i can never get his fact right

"copycat” still really bothers me

i’m sure i’m not the first person to notice this but i’m rewatching the show and the episode “copycat” just gets me so annoyed and irritated because of how adrien was written in that episode. this is probably the episode where we have the most blatant, explicit evidence of one of adrien’s flaws (i.e. his jealousy) and he is at no point forced to be held accountable for his actions. 

adrien quite literally causes an akuma because of his jealousy. but he is not forced to apologize to theo for lying about his relationship with ladybug, he’s not forced to apologize to ladybug for lying about said relationship without her consent, and adrien himself is not allowed time in the episode to acknowledge his jealousy, find fault in it, and learn from his mistake. 

adrien as a character already has this annoying habit of being presented as the “perfect boy” who very rarely makes mistakes and is idolized for it. not just by marinette. by pretty much everyone. “jackady” had this really strange scene where gabriel and ladybug were staring at adrien’s modeling shots and gushing about how “flawless” and “perfect” he is. and most of adrien’s arguably negative qualities (e.g. his occassional inability to take things seriously in battle, his naivete, his occasional impulsiveness as chat noir, etc.) are often presented in ways that either make us sympathize with his behavior or find it endearing. 

“copycat” is probably one of the only (if not the only) episodes where adrien is very clearly doing something wrong. he’s angry that theo likes ladybug so much so he lies about his relationship with ladybug and tells theo they’re a thing so that he can back off and chat noir can have ladybug all to himself. 

the problem is that the show doesn’t call out adrien for this jealousy. about the only time it does is when plagg makes a dig at him right when adrien realizes who the akuma is. 

and despite this, adrien merely rolls his eyes at plagg and scoffs at the comment as if it’s a joke. that was the perfect opportunity for adrien to take just a few seconds to say “you’re right. i should’ve never lied and let myself get jealous. that was wrong of me.”

about the best we can get is when chat noir acknowledges that he was the one who caused the akuma so he’s the one who has to go and get himself out of it. but at no point does he tell ladybug why this happened (especially because it involves her) and at no point does he vocalize the mistake he made, i.e. the fact that he let his jealousy take over. 

then this is where the episode really starts to bother me

he calls out ladybug for not showing up to the statue unveiling. they actually make chat noir take time in the middle of his screw up to basically tell ladybug “well maybe you’d know what’s going on if you showed up this morning.” ladybug had done nothing wrong in regards to this akuma. we’re dealing with her phone stealing and her bad time management on the side, but this has nothing to do with the akuma. if anyone’s mistakes should be being highlighted here, it’s adrien’s. 

but the episode continues to just let adrien get away with the fact that he lied. ladybug praises chat noir for his honesty and for the fact that he’s never lied to ladybug about anything (hello, irony) and normally this would be a pretty good moment for chat noir to at least look guilty. but instead he merely thanks her for the compliment and continues fighting anyway. 

and then it gets even worse because the one who apologizes at the end of the episode is ladybug!! she apologizes to theo for not showing up to the unveiling! which, fine ok, but where was adrien’s apology? where was his opportunity to explain to ladybug that he messed up for lying about their relationship, causing this akuma, and putting ladybug in danger?

it’s replaced with chat noir’s angst about his crush not being returned. 

we feel bad for him at the end of this episode because his “crush was crushed.” let alone that he let his jealousy get the better of him and lied to a stranger about ladybug and his relationship behind her back. we end the episode feeling sympathy for chat noir because ladybug doesn’t feel the same way for him. mr. perfect finally has an episode where he screws up and the show does not allow him to take sufficient responsibility for it and own up to his mistake. 

and it further annoys me that this happened because anytime marinette messes up, she almost always apologizes. when she didn’t listen to chloe and caused her to be akumatized? she apologized to her for not listening to her. when she yelled at lila and caused her to be akumatized because of her own jealousy? she apologized to lila for being so mean to her. marinette is continuously asked to own up to her mistakes and apologize for them (as she should) meanwhile the one time adrien screws up, he gets let off for it. 

idk man, it just gets me upset that adrien got it so easy in this episode. he should’ve apologized to theo. he should’ve told ladybug the truth. he should’ve owned up to the fact that his jealousy was totally unwarranted. 

Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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i don’t think anyone here is misunderstanding /why/ savan would have been annoyed at the time by louis speaking up and basically getting him kicked out. it’s the fact that he never once in that interview gave louis the credit he deserved. he wouldn’t even use his fucking name. he didn’t give him one ounce of respect throughout the entire thing. yeah of course he can reflect on his feelings at the time, but he can say “hey i was wrong” which he did and then follow that up with “and louis had every right to do what he did and he has proved himself time and time again to be a smart businessman and talented songwriter”… people aren’t pissed off because savan felt jilted at the time or that he was bitter over louis getting the better of him /at the time/. people are pissed off because he continued to disrespect him and put him down despite admitting he was in the wrong.

Heartbroken and Alone(Whipped Series)

I figured it’s time to put a stop to title-ing any follow up as “Whipped” anything since y’know, Harry can no longer express how seriously whipped he’s been.

So I’ll start by apologizing for not title-ing this Whipped Ex PT7.

Anyway, I want to take the the time to thank every single one of my lovely readers for being so patient and not killing me over the lack of updates!/.^


“‘Ave ye’ heard, love? Julia’s pregnant. 'Aving another little one.” Harry breaks the comfortable silence, a grin wide on his face as he averts his attention away from his phone screen and to his girlfriend who’d settled herself in between his legs and on top of his body. 

“Is she?” Y/N’s eyes widen in excitement, brows arching as she turns her head to lay her chin on her folded hands that rest atop Harry’s chest. 

“They 'aven’t publicly announced yet. But yeah, baby number three s'on its way.”

“Hmm,” she hums in thought, pressing her ear to his chest, the steady thumping of his heart sending her into a sudden comfort, “what do you reckon we should gift them?" 

Harry’s brows furrow, tongue poking out in thought as his fingers lightly begin to trail her spine from the arch of her back, up to between her shoulder blades and back down. 

He’s looking at the top of her head absentmindedly, noticing the way her body seems to raise and fall at the rhythm of his breathing. 

"Wha’ about a crib?” He questions, halting his movements on her back and bringing his phone back up to eye level, fingers working to search up cribs on Google.

He’s scrolling through endless pictures. Wood brown cribs, white cribs, grey cribs, cribs with slats, some without. All pretty, some not traditional and with drawers worked into them. And he must admit, looking through beds for little teeny-weeny babies gets his heart all fuzzy and warm.

“What’re you smiling at?”

Y/N’s moved her hands to lie under and wrap over his shoulders, gazing at him curiously, a finger lifting to poke at his dimple.

Harry hums at the feeling, but says nothing, just takes a quick glance to meet her eyes, his nose scrunching cutely at her. 

“Not gonna tell me?” She whispers, chin now poking into the top of his chest. 

Her mouth moves to press a gentle kiss to his chin before pulling back slightly. And when Harry doesn’t respond at all, she kisses just under his chin, nibbling at the stubble he’s been growing for a few weeks. Though it prickles her lips, she stretches her neck further to press more kisses every time Harry tilts his head back to avoid her pecks.

“Not gonna stop till you tell me!” He’s wiggling under her, head tilting to the opposite side every time she tries to kiss him, until she’s poking her tongue out against his chin.

“Did ye’ jus’ lick me?” Harry looks at her accusingly, and his laugh rumbles against her chest as he brings his hand up to wipe at the slightly damp spot. 

The sight of his Y/N trying to hold back a laugh has him narrowing his eyes at her before his own tongue is licking her forehead.

Y/N giggles at that, flattening her palm on his forehead and moving it upwards to push his hair back.

“What’s got you smiling like a dolt, H?" 

Harry clicks his phone off then, looking down at her intently, hands locking over her lower back and sock clad feet rubbing against her own bare feet.

"M'just 'appy tha’ you’re 'ere.”

Harry’s always been quite sappy, but if she’s being honest, this sort of catches her off guard, doesn’t really know what’s got him saying that.

“I’ve always been here silly.” She chimes, 'booping’ his nose with her index finger.

Harry spreads his hands over her back, rubbing up and down once and then bringing his right to wrap around the back of her neck. He presses into it to bring her face closer so he can kiss her forehead.

He exhales audibly, the hand that was on her neck now working to push her hair back with the back side of his fingers, tips brushing her shoulder.

“But m'appy to have ye’ like this, pet. To m'self,” he whispers, “all t'myself.”

Y/N’s sure she’s never felt this happy before. And she really doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t think there are words that’ll express just how happy she is to be here with him. So she smiles warmly at him when he starts to hum to the tune of “Songbird,” and watches his hooded eyes close completely, a smile creeping onto his lips as he runs his hand down her back and rests it on the curve of her bum, thumb slipping under the hem of her shirt and rubbing circles on the hot skin. 

“Harry?” He thinks he wouldn’t have caught if it weren’t for the fact she’s so close to him.

Harry can hear reluctance laced in that simple word, and when he opens his eyes, he’s met with a timid look, a look that tells him her mind might be tittering on whether she should continue or not.

He smiles reassuringly before whispering, “Yes, love?”

“You love me, right?" 

Harry cracks a smile, appalled she would even have to ask at this point. 

"G'na love ye’ til I die,” his words get muffled into her hair, “m'gonna be good t'ye and m'gonna love ye’. Never g'na do anything to jeopardise that, pet. Promise." 

It was a promise she didn’t know she’d needed. A promise Harry thought was implied in their relationship, something he didn’t know he had to audibly say. But it seems to put her at ease by the way she relaxes further onto his body, an ear pressed to the right of his chest.

They continue to indulge in each other’s company, nothing but light huffs falling into the silent air. 

"Loved ye’ for a long while now,” he admits, though he’s sure he’s said it before, “not g'na stop.”

He feels the curve of a smile on his skin as she reaches up to take his cross necklace between her fingers, moving it in a way that it slides on the chain.



Y/N doesn’t remember how long she’s been stood still, with the moon and the stars shining through her kitchen windows like spotlights. But it feels like forever. It’s felt like forever since the breakup. Days seem to drag longer, nights feel shorter than usual, and she can’t recall the last time she’s had a nice long sleep. 

If any of her friends were to ask - which they have - she’s been doing rather well. Doesn’t deny that it didn’t falter her any, but she’s aware time will heal her wounds. She’ll spit lies about how she’s been preoccupied with work enough that her mind’s able to function normally. 

But in a quick reality check - which she can thank her wandering mind for - she’ll remind herself of Harry’s betrayal. 

That’s how she seems to have ended up sobbing in her kitchen. 

She had let herself enjoy her own company - maybe a little too much. She’d prepared a bubble bath when she’d gotten home, but was quickly reminded that Harry had gifted her the luscious bombs when she walked back into the bathroom and caught a whiff of the lavender scent. Without further knowledge to the inviting bubbly water, she’d retracted from the room and shut the door all too hastily, leaving the bubbles to deflate until the water was nothing but a soapy lilac coloured puddle of memories. 

She was beginning to get better at blocking out any thoughts of him - or so she’d tried to convince herself. Plenty times she’d caught herself turning off her telly because 'shit. Dunkirk promo’s started' and she knew there was a chance she’d catch a glimpse of him even if she was clicking through channels. And no matter how quick she’d be to click it off, it would surely send her into a haze she’d much rather avoid. 

But tonight. After a month of working on picking herself up, it all caught up with her.

She was stumped after having walked down the empty hallway to her sitting area, enough that she didn’t think twice when her eyes caught sight of the bottle of wine she’d long forgotten two nights ago. She gripped the neck of it maybe a little too harshly, completely throwing the idea of pouring it into a glass out the window and wrapping her lips around the opening. Tilting her head back, she’d taken a long swig, brows furrowed and eyes screwing shut in hopes of silencing her mind and any thoughts of Harry. 

She’d wiped her lips with the back of her hand after they’d detached from the bottle and slumped down on the sofa. 

Slowly - through every chug and every gulp - she’d begun to get light headed, sight becoming blurry and body growing tired.

She’d reached for the control and turned on the telly absentmindedly, barely paying any attention to the program displayed across the screen. 

But she never realised at what point the interview began. And frankly couldn’t comprehend why it had taken her so long to turn it off after the imagine of him processed through her mind. 

It sobered her up some, enough to bring her to her current spot at the kitchen window. Tears free falling down her cheeks and eyes stinging from not having bothered in taking off her make up. She made no effort in silencing her sobs. This is her home after all. A place she can be vulnerable, even if it’s only to herself. 

She lets the recent image of Harry imprint into her brain, unable to deny that although the sight of him made her heart literally hurt, it also made it melt. It’s as if she was conditioned to feel nothing but happy when she saw him or heard his voice or even caught the mention of his name.

It’s not until her ringtone for Gemma sounds that she snaps her head in the direction of the sitting area. Walking over to her purse but not necessarily tripping over herself to answer the call. 

She inhales deeply before pressing the green button and lifting the phone up to her ear, wet cheeks causing the phone to slide down slightly only for her to readjust after wiping at the damp skin.

She lets out cough, hoping to steady her voice so that it’ll sound more as if she’d been asleep rather than crying. 

"Hey, Gem.” Complete fail.

“Y/N! Love,” and it’s as if she was actually surprised she’d picked up, “haven’t talked to you in a while. How’ve you been?”

Y/N’s been close to Gemma the second Harry had brought her over to their childhood home for a birthday party. She’d found herself confiding in her like you would a best friend. Harry had often been at the center of their conversations, and it was actually Gemma who’d at one point called it that her baby brother would end up with Y/N. 

So Y/N thinks she understands why Gemma would be surprised she’d answer her call. One would think she would have ignored it like she’s been ignoring Harry’s. 

But all in all, Gemma’s not the person Y/N would’ve gone to crying over Harry. Not her, not Niall, not Grimmy. And as sad as it is to admit, having made friends with Harry’s circle of friends led up to be heartbreaking. It was a given fact she wasn’t going to reach out to any of them after what happened. She wasn’t going to be the person that would strain those friendships, wouldn’t take any pity from them. And in all honesty, wasn’t going to make Harry look bad in their eyes, no matter how much he deserved it. 

“I’ve been better,” she admits, voice low and timid. 

After that, Gemma tries her best to comfort her. She tells Y/N her how she wishes she had given her a call after it all happened. Tells her over and over again how it didn’t matter that Harry was her brother, he’d been a proper dick and she would have smacked some sense into him if she’d known. All in all, she just couldn’t believe Harry had cheated. 

She also talks about how miserable Harry’s been, moping about their mum’s, spending more time inside than she’s ever seen him do. She tells Y/N how it breaks her heart to hear her baby brother silently crying on the sofa at night when he thinks everybody’s gone to sleep. And Y/N notices how not once Gemma mentions that Y/N should forgive him, only wishes she gets better and assures her that anything she needs, all she has to do is call.

When the call ends, Y/N tries so hard to hold back the fresh tears rimming her eyes. 

She couldn’t bring herself to think of Harry being miserable. Of a broken Harry sulking over the mess he’d made. 

Many times she’d been there to ease his mind and worries, to calm his sobs and lull him back into her Harry. A kind Harry that saw the world for more than what it was. 

But now, she’s suffering. And he’s suffering. 

She fiddles with the phone in her hands, a picture of Harry towards the upper left corner of the screen, his contact number screaming out at her. 

Her thumb lingers over the digits, mind saying no, but heart contradicting it. 

What would she even say to break the ice? Maybe she could start by congratulating him on the film? But then what? The second that phone rings, there’s no going back.

And she knows she can’t speak to him, not when she’s this vulnerable, not when the sound of his voice might just have her braking down in tears for the third time today.

Maybe she shouldn’t. Not after it all. She doesn’t want to be that person. The one that so easily forgives the people who’ve wronged them. But haven’t they both had enough? Haven’t they suffered more than needed? More than they should have? 

But a simple congrats doesn’t mean anything more than congrats. She’s not taking him back for Christ sake. She’s overthinking it, but she just wants to tell him she’s proud. 

Her thumbs swipe over the keyboard swiftly. 

“Congratulations on the movie, Harry. Hope you’re doing well." 


anonymous asked:

okay so ever since yesterday's live happened i've been in need for someone to write something about (drunk maybe?) jikook playing twister and them falling over each other or being in really awkward positions and things heating up somehow pls make my dreams come true

in hindsight, jungkook shouldn’t have said yes. but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and with park jimin smirking at him, betting that with his flexibility, he could’ve been both seokjin and jungkook at twister, jungkook couldn’t help but raise his hackles - puff up his chest and all that - and accept.

he really, really should not have agreed to this.

seokjin had agreed to be the judge, but is currently staring at them with vapid, blinking eyes, hand poised to spin the dial, very evidently regretting having decided to be dragged into this. jungkook shares his sentiment.

“left hand red,” seokjin says. it sounds more like a whimper than anything.

jimin places his hand down. 

jungkook swallows. because right now, in front of his face, park jimin has both palms to the ground, ass in the air.

right up in jungkook’s face.

and jungkook still hasn’t put his hand down.

“give up, kookie?” jimin teases, sounding a little breathless from the blood rushing to his head. jungkook scowls, taking the bait immediately.

“you wish.” he masks the choked quality of his voice with a scoff. very gingerly, he leans down, bringing his left hand to the circle next to jimin’s hand. this puts him in a terrible predicament, forcing him to bend over jimin’s back to reach.

seokjin makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat. “can we just end this with rock-paper-scissors?”

“no way,” jungkook says. jimin’s arms are shaking a little, and jungkook knows he won’t be able to last much longer. it’s only a matter of time. jimin challenging him had only been perfunctory anyway. unlike jungkook, the game isn’t ever what jimin intends to win. “not until jimin falls.”

“who says i’m gonna fall,” jimin wheezes. then he shifts, and his ass pressing back against jungkook’s crotch. “oops.”

jungkook uses his free arm to grab his waist. “stop moving around.”

“that’s not in the rules,” jimin says petulantly. “hyung, can you just spin?”

seokjin obliges, still looking pained. “right hand green. god, i can’t watch this anymore. i’m sorry jiminnie, but i really hope you fall down.”

“why me?” jungkook doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting. but jimin’s reaching under himself, seeking the green circle. jungkook follows suit with his free hand, face burning. god, they’re so close right now. every little movement jimin makes underneath him sends a jolt up his spine. and it always gets his blood rushing south, whenever he sees jimin display his incredible flexibility - a fact that jimin never fails to exploit.

“lift your right foot,” seokjin says. “also, just as a warning, if you don’t fall now, i’m going to push you.”

“hyuuung, shouldn’t you be on my side?” jimin whines. whines. the edge to his voice makes jungkook get the strangest urge to grab him and throw him down somewhere - wreck him - “jungkookie’s the one who beat you the other day.”

shit. where the hell did that come from? 

“my hair would turn white before i lived to see you beat jungkook,” jin replies. “right foot, both of you.”

jungkook does, with relative ease. jimin huffs a little, lifts his leg a little, and the moment he loses his balance, jungkook feels it before he sees it. he squeaks, a sound that jungkook files away for later perusal and teasing, and topples over, his flailing catching jungkook in the leg and jungkook lets himself fall.

crushed under his weight, jimin wriggles and laughs. “oh my god - oh my god, jungkookie, i can’t breathe - ”

jungkook eases off a bit so jimin can turn over, but keeps him caged in with his arms. “i win,” he says, smugly.

“only because you cheated,” jimin argues. “you didn’t have to choose the circle behind me.”

he’s right - jungkook just wanted that excuse to lean over him; to pin jimin down to the ground. not that he really needs one. it’s just for appearance’s sake. “you didn’t have to choose the circle in front of me, hyung.”

“you - you - ” jimin sputters. he finally settles on shoving at jungkook’s chest rather pitifully. “brat. don’t forget who’s older here.”

“anyway,” jungkook says before jimin can get into it. “what was that punishment you made earlier? a kiss on the cheek?” jungkook pauses before tacking on, “hyung.”

jimin rolls his eyes, but his cheeks bloom pink, betraying him as usual. “if you wanted one so badly, jungkookie, you only had to ask.”

“i don’t want one - ”

jimin leans up, pecking him so quickly on the lips that jungkook barely feels it. it feels like he’d dipped his face in flames, with how quickly the temperature rises.

“um… that… that was - ”

“again,” jungkook demands.


“i didn’t feel it, so you have to do it again.” 

as jimin babbles incredulously, jungkook takes the opportunity to grab him by the face, leaning down close until their breaths mingle. he belatedly realises that seokjin had made his escape somewhere in the midst of their collapse. jungkook knows they’ll suffer his complaints and poorly-timed jokes later, so they might as well make the best of this now. jimin’s pupils are blown wide, flushed and pretty, but it’s his little whispered jungkookie that makes jungkook feel like his heart is lodged in his throat.

“i won, so you have to do the punishment properly.”

then he leans down, presses their lips together right. 

jimin clutches the red circle with his right hand, his other going to jungkook’s hair. “actually, i think i won,” he murmurs, grinning against jungkook’s lips. then he goes in for his prize.

I have SO much to say about the new Sanders Sides video. I don’t even know where to start. I’ve forgotten so much about the video already.

There was so much to see. So much to hear. So much. So. Much.

Roman was trying so hard to be so nice to Virgil.

Even though he got accepted and everyone is being nice to him, Virgil seems to be even harder on himself. He’s trying not to be as hard on everyone else, but he’s being even harder on himself.

Logan seemed a little nicer. Other than that, something else about him seemed off. I don’t know what it is.

Patton somehow managed to be even more adorable and more aggressive at the same time. I am impress.

I feel like Thomas’s message at the end wasn’t just about Hogwarts Houses.

I appreciate Thomas saying that not all Slytherins are evil. (Slytherin and proud right here.)

And the fact that I’m a Prinxiety shipper and a Logicality shipper. I can’t tell if I ship Prinxiety in this video or not (I mostly just find their efforts to be nice to each other adorable), but I definitely ship Logicality.

I don’t remember the exact words, but-

Patton: *about Logan* Because he’s my hero.

Logan: *clapping* We get it! You’re adorable!

But all that Harry Potter merch. So much merch.

Logan and Roman and their jam.

Everyone trying their best to be supportive and accepting of Virgil. Fun fact: They succeeded.
















@thatsthat24 @thejoanglebook and @tallykat3 are so cool and amazing and awesome and I love them.

But I didn’t get Patton’s joke about Logan’s glasses. Can anyone explain?

Oh yeah, and “Pump the breaks, Princey”, “FALSEHOOD”, Patton and Logan matching (first the glasses, now the logos), and Panic! at the Everywhere.

I’m so full of emotions right now.

To quote Patton, I just have a lot of feelings.

One more thing: Uploading a Harry Potter video today was perfect. And the fact that Thomas, Talyn, and Joan put SO much work into making it. Okay, so two more things.

  • sirius black is a massive nerd
  • he reads books for fun
  • but never really admits it until james discovers a hoard of books under his bed
  • and sirius is like wOW hoW diD thEy GEt ThERe
  • he can Cook. Like Really Good
  • but doesn’t brag about it
  • okay maybe a little
  • who am i kidding he’s The Worst
  • can speak french
  • knows the names of birds???
  • ‘if i wasn’t snuffles i’d be a chiffchaff because they wag their tails’
  • thinks it’s a conspiracy theory that merlin was called merlin, and that merlin’s animagus and/or patronus was a merlin bird
  • casually knows random trivia facts?
  • ‘rome wasn’t built in a day, sirius’
  • ‘quite right james - it took approximately 1,009,491 days’ 
Steve/Tony Fic Recs: Single Parent AU

For my dear @kiernaserea, who requested single dad Steve/Tony recs :D I hope you enjoy the recs *hugs* <3 As you might have guessed, a lot of these are superfamily :)

Comment and leave kudos!

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar): There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve’s head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts.

Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.

Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. For his 40th birthday, Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but falling in love is something else entirely. Steve struggles with the idea of actually letting someone into his life. Tony is left trying to keep his heart from being broken while Steve figures things out. (also includes Clint/Bucky)

My Son, My Sun by Wordsplat (@wordsplat): Just before the events of Iron Man, a baby is left on Tony’s doorstep. He wants nothing to do with it at first, but his time in Afghanistan changes his mind and Tony vows to become a better man for his son’s sake.

ten years too late (just in time) by theappleppielifestyle (@theappleppielifestyle ): Steve never went out with Tony when they were young despite Tony’s attempts at wooing him, mostly because he thought Tony was too much of a flimsy playboy who could never really commit seriously to anything that wasn’t partying.

Years later he runs into Single Father Tony taking care of his 3 year old. Tony refuses to buy his kid candy before dinner and is overall a pretty decent dad. Tony also thinks Steve could never be interested in him, since he was always rebuffed before, but Tony’s in for a surprise.

Signs of Life by cvsossong: Tony Stark gets thrown into a new world when a one- night stand ends with him having a son. When it’s discovered that Peter is deaf due to his mother’s mistakes while pregnant, Tony vows to become the father he never had. Fortunately, he’s got the Avengers to step up as a team— and a family.

It Takes a Village (or a team of superheroes) by cvsossong: Three months after the Chitauri attack, Tony received a phone call that changed his life. (Or, the one in which a group of remarkable people come together and balance battling villains and raising a child).

A Gentle Lullaby by navaan (@navaan): They, all of them, are mortal and sometimes their brushes with death bring them closer to it than other people ever get. Fighting is what they do. But fighting for other people’s survival without a thought to your own safety is easy when you’re not leaving someone behind. Good then, that they don’t have any families left… Until Hydra drops a new bundle of responsibility right in their laps. But that might not even be their biggest problem. (Ults fic)

The one where… Tony meets Mr. Rogers by shieldmaidenofrohan (@captainstarkreportingforduty): “Are you ready?”

Single dad Steve and Tony who loves his kid drabble and sequel by @theappleppielifestyle: Steve musters a smile and says, “I had fun, Tony.”“Me, too,” Tony replies, and Steve is about to close the door and get used to the fact he’ll probably never talk to him again when Tony asks, “When can I see you again?”

our kids are bitter rivals AU by @theappleppielifestyle:  Tony arrives at the principal’s office to find Steve talking in low tones to his nine year old, Sarah, who glares at the linoleum and occasionally mutters something back that gets her father frowning. “Fancy meeting you here,” Tony calls down the hall, and Steve looks up with a reluctant smile while Sarah scowls in the direction of both Tony and his nine year old, Jamie, who makes a face right back at her.

hot single dad Tony and kindergarten teacher Steve AU by @theappleppielifestyle: Mr. Rogers has been talked up so much that Tony goes into the first parent-teacher conference ready to look for some good things so he can agree with his daughter, or at least make up some good things so he can lie. 

Because Mary hasn’t shut up about Mr. Rogers for weeks now, and goddamnit Tony is going to find at least one good thing about the man so he can keep up with these conversations instead of saying he bets Mr. Rogers is just as great as Mary says he is.

As it turns out, he is. Which is the bad part.

single father Tony and babysitter Steve AU by @theappleppielifestyle

Nanny AU by @lightshadowverisimilitude: Single dad Tony and Nanny Steve AU (slight stuckony) 

Billionaire CEO single dad Steve hiring Tony as a nanny drabble by @unsentpromises

(If anyone wants a themed rec list, hit me up in my inbox!)

So I was rewatching Galaxy Quest for the hundredth time, and you know what struck me? The Thermians.

I mean, we all remember these guys. They’re hilarious. Enrico Colantoni came up with the goofy mannerisms, and the rest of the actors followed suit. This resulted in some of the most phenomenal group character acting that I’ve ever seen.

But have you really thought about this race? What do we know about them? They are at war with the Sarris Dominion. A reason is never given, but we know that this war has devastated them.

JASON: You can be back on your home planet before supper.

TEB: Oh no, sir. We have no reason to go back.

JASON: Sure you do. Family? Friends? Come on.

TEB: We are all that is left.

JASON: ……I didn’t know that.

Considering the number of Thermians, we can assume that an entire race has been diminished down to merely a few dozen, perhaps a few hundred. Already, we know that this race has seen hardship. Just look at the spaceport the Protector leaves from to meet Sarris:

It’s a small detail only shown for this one short, but all I can think is that this is the cannibalized remains of what was once the planet Thermia. Just try to comprehend what these people have been through.

Also consider the people themselves. They’re an incredibly naive race, almost like children. It’s an entire race of “precious cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure.” They copy what mannerisms from humanity they see, creating appearance generators to put their new human friends at ease, openly hug people they like, etc.

They’re so naive that they don’t even have a concept of deception until Sarris introduces it to them. They have such a difficult time getting their head around the idea that someone would deliberately say something false in order to fool and even take advantage of someone else.

In fact, I bet the Thermians have never dealt with any sort of shades of gray morality. Something is either good or evil. They learned what evil is the hard way, because of Sarris and his attacks on their people. But they can still separate the good from the evil.

The Thermians idolize the actors because, quite simply, they’re heroes. According to the historical documents, they save people and they always do the right thing. These people can never do anything evil in their eyes.

MATHESAR: But if you are suggesting that any of you could have traits in common with Sarris… *raucous laughter*

THERMIANS: *join in raucous laughter*

ACTORS: *laughing along nervously*

I mean, just look at Mathesar’s face when Jason explains that they’re actors. Mathesar can’t comprehend the concept, until Jason finally admits, “We lied.” Then he’s just…broken.

It’s never occurred to him that good people can do bad things, but now it does. He probably spends much of the time offscreen during the following twenty minutes or so trying to get his brain around this new concept. Thankfully, he handles it pretty well:

MATHESAR: The ship was as big as this! *indicates small size with his fingers* A very clever deception indeed! *chokes, coughs, raucous laughter*

Still, my heart breaks a little for this race now. Sarris is defeated, but they still have to deal with the ramifications of this war that they have now won. There are still only a few dozen of them. They have only some copycat technology and the shattered remains of their home planet. I wonder how this precious cinnamon roll race went on with their lives, rebuilding with this new understand of how the world actually works, how morality actually works.

Remember what Sarris said to Jason right after he found out that they were actors?

SARRIS: You have all done far greater damage than I ever could have. Bravo. Bravo.

Yup. Bet you never expected to read Galaxy Quest meta, did you?

Angel Boy

Cas x Reader//Smut

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Sex, Getting Caught (kind of?), Unprotected Sex, Teasing/Calling Names

Summary: You know that Castiel likes you as you’d overheard him tell the boys, but he won’t act on it. You tease him by calling him “Angel Boy”, a name he doesn’t like. Castiel decides to confront you about this, which leads to an interesting demand from you.

Author’s Note: On my last home visit I got my wisdom teeth out and read a lot of fan fiction when recovering- I noticed Cas rolling his eyes and being sassy was a trend, as well as sarcastic sex- so I was inspired to write this. 

Originally posted by love-untiltheresnoloveleft

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been continuously teasing Castiel. After having heard him admit to Sam and Dean a few weeks ago that he always got a weird feeling around me which he didn’t quite understand fully- to which the boys later confessed what he was describing was ‘Love’- I decided that I’d try to see where I could take this little love interest.

I’d been wearing clothes that I thought I looked especially cute or hot in whenever I knew Castiel was going to be around; I would purposefully button a few of the top buttons of my flannel so he could get a ‘good view’ of my cleavage when we were researching. I also made sure to put in lots of touch, considering that I knew Castiel wasn’t much of a ‘touchy-feely’ kind of guy; he never had many interactions with humans before meeting Sam and Dean-according to what they tell me- so he was a little more socially awkward when it came to the hugs, or handshakes. Whenever we would pass by one another I would ‘accidentally’ brush my hand against his, or reach for the same book or object when doing research in the bunker. My touch seemed to always startle him, making him seem wearier and almost electrocuted when it’d happen, even if only for a split second.

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You know what I don’t understand?

How some anti’s of Bakudeku claim to hate bakudeku because of Bakugou’s ‘abusive’ behavior towards Izuku, yet when I go and see that they ship Bakugou with Kirishima, Uraraka, or anyone under the fucking sun, it just confuses me.

Like, if y’all are so worried about Bakugou’s ‘abuse’ towards Izuku, what the hell makes you think that him dating Kirishima or Uraraka is gonna make a difference? People who are abusive almost never change.

If y’all really felt disgust towards him for his ‘abuse’ and telling Izuku to go kill himself, you wouldn’t be pairing Bakugou with anyone. That includes Kirishima or Uraraka or anyone who is considered to be the sweetest character, because then, that ship would be problematic. Just like how you feel towards Bakudeku when you constantly claim how problematic it is.

Y’all do realize that abuse can fan out into multiple people and not just one person specifically right?

I would know, I’ve seen it, and dealt with it.

Makes you wonder who really needs to get their facts straight.

anonymous asked:

Hi, do you know any fics where Louis or Harry start off being really cocky or rude but then start to change because of the other? Sorry if that didn't make much sense.

Hello! I probably know lots, but at the moment these are the only ones I can come up with:

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante:

Summary: American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Word count: 112,853

Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy:

Summary: Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.

Or… an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

Word count: 52,354

Lights Will Guide You Home by louisxharry1:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is his school’s resident bad boy and easily the most liked person there. He’s loud and confident and popular. He spends most of his time abusing his parent’s money or partying or playing football. He also spends a good deal of it obsessing over the quiet curly boy in his English class, but no one really needs to know that.

Harry Styles is more or less invisible at the same school (unless he’s being harassed). He’s shy and painfully insecure and quiet. He spends most of his time crying on his bedroom floor with a razor pressed against his skin or trying (and failing) to think of reasons to stay alive.

So, of course, it’s inevitable that they fall for each other.

Word count: 137,227

Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram

Summary: They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Word count: 120,925

Nicotine by KrisStylinson:

Summary: “We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

“Just because you can get me hard doesn’t mean I like you,” Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn’t like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis’ cock as he spoke. “You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?”

Word count: 32,345

Turning From Praise (Punk!Harry Christian!Louis) by capriciouslouis:

Summary: Louis has had a strict Christian upbringing that he never realized he resented until he meets Harry Styles, a boy who lives to rebel and doesn’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. But the better he gets to know Harry, the more he begins to realize that maybe Harry does care. And maybe “the children who God forgot” are closer to God than the devout will ever be.

Word count: 128,943

I roll and I roll, ‘til I change my luck by lightofathousandstars:

Summary: “They’re not my best pictures.”“I wouldn’t say that, I think you look quite good being manhandled by a bigger man.”

Louis chokes on his sip of hot chocolate, feeling it burn its way down his throat. He coughs a few times and then clears his throat. “I’m sorry?!”

“You heard me. You should do it more often, it might make you more humble. Maybe you’ll learn to respect people.”

Or Louis is a bored, rich kid whose latest stunt got him arrested and forced to attend a fundraiser at an ice rink, Zayn is his unlucky partner in crime, Harry is the cute hospital volunteer who is having none of his attitude, Niall is the worst DJ in the world, and Liam is Leslie Knope.

Word count: 8,295

You Drive Me Round The Bend by TheCellarDoor:

Summary: In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.

Word count: 77,082

Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

This is Part Eight. There have been Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven (although tumblr keeps screwing up my hyperlinks, so you probably can’t click on these, and should just check out my #fic rec tag instead).

1. Undiscovered Country

Yuuri wakes up in Victor’s room the night after the Sochi Grand Prix Final banquet. Did they sleep together? No. Instead, last night, Drunk Yuuri taunted Victor that he hadn’t earned the right to get in his pants…and spelled out exactly what Victor would have to do to get there. Now, Victor intends to do everything on that list…

2. A Side of You I Never Knew

Well, how was Victor supposed to know he was married to an absolute genius? Nobody had ever told him! Well, there’s no way he can let it go on being a secret.

3. Coming Home Again

Yuuri, given to periodic bouts of paranoia, would often wonder if Viktor is, in fact, a Russian drug lord on the loose, seeking refuge in a nondescript town in America. This would explain a manner of things: his evasiveness whenever probed about his job; the way he’d unpredictably throw out incisive, thoughtful commentary about the morning news over breakfast; his expensive tastes in shirts, watches, and wallets alike; why he’d want to stay here with Yuuri, of all places, when the contents of his wardrobe alone could probably afford him a year-long stay at any condominium of his choice in the trendiest part of town. And then he goes on to discover that Viktor actually has a premium account on club penguin, and that his five penguins are named Peanut Wigglebutt, Luke skyhopper, Zing Zing, Otto Von Longdong, and Mooshoo Vegetable, and beats the idea to death in his head.

4. Living in the Maybe

Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.

5. Go On Ahead

Sour, grouchy Yakov didn’t understand sparkly purple skate outfits or wanting to eat your weight in sweets or having crushes on boys. But Viktor did.

6. Fear

Yuri is a good skater. He knows this. Viktor is just better. (Yakov disagrees.)

7. Sixty Impossible Things

Two weeks after his failure at Sochi, Yuuri receives a text from a mysterious number asking why the fuck he’s ignoring Viktor. So begins Yuri Plisetsky’s all out campaign to get Yuuri to fucking finally text Viktor and end his torment of watching Viktor pine, and so begins Yuuri’s descent into a wonderland of texting his idol, meeting his #1 fan(s), and slowly rebuilding his life with a little help from his friends.

8. Two Nights in Paris

Life and love: two words starting with the same letter, mutually existing for each other. One is simple, the other not. When Victor whisks Yuri away to Paris for the weekend, they might just find themselves asking which is which.

9. Katsuki “PDA Monster” Yuuri

When he kissed Yuuri for the first time, Viktor assumed that would be the end of any public romantic gestures between them. Yuuri, however, had other plans.

10. And So Viktor Met Him

At the Sochi GPF, Viktor watches Yuuri’s disastrous free skate and Chris watches Viktor. Two days and one gala banquet later, Viktor is in love and furious about it. In which personal revelations occur, the scoring system is biased, and Chris is a good friend when he isn’t a terrible friend.

11. Bare It All

Yuuri gets himself into trouble at a bar before he even gets drunk. Luckily for Yuuri, his hot neighbor and longtime crush, who Yuuri tries not to peek at while he wanders around his apartment, is also at the bar.

12. In Honour of the Lambs Led Astray

Living in a world run by money and deceit, Katsuki Yuuri is a honeypot who works under the guise of a high-class escort. For a hefty sum, he can turn an extraction of information into an assassination. Jaded to the existence of soulmates, he throws himself into his work and lets it consume him.

13. Without fear, without metaphor

Yuuri was never one to use more words than necessary. Underutilized it, even, his family and friends would remark. Still, there was a certain relief that came with easy communication. Then he started wanting to use words for more. He even ran his mouth quite a few times in the past months, much to his embarrassment. And he quietly admitted to himself that it came with the sudden barrage of Viktor Nikiforov into what he expected to be peaceful life and probable retirement in his hometown.

14. were stars to burn

How should we like it were stars to burn with a passion for us we could not return?

15. that boy is a monster

Viktor is almost thirty. It’s only a matter of time.

I wanted this list to be longer, and I also wanted to publish on the same day as the YOI Anniversary. Guess which urge won out in the end. Happy belated, Yuri on Ice!

It’s so morbidly amusing to see all of these people go like “Oh, no! V’s route is V x MC! He gets to get over his abusive relationship and end up with someone who doesn’t hurt him! That’s AWFUL and I’m absolutely NOT playing his route!”

Like um… honey, good bye, I’ll help you pack, there’s no place for the romanticising of an abusive, toxic relationship in this route. And I never thought I’d say this but I am SOOOO fucking ECSTATIC that V gets so badly hurt in his route even though I adore him, JUST so people can stop fucking denying the fact that Rika hurt him/abused him. Mmm right honey tell me about how perfect they are for one another as Rika lovingly shoves her knife into V’s guts :))

College!Tom AU: American House Parties

Summary: A few days before your roommate’s birthday, her boyfriend flies up to party the weekend away with her. You tag along for the celebration at friend’s house party where you meet two very attractive British foreign exchange students, Tom and Harrison, and their close friend. After a moment away with your roommate, you notice that Tom might be interested in your roommate. After learning about her boyfriend, will he give you a chance? Maybe! Will we ever learn the name of your roommate’s boyfriend? Yet another maybe!  

Warnings: underage drinking, weed, and some good old fashioned grinding!!!! (it’s probably PG-13)

feedback goes here and so do requests! // other writing

A Thursday night seems like a bad night to have a party. But everyone at your school knew the best parties were the ones on a Thursday night. Where you’d have to wake up and get to class, with less than two hours of sleep and the worst hangover of your life.

But you were one of the lucky ones who didn’t have class on Friday. You could sleep in, get plenty of fluids, take a nice, hot bath, whatever you wanted really. And since it was the weekend of Laura’s, your roommate, birthday; tonight seemed like the best time to let loose.

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anonymous asked:

have you seen the post where Bruce loki and thor are annoying wanda by getting her name wrong, Bruce calls he Wendy and loki calls her Wilma or sth, so she's not sure if they actually forgot or not, but then thor bursts into the room and is like "hi beth" and proceeds to laugh hystericaly, and loki says "it has to start with 'W' you oaf"

I have! And I have to say I didn’t like the end where Thor was like “I’ll understand the rules of this game and win!” Like. That makes Thor seem so stupid. I don’t believe that Thor is stupid. I’m all for Troll Thor. Or Throll lmao ah at least I make myself laugh.

Like honestly I can imagine Thor deciding he didn’t like Wanda messing with his friends’ minds (because it hits so close to home with Loki) and then hearing about the “game” they’re going to do where they never get her name right and he’s just like, “Yes. I agree.” And then he’s like “In fact I’m gonna go all in.”

So Loki, Bruce, and Tony call Wanda by literally every W name except her own and then in comes Thor who calls her Beth. Calls her Tessa. Calls her Vicky. Calls her Anne. And the others have decided he’s never going to understand but Thor can see that Wanda’s foaming at the mouth being so pissed because at least she understands what they’re doing, they’re being snide, but Thor??? Is just being stupid?????

So Wanda finally loses it with Thor, slams her hands on the table, shouts “MY NAME IS WANDA!” And Thor looks at her, eyebrows raised as she pants, watching the glowing red knives settle back onto counters and into drawers and onto the table. He looks at this child, because as old as she claims to be she has not taken responsibility for any of the bad things she did like an adult, and he leans in, looming, looking every bit the warrior he is and then some, and quietly asks, “What makes you think I didn’t know that, Rebecca?” and makes long, steady eye-contact that Wanda breaks, blushing, tears of humiliation forming in her eyes.

"please come home. i miss you." // that's what home felt like.

prompt list. number thirty nine. (( #39 ))
“please come home. i miss you.” // “that’s what home felt like.”

1,678 words 8,889 characters
summary: reader calls harry in the middle of the night crying explaining to him how much she misses her. she eventually describes throughout the story what home means to her when he’s around.

restless cold nights in your bed alone wasn’t ideal. being too lazy to close the window because it was giving off such a cooling yet uncomfortable breeze to the point where you were freezing. it also didn’t help that you were currently wearing just your underwear and one of harry’s shirts he left at home.

home. your shared london apartment with your boyfriend of three years. there was a lingering odor of cinnamon and vanilla from the spray that you had sprayed all over your apartment from the previous day. home was staying up on a friday night with your significant other and watching romantic comedies while you ate popcorn together. he would lay his head on your chest and wrap his arms around you and repeatedly speak about how he “got so lucky to have a girlfriend as amazing as your are.”

home was waking up in the morning underneath the same sun. the sun that would beam through the windows forcing you to groan and wake up. the sun never seemed to bother him but every time you tried to get out of bed he would immediately pull you back in. he hated sleeping alone.

and so did you. it was preordained that harry would be touring another country while you stayed home in london working and taking care of your shared apartment. however, that doesn’t mean you were strong enough to do it. two calls a day and text messages weren’t enough. and as the days went by your realized how much you were craving his touch. loving the way his soft lips touched your skin. loving the way he pulled you back into bed because he swore up and down the king size bed felt much colder when you weren’t around. loving the way the both of you debated on what the two of you were having for dinner that night.

that’s what home felt like. but he wasn’t there. he wasn’t in your home. and suddenly home felt like hell. you sat up in your king size bed that’s usually shared with your boyfriend before reaching over to the nightstand and turning on the lamp. you immediately grabbed your cell phone before unlocking it, the passcode being the day your boyfriend asked you to be his. it was a memorable date.

you immediately checked the world clock seeing what time it was in new york city. that’s where harry currently was. 12:43am. you knew harry like the back of your hand and depending on how he felt he could either be getting rest or staying up all night with band mates on the tour.

your days usually weren’t like this. you made the best of your days and you weren’t dreading the days without him. however, these months seemed longer than usual. it was causing you to wake up in the middle of the night just craving his arms wrapped around your body. you felt tears swell up in your eyes. it felt like they were going to become waterfalls coming from yours eyes.

your one motivation wasn’t laying in bed next to you. instead, he was on a whole different continent. you knew you should only be calling him when it was urgent this late at night but it felt urgent in that moment.

dialing his number wasn’t the hard part. the difficult part was waiting for his answer. well, hoping he would answer. your pressed the phone against your ear pulling your knees up to your chest impatiently waiting. it felt like an eternity and you were just going to give up and end the call when the phone stop ringing. your eyes widened before hearing his voice on the other line.

“y/n? isn’t it like 5am over there? why are you awake?”

hearing his soothing voice did nothing but make the tears come down your eyes. you immediately put your hand over your mouth silencing yourself but a small whimper escaped your mouth before you could and immediately he knew.

“oh no y/n. you’re crying.” he spoke, not asking a question. he just knew. he knew you like the back of his hand and of course you were the only person he didn’t mind interrupting his slumber. it was one of those nights when he was in bed early. you figured silence wasn’t your best choice in this situation so you decided to speak up.

“please come home. i miss you.”

you squeezed your eyes shut letting the tears fall down from your eyes onto your skin and bed sheets. you’ve never had nights like this when you called him sobbing your eyes out but this was a different case.

“facetime me.” he spoke, softly before turning on a light switch in his bunk. you immediately took the phone from your ear and pressed the face time button. maybe you looked a wreck but to him that’ll be the total opposite. you waited for his answer. it seems like the call connecting took years but your heart started racing when you saw the male wrapped in blankets inside his bunk.

“y/n my love. what’s wrong?” he asked. worried written across his face as he starred at you. tear stained cheeks cause heartbreak in his eyes. if there was one thing he wasn’t too comfortable watching it was his girlfriend crying.

“i-i just… i miss you so much.” you spoke, causing him to frown as he saw more tears fall from your eyes.

“hey now, i’ll be home in two weeks. you’re a strong woman. you can wait that long for me can you?” he asked. obviously the answer he wanted was yes. but in the back of his mind there was always a strong feeling of doubt building up. in his mind he knew for a fact that you would never throw it all away unless he had done something horrible to harm you. but doubt was a whole different story.

he was scared another man would somehow take her away from him while he was gone. his girlfriend was the most loyal woman he ever met and he knew for a fact the woman would never cheat on him. however, he knows. he knows how men are. some have this mindset when they see what they want and their immediate first thought is to take it. he didn’t want any man leaving an good impression on her.

“of course i can wait. but it gets hard.” you spoke, causing him to sigh. a sigh of relief.

“well, im not denying that. i suppose it gets very hard over here too. you know i don’t like-”

“sleeping alone..” you cut him off practically stealing the words right from his mouth. finishing each other sentences was normal after being in love for months now.

“neither do i. i guess i’ve just come to the sudden realization that sleeping alone is not my cup of tea.” you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes. speaking with him was relaxing and it gave you a sense of hope.

“you know i’ll be home soon. sooner than you think. it kills me to see you crying in the middle of the night over me. you know if i could i would jump on a plane and come see you right now.”

but you didn’t like that. you didn’t like that at all. harry had two happy places. two asylums. two heavens. performing on stage and being with you. you knew that having so many of his fans see him every night meant the world to him. who would you be if you were to take that away from his fans simply because you have a difficult time sleeping alone?

and he knew you didn’t like that. he knows he shouldn’t put his job before the love of his life. and he doesn’t. however, he cares about his fans more than anything. he sometimes finds himself debating which is more important. he knows that those are horrible thoughts but sometimes he can’t seem to help it.

“you know i wouldn’t want you to do that.”

“then you have to wait for me, love.” he spoke, keeping his eyes locked with yours. if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was right in front of you. everything has felt too real.

you nodded your head because you knew he was right. you knew that you needed to wait and crying wasn’t going to do anything but make the experience much longer.

“you know i would wait an eternity for you.”

“likewise. but you know i hate to see you cry.” he spoke, keeping his eyes on her examining her every feature.

“i guess i just badly missed you tonight.”

“in a few days it’ll be just me and you. a romantic comedy and eating brownies together.” he smiled, causing her to laugh.

he missed that laugh. he’d be lying if he said seeing her upset didn’t want to make him cry as well. however he stayed strong. strong for her.

“and morning sex. then breakfast.” you spoke, causing his smile to grow wider.

“i wouldn’t wanna miss it for the world angel.” he spoke, causing them both to laugh a little.

you smiled, wiping away tears from your eyes before speaking up. “i love you styles.” she spoke, holding the phone in her hands starring at him through the screen.

“i love you more.. try getting some rest for me? i’ll talk to you in a few hours alright?” he asked, making her nod.

“goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight harry.”

and with that the call ended. you locked your phone sitting it on the nightstand before turning off the light and closing your eyes.

and he locked his phone closing his eyes as well thinking of his return to you. how you were the only girl who dare call him while he was sleeping just to tell him you missed him. in a way, that made his heart flutter. someone who would wait for him no matter what.

that’s what home felt like.

Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: "Oliver, where do you see us 10 years from now?"

“Where do you see us in ten years?”

It wasn’t that long ago that a question like that would have sent his wife running. Maybe not physically, but emotionally? Oh, she would have blanched, her eyes widening, a hundred different responses running through her head as she struggled to find the right one that wouldn’t entirely show her hand. He hadn’t been much better, although he’d leaned more towards wearing rose-colored glasses than anything. It’d taken months of hell to realize neither of them had been fully ready for all that a life together entailed.

Not anymore.

Felicity didn’t even flinch where she stood over the large touch screen down in the bunker. Instead she hummed under her breath at the question, her fingers not faltering where she was organizing that week’s case load. The team was stretched a little thin since Rene’a injury, so there was more to do than usual. He knew she was weighing the ups and downs of where things could land on top of his workload as the Mayor.

All his various mayoral meetings were also on the screen.

His eyebrows went up when he saw she had him checking out a quick lead on the recent jail break over the lunch hour on Thursday. Past the fact that she wanted him to do some quick Green Arrow business in the middle of the day…

“You really think I can get all the way down to the Glades and back for my 2 p.m.?”

Felicity shot him a smile over her shoulder. “Yep.”

You don’t have a choice.

Oliver chuckled as he sidled up behind her, gripping her shoulders lightly. He dropped a kiss to the top of her right one.

She blindly patted his hip in return, sliding her hand down his still-leathered thigh. Her eyes never left the screen. “Is this because John was talking about his first anniversary with Lyla?”

“It got me thinking,” he confirmed.

Felicity shrugged, rearranging a few more things. She left the Glades stop on Thursday, he noticed with a wry smirk - she knew his assistant Benjamin was going to flip - before she pulled his attention back to her.

“Well… I think I see us in that monstrosity of a brownstone I can’t talk you out of,” she said. He laughed, kissing the side of her neck this time. She gave him a content sigh and leaned back into him. “Ten years?” She shrugged. “I think I see me pretending not to cry as you and William carry all his stuff out to a crappy SUV he bought with money he made under the table from you when he was helping out at City Hall. And when I lose that battle, I’ll pretend I’m crying because I’m angry that he’s driving that thing across the country - and at you, because you’re letting him - but we all know I’m really crying because I’m not ready for him to leave. Even though I’m so insanely proud at the school he got into that you had to pry me off him when he first told us.”

Oliver stopped breathing, barely blinking at the vivid image she was describing.

“And then,” she added, “when you guys try to call me on it, I’ll tell you it’s just pregnancy hormones.”

His heart stopped.

Felicity turned to him and she bit her lips together to keep herself from laughing at the look on his face. It did nothing to diminish her smile, though.


They hadn’t really let themselves talk too much about the future. There was always something that came up, that derailed them, that put their plans on hold, whether it was because of his Mayor duties or their nighttime activities. But he’d hoped, and he’d shared those dreams with her, the eventual future that’d taken him years to finally admit to wanting with a yearning that took his breath away.

Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands found their natural perch on her hips and he pulled her closer, breathing her in. He could already feel the way her body would change as she carried the life they created.

He wanted it, so bad he could taste it.

“Oliver,” she said, her smile softening. “Where do you see us ten years from now?”

A thousand responses rocketed through his head but there was only one response that resonated with all of them.

“Happy,” he promised.

The grin she gave him was blinding and he sealed the promise with a kiss.