finally some moment between these two

How to incorporate a typical teenage love story into a show

1. Have the two love interests, one will be quirky and ditzy, the other will be a bad boy/rebel

(make sure the quirky/ditzy one is very oblivious, to the point where it actually kills you)

2. Make them hate each other (because they think that they’re complete opposites) so that no one would even guess that they would ever have a relationship in the future

3. Again, you gotta really sell their rivalry, you need to trick your audience

4. Also make sure to subtly show that they’re more similar than they realize 

5. As the story progresses, make it painfully obvious that the bad boy has developed feelings for the quirky/ditzy character by making him jealous and having him flirt a lot 

(make sure the quirky/ditzy character is still completely and utterly oblivious to this)

5. Force a love interest onto the bad boy to cause unnecessary drama 

6. Have a moment where the bad boy saves the quirky/ditzy character from danger

Making it seem as if they’re going to get together

But then they don’t because it’s way too early for that and you gotta keep the audience on their feet!

7. Drag out the rivalry some more (even though it’s mainly just the bad boy being salty that his crush doesn’t recognize in the slightest that he’s pining because they’re oblivious af)

8. Give them a few random moments where they actually enjoy being with each other as well, it makes the audience think there might be something going on between the two but they’re not 100% sure

9. When the bad boy gets into some sort of danger, make the ditzy/quirky/oblivious character finally realize after forever that “Oh shit, I actually do kinda care about this guy.”

9. Distrupt this sudden, important realization that could have actually led to their relationship starting by dropping a huge bomb into the story 

10. Leave the audience on a giant cliffhanger, wondering if this situation will bring them closer together or farther apart.

Maybe in season 100 they’ll possibly get together? Who knows? The audience will just have to wait and see! 

03. Valentine’s Day (M)

A/N: In honor of it being Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to embrace my trash self and write a little mini scenario for each member. Some are PWP some have backstory but they are all filled with filthy smut. Enjoy xx. :’)

Genre/Warnings: Smut; (pardon my vulgarities) featuring a Possessive Seokjin, The Pussy-Eating King Yoongi, Candle Expert Hoseok, Daddy Joon, Sub Jimin, Smug Tae, and Creative Kook.


Seokjin:

It was incredibly rare when Seokjin let his composure go and his patience wear thin. Normally he was gentle, the man taking every bit of his time to map your body out, making sure he takes notice as to what gets you writhing in pleasure beneath him. He’s patient, always putting you first, and he never asks for anything in return. But there are certain things that make him tick – one being when another man can’t seem to keep his eyes to himself.

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totally late for the party xD but just wanted to appreciate how preciously perfect and adorable this shot of Betty & Jughead are together at Poptates, especially since these two have no concept of personal space whatsoever, even when they were just platonic friends! *heart eyes* Look at her arms wrapped over his knees that’s propped up on the booth chair…. she’s just a shy away from sitting on his lap xD…..with his arms draped behind her as usual. They look so happy and blissful side by side and have to say, they are such a perfect fit for each other, physically, intellectually and emotionally that it’s hard to imagine them with any other people after this. 

Regardless of how Bughead will end up or their fates after the season finale, the level of development these two characters have undergone since the first episode is tremendous, especially the progression of their relationship with each other. The fact that they didn’t even have any interactions with each other in the first episode, and then when they first lay their eyes on each other in that second episode at Poptates….it was such an iconic heart eyes inducing moment the way his eyes & face light up like he’s found his angel….truly makes the audience (or at least me xD) feel like they are soulmates who’ve finally found each other, two contrasting personalities that need each other to be whole. They simply belong together and it’ll be such a waste after all that development…for something to tear them apart…. but then again, this is a tv show and what’s a relationship without some angst and drama ey? 

Plus, even if something happens between them to break them apart, the fun of shipping is seeing the possibilities of them finding each other again knowing that they truly belong together. It’s amazing how far they’ve come….from the point when Jughead lamented how he’s the invisible one in the booth eventho there’s four of them, saying that Archie is the luckiest redheaded guy in the universe, which then, we didn’t realise that he’s actually giving us an insight to his feelings that he could’ve been holding a torch for Betty all these years….(especially when he released that huge sigh of relief and contentment after he kissed her in her room..like he finally had the guts to do something about it)..….and wanting some of that attention which Betty has always given to Archie……to finally feeling that he belonged with them and that he actually got his girl, the happiness that he’s been secretly craving for…. Seriously. Betty & Jughead’s relationship on Riverdale has been such a surreal dream come true….especially for those of us who have been rooting for them for years in the comics…be it as platonic friends or more…as long as it makes them happy. <333 Sorry for the longass post. 

I’ve always really appreciated whenever any form of media can tell a story, or at least part of one, without any sort of dialogue. One of my favorites comes from Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate in the form of the rivalry between the Hunter and the Gore Magala. Most of the monsters in the series are little more than beasts to kill, even if some, like the Zinogre, do have a bit more personality, but there’s a bit more to 4U’s Gore Magala. It’s encountered multiple times in the single player story mode where the player is ill-equipped to deal with it before taking it on properly in quest literally called “Tipping the Scales”, which works both as a pun on the Magala using its scales to “see” and a way to show that the player is finally ready to take it on for real. After finally taking it down, it still isn’t done (even after doing the quest multiple times over to get a full armor set and weapon, but details), as through some means or another, it survives and sheds its black scales, becoming the “final boss”, the Shagaru Magala. When the final battle finally starts, the pre-battle cutscene really sets the mood, with the black clouded sky and the hunter and Shagaru Magala staring each other down showing that one way or the other, this is a final battle to the death, not between a hunter and monster, but between two rivals with a very real history. All of this is super badass and all done without a single word from either rival. One of the greatest moments in the entire series, if not the greatest.

supersupergirl  asked:

Prompt: the green ranger joins the team (a female tommy) and likes and flirts with trini. Kimberly gets jealous and has to confront her own feelings for trini.

Tommy Oliver is fine. 

And not – Kimberly would like to clarify – ‘fine’ as in super attractive, mainly because that’s a totally separate and unrelated discussion for another time. 

She’s just… fine. Acceptable. Adequate. Whatever. 

And watching her now – training in the Pit with the Rangers like she totally belongs there – it’s fine. And if Kim is frowning about it – about Tommy’s cocky little smirk as she flips Trini onto her back and pins her to the ground in a way that’s just completely unnecessary and unhelpful to their improvement as Rangers – well, that’s all… professional disagreement.

Because Tommy is fine and Kim doesn’t have a problem with her or the way she’s now dumping the contents of her stupid green water bottle onto Trini’s face, like that’s cute or something. 

(It’s not.) 

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Humans and Animals are Weird

You probably have seen plenty of Human are Weird/Space Orcs, but what if this weirdness isn’t exclusive to Humans. How about animals? I don’t mean a fox launching like a rocket to land face first on its food and get stuck vertically in snow, but something a bit closer to home

Imagine the crew making a stop on Earth, and most of the beings make the sensible thing and they stay indoors, away from all that Human madness, but there one who decides to “get a tour” as Human Maria put it.

Yo'lan is fascinated by humans, so xe jumped to the chance of experiencing Earth’s public transport with xer Human friend.

The pair make their way to the metro, waiting with all the other small Humans, when two of xer 5 eyes see something that looks out of place. A small gray bird is on the platform, seemingly unafraid of the much larger Humans around it. Yo'lan looks around, but no Human seems to think there’s anything unusual about it so Yo'lan simply watches.

Yo'lan still remains quiet when a big furred creature makes its way next to the bird and sits down, looking towards the metro tracks.

A few moments later the metro finally arrives and the two animals stand up to follow a door as it slows down. Yo'lan follows Human Maria and they take two empty seats. Still, Yo'lan keeps three eyes on the two animals as the larger one lays down across two seats, stretching its front paws out, while the bird waddles between two seats, snuggly settling down in the space between seats.

Some humans take out some of recording devices to make a short recording of the animals, but nobody says or do anything about the apparently wild animals.

“Human Maria,” Yo'lan finally breaks, turning towards xer friend. “Why is that dog in the metro?”

“That’s a coyote,” Human Maria looks at the furry creature as the coyote opens its maw wide in a yawn. The smaller human makes the shoulder-lift motion as a smile crosses her face. “Well, he’s obviously tired, maybe he didn’t want to drive back home?”

Later that night, Yo'lan was still trying to process what Maria told xer. Wild species mimicking Human behaviors, something Humans found endearing and common enough to simply take it as part of their everyday lives, but not more than that. Could this be why they allowed so many animal species without an apparent use to continue living alongside them? Could the humans have found a kinship towards these wild creatures that still tried to live like them?

Regardless, such philosophical thoughts could wait for another day. Yo'lan was now busy with the discovery that Humans had literally hundreds of Earth years worth of recordings of animals behaving outside their instincts, and xe intended to absorb as much info as xe could.

Maybe it was not just Humans that are weird, maybe every native of this planet was weird!

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Think of those street cats and dogs begging for headpats from random strangers, a crow asking a human to open a water bottle, all kind of dogs and cats taking the bus or the metro to visit their owners at work, pets having discussions with their humans, all the pizza rats!

This was very much inspired by a twitter video of a pigeon waiting for the train, walking into the car like it owned the place and then sitting on the space between cars, and also by a gif of a coyote chilling on two seats in the bus.

snuggsthebunn  asked:

have you done edging/overstim with the rfa gang + saran cuz binch plz make a thirsty hoes dreams come true you're giving the earth what god wants ily thank u

I’m gonna try writing short little ficlets for these! Doing the bulletpoints would just make this so damn long.

Yoosung

He swallowed thickly as you got on your knees behind him, squeezing his ass cheek.

“How many times did I beat you, Yoosungie~?”

Ahh, he loved that nickname, but not in this context. He pushed his face against his bed, ashamed at his pose: Face down ass up with a pillow between his legs.

“S-Seven times.”

“Mmmhmm,” You dug your nails into his ass cheek and he tried hiding his little mewl against the mattress. “Seven times. I thought you were such a good gamer, hm?”

You had challenged him earlier to a game, but on the conditions that if he lost, you got to have your way with him. He still couldn’t figure out if he lost on purpose or not.

When you first spanked him, he let out a surprised yelp, his lubed up cock rubbing against the pillow between his legs. God, he was already so hard after you putting the cockring on, and now you were going to spank him too?

You kept it up, each harsh smack causing him to rub against the pillow, trying his best not to more or let out little begs as you degraded him. You took your time too, taking turns on each cheek

When you finally were done, you planted a little kiss on his reddened cheek.

“You need to get better at games, Yoosung.”

He nodded against the bed, happy at the cool sensation against the pain. You started a few little kisses, promising to help soothe his sore ass, but without warning you reached between his legs and started fondling his balls. He gasped, bucking against the pillow again. He was already so riled up, why were you teasing him so much?

“M-Mc!”

You giggled, but helped him switch positions and lay on his back. You laid on your stomach, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“I guess I should make you feel at least a little good, huh?”

Oh god, he wanted to feel good so bad, but…He was still wearing the cock ring. He watched you take his cock fully into your mouth, working quickly on him as he squirmed and whined out. He was already backed up already, before tonight! And he finally gets to have sex with you again and this is what you do?

The whole blowjob was painfully amazing. He just wanted to cum, he just wanted to so bad! But you were dragging this for so long! His fingers threaded through your hair without thinking, his nails digging in as he tried not to fuck your face.

Without any warning, you undid the cockring for him, and then he couldn’t stop himself. He quickly thrusted into your mouth, letting out such a loud moan as he finally came down your throat.

Jumin

During the whole ride to the restaurant, you were in the back, teasing him with your lips and hand- Constantly palming him as you bit his lip in between kisses, making him let out a low groan.

It wasn’t often you were able to take control, but when you did it was exhilarating. Really, you could always ask to switch the roles around, but you really, really, liked him being in control. 

As you teased your tongue against his, your hand reached to start unbuckling his pants when you noticed just how hard he had gotten. However, before you could even start to loosen the buckle, the car slowed to a stop, Driver Kim already opening his door to get ready to help the both of you out.

Quickly, you pulled back, straightening yourself up as he tugged on your coat.

“Let me hold your coat, or else it’s going to be obvious.”

WIlling yourself not to have your cheeks redden now, you shrugged it off, handing the garment over to him to hide his erection with.

The whole walk inside, getting to your seat and everything, was a constant teasing. Your hand would wrap around his waist, purposely brushing against his ass enough to make him clear his throat. He’d lean and whisper in your ear- Pointless things, but his breath there made you shiver.

When the two of you finally sat down and ordered, he stared you down as the waitress walked away, you giving him a innocent smile.

“What is it, honey?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes, but he showed a strained smirk instead.

“I’m still…Excited.”

“Ooh, about that new business deal?” You teased.

He knew your act, trying to pretend nothing hot and heavy had just went on. “Yes, the… Other side is being quite provoking.”

“Are they now?”

“Yes. Just taking away what I want the most at the last second, making me bargain for more.”

You blushed a bit, being interrupted by the waitress again for drinks. Once she left, you looked around the restaurant. No one was looking at the two of you, and…you were in a quiet, dark, corner…

You set your purse to hang off the back of your chair, looking at how long the table cloth was. If you were quick enough…

“Cover me,”

“What-Mc??”

You quickly ducked under the table, quiet for a moment and trying to hear if no one noticed. Fortunately, Jumin was whispering harshly to you, letting you know how foolish you were and how lucky the both of you were that no one saw.

Holding back a giggle, you started working on his belt like you had been in the car, and he instantly went quiet. Smiling, you worked his cock out of his pants, surprised it was still as hard as it was before, even leaking a bit.

“Ooh, you weren’t lying.”

How long had he been like this? Was he teasing himself mentally the whole time, unable to calm down? He must be aching.

You held it as you ran your tongue from the base up, hearing the table clatter a bit as he reached under and grabbed a fistful of your hair. It hurt, but nothing too bad. It certainly made you unable to keep your excitement at bay. 

You heard footsteps and saw his straighten up. The waitress must be back.

You heard them talking, the waitress wondering if she needed to wait until you had came back from wherever, and you could hear him clearing his throat, trying to sound calm….

Until you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue to lap up the precum. You heard his voice hitch, the waitress question him, his hand tighten with your hair again. It was hard not to let out a noise, but you managed to hold back as the waitress walked away.

You didn’t have the upperhand for long. As soon as she was far enough, both of his hands slipped under the table, pushing your head down and forcing you to take him all at once. 

Your eyes teared up a bit, and you felt something hot spurt down the back of your throat. You let him hold you in place until his grip loosened, then you carefully pulled back, kissing his cock for good measure.

After you wiped your mouth, you carefully snuck back into your chair, thankful no one had noticed. Unfortunately, Jumin still looked riled up and his face was a bit red.

“We’re going home.”

“What? Was it that bad?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, pulling out his wallet to leave something to pay for the wine the two of you had hardly touched. “I need more, now.”

Seven

Watching Seven ride you was amazing, and you understood why he loved you riding him so much.

You had recently gotten a vibrating dual strap on. On your end, you had a nice little bit that rubbed against your gspot, and on his end he got a thick dildo to bounce up and down on.

You watched his cock move along with him, bobbing a bit with a thick steady drip of precum working its way to the cockring around his base. When you looked at his expression, he was completely blissed the fuck out. Glasses skewed, mouth open and drooling a bit, eyes half lidded and nearly rolled back.

The dildo must have been hitting him in all the right places. God, at this rate, you wouldn’t even need him to get you off, the little vibrating bullet in you able work well enough with the visuals he was providing.

You felt your heart nearly stop as he let out a strangled moan, seizing up and rocking a tad. He had stopped pumping the fake cock in and out of him, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded, biting his lip. “So close, so so close.”

It was the third time he had gotten this close, but this had came quicker than the others. You reached out, your thumb teasing the tip of his cock, a disgusting and open-mouthed, tongue hanging moan escaping him.

“You can cum if you want to, baby, it’s fine.”

He leaned back, willing himself to open his eyes and look at you with an unsure expression. When you reached for his cockring, he nodded, and you took it off slowly.

Once it was completely off, you started pumping his cock as he lightly bounced on the dildo again, breathing deeply. After just a few moments, he finally came, his cum shooting out so hard that some even landed on your cheek.

You were completely content with just that being the end of it, but after he barely caught his breath, he was fixing his glasses and slipping between your legs.

When you tried to protest, he stopped you.

“Let me make you feel good for doing that for me.”

Zen

The two of you stumbled into the dressing room, hardly able to keep your hands off each other before so. He slipped his hands expertly up your shirt, bringing it along and flinging it to the side, groping at your breasts.

“You really don’t have any self control, do you?”

He almost whined at your teasing, letting go of your breasts and squeezing your ass, forcing your hips to meet his as he bucked against you without any shame.

“M-Mc, come on, I need this,” His breath was hot against your ear as he begged. “All those texts, those looks during rehearsal, you’re such a damn tease.”

You tried keeping your cool, but with how he was grinding against you, you couldn’t even attempt to.

“Y-You need to be tamed, Zenny- Ah!”

His mouth was at your neck, sucking past bruises, his moan nearly sounding like a growl. “Let me take it off.”

You reached a hand in between the two of you, groping him and causing him to gasp and groan. Before you could tease again, he picked you up and had you sitting on the make-up table, yanking off your pants a bit clumsily, but fast. As soon as it and your underwear was off, he was undoing his own pants, pulling his hard and flushed cock out.

You bit your lip, seeing the precum dripping off of him already, the cockring at the back of his cock begging to be removed.

“Tell me it’s okay, Mc, tell me I can-”

“Do it.”

Instantly he was on you, pushing his tip into you, waiting for your telltale moan to allow him to push in all the way. You whined, tangling your fingers with the fabric of his shirt as he pounded into you harshly. It didn’t hurt, but god the two of you hadn’t gone this quick and rough before.

You quickly bit his shoulder, his wet moan in your ear as you muffled your noises. He was going so fast- so fast!

“Letmecum, god please, Mc. Letmecumletme-”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, clamping them down and forcing him deeper into you. As you did so, you wrapped a hand around that damned ponytail of his and pulled, making such a choked guttural moan leave him.

That was it, that had to be the breaking limit for him. He was still bucking into you, but they were wild, uncoordinated. It felt good, but you hadn’t felt him so fucked up before. Clumsily you reached in between the both of you, managing to get him to pause long enough for you to undo the latch of the cockring. 

You couldn’t even grab it. Once it was undone, he forced your hips to meet his, the ring falling onto the floor as he completely slammed into you, letting out such strangled noises as he finally came into you, panting against your neck.

After the two of you composed yourselves, Zen having to help you stay steady on your legs, you decided it was best if you waited outside for him to finish up with practice.

It wasn’t until the two of you got home that you both realized you left the cockring in  the dressing room.

Saeran

The two of you had decided to try overstimming together. It was something you were curious about, and a kink he had always wanted to try out. But, he wasn’t expecting that you wanted to use it on him as well.

After a few rounds of normal doggy style sex, you couldn’t stop clenching so tightly around him. Somehow, in this position, he was able to keep rubbing perfectly against your gspot, making you bite into his pillow.

Of course, this was having a toll on him as well.

Normally, he didn’t have issues lasting a while, which is why he was so surprised you wanted him to wear a cockring, but since he didn’t mind he wore it anyway. Now, as you hit your third orgasm- squealing into the pillow and letting out such a lewd ass moan afterwards- he was nearly at the brink of just begging you to let him cum inside of you.

He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus in was the feeling of your wet heat around him, his balls feeling tight as all hell. He was so damn close, he couldn’t even focus on sitting upright. Now he his forehead was against your back as he groaned into you, forcing your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Nnngh, I’m so fucking close, Mc, I’m so fucking close, just a bit more, jus-Ahn!”

He stopped mid-thrust as you reached between the yours and his legs both, groping at his balls. He made a deep whine in his throat, and then suddenly he couldn’t stop snapping his hips into you. The sound of skin slapping together so harshly was nearly enough to make you cum again, but you were so weak and so over-fucked, your mind felt numb.

“T-Take it off, god damnit, nownownownow! I can’t- I need to cum inside of you, I need to right nowrightnow!”

His voice was deep, guttural, and with clumsy fingers you undid the latch on his cockring. As soon as it slipped off, he was biting your shoulder hard enough to break the skin, a loud groan barely being muffled rushing out as he thrusted a handful of times more. He came with a deep final thrust, keeping his cock in you and he sloppily panted against your back.

After a few moments, he slowly slid out, the both of you groaning before flopping on the bed. He reached an arm out, quickly pulling you to him and placing small and lazy kisses against your head.

“Once I catch my breath, we’re going again.”

When you looked at him shocked, you could see a tired but stern and commanding look in his eye.

“You didn’t let me cum that whole time while you did. You really didn’t think you were getting away with that, did you?”

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

Similarities between Starco and Robstar

It will be long post. 

Well, we all think that history of Star and Marco is original, sure it is, but we all have forgotten about precursor of love between a human boy and an alien girl - Robin and Starfire. 

In this post I will show how similar these two couples are. I will start with parallels between characters, then between couples.

Star/Starfire

1. Both girls are named “Star”. I know that the full name of girl from Teen Titans is Starfire, but even Robin or Beast Boy sometimes call her just Star. For example in the episode “How long is forever”. 

2. Both girls are always cheerful and happy. 

3. Both girls are princesses in their worlds. 

4. Both girls have superpowers

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7 Minutes (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: nope

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

summary: you & Shawn meet during a fun game of 7 Minutes in Heaven after you have a rough breakup with a recent ex. 

a/n: as always, tell me what you think! I think I like this one a lot. ;)

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“Where’s Jonathan tonight?”

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Drunken Mistakes [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: I’m sorry but no fluff here. There’s been too much fluff lol

Warning: Angst, Swearing

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Your friends and family always told you to leave him. That you were just a current attraction, that it would never last. How he had you wrapped around his finger and constantly walks all over you.

You never thought about it that way. You always thought it was being flexible. They don’t know his past the way you do. They don’t know that he’s out cleaning up Gotham’s streets every night. Yes, you often bend to his needs more than he does yours.

You’re the one who keeps the apartment clean, cooks dinner, does the laundry, goes grocery shopping, all while attending school and keeping a steady job. Jason would help you if he had the time right? But he doesn’t every day its a new mission with Bats or the Outlaws.

Basically Jason said ‘jump’ and you ask ‘how high?’ But you were used to it. You love him and would do anything for him. And he loves you. One thing you pride your relationship on is that he never even glances the way of another girl.

Well at least that’s what you thought and what his friend would tell you, though you never asked to be told.

Jason had been gone with the Outlaws for a four day mission, but was getting home a day late tonight. It was often the Outlaws would get hung up and ended up getting home later than supposed too. One of them always texted or called if that was the case.

You always stay up and wait for when he gets home from long missions.

Sitting on your couch you skimmed through a book waiting for him to walk through the door, and it didn’t take too long for that happen.

Hearing the noise of keys in the lock, you pulled the book from your face and glanced at the hallway. When the sound of the door opening reached your ears. 

Setting the book aside when he came into view. “Welcome home Jay” standing to meet him halfway.

“Hey babe” He replied, but there was something off about his tone and demeanor. “What’s wrong?” asking, a confused expression making it’s way to your face.

He shifted uncomfortable, “[F/n] I did something, something bad” not meeting your eyes. Tilting your head to meet his eyes, asking “What? You can tell me”

“I-I got really drunk last night. Roy, Kori, and I all went out to celebrate the success and we all got super drunk and I honestly didn’t mean of any of this to happen it was all a mistake” his eyes bore into yours with regret.

He’s not going to say what you think he’s going to say is he?

“Jay you’re scaring me” taking a small step back.

“I’m so sorry [F/n], I cheated on you” you could feel your breath stop as tears came to your eyes. “What?”

“It was all a mistake, I didn’t want any of it to happen. It meant nothing to me, I barley even remember last night” not realizing that those words made it worse.

“Obviously it meant something if it’s one of the few things you remember!” yelling through your tears.

“NO! That’s not what I meant” He said before you turned your back. Not able to look at him. Arms crossed over your stomach as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

He reached out, when his fingers barley grazed your skin you turned and stepped away from him. “Don’t touch me!” growling shortly. Your tone was a mixture of sadness, anger, confusion, and most importantly betrayal.

“God I was so fucking stupid! I should’ve listened to them, my friends, my family. They were so damn right! What even am I Jason? Other than your goddamn door mat!” screaming at him. You’d never yelled at him like this before.

“You’re not my doormat! I love you [F/n]! You’re the love of my life!” he yelled back. Desperation filling his expression, tone, his whole being completely.

“Then why do I feel so unloved huh? Why do I feel like I’m just something you come back too? Like I’m some goddamn collectable!” You had no idea you felt like this until the words were spilling out of your mouth. He’s been using you this whole time, how can you trust what he’s saying now?

When he didn’t answer, you just shook your head. A scoff escaping your lips, “I’m fucking done” turning your back to get a jacket from the coat rack.

“[F/n] please” he tried to stop you. “I can’t loose you, it won’t ever happen again”

“Well I can’t fucking take this anymore Jason! It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I can’t come back to a empty apartment for the rest of my life. I’m so–” You stopped realizing something, “No, I’m not sorry. I have nothing to be sorry for” Turning your back to him for the last time and putting a hand on the door knob.

“Goodbye Jason, I hope your fling was worth it” Opening the door before stepping out. Not having noticed his attempt to stop the door before you slammed it shut. You stayed leaning against the door, finally letting out a strained sob while covering your mouth.

Jason was leaning on the door by his forearms. His head hanging between his arms. Tears stinging at his own eyes. ‘How could I be so stupid? I’m such a fucking idiot’ he thought before pushing himself up.

Turning around, in a moment of rage he punched a whole straight through the wall. Before finally breaking down.

How could he hurt you like that?

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**I might do a part two, but who knows at this point in life. (If anyone wants to see that send me a request or message or some sort of communication thing lol)

***I have one more open spot in my requests if anyone is interested ;)

Unworthy - Part 2 - NewtXReader

Read part 1 again before reading part 2 so it makes sense :)

PART 1: here

Info: Coming to the realisation that you weren’t good enough anymore for Newt, you head back to the lonely apartment, were another confrontation takes place..

If you enjoy this please like and reblog, why not check out my masterlist or send in some requests? xx

Masterlist: here

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“I-I..” newt nervously stuttered, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. A deep blush hid his freckles, as his eyes grew wide with wonder and his full lips parted in shock. Newt anxiously hovered, time coming to standstill between the two of you. Fear that he had just misheard what you said prevented him from speaking. What if he simply imagined it?

Caught in the heat of the moment you had had finally confessed, worry washing over you as you waited for his reaction. The deadly silence hung in the air until from the corner of your eye a curvy figure approached behind Newt. Confidence radiating every step she took. Just as glamorous as before, before you stood the woman who had been attempting to flirt with Newt all night. Feeling more self conscious than ever, you shrunk back slightly, intimidated by her looks. Upon noticing your presence she shot daggers with her eyes at you, giving you clear signals to leave.

“Newt, are you not coming back inside?You’ll get a cold out here hun ” she seductively purred in his ear, her arm attempting to slither around his.

Newt froze to her touch, although his attention solely on you. He looked completely lost for words, an absolute nervous wreck. How he longed to tell you that he felt the same, but the words wouldn’t form.

You however felt the fool. Here you just blurted out the feelings you’ve felt for Newt, all while he’s in the arms of another woman?

You knew when you weren’t wanted..

Picking yourself off the ground you dashed towards the streets, completely ignoring Newt’s protests. A proud smirk hung on the glamorous woman’s face in victory, now she had him all to herself.

Newt however ripped himself from her death grip, attempting to follow you, but it was too late. Unfortunately you weren’t as simple to track as one of his beasts, no clues left of your sense of direction. You were already gone.

“Bugger”, Newt mumbled under his breath, as he helplessly thought were you had disappeared to.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach you made your way down the empty street, not daring to glance back for fear of being confronted. Upon arriving at your apartment you dashed into the room completely forgetting to lock the door again. You couldn’t care less, the embarrassment consuming you.

The only relief you got was the satisfaction of removing the painful heels that had been cutting you all night. Although you detested them, you wanted to make a special effort to look beautiful for Newt. Guess that didn’t matter anymore..

Changed into cosy pyjamas, with a mug of warm coco, you sat on the large window frame. Huddled in a heap of cotton blankets staring into the night sky, you willed yourself to forget.

In that moment, the flash of calmness protected you from the pain. Regret washed over like the long slow waves on a shallow beach, each ripple icy cold and sending shivers down your spine. How you longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back, you let your feelings slip. There was no way to make it right.

Staring into the darkness of the night, you softly cried. In the distance you heard light footsteps approaching closer. Lifting your tear filled eyes, your blurry gaze meets the frame of a timid looking Newt, who is completely avoiding eye contact.

“I figured I’d find you here. You always make yourself coco when your upset…” Newt playfully whispered though you saw through his empty smile, his attempt at lightening the mood failing miserably.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Newt forget I even said a word tonight”

Newt remained silent for a period of time, before steadily making his way to the window sill where you lay. He sat down on the other side of the window, however your eyes were trained on the night sky, praying you could just be left alone.

“Did you really mean everything you said tonight” Newt’s tone changed this time sounding more broken.

“Yes” you simply replied, longing to avoid going into detail.

“Even the part-”, Newt shyly avoided being specific.

“Everything” you cut him off.

“What about the ‘not having enough time part’?” He shyly questioned.

Silence.

“So it’s true….” Newt sadly mumbled under his breath. Guilt washed over his features at the acceptance of his flaws. Over the past few weeks he could barely recall a time he had spent with you, that had nothing to do with the publishing of the book. He’d been selfish with your time.

“I only exsist when you need something Newt…what happened to everything we said we’d do together? As soon as that book became finished, so did the adventure” you truthfully confessed, “Is it even about the creatures in your case anymore?” Your whispered softly. Newt had made you feel unworthy of him anymore, as though his success had made you of less value. That a bond you had once deemed unbreakable was simply a thing of the past.

Newt turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. Anger flustered across Newt’s face, an expression which was a very uncommon sight to see, “how- how could you even ask that? Writing this journal had nothing to do with fame and deep down you know that. You and my creatures are my top priorities in my life”.

“Newt there’s other girls out there.. ones as beautiful as the ones you saw at the party” You softly whispered, feelings of heartbreak coming to the surface, as you came to the realisation you weren’t good enough anymore. Too sad to cry out or wail, you just sat there as still as a statue.

“You make a valid point. In fact there’s 7 billion people in the world Y/N….yet your the only one who matters”. Newt directly locked his eyes with you, something he’d normally be to shy to do. Reflected in his pupils you saw that every word was the truth, looking at you like you were the only person he could see. A small lob-sided grin crept on his lips as his face held a sincere look to it.

“I’m sorry I-I know-w that I’ve been a bit of a mess since the p-publishing of the book and a mess is the last thing you need right now… but this mess in love with you".

Moving closer towards you his large but gentle hand, softly caressed your face, wiping the last tear away. Your eyes widened slightly as Newt rested his forehead lightly against your own, his auburn mop of curls blocking your view slightly and his shaky warm breath against your skin . Leaning closer he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips feeling a sense of fufillment. Although his touch wasn’t fiery, it made you feel safe and protected, reminding you of home. Curling up in his musclar arms, both of you peacefully observed the outside world through the window. The pitter patter of rain sounding from the roof.

It was then you decided that you were worthy of Newt. That you were worthy for each other and success couldn’t change that.

The fame that came from his book hadn’t changed Newt, it just amplified who he really was.

Just a man who was hopelessly in love with you.

Originally posted by bohemianromance123

anonymous asked:

please please please do headcanons of Jason Todd with a child the world needs more of it ❤️

Not sure if this meant Jason with a random child (from the family) or his own child so I went with headcanon of Jason with his child instead! I have a few similar themed requests so will be posting them up as soon! Thank you for the request though!!

On a side note, other than my masterlist page, I have also added a WIP page! Check them out if you haven’t.


Jason would wake up to his two-year old son drooling all over him. Sometime between his last mission and right at that moment, his son has finally learned how to get up on the bed and crawl all over him. If Jason still feels sleepy, he would grab his son and blow raspberries on his stomach, causing his son to giggle before tucking him in against Jason. “Daddy needs some more sleep, okay?”

Jason tries his hardest to always be there for everything, even though sometimes his businesses gets in the way but he never fails to always call his s/o asking for updates and just talking to his son in general. His son will most likely only be able to say a couple of things but not full sentences yet but it still brings him joy when his son sees his face and calls him ‘daddy’.

In the case that he has a daughter instead of a son, his daughter has Jason wrapped around her fingers. Sometimes Jason finds himself wondering how the hell he has this much love for his own daughter. He never thought he would be having children after what he had been through growing up but his s/o had proved that wrong and he really cherishes his daughter a lot.

Lazy weekends at home mostly consists of Jason taking care of his son or his daughter. He would give his s/o a chance to just do whatever they want: go out, meet up with friends, laze around or catch up on some missed sleep. The first time he told his s/o to just leave him with his child, it ended up disastrous: the house was covered in flour – while trying to make pancakes for the both of them, his child decided to suddenly throw the flour around – and toys were scattered all over the place because who knew his child could crawl so fast??

But after a few tries and constant assuring, Jason can finally manage to handle both household chores and his child. He would not have admitted it to anyone, especially not his s/o, but after the first time fiasco, he had immediately called up Alfred asking for advice because Alfred is the man who single-handedly raised not only Bruce Wayne but literally everyone, including himself! So now he has a few things up his sleeves especially if his child decides to play around in the kitchen again.

Jason’s favourite thing to do is watching his child sleep. As much as he loves watching his child play around or talk to him in their broken sentences/languages, he loves watching them sleep as if there is no care regarding the world and the problem that lies in it. He wants to keep that for his child: the constant peace. His s/o will always find Jason in the middle of the night just watching over his child sleep.

“Rough day?” You would whisper as you wrap your arms around Jason. He would hum and hold on to your hand for a few seconds before bringing it to his lips. The two of you would simply just stay there for the remaining of the night, basking in each other’s presence and watching over your child. When morning came, Jason would just hug you and you would rub his back. “I know you will try your hardest to keep all of us safe.”

anonymous asked:

msr 16 or 148?

Dear anon, I ended up using both! It also got long… I’ve been informed the “read more” doesn’t work on mobile so sorry for the insanely long post

16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” 148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

The first time happens after Donnie Pfaster.

Scully tells Mulder to take her home, please, and without a word he leads her away from the scene, away from the horrors. In the car, he watches her carefully at every turn he makes. They arrive at the motel in silence and she knows this isn’t home, and she knows they won’t get to go home tonight, but she lets him take him inside his room.

“You can have the bed. I'll…” He never finishes his sentence; not that Scully is listening to him anyway. She curls on the bed, tries to make herself so small, so tiny that no one can ever find her here. She winces when the abrasion on her chin comes in contact with the oh so soft pillow. Her eyes close, but the tears find a way through, tainting the white pillowcase.

“Scully, I know you don’t want - how about you take a shower? Maybe I could have a doctor come here and-

“No. Not tonight, Mulder. I promise I’ll get checked out tomorrow. I promise. I’m fine.” She doesn’t lift her head, refuses to look at him; she is done with him pitying her. All she wants now, all she needs, is sleep.

“Shower?” His voice is closer now, but she can’t tell where he is; he is close, and she wants him to be close, as long as she doesn’t have to look directly at him. With her eyes closed, she can almost feel his arms around her still. His hands on her, just holding her to him, being there for her. But he wasn’t there before. Before. The water. In the bathtub.

“No shower.”

“All right.” His voice is a soft sound; so gentle that she is not sure she’s still awake. Silence fills the room and she listens to her own heartbeat, strong and certain; it’s everything she doesn’t feel right now. There’s another sound chiming in; Mulder. A soft rustling tells her that he’s trying to get comfortable somewhere around here. She is not going to ask him to join her in bed. Not this time. So she listens to his tiny noises creating a lullaby that rocks her gently into sleep.

The dream explodes in vivid colors, blinding her, gagging her.

“Breathe, Scully.”

The words reach her, somewhere, but she can’t get away. She’s running, she’s trying, but the hands are around her throat; they’re grabbing at her, closing in around her throat, choking her, and she can’t even scream.

“Just breathe.”

She takes a deep breath and the hands disappear. Her feet stop moving; no more running. Half-conscious, Scully realizes this is a dream. None of this is real. Not the hands around her throat, not the voice. Mulder, she thinks. Even in my dreams, he is right here by my side.

“That’s right, Scully. Just keep breathing.” The voice sounds so real that she almost wonders. Almost. She feels soft warm lips on her cheek, gently kissing her, and she breathes. She just breathes in and out. The lips descend again, on her lips this time, and now she knows this has to be a dream. It has to be.

“Just keep breathing. I’ll be here.”

When it happens again, Scully has already convinced herself that the first time was a dream. The days after the Donnie Pfaster case are hazy at best and the memory of him, of what happened or didn’t happen, in the motel room are pushed aside when Melissa is killed.

Scully wants to go home, just go home, and they won’t let her. Her apartment is still a crime scene. But she can’t face her mother, who pleads with her daughter to leave her alone, please Dana, and Mulder won’t let her go to a hotel. Alone. Without a word she sits in his car and when he gets in it, he stares at her. No words leave his mouth as his eyes plead with her loudly to please, please look at him. She doesn’t.

The car makes a clicking noise, sounds as tired as Scully feels. Any other day she might have told him to have it checked out. Not tonight. Tonight there is nothing to say. Mulder’s hand lands on the small of her back, some things refusing to ever be affected by tragedy, and leads her down the hall to his apartment. She slips through the door before him and settles herself on his couch. The leather, smelling of him, feels familiar and she closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

Mulder lingers between the rooms for a moment, decides to leave the lights off, and finally joins her on the couch.

“You should have let me go to a hotel,” Scully says and her voice sounds hollow, “There’s no space for two people here.”

“You take the couch,” Mulder gets up again, takes off his jacket, and sits at his desk, “I’m not tired.”

“Mulder, you’re still in recovery and-”

“No, Scully. I’m fine,” he almost spits the words out and she startles, “You take the couch, you sleep. I’ll be fine. I have a bedroom, you know.” She doesn’t know and in the dim light, she can’t tell if he’s lying. He probably is and maybe she should care. She just doesn’t.

Scully takes the neatly folded blanket from the back of the couch and wraps it around her. She turns away from Mulder, facing the wall, but feels him all around her. He’s in the leather, in the blanket and he’s keeping her safe; despite her not wanting him to. Scully closes her eyes tentatively; what is she going to see there in the darkness of her own thoughts? But it’s just blackness, so she leaves them shut and waits for sleep to take her.

When they were little girls Melissa taught her to even out her breathing so it seemed like she was asleep when she wasn’t. Back then it came in handy when their parents checked on them late at night. They’d pretend to be asleep and as soon as the air was clear, they could go back to whispering secrets or reading. As they grew older, Melissa stopped doing it. Instead, she would stare their parents straight in the eye, explaining that she was old enough to stay up. Little Dana was never brave enough.

And she isn’t brave enough today either.

She evens out her breath, tears falling silently, remembering a sister she will never see again. Mulder’s chair squeaks and then nothing; afraid he might have woken her up again, he waits. Scully wills herself to keep breathing deeply. It works. She feels Mulder move, and then he’s there. Leaning over her. She can do this, she reminds herself. If he knows that she’s only pretending, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he tightens the blanket around her. He still hovers over her, as if trying to decide on something. Then he leans down, kisses her temple, her nose and finally his lips graze hers. There’s a faint memory; how can she remember the feel of his mouth when he’s never kissed her before? Just as quickly, he is gone again. In the distance a door clicks.

There’s no way she can pretend this is just a dream.

They never talk about it, of course. Both have signed this unwritten agreement that prevents them from mentioning any of this. Lingering hugs are shoved aside just like almost kisses; just a spur of the moment thing. Nothing to see here, no, this never happened.  

Mulder visits her in the hospital after she points a gun on him, thinking he was in cohorts with the Cancerman. It’s long after visiting hours, but to Mulder that’s no reason to stay away. Scully wakes almost, expecting a nurse, but her eyes immediately close again when she sees him. He stands next to her and gently brushes a strand of stray hair away. Scully knows she should say something, stop this. But the truth is she craves his kiss; craves his touch on her. The moment stretches on and on and on. Scully feels sleep tug at her heavily and finally it wins out, captures her. She dreams of Mulder kissing her softly. In the morning she can’t recall if he ever did, or if he just made sure she was safe.

Scully slips in and out of sleep without control, without any agenda. Her body fights the aggressive invader and it is getting weaker, the illness taking the upper hand. She doesn’t expect Mulder to be in her room in the middle of the night. Crying. He’s crying and her heart, what is left of it, is breaking for him. With him. Scully wants to take his hand in hers and tell him it will be all right. There is no strength left in her and she falls asleep to the sound of his quiet, lonely sobs. She knows he kisses her; she feels it in her soul, feels how it kindles her flame. Even if only for a short moment.

Mulder kisses her cheek one night when she falls asleep on his couch after her vacation to Maine. Alone. Not a vacation either. She’s exhausted, but she’s missed Mulder (she doesn’t tell him that) and she so she lets him order take out. He tells her about possessed dolls and how he can find books about this phenomenon if she’s interested. All she’s interested in right now is being here with him, close to him. His words follow her into her dream for a while before it all gets quiet.

“I missed you.” Dream or reality. A kiss on the cheek. One day, she knows, this will have to end. Not tonight, though, as sleep carries her away again.

Mulder kisses her neck when they’re stuck sharing a bed in Kroner, Kansas. They’re posing as a married couple in Arcadia, California and Mulder sneaks into her bedroom, kissing her knuckles; caressing them one by one with his lips. By the time Christmas comes around, she thinks they might be ready. She thinks this might be it. They almost kill each other, so maybe not. Not quite yet.

It happens in New York.

She should be dead. People keep telling her that she should not be alive and she nods, staring into the other direction. The implications too heavy to face here, now. Mulder flies out to visit her (another reminder how close she’s gotten, once again) and hardly ever leaves her bedside.

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” They’re sharing her jello, because Mulder looks like he hasn’t eaten (or slept) in days and Scully is beginning to get sick of it already.

“I can kick his ass myself, thank you.”

“Not right now you can’t. I’ll do it, Scully. Just say the word.”

He calls her mother for her, explains everything. When she wakes up he’s staring at her, his eyes heavy with worry, but also with love. She smiles back at him, silently thanking him for being there. For doing it all for her.

He makes his move the third night she’s there. The nurses are well acquainted with him now; they know they can tell him to leave, but he’ll be back as soon as they turn their backs on him. So they no longer try and just greet him, smile even. Mulder is, after all, quite charming if he wants to be. Scully, too, is used to him being there day and night. She tells him to get some sleep from time to time, just leave her alone for a while, but he is adamant about staying.

“You only get into trouble when I’m not around.”

It’s late when Scully feels tiredness wash over her. She yawns and Mulder looks up from the book he’s reading.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights?”

“No, I don’t mind. Good night, Mulder.”

“Good night, Scully.”

For a while, he reads. Scully hears him turn pages every once in a while. She’s tired, but she just can’t sleep. She’s never been a good patient, and all she wants is to go home and sleep in her own bed. Her thoughts distract her for a moment. The book is closed softly and something about this feels different than all the other times. Mulder appears beside her, his body radiating warmth, and when he leans down she can smell his scent. So much Mulder. He kisses her eyelids softly and then brushes her lips. She almost responds; almost opens her mouth to him. But before she can react at all, he is leaving again, and this time it’s not enough.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

She hears his sharp intake of breath. Scully sits up and bed and watches him, frozen to the spot at the end of her bed. His shoulders slump and he shoots her a lopsided grin that turns into a sad smile.

“You never let me take care of you when you’re awake.”

“You never asked.”

“Are you sure, Scully? All those times you threw your ‘I’m fine’ line at me. I know you don’t want me to see you as weak. Scully, I’ve never considered you weak. Not once. And I never will. You’re the strongest person I know. I just wish sometimes… that you’d let me be there for you. I never planned to kiss you like this. Wait, you knew about this?”

“I might have been awake once or twice.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mulder sits down on her bed carefully. She takes her hand in his, feeling confident now.

“I didn’t want you to stop.” She admits, her eyes meeting his.

“So we could have been doing this for real?” His grin is back and now she’s wearing a matching one.

“There’s still time.”

“Scully, can I kiss you?”

“You never asked before.” She tells him, leaning forward slightly and taking the decision from him. She knows the feeling of his soft lips already; it’s nothing compared to the feel of his tongue sliding into her mouth, meeting hers for the first time.

If this is a dream, she doesn’t want to wake up ever again.

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❗ When you’re Jaebum’s little sister but you’re dating secretly Yugyeom + Im Jaebum, the best brother in the world. 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. 


JYP building did not scare you anymore, not like at the beginning, and Jaebum was already out, with the black mask to cover most of his face, waiting for you.

It was always great to see your big brother but the awareness that in a few time he could kill you and the guy you liked, made the moment slightly frightening.

“Y/N. Why did you decide to come and see the practice? ” Your brother asked, by tightening an arm around your back and entering the building with you.

A small pulled smile drew on your lips, while you shrugged your shoulders and tried to stay calm.

“Can’t I go to see my big brother? I missed you and so here I am! ”

“I missed you too little brat.”

He lowered his mask while he stood you a few steps and you followed him in silence, feeling the stirring increase at every step.

You wanted to see Yugyeom, you made a promise, but you were so afraid of the reaction of your brother that you felt tense as a violin string.

“Y/N” They shouted in chorus all when you entered into the rehearsal room, rushing to hug you and welcome you with joy.

They were a bit like your older brothers and you loved each of them. When Yugyeom gently hugged you, for a split second, all fear vanished completely and you wish the time would stop at that precise moment.

“DON’T KEEP HER ALL FOR YOURSELF MAKNAE, CMON” Jackson protested, who immediately tore you from his embrace and squeezed you vigorously, making a mess of your hair.

“Jackson!” You yelled, making him a small tongue.

“Everybody, can you keep the distance with her?”

You turned to hear Jaebum’s voice, who stared at you with a raised eyebrow and an annoyed expression. If he was jealous of hugs to those who were brother for him, you did not dare to imagine what it would be like to find that Yugyeom was the guy you were dating for four months.

“Hyung, can I talk to you?”

Between Jackson’s arm, who still had to leave you, you turned to Yugyeom which was close to your brother, hands in his pockets and the “fear” that was like an aura around him.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, laying eyes on the Maknae that was already speechless.

“Jackson… If Jaebum began to beat up Yugyeom you would intervene, right? ” You wondered, lifting your gaze on the boy that looked you like you were crazy. “Don’t as… just tell me, would you do it? ”

“Obvious… What’s going on? ” He asked curiously, realizing somehow that his attention had to be directed toward its leader and maknae, in the corner of the room and with all eyes on them.

“I..”

“Yugyeom if you’ve to tell me you’re dating my sister, just do it.” Jaebum said with a low tone.

“WHAT?!” It was your scream while freeing you from Jackson’s grip and bridging the gap between you and your brother; “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY IM JAEBUM??” You asked him screaming, putting you between him and Yugyeom, who stared dumbstruck at the scene without knowing what to say.

“Y/N do you think I don’t notice…?”

“JAEBUM!!”

“Okay, I saw messages on Yugyeom’s phone.”

“HYUNG!” He exclaimed , finally back to reality.

“OPPA! WHEN DID YOU FIND OUT?

“Two months ago.. ”

Immediately you gave him a punch on his shoulder, feeling the stirring felt until some moment before slipping completely away, leaving a feeling of welcomed peace.

“I didn’t say that I give my permission.” Jaebum said after a few moments, provoking you a twinge of apprehension that brought you back down to Earth. You were about to retort when Yugyeom squeezed your hand, being at your side and looking earnestly into the eyes of his leader.

“Hyung.. I care very much to Y/n. You know me much more than all, you know I would never hurt her. ” He murmured with a decided tone, without taking his eyes from your brother;“ I know you’re proctetive because she’s your little sister, but believe me. I’m protective of her as much as you do and I’ll not allow anything or anyone to come between me and her. Then… Please, your support would be the best thing in the world. ” He ended by saying, lowering the complete silence on the room.

You looked at him and shaking his hand firmly making he turn toward you, giving him a huge smile. You were particularly happy at that time, because he had just demonstrated yet again how much he cared of you.

“The first time I’ve seen her cry because of you, I’m going to break your legs Kim Yugyeom.“ It was the only thing your brother said and the other five, remained silent up to that point, began to scream excited running to embrace you.

But your eyes were out on Jaebum, who smiled slightly and gave you a little wink.

You could not complain, you had the best brother in the world and that was the umpteenth proof.  
Im Jaebum was the best brother in the world and he was yours.  

Down the Rabbit Hole

Originally posted by carezero

Paring: Maknae line x Reader

Genre: Wonderland!Au / Angst / Smut / Drabble series

Rated T for mentions of drugs, madness and mature themes

Word count: 5.2k

Synopsis: It took Y/n months - years. Infinite days of searching, of wondering, of grasping to the tiny, fragile hope of not being crazy as everyone said.

(But, really, who isn’t a child of madness in this world?)

And, finally, she found it: the key to open the gates to Wonderland. So, with a smile curling her lips and liquid danger between her fingers, the girl gladly fell once again.      

Author’s note: So, dunno what this thing is, an experiment, maybe. Hope you’ll enjoy this darkish, messy lil series (but I swear this has some kind of sense in my mind).


Prelude // part 1 // part 2


Part two – the Rabbit

                   “There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind,

                                     and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner,

                                                ‘Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!’”


The road disappears into the woods like a silent, ancient animal crawling between darkness and moonlit shadows. The Wonder it’s an eerie creature after all, yet Y/n doesn’t care, for her heart is steady just as much as her mind is crazy, and now she knows these woods are nothing more than a reflection of her own soul. Of course she could never be scared.

So, the girl breathes in the musky, mischievous air: it’s nighty and pleasant in its sliding down her lungs, almost lethargic under the sound of her feet wandering the glassy pathway. Faintly, a grin curls up on her pretty face.

Wrong way was carved into the signboard, the girl remembers as she keeps going, but really how could a road ever be wrong? Perhaps it will take her to nowhere, she wonders, lips trapped beneath her teeth. Jimin’s taste is still lingering on the right corner and her tongue just a little swipes over it to savour the last drops of impudence he left there: mmhm, a bit of evil, a bit of tenderness and – desire? love? Maybe, probably both.

Y/n smiles, small giggles bubbling up to the depth of her throat. Delicious.

And it’s exactly in that moments that she hears it, with hands clasped behind her back and eyes up to the moon she can’t see for the thick foliage. There’s a voice, that’s slicing through the forest right to her beating heart, a voice boyish and unforgettable like the first time her mouth has been kissed – actually, she still remembers the taste of sugary tea along his lips.

“Oh no, I’m late, I’m late.”

For a very important date.

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Supergirl 2x15: good job everyone

Episodes 2x13 and 2x14 made me lose any hope I had for this tv show to improve regarding this season. But I’ve just seen last night episode (2x15) and all I can say it’s: wow. 

Things to love about this episode:

1) There are more Sanvers moments in this episode than in the whole season. We see a broken Alex because of what is happening with her dad and Cadmus, and Maggie supports her when no one else does. Also, they make a really good team fighting the enemy:

2) Alex is sassier than ever and beats Cadmus guys up during the whole episode. Moreover, we finally see a Mon-El who doesn’t behave like the dumbass he’s been all season. Here he supports Kara and tells her she’s the most moral person he knows, and tries to help her with her work as a journalist (they could’ve made Karamel to be a healthy relationship all this time; and even if I’m a Supercorp shipper, if they make him be a good guy, it’s fine by me. Not as great as Lena and Kara would be, but…).

3) Is that a bird? Is that a plane? No, it’s James! Finally. It’s almost like he isn’t important this season. Come on, this moment when James and Winn are fanboying over Winn’s girlfriend it’s so nice and funny. These two should have more screen time together.

4) And we get some serious Supercorp stuff!! Lena also helps Kara with publishing an article by suggesting her to do it on social media (and we get all these special stares and smiles between these two we love so much). Moreover, we have an epic moment in which Supergirl rescues Lena from a serious fall (we all almost died during that scene, you gotta admit it).

(Kara and Lena casually rehearsing their wedding)

If I had to use one word to describe this episode it’d be: INTENSE. And wonderful.

I’d like the rest of this tv show to get better, like they’ve done with this episode. I always say what I think, and I’ve criticized the wrong things writers did in the past. Therefore, I might as well state when I think they’re doing a good job.

Just one thing: the only thing I didn’t like was Kara saying all she needed was being Supergirl and having a boyfriend. She loves her job as a reporter, that’s nonsense. She could be a reporter working for another magazine.

Gladiolus

The hallways seemed to get narrower, but Gladio was sure it was because he was beginning to panic now. Too many times had he been tricked by some form of you showing up, always in pain, dying and Gladio was powerless to stop it. It was emotionally draining but somehow seemed to spur him on to want to find you.

As the four of them entered the small cell block, some of them were littered with dead daemons but Gladio took no care of them and suddenly saw you strapped to some odd contraption looking a little beat up. In a very unusual fashion Gladio bolted forward, almost ripping the door off its hinges and heading inside to help you down.

A small pained noise came from the back of your throat and before you could drop weakly to your knees Gladio caught you, holding you close to his masculine form and kissing the top of your head subtly before tilting your head up to look at him. “H-How do… do I know it’s you…?” A small voice came from you.

“It’s me.” His voice was sure and strong before bringing down his lips on your own in a passionate way that only Gladio could manage. “Do you believe me know.” Without another word, you clung to him and whimpered out small breaths. “We’re gonna get you outta here, okay? Just hold onto me.”

In those next moments, you rose to your feet like a newborn doe before holding your hand out. “No, you’re going to need all the help you can get. Pass me a weapon.” Gladio’s warm hand was pressed against your lower back as he chuckled. “I have never loved you more than I do right now.”

Ignis

It was hard to distinguish reality from fiction, especially with Ignis’ sight being hindered in such a drastic way. The sounds of your voice fluttered through the halls, tricking him cruelly, wanting to pull him away in different more dangerous directions. If it weren’t for Gladio steering him along then Ignis feared that he might end up lost in these maze-like hallways.

Ignis was informed they were entering some cells, most things described to him but the moment that a tiny voice came from the end of the hall he stepped forward, holding his cane out in front of him and making his way there. “Iggy, wait,” Gladio commanded but he didn’t listen, he didn’t want to.

The feeling of a cell in front of him made Ignis frustrated, pushing at the bars until they finally opened and a couple of muttering voices came from behind him. “Love?” His voice was tiny but as you responded. “Ignis.” He grew more frustrated in wanting to find you, a couple of bodies rushing by him. “What’s happening?”

“It’s alright, Iggy. Here.” Gladio’s large hand came out to grab Ignis’ and then lead him forward until finally, Ignis’ hand was touching something delicate and soft beneath his fingers, a small, breathy laugh slipped from your lips as you. “Everything’s okay. It’s her.” He promised and suddenly your body bolted forward and locked yourself around Ignis. “See, I told ya we’d find her.”

Ignis dropped his cane and held you close, rubbing your back and sighing contently. “You were right, my friend.” Holding you impossibly close, not wanting to let you go. Although he could see Ignis knew that this wasn’t a trick. This was you in his arms, not some game. “We should make haste to get out of here before we are tricked again.”

A couple of little nods came from you before you pulled away, still standing very close and then leaning down to pick up his cane, placing that firmly back in his hand and taking his other, linking your fingers. “Stay close.” You informed him, at the moment you weren’t feeling strong and you didn’t look strong, but deep down you knew you had to be for Ignis.

Noctis

There really wasn’t much else leading up to this moment that Noctis had been more determined and focused on, but it surprised all his friends how he pushed forward, took the lead and just continued even when they would have thought no less of him to fall back and take a break. No, he wasn’t about to do that.

The sound of a soft whimpering cry was what made Noctis finally realise he was no longer being tricked and played. Rushing into the cell block and dismissing warnings from his friends that followed before seeing that you were hooked up to some device, tortured and sobbing gently. “I’m here~” He quickly announced.

Noctis didn’t waste another moment, flying through the doors and untangling you from the mess of wires, catching you before you crashed into the ground, nursing you in his arms for a moment. “That bastard is going to pay for what he has done to you.” A growl form on his lips, holding you close to his body.

A couple of stiff pain filled noises slipped from your lips as you carefully took his hand, trembling in your own. “Not just to me. To everyone.” You hissed before allowing Noctis to help you to your feet and nodding, trying to find some strength through your King. “I know and I’m going to be right by your side when you make him pay.”

This made a proud smile form on Noctis’ features as he pressed his forehead to yours and gazed into your eyes for a moment. “Together,” Noctis said like it was some kind of promise between the two of you.  “Together.” You promised right back and nodded your head.

Prompto

This entire place was like a damn maze and Prompto was just sick of being lead astray by visions and being played by this evil bastard. It had taken the work of his friends to drag him away from most traps, informing him that it wasn’t you standing there and for a while Prompto tried to fight them.

It took Gladio’s immense strength to make Prompto keep moving half of the time. Finally when they made their way to the cell block and immediately his fantastic blue eyes caught sight of you down the end of the wall, strapped to some strange looking device, head tucked down into your chest. “Oh no!” He whimpered and sprinted forward into the unknown.

His friends called out from behind him but Prompto didn’t stop. “Oh, no. Oh no.” He whimpered, struggling against the binds and finally they unlocked and you fell limping from the board and onto Prompto who struggled backwards for a moment before getting his footing and holding you in his arms. “Please. Please, wake up. Don’t be a trick. Wake up.” He begged before hearing a soft gasp.

You were awake. Prompto rejoiced inside, but held you firmly in his slender arms and turned you to be gazing at your face. “Oh…” The noise was tiny but it was something. “Don’t let… let this be a trick.” You whispered, both of you clearly had the same fear, but there was something about this that was so heartbreakingly real.

“It’s not a trick.” The blonde assured you and nuzzled you close for a moment. “It’s not a trick and it’s never gonna be a trick again. Alright? We’re gonna get you outta here and we’re gonna fix you up.” He assured you before giving you a tiny smile. “We just got to figure a way out first, but I’m not gonna leave your side, you understand?” You nodded tiredly. “Good.”

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'Once Upon a Time': Inside That Surprise Happy Ending
Warning: This story contains major spoilers from Sunday’s episode of Once Upon a Time. Read at your own risk! Regina ultimately didn’t end up with any version of Robin, but two characte…

Regina ultimately didn’t end up with any version of Robin, but two characters did find a happy ending together during Sunday’s episode of Once Upon a Time.

After the Evil Queen (Lana Parrilla) faced off with her doppelgänger in Storybrooke, during which they ultimately came to a touching détente, Henry (Jared Gilmore) gave the Evil Queen a fresh start that found her back in the famed tavern in which awaits her true love, the lion-tattooed man we know is Robin (Sean Maguire) — but the Wish Realm version!

“What we realize is that was the Evil Queen’s happy ending all along,” Parrilla tells EW. “It’s a beautiful ending for her. It’s really a courageous, happy ending for her. It was fun to experience it. I was very emotional over it. It was fun to play and to give her that closure. I felt like she’s earned it.”

The happy ending comes after Regina and the Evil Queen faced each other in the ultimate showdown — and while Regina had a chance to destroy her other half, ultimately they both came to a realization. “She realizes, ‘This is me that I hate, and I can no longer hate myself anymore,‘” Parrilla says. “She realizes with the Evil Queen that she’s hated that part of her for so long, and it’s now time to put that to an end, and so she makes a choice, and she takes her own heart out, and she combines the heart so they both possess both light and dark, and then she puts the heart back into the Evil Queen, and puts her heart back in.”

“It’s really a moving, beautiful moment, where she finally accepts herself,” Parrilla continues. “The Evil Queen is feeling love for the first time, and it’s so foreign, and awkward, and weird, and scary, but then she hears what Regina says to her, which is, ‘You were right, you are a part of me, and I’m a part of you whether you like it or not, and now I love myself, which means so should you,’ and she embraces the Evil Queen, and they hug for the first time, and it’s just this beautiful moment between them, and they have this closure.”

The hour also offered an opportunity to show a side to the true Evil Queen that we’ve seldom seen before. “She’s this young girl who’s always wanted love, who’s always wanted to be accepted and understood, and she finally is by her light self, her other self, and it’s a beautiful unity between these two women,” Parrilla says. “It’s also a really important message I think to put out in the world, which is, we are complicated human beings, we possess both darkness and light in all of us, and in seeing these two women finally love and embrace one another, it’s very inspiring.”

“They have a heart-to-heart, and sit and talk it out, and there’s some humor between them, and some real, honest, vulnerable moments shared between them,” Parrilla continues. “It’s the first time you see the Evil Queen stripped down to this rawness and this real human quality that we haven’t really seen in her because she’s always been so protective over the years. She has all these walls that she’s built up around her, and it’s the first time we get a sense of who this woman really is, and what she’s always really wanted was to just be understood.”

The happy ending for the Evil Queen and Robin actually brings to life the fabled Page 23, also the title of the episode, which former author Isaac (Patrick Fischler) once called a canceled experiment. “It goes to a larger philosophical idea of who is Robin and who is the Evil Queen?” executive producer Adam Horowitz explains. “Yes, the Robin that we knew and love died, but the essence of who he is is embodied in this other version. The Evil Queen that has been taken out from Regina — we see that both Regina and the Evil Queen have to have parts of each other to exist — now we have this other entity that is also the essence of Regina. So this prophecy of the fairy dust way back in season 3, we thought that this was a way to honor that and to show that it was right in its own way. It’s just that things don’t always happen the way you expect.”

“We once said on the show that happy endings aren’t what you expect them to be, and this is one,” executive producer Edward Kitsis adds. “The Evil Queen and Robin make good on that in that this was her happy ending and Page 23, but in the same respect, it’s Regina coming to terms with the fact of being able to move forward and understand that you just can’t cut off the dark side of you; we’re both, the yin and yang of life. We also thought this is a different Robin, and Regina can’t go back. Just like she had to let go of Daniel, she had to let go of Robin.”

While the Evil Queen got her happy ending, Regina is still searching for hers — though Parrilla also stresses her character’s happy ending may not be what fans expect. “She realizes that her happiness isn’t so much with a man or a partner,” the actress says. “So she’s already on that journey, and yet when she sees Robin of Locksley, she’s filled with hope, but then realizes he’s not that guy, and so she’s already on her way there, and has some resolve, and she just wants to make him happy now at this point. I think it’s less about her, and she feels responsible for bringing him into this world that he doesn’t know, and she just wants to give him whatever he needs to get back.”

The question remains how having both the dark and light side within her again will change Regina moving forward. “She’s similar to who she was before, but I think more evolved, and more mature because we always saw her in constant conflict, which she always hated these impulses that she had — these dark impulses or these evil thoughts and evil ways — and we see her really embracing both sides, and she is both,” Parrilla says. “There was that episode called ‘We Are Both,’ and that kept ringing in my head. ‘We Are Both’ is very different than this, but that motto is really what she’s living by in accepting that she is both dark and light and that it’s okay, and then I think it actually makes her stronger.”

The Arrangement: Chapter Eight

Author’s Note: Here it is, thank you to everyone for being so patient with this one! 

Feedback is always appreciated, hope you enjoy :)

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Originally posted by tfareylo

The space beside you was empty when you woke up.

You cursed yourself for believing that Kylo would still be there.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Kylo said as he walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed but not yet wearing his helmet. He threw you a clean towel, “Shower up. Hux has detected storms on our course back so we’ll need to leave as soon as possible.”

You were still trying to process that fact that Kylo had stayed in your bed all night when you were faced with the realisation that you would have to say goodbye to your family soon. The sorrow you felt on the last occasion still seemed so raw, and yet it was also so long ago.

Kylo saw the frown displayed quite clearly on your face. “I told you, you don’t have to come back—”

“And I told you that I want to come back,” you said, flashing him a half-hearted smile. But before he could respond, you went into the bathroom.


“Cheer up, Princess, I’m sure Ren will convince the Supreme Leader to have another one of these ‘diplomatic missions’ with your planet in the near future,” Hux teased.

“That’s enough, Hux,” Kylo responded calmly. Almost too calmly. It was as if he was trying particularly hard not to lash out at him at that very moment.

You could sense Kylo’s gaze on you, though you couldn’t be sure with his helmet on. You turned away from both of the men, fixing your stare on the ground of the Command Shuttle.

Saying goodbye to your family hadn’t been as hard as you imagined it would be. It seemed that your training had been useful in helping to contain your emotions in situations like these.

So at this moment, when you had expected yourself to be feeling sad after leaving your family, all you felt was confusion. You were confused at yourself for refusing to accept Kylo’s offer and stay on your home planet. But mostly, you were confused about why Kylo would even offer such a thing.

You finally felt as if you and Kylo were actually making some progress. Ever so slowly, he was beginning to open himself up to you. You sharing your bed last night was evidence of that. Certainly, nothing had actually happened between you two, but it felt like a step in the right direction. Whether this was a friendship blossoming between you two or perhaps something more, you were just thankful that something was happening.

That’s when you felt it. The familiar tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. The same one that you had felt when you had first met Kylo over a month ago in your palace’s throne room.

You furrowed your brows as you looked over to Kylo, almost certain that it had something to do with him. In that same moment, he also looked to you, as if he too felt the same thing.

Damn it!”

Hux’s exclamation snapped you from Kylo’s gaze and you stood up, “What is it?”

“The engine is failing,” Hux told you. The Shuttle dipped as if in response to him and you steadied yourself.

“Why?” Kylo spoke this time, marching towards the cockpit.

The pilot, quite clearly frightened with both the General and the Commander towering over him, managed to stutter a response, “I-I’m n-not sure…It’s p-possible that debris from the storm has become… s-stuck in the e-engine…Sir.”

You made your way towards the cockpit, “Is there anything we can do?”

“I-I’m afraid not, Y/N—”

Your Highness,” Kylo spat.

You raised an eyebrow and looked to Kylo incredulously. Now really wasn’t the time.

“S-sorry, Your Highness,” the pilot correct himself, “There’s nothing that can be done this far from Starkiller Base. The engine’s functioning capacity is dropping too quickly.”

“I don’t even know where we are,” Hux muttered to himself, “I’m going to die, and I don’t know where we are,” panic was laced in every word he said.

You rolled your eyes, “We are not going to die, General.” You turned back to the pilot, “What is your name?”

He seemed taken aback by your question, but quietly spoke, “James, Your Highness.”

You smiled, “Call me Y/N, I insist.” He nodded slowly.

“Can you make a safe landing anywhere James?” You asked him, pleased that you were able to keep calm despite the very real possibility that Hux was right and you were all about to crash land somewhere.

He studied the radar carefully before pointing to a small dot on the screen, “I can send us into Hyperdrive with just enough power to land safely on this planet—”

“Not there,” Kylo interjected.

“This is not the time to be childish Ren, you can’t pick and choose!” Hux snapped at him.

You sighed, there was obviously a reason behind Kylo’s desire to avoid that planet. “Is there anywhere else?”

“Nowhere,” James responded with absolute certainty.

You looked at Kylo carefully, though the helmet gave nothing away. You turned back to face the radar, “We will all die if he doesn’t land here,” you thought.

There was a momentary pause. “So be it,” you heard Kylo’s voice in your head before he stormed out of the cockpit.

You gave James a quick nod and he sent the Shuttle into Hyperdrive while Hux let out a sigh of relief.

“What happens when we land, James?” You asked him, though you feared you knew the answer.

“We will be stranded there until a First Order starship can retrieve us.”

“How long will that take?”

“It could be hours… or days, possibly longer,” Hux responded absent-mindedly, it appeared as if the panic had once more set in.

You sighed but nodded your head curtly before leaving the cockpit.

You found Kylo pacing quickly, mumbling something under his breath.

“Is everything all right?”

“What do you think?” He responded, letting out a frustrated huff.

You crossed your arms, “I’m only trying to help. You don’t have to snap at me.”

“I don’t need your help, I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not fine, it sounded as if you would rather die than land on that planet!”

“Death doesn’t scare me.”

Don’t speak like that, you don’t mean it,” you said through gritted teeth.

“You know nothing of how I feel.”

“Then tell me!” You exclaimed. So much for the two of you making progress.

A few moments passed between you in silence, but when Kylo spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, “The planet we’re going to. It was once one of the most sacred sites of the Jedi Order,” Kylo sighed, “Death doesn’t scare me. But just the thought of losing you to the Light terrifies me.”


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