he probably doesn't even know what he says means anything to her

alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?

.-

Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

anonymous asked:

Do you think Kara is aware of how gay (bi) she is around Lena? Cause I see posts that claim Kara's completely clueless straight girl and I just am like "naaaay, c'mon she probably knows how she's being around Lena. And if she doesn't already then she's realizing it"

Usually I agree with statements about Kara being more than she’s being given credit for, but Kara is pretty canonically known for not being aware of what’s going on with herself and her partners romantically.

She knew that she liked James immediately, but the scene happened directly after she was discussing what romantic attraction felt like with Winn. She had been using an online dating website, and mentioned how her date for the night was “82% compatible” and Winn of all people had to give her romantic advice, saying that she should actually feel something. That it should really hit her.

Then, she applied this advice to her interaction with James. She even used Winn’s phrase, “Wha-pow”, to describe it. 

Right from the pilot episode, we’re introduced to hopeless clueless romantic Kara.

And then Winn himself. Kara had no idea that he was into her and he was not at all subtle about hiding his feelings. Alex knew, and she probably didn’t spend that much time with the guy. 

“Did he ask you out? Or kiss you, or something, and you freaked out?”

“What? How did you-”

“I’m an elite agent with an expertise in analyzing speech patterns and body language… I’m also a human being with eyes.” 

Alex also spotted that Kara was into James when she laughed really dramatically at his joke, and Kara denied that she did like him. As if she didn’t realize how incredibly obvious it was.

She also had to be told that Adam and she were flirting in the coffee house, again by Alex.

I bet you that Alex has spent a lot of hours trying to guide Kara in romantic interactions.

Even Cat has put time in with “You two haven’t had your first kiss yet????” and The Lighthouse Technique™. 

And that’s just season one.

(Now, it’s consistent that Kara didn’t know her own feelings in the second season in regard to Mon-El, but the delivery of this isn’t convincing. In every other instance, it was obvious to the audience, not just Alex, what was happening with Kara. This time, Kara didn’t display any of her established tells. In fact, she only showed us her issues with him. Nevertheless, it’s a canon example of her being unaware.)

I think Kara is kinda really delayed with all this stuff. 

She probably didn’t actively pursue anyone for a while after coming to Earth, not to mention all the customs she’s not familiar with. 

And she very likely had a lot of set backs because of her secret that kept her from developing relationships, and thus her romantic awareness. In canon, she broke someone’s toes when dancing with them, broke four people’s noses when kissing them, and in the pilot, when she was on date, she answered a simple question about where she lived with “uh….north…”. 

So she’s had some problems with dating because of who she is that add up to her not being literate in romance.

So, no, I don’t think Kara necessarily knows how she feels about Lena. And she likely knows even less “how she’s being around Lena”. If she didn’t realize that she was being really obviously into James when she cracked the fuck up over that silly joke about tea, she probably doesn’t know that having the same reaction over a compliment from Lena makes it obvious to everyone that she’s into her.

Also, for instances like the couch cuddle, Kara isn’t thinking about how it looks or how she feels. She’s thinking about how Lena feels. 90% of the time that Kara is complimenting Lena or being really affectionate, I bet Kara is thinking about how Lena doesn’t have that kind of validation and love from other people in her life. It’s all genuine, but Kara says her feelings out loud because she knows Lena needs to hear it. 

Her focus on Lena’s emotional state distracts her from what she’s feeling. So that, combined with her natural ineptitude, results in a “Yes, of course I love Lena! She’s my best friend!” at the same time as Kara risks glances at Lena’s lips at least 5 times per conversation.

And Lena, she’s probably very aware of how she feels about Kara. But she’s so starved of affection, she doesn’t dare look too closely at what Kara might be feeling, in fear that it will blow away.


But this isn’t about Kara being a clueless straight girl. She’s just generally illiterate when it comes to romantic interactions. 

But this doesn’t mean that Kara’s gonna go through this whole dramatic thing when she realizes she likes girls. Especially after Alex came out and she reconciled everything she learned from Earth’s romantic rules with this new possibility. 

(Note: When Alex came out to Kara, she reacted in a confused way more than anything, which is evidence, to me, of how Kara is constantly struggling to understand human romantic customs. Alex didn’t react well to this, since she was looking for immediate support, but it’s almost as if she forgot who she was talking to. Everyone else knew that the necessary reaction when someone comes out to you is pretty much unconditional affirmation, but not Kara. Which didn’t mean she didn’t support Alex, just that Kara was looking at the revelation of Alex’s sexuality as another thing Alex was telling her. Like it was another lesson from Alex, rather than something Alex was going through and looking for positive feedback for. And when Alex reacted badly, Kara realized her mistake. She reevaluated how Alex always had to teach Kara romantic lessons, distracting her from understanding herself, and how she’s never really been able to help Alex in return enough to balance it out.)

But at this point, when Kara figures out she likes girls, she’ll probably just be like, 

“Ugh, another thing I didn’t know?”

anonymous asked:

You amaze me. A kid called me out for reading fan fiction in class and I showed them ur work and now I have a new freind. 1, 3, 85, or 100 wolfstar for the Drabble challenge please?thank you for existing. Sincerely, me and the kid. (Ps. Our anatomy teacher kinda hates you for making us cry in class really sorry she just doesn't understand yet)

First of all, this is probably one of the best complements and asks I’ve ever gotten so thank you for this. I know it was a while ago but still, this means everything. Yay to new friends and fanfic :) <3 Thank you so much!


Remus has alternated between worrying in the common room, practically driving James mad with his pacing, and hovering in the doorway of the dormitory, from which Sirius had yet to emerge from all day. He hadn’t even touched the food plates Remus had brought up for him.

“Moony, c’mon, please.” James removed his glasses, rubbing at his homework-tired eyes, “Either talk to him or don’t but just stop with the fucking-“

“I know, I know.” Remus sighed, falling down onto the couch next to Lily who took his hand sympathetically.

“Has he, y’know, said anything?” Lily asked gently.

“No. Fuck, no, he hasn’t.” Remus ran a hand over his face, “Whatever was in that fucking letter though… God, he won’t even talk to me he’s just sitting on that window ledge fucking staring into space. God, I don’t know if someone died or-“

“I can’t think of someone in that house who could die and he’d react this way about- fuck, ow! Lils, what-“

Lily tossed her book back down, James rubbing his shoulder, “They’re still his family, James! Psycho or not…” She added quietly, quill starting to scratch at her essay again.

James shrugged helplessly at him, and Remus sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m going to try again.”

He took the stairs two at a time, only to breathlessly halt in the doorway again. As suspected, Sirius had yet to move. His knees were brought to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The evening light haloed his profile as he stared out the window over looking the lake and mountains.

Remus bit his lip, finally stepping in and shutting the door softly behind him, never taking his eyes from Sirius. His steps were careful and slow as he approached him.

“Pads?” He cleared his throat, voice coming out too soft.

Sirius didn’t move, didn’t even look up. Remus’ throat tightened. He sighed and gave up on the ‘giving him space’ tactic completely, sitting down on the edge of the window seat, one hand coming up to rest over one of Sirius’ atop his knee. Still, he received no response.

Remus’ brows knit, “Love, please. Please look at me… I want- I need to help you. Merlin, I can’t fucking stand seeing just sitting there all day. I can’t stand seeing you like…” Remus shook his head, holding Sirius’ hand tighter, waiting.

Sirius let out a breath that puffed out his cheeks a bit, and tilted his head back to lean against the stone wall. His eyes moved slowly from the window to Remus’. They were red rimmed and puffy. Remus’ heart broke a little. He doesn’t remember ever seeing Sirius cry before, ever. Not even when he broke his arm in second year.

“Pads..”

Sirius shook his head, silencing Remus immediately. He sat up, scooting forward a little and looking again to Remus. Remus tilted his his head, confused.

“Can we-“ Sirius cleared his throat, voice rough, “Can you… Y’know, like when you’re reading…”

And Remus understood immediately, heart practically melting at the soft request, and scrambled up, sliding easily behind Sirius and pulling his back against his chest, resting Sirius’ body easily between his legs. Remus felt Sirius’ body relax into him at the familiar position, and he wound his arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his temple when Sirius let his head drop back against his shoulder.

“Good?” Remus murmured, pushing Sirius’ hair gently off his forehead.

“Mm..” Sirius hummed softly, pressing into Remus’ lips. Remus looked at his closed eyes and turned down mouth and wanted to kiss every sign of worry away.

Sirius let out another breath, fiddling with Remus’ fingers resting atop his stomach, and finally the truth came out.

“They disowned me.”

Remus’ eyes widened at that, “They- what?”

Sirius pressed against Remus, trying to soak up all the comfort and courage he could, “I’m not a Black anymore. At least not to them. I-“ Sirius cursed, hating the way his throat was tightening up, “Fuck, I hate them. I hate them I don’t know why I’m so- I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“

Remus shushed Sirius softly, noting the tears in his voice, and pulled him closer, fitting his hands to his hips to guide Sirius into flipping over and straddling his waist instead, “Pads-“

“And don’t tell me it’s normal to feel this way because I know that, I just don’t want-“ He cursed as tears fell down his cheeks and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I don’t want to feel like this. Remus, I don’t want to care-“

“I know..” Remus guided Sirius’ hands away from his eyes, taking them both into his own for a moment, kissing the knuckles, before cupping Sirius’ cheeks, thumbs swiping the tears away, “I know you don’t. Merlin, Pads, I…”

Remus didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ didn’t work, because he knew Sirius wouldn’t want to hear that. He had a family who wasn’t like him, whom he hated, but that didn’t make losing that family any easier…

“You have us.” Remus mouth said it before his brain could catch up.

“You have us.” He pushed a hand through Sirius’ hair, “You lost one family but- but one is right here waiting for you, okay? Alright? And we really, really love you. Prongs, Pete, Lils… me.” Remus’ cheeks warmed at the way Sirius was looking at him, “Fuck, Pads, I love you so much, okay? As in I don’t know what to do with this much… emotion half the time-“


Remus let out a relieved smile when Sirius snorted at that, wiping at his eyes with one hand and pressing the other to Remus’ neck, thumb brushing over his pulse point. Remus bit his lip, “But it’s true, really.”

Sirius nodded, pressing his face back into Remus’ neck, letting a few more tears escape but, this time, out of relief and out of love for this boy holding him so tightly.

“You’re everything, Re…” Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, “You’re fucking everything.”

Remus just held him tighter, maybe blushing a little, and never wanting to go a whole day without hold Sirius like this again.

Blue lion's home
  • Okok so this is just a thing I was thinking about but just hear me out...
  • In the episode where shiro and the black lion go back to the lion's home planet we learn that it was also zarkon's, which means that there's a very high chance that each of the lions were created on different planets depending on their original paladin.
  • So this is going along the storyline that Keith's the new black paladin since shiro's gone,,
  • Ok so let's say that one night keith and lance get into a REALLY bad fight, which normally would end with the two storming off from each other, only this time the fight was about how lance wanted to return to earth. Keith brings up how lance's family is a part of the universe and if lance leaves voltron than he's almost guaranteeing their demise, to which lance finally cracks and screams at Keith for not knowing what family's like, stating something along the lines of "how would you know how I feel? You're just an orphan!". Keith obviously doesn't take this well and snaps at him some more, eventually leaving to the training deck to let off some steam. Lance realizes what he's said, and what he's done, and has had it. He's been so done with the team treating him like trash he'd finally snapped, and at this point he was over sulking in his room until the next mission, so he packs up. He grabs all his belongings, some rations to last him, and he gets in the blue lion and sneaks out.
  • He turns off the lions tracking system and they fly aimlessly for a bit until the lion suddenly jolts forward and goes into hyper speed, until they reach a water planet. For a moment lance has hopes that it's the earth but at a closer look he realizes it's not and continues to lay back as the lion takes him to his "destination". Another couple of minutes pass and they hit the surface of the water, quickly plunging deeper. Lance begins to freak out and does his best to stop the lion but it's no use.
  • Before he has a moment to process what's happening they're in an underwater cave, with at further inspection seems to be highly man-made. They finally turn a corner to be greeted with a unbelievably high tech, airtight room, where blue goes into the middle pad and shuts down, leaving lance alone. Scared and confused, he exits the lion to explore, and finds a door, or a gate. With a bit of force he opens it, to find himself in a large hallway, once again filled with water, only this time with the addition of merpeople, who seem to be just as confused as he is, just for a different reason.
  • One notices him by the door in his paladin armour and asks him if he is the blue paladin, and remembering his last confrontation he's hesitant. Nonetheless the merman puts two and two together and takes him to their king. The king's ecstatic that the blue lion has returned and reveals that this was the planet and colony that built the blue lion, and this was the home of the previous paladin. Lance tells the king what he had done and asks why the lion had brought him there, to which the king suddenly grows somber. He tells lance about the old paladin, and how she often has lashed out on the team, and in return became very untrusting and unstable. Due to this, to calm her down the blue lion would bring her here if she was ever in trouble of herself.
  • Lance takes a moment to think about the new knowledge he was given, and remembers how blue brought him here because of her instincts, and how she knew he wasn't ok even though he had not. The king then continued, stating that the paladin was far more unstable than anyone had ever thought or knew, and one night, the lion returned. When the guards entered the lion to see why it had returned, they found the paladin's corpse inside, the cause of her death being herself. Lance suddenly becomes unbelievably worried, wondering if he would one day follow in her footsteps.
  • The King notices lance's sudden worry, and continued. "The blue lion always chose the most compassionate to be her paladin. She never chose the best leader, or the best fighter, but she couldn't stand a paladin who worked solo, this usually resulting in the blue paladin to be the most well rounded. In its own sense that has both good and bad quirks, but you must learn that that doesn't make you any worse than your teammates, if anything that makes you more valuable." Lance takes this to heart and whenever he's not feeling 100% he'll head over to the planet to talk things out.
  • There's a bunch more stuff I was thinking about, like a prince or someone who works in the castle gaining a liking for lance, which is greeted mutually, creating a jealous keith. There could be partial alteans on the planet, like part mermaid, part altean, or maybe very distant strands of the species in them, since that planet did create the blue lion, and there'd probably be some of Alfor's people there back 10,000 years ago, giving coran and allura hope. I could go on and on it's just been a thing I've been thinking...

savethelastklance  asked:

Hey if you're still accepting prompts,can I suggest a polydins one where aliens are badmouthing lance to the point where he's in tears and thinking he doesn't deserved to be loved and the rest of the paladins just rip the aliens a new one whole going on how much they love lance and why and it ends in a big cuddle pile,

Of course! I’ll be accepting prompts til probably the end of the weekend.
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It was after they had saved the planet from the Galra, they all were invited to a huge celebration for the people’s newly found freedom. Who could refuse such an invitation. Everyone was enjoying themselves, the native people and the Paladins alike. Pidge, Hunk, and Keith were hanging in the back of the party, the two geniuses talking up a storm with one of the engineers of the planet, Keith just smiling at the two as they get excited over the technology. They can be such wall flowers sometimes. Shiro was standing by Allura, who was talking to some of the diplomats, most likely trying to get them to join the alliance. Of course Lance was enjoying himself just as much as the others. Always grabbing one of the other Paladins and pulling them into a dance whenever a new song started. Of course none of them could refuse, always ending up enjoying themselves too much to want the song to stop.

After awhile, Lance finally left the dance floor and weaved through the crowd, getting a few “thank you"s and nervous hand shakes from one of the locals that Lance accepted with a smile. It was when he was nearing Allura and Shiro that he caught a bit of whatever the diplomat was talking to them about ”—–Blue Paladin can be——“ that caught his attention. What didn’t catch his attention was the looks on Shiro’s and Allura’s face. “Hi, I heard you talking about me?” Lance beams, expecting something along the lines of thanks or some sort of praise. What he wasn’t expecting was for the man to say “so you’re the sorry excuse of a Paladin.” Lance couldn’t help it be caught off guard by that. What?

“I mean no disrespect, but what do even bring to the Voltron team? It didn’t seem like you were doing much to fight against the Galra.”

Lance tries to get something. Anything to come out of mouth. That’s……that’s not what happened.

“And all you’ve done this entire night is distract your fellow pilots from their discussions of alliance. I thought even you could understand how important diplomacy is. But I guess I was wrong.”

Lance can feel the pressure build up behind his eyes. He tries to get something out. To explain himself in some way. Was he really just annoying the others from their conversations? Was he interfering with the alliance? He…he can’t be. He just wanted to help them have some fun. He just wanted to dance with his boyfriends and girlfriends. He didn’t mean to hurt their alliance.

“To be honest any one of my guards could do a much better job of being the Blue Paladin than…..this.” The alien gestures to all of Lance,
“Really princess, there are much better options among the soldiers here than what you’re currently stuck with. Why don’t I introduce-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Allura bites out, anger barely kept out of her voice, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know that she was beyond angry. And Shiro was just as pissed.

“ I mean no disrespect to your choices with the few people you could find. But you could do so much better. The current Blue Paladin is only a stand-in is he not?”

Lance feels like crumbling right there and then. But he doesn’t want to seem even more of a disgrace than he already is. He quickly leaves the party, passing by Hunk, Pidge and Keith as he speed walks back to castle. He doesn’t want to annoy anyone else or force them to leave their conversations. He doesn’t know how long the tears have been falling down his face, but he hopes that he didn’t embarrass Allura and Shiro because he cried. He doesn’t want to ruin their diplomatic discussions.

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“Governor, let me remind you that you have no right to insult one of the people that just saved your planet.” Shiro growls out, not hiding his anger as well as Allura, but honestly, neither of them care about that now. Not when Lance was silently crying and running from the party. Not when he hurt Lance.

“Like I said, I mean no-”

“No. Let ME tell you what I think. I think that yes, Lance wasn’t up with the rest of us fighting the battle ship. He was down here, on your planet, taking care of any Galra that were planet side. He was helping your people find shelter and saving many of the people that are here now. If it wasn’t for him, many of the people that are here celebrating wouldn’t be here at all.” Shiro states, walking closer and closer to the governor, til he was looming over the shorter alien. That was when the others come running over, asking what happened, and why Lance was crying.

Allura decided to finish up their ‘conversation’.
“ be wise when you disrespect one of my Paladins, governor. That I wasn’t just my decision, it was the lion’s that chose their Paladins. And if you DARE speak so poorly about any one of them in such a manner again, I may not be able to stop one of the Paladins OR one of the lions from speaking their mind to you.” Now it’s Allura’s turn to lean in close to the diplomat, and giving him a cold and murderous look “ I’m sure you wouldn’t want that to happen, correct?”

The alien can only nod, very obviously shaken by the thinly veiled threats. Allura stand a up straight once again, and pulling Shiro along, she calls out “I’m sorry, but we must be on our way back to the castle. There is something that we need to take care of.” And with that the Paladins follow her out, although Shiro tries to go back in and give the governor another piece of his mind. But he quickly stops and silently agrees with Allura. They do have something to take care of. Or really someone.

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It took everyone a while to find Lance, checking every spot that he’s been known to frequent. His room, the Blue lion’s hangar, the lounge. Nothing. Hunk finally finds him in one of the storage rooms, curled in on himself and trying to stifle his tears.

“Guys, I found him.”

Pidge is the first to respond, “is he okay?”

“No, I’m gonna bring him over to his room, you guys start on plan C.”

Hunk gets quick affirmation from the rest of the team. He slowly walks over to Lance and sits down next to him. Lance curls tighter in on himself, but it doesn’t hide the shaking in his shoulders.

“Hey buddy. I know that your upset, but can you look at me?” Hunk asks quietly.

It takes a couple of minutes, but Lance finally lifts his face from his kneels. His eyes are red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face, his cheeks getting the same hue as his eyes.

“Hey, there’s my sea turtle.”

Lance lets out a weak and watery laugh at the old nickname, but whatever small smile he had vanishes. Lance whispers “shouldn’t you be back at the party?”

“Nah, it was pretty lame. Not as much fun without you there.”

Lance tries to counter what Hunk says, but is stopped when he lightly presses a chaste kiss to his lips. That stops Lance right in his tracks. Hunk takes that time to slip his hand into Lance’s, and slowly leads him up from the floor. Not minding one bit when Lance leans on him. Slowly the two of them walk out of the storage room and start to head to Lance’s room in silence.

Lance opens the door to see that everyone one else is there, and sitting in some sort of giant blanket and pillow nest. Hunk leads him into the middle of the pile and soon enough everyone is cuddling Lance. Shiro leans him back to lay on his chest, sneaking an arm around his waist to keep him there. Pidge plops herself on top of Lance, laying her own head onto his shoulder. Keith and Hunk take up the sides, making sure that Lance is completely surrounded in cuddles. Allura sits next to Shiro and slowly runs her fingers through Lance’s hair.

They lay like this for a good, quiet couple of minutes, reveling in the comfort and love they have for one another.
Lance finally breaks the silence with a croaked apology “I’m sorry you guys had to leave the party because of me.”

“Lance, you don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong.”

“But you guys were enjoying yourselves, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“It wouldn’t be fun without you there. And I’m having plenty of fun right here.” Pidge responds, trying to stifle a yawn in between words.

“But-”

“Shhhh, Lance. It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. You are so important to us, we wouldn’t want to be there without you. We all love you very much. Just sleep. You had a pretty hectic day.” Lance only nods at Shiro’s words. Letting a smile slip onto his face as he drifts off into a comforting and well earned sleep.

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So I kind of added Allura into the polydins, but I hope you like it!

anonymous asked:

P1/2 I'm curious what you think of the MM deal after experiencing ECCC. From an outside perspective who's never met SC I keep on going back to recaps. Sam seems like such a sweetie & a real gentlemen. To all the women there but especially Cait. For arguments sake let's say they're just friends. I imagine that means he'd treat his gf even more special, which doesn't fit the MM mold. Not only w/ how they seemed in pics but given all that's happened online & reactions (or non reactions) by him..

P2/2..I can’t fathom the guy who seems like superman in terms of treatment specifically of his female friends to not be more into a SO. It’s not just respect in terms of what ppl say when they meet him but you can tell w/ what he posts & everything that it seems genuine & not a show for fans while at cons to make a good impression. Given the image that’s being pushed of Sam in S/MM & the image you see of Sam while seeing SC in person, how does that affect what you think of the whole thing?


I swore to myself I wouldn’t answer any more messages about MM so I’m saying this once and then hopefully never again. I think, if Sam is dating Mackenzie, then 95% of his behavior this weekend alone was inappropriate. Same with Caitriona’s behavior if Sam has a girlfriend, never mind everything else that’s happened just in the last month or two. Throwing things at his head from across the room? Calling him her partner in crime (which is exactly what he called her 5 months ago)? Talking about taking care of him and giving him vitamins to keep him healthy? She’s not doing that for the fanbase, let’s be real. And she’s not doing it for another woman either. That plus the number of times Sam mentioned that they had been told what to say in response to certain questions? 

After this weekend, I am firmly aboard the Mackenzie is 100% being paid to show up with Sam at random work related events ship. He’s obliged, maybe contractually maybe just to appease his bosses for a certain length of time, to show up in random public areas with this woman for some reason. I’m comfortable enough with this theory to say that Sam and Mackenzie, at this point, are probably friends and she is 100% benefitting from this setup more than he is. Do I think it goes anywhere beyond that? After seeing the way Sam gazes at Cait, after hearing and SEEING with my own eyeballs how attentive and aware of her he is (and vice versa) and how fucking HAPPY and content they are when the other is nearby - like lit the fuck up happy and content - I think there’s pretty much zero doubt left in my mind that they’re together. 

As a bonus and I know it sounds ridiculous to say: they have an aura about them. Like they are SO in tune with each other, so incredibly aware of one another and in sync with each other, perhaps without realizing it. It goes way, way beyond just being best friends. It’s this completely untouchable and unbreakable bond between them and it shows. It shows in their body language, in the way they respond, react and listen to one another, in their natural give and take with one another and in the way they look at each other. Goddamn the way they look at each other. It’s in the livestream - they had entire conversations multiple times just by looking at each other. You can SEE it. There’s no boundaries between them. In the way that only two people who have been incredibly intimate, both physically and emotionally, with each other can have. I really honestly believe Sam would do anything for Cait and vice versa, even though she’d never admit it to us at least. So there ya have it. I’m never fucking getting off this ship :)

naryle  asked:

so, for your botw zelink fanfic, can you maybe do like a re-imagining of the scene where Link tells Zelda the reason why he doesn't talk ( as stated in the diary )?

Today was the day. After the events of yesterday, Zelda had come to the realization that she needed to talk things out with her appointed knight. With Link. There was miscommunication between them, if that’s what you could call it. He never spoke a word, and that was probably why she misinterpreted him so badly. But she assumed the worst of him and let it show, and now was the time to put things right.

After she got dressed and left her room, she waited for her knight to arrive. Usually she would go on without him, uneager to have him join her, but not today. So when he finally arrived, the surprise in his eyes was unmistakeable.

“Good morning.” She said, and he nodded to her. “Link, could I talk to you privately?” She clasped her hands in front of her, fingers fidgeting together nervously. She had thought over what she was going to say all night, sleeping restlessly over it. Now it was time that she put all that had transpired between them to rest.

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Alone, Until I Get Home (1/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

A/N: You don’t have to have read “I belong to you, you belong to me” to understand and/or enjoy this one, but this is basically a “what if Emma had gotten pregnant with Ian right after Neverland instead of in Camelot” sort of scenario, with a shit ton of other stuff (angst! adventure! fluff! confused pirate dad Killian!) thrown in.

I hope you’re ready for this new adventure because I AM REALLY FUCKING EXCITED!!!!!!!

Thank you to @losttalongthewayy for all your help editing and for listening to all my worries concerning this fic; you’re incredible!!!

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anonymous asked:

1/4 Hi, i read your post about Even being hypomanic and i need your opinion about this beucase you actually know about this disorder from your own experience. When I see Evak I can't stop thinking about it. I know that hypomania doesn't make you fall in love with someone but at the same time, if Even had been hypomanic (since like episode 4 imo) I can't stop this feeling that everythig he did (their first kiss or first sex) was driven by his hypomania and not by his feelings for Isak.

Hello anon,

I’m glad you’re asking me about this. I have bipolar (type II) and, although I’m not an authority figure on the topic (everyone’s experience with bipolar is different), I’ll try my best to explain my thoughts and interpretations of Even and his feelings for Isak in and outside of his hypo/manic episode.
I know there are other SKAM fans who have bipolar too and I hope they’ll feel free to chime in if they have anything to add to my answer.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a short fanfic of the moment where Saeran breaks into the apartment during 707's route, but for this request, 707 is just a really good friend? And when saeran breaks in, they find MC in an animal onesie and she doesn't refuse the offer for paradise, but instead stalls them by offering them food until 707 gets there (aka is just really nice to Saeran/not freaked out or scared). And then when Saeran leaves, he kinda starts to crush on MC, and you can go from there!

((Sorry, I kind of kept going and now it’s over 2k words now. Also Saeran may be a little OOC here but he’s cute!))

“The Special security system will be acti-acti-activa….”

MC looked up from her phone to look where the sound was coming from. She stood up from the bed and went over to the sound, but it suddenly sputtered out. After that, she couldn’t figure out where it came from, so she shrugged and flopped back down on the bed. Suddenly, there was a loud shattering of glass, and MC whipped her head towards the window. Glass was shattered everywhere, and MC was stunned.

How the heck? I’m on the 14th floor!” MC thought to herself

“Gosh…I didn’t plan on making a sound, but I suppose I failed on that.” A smooth voice muttered from the direction of the window

MC, not having anything to really defend herself with, picked up her pillow, ready to smack the heck out of the intruder with it, but before she could get off the bed, the young male’s voice shouted for her to stop.

“Hey miss, just stay there. You’ll hurt your feet if you step on glass. I’m climbing over the window.”

MC suddenly saw a lanky boy wearing black skinny jeans, a red tank top with a black leather jacket on top with the left shoulder exposing an eye tattoo climbing in through the broken window. As he came in, MC saw that he wore a black face mask that covered the bottom half of his face, and had white and pink hair. He walked over to her and softly smiled with his eyes. 

“Hello. You remember who I am?”

“I’m assuming that you’re the hacker since you didn’t come through the front door.” MC said in a monotone, yet irritated tone

“Smart girl. You might be able to understand me then.”

“Excuse you?” MC asked irked. “You saying you thought I was stupid?”

The boy ignored her and looked around the room absentmindedly.

“Wow, it feels so strange to see it like this…”

“What the heck are you talking about? Who are you and how did you find me?” MC shouted, raising the pillow above her head in a threatening manner

The boy turned to MC and smiled a somewhat creepy smile, and advanced so he was no more than one pace away from the terrified girl. His eyes showed no sign of harming her, in fact, they were rather kind, and MC found them rather attractive. She shook it off

“MC, Do you know that I’m the one who first talked to you about the missing phone? I left that strange message a couple days ago…And I’m the one who sent that email.”

“Wait, how do you know my name? Also, you’re the one who sent that email about Mint Eye?”

“I led you here, I know all about you. Yes, It’s your invitation to paradise MC.”

“Paradise?” MC asked, slightly intrigued.

“Yes MC, our Paradise, where everyone is happy. Magenta of hopes and dreams. I’ve come to take you there…I will explain everything once we get to magenta” The boy said, extending his hand to her

“That sounds great, but um, I’m in an animal onesie and I’m not changing in front of a guy who’s name I don’t even know.” MC replied, just staring at his hand

The boy stared at her, and after a moment, came to the realization that MC was in fact in Panda footie PJs, and was still holding a pillow over his head. A slight blush came to his face in embarrassment for not noticing. He retracted his hand and coughed uncomfortably.

“So, you going to tell me your name or no? I mean, if you’re going to take me somewhere, I should at least know their name.”

“S-Saeran.” He answered quickly, refusing to look at her.

“Saeran, huh? So, you want some snacks while I get dressed into something a bit more appropriate? Oh, don’t worry, I’ll change in the bathroom.”

“Food sounds nice…” Saeran answered awkwardly.

Saeran was internally freaking out because THIS was not part of the plan. Besides, didn’t this girl realize that he just crashed through a window….on the 14th fricking level? And here he was, introducing himself while she got food for him. He looked over to the shattered window and felt a pang of guilt. She probably didn’t have the money to pay for it to be repaired, and he could have just opened it without breaking it…

“H-hey, um , miss? Do you have a broom or something. I don’t want you to get hurt with the glass. Since I broke it, I figured that I should, well, clean it up”

MC looked over her shoulder as she made sandwiches. He honestly looked guilty, and so she brought him a broom and a dustpan to him, and he began to sweep up the glass into the pan carefully. She couldn’t believe that this was the same person who came in through her window and tried to whisk her away in her panda pjs.

She put the plate next to him and grabbed an outfit to change into. He muttered something that sounded like ‘thanks’. She then smiled, shaking her head as she wandered into the bathroom to change. She quickly got changed and headed back out to see the boy had taken off his face mask and was now munching on the last sandwich.

“That good huh?” MC asked jokingly

“Actually, yeah. I don’t really like bread, but this actually pretty good.” He replied, staring at the sandwich as if it would tell him why it tasted so good.

“It’s Hawaiian bread. It’s sweeter than most bread. I’m glad you like it. So Saeran, right?”

Saeran just kind of nodded in response.

So…do you wanna play video games or something? I bought a DS awhile back and found another one in a thrift shop for cheap. It came with these games…oh there’s two copies of Kirby, you wanna play?”

“Uh…What’s a Kirby?”Saeran asked, cocking an eyebrow

MC smiled and gave him a DS. He just kind of stared at it and MC realized that he had no clue what to do with it. She took the DS back and in and started a new game for Saeran, and he just stared at MC setting it up, then snapping out of his trance as she handed it to him. She taught him the basic controls, and soon, he was running and sucking up all the enemies. They then hooked up and played two player. She thought it was rather funny how he would scrunch his eyebrows together while he was focusing.

“Hey…um. I’m kind of hungry again…” Saeran admitted, not looking up from the game, hinting at the fact that he wanted MC to get more food.

“Me too. I’ll go grab us some snacks!” MC laughed and went to the kitchen to get snacks for the two of them

She found it rather funny that this boy was now playing Kirby with her, when just minutes ago he was going to kidnap her and take her to some “Mint Eye” Maybe going with him wouldn’t be too bad. He seemed sweet enough, and honestly, he was really cute. He reminded MC of her best friend Seven for some reason, but she couldn’t figure out why. She snapped out of her thoughts and got some chips for the two of them to share

“DAMMIT KIRBY! YOU STUPID PINK BALLOON THING! HOW DARE YOU DIE TO A WALKING LOAF OF BREAD!!!” Saeran shouted at the DS, growling as he was sent to the beginning of the level…again. He had gotten bored of waiting for MC and had tried to beat the level alone and, well…it wasn’t working very well. MC couldn’t help but laugh at how innocent he looked as he cussed out the happy pink character

“Saeran! I got the snacks!” MC cheerfully said as she put down the snacks and took back her DS.

After about half an hour later, Saeran excuses himself to go to the restroom, and MC resumes playing on the DS alone. Suddenly, there’s a bang on the door, and she hears Seven’s voice shouting from the outside. As she gets up to answer it, Saeran, with his face mask back in place, comes out and stops her. The door is suddenly thrown open, and Saeran grabs MC to keep the door from smacking her in the face.

“MC, I’m here! I’ll turn the special security system back on, gimme a sec.” Seven says, taking his backpack off and preparing to unzip it.

Saeran then walks up to Seven, grabs him by the shoulders, spins him back towards the door, and starts pushing him out the door. Seven is so shocked by the fact that there’s another person here and by the fact that MC isn’t freaking out that he just kind of lets the person push him out. MC begins laughing hysterically as Saeran pushes the confused hacker out the door, kicks him in the back of the knees, and slams the door on him. He then locks the bolt and tells Seven to get lost. At this point, Seven has snapped out of his shock, and is frantically trying to unlock the door to no avail.

“Who the hell are you, and how the hell did you get in?” Seven shouts through the door.

Saeran ignores him, and returns to MC, who at this point is rolling on the ground laughing her head off. She couldn’t help it. Seven’s confused face and Saeran just pushing them out so easily was hilarious to her for some reason. Saeran cracked a smile under his mask, and almost started laughing himself. I mean, he had expected to get revenge on his brother, but not like that!

“Well Princess, I suppose I’ll have to leave for now.” Saeran told her, trying to hold back his laughter.

MC immediately stopped laughing and begged Saeran to stay. MC suddenly realized that it was kind of weird because he was originally here to kidnap her. 

“Wait, is he still going to kidnap me? I mean, he is pretty cute, and paradise sounded a lot better than being locked in an apartment…with a bomb…alone.”

Suddenly there was a thud on the door and an ‘ow’, and Saeran decided that he could come back later, now that MC had his trust. Plus, he kind of had fun with her. He would enjoy having her at Mint Eye, but with his stupid brother trying to kick in the door, getting MC out now would be difficult.

“Wait!” MC cried out, getting Saeran’s attention as he walked to the apartment door, “If you’re going to leave, take this.”

MC held out the DS that he had been playing with, and also a charger. Saeran paused for a minute before taking the DS and charger and slipping it into a back pocket. He didn’t know why, but it was the first time he had ever received something, and it felt rather nice. He heard another thump at the door and sighed. He should get going before Luciel actually knocked in the door and she had to pay for that too. For some reason, he felt a pang of guilt, and looking back at her, he kind of felt bad leaving such a cute girl in an apartment alone with a bomb that was unstable. He shook it off though, and opened the door and watched his brother keep running and fall onto his face. He pulled down his mask and gave MC a quick kiss on the cheek and then ran out the door.

MC stood there and touched where Saeran had kissed her gently. She hoped she’d see him again. She really enjoyed the company, and honestly, getting out of the apartment sounded like a good idea. For crying out loud, Seven was going to set the bomb up…again. She sighed as Seven got up and went out into the hall to get his backpack.

Meanwhile, Saeran was scolding himself for kissing her. He didn’t know why he did that. He thought about it, and he supposed that she was pretty cute, and she was really nice to him. He remembered the gift that she gave him and promised that he would definitely bring her to paradise. She deserved to be happy….and maybe Savior would let him keep her. It was worth asking. With that, he ran down the stairs, excited to return to Mint Eye with the good news.

Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • INT. Y/N'S HOUSE -- EVENING
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl
Mike & Nanaba: The Rooftop Scene

And Why It Feels So Empty 

(…at least, compared to the manga)

DISCLAIMER:  IMO, YMMV, et cetera and so on.

I’m going to cut right to the chase, here, because I don’t want to waste time: the reason the rooftop scene and therefore also Mike’s death fell flat is because Nanaba’s role on the roof with Mike was diminished and lacked emotional connection.

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anonymous asked:

could you pls do a hc of tsukishima having a crush on the shy chubby and cute girl from his class, who's also kinda clumsy and insecure so she's doesn't even notice that he has a crush on her?

Like this is SO cute I’m dead - Admin Hope


Tsukishima Kei

  • Kei would totally make fun of her to Yamaguchi at first, saying stuff like because she is so clumsy he automatically lumped her in with being dumb and is always like ‘how is she even in college prep class??’ 
  • Yamaguchi always responding with ‘Tsukki that isn’t very nice you know.’ but never saying anything more than that
  • Tsukishima would respond with, ‘Well just look at her!’ and point dramatically over to her but all she was doing was taking notes from someone else notebook and concentrating very hard on her work
  • Kei’s eyes would kind of widen and just be like ‘shit she’s actually pretty cute.’
  • Literally from that day onward he like hasn’t stopped thinking about her, even outside of school and he hates it so much, he hates having a crush
  • Only Yamaguchi and Suga knowing because well Yamaguchi was there when he whispered it under his breath and I can actually see Kei going to Suga for help
  • Not popular but a lot of people love her, because although she is shy she is super super kind and friendly
  • She trips a lot and forgets her books at home sooo many times even she’s lost count
  • She very well knows that Kei is in her class, but all she ever sees him do is listen to music and tell Hinata and Kageyama to go away
  • She also knows that he rejects a lot of confessions from girls and she probably secretly thinks he is a dick or something
  • She knows and loves Yamaguchi though so when Kei found out that he had a crush on her Yamaguchi makes sure to spend even more time with her
  • Yamaguchi knows that she can be very insecure at times and doesn’t know how Kei’s insults will affect her if he does ever confess
  • Yama doesn’t want her to get upset with Kei because he knows that Kei never really means them in a hurtful manner
  • She stays in the classroom for lunch even though her friends always ask if she want to eat with them but she stays in the class anyway
  • Tsukishima sometimes wishes she would leave because then he wouldn’t have the urge to look back and steal glances at her while she is eating and reading some kind of shoujo manga
  • A lot of Kei looking really pissed with his hands pressed together and covering his mouth but all he is thinking of is ‘Fuck she is so cute why is she so cute? What is she doing to me?’
  • Hinata somehow finding out, it would happen don’t lie to me, and them somehow knowing each other from way back in like elementary school and middle school
  • Hinata being all ‘Tsukishima you like (Y/N)-chan I can go and talk to her for you, no worries!’ and Tsukishima having a panic attack because Hinata was already calling out her name
  • The girl being very confused and Kei overhears her call Hinata Sho-chan and he realizes how bad he wants a nickname from her and that he’s in too deep
  • Hinata flat out telling her that Tsukishima likes her alot but is too nervous to talk to her and her being beyond shocked at Hinata’s words and Hinata ending it with ‘Just think about it yeah?’ and walking away leaving her super confused and slightly flustered about the whole thing
  • Kei having the same reaction because after class she slams a paper on his desk that has her number on it and she mutters a ‘text me sometime.’ and leaves the classroom

Knowing that Kaitlin isn’t going to get any industry recognition for Dee this season is making me kind of angry. She’s always fantastic, but there’s something about these last few episodes that have been especially wonderful.

1-Look at Hero or Hate Crime, when Charlie confesses that they’ve been smoking together:

In a matter of seconds, she goes through several emotions-

  1. slight confusion from Charlie’s plan to cover smells
  2. surprise that he told them about the smoking thing
  3. betrayal/ ‘what are you doing?!’

Notice how she freezes, leans just slightly forward, then farther back

2- In The Gang Tends Bar-

She makes three facial expressions that, in progression, show her feelings 

  1. At the beginning, “aw that’s really sweet, I love him”
  2. Middle, she snaps out of it and looks at the other guys
  3. Lastly, she has a regretted look on her face because she knows she has to rip Charlie up… but remember in The Gang Misses the Boat when Charlie and Dee have a conversation and Charlie says the guys make him do stuff he doesn’t want to do and Dee says it’s peer pressure? I think she ripped Charlie up because a) she’s afraid of her own feelings, and b) she feels peer pressured into doing it

3-Then later in The Gang Tends Bar-

I originally meant it to be funny, but it’s still important.

When Mac gives Dennis the rocket launcher

  1. She looks kind of happy for Dennis. Her brother is making some progress and actually has feelings and cares about things, and got a gift that he loved, which probably means more after his confession that he’s hurt that they never get him anything for valentines.
  2. Maybe even glad that Dennis has Mac, and that being an “old married couple” and the “codependency” she accused them of is actually good.
  3. That if Dennis can show such raw feelings in front of everyone, and he and Mac can have their thing, then maybe it’s okay to accept that she does feel lonely, and there may actually be some kind of connection with/ feelings for Charlie.
  4. Mac and Dennis really have strong feelings for each other, and she’s gonna have to continue sharing a bed with two people who are in love with each other.

(2 was taken from this post, so I take no credit for that great observation)

  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Weiss: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Weiss screamed as she shot up from her bed.*
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.

anonymous asked:

After tony got back from Afghanistan he learns Urdu and then consistently learns new languages bc he never wants to be in that position again. Consequently he knows Russian and understands when Nat and Bucky speak it. They realize this and keep switching languages trying to find one tony doesnt know. he doesn't know them all but he knows enough he can usually get a basic understanding of what they're saying-like from root words and such. This game brings the three of them closer together.

c“(Note I am using google translate for most of these so if you have proper grammar/ spelling for anything please help)

Tony doesn’t really share his language skills, doesn’t tell the world. They’re a skill born out of fear and weakness. Learning Urdu and Hungarian were the first acts of silent defiance after Afghanistan, they were Tony’s method of coping. He kept learning though, kept learning to understand as many languages as possible. He never again wanted to be in a position where he couldn’t understand his captors. 

It’s come in handy a handful of times, when his captors have attempted to outwit him. More so though, it comes in handy when it comes to the assassin trio. 

“Ya nenavizhu, chto posle boya chistyat.” Natasha grumbles. I hate post battle cleanup. Tony translates, he should have expected that her and Bucky would complain in Russian.  She shovels a bunch of green goop into a bucket, a disgusted look on her face.

“No natasha eto khorosho dlya nashikh svyazey s obshchestvennost'yu” Bucky says, and Tony nearly snorts at the way he straightens his posture to look more like Steve. But Natasha it’s good for pubic relations. The scolding tone was hilarious, and Tony could swear Natasha was smiling. 

“Tebe nravitsya eto tol'ko potomu, chto ty smotrish’ na zadnitsu Starka, kogda on rabotayet” She teases, and Tony drops his shovel. You only like it because you get to look at Stark’s ass when he’s working. Jesus Christ the woman wants to give him a heart attack. Natasha turns suspicious eyes on him, and he scrambles to pick up his shovel and get back to work.

 “Eto khoroshaya zadnitsa.” Bucky replies, and Tony knocks over the garbage can next to him. Well, it is a nice ass. Bucky thinks he has a nice ass? Or he knows that Tony knows what he’s saying and he’s making fun of him. 

“ Penso che parli russo.” Natasha comments, switching to Italian. I think he speaks russian. Bucky’s face drains of color, and Tony’s stomach drops. 

“Oh Dio ha sentito quello che ho detto sul suo culo?” He shoots a murderous glare Tony’s direction to cover up his concern, tony carefully casual. Oh god did he hear what I said about his ass? Bucky demands, Natasha smirks at him. 

“ Pravděpodobně slyšel, vzhledem k tomu, že jeho matka byla Italka.” Natasha says, seamlessly switching to Czech. He probably heard that too considering his mother was Italian. Bucky glares at Tony again, and Tony whistles to himself pretending he’s busy. 

“Can you two stop talking and clean?” Steve grumbles, carrying what looks like a crushed food cart past them. Bucky grunts, and kicks out a leg to trip him, making Tony laugh and earning Steve’s disappointed glare, it was worth it.

“Jeho smích je tak roztomilý, ale teď se bude kolem mě cítit trapně. Nat, co mám dělat?” Bucky complains. His laugh is so cute, but he’s going to feel awkward around me now Nat, what do I do? Tony blinks at that, wondering why he would feel awkward over Bucky liking his ass. I mean sure, he hasn’t stopped blushing since he heard it, but awkward? He’s Tony Stark, he’s never awkward. 

“Mondd meg neki, hogy szereted, idióta.” She says, not explaining the sudden switch to Hungarian. Tony wonders if she actually doesn’t know he speaks Hungarian. Just tell him you love him idiot. Wonders if she actually knows how many languages he speaks. 

“Ja, Ich liebe dich, Tony.” He grumbles sarcastically, glaring at the man in question. “Wunderbare Idee, Natasha. Das wird gut gehen. Er mag mich nichtmals.” Yes, I love you Tony. Wonderful idea Natasha. That will go great. He doesn’t even like me. The derisive tone at the end, and the way he glances away from Tony is heart breaking. 

“ Reiß dich zusammen .” Natasha says, throwing her shovel at him. Get over yourself. Bucky looks surprised. “The asshole can still understand us, and he looks heartbroken at the thought of not liking you Bucky. He does like you. Tony stop eavesdropping and come kiss him. Idioten.” She grumbles storming off.

“Natasha we’re supposed to be cleaning up, and you’re not supposed to manipulate the outcome if you’re in the betting pool.” Steve calls after her, holding up one end of an I beam. 

“Combats-moi Rogers.” She throws over her shoulder. Tony waves awkwardly at Bucky. “It’s not even my week.” 

“Did you really understand all of that?” Bucky asks, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Jeg kan måske vide et par for mange sprog.” Tony admits, I might know a few too many languages. Bucky groans. “Do you really lo-like my ass?” Tony asks, face tomato red.

“Oh, screw the bet, he loves you and your butt stupid!” Steve yells, shoving some rubble into a dump truck. “Ugh, why do I even bother? Team clean up, it’ll be fun, they said. I’m the only one cleaning.”

“I’m helping!” Clint protests. Steve glances at the hotdog in his hand, raising an eyebrow. “What? I was hungry.” Tony laughs, and Bucky’s eyes go soft. 

“God you’re pretty when you laugh.” Bucky says, and Tony blushes. “I do like your stupid butt, and your stupid laugh, and your stupid tower, and your stupid hair, and your stupid lab.” Tony goes from blushing to outraged in a second. 

“You take that back you ass, my lab is beautiful, and brilliant, and not stupid.” Tony says, practically tackling the supersoldier.  Bucky remains largely unmoved as the genius collides with him, pulling his arm out of the way so Tony doesn’t hurt himself. 

“Of course, my apologies.” Bucky says, and Tony finds himself awkwardly close to Bucky’s face.

“It’s okay.” He mumbles. Bucky smiles, leaning closer to him, and Tony blushes, pushing up on his toes. 

“Kiss already!” Clint cheers, and Bruce slaps a hand over his mouth. 

“It is my week to win, and you are ruining their moment asshole.” Bruce hisses, and Tony blinks, as Bucky turns to glare at them. 

“Okay, did you all really bet?” Bucky demands. Clint nods before Bruce can stop him. “I hate you all, and I’m taking the winnings so me and Tony can go on a date.” Bucky decides, scooping Tony up bridal style, and walking away from the mess.

“We’re still supposed to clean!” Steve calls after them, and one gleaming metal finger appears over Bucky’s shoulder. “Fair enough.” Steve mutters. “Why do I always end up doing all the work at these things?”

“Cause you’re a goody two shoes.” Clint offers. Bruce nods along.

“Also because nobody else wants to be here.” Bruce adds. Clint points at him. 

“That too.” 

“I hate all of you.” Steve grumbles. 

“Wait, is Bucky really taking the money? I won fair and square.” Bruce protests, looking ready to fight either Steve or Bucky if necessary. 

“Well Natasha cheated.” Steve says. 

“Then she’s disqualified, I still won.” Bruce says, crossing his arms angrily. “That’s my money.” 

Thanks @wrenchirps for the help with the German translation

Thanks @kikosaito for the help with the Czech translation

Creepypasta #1087: It Doesn't Matter How Many Times I Tell My Babysitting Story, Because No One Believes Me

Length: Long

Listen, I’ve told the cops my story three times now. You can keep asking but I’ll keep saying the same thing. I know what I saw. I’m not crazy.

They were advertising for a babysitter on Craigslist. The post read “WANTED – BABYSITTER. ONE NIGHT ONLY. PARENTS NEED A DATE NIGHT DESPERATELY! $50. MUST LIKE GAMES.”

Well, I needed cash and I like kids. I like games too. I figured it would be easy money for just one night, so I responded. Back and forth, the typical shit - “We’re so happy you answered”, “When do you want me to come over?”, “Here’s our address”. All that stuff was pretty straightforward. Nothing really jumped out at me.

I should’ve realized they never mentioned who I’d be babysitting, right?

So I pull up to the house and it’s a real shithole. One of those that’s in an okay neighborhood and probably looked fine a long time ago but it got really gross and now their neighbors are pissed because in between their all-right houses is a total dump but no one says anything about it. And they had real weird decorations, too – next to the mailbox were these little bird-things with stone eggs for bodies and old metal limbs sticking out. Pointy rusted beak heads bobbing on weak springs. Real weird.

I knocked on the door because they didn’t have a doorbell. Right away, it opened, like someone was waiting for me.

First off, the guy was old. Like way, way older than I’d expected. I mean, the ad read like a couple with a baby who hadn’t been out in forever and this guy couldn’t have been a day under 70. Kind of stooped over, bald, skin sort of hanging off his face like it does with some old guys. His nose was all red, burst capillaries, most likely from too many years in the bottle.

“You’re here,” he said, excited, waving me in with a gnarled, liver-spotted hand. “Come in, come in!”

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I 'm sorry but I couldn't tell if your requests we're open or not. If not please ignore this. I was wondering if you could please write about soldier 76's young female s/o giving him her virginity? He doesn't want to because he doesn't feel he deserve it but his s/o reassures him that she wants him to be her first and that she loves him. Can it be super fully and sappy nsfw? Thanks so much!

Screwed up but I like it too much. Not nswf but will totally be sappy…I think :)

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you stepped back to take a look at your completed project. The room was clean- there were a few scented candles on the dresser and side tables. There were rose petals on the sheets, and in case the bed wasn’t good enough, there was a hot tub full of water and had a few petals scattered in it.

Romantic settling? Check, you thought. Turning, you peeked into the mirror. You were wearing a short white dress that was loose and only came to your thighs. Beneath, just barely visible, was the sexy black lingerie you’d let D.va choose for you yesterday. Peeking in the mirror, you checked off dressing up.

Tonight was the night, you were determined. Tonight was the night that you would be losing your virginity to your boyfriend, Jack Morrison. Jack was usually a very busy man, but it had been almost a year since you started dating.

Not that you weren’t thankful for him not pressuring you, but he hadn’t even tried to seduce you…and every time the kissing got out of hand, he’d gently or subtly retreat.

No more, you were determined. You were ready. You wanted him, more then anything. It was time for the next step.

You could hear footsteps in the hall, the door open a bit as to warn you as to his arrival. Quickly you turned out the lights, the candles illuminating the room, and sat at the edge of the bed. Yes, this probably all looked a bit cliche but if he wasn’t going to seduce you, then you would seduce him.

The door opened, and Jack walked in a few feet, aware as he looked down. Then he paused and blinked as he raised his head, stunned as he looked around the room. “Y/n…what…what is all this?” he asked with disbelief.

Proudly, you leaned back, as if to show off your new dress. “I thought we could have a romantic night together,” you purred.

Cheeks going pink, Jack slowly turned and shut the door, putting his papers on the desk. You thought he was going to join you, but he turned on the light. “I see. Do you want to go out for dinner?” he asked instead, not looking at you as he shed off his Commander jacket.

Frowning, you watched him. “Um, no…I was thinking maybe we could spend our time here for the night…” you hinted, giving him a flirty smile when he turned.

“I see. Well, I’ll go make popcorn if you want. What movie do you want to watch?” he asks.

For a moment, you could only stare as your face fell. Did he not see all the effort you had put into the evening? He wasn’t even going to say you looked nice?

“I…I thought maybe…well…I mean, its been a year…” you started to say, voice a bit smaller and you played with the hem of your dress, starting to grow worried. Did he not…?

“No,” Jack said quietly, before his eyes murmured. “I…I know what you’re going to say but…we aren’t ready.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. All evening you’d been trying to prepare this. And it wasn’t like you would force him. But…the way he had ignored it all, to side step it…just saying he thought the two of you weren’t ready..

It made you feel like he didn’t want you. It was a silly thought, maybe, but you felt unappreciated…you felt unloved. He hadn’t even smiled at you…did he just not want you? Was it because you had no experience…?

“O-okay,” you managed, voice thick and you hadn’t realized the tears that had started to well up in your eyes as you got up, eyes dropping to the ground.

Seeing your face, Jack cringed and stepped in, pulling you close. His arms wrapped tight around you, cradling you, but yours just stayed limp at your side. “Please don’t cry, y/n. I just…i just don’t think this is the right time. I don’t want you to think you have to…,” he said gently.

In reality, you had no idea how worried he was about this. He was so worried about screwing up and becoming the biggest mistake of your life…

But it seemed he’d already screwed up.

“Is it me? I…I just thought at some point maybe… Its been almost a year. I’m not going to force you but tell me the truth. Is it just me?” you demanded, voice tearful, forehead on his shoulder.

With a frown, Jack pulled back, hands on your shoulders as he stared at you. “What on earth do you mean, is it you?” he asked gently, cupping your face in one hand. It stung a bit when you turned your face from him.

“Do you just not want me?” you asked softly, and he could see he’d hurt your feelings. “I…I know I’m inexperienced but…but i just…I can learn…” you whispered meekly.

Shaking his head, Jack pulled you to him again, resting his cheek on the top of your head with a sigh. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like its you. To be honest…I just…I don’t want you to regret it. I’m…not the greatest guy in the world, Y/N. I know you like to think so but I’m not,” he said quietly, looking away.

Frowning slightly, you pulled back and wiped at your eyes. “Jack…I’m never going to regret you. I’m not stupid-everyone makes mistakes. But I love you and nothing can change that,” you say, cupping his face.

Now you could see it…the doubt and uncertainty in his eyes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you…it was that he was afraid, just like you felt sometimes.

“Jack, I love you. I mean it. Please trust me,” you said, as his thumb brushed away the last of the tears. Taking a breath, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Always,” he said quietly.

That night you lost your virginity, and despite your fears you never regretted. In fact, the two of you actually went at it like bunnies, a few times a day sometimes even.

Character Rant #2

               I haven’t done one of these in a while and since I’ve got some time on my hands to really write out my thoughts about a character, here is what you’re stuck with. Just like my other one, I’m only going to talk about two problems that I’ve noticed with a character because let’s be honest, if I didn’t these things would be a mile long and even less coherent.

               The character I decided to write about this time is none other than Aelin! I’ve been reading Empire of Storms for the last week and let me tell you, I thought I hated her as much as my hating capacity could hate in Queen of Shadows. I was dead wrong. So very wrong. I wanted to throw my book whenever she was pissing me off, which was literally every minute. Let’s dive right into this and talk about the first reason this character is a terrible character!

  • She is literally a tyrannical ruler.

I get it. She’s queen and queens are supposed to be people who set laws and whatever. But Aelin is not a good ruler she is a tyrannical ruler who only wants everything her way and if she doesn’t get her way, she will do anything—anything—to ensure she does get her way.

I was utterly disgusted in Queen of Shadows when she self-inserted herself as queen when Dorian was passed out somewhere and then threatened everyone’s lives. “…If you cause one lick of trouble, I will find you and I will burn you.” (QoS, Pg. 585) She then made herself the ruler of the land and, without getting counsel from the actual king, went ahead and started making rules for the land just because she thought she knew best.  “Your slaves are now free people. If I catch you holding on to your slaves, if I hear a household keeping them captive, you are dead” (QOS, Pg. 586). I’m sorry, but who does she think she is just making rules for a kingdom she was planning to give back as soon as Dorian was awake and well? You don’t make these decisions, Aelin. You can’t self-insert yourself as their queen for a day, tell them you will give the throne back and then be like “Oh btw here are new rules for you to follow because I am queen.”  The whole point was for you to keep people from rioting. You’re adding even more tension by announcing that all slaves are free. You don’t make that decision! On a side note because someone is going to message me calling me a slavery support or something, I’m not a slave supporter, but what she did was extremely wrong because it helped in no way. She should have waited for Dorian to be awake to announce slavery was over or better yet, not bring it up herself. This was the first look of Tyrannical Aelin and I was not all about that.

Let’s move into EoS where she became even MORE of a tyrannical queen because seriously, I don’t know how anyone, fans and also antis don’t talk about how utterly scary this part was.

Aelin literally blackmailed Rolfe by bringing the valg to their shores and plainly gambling all the residents’ lives just because Rolfe told her he wouldn’t help her. And she tries to defend herself by saying “I told you, Rolfe, that Endovier taught me some things.” (EoS, Pg. 301) Like what? I’d think it would have taught you never to be like those people who locked you up. To not force people to do something they want no part in. Instead, it seems you learned that the slavers of Endovier knew how to get what they wanted. Also, the fact that she’s totally fine with innocent people just to blackmail Rolfe into helping her is just sickening. The only agenda she cares about is her own. Also, she is literally forcing the Mycenians to fight for her. She saved their butts and now they must repay her for doing so. If they don’t she’d probably burn them all alive. It will probably go down in their history books as the day they were blackmailed by the queen and manipulated.

What drives me even more insane is the page after that quote, you move to Dorian’s POV and he has no problem with her plan at all. He literally says this about Aelin: Aelin was insane, Dorian realized. Brillian and wicked, but insane. ( EoS Pg. 303) I’m sorry but what? You have no problem with any of this?!?! How?!?! She’s using people for her own plans and risking so many innocents just to make sure she gets her way. That is not a queenly thing at all. That is what I call a brat.

  • Aelin the liar/planner

This one pisses me the hell off.

You can’t read anything in this book when Aelin is in the conversation because you can’t believe anything the woman is saying. There’s a 75% chance she is lying because she has some grand master plan that she has had since the beginning that will happen and so everything this conversation is about is null and void because she’s already got everything worked out. I’m sorry to say, but plans don’t work like that. You can’t have a master grand plan that everyone is apart of but not tell anyone in the party about it. How do you even know person A, B, C, and D will do what you need in the plan without telling them of your plan? I mean seriously, the whole thing where Lysandra and her planned for Lysanda to learn how to turn into a sea creature by going to the temple was the plan. 

Not only that but Aelin lies to everyone, even me, the reader. She did it in QoS about the blood oath to Aedion. She does it to almost everyone else, too so that they don’t know what her full plan is. And to the reader, Sarah writes by talking about something so vague and then 10-20 chapters later she reveals that Aelin used this thing that was talked about 10-20 chapters before and it was super important to the plot and Aelin used it to plan a super complex plan that only she could know about and didn’t tell anyone else. It just makes her so untrustworthy. And, yes, I know the author hide things from readers and that’s fine. Great. I do it a few times in my own writing. But when you do it so much it turns into me reading and think to myself: “I know she’s lying. I know she’s planning something. I know this is not true. Ah, there’s the giant plan that I knew Aelin had thought of since the beginning. :D” and it just makes her such an unreliable person to read from because you don’t know if her thoughts are true or if they are false and if she’s planning something. It honestly makes me so angry!!

Hope you enjoyed this character rant.

-R

leralynne  asked:

CONGRATS ON 1.K!!! I'd love to request a rebelcaptain drabble with the prompt "one of us is working nights and the other is working days and every time we see each other we are SUPER TIRED AND CRABBY but also I kind of miss you." <3

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, KAT <3

(side note: i tweaked the prompt A TEENY BIT, hope you don’t mind too much!)

YOUR REBELCAPTAIN FIC:

[also on ao3]


At first, Cassian doesn’t think much of Jyn’s new job at the bar.

It’s miles better than her diner job in every way conceivable — better pay, shorter hours, friendlier clientele (although sometimes maybe too friendly, but that’s nothing Jyn can’t handle thanks to both her black belts). It’s a lot easier for her to tack on shifts to fit her class schedule, which she’s definitely going to appreciate, now that she’s on her very last semester of college.

Plus, Baze is there. Baze always seems to have some kind of weird calming effect on Jyn, which is odd only because the words “calm” and “Jyn” have probably never before been used in the same sentence by anyone on this planet, living or dead.

The best part is, they can keep hanging out with their friends at Baze’s bar without Jyn having to miss out on anything.

All in all, it’s a good arrangement.

That is, until Jyn actually starts working there.

“Eggs for one, then,” Cassian mutters to himself, dropping his free hand from the egg tray before closing the fridge door. Pretty much all of Jyn’s classes for this semester are afternoon ones, but for the past year or so they’ve been living together, she’s always gotten out of bed around the same time he does for work. 

Not that he minds or anything. He’s just used to their semi-routine of making breakfast together every morning, swerving and ducking lazily around each other as they pour coffee into mugs and shake cereal into bowls.

He supposes he can’t expect that to go on, now that Jyn’s going to be spending most of her nights at the bar, all the way till the wee hours of the morning.

No problem, he tells himself easily as he dumps his scrambled eggs onto a plate. Just get used to it.


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