he wants to be sure he has her permission

I still haven’t recovered from this episode.

I mean…there was a ring.  Like, Killian went out and purchased a ring.  Spent time in the jewelry store contemplating his choices, maybe debating the pros and cons, narrowing it down to two…imagined which one would look better on his Swan’s slender finger.

Then pointed to his choice with his hook and said, “That’s the one for my lady.”

And then…he probably practiced what he was going to say to David, right?  He was so nervous to ask and he probably came up with this big monologue on why he is the perfect one to make Prince Charming’s baby girl happy.  And then, after talking to Archie, he got up early and was all eager at the loft door, his speech all prepared and his heart in his throat.  It’s not that he felt he needed David’s permission, but he wanted his blessing…a sign that the father of his true love accepts him.

Sigh.

Then…when he finally does ask, it’s a simple one line question, straight to the point, no fancy words.  And David’s response?  Of course he has his blessing (and he also adds that it’s really Emma’s decision).  I mean…these two.  

Stab me in the eye, I can’t deal with this level of sweetness and just…all around perfection.

Now, though…think about Killian planning out how he’ll ask Emma.  What he’ll say, what he wants to be sure to tell her in that moment.  Aside from other current drama, think about him planning that speech because as much as the other one had him nervous, this one is the most important one he’s ever going to make.

UGH.  I ABSOLUTELY CAN’T WITH THIS STORYLINE.

Originally posted by killianjonesdaily

bloody-bee-tea  asked:

So could I maybe have some ironpanther with a side dash of natasha&tony friendship? If that is too vague I'll come up with a scenario but I just crave me some ironpanther and you write Nat so beautifully aggressively caring, I just need that too.

I started a different story and decided it would be a different post entirely because it wasn’t going in the direction I wanted it to. So I guess keep an eye out for that other story too? Anyway, I hope you like it! Look out for under the cut! (Can anyone tell that I have difficulty figuring out how to write T’Challa and Shuri’s speech patterns lol?)


Natasha Romanova was a menace.

“You are pouting,” Shuri said, not even bothering to hide her grin.

T’Challa crossed his arms over his chest. “I just find it hard to believe that every time I have a moment to spend with Tony, the Black Widow needs him for something she cannot possibly handle herself.”

Shuri glanced over at where Natasha and Tony were currently bent over a five-thousand piece puzzle she’d said had a secret message encoded on it. “She is certainly devious. I cannot think of one thing she has asked for help with that he could say no to.”

“…He could have done a puzzle with me.” His sister began to laugh quietly. He couldn’t blame her. His cheeks were burning having said it. What a petty thing to say.

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What is apparent throughout the whole episode, from every interaction between MH and BS, is THAT MIN HYUK IS MAKING EVERYTHING ABOUT BS. He wants to help her, but in a way that doesn’t get her killed or hurt. He knows best how she rushes to help those she loves, how recklessly with a complete disregard of her own safety. HE KNOWS BECAUSE HE TOOK THAT KNIFE FOR, HE KNOWS IT ALL AND HAS A SCAR TO PROVE IT. So all he wants now, is to make sure that she doesn’t find herself in the same danger.

He is literally imploring her here not to do this own her own, not to abandon her own safety, because he is desperate to protect her and that very desperation makes him put on her that key necklace and beg her to wear it all the time. It has a tracker device and he does it without her permission but he would rather have her hate him than have anything happen to her - HE IS READY TO PROTECT HER FROM THE WHOLE WORLD, EVEN IF IT MEANS PROTECTING HER FROM HERSELF AND HER OWN SELFLESS HEART.

This whole moment is so beautiful and precious because BS in her stupor and grief is almost oblivious to most of what MH is saying to her, but he is so desperately trying to get through to her, to soothe her (OMG! That little gesture of placing a blanket on her knees! You don’t see it but you know he did it because she is unable to do anything in her state), to wipe away her tears while being on his knees the whole time.

Black Lace

Jimin x Reader

College!AU and Roommate!AU

~3.5K

Featuring Wise Friend Hoseok

Language, Suggestive Content, Implied Smut at end

“This is my gift to you: a single girl to live in your apartment. At best, you can date her and live happily ever after, or at least be friends with benefits until it gets awkward and one of you moves out. The worst case scenario is that she gives you killer dating advice and has single friends. You can’t lose!”

Summary: Jimin attempts to woo his attractive new female roommate with a touching, misguided attempt at a birthday gift. 

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Jimin and Hoseok took a day during winter break to show up at room 1273 to help move some stuff into the apartment, and Jimin was beyond shocked when the person who opened the door was female. A very attractive female, nonetheless.

“Hi! You must be Jimin! My name is Y/N and Hoseok’s told me all about you. It’s a bummer we couldn’t meet up before I moved in, Hoseok said you were really busy with work and stuff.” The girl held out a hand to Jimin, who struggled to maintain eye contact with her long enough to avoid murdering Hoseok with his eyes. Jimin had actually been surprisingly not busy for the last several weeks and Hoseok knew that.

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Of Fears and Insecurity

Summary: The first time she caught a glimpse of him, he was being praised by her father and somehow, that made it all the more worse. – Zelda, Link and a little bit of insecurity. Oneshot.

Relationship: Link & Zelda (BOTW)

FFNET Link: x

Notes: Have some zelink first meeting before calamity ganon strikes because why not? This is also crossposted on fanfiction.net, if you wanted that kind of format.

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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ "Sing me a song"

An imagine about the 7th episode of season 7

I’m following the storyline of the TV show, so I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected.
BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate without having read any other part!

part 1 is about the final scene of season 6
part 2 is about the first episode of season 7
part 3 is about the readers arrival in the sanctuary (for 7x02)
part 4 is about 7x03 “The Cell”
part 5 is about 7x04 “Service”
part 6 is about 7x05 “Go Getters”
(7x06 had to be left out because of the small timeframe between the visit in Alexandria and this episode)

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

You sat on the corner of your bed in your room, looking outside. 

Well “your room” was not your favorite description, since it was in the sanctuary where you had to live since Negan had taken you with him after the line-up.

But this place wasn’t only the place where you had to live, it was also the place where Negan tortured your brother Daryl and turned him into a mess with an empty glance leaving you the hope that deep inside was still the real Daryl. Negan hadn’t turned you into one of his wives, he said he had other plans with you, whatever that meant.

You stood up and turned around to Negan who stood smirking just a few meters away. 
“See that? A fucking brand new day after one fantastic night”, he said chuckling earning a hateful glare of you. 

Negan hadn’t forced you to sleep with him since you where here, but that didn’t change that you had the constant feeling that your decisions could effect your brother and your group. 

You didn’t want him to hurt another one and you didn’t know what he was else capable of doing.
“You seem a little angry…what about if we go outside and catch some fresh air”, he said chuckling before he took you out with him.

As you stood outside the Sanctuary, you saw the trucks coming from Hilltop. They stopped before you and Negans men began going through the stuff they had taken from Hilltop.
You desperately tried to find Daryl behind the fence where they held the walkers, you knew he was there, but the trucks covered your sight.
”We’re gonna find something damn nice for you for sure between all this stuff”, whispered Negan smirking in your ear.
Suddenly you heard shots that lead your eyes to one open truck where someone you knew pretty good stand.
Carl.
A maschine gun in his hand and a dead savior next to him, yelling he only wanted Negan.
How did he even get into the truck?!
Negan began to whistle and pulled you with him behind one of his men
And that was the moment Carl noticed you and Negan.
“You took that gun ‘cause it looked cool right? Yeah, you did”, said Negan chuckling staring at Carl.
“I have to be honest, you scared the shit outta me”, added Negan loud yelling.
“First let her go”, yelled Carl nodding at you and pointing the gun at Negan.
“Youre not making the rules here Kid”, laughed Negan, before Carl immediately began to shoot again at the men before him until Dwight pushed him to he ground.
Hell, how much you wished Dwight would finally fuck off.
The tense in your body increased as Dwight pointed his gun at Carls head before Negan raised his voice at Dwight and went over to Carl while you were eying his actions warily.
“Don’t have to glare like that Sweetheart. Not gonna kill this badass kid”, he said chuckling in your direction before he offered Carl his hand.
“C’mon I’ll show you around”, said Negan looking down at Carl who made no actions to take Negans hand.
“You really not gonna take my hand? You can be glad that you even have a hand left!”, said Negan chuckling.
“Same as your boy Daryl over there!”, continued Negan turning to the fence.
You finally saw Daryl, he was eying the scene but he seemed like they didn’t beat him again, which gave you some release.
“Your job hot enough for you? Would be fucking hard with one arm”, chuckled Negan, while your glance didn’t leave Daryl. 
You could only see him for a pretty short while when you could and you just finally wanted to hear his voice again.
Carl finally took Negans hand and got pushed again on his feet while you saw how Dwight dragged you brother out of the cage.
“Dwight boy, get Daryl to the kitchen and prepare something nice for us”, said Negan to Dwight who got a strong grip on your brother.
Daryls glance didn’t leave you and finally you saw some emotions back in his eyes not that emptiness you had seen the last days when you saw him.
Negan laughed and took you and Carl over to a door. 
“What are you gonna do with me?“, asked Carl with an angry undertone.
“Listen Kid. Number one. You’re a fucking badass. Don’t shatter that image I have of you by being scared. Number two. You wanna ruin the surprise? Screw you kid, seriously screw you”, he said chuckling before he his arm around your waist was back again and the other one was resting on Carls back.

Walking inside you suddenly stumbled and immediately felt a strong grip on your arm. “Got ya. You’re alright Sweetheart?”, you heard Negans chuckling voice say as you turned to him.
“Yeah,…I’m fine”, you muttered eying him warily before he opened a door and went inside with you.
You were standing on a platform inside the hall, hearing the voices of the people coming from its middle.
“Watch this”, said Negan grinning and walked over the railing.
Negans voice sounded through the hall announcing that everybody would get vegetables to dinner no matter how many points they had.as you and Carl stood next to him.
The saviors clapped in their hands as they heard what Negan had said while he turned around to you.
“See that? Respect..cool huh? they’re still on their knees”, he said grinning to Carl while he leaned with his back against the railing.
“As you were!”, yelled Negan walking away.
You began to walk as you saw how Carl was still looking down to the people.
“Carl?”, you asked. He directly looked up to you, ripped out of his thoughts before he came over to you.
You saw Negan turning around as he saw that Carl and you weren’t directly behind him and turned around walking back to you slinging his arm around your waist once again.
“And within a second walking is a lot fucking more enjoyable”, he muttered grinning in your ear while he squeezed your waist slightly making you huff.
Then you walked again through the corridors not knowing where Negan would take you.

There you stood, before the couches that were filled with women in dresses and dessous.
You felt the same feeling in your stomach and throat area as you had when you were short before throwing up.
That was just disgusting.
Of course you knew that he had wives. But seeing them, and seeing how many of them he had was just something complete different.
All eyes were on you and Carl for a short moment until some of the women began to talk again.
“Is she a new-”, asked one of the women sitting on the smaller couch.
“No she’s not”, growled Negan before he looked around in the room.
You caught two of the women looking over to you, anger in their eyes. 
Before you could think more about the two wives you heard a loud voice.
“Do not fucking look at her like that”, growled Negan loud the women jolting up in shock.
Trying to blend out that you were in this room you sunk in your thoughts for a short moment.
You had no idea if he stayed the nights after he had slept with his wives like he did with you or if he just left after it was done.
Well, to be honest, you didn’t really want to know. 
Your glance landed on two other women.
The blonde one was crying and the other one talking to her.
You knew about the talking one that she had been Dwights wife Sherry.
Negan looked at the both women and waved Sherry over to him and went with her to a bar that stood in one corner of the room.
“What a fucking dumbass…”, you growled muted to yourself crossing your arms looking at all these women while Carl just swallowed hard.
You saw Negan talking to sherry while he nipped on a glass with some scotch.
He was either threatening or manipulating her.
Well, probably rather both.
But, you just heard pieces of sentences.
The things you heard were that he was talking about one of his wives having something with a “Mark”, it seemed like he wanted to threaten Sherry to tell him what she knew.
And from the way he walked over to Amber you could assume she did.
“Amber, baby. You know I don’t want anyone here that doesn’t want to be here, right?”, Negan said with a slight grin on his lips.
“So if you want to leave and go back to Mark you can. But what can’t you do?”, asked Negan looking down on the blonde women.
“Cheat on you”, she directly said her lips trembling.
Negan grinned as he told her that there were others loving to have her place and she could go back to Mark and her Mom if she wanted to.
“No…. I’ll stay. I’m…I’m sorry”, she assured.
You swallowed, you knew that this meant something bad for Mark.
Something pretty bad.
“You know what that means, right?”, asked Negan before he repeated it again.
“Yes…I love you, Negan”, she said looking at him.
Did she really just say that she loved him after what he had said?!
“Oh, of course you do, darlin’. I don’t know why you’re crying. It’s all gonna work out aces for you”, Negan said before he chuckling pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Yeah alright, you could understand that she was done and scared, you really could but she just accepted that Negan would fucking burn her guys face while she admitted her love to him, the one who would torture her man for a mistake they both did?
Gave him the permission to do so with no resistance?!
What the fuck?!
Negan stood up and walked back over to Sherry, a grin on his face.
You were pretty sure that this shit was all just about might, showing who’s the boss and keeping everyone in the lane he wanted them to be and not out of jealously caused by emotions.
That has been already pretty clear to you since he had offered Dwight to sleep with one of them as reward.
He had no emotional connection to them, when he had emotions at all, they were just there to satisfy his sexual drive with the “advantage” to not have to work for points.
The deal was crappy but that still didnt let you pity amber that much, you pitied Mark.
He had no choice.
You looked at Carl who seemed also shocked.
Just that he didn’t know what Mark would await.
As you looked up you saw Negan talking to Sherry.
You overheard her say that Negan was an asshole wheron he answered that he knew he was one, wow at least he knew that, but that the messed-up thing was that she liked him anyway.
You first thought that she would oppose herself somehow, not talking back, no, but maybe a glare.
But she just accepted it as he bowed down and began to kiss her, she even joined him doing so.
You huffed annoyed.
He was just such a fucking douchebag.
He opened his eyes looking at you and let go of Sherry.
Your eyes were filled with hatred and disgust and he seemed to notice that. “Looks like my number one is fucking jealous”, he said walking chuckling over to you.
The room was suddenly way more silent than before.
You saw that the most women had stopped talking and watched how Negan walked towards you.
“Not really”, you growled as he stood close before you making him chuckle.
He moved his face closely before yours, so close that your lips almost touched. He was short before kissing you.
“Don’t”, you growled at him glaring in his eyes.
You wouldnt kiss him here, now, in the middle of his damn harem.
You saw Negan backing a little bit back, chuckling before you heard how the door opened and Daryl and Dwight stood before you.
Daryl carried a plate with fruits and else on it and Negan ordered Carl to take it.
“Why you got him here”, you heard Daryl suddenly ask and it seemed like forever that you had heard his voice. 
“Whoa Daryl! Careful! Dwight get him a mop and lighten up the fireplace, we three gonna talk a little bit in the meantime”, said Negan chuckling walking out of the door.

A short time later you walked into Negans apartment, it wasn’t like the other ones, it was pretty fancy.
“Are these women-”,tried Carl to ask but couldn’t finish
“Yeah they are all my wives”, he said grinning
“Asking yourself why I didn’t make her one?”, asked Negan Carl who was looking at you.
“Gonna tell you why. I’m not gonna let her fucking deprave between them. You know what, she’s somehow one-of-a-kind, I’d be so fucking dumb if I wanted her only to screw her”, Negan said smirking.
“But…are you sleeping with all-”, Carl started again.
“Always wanted to screw a whole bunch of women. Why taking the old rules serious and screw just one… I mean, even if I could consider that with the Sweetheart because damn its good with her”, he pointed at you enjoying your hateful glare before he continued.
He seemed to enjoy teasing you a lot.
“You have to know that fucking her is really great. You’re getting addicted to it!”, he called grinning now earning an upset growl from you.
Couldnt he just shut up for a moment?
“What Sweetheart? That was a fucking compliment!”, he said grinning stroking his beard.
He looked back at Carl who looked the same way at him as you did right now. “Let’s talk. Sit”, he ordernd pointing at one of the benches facing the Black Leather Couch Negan took you with him on.
“I wanna get to know you a little bit better”, Negan said leaning his elbows on his knees.
“Why?”, asked Carl.
Negan chuckled staring at Carl and began to tell him why he thought that he was smart and that because of that he should know that he’s not gonna let his actions slide.
“I can’t….You know it’s like talking to a birthday present. I wanna know what Grandma got me! Take that shit of!”, he said chuckling amused.
He wanted what?!
“No”, said Carl calm.
“Two fucking men! Two!”, yelled Negan staring at Carl.
“You really wanna piss me of?”, he asked Carl threatening while you felt your heart beating faster.
You swallowed as Carl began to lose the bandage.
You hadn’t seen him without his eye and you were pretty sure that he didn’t either. It was easy to see how much it bothered him to take the bandage of while Negan chuckled.
As Carl finally pushed his hair to the side you could see the wound that was once his eye and all what Negan did was fucking laughing.
You could see Carl breathing heavier his glance becoming hurted as you looked concerned at him.
You wouldn’t let Negan hurt him.
“Crap! That is fucking disgusting no wonder you’re covering that up!”, Negan said laughing while you saw Carls lips trembling.
“Have you seen it? I mean that is gross as hell!”, Negan said while you felt the anger your stomach becoming more and more. 
You hated seeing him doing that to Carl.
Negan kept talking as you saw how tears began to roll down Carl’s cheek making your heart cramp. 
“Negan stop! Don’t you see that he’s crying?!”, blustered out of you almost yelling.
As he heard your voice Negan suddenly stopped. His glance turned from amused to actually kinda concerned and the grin from his lips disappeared.
“Holy hell, kid…”, within a blink Negan turned concerned.
Truly concerned, not played.
“Look I just…It’s easy to forget that you’re just a kid…And I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything….I…I was just screwing around…” He continued and it was hearable that it was difficult for him, that he was actually sorry.
That was probably the first time you saw Negan being completely humane for some time.
And you didn’t know why but it changed your view on him a little bit in that moment. You still despised him but you hadn’t thought before that seeing Carl cry in front of him would let him show some true emotions.
There was actually something humane in him left.

It suddenly knocked on the door and a stout man came into the room, Lucille in his hands.
You hadn’t noticed that he had left the bat outside.
“Seriously? I never do that”, he said before he looked grinning at Carl. “I guess a kid firing a machine gun is a little bit of a distraction. All jokes aside, you look rad as hell. I wouldn’t cover that shit up. It may not be a hit with the ladies, but I swear to you, no one is gonna screw with you looking like that”, he said somehow encouraging on his very own way to Carl.
You looked at Carl who had still tears in his eyes while Negan screw around with the man that was standing before the couches.
Asking him serious if he had treated Lucille like a lady and so on until the man just stood bewildered before him.
“I’m just kidding! Bats have no pussies!”, Negan said suddenly chuckling again.
“Fat Joseph”, the name Negan called him, laughed nervous but relieved.
“Out”, ordered Negan and the man immediately rushed out of the room.
“See that? Thats what I meant. Men cracking each others balls. Thats some shit your dad should have taught you”, said Negan standing up and walking a little bit around before he stopped before the couches again and looked from you to Carl.
“You know what? Why don’t we talk a little bit about her”, he said pointing at you chuckling. “You know whats interesting? She can control herself when she has to, which is pretty fucking impressing, when you see her glaring and growling at me! There’s some assload of hate in it!“, he said chuckling before he continued.
“But the moment she saw you cry…POW! It fucking bursted out of her”, he chuckled looking from Carl to you. “Really interesting”, he said grinning stocking his beard trying to hold your glance.
He went silent for a few moments until his voice raised again.
“So Carl, you like music or so?”, Negan asked.
“Well, uhm…yeah”, answered Carl quielty.
“Sing me a song”, said Negan.
“Uhm…What?”, asked Carl and spoke out what you thought too.
“You mowed over two of my men with a fucking machine gun. I want something in return for that”, Negan said. 
And that was a song?
“I..I can’t think of any”, stuttered Carl, his glance going down to the floor.
He seemed insecure and helpless, something you hadn’t seen Carl in huge while and you definitely hated to see him this way.
“Bullshit! Think of a song your mom sung to you or your dad had on in the car! Start singing!”, ordered Negan
Then Carl began singing.
Slowly, his voice cracking and silently sniffling he sang “My only sunshine”. 
You looked concerned to him and glanced over to Negan who was swinging his bat as if he would train bashing heads. 
You looked slightly annoyed by his actions to him as he winked at you while Lucille swung around him.
As Carl had finished Negan walked over to the couches again, complimented Carl grinning and told him that “Lucille” loved music, but not as much as bashing heads.
He sat down next to Carl and asked him if his mother sang that to him.
You swallowed hard, that theme was complicated for Carl.
He had to shoot his own mother. 
Even if it was necessary, no one could get over that.
“That was some example for breaking balls by the way”, said Negan and got smirking up.
Even if you despised what he let Carl do, it was nothing against that what he usually did against people who had done things like Carl.
Maybe he had a bad coincidence or even something else?
“Kid, Sweetheart? Come up, the irons ready”

You found yourself in the big hall, surrounded by Negan, Dwight, Sherry and Amber, even Daryl and tons of other saviors, after Negan had held a speech about how important rules are.
That you were standing here again got you back to reality.
From the man who felt truly sorry about making a “kid” cry he changed again to the man who was about to burn someones face.
Before you sat the guy, named Mark, tied on a chair sobbing and completely done.
No wonder, the iron was already waiting for him in the fireplace, you pitied him.
Negan had shown Amber some options, they were for sure all not great, but at least she had one and she took the one where only he got punished.
You saw how Dwight fished the iron out of the fire, Negan taking it after he had slid a thicker glove over his hand.
You swallowed as you saw how Negan took the iron in his hand.
”You can look away If you want to”, Negan said grinning to you before he took the iron in his hands and earned a glare of you.
“Mark, I’m sorry. But it is what it is”, said Negan slightly grinning.
You searched for your brothers glance that seemed as bewildered as yours.
Then you heard a scream that let your blood freeze.
You immediately stared in the direction of the young man who got an iron pushed into half of his face.
His screams sounded cruelly through the hall.
You gasped for air, seeing Carls and Daryls glance.
All rules aside, that was just insane and disgusting.
Negan finally pulled back leaving the man unconscious as you saw how a puddle created under his chair.
“Now that wasnt that bad, was it?” asked Negan.
No of course not, he had just a fucking iron in his face, laid unconscious there embarrassed in front of everyone he knew.
“Jesus, he fucking pissed himself”, spatted Negan annoyed going over to Daryl as your heart made a step.
“Clean that shit up”, he ordered.
You glared at Negan who looked chuckling over to you and slung his arm around your waist.
You felt your body tremble in disgust and anger as Negan waved his doctor over to Mark.
”Let Marks face be a daily reminder to Mark and to you that rules are fucking important!,”, yelled Negan before he went over to Carl with you.
“That was some fucking  sick shit right? You probably think that I’m a lunatic. Come on lets find out what to do with you”, he muttered to Carl leaving the great hall and your brother behind.

You felt more anger building up in you while you were walking back to Negans appartment. You could control yourself, especially to protect Daryl and the others, but all what happened had build up in you finally wanted out.  
That punishment had been the last drop.
“Whats wrong Sweetheart?”, you heard Negan chuckle.
You had to say something and satisfied this urge as you began to speak calm but with a trembling anger filled voice.
“Whats wrong? You just fucking burned a mans face and humiliated him in front of everyone”, you said but you hadn’t finished yet.
“Rules Sweetheart. He did not follow them. Yeah and I burned his fucking face. Ain’t my fault if he is a fucking pussy and fucking pissed himself. Amber had the fucking choice”, he said serious but still grinning.
“Of course he pissed himself, you burned his damn face…I wouldn’t have let you do that”, you growled.
“Oh really?”, his eyes glowed in curiosity.
“I would rather have to live out there again having to kill and fight against tons of walkers every fucking day. I wouldn’t have let you hurt and humiliate someone I love especially if it was my fault too and if I had another choice. I wouldn’t just let you do that without any resistance”, you growled.
It was out, finally.
Negan looked at you smirking before he began to chuckle.
“Woah Sweetheart! Is that the fucking anger you build up while you glared at me controlling yourself? But damn. You wouldn’t let me do this because you’re one brave fucking thing! Some fighter like Carl over here! I like that! But they’re not like that Sweetheart, they’re not”, he chuckled.

”Can I put the bandage back on?” asked Carl as you were sitting again on the couch, Negan looking something up in a notebook.
”No”, he said while he put one of his arms behind you on the edge of the couch, his fingers slightly placed on your shoulder.
“Why the hell not?!”, Carl suddenly stood up and glared angry at Negan.
“Look at this badass! because I am not fucking done with you”, answered Negan.
Carl let himself fall back onto the bench and glared at Negan.
“What?”, Negan asked grinning.
“Why haven’t you killed me? Daryl? My Dad?…or (Y/N)”, Carl asked.
Negan looked grinning at Carl.
“First of all kid, leave her out of that game, got that?”, Negan said slightly smirking but still serious.
Carl looked over to you and nodded. 
His glance was a little relieved, even if it was still concerned and upset.
“Good”, Negan said before he told Carl that your brother would make a good soldier, Rick bought him good stuff and he, Carl, would be more productive and fun to break.
Carl huffed.
“What I think is, that if you would know how dangerous we are you would kill Daryl, my father and me… but you just can't”, he said.
Negan glanced grinning up to Carl.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right”, Negan answered smirking.
“Lets take you to Alexandria!”, said Negan finally after a pause and got up.

You were sitting in the truck while it was driving over the empty roads, almost on Negans lap because there was so little space.
You watched out of the window thinking about that Daryl would be in the Cell again because he had rioted somehow when you were about to drive away.
On the one side you were glad that they hadnt stole everything of his character when they tortured him, on the other side…he would get punished for that again.
You felt Negans breath against your neck as you watched how you drove past the mattresses the saviors had burned and you felt how a shiver run through your body.
Negan chuckled seeing your reaction before you felt how his lips were placing themselves on your neck.
You slightly shifted away from him hearing him chuckle more.
You didn’t need him even closer than you already were by sitting half on his lap. 
Especially when Carl was sitting right next to you.

And then you finally stood in Alexandria again, before the door of Ricks house as you saw how Olivia opened it.
Negan walked straight inside pulling you with him.
“Wheres Rick?” he asked.
Olivia stuttered, you could see the fear in her eyes as she assured that Rick was outside searching for stuff and wouldn’t be back soon.
“We are practically starving”, she said, you could see her lips tremble.
“Starving?”, Negan asked smirking. “You?”, he pointed at Olivias body.
He was just such an ass.
“By practically you meant “not really”, he asked while you saw how Olivia tried to not cry.
But then it overwhelmed her and you heard a loud sob as she turned around sniffing.
“Really?”, asked Negan as he turned around to you and Carl while you glared hatefully at him.
That comment had just been unneccessary.
Negan eyed you before he turned back to Olivia who tried to control her tears.
“Excuse me”, he said before he asked her after her name.
“Sorry for being that rude. We have to get along because I guess we’ll have to spend some time here until your leader returns…”, he said before you thought you’d didn’t hear right what the heck he was saying to her.

A loud slap noise sounded.
She had slapped him.
Olivia had fucking slapped Negan!
You couldn’t prevent a grin forming on your lips and a giggle traveling up your throat leaving your mouth.
God how much he deserved that.
You saw Negan turning around to you looking grinning at you.
“Oh, that’s what’s making you laugh? Gleeful huh?”, he said smirking looking in your eyes. “You should laugh more often, Sweetheart, I like that”, he said before he turned back to Olivia who looked stills shocked.
“What if you make us some lemonade Olivia?”, he asked before he ordered Carl to show him the house.

Negan seemed like a big kid exploring the house.
He took his shoes of, tested the carpet.
Threw darts and seemed to have a hell of fun.
He seemed to really enjoy that.
You went from room to room and saw how Carls glance changed as you came near a certain room.
Judiths room.
But then you were standing right before it and you swallowed as he opened the door.
Negans eyes got big, his grin mixed with a smile.
“Look at that angel”, he said going to Judith and actually taking her on his arm, teetering her slightly.
You were eying his every move and so did Carl.
Negan looked smirking over to you, his tongue between his lips.
”What Sweetheart? Wanna have one of those precious little humans too? Making one would be sooo much fun!”, he said chuckling earning a glare of you. 
”No seriously, isn’t she precious”, he said looking at Judith, his eyes somehow softened. 

There were you sitting.
In rockers on the porch Negan next to you with Judith on his lap almost sleeping.
He looked somehow different since you sat here.
Yes he still had something of his weird glance in his eyes left but there was also some kind of softness.
He had his hand placed on your thigh after a while, but not on that lewd kind of way you expected him to, no, he was even stroking softly with his thumb over your knee. It seemed, actually, as weird as it sounded to you, like some kind of loving gesture.
You looked how a man from Alexandria walked past the porch you were sitting on. “Hi neighbor, why don’t you come by later? We’re maybe grilling out”, Negan said somehow chuckling happily to the man who looked confused at Negan as he heard his words.
Negan chuckled then leaned back again into the rocking chair.
You felt how he took your hand into his and lead it to his face.
You felt how he brushed his lips against your knuckles as you felt how some fuzzy feeling made its way into your body.
No.
God no.
Not that feeling again.
That was Negan, you shouldn’t feel that.
And also, who knew why he did that?
It wasnt definitely all played. You could see it in his eyes.
They probably kinda backstabbed him if he wanted no one to see the difference in his glance.
His consternation when he made Carl cry had been real, the way he acted, he hadn’t planed this.
But how far did this humane in him go?
You just didn’t know and that made you warily.
You turned to him looking slightly confused into his eyes. You also didn’t expect him to do such a gesture the soft hand on your knee had already surprised you.
“Got fucking red cheeks Sweetheart, you like that, right?”, said Negan chuckling placing a light kiss on your knuckles, his signature grin was mixed with the softness that surprised you every time again when you saw it
Now you first noticed the blush that had created on your cheeks and you realized that you couldn’t hide it now he had seen it.
Great.
“You do-o-o”, sang Negan chuckling.
“Hell…"you sighed huffing trying to get rid of your blush and that feeling in your stomach while you leaned back in your rocker.
You couldnt really estimate Negan.
And that bothered you.
Especially since that whole thing started it was so important to be able to interpret the actions of others to prevent yourself from bad surprises.
But Negan was something different, which didn’t mean that this was something good.
He was the giant asshole on one side who bashed heads, had a damn harem, threatened, manipulated people and burned peoples faces and on the other side someone who couldt get along with a “kid” crying because of him, who couldnt even stand when someone was glaring at you and who was sitting in a rocker with a baby on his lap while he softly kissed your hand.
“Carl, I thought about what you said, maybe killing you, Daryl and your Dad wouldn’t be such a bad idea, maybe I’ll consider it”, he said suddenly.
There it was showing up again, the asshole part of Negan.
All you hoped was that it was just one of his sick jokes…

part 8  (all other parts)

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I like the idea of Killian asking David for his blessing, and here’s why.

He doesn’t need it. We don’t even have to argue about that. If Emma and Killian want to get married, they’ll get married. It’s been well-established that Emma does what Emma wants, and Killian does what Killian wants. Neither of them need anyone else’s permission. I mean, what’s David gonna do, stab him? Come on.

But two things. First of all - Emma missed out on her royal upbringing and all those princess milestones. Killian has been the one to catch her up on them. He escorted her to her first ball and made sure she got her first dance, he kisses her hand and treats her like the princess she is. So it makes total sense to me that Killian would follow the traditional steps as much as possible and treat the whole thing like he’s a suitor wanting to marry the crown princess.

And here’s the other thing, and the reason why I really like this move. David (like Killian) is from a realm where, one would imagine, men do generally ask the father of the woman they want to marry for their permission or their blessing. And despite that, David has not been a part of any of the major moments in Emma’s life. He gave her up as a baby and got her back twenty-eight years later, at which point she’d already found and lost her first love, had a child, and done all kinds of things that David would never, in a million years, have imagined (or wanted) for his little princess. She’s living with a pirate, and we saw that while David was happy for her, he was also a little sad to “lose” her to an extent. None of this is what he ever thought would happen when he became a father to a little girl.

Also, David has been living in the twenty-first century for maybe a year. He grew up in a pseudo-medieval world with very different social norms and values and then he was in a coma for almost three decades. Yes, he’s got some traditional notions that prompt him to ask about Killian’s “intentions” and punch the guy who slept with his wife. That’s David. That’s who he is.

Asking for his permission here means a) following a tradition from his realm, and b) involving him in this part of his daughter’s life. So I like it. It’s not Killian and David making a decision for Emma, and it’s not actually about needing permission. I mean, they don’t need to get married at all. They already live together. Getting married will change nothing. So why? Because of the symbolic meaning. And the same applies to asking for David’s blessing.

It’s not about Emma and Killian. It’s about David. And it’s considerate and respectful and just nice and it shows why Killian has a place in this family, because he gets it.

I'm Falling Apart, I'm Barely Breathing (Barely Holding on to You)

Rated: T

Pairing: Barry/Iris, Westallen

Words: 2,775

Summary: 3x10 speculation. A continuation of what I want to see in the scene where Barry tells Iris about seeing her murdered in the future. Angst. 

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I saw Savitar murder you.

He’s leaning against the wall and she notes the way his voice slightly trembles and she can tell he’s trying to be strong for her. And God, this wasn’t at all what she was expecting when she thought he was hiding something from her. She glances down at the ground, away from him; she doesn’t want to see the guilt and pain in his eyes because all she can hear is the word murder.

Murder. Murder. Murder.

I saw Savitar murder you.

The words go round and round in her head and she still can’t quite make sense of them. Why - how? It’s impossible. They got rid of Savitar, they defeated the bad guy, she had said so to Barry during their small Christmas party. And she thinks of the way he had seemed out of it and she realizes he knew then, he knew and that’s why he was acting the way he was.

She wants to tell him that he’s crazy, that there’s no way in hell what he saw was real. That they are safe. That’s she’s safe. But one look at his face tells her that he’s telling the truth, that he’s absolutely serious. Of course he is. Barry wouldn’t lie to her about something like this. There’s helplessness and heartbreak in his eyes and she knows this is real.

Oh god.

I’m going to die.

And that’s when the tears fill her eyes and she tries desperately not to let them escape. At her sides she can feel her hands shaking and she clasps them together tightly in front of her in attempt to hide it from Barry. She doesn’t know why she’s trying to hold it together right now, she knows she doesn’t have to be strong she knows Barry won’t mind. And it’s not that, really, it’s that she’s afraid to fall apart. She’s afraid that if she does, if she lets the first tear go she won’t be able to stop, that she won’t recover. And she has to. She has to get past this and think about the future. And that’s fucking difficult when all she can think about is the fact that she dies she doesn’t even know-

“Iris,” his voice breaks through her thoughts and she raises her eyes to his. He steps forward towards her away from the wall. And she realizes that she’s been silent for a while and he’s waiting for her to say something, anything.

“Wh-when?”

His green eyes are begging her not to ask any more questions, begging her not to make him say it. But she needs to know. Needs to know how long she has before she- no, not going there yet. She doesn’t even want to think it.

“Iris,” he tries again, this time pleading with her.

“Barry, please,” her voice cracks in desperation. “How long until it happens?” she can’t keep the tears out of her voice, but she at least manages not to stutter, to sound a little stronger than she’s feeling. She doesn’t want to be affected by this, but she is. She’s fucking terrified. And the words are out before she can stop them, because he never told her when. Just that Savitar murders her. Maybe not knowing would be better that way she wouldn’t have an expiration date looming over her.

His eyes cut to hers again in one last attempt to see if she’ll take it back. But she won’t.

“Five months.”

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anonymous asked:

gaby x illya for the who does what meme thingy majiggy ;)

  • Gives nose/forehead kisses. Illya. It’s easiest to reach her there for quick pecks.
  • Gets jealous the most. Both. Illya is overtly the more jealous of the two. It’s a real issue — he’ll rage and pout and act possessive. Gaby has to work to curb his jealous nature. Hers is more subtle but way deadlier. She doesn’t try to compete with other women or shout or any of that. Oh no. Gaby, her abandonment issues on full display, protects herself with feigned indifference. She walks away. She puts on a show of ignoring him. If she’s feeling particularly spiteful, she’ll encourage Illya. Anything to belie how weak she is for him. 
  • Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive. Illya. Gaby is a drinker and a dancer. She’ll go out with her girls and Illya be there to put her to bed.
  • Takes care of on sick days. Both. Illya fusses to the point that Gaby shamelessly takes advantage of him but he can hardly be upset at her. Gaby has a much more tough love approach —  necessary to convince the Red Peril he his mortal —until she can’t help but melt into a puddle over his puppy dog eyes.
  • Drags the other person out into the water on beach day. Gaby. She is, as a rule, the Instigator of Fun and Illya needs and loves her for it.
  • Gives unprompted massages. Gaby. She likes being able to reach Illya’s shoulders and relieve some of that tension. When he’s sitting playing chess or writing up reports, more often than not Gaby is behind him working those strong, magical fingers of hers.
  • Drives/rides shotgun. Gaby drives, Illya is shotgun. Of course.
  • Brings the other lunch at work. Illya. He’s gotta make sure his gal gets three squares. Gaby gets distracted easily. 
  • Has the better parental relationship. Illya. Even with all his neuroses, even with his father in the gulag, he is the quintessential good son. Gaby “doesn’t have a father” long before Udo Teller is killed.
  • Tries to start role-playing in bed. Gaby. The little minx does like to make her Russian giant blush. She’s also damn good at figuring out what Illya wants but is too polite/repressed to put into words. Once he has permission/an excuse Illya is into it. Every time he says, “Your fiance would…” in the movie proves that once he’s in character he’ll commit.  
  • Embarrassingly drunk dancer. Illya. Gaby is a drunk dancer from way back, but she always looks good doing it. Illya, the lanky dork, has zero moves at the best of times — unless it’s a waltz. Mama K made sure her boy could dance like a gentleman.
  • Still cries watching Titanic Bambi. Gaby. The girl wants to pretend she has no feelings, but that’s a big, fat lie. She inhales sad movies and books and goes off on crying jags, all that repressed emotion just flattening her.
  • Firmly believes in couples costumes. Both. Gaby for roleplaying reasons. Illya because nothing says MINE like matching costumes.
  • Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas. Illya. When this big romantic was role playing as her fiance, he makes sure his woman knows she deserves the finest clothes and jewelry. Gaby, ironically more affronted by price tags (“Have you seen the price of this handbag?”) would buy sensible presents but add a personal touch. 
  • Makes the other eat breakfast. Both. Whoever gets up first. Gaby is not much of a sleeper, so she likes to be occupied early in the morning. If she’s crashed out or hung over, Illya makes sure she eats a hearty breakfast.
  • Remembers anniversaries. Illya. Say it with me: BIG OLE ROMANTIC SAP. 
  • Brings up having kids. Gaby. Illya is the family man; it’s unspoken but very clear that Illya wants kids. Gaby hardly remembers having a family of her own; the concept is appealing but she is wary about the execution. They both know this about each other. Illya is patient, so he waits for Gaby to bring it up herself.
Chapter Two | They Don’t Know About Us

Sorry it’s taken me some time but I’ve really busy with real life stuff like my career so that’s why. I’ve got a clearer idea of where this is going now but do feel free to send in little ideas of what you’d like. Enjoy x


Late on that Friday afternoon, Harry pulled Marcel from the library to drag him to the shop in order to get food and drink for the gathering that Harry had planned at the Styles’ household for the evening.

“Marc, I promise it’s only a few people, ten at the most, it’ll be fine,” Harry insisted as they both perused the aisles searching for crisps and dip, not even chancing themselves on the alcohol positive in the hope that Anne would have some in the cabinet. Marcel followed quietly behind picking up nuts and throwing them in to the basket along with two pizzas. He wasn’t looking forward to this; he never did. The routine was always the same and he’d end up upstairs in his bedroom, alone, waiting for everyone to leave, only popping down for a drink every so often; he even waited for food from their leftovers rather than have to eat downstairs in the kitchen. Anne banned the boys from eating upstairs so the only option was the dining room or breakfast bar; and the threat of somebody walking in on him in the kitchen made Marcel anxious.

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HEY GUYS I’VE BEEN THINKING OF A THING so you know how everyone jokingly complains that they cut that alternate Circuitry Bay Kiss in ESB, right? And I mean, yeah, sure, it’s super hot and fantastic, that’s great, darn those pg ratings.

But something that really strikes me about that version - that while the Actual Movie Version isn’t bad at all - that version is actually better because Leia gives explicit consent.

I’m not saying that she doesn’t in the original because she very obviously tilts her head up to accept the kiss BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY in the alternate version Han kisses her and then pulls back as though asking permission to continue, like, “are you okay with this?”, because she’s been closed off and in denial about it for a while and while obviously Han wasn’t hesitant to call her out on her denial this shows that he obviously wasn’t at ALL about to force her into anything either and he was ready to wait to make sure that no, he hadn’t read her wrong, and she CLEARLY SAYS “okay, hotshot” after that first small kiss anD ONLY THEN DO THEY CONTINUE IN EARNEST, which tells us two three things:

a) Han is a respectful and decent human being (A NICE MAN WHO KNOWS THE MEANING OF “NO”) who places a lot of importance on Leia’s freedom of choice, comfort levels, and the fact that she has every right to say “no, I don’t want this” even though he does want to because he loves her and respects her

b) THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS MUTUALLY CONSENSUAL AND THEY ARE CONSCIOUS OF BOUNDARIES AND ASKING PERMISSION FOR THINGS

c) if threepio hadn’t had really terrible timing they would have totally done it against a wall bye

WHY DID THEY CUT THAT SCENE GOSH DARN IT IT WAS SO GOOD

You Are Watching: GHOST KING (part 18)

“Okay. Start at the beginning.” Reyna started in a surprisingly steady voice as her, Nico, and Jason walked to their next classes, which were all near each other and a bit far away so they had time to talk about Nico’s confession.

The Italian had his eyes glued to the floor, his ears, neck, and face were completely red, and he was pouting. He looked like an angry tomato. At least Jason thought so. “It was at lunch…..and uh,….well we…..I gave him the cookies I made for him…….and well……I confessed…or he confessed…..honestly it’s all a blur right now……..and then we kissed…….there was some talking after that…..and uh….more…..k-kissing…definitely some cuddling….” Nico mumbled, and if possible his blush darkened significantly with each word he stammered out.

Reyna’s eyes widened as well as Jason’s, but then her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What did you talk about Nico?”

And Jason knew for sure him and Reyna both caught the gulp and how Nico seemed to tense.

“That’s…..can we talk about that after school?” The dark haired teen declared. Now looking more serious, his blush even died down.

“Was it something bad?” Jason asked cautiously as he placed a comforting albeit protective hand on the smaller teen’s shoulder. It felt so small and thin beneath his hand.

Reyna crossed her arms in that intimidating way but Jason and Nico both knew it was her protective stance, specifically when it came to Nico.

Nico didn’t even flinch under their gazes, didn’t shrink away like most would, but it’s not like either of them expected him to. Nico di Angelo could out stubborn a bull if he ever wanted to. “I’m not going to lie….at first I thought it was but, I… I’m certain it’s not now…just that it might complicate things….important things that we will discuss at my house after school. Persephone is going to make that weird organic macaroni again so..uh be prepared and bring extra spices? But yeah we’ll talk about it then.” Nico concluded as he walked away from the shivering Juniors he called friends and walked into his class.

The two stood there absorbing what he said, mainly about what he wanted to talk about but also when he mentioned Persephone cooking. That made them shudder.

“I’ll bring garlic salt like last time if you bring the cayane pepper again.” Jason suggested to Reyna who merely nodded as her response and they both went to their classes.

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“Okay I want details and I want them now!” Lou declared as her and Will waved goodbye to Cecil who also demanded to know the gossip after school.

Will snapped the bracelet he was wearing over and over again. He almost always had to do something with his hands, whether he be nervous or just bored. This was out of nervousness.

“Like I said. We kissed, and we’re dating. Well gonna date. I wanna take him out a couple of times before we make it official.”

Lou rolled her eyes and snorted. “What, are you gonna ask his dad for permission to date him?”

When she received no reply, Lou turned to look at her blond friend who was an impressive shade of red and quit messing with his bracelet.

“Oh.” She breathed out. “You’re really gonna do that?”

Will gulped and laughed sheepishly as he nodded. “Too cheesy? I wanted to do it because Nico said his dad is pretty old fashioned about stuff, like technology mainly, like sure he has a Mac and an IPhone and stuff and he can work them, but he is cruddy at using social media. Like seriously any kind of social media. He called Tumblr, “Tumble,” and Twitter, “Twattar.” Oh God and Facebook became BookFace or Book of Faces. When Nico was helping him make a Facebook along with his sisters, Hades asked him, no joke, “What would I do with a book full of faces? Do I know the faces? What if I don’t know the faces Nico?” I’m not kidding. And I just thought that he would appreciate me asking for Nico’s hand…….not like MARRIAGE!!! We’re too young. Oh goodness we are sooooo too young for that I mean in dating. Hand in dating. Yeeaaahhhhhhhhh.“

Will rambled on and on. Seriously, it was like the boy suffered from word vomit when he over thought or was nervous. It was kinda cute, like now. Lou couldn’t help but laugh, which made Will stop rambling and pout.

“Are you laughing at me Ms. Ellen?”

“Of course not Mr. Solace, I was laughing at….well yeah you but not because of what you were saying. Because you are just too darn cute!” She replied while she pinched Will’s cheeks and cooed.

The blond swatted her hands away and pouted once more as he rubbed his cheeks. That hurt!

“Soooo….it is a good idea?”

“I think he would appreciate it, I think Nico would as well. He’s kinda old fashioned too. Somewhat. I mean he has an old record player, isn’t that crazy? And he doesn’t have an iPod! He has one of those CD players that you clip to your jeans, also a Walkman like who has those anymore?”

“I think it’s cute. He also has an original game boy, game boy color- a pink one, a dreamcast, a GameCube, a Nintendo 64 and all kinds of old gaming systems it’s wild.”

“So what you’re saying is his house is a retro gold mine.”

Will chuckled and nodded. “Basically.”

“Oh hey! Are you going to go to the Stolls party this weekend? I heard it’s going to top the last one.” Lou excitedly explained.

“I heard that one was really crazy, but I don’t know. I’m not really the partying type, Lou, you know that. Also does Reyna know? I’m sure she would be pissed if she knew.”

Lou waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Don’t worry, she has no idea. Apparently she is hanging out at Nico’s. I guess it’s like their monthly movie night or something.”

Or something. Will thought. It probably was to help out with the whole Ghost King thing, which honestly Will was still not over. Or perhaps it really was a movie night. He really didn’t know.

“Dude you should totally come to the party. I heard they hired Leo’s cousin who is a professional fire-breathing. It’s going to be lit!”

Will groaned. “Please never say that again.”

Lou smirked devilishly. “What lit? It’s going to be so lit! Like I don’t think anything could be as lit and this lit party!” She mocked with wild hand gestures.

Will continuely made faces and groans as she kept talking until he dissolved into giggles. “I’ll consider it if you stop saying lit.”

“Yes!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to go!”

“It practically does, Solace.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Awww I love you too!”

Why did Will get the feeling that the party was a bad idea?

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“The Man From The Past” - Derek Luh Fanfic (PART 6)

PART 5

I instantly sat up as I was woken up by a harsh slap across my face. Rubbing my face I looked on the side only to find Delany shifting in bed like crazy and taking my side of the bed too. 

I looked at the time on my phone which was showing 5:34 a.m. I was still sleepy, but I just didn’t have any space on the bed anymore so I got up from the bed and headed into the living room of Derek’s apartment. 

I tried to lay down on the couch and continue to sleep there, but it was just too uncomfortable for sleeping so I got up again and this time headed into the kitchen to make myself a coffee. 

‘Good morning’ Derek said pouring coffee into a cup. 

‘Hey,good morning’ I said sleepily rubbing my eyes. 

‘Why are you up so early?’ He asked with low voice. 

‘Your sister kicked me out.’ I said taking a seat on the kitchen counter. 

‘Oh’ He chuckled. ‘You can sleep in my bed if you want to’ He said smiling standing in front of me and handing me the other cup filled with coffee. 

‘I-I’m good, thanks’ I blushed a little.

‘I mean the couch is not the most comfortable place to sleep on and since I don’t have another room, you can continue to sleep in mine if you want to. I’m leaving now anyways.’ He said taking a sip. 

‘Honestly, I don’t feel like sleeping anymore’ I said. ‘Where are you going tho?’ I asked.

‘I’m going for a morning run.’ He said. 

‘Oh, nice.’ 

‘Wanan go with me?’ He asked.

‘I’d like to, but I don’t have like leggings and that..’ 

‘I’m sure Delany has some.’ He said. 

‘Oh, I don’t want her to be mad at me for taking her clothes without her permission.’ 

‘Delany? Mad at YOU?’ He said. ‘Y/n, she already loves you. I guarantee she wouldn’t be mad at you for borrowing leggings.’ He chuckled leaving the kitchen. 

I stayed in the kitchen and continued to drink my coffee on the counter and then he came back with a pair of leggings in his hands. 

‘Here.’ He said throwing it to me. ‘We’ll finish coffee, you go change and then we can go.’ He smiled. 

‘You’ve got a nice place’ I said looking around. 

‘Yeah, it is pretty cool’ 

‘I can’t wait to have my own too’

‘Are you looking for one?’ He asked. 

‘Yeah, I found one actually, but it turned out that nothing about that..’ I sighed feeling a bit sad because of San Francisco. 

‘How so?’ 

‘It’s in San Francisco and I really really want it, but since Kyle went to Montana, I can’t go all by myself there to check it out.’ 

‘San Francisco??’ He asked surprised. ‘That’s like..so far away from L.A.’ His smile dropped. 

‘I know, but it’s like..my dream.’ I said. ‘I really want to live there.’ 

‘I’ll drive you there to see the place if you want, but..’ He paused. ‘I don’t want you to move there.’ He said and I felt warm around my heart. 

‘Aw, you don’t wan’t me to move?’ 

‘No. I mean we’ve known each other for such a short time, but I feel like I’ve known you for much longer’ He said. ‘It’s like I met you before. It’s weird.’ 

‘Oh my God, do you have that feeling too?’ I chuckled ligthly. ‘Your voice sounds so familiar to me, but I’m pretty sure that we’ve never met before.’ I said. 

‘Yeah’ He smiled. ‘Are you gonna go change?’ He asked. 

‘Mhm’ I jumped down and quickly went to change into Delany’s clothes. 

PART 7

i will be a gun (and it’s you i’ll come for)

I’m not sure what this is, other than a drabble-y thing written as I ponder various S3 spoilers that have come to light lately. Title from CHVRCHES.


They’ve been running through the forest for almost two days when they finally get to the drop ship, of all places. Back where it all began.

Bellamy had known they would end up here, after it became clear which direction they were heading. They need shelter, a place to rest and recover after the fallout in Polis that they’d somehow managed to escape. They need a place to think and make a plan, and they haven’t said it out loud but they both know Camp Jaha isn’t an option.

“I didn’t expect to see this place again any time soon,” Clarke says quietly as she stands inside the metal hull, looking around. It’s dark and chilly, the rainy daylight fading quickly, but the shadows reveal enough of their former home that they can see where they’re going.

“So you were planning on staying in Polis for a while then,” he says.

She turns and meets his eyes. The paint on her face, dark and smoky around her eyes, had faded during their escape through the woods. But enough lingers that, with her elaborately braided hair, she still looks like a haunted Grounder warrior.

“I was planning on being wherever I could gather the most information to help everyone,” she replies. “But I’ve already told you that.”

She has already told him that. They haven’t talked much since fleeing Polis together, focusing mostly on moving quickly and surviving, but they’ve said enough for Clarke to know that he’s bitter. Which is fine with him. She should know.

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Gabriel had been bouncing on the balls of his feet, waiting near the entrance to the training facility. He always wanted a good reason to get out of being watched by the instructors, and since Kiara had offered up this chance to train with her, well. He’d gone to get permission for them to not have to enter the room, to head down to the lake and train together.

When he spotted Kiara, he lit up, flitting over to her like an excited puppy. Or possibly a hummingbird. “Hey! Sorry if I’m imposing but I was hoping you’d want to go and practice, like we were talking about the other day? They said it’s fine for us to head down to the lake s’long as we stay there for the full session.” 

Story by krispinathederpkrispinathederp

Aurora had a very difficult day in the third grade, a new student arrived and deiced to make fun of Aurora’s quills calling them “shark fins” This never bothered but then the rest of the class started to tease her calling her quills “shark fins” as well. The more they teased, the more she started to think her quills were shark fins and her feelings got hurt..

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When the pink hedgehog got home, she ran to her room wanting to hide. Sonic ( who made sure he was home when Aurora came home)  felt his father sense tingling and went to his daughters room.

“ Tiny” he called “ you ok?”

“ I’m fine papa” Aurora told him , she wiped her face not wanting him to see her cry, Sonic knew she wasn’t fine, he could tell in her voice, normally Amy would be the one to comfort her but Amy was going to be working very late, So Sonic had to step in. He grab hold of the door nob.

“ Can I come in?” he asked. it was silent for  a few second but then tiny squeak from the inside confirmed him he had permission to enter.

Opening the door his eyes met with Aurora, she was sitting on her bed, her face red and tears staining her face, sonic has never seen his daughter so upset, he carefully walked over to the bed and sat down.

“ Aurora what happen?” he asked.

“ I….” the pink child wasn’t sure if she wanted her dad to know but open her mouth to speak “  A new girl started in our class” she said.

“ Well that sound nice” Sonic said “were you nice and help her feel welcome?”

Aurora nodded but then the tears came back ” I…I was nice but then she….” Aurora shut her eyes ” she started to make fun of my quills, she called them shark fins” she open her eyes , with her right hand she pointed to her back quills” Then the whole class started to pick on me as well…..” she brought her knees closer to her.

“ did you tell the teacher about this?” He asked

“ ….No..” she said “ I couldn’t do it, plus she was a new student and new students can’t get in troulbe on the first day” she explain. Sonic scooted closer to his daughter he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“ It doesn’t matter if some one is a new student or not, if they are making you feel upset you need to let your teachers know,  if you keep this hidden you only be hurting yourself”

“ I don’t want to be a tattle tale” Aurora said.

“ this isn’t about being a tattle tale, it about stopping some one from being a bully, Same goes with fighting Eggman, I don’t let him bully the towns foke do I?”

“ No” Aurora started to perk up “ it cause you get’em right?”

“ Right!” Sonic smiled at her “ Now if you get picked on again what are you going to do?”

“….Tell the teacher” she answered

“ That’s my girl!

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Wow! sorry it’s long but another “what-if”  Aurora was upset and Amy won’t be home til late, so Sonic would have to be the parent and talk with his daughter.

Aurora belongs to E-Vay

[E-vay’s Note: This was so sweet, both the drawing and the story! And that’s a very valuable lesson that parents need to teach their children, and who better to do that than Sonic? Thank you for this :) I loved it!]

Lily

I am so sad right now, that episode was so heart wrenching for so many reasons. 

Outlaw Queen - we knew that bitch was up to something and we all suspected meatloaf was a code word for bun in the oven but I didn’t want it to be true. sobbing for OQers right now and Regina. Damn it they made me cry for Regina when I didn’t want to. 

Emma found a really sweet family who was going to take her on vacation and she was going to camp for the first time in her life. They were sweet people. she wanted the chore wheel. Damn Lily and her lies, armed robbery, and mischief. 

The Apprentice - Why couldn’t he have gone to Emma? Why did Lily get the the real information and knowledge but Emma nothing? Why was she left to fend for herself and then fall into ways with the wrong people?

Emma protecting her parents was lovely and we know she loves them. She is not going to let anyone hurt them, especially Lily. 

Belle - I was sure Regina got her permission and Will’s face when he learned her heart was missing. He knew what that was like and there was no way he wouldn’t help Rumple. I didn’t want to see Rumple team up with him though, Belle has been through too much deceit already. 

Rumple admitting that he lied to her during the whole marriage.. poor Belle. 

Captain Swan’s goodbye and Killian standing up for her. I love that he said she was his reason for living on the path of light and that hers was her parents, Henry and him. 

K: As someone who started on the side of good and went dark take my advice vengeance is tempting the darkness always is. Resist it. 

E:Why couldn’t you?

K: I didn’t have anything to live for. You have your parents, Henry

E. you.

K: Aye, me. And I you. It’s kept me on my path now. Use whatever it takes to stay on yours. 

[Fic] Leave Your Fear in the Fray: Prologue

Otherwise known as, that one time Tony Stark unknowingly slept with a goddess and his life changed forever. 

Special thanks to andiheardeverything and spinmybowtie for putting up with my crazy during the writing of my fic, and hopefully continuing to do so as I move into the actual plot of this. 

You can track this fic through the tag “Fic: Leave Your Fear in the Fray" 

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Tony Stark has never been in any danger of being labeled a “good person.” Genius? Visionary? Prodigy? Sexiest man alive? Hell, even at times self-obsessed? Of course. He’s heard all of that in the last hour alone. A good person is not something Tony Stark will ever be considered, no matter how many lives his technology saves overseas. It’s not because he couldn’t be a hero. Hell, his dad was an asshole and he’s still classified an American war hero by many — not all, as his work on the Manhattan project was controversial — but many. Tony could be a hero, but he’s made the conscious decision not to be.

It started early for him, probably around the time that he was old enough to realize that his father, the great Howard Stark, wasn’t all the papers made him out to be. He was cold, calculating, and lacked any affection for his son. The expectations that Tony would one day take over the company were high. He was expected to study hard and excel in school so that he could grow up and be just like his father. So he did, and in many ways, he was even smarter than his old man. He doubted Howard Stark ever built a circuit board at the age of 4. However, he never felt like he was good enough, and his dad died before Tony ever heard him say he was proud of him.

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