Just because being pregnant kept you from going on the attractions, didn’t mean that you would stop Peter from having fun.

Here it was. The illuminated lights welcomed you, and a few strays, inside, standing tall as one of the last few places open. It was late, as most things were already packed up and left to sleep. The decorations here were strange, always changing, and this time a lot creepier than you remembered. Tugging on Peters sleeve, you walked through the entrance, turning your backs to the rest of the fair.  

You had arrived at the Haunted House.

—–

Kruegers Kraziness Horror House, or simply KKHH, wasn’t your typical haunted house. It wasn’t a bunch of skeletons jumping out and scaring people. Kruegers Kraziness was a perfect name for this attraction, because it was plain gory. There were dismembered and beheaded people lying around that looked oh so real. There were real bats used in this haunted house and this had caused people to run out screaming many a time. It was your favourite place to visit when the funfair came in town.

You and Peter walked through the winding halls, trying to find your way. KKHH definitely looked different from the last time. The dim lighting didn’t help and the two of you constantly stumbled over the (fake) limbs lying around. After a few scares from grotesque zombies and Peter screaming in a high pitched voice, you arrived at the best place of all.

The High Court of Injustice.

The High Court of Injustice was one of Kreugers greatest attractions. Bloodied and beheaded bodies compacted into a room, the innocent called to the stand for horrific crimes, sentenced to even worse punishments. Behind a curtain, a familiar face winked, easing the small worry that set in your chest. Not long now.

—–

“You there!” Your significant other jumped up when he heard the banshee like voice of the judge who no one saw come in. The judge was pointing at Peter, who didn’t know whether he should look scared or happy. Peter had never been called out to sit in the tribune, but now he was having second thoughts. You nudged your husband and he looked at you before gulping and going up the rickety stairs. He went and sat down in a chair and awaited his punishment for god knows what.

The judge started accusing Peter of countless charges, some not too far off from the petty crimes he’d actually committed, though promised to leave in his past. The utter shock washing across his face was enough to make you laugh, luckily camouflaged under the judges voice.

“I declare you guilty for all these crimes and..” Peter was actually shaking now. How did the judge know that he’d actually stolen these things? He looked over at you, but you looked as shocked as him. Good thing you were a good actor.

“I sentence you to the eternal doom of fatherhood. Go through the tunnel where you shall await your punishment.” Peter was now more surprised as he slowly stood up and walked towards the tunnel, trying to process what the judge said. He glanced over to where you were supposed to be, but you were nowhere to be seen. A zombie pushed Peter into the tunnel, where he would get ‘punished’.

—–

You stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting. “Punishments” varied, some going so far it almost felt real, all of them taking more than a few minutes. Those sentenced to beheading swore they felt a burning sensation on their neck. A head -their head- would fall from the ceiling, lights would flash, everything felt a little too real for comfort. The fear was what mattered most. The fear was what drew people here, and what made the creators turn them away. The gore was considered too much for anyone under eighteen.  

In the meantime, Peter tiptoed through the tunnel, which was even more bloody than the actual haunted house itself. Organs were spilling out of the bodies scattered everywhere. He shuddered before spotting a faint light. He ran towards it, wanting to get out of the nightmarish place as soon as possible.

“BOO!!!”

Peter didn’t know what he had been expecting at the end of the tunnel, but it wasn’t this. Yellow balloons were scattered around everywhere (with Pennywise standing behind them obviously) with the occasional baby bottles on the cupboards and in people’s hands, and there you were, standing in the middle of the commotion, with one of your friends, who was dressed as a vampire. The both of you laughed when you saw Peters flabbergasted expression which turned to an amused one within a minute or two.

“What’s all this (y/n)?” You were now sweating profusely and looked around for someone to help you tell Peter, but there was suddenly no one left except the two of you.

“Well, you see- ermm…” You mentally slapped yourself. You had rehearsed how to tell him so many times but now you we’re struggling to form full sentences. Peter noticed your tense expression and gently grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his torso, pulling you in for a hug.

“You can tell me anything (y/n), you know that.” Peter murmured into your hair, whilst gently rubbing his hands up and down your back. At this gesture, you leaned into his touch even more. This was bliss. Man, you were going to have a love/hate relationship with your not-yet swollen stomach, which would probably become a barrier whilst hugging Peter so closely like you were now.

You looked up at Peter and he held your gaze. His eyes were full of nothing but love for you and you felt at ease. You just had to gather up your courage to tell him slowly or you could tell him quickly and be done with it. Of course, because of your awkwardness, you did the latter.

“Wha-, what did you just say?” A small smile crept up on Peters lips. He barely caught the words, but he hoped to the heavens you said what he thought you said.

“I’m pregnant okay? We’re having a baby.” You let out a deep breath. It was out and the burden rolled off your shoulders. You looked at Peter carefully, awaiting his reaction. Your initial worries washed away as you saw the joy on his face. He pulled you in for a huge hug as you heard clapping all around you. All the people who worked at KKHH were cheering and coming up to congratulate you and Peter.

—–

After around 15 minutes, you both were standing outside of the gates of the funfair, hand in hand. Peter turned to you and smiled. There weren’t words to describe how happy he was. So all he said was: “I love you.”

You smiled slightly and gently pressed your lips against his. Peter held you close to him and you only broke apart once you needed to breathe. Peter smiled at you fondly as you said: “You mean you love us both. The baby and me. Plural.” Your husband chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Yup. I love you both. You’re my little speed bumps.”

“Peter!” You laughed as you both started walking into the darkness, towards a new life. You, Peter and the baby.


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You Wanna Dance?

Rating: M
Pairing: SasuSaku
Summary: He was intrigued by her. He had watched her all night at the dance club. Her looks, her dancing, and her eyes all grabbed his attention. He knew he wanted more than just a simple dance.
Author’s Notes: So… like this seriously a HARD M RATED THING. It is also my first published anywhere online story that I have written with some smut in it. I had this as part of another fanfic, but I stopped writing it and this scene felt good enough to separate out on it’s own. Enjoy!!

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Her pink locks swung with every beat of the loud music. She twisted and turned her body with the mass of people who had flung to the center stage. Every once in a while, she would glance his direction. Jade orbs exchanging glances at black gems that watched her every move. She was too beautiful not to watch. Her red dress was short, too short for him to resist peeking at toned, pale legs. He would snap his eyes back up, and watch her face beam as she enjoyed herself tonight.

Many women had asked him to dance throughout the evening. He would look at them and see how alluring they were, but it felt like lies. Only women dressing up and painting their faces to be something they were not. But not this girl he watched. She felt real. Someone he wanted to know more about. She radiated happiness, but it felt so authentic. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman made him feel this way, but that was because none ever had. He never felt anything real with one, except for this girl who swung her slim hips to the beat of the music.

He took another sip of his drink. He thought the drinks might be getting weaker through the evening, but it was probably the inebriation setting in. His best friend told him to come out tonight. Would be a way to relax he said. That was a sack of shit. The alcohol was helping mellow him out, but he could have done that at home for free. Predictably, his idiot best friend moved to the corner of the dance floor with a woman with long lavender hair. His best friend grinned when he caught a glimpse of his black-eyed friend sitting in the VIP booths. He shook his head, and ran his long fingers through silky, black hair. His grew out his hair for the past few weeks, and felt pretty content with its current look. His black hair, black blazer, black slacks, and grey tie were his signature look at work, but it rolled over into his nightly activities. He glanced at his watch before looking back up at the dance floor.

12:35 AM

It was still early, so he ordered more drinks from the tabletop tablet. Only minutes later, a woman wearing a tight-fitting black dress with her brown hair curled over her shoulders arrived. She set down a bottle of sake with a small glass. She nodded, blush filling her face, as she walked away back to work. He glanced at the bottle and small accompanying glass, clicked his tongue, before opening it and drinking straight from it. The glass will only slow me down at this rate. A few chugs in, the sake hit with full force. As the world began to move, his best friend ran up with a woman standing behind him.

“Oi! Sasuke! Ya gotta come down to the dance floor!” the blonde nearly shouted at his best friend seated in the booth. A black eyebrow rose and a frown grew on his face. “Sasuke you gonna loosen up? Well, whenever you decide to stop being lame, come out here!” His friend turned and began to walk, but suddenly turned around to get one last word in.

“Oh, and don’t worry about me finding me later if you don’t! I have a beautiful lady to keep me company tonight,” the blonde stared at the lilac eyes of the woman standing next to him. Her face grew ten shades rosier. Sasuke got the memo, and readjusted himself in the booth as the blonde idiot left. Sometimes he really wondered how this guy became his closest friend, but maybe I shouldn’t dwell on that for too long.

Sasuke glanced back to the dance floor holding the pink-haired woman he longed for. He found himself lost in her, when she suddenly winked directly at him. Sasuke felt his cool exterior threaten to fall from her gesture. So sweet, innocent even. She had a playful feel to her, and it felt so pure compared to himself. Sasuke wasn’t a player, but people knew he had a different female companion every once in a while. The tabloids assumed that he had a different woman in his bed every night. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

As his sake bottle emptied, he felt the full force of the alcohol hit him at once. His vision was narrower than usual. His pulse quickened. The dance club felt warmer than it had only fifteen minutes ago. His eyes were having trouble focusing, and kept crawling back to the rosy locks of the girl who had winked at him. Sasuke tried to regain his composure and straightened himself in the booth. He wanted to at least keep the idea afloat in the tabloids that he was the cool, collected man of the wealthiest of the city.

A small body approached the booth. Pink curls grazing over her shoulders, and encircling the sides of her breasts. Her dress was a brilliant shade of scarlet with a keyhole slit running from below the clasp at her neck to below her breasts. Her waist was slim, with narrow hips that led to long, toned legs. Sasuke found himself opening the booth door to let her enter. The VIP section had closed off booths, with plenty of room, that were always reserved. The woman slid into the seat next to him. She was even more stunning up close. Porcelain skin, vast green eyes, and full lips. He noticed something in the air that caught his attention – cherry blossoms and liquor. This girl has been drinking too.

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Hi… I saw you staring at me throughout the evening, and I thought I should introduce myself…” she swallowed and placed her hands in her lap.

She’s so nervous.

“My name is Sakura,” Sasuke stared for a few seconds and let her name sink in.

Her hair certainly reminds me of cherry blossoms. So unusual, yet beautiful.

Sasuke found his words, “It’s nice to meet you Sakura.” He grasped her right hand and kissed the top. “I’m Sasuke. It’s a pleasure to have seen you tonight. You certainly have been dancing the night away.” He could feel the smell of sake float off his words as he spoke. Her face flushed as he spoke, matching her hair.

Sasuke tapped the tablet sitting on the table, and ordered some more drinks. His bottle of sake was just about empty, and he wanted to buy his companion a drink. Only one or two minutes passed when the same woman from earlier came by with more drinks on a black tray. She blushed even more, if possible, and placed the drinks down. A sweet plum wine and another round of sake. Sakura looked at the bottles as the waitress left.

“Ah, you didn’t have to do that Sasuke…” she fidgeted in her seat. His gaze still focused on her small movements.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind buying drinks for you. You seem really sweet, so I thought something sweet tasting would be complimentary,” Sasuke spoke with a smirk across his lips. Sakura nodded, blush still painted all over her face.

Sasuke grabbed the plum wine first, unscrewing the top, and pouring a generous amount into a stemless glass. He handed the glass to his companion still containing a sly smile across his face. Sakura had heard about the Uchiha from others prior, but had never been this close to him.

Sasuke? “I heard he’s a player.” “I heard he just sleeps with girls and leaves.” “The latest rumor is that he only goes after girls with long hair.” Ah! “He’s been staring at you Sakura!” “Go say something! It’s THE Sasuke, GO SAY SOMETHING!”

Sakura sipped her wine, as Sasuke popped open his bottle of sake. He poured the strong drink into the empty glass. He took a quick swig of sake as his companion drank her wine in silence. Sasuke placed his glass on the table. He leaned closer to the pink-haired beauty, breathing in her sweet scent. She was slowly relaxing into his presence. Sakura felt at ease in his space, but it could be the alcohol talking.

Sasuke wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she held her glass between two delicate little hands. His fingers were long, slender as they traced Sakura’s shoulders. His gaze trailed along her face and lowered to her breasts, his expression unchanging. She placed her glass back down on the table, locking her eyes with his. His eyes were onyx, black as the stone. In the dim lighting, every time a flash of light came from the dance floor, his eyes had the smallest red glare. His serious gaze took in her curious jade gems. His face was strikingly beautiful. She had seen pictures of Sasuke in the tabloids, but nothing did his appearance justice. Even in a disheveled suit, and with sake-filled breath, he was still stunning. She felt his body heat from just how close he was in the booth with her. Sasuke didn’t seem nervous in the least, while her heart was beating as fast as it ever had. No man ever put this much excitement in her like Sasuke did.

He leaned in more and inhaled her sickly sweet scent. She took some more plum wine and sipped it, much quicker than before. Must be to calm her nerves. I could help with that. Sasuke realized where his thoughts drifted, but wasn’t bothered by it. Sakura was beautiful. He wanted more than just to share a few drinks and break off. After watching her dance, he knew he wanted more tonight. As much as he tried to distract himself with alcohol, there was no denying that he wanted his little Sakura all to himself. His best friend’s words lingered. Naruto did urge him to loosen up.

They felt attracted to one another, and it urged them closer to one another. Like magnetism, or more likely alcohol assisted, their lips touched. Sasuke leaned his head in towards Sakura as she could only stay still watching the beautiful Uchiha. Their kiss was brief. Sasuke could feel where Sakura’s soft lips touched his. A tinge of sweetness lingered on his, and it only increased his appetite. Through hazy decision making, he leaned once again for another kiss. This one was longer, more exploratory. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and she let out a soft moan that only he could hear. Her cheeks were madly blushing, but Sasuke couldn’t pull away. He only delved deeper into the kiss.

When they separated, both flushed and disheveled, they shared silence. Sakura’s eyes lit up in the brightest shade of jade green with Sasuke’s onyx eyes searching for something, anything she had to say. Her lips slightly opened, but no words came out. She was in shock. I kissed him. I really did it… I know this wine is not making me think through this, but there’s something between us. I might as well take this opportunity farther. I don’t want to have regrets about this later if I chicken out.

Sakura glanced away and looked downwards. She bit her lower lip while trying to come up with the right words. Sasuke moved closer and lifted her chin with his long fingers. He kept his gaze with hers.

“Do you want to… go further?” he murmured enough for her to hear in the loud dance club. She nervously nodded. He made a small nod, and finished the bottle of sake right in front of his companion. She looked surprised he downed the whole thing instantly, but she had just about finished her wine in her anxious state before their kiss.

He pressed a few buttons on the tablet, paying his pretty expensive bill, and pushed the bottles and glasses to the center of the table. He motioned Sakura to start sliding to the edge of the booth. They made it out of their seats, but not in the most graceful fashion. Sakura swayed upon standing up, the wine hitting her in full force. Sasuke reached out and grabbed her arm. She was able to steady herself thanks to his help. He made his way in front of her and led her by her right hand through the people occupying the VIP section of the club. Women gave annoyed stares as Sasuke dragged her along. Sakura knew that every woman here was probably pining after Sasuke, but she tried to ignore their looks. The fact he was holding her hand was keeping her confidence high, and all that sweet plum wine.

Upon reaching the back of the club, there was curtain covering a backstage area. A man in sunglasses, while it was after midnight inside a dance club, was standing next to the opening. Sasuke nodded to the man, and he lifted the curtain for the two of them to enter. As they entered the backstage area, there were chairs and areas where people could lay down, but tge space was empty. The music was still pretty loud, but did dull down slightly once behind the curtains. Sasuke pulled them into a corner at the far edge of the area. Sakura glanced at his eyes in the middle of shuffling around. His black orbs appeared slightly cloudy with a red sheen. She was clearly intoxicated, and the Uchiha appeared so too. I hope he doesn’t regret this later if he’s drunk.

The haze was all consuming. He could barely comprehend the situation as everything moved so quickly. Sasuke recognized this familiar, and confusing, feeling. The sake had reached a breaking point – he was beyond drunk now. His feet felt light. He lost all feeling in his face, and listened as well as he could as Sakura tried to speak as clearly as she could in her drunken state.

“W-would you wanna… you know… w-w-with me?” She stuttered out the question as they were alone in the back room of the dance club. Sasuke knew he heard the words, but realized his mind was completely separate from his body now. And this erection isn’t gonna solve itself.

Sasuke feels a smirk climb its way across his face. The space they were in was dark, and had shadows to shroud themselves. They moved closer to one another, closing the remaining space. He pulled her against his rigid body, her face only inches away from his. His lips moved on their own, and crashed down on Sakura’s. A violent, but amazing kiss. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her and savoring the sweet hints he picked up. They felt completely separated from the dancing only yards away, lost in each other. He felt around, as she did, her body, seeking, playing, and wanting so much more.

Sasuke slid a large hand down Sakura’s shoulder blades to the curve of her back. Her hands reached upward into a mass of extremely soft and silky black hair. She loved its texture and played with it, while Sasuke made his way to the hem of her dress. She felt a slight tug, and his hand now covered her ass cheek through silky panties. Sasuke grabbed roughly at her supple rear with a callous palm. He wandered over to the other cheek as they released from their lip locking. He slowed his wandering hand, and slid it under her panties. Sakura’s hands paused in Sasuke’s hair, as dark eyes meet glassy green ones. He urged for her permission, pausing and staring into her gems, even while heavily intoxicated. Sakura’s cheeks flushed several shades darker, and nodded slowly in return. Sasuke moved his hands once again, groping and grabbing her firm cheeks. She resumed her playful touching of his hair, and slid another hand into the unbuttoned top of his dress shirt.

His breathing hitched, and his palms got rougher and started to pull her panties down. He pressed against Sakura even more, and pulled her into the corner spinning her away from his body facing the wall. She gathered her balance as he found the zipper to her dress. She tried to place a hand out, not in defense but just to touch him. He pushed it away with his other hand, covering her hand against the wall. She heard the zipper open, even under the music that blares in the background, drowning out their act. His cold, rugged hand slid under the front of the dress and panties, sliding along the slit of her.

Sakura started to breathe heavily, letting her primal urges overtake any sense of what was happening in the world around them. His face leaned over next to hers, as his entire body covered hers against the wall. She felt his breathing on her ear, and he grazed his tongue up and down the length of it. Sakura noticeably shivered, and only wanted more. She felt fluid drip on to the fingers currently sliding along the outside of her carefully, and oh so softly. She’s about to crack. It was all about touch. Two drunken people who were torturing each other with endless foreplay.

She finally succumbed, and leaned her ass into Sasuke’s pelvis, playfully grinding against his erection. He snarled, and pushed back with his hips as they danced back and forth against one another. His hand stalled above the source of her dripping arousal. Hair pressed against the side of her face, as he chewed on her earlobe. Sakura shivered in delight from his teeth, and she felt a finger quickly, and roughly, slip inside her, relentlessly moving up and down to the beat of the music. The sensations overwhelmed her. The touch of his long finger inside her, the hot breath along her ear, the music blaring out all noise, the taste of her dry mouth as she struggled to find any reason left inside of her mind.

As his finger continued its tirade, she felt his hips grind even more against her round ass. She felt her muscles begin to contract, and race to beautiful release, but instead he eased his finger to a slow and tortuous rhythm. She wiggled under his body, but he was having none of it. Her breasts flattened against the wall under her dress, and he nipped her earlobe. A moan escaped Sakura’s mouth, and she knew he heard it. His erection pressed harder against her ass, and she can’t stand the torture anymore. She wanted to beg for her release, but he chose to slow down their act into a relaxed, slow dance. During their saunter, she felt his other hand let go of her body and reach back. She felt him tug at his pants, and soon hot, hard skin was skimming her rear. Her skirt inched up, as her panties slid down to her knees. A firm hand replaced his tortuous finger, covering her exposed hip with his palm and some of her own juices.

Sakura felt the tip graze her entrance slowly, and pushed her hips further against him. Sasuke quickly used his left hand to pull her hips up to match his, as the right hand moved upwards to push against her shoulder blades. Her lips met with intense heat throbbing against them, slowly pushing in while her body tried to adjust to this invader. The sharp pain was overtaken with insane pleasure, as he settled for a second before moving his hips. The speed increased slowly, and then he pulled her hips against his as he let his instincts take over.

Auston Matthews - Proud

Originally posted by wonthetrade

I’m SO sorry this took me so long but I wanted to make sure it was perfect and I know nothing about ballet lol But I had so much fun with this, even if I started over like ten times! Thank you for requesting this :D

Request from @i-am-a-lost-girl16  :  Hi! Can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where you’re a dancer and he (and some of the team) come to your performance of the nutcracker? Just lots of cute fluff :) I love your writing!!!

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anonymous asked:

Do we have anything to potentially parallel Lena finding out that Kara is Supergirl(provided she doesn't already know and we see that reveal to her) with Lois finding out Clark is Superman?

Alright, first I would like to say that I got some help on this answer because sadly, my Clois knowledge is dim most of the time and my memories of Smallville Clois is spotty. So, I was able to think of a potential parallel myself and I also consulted my buddy for help. We’ve got two possible parallels and two different Clois portrayals. 


My thoughts
Clois: Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman
Explanation: It is revealed in the beginning of S3 that Lois figured out that Clark was Superman in S2. After he proposes to her, she tells him that she suspected it was him because of the way both Clark and Superman touched her. For these two, it was a gentle touch to Lois’ cheek.
Supercorp Comparison: From what we have seen, Lena has been touched by both Kara and Supergirl. We have the bridal carries (both off-screen in Luthors and on-screen in Exodus) and Supergirl saving her in Ace Reporter. With Kara, there are obviously the hugs and the cuddle/comforting scene in Ace Reporter. During Exodus, I couldn’t help but notice how gentle Supergirl was with Lena when putting her down on the balcony. 

Then she is obviously quite gentle during the cuddle on the couch. With that, several of us have speculated that the way Lena’s eyes open during this scene could have been a moment of realization. One of the connecting factors, other than just the notion of Kara protecting her, could have been touch if this were the case.

Now of course if they did that it would be one of the gayest gays to ever gay, but hey, we can dream for our ship, right?

@amessofgayyyships thoughts
Clois: Smallville
Explanation: “The Blur’s (Superman) identity has always, always been hard to tell because unlike most Super franchise, he never shows his face. He isn’t the typical, flying-out-there-while-wearing-a-cape hero. He’s just this blur that goes around saving other people. 

The big Clois reveal in Smallville happened through a kiss (spoilers ahead). Basically, the Blur and Lois have been communicating through phone calls (Of course , Clark’s voice is masked by a modulator), but somewhere in between, Zod has impersonated Clark and has been communicating with Lois himself. Anyways, Lois finally finds out that she hasn’t been talking to the real Blur and once she confronts Zod, she gets attacked but is saved by Clark.

After the fight, the Blur is standing in a dark corner and Lois apologizes to him for the mistaken identity. Clark remains quiet but he suddenly pulls Lois in for a kiss. And of course Lois finally figures out who the Blur is (she’s been dating Clark at this point already, so of course she recognizes the way that he kisses her).”

Between that moment and the verbal reveal, Lois continues to drop hints and make comments that show that she knows. When Clark finally tells her, she runs to him and asks, “What took you so long?”
Supercorp Comparison: Unlike Lois, we are not certain at this point that Lena knows that Kara is Supergirl (Nor have we gotten the kiss we deserve). But like Lois, Lena has had several moments through out the season that show her dropping similar hints and making little comments that could certainly suggest that she is aware of Kara’s identity. 

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a little scenario about Nevra's first time with gardienne? please *___*

ok this is suggestive fluff more than anything but i hope you like it ♡ ~(‘▽^人)

“Nevra,” she whispered. “You’re shaking.”

“Aw, you noticed,” Nevra replied, mock disappointment in his voice. “I was hoping to impress you.”

His teasing tone hid nothing from her, now that she understood how to hear what he said between his words. Nevra’s hands were trembling as they brushed her skin, and his voice had wavered.  

“Don’t be nervous,” she whispered, as he leaned down to press a line of kisses along her neck.

She was rewarded by the sensation of gusty exhale against her shoulder, as he chuckled shortly. “Shouldn’t I be the one to comfort you at a time like this?”. He left a tender kiss on her forehead and his hands wandered hesitantly lower, caressing her thighs lightly, and she flushed at the thought of what he was doing, and what he might do in the hours to come. 

“I just want you to know,” she took a deep breath, heat creeping up her face making her cheeks bloom like a rose, “that I love you, no matter what. I trust you.”

Nevra stilled, and stared at her for a very long time. A softness rarely seen in the light of day brims from his gorgeous eyes glistening beneath the dim moon. “How many times must I fall in love with you?” he breathed.

He captured her soft lips, without hesitation this time and she felt her consciousness start to fade. She didn’t think again for a long, long time.

Just us

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

Prompt 11: Eric Coulter

No games. No one else. Just you.”

Notes:

Y/N- Your name

H/C- Hair color

E/C- Eye Color

Tagging- @wynterrobin @buried-in-books @imnotafraid4

Sorry, that it’s been so long. But finals and projects have been killing me. I hope it’s okay!


She rubbed her face, before sending a glare towards the weak initiates. The two on the mat, were so weak they made her want to slam her head against the wall. She had no idea how Four handled them, and how weak they were and spineless they were.

“Off the mat and line up,” She shouted, going over to walk in front of them, keeping the glare to show how pissed off she was. “You guys can’t even handle fighting each other, it’s pathetic. I feel like I’m training children, not young adults who want to be dauntless soldiers.” She stopped in front of the beefiest boy, gesturing for him to head to the mat. She glanced back at the initiates deciding to take a page out of Eric’s book. She snapped her fingers at the small Candor boy.

Y/N moved back to her place, watching the two in the middle eye each other. “The first to get knocked out, wins.” She knew from the Candor boy was scared by the way he was trembling slightly. “FIGHT!”

She watched the scene unfold before her, shockingly amazed at the Candor boy. “You seem more on edge than usual,” She heard voice come from behind her, leaning against the wall next to her.

“They are going to fail. They don’t listen, they don’t want this. I feel like Eric should be in here to scare them shitless,” She commented seeing the Candor boy get knocked down. “How do you do it? The Dauntless born have more of a drive then this bunch.”

“Patience, and sticking them on each other helps. If they fail, they fail. As for Eric, becareful what you wish for,” His eyes darted toward the door where Eric was walking in.

Her eyes trained back towards the initiates on the mat. She smirked when she saw the Candor boy still fighting, against the beefy kid. The smirk disappeared once the beef kid knocked the Candor boy out. She watched the beefy kid smirk down at the Candor boy, while she grew more angry. She gave him that win. She walked towards the the cocky kid. “Who’s next?”

The kid smirked at her, while she raised an eyebrow at him. “Who do you want?” She watched as he pretended to look at the initiates before he chose her. She smirked, nodding bending down to take her boots off.

“Y/N, what are you doing,” Eric called, while she stepped on the mat already knowing the beefy kids weakness.

“Showing the weak what strong looks like.” She murmured keeping her eyes on the kid. “Same rules still apply. Four, you can all out.”

“Fight.”

She darted towards the guy kicking out his legs. She let him get up, while still on the balls of her feet. “C’mon, you wanna get cocky after I gave you a win.” She sent her foot crashing to his face, when he ran at her. Y/N watched the blood gush from his nose with a sickly satisfaction. “Hurry up, decide. Decide if you want to get up and go out like a soldier, or cower like the coward you are!” He ran at her with a yell, while she ducked missing his sloppy punches. She grasped his arm, before she slammed her fist into his face. “We raise fighters,” She grabbed his hair bringing his face into her knee. “Fight like a goddamn soldier,” She slammed her knee into his face again, while the beefy kid gave up slumping. “Pathetic,” She left him kneeling, before she sent her foot flying into his face again, knocking him out. She glared at the initiates, “who’s next?”

Y/N wanted to scream when the dinner alarm rang. “Alright! You’re dismissed!” Eric’s voice called while Four came forward handing me my boots.

“I think next year, I’m going to the Dauntless born. They’re weak and they refuse to allow us to mold them,” She hissed, lacing her semi dirty boots. “What do you want Eric?”

He sent her a predatory like grin, before he glared at Four. “Beat it Stiff.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, before standing up. “Four, save me a seat. But please not by the initiates.” She asked, while he nodded raising an eyebrow at Eric. He moved away from us heading towards the door. “What do you want?”

He still had the sly smirk on his face. “You looked hot beating the initiate up,” He moved so he was close to her, she could smell the soap and the slight hint of smoke.

“What do you want Eric,” She recited seeing his new tattoo editions. “I’m hungry and I really don’t feel like standing here listening to you spout bullshit.”

“Max said we have to go on  a raid tonight,” Eric grinned like the sick bastard he was. Only he could get joy out of taking more from those who had nothing. “I mean I know you had nothing planned so I told Max that you’d be the other leader along side me.”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She was irritated that he had just offered her up when she was busy tonight. “I actually was busy tonight, but since you need the best I guess I can cancel. Anything else?”

“You busy? Right,” He laughed while she turned towards the door. “What were you planning on actually going out tonight?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” She hissed back seeing his stupid smirk still on his face. “God, you’re such an ass and I have no idea how I consider you a friend.”

“Where you actually going to go out tonight,” She saw his face turn serious, leaning against the table. To her he actually seemed upset at the thought of her actually having a life.

“Yeah, Danny invited me to have a drink. So I thought why not,” She shrugged, thinking of the dark haired guy who always worked on her tattoos. “But I can go tonight.”

“Forget it,” He snarled, pushing past her towards the door. Her own anger sparked and she reached out grabbing his arm.

“What the hell is up with you,” She hissed, unfazed by his pissed off demeanor. “Seriously, why the hell are you upset that for once I have-”

She was cut off short by large hands grasping her face and pulling her into a searing kiss. She froze at first unable to move, but she relaxed into him gripping him closer getting lost in his harsh yet soft lips. Before he pulled away, “That’s why.” She watched him walk off, while she stayed silent still in shock that he had kissed her and she had kissed him back.


She sat beside Four lost in her thoughts. “What’s wrong with you?” She looked up seeing Four’s curious brown eyes. “You’re usually not this quiet.”

“I have to do something tonight, and I have to cancel with Danny. I would ask you to help, but I know you don’t like raids,” It wasn’t a total lie, but she wasn’t Candor so it shouldn’t matter.

Four gave her a look as if he didn’t believe her, but he dropped the subject. She looked up seeing Eric and Max, Eric met her eyes before rolling them. Typical ass. “Y/N!” She jumped when an arm was thrown across her shoulders and green eyes stared at her. “Are you still up for tonight?”

She glanced away from Eric smiling at the tattoo artist. “Sorry, but something urgent came up. I’m needed somewhere else.”

“Bummer,” Danny grinned, but the look in his eyes dimmed. “Maybe next time?”

“Yeah,” She smiled back, while sliding her chocolate cake over to Four. “I’m going to go get ready for tonight. “See you Danny.” Y/N left the table trailing her fingers over her lips, no matter what she did, she could still feel Eric’s lips.

She frowned to herself, she was acting like some teenage child, unlike the adult soldier she was. She sighed grabbing her clothes changing into something darker for tonight. She refused to let this get to her, there was an assignment that needed to be done and she was going to get it done, no matter how much she hated raiding the Factionless.


Y/N sighed waiting for the others getting prepared, while waiting for Eric to show. “Was it just me or was the chocolate cake extra good tonight,” Jake grinned tossing his arm over her shoulder. She grinned at him, before remembering that she had given her cake to Four. “C’mon Y/N, where’s my chocolate buddy at?”

“Enough, the train will be here in three minutes,” Eric yelled while she yawned into her shoulder. The lack of sugar made her tired. “Tired L/N? Maybe you shouldn’t go,” Eric sneered pushing past her shoulder harshly.

She rolled her eyes debating whether or not to shoot him in his leg. She shrugged Jake’s arm off, breaking into a run when she saw the train. She grabbed the door, hauling herself in sitting on one of the boxes. She watched Eric haul his ass in before shooting a death glare at her. Once everyone was in, Eric growled out what the plan was. They would all be paired into two, each of them searching the factionless for any contraband. She stood up, standing next to Eric. “Are you going to be pissy throughout this whole thing?”

“Shut the fuck up,” He glared at her, moving towards Zora. “You’re with me,” He growled out standing next to her, while she batted her eyelashes at him.

Y/N rolled her eyes again. Sick bastard. “Jake, you better not get me killed.” She looked over to her left seeing Jake’s twitchy self.


She crouched behind a crate shielding herself from the bullets. The Factionless had gotten their hands on guns and they were picking them off one by one. She frowned seeing Jake’s limp body, before looking to see if there was anyone around her. She grumbled when she noticed that she was alone, she was probably going to die here. She breathed in calming her mind, before she stood up aiming, shooting down a few Factionless. She ran ducking away from the flying bullets, she cried out when she felt pain on her right leg. Y/N dragged herself behind the wood boxes, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to make it out alive, but she wasn’t going to give up. She ripped her shirt tying it around her wound on her lower leg, before checking how many bullets she had left. Shit. She only had 10. Ten fucking bullets. She could heard the crunch of gravel behind her and from the sound of it, it was more than ten people. She tensed and aimed her rifle, before bright lights were shining on her. She let go of the rifle when she saw some of her friends.

“What the hell too you guys so long,” She hissed, standing up. “I was almost out of bullets.”

Y/N watched Four step forward grasping her before she lost her balance. “We lost Jake. I don’t know where the others went, but most followed Eric.”

“Why didn’t you,” The short blonde haired girl snapped. “Jake was probably killed because of you.”

“You dumb shit, he got wounded in the leg. Unlike you I stay with my partner.” She hissed lunging forward while Four held her back.

She smirked before Max sent her a death glare.  “Four, take her to the vehicle.” Four nodded and began hauling her weight towards the truck. “And Y/N, don’t punch and kick any of the staff.”

Y/N still had her eyes on the blonde girl. “At least we know she would never make it in leadership.” She made sure her voice was loud enough so that the ugly blonde heard her. Y/N smirked in triumph when the blonde shot a death glare at her. As if it would scare her. “Great now I have to be weak in front of the initiates.”

Four rolled his eyes hauling her up into the truck, ordering them to return back to the Dauntless HQ. “Are you going to be friendly or do they have to sedate you?”

She glared at him while he sent her a smirk. “What do you think?”


She opened her E/C eyes, damning Four internally for letting them sedate her. She glared at the harsh white lights, sitting up. She looked around the room seeing a few injured Dauntless laying in the other beds. She made a move to get up, only for her to curse at the pain radiating up her leg. She sighed grabbing the sweats that were beside her, she whimpered lowly while she struggled to put on the stupid sweats.

“What the hell are you doing,” She dropped the sweats cursing Eric internally when she realized she couldn’t reach the sweats. She heard his boots against the floor, not looking at him in her weakened state. “You need to be resting.”

“I need to go home,” She whispered looking down at the sweats. This is one place she dreaded with all of her heart. This is where she was brought when her parents died, she hated the clean smell and the bright lights. This place was death to her and she wanted out.

“You wouldn’t be here if you would’ve just-” Eric bent down grabbing her sweats, offering them up to her. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” She hissed grabbing her sweats going back to struggling to put her pants on. Eric sighed grabbing her sweats back from her grasping her injured leg lightly before pulling her sweats up. “I didn’t need your help, I would’ve did it eventually.”

“Well I just did it for you, so how about a thank you,” Eric grinned grabbing her boots, helping her put her feet in. Once her feet were in he tried to help her up, but she shoved his arm away moving to get down. Falling forward, with a yelp she braced herself for the pain. She hit the floor with a thump, breathing fast trying to control the pain. “Are you ready for my help now or do you still wanna be stubborn? Your choice.”

“You’re such as ass,” She whimpered while she felt his arms grasp her up, holding her to his chest. “Just please get me out of here,” She breathed blinking away the tears. He nodded, hauling her into his arms carrying her. She clenched her teeth together, knowing how weak she was and the way he was carrying her made her seem even more helpless than she felt.


Eric set her down on her couch, before sitting on her coffee table raising an eyebrow at her. She held his gaze, while he leaned forward pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry you got shot.”

She blinked a few times before she tried not to look shocked. He was never one to apologize. “Unexpected things happen when the Factionless are involved. It’s not your fault.” She yawned, blinking tiredly.

“You should get some rest,” Eric murmured moving to help her up.

She pushed his hands away, gesturing for him to sit down. “Just stay here with me.” He raised an eyebrow at her, before shrugging his shoulders sitting beside her. She leaned into him, feeling him tense slightly. “I’m hoping your done being an ass so we can talk..”

“Talk about what? I kissed you, you kissed back. Done,” He said, moving slightly so she was more comfortable. “I’m here with you so you know where I stand.”

“Say it… I want you to say it,” She glanced up at him, before laying back down on him.

“I want you,” His voice made her smile before she lifted herself onto his lap, wincing at her pain. “No games. No one else. Just you.” He placed his hand on her cheek.

“Just me, huh?” She couldn’t help but grin, while she set her hand on his. “Let’s try this then. No one else, just us.”