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100 Reasons to Love Kim Namjoon

today is my 3 year anniversary of loving namjoon and so here’s 100 reasons everyone should love him !!!!!!!

  1. he gave up a stable future of studying and going to college (despite being so smart) to risk everything and pursue his dream of becoming a rapper
  2. had to fight criticism for being an ‘idol’ rapper and struggled for years with his decision and identity
  3. when he says he loves himself !!!!
  4. never forget this cute tummy flash !!!!!!!!
  5. he loves all his members so much sosososo much, he always puts them before himself 
  7. that one time tae came to sleep next to namjoon and namjoon sleepily held tae’s hand and wouldn’t let go
  8. his signature move when he takes his two index fingers and covers one of his eyes while looking deadass into the camera
  10. professional self-dragger, literally willingly drags his own ass
  11. his mixtape release in 2015, every song was so important and deep and okay, it’s largely forgotten because of yoongi’s mixtape but it has so much emotion and meaning behind every song
  12. he loveloveloves dogs !
  13. literally has looked like the best thing the world has to offer no matter what rainbow ass hair color bighit sticks him with
  14. that golden age when his hair was black when will that look come back from the war ://////////
  15. you know that thing he does when he’s been rapping and suddenly breaks out into a smile and scrunches his nose and winks with one eye mmmmmmmmokay !!!!
  16. his angry rap when his neck veins show because he’s literally putting his all into it
  17. the way he looks in beanies !!!!!!!!! with one ear tucked in and the other sticking out
  18. the mole on the left side right under his jawline 
  19. the fact that he literally read books on philosophy for hyyh
  20. THE WAY !!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!!!!! IN A SUIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  21. that time his speaker wasn’t working and he yelled at it and it started to work, Legends Only
  22. the fact that he isn’t afraid to try out weird kinds of fashion and won’t hear shit about it
  23. has been known to support LGBT since 2012
  25. when he’s too lazy to wear contacts so he wears his thick black rimmed glasses :’(((((((((((
  26. that time he had a wardrobe malfunction and had his whole shirt ripped off during that dance break and he did the whole performance holding up the sorry remains of his shirt 
  27. the fact that kim namjoon invented dimples !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really he did
  28. how he is literally incapable of doing a fan sign without making it a display of how much aegyo he can fit in any given span of time and then immediately be shy and embarrassed about it
  29. 6 feet tall, he is 6 feet tall also don’t forget that he is literally the eiffel tower because nothing is taller than 6 feet just sayin
  30. that amazing and blessed time he had silver hair and my heart literally exploded !!!!!!!!!!!
  32. that time bts was doing rainism and he was the only one who didn’t know all the moves and messed up but pulled it off confidently in the end
  33. he literally loves his mom so much i’m :’(((((((
  35. the fact that every time someone tells him to do a freestyle dance, it’s literally the same awkward robotic jerky dance with the failing arms and legs since 2013
  36. when he tries to sing even though the members laugh at him
  38. his cute soft pretty pink knees :’))))))))))
  39. in the fire era when he had that acorn haircut and pulled that shit off when will your fave ever
  40. he reads, he has an IQ of 148, he was the nation’s top 1% in 5 subjects in high school, he -
  41. his smile his beautiful glorious soft glowing stunning breathtaking smile that smile that you only have the privilege of seeing someone have one in a million times in your life, the kind of smile that could change the world
  42. the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a chok-
  43. okay !!!!!!!!!! but his cute squishy tiny nose so kissable n someone please bop it and pinch it and it’s soosososo cute 
  44. the way he gets his hands inky and dirty every single fan sign every single darn one !!!!!!!!!!!! why are they dirty? what is he doing ?????
  46. the way his arms look in sleeveless tops his arms !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  47. the way he looks in snapbacks mmmmmmmmmmmm
  48. that time on running man when everyone was supposed to have as many boxes as possible and he literally got his box snatched from his hands and he tripped over nothing he’s the dorkiest softest boy -
  49. SAILORMON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  50. that time he wore the army khakis and outfit and i just ://////// oh my god
  51. his side profile his perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic side profile !!!!
  52. his obsession with ryan and how happy he got when jimin got him a ryan cake for his birthday fkdsfhgfd
  53. legs for days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  54. that time namjoon was a minion for halloween 
  55. “I had to dance to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
  56. his cute outfit in the baepsae dance practice video :((((((((((
  57. he looks sosoososososo unbeliveably beautiful bare faced i just love him so much 
  58. that time during the hyyh prologue shooting when all the members were piling onto him and he yelled ‘MY BALLS, MAN’
  59. his fucnkgn !!!!!!!!!! puma photoshoot binch !!!!!!!!!!!
  60. the fact that he sang expensive girl and took the fact that he didn’t get a grammy for it like a man :///
  61. that time they won their first award in 2015 and he was cleARLY CRYING but denied it like “i’m not crying”
  63. that one time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! bts had an outdoor performance and his white shirt got sososososooso sweaty it was basically stuck to him and see through if you don’t know what i’m talking about then goodbye
  64. those RARE times when he smiles and sticks his tongue out at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  65. that time he was complaining about jungkook and the fruit flies and the weird as shit way he pronounced ‘vaccuum’
  66. his messy friendship with jackson 
  67. the fact that he apologized for the mistakes he has made in the past and made no excuses about them 
  68. award for having the world’s cutest and flattest tushy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  69. i don’t know if anyone noticed but the way he holds his fingers when he’s explaining something like he puts them in awkward bent angles and they’re really long and expressive i just looooovvveeeee
  70. that time he was doing a duet with this female singer for a show and he picked her up from the airport and held a sign with her name and got shy around her he’s the biggest gentleman DDDD:
  71. deep husky voice like shots of pure liquid gold sends shivers down my spine ://////////
  72.  KIM DAILY
  73. that time he held a tiny itty bitty baby frog on his index finger i dont know why it was so cute of him i just !!!
  74. sweaty namjoon when namjoon sweats the sweat namjoon produces 
  75. that time he tried to twerk but ‘something keeps dangling’
  76. when !!!!!!!!!! he wears tight pants and his thighs are almost bursting out of his pants jdfkkhkj
  77. the way he says ‘baby’
  79. that time he was asked to pick between solo and bts and didn’t hesitate for a microsecond before saying bts
  81. taught himself english by listening to 10 english dvds 10 times over 3 years 
  82. special thank you to every namjoon stylist who made him wear low cut shirts
  83. THE WAY HE LOOKS WEARING A MASSIVE HOODIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  84. ‘and i’m sexy like a porn star’
  85. accepts and settles for being the least popular bts member
  86. the way he looks when he wears headbands 
  87. when his sleeves are super long so he has sweater paws and his pretty fingers stick out slightly jdsfkshgkjfmncvb
  88. sub par body rolls that can still make you squirm and cry :////////
  89. once when he was the first in a lineup in a fan sign he told a fan ‘now you’ve practiced on me, you can do this in front of your real bias’
  90. got to write in “힙합하다 1” (‘This is Hip Hop 1: South Korea, Hip Hop and Life’) which is a hip hop book for 42 top korean hip hop artists
  92. the way he looks in a tie ohohohoohohoho my gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  93. that time in the ariport the cameraman said ‘the girls love you guys’ and namjoon was like ‘thanks, we love you too’
  94. the way he wrote about the sunset in his diary when he went to dubai 
  96. he once told a fan ‘sorry’ when she told him she got him photocard
  97. he said that he wanted to know what it was like going to college and sometimes he feels like he missed out on that experience :///
  98. can you believe namjoon invented having pretty hands??????? Amazing
  99. he cares sosooso much about other people he’s always wondering how his fans are doing, what they feel like, always giving advice, always learning and growing, never stopping
  100. “I’m still existing, still breathing. Even though I keep looking forward and run, sometimes I still look back. The path in front and behind are still far, but even so, if the people who look at me are still dreaming and picking up their strengths, that alone makes me feel good. It’s okay to live this way, breaking down, getting hurt and looking back at the past. I will live. I am living like this. Me. Us.”
it’s always sunny in philadelphia sentence starters!

❝ Could we not base our decisions on what does and doesn’t happen in episodes of Scooby-Doo? ❞
❝ Look at me, psychological damage up to here! ❞
❝ I have contained my rage for as long as possible, but I shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves! ❞
❝ Am I gay for God? You betcha. ❞
❝ Be gone, vile man! Be gone from me! ❞
❝ Well first of all, through God all things are possible, so jot that down. ❞
❝ Yeah, but we didn’t come here to play with  stray dogs and trash, man. ❞
❝ Oh, get a job? Just get a job? Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze into a job cannon and fire off into job land where jobs grow on jobbies?! ❞
❝ I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable. ❞
❝ I’m gonna have a really hard time if we’re both cannibals and racists. ❞
❝ I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong. ❞
❝ Everybody’s dying, bitch. Let’s get you some fruit. ❞
❝ When I’m dead, just throw me in the trash. ❞
❝ I will smack your face off of your face! ❞
❝ Take care of yourself… or whatever people say. ❞
❝ We all have cats we’d like to be playing with right now. ❞
❝ I will eat your babies, bitch! ❞
❝ I’m relaxing, I’m getting blackout drunk, and you’re leaving me alone. ❞
❝ Later, boners! ❞
❝ Do not call these shorts white trash! ❞
❝ If some old boner gives me attitude, I’m gonna spit in his face. ❞
❝ I eat stickers all the time, dude! ❞
❝ I’ve got the stride of a gazelle. A beautiful, beautiful gazelle person. ❞
❝ You know, you light one bitch on fire and everyone freaks out! ❞
❝ Cats do not abide by the laws of nature, you don’t know shit about cats. ❞
❝ If you don’t have car insurance, you better have dental, because I am going to smash your teeth into dust! ❞
❝ I can go from flaccid to erect in a moment’s notice. ❞
❝ I mean, trees? Everywhere trees?! What the hell is this place? ❞
❝ I’ll tell you what’s not cool: crashing my car into a building, exploding a grenade inside of it, and then convincing your friends and family that you’re dead! ❞
❝ Oh my God! She just ate an entire sleeve of Chips Ahoy! ❞
❝ Hello fellow American, this you should vote me. I leave power. Good. Thank you, thank you. If you vote me, I’m hot. Taxes, they’ll be lower… son. The democratic vote is the right thing to do, so do. ❞
❝ I stepped in front of a bus and it missed me. I can’t even get a bus to hit on me. ❞
❝ I’m having feelings again, like some kind of fourteen year old kid or something. ❞
❝ I don’t think these dogs have masters, I think they play by their own rules. ❞
❝ I have a bleached asshole! ❞
❝ With real power comes real responsibility and I don’t want to do any of that shit. I just want the money… and the illusion of power. ❞

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you are taking requests? If not, then please ignore this, or sit on it for a while and decide. Tom did not build her up from nothing; he broke down the walls around what she didn't want to acknowledge. The book that housed a fraction of soul looked into this lonely, angry child and for just a moment saw a shadow of himself. Or basically: What if, Ginny was sorted into Slytherin?

Hm. So you seem to be asking two different questions here, and you don’t seem to know that they’re different. They’re both interesting stories probably, but I think what I’d like to talk to you about here is that nonequivalence. 

You’ve asked for a dark!Ginny, one who secretly hates, who secretly relishes in pain or dismissal, one with a hidden superiority complex and a violence in her that’s cruel enough to match a young, arrogant Tom Riddle. The youngest of seven, forgotten and left behind, belittled, bitter, and the orphaned boy who orphaned so many more in his time. 

It’s not quite my type of story, that–my Ginny is not a kind beast, but she is not a cruel one either–but it could certainly be a story. 

But then–

Or basically: What if, Ginny was sorted into Slytherin?

This is not the same question. Did you know that? 

Slytherin, despite everything, does not mean evil. It certainly doesn’t mean that on my blog, but even in canon– this is where you find Regulus Black, who died to stop old Tom. This is where you find Draco Malfoy, who was an ignorant, whiny, and self-important child, but hardly an evil one. This is where you find Andromeda Tonks, who loved so hard and so fierce and so well that she ran from superiority, wealth, and family to marry into a Mudblood house that was so much warmer than her childhood home ever had been. 

And Slytherin!Ginny is a story that would fascinate me. The traits of Slytherin– ambition, cunning, adaptability, selfishness, and possessive love– these sit well on the youngest Weasley. She falls in love with Harry day one and never gives up on it. She transforms herself to step out from waiting in the eaves for him and lives for her own self, and it’s that bright creation of her daring self that wins him in the end. She goes after things with a single-mindedness that delivers– in love, in Quidditch, in kissing boys and defending Hogwarts until the end. She breaks rules. She loves hard. She doesn’t give up. She belongs in Gryffindor, sure– bravery is a watchword; her red hair is a war banner– but she would not be out of place in Slytherin. 

And what a story that would be? The silence in the Great Hall when the name “Weasley” got followed by “SLYTHERIN.” Mrs. Weasley’s face when owls flap through the Burrow’s windows, carrying Percy’s concerned note and Ron’s dubious scrawl and Hermione’s anxious ‘Dear Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, I’d thought you’d like to be informed…’ (Fred and George of course just laughed and laughed and laughed into the silence and fell off their bench at the Gryffindor table and got bruises on their bums.) The way the Weasley parents would stress and wonder and pace and ask what did we do wrong– but in the end, the warm Weasley Christmas sweater that would arrive in the mail at the Slytherin table, a G knitted into the front, all brilliant in silver and green. 

But the worries Ginny would have that first year, as the diary ate her from the inside, as it did cruel things with her hands–she’d have the same fears that are written up there in that ask as certainties: that being Slytherin meant she was secretly wrong. That her loneliness and her anger, her ambition and all her little selfishnesses meant she walked in the same skin as Tom, the ghost-boy who was using her hands to strangle chickens and write threats and hang cats by their tails and let out monsters so they could murder schoolchildren for the sake of their blood. She would worry she was like him and she would be wrong. 

But this is what I would want out of that story– that growth, that realization, that reclaiming. You can be lonely without lashing out. You can be angry without being cruel. You can be ambitious without stepping on other people to get there. Ginny is good– a Ginny with green on her herms is still good. She is sarcastic and a bit dark in her humor, casts a mean Bat Bogey and is jealous about Cho and fiercely defensive of Luna– this is true in a lion’s House or a snake’s. 

I want Fred and George playing Exploding Snap with her and teasing her for not cheering for them in Quidditch matches. I want her to find Millicent’s temper as hilarious as she finds Luna’s oddities, and to threaten a hex on anybody who calls Millicent fatty just as quick as she threatens the ones who call Luna loony. I want Harry to conscript her to help him spy on Draco and her to take to espionage like a duck to water– because you’re a Slytherin, he says, and she laughs and says, no, because I’m a nosy little sister and always have been. 

When Ginny stays her sixth year, during the Carrows’ reign and Voldemort’s months of power, I’d want her to spit cruel words at Death Eaters and to hide her wand up her sleeve, and to stand between children and their abusers. I’d want her to marshal an army in the Room of Requirement, with Luna and Neville and every other scared, willing soul. This was her home. These were her people, her family, the things she was willing to fight for. 

When they told her–their firebrand, their war banner–that she ought to have been in Gryffindor, I hope she laughed, I hope she fumed, I hope she proved them wrong. She was here for her friends, the way Regulus betrayed Voldemort for Kreacher, the way Narcissa lied to save Draco, the way Snape spent his adult life atoning for Lily, the way Andromeda left everything behind for Ted Tonks. 

I would want Ginny to wear green proud by the end of it. I’d want her to know the evil was in Tom’s shadow, not in her, not in the color they both wore. I’d want Hermione to look up histories for her of Slytherins who saved children and fought good wars and taught and loved and built things meant to last– because ambition is about going after what you want. What in that is evil? Selfishness is about understanding that you yourself have value. What in that is evil? Cunning is about creativity, quick-thinking, rolling with the punches and paying attention– what in that is evil?

Do you know the sort of evil you can do in the name of fairness? Do you know the sort of damage you can do with bravery, with not knowing how to back down, not knowing how sometimes there is a need to give, to adapt? Do you know how you can cut with cleverness, what sort of scornful superiority can live in those high towers? 

These are stories about choice. You choose your House. You choose how to live your House. Be brave, be cunning, be fair, be curious– all of those have their dark wizards. I refuse to believe otherwise. 

*slams head into a pillow*

Gosh - OK - first sorry for the random absence! Just suddenly got busy within life o-o

And not just that… but I got a question on my Wall on UT Amino about if there was a Fell!PJ, and if PJ is a jerk - is Fell!PJ more of a jerk?

And while I know there are Fell!PJ’s out there already that answer this as a ‘yes’ - I just… I suddenly thought how he WOULDN’T be a bigger jerk and in fact… would be TERRIFIED constantly. 

Just first - I never really think that Fell versions of out code characters can exist. Just due to how the multiverse is. 

But IF there was a Fell!Error and Fell!Ink - THIS is what Fell!PJ would be like:

Gosh - not much difference at first glance - but:

  • He is on edge all the time - Scared constantly. Always in fear. Hence why his left eye default is a circle - not a diamond like the original.
  • Instead of marching off angerly at 15 like his main counterpart - he runs away in a panic at 10. 
  • His fell parents? Both took him under their watch - altering between one, the other, or both. They saw PJ as an opportunity to craft him into what they needed - and used different tactics to do it. 
    (Again - honestly I doubt Error and Ink could have a Fell version anyway so I was just going on a huge idea burst with that one)
  • Fell!PJ moves from AU to AU - not to judge, but to hide. He feels more comfort in a solid world than the white void. Still - can’t stay for too long - he knows he leaves tracks behind. 
  • When and if he gets to know someone kind and is able to calm down - he will be more like original PJ - except he will catch himself on what he said and will apologize for it over and over. He doesn’t want to be anything like his parents - yet he still got that sarcastic yet straight forward attitude one of them has…
  • His splat mark on his cheek spreads out like a slap mark. It’s due to having been hit on that side too many times that the colored marks is just his way of ‘bandaging it up’

And well - his face colors look like this:

His hoodie is magenta/black, with the long sleeves below being purple/blue like his side pack. He would have orange and blue specks on his shorts and no ‘leggings’ like the original. 

As you can see - I thought WAY TOO MUCH INTO THIS GOODNESS.
(yet still don’t know what the parents would have done to make him that scared all the time… heh… hard for me to think of how a fell Ink and Error would be like I guess…)

kadda252  asked:

For the prompt thing, pretty please 10 or 29 or both in one 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is kind of the opposite of what I wrote yesterday. So here be fluff and nothing but fluff. It’s a sequel to this (sappy) prompt. But you can read it on its own as well. Thank you for the prompt! 

10. “I can never unsee that.” + 29. “Y-you love me?”

When Mulder finds himself in the car en route to Mrs. Scully’s house, he is not sure when it happened.

Or how.

But here he is, in the passenger seat, forced to listen to classical music that’s supposed to be calming. That’s what Scully told him 20 minutes ago, anyway. She’s quiet, tapping along on the steering wheel while Mulder keeps trying to come up with something clever to say. Or really anything. He has questions, plenty of them, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Why am I here, Scully? He would like to know. Why do I have to see your brother twice in one day? Mulder grows agitated just thinking about it.

Why did you kiss me earlier, Scully? That’s the one he really wants to know about.

In good old Mulder and Scully fashion, they haven’t talked about it. The kiss. It’s been hours and Scully hasn’t mentioned it once. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it never happened. Just a figment of his vast imagination. He’s imagined kissing Scully a million times over the years. But no; it definitely happened. Her hands were on his thighs, he can almost feel them still, and her lips grazed his oh so softly. Oh yeah. It happened.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Scully says in between songs. As if the music should not be interrupted.

“I thought you wanted me to shut up.”

“That was… earlier.” Mulder thinks he sees her blush.

“Yeah well, I didn’t know when you wanted me to stop.” Mulder cracks open a sunflower seed, realizing how hungry he is. With her kissing him and then convincing him to go with her to her mother’s made him forget everything else. Like having lunch.

“About the time I – never mind.” The kiss, he thinks, suppressing a smile. She certainly shut him up with that.

“You mean the… you know.” Here he is complaining that Scully doesn’t mention their foray into new, more intimate territory and he finds himself shying away as well.  

“It wasn’t fun, Mulder.” Oh.

“I’m sorry, Scully, I didn't… you started it. I just – then why did you ask me to come with you to your mother’s? If I’m no fun.” Mulder sounds bitter; he tries not to, but what can he do? He’s been wanting to kiss Scully for ages and when they finally do, she hates it.

“That’s why,” she tells him, her voice even, her eyes on the road, “You made fun of me. You know I thought you had something important to tell me and you let me believe it, Mulder.” Oh, again. She wasn’t talking about the kiss at all.

“Scully, I’m sorry. Your brother unnerves me,” he sees her nod in agreement, “He said all these things and then when you finally showed up at the office I felt like… I just wanted you to know there was something to come back to. As stupid as it was.”

“An espresso machine in accounting.”

“I realize it wasn’t my brightest moment, Scully, but I had to say something.”

“But do you realize that I hurried through lunch with my brother because I thought something important was going on?”

“I’m sorry, Scully. What else can I say?”

“Next time your exciting news turn out to be about kitchen appliances, tell me right away and don’t make it a secret.”

“In my defense,” Scully shoots him a look and Mulder ignores it, “I never said it was exciting. I didn’t keep it a secret either. So that’s why I’m here? As punishment?”

“Partly,” she admits.


“And what?”

“What’s the other reason?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scully chuckles and Mulder adds it to his long, long list of things they, apparently, don’t talk about.


Mulder doesn’t know what he expected, but it’s not this. This is not, as Scully assured him earlier, a small family gathering. This is dozens of people running around Mrs. Scully’s house.

“Oh Dana, you made it!” A woman, who is almost as tall as Mulder, hugs Scully tightly.

“Mom made me promise.” She replies with a soft smile. If only she would smile like this more often.

“And who is this nice young man, Dana?”

“This is Fox Mulder. My partner,” she startles, “my friend,” Scully turns to him, searching for the right word, “my work…” She trails off with a confused hand gesture.

“Oh Fox,” the large woman shakes his hand heartily, a huge grin on her face, “Maggie told us so much about you. She didn’t say you were coming today!”

“Ah yes, I cleared my schedule for this,” Mulder puts on what he hopes is a charming smile, and judging from the woman’s face it works well enough, and sighs, “I wanted to be here.”

“That’s so lovely, Fox. I’m Dana’s aunt, Millicent.” She’s still holding his hand, he realizes. “Now, go say hello to everyone else. I hope I’ll see you around, Fox.” Aunt Millicent winks at him and Mulder blushes. When she’s out of sight, Scully sighs audibly.

“So I’m your work, huh?” Mulder bumps her shoulder playfully.

“Oh shut up, Mulder. You know what I meant.” Scully doesn’t look at him, instead she seems to look for someone else among all these small and not so small heads. There’s a whirlwind of noises and voices surrounding them.

“Do I?” Scully glances up at him, brows furrowed. Her mouth opens to say something when a loud, distinctively male voice chimes:

“Is that Dana?” In a quick movement, Scully grabs Mulder’s coat sleeve and drags him with her right into a room he’s never seen before. It’s dark, it’s small and for the moment, surprisingly quiet. It could be a coat closet, he thinks, as a soft fabric brushes against him.  

“Scully what-” She puts her finger on his lips to quiet him. Not as effective as her earlier mode of shutting him up, but it works. He’s not going to complain that she’s touching him. Her finger is warm, it’s soft, and he just can’t help himself; he kisses it. Scully’s eyes open wide, but she doesn’t take her finger away, and so he kisses it again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Mulder.” Her angry whisper shocks him, but even if he knew what to say, he couldn’t. Scully’s lips find his again and this time he makes sure she’s not cutting their kiss short. His arms tighten around her and hold her close. She moans into his open mouth as one of his hands wanders up her spine.

“Why would they – Dana! And Fox!” The door opens and their mouths separate with a loud smack. Their arms still around each other they stare into the faces of Scully’s mother, her brother and man Mulder doesn’t know. Oh well.

“I can never unsee that.” Bill Scully mumbles shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Maggie Scully, a laugh in her voice, opens the door wider so they can step out. Mulder tries to secretly wipe at his mouth, but the nameless guy watches him intently. As does Bill.

“Bill wanted to introduce you to his Navy friend.” Now it’s Mulder who eyes the other man warily. This is the guy Bill Scully told him about earlier in his office. On his turf. This, he figures, is neutral ground. Not to mention that he just kissed Scully for the second time in one day. That should count for something.

“This is Frank,” the blond stranger waves awkwardly, uncertain if he should shake Scully’s hand, “My friend I told you about earlier.” Bill finishes, his eyes full engaged in a glaring match with his sister. For once Mulder is glad to not be at the receiving end of that death stare.

“And what did I tell you?” Her voice sounds like pure ice.

“I’m just asking you to meet him. You don’t have to marry him.” Bill glances at Mulder, who briefly considers hiding behind Scully or even her mother.

“I’m not interested,” she tells him, “Sorry, Frank.” The man blushes furiously.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it? I mean what you just did…”

“Bill.” His mother’s voice warns him.

“That’s none of your business.”

“He has nothing to offer you, Dana!”

“Bill, leave your sister and Fox alone. Now come on, all of you. We’ve got a house full of people. Behave yourselves.” Mulder watches as Scully raises her eyebrow as if challenging her brother and of course, he bites.

“What is it about him, Dana? He doesn’t love you.”

“Hey,” it’s the last straw and Mulder can no longer keep quiet, “I do love your sister. I love her more than I could ever put into words.”

“Y-you love me?” Out of the corner of his eye Mulder sees Mrs. Scully lead her son and the ominous Frank away. Not that Mulder still cares. His eyes are on Scully, and hers are on him. Right now, in a house full of people, they’re the only two that matter.

“Scully, I am not drunk,” he begins, his voice slightly wavering, “I am not drugged either. I am just me and I am in full capacity of my sanity,” Scully’s eyebrow rises, “as much as is left of it anyway. So let me tell you that yes, I love you. I am in love with you.”

“That’s really nice,” Scully tells him and it’s only now that he notices how close they are once again; like magnets drawn to each, he figures, “Because you know what?”


“I love you, too.”

No more words are needed and so he kisses her again and again and again.

anonymous asked:

hey that Obianidala was AMAZING and if you ever feel like doing a continuation (whether is alpha's anakin and padme trying to pamper obi, first heat together, obi-wan getting hurt once they're all mated and them panicking...) that would be BEAUTIFUL. I didn't know I needed alpha padme and ani trying to woo omega obi-wan until now :)

She’d never say it to his face, but Obi-Wan was really pretty. A distinguished kind of pretty, with a nice profile and unique coloring. And asleep he looked almost soft, the perpetual frown he always seemed to carry eased into the realms of dreams and warmth.

She knew if she told him that though, he’d insist that he wasn’t pretty but perhaps handsome. Such a humble man he was.

“If you stare at him much longer, he’s liable to waking up.” A quiet mumble from the other side of Obi-Wan sounded and Padme raised her head a bit to look at her husband, smiling a bit. “Well, unless he feels safe that is. But he’s not used to this bed so he might not…” Anakin yawned, blond hair in his eyes.

Padme reached out and stroked it out of his face before settling back down. “I’ve been watching him for around half an hour, he doesn’t seem close to waking.” She offered easily. They were all fully dressed, having come back from the date night late.

Obi-Wan had awkwardly tried to say he should go home only for Padme to gently take his hand and assure him that nothing would happen that he didn’t want if he stayed, only a shared bed and warm arms.

There had been something vulnerable in the older mans eyes, something etched with longing before he had agreed, following them to Padme and Anakin’s bed. She hoped she’d be able to call it all of their bed soon.

They had placed Obi-Wan in the middle, Anakin the big spoon and Padme pressed to Obi-Wan’s chest.

Slow, almost shy arms had wrapped around her waist, peering at her for consent before settling when she had smiled in agreement, cuddling against the omega she hoped to call a mate. Her cheek to his chest, she had listened to his heartbeat slowly slow down as he got comfortable, Anakin gently caressing his waist and Padme scratching his stomach lightly with her nails.

“Really? That’s a good sign. That and how quickly he fell asleep honestly. He doesn’t always do that.” Anakin nosed Obi-Wan’s hair slowly before yawning and carefully detangling himself from the two, getting up and padding to the fresher. Padme remained against Obi-Wan, to warm and lazy to move just for the moment when there was nothing important to do.

Beside, she didn’t want him to wake up alone in the bed.

Feeling completely justified in her decision, Padme watched Obi-Wan slowly open his eyes as he woke, a look of confusion entering them first before green eyes focused on her, looking incredibly lost for a few precious moments before his arms tightened around her, as if in disbelief that she was there.

The action made Padme wonder if Obi-Wan was used to waking alone in bed after having shared it with someone. That made her rage inwardly even as she gave him a soft peck on the nose. “Good morning, Anakin’s in the fresher.”

“Good morning Padme.” He whispered, voice sleep roughed before he turned his head to cough a bit, clearing his throat out and smiling sheepishly at her. “Sorry.”

“Its fine. I do the same.” She laughed and squeezed him gently. “Do you want to borrow clothes from Anakin wardrobe? Your clothes are rather wrinkly from sleeping in them.”

That got Obi-Wan to shift a hand up to ruefully pluck at his tunic, giving a small nod. “That might be good, yes. Sweet Force, a shower actually sounds nice too.” His stomach gave a loud gurgle and he blinked then gave a sheepish grin. “And…breakfast.”

She chuckled at that and nodded, slowly untangling herself from him before getting up. “I’ll find you some clothes, so you can shower first.” She went to her husbands closet, keeping half an eye on Obi-Wan as he sat up on the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. While Anakin was taller, Obi-Wan was broader and after searching for a few moments she found a lose shirt that would fit him as long as the sleeves were rolled up. Moments later she found a pair of soft lose pants and socks.

Anakin had returned from the fresher by that time and was sitting beside Obi-Wan, running his fingers through the others disheveled hair in an attempt to sooth it down.

It wasn’t working. But it was a good look on Obi-Wan even as Padme offered him clothes. “Here, towels in the bathroom, you can loan the shower soaps until you bring your own.” She smiled as he stood and accepted the clothes.

“And I left my sonic razor in there for you along with a fresh comb.” Anakin piped up, beaming when Padme sent him an approving look.

“Thank you. Both of you.” The copper haired Jedi smiled at them before moving into the fresher.

“…He’s not waking up alone Anakin, do you hear me?” Padme whispered quietly.

“Huh?” Her husband paused in tying his hair back from his face, blinking at her. “What?”

“When he woke…he looked like he expected to be alone. Like he’s shared beds with others and always woken up alone. He’s not waking up alone in our bed even if we have to trade on who stays.” She pressed her lips together and Anakin hummed before nodding.

“Now, lets get breakfast going.”

“Dibs on making the scrambled eggs.”

“Oh but you always over salt the eggs.” She sighed and Anakin stuck out his tongue at her.

“Obi-Wan likes them.”

“No I don’t!” Obi-Wan called out from the fresher before the shower was turned on.

Storm Before The Calm

Summary: after a fight that leaves the reader crushed and paranoid, they try to stay the night at Kat and Amy’s but Ethan still needs to explain himself

A/N: im really bad at summaries but im tryin g. also i only use nb pronouns when i write without requests so

You couldn’t quite remember what had set the two of you off. Something about a boyfriend and a messy apartment and too much stress frying your brain. You’d ended up yelling at each other somehow and gotten to the topic of, well, each other. Ethan yelled about how frustrating you were sometimes and you snapped.

“Why do you even like me then?” You spit at him. You’re shaking a little, head spinning. You feel a bit like you’re gonna throw up.

“I don’t!” His words are sharp and feel more like knives flying past you, slicing into your skin and leaving you bleeding.


Staggering backwards, you reach blindly for your bag. You need to go. Oh God, you knew it. You knew it. He hated you, he’d been faking this entire time.

Ethan’s face falls when he realizes what he’s said, how he’s just outed himself. “Y/N wait! That’s not what I-”

But you’re already heading for the door. He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it away, pulling the front door open. When you speak, your voice is oddly calm.

“It’s okay. It’s fine, Eth.” You see him flinch at the nickname. Part of you feels bad but there’s an even smaller part that revels in it. “I understand. Ev-….. It’s fine, okay? But I’m gonna go for tonight.”

This time, his grip on your wrist is much tighter and it takes you two hard tries to tug yourself away. Stumbling out the front door, you scramble to your car and pull out of the driveway before Ethan can follow you.

You’re not sure how long you drive but when your brain tunes back in you’re at a red light. The streets are abandoned, the streetlights giving the world an eerie glow. Leaning your forehead on top of the hand on the steering wheel, you pull your phone out of your pocket. You don’t know who to call. All of your friends were his friends first, they probably all feel the same way. You think about calling Laura, your first roommate in the city, but she had never been too empathetic. A second of consideration ruled out the guy you’d dated a few times about a month ago. You hadn’t really been that close and he and Ethan had really disliked each other. He might assume the worst if you called him.

Breathing out, you gave in. Pulling your phone out, your finger hovered over Kat’s contact name before you remembered how rare it was for her to be on her phone. Shit.

With even more trepidation, you found Amy’s number. You loved her, of course, but something about how close she was with Ethan made you think they’d be on the same wavelength when it came to their feelings towards you. You tapped the call button before you could back out and held the phone up to your ear. On the last ring, Amy’s groggy voice crackled out of your speakers.

“Hullo?” It sounded like she’d just woken up you realized as you checked the clock on your dash. The numbers 1:36 flashed at you and immediately you felt guilty.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it was.” You apologize. Your voice is stuffy and cracking and it dawns on you that you’d been tearing up before you answered. You cough to try and cover it up but Amy’s a fucking emotional bloodhound.

“Woah hey why are you crying? Are you okay?” You hear shuffling as she scrambles to sit up.

“I’m okay, Ames. Promise. I was just wondering if I could crash at your place tonight?”

“What happened? Is everything alright with Ethan?” The worry in her voice makes you feel guilty and you cringe.

“It’s okay, Ames. I’m fine I just… I need to stay somewhere. Is that okay?” You feel shitty but you don’t even have time to take back the request before Amy is saying of course it’s okay and telling you to get your ass over there.

Hanging up and glancing at the road before you begin driving again, you sigh. Amy probably wouldn’t act this way if she didn’t like you, right? Ugh. You didn’t know and what happened with Ethan was making you feel paranoid. You trusted him so much, you’d thought it’d been mutual. Shaking the thoughts away before you started crying, you focused your full attention on driving.

Amy answered the door before you’d even finished knocking, pulling you inside immediately. “What happened? Oh gosh you were crying did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them I swear to God.” She held your face gently in her hands and stared at you like she was searching for a wound.

You laughed, but it turned into a sob halfway through. Amy pulled you forward into a crushing hug, tittering and worrying.

“Amy I’m okay. Shh it’s alright. Come on, I don’t want to wake Kathryn.” You hugged her back, trying to calm her.

“Too late.” You heard a tired voice say, making you jump.

“Jesus Christ, Kat!” You yelped, pressing a hand to your chest as Amy squeaked in surprise.

Kathryn smiled before she noticed your state. Messy hair and tears on your face. “What happened?” She asked, approaching you quickly and putting her steady hands on your shoulders.

“I- Ethan and I…” You didn’t know what to tell them. You felt kind of pathetic now, running to them crying after one fight. Kathryn, though, looked pissed. Her eyes hardened and her grip tightened. She always had been a bit overprotective.

“What did he do? I swear to God if he-”

“He didn't… Did he?” Amy’s worried voice broke in.

“No no hey he didn’t do anything. It’s okay we just…. fought a little. Some… words were said.” You scoff. “I sort of got mad and questioned why he even liked me and he said he didn’t.” You rush, biting your lip and looking at the ground once the words are out.

“Oh. Honey, no. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, Ethan’s your friend.” Kathryn rushes towards you to pull you into a hug and you let her.

“I… I don’t know. He sounded so sure and I just- I was scared to even come here because I thought…. I thought you were his friends first and you all felt the same way.”

“How could you ever think that! You’re our friend and you know it.” Amy joins Kathryn and coddling you, petting your hair until you laugh, ducking away from them both.

“I know, I know. I just… Ugh. I don’t really feel like talking about it any more tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course, Y/N. Come on, since we’re all up we can watch a movie.” You smile as Amy guides you to the living room and all but forces you into a pile of blankets on the couch. Kathryn ducks out of the room and returns a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn.

“If this is happening, we gotta do it right!” She says, voice determined. You all settle on the couch and the girls refrain from asking you about Ethan, which you appreciate.

Halfway through the second movie, as you’re nodding off with your head on Kat’s arm, a sharp knock at the door makes you jump. Amy almost falls off the couch in her effort to disentangle herself from the blankets, mumbling a “who the fuck” under her breath.The knock comes again, louder and more insistent and Amy yanks the door open. Immediately she looks angry.

“Dude what the fuck?” She starts but a voice cuts her off.

“Is Y/N here?”

You tense because fuck that’s Ethan. Kat’s arm tightens around you when Ethan steps into the front room. “Ethan, dude,what the h-” Amy calls but he’s already rushing towards you.

“You scared the shit out of me! Y/N what the fuck! You weren’t answering your phone. I called Mark and Tyler and nether of them had heard from you do you know how fucking terrified I was?” You look guiltily at your bag in the corner where you had left your phone.

Kat glares at him from her spot next to you. “What are you doing here, Ethan?”

”Kat it’s okay please don’t be mad at him.” You beg. Ethan looks a bit terrified under her angry gaze, gulping and fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I-I needed to talk with Y/N.”

“I don’t think right now is a good time.”


“No, Ethan.”

“Hey!” You pipe up. “You aren’t allowed to argue because of me, stop that.” You wiggle out from under the blankets and stand in front of Ethan. “We can talk, it’s fine.” You grab his shoulder and lead him towards the front door, ignoring Kat’s protests. Amy stutters, trying to take in what the hell is happening as you slip through the front door and close it behind the both of you.

“Y/N you scared me so bad!” Ethan starts immediately. “I couldn’t get you to answer your phone and it was so late I thought you’d-” He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.

“Sorry…” You rub the back of your neck. “I left my phone in my bag.”

“God you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. About earlier-”

“I don’t know what you have to say that might make this better, Ethan.”

“If you’d listened to me you would have-”

“I listened just fine, Ethan! I’m not that stupid you said you didn’t like me so I-”

“No! That’s what I’m saying! You didn’t stay long enough for me to explain myself. That’s not at all what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?” You said, voice ambivalent with both anger and confusion.

“I was trying to say ‘I don’t like you, I love you’. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N! I just didn’t get to finish…”

Oh my God. Oh my god, Ethan you are an idiot!” You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. All this mess because of some miscommunication. “Why in the world would you do that?”

“I-I… It would be like in the movies! When they do the big feelings reveal!” Ethan’s mouth snaps shut at that and he blushes.

Feelings? What the fuck?

“Did you- Feelings reveal?” Ethan blushes hard and stares at his shoes. “Are you… Do you?” You don’t even know what to say.

“Love you? Yeah. In… In a more than friends way? Uh… Yeah.” Ethan still won’t look at you and you sigh quickly. Well… that sure is a development.

“Would you- Hey, Eth, would you look at me?” Ethan’s head pops up a bit, cheeks still pink. “That's… This is fine. I’m into it I… more than a friend way love you too…” You didn’t even realize it until then, but once you say it you know it’s true.

Ethan beams at you and your stomach flips. It’s like his entire attitude has changed as he stands up straighter and bounces on the balls of his feet. “Really? Like really really?” He laughs and pulls you in for a tight hug that surrounds you in the best way. He’s warm and still a little jittery and you giggle as he rests his face on your shoulder to look up at you. “Woah.” He breathes and you laugh.

It’s a split second decision as you lean down and peck his lips lightly. It doesn’t last more than a second but when you pull away Ethan’s eyes are wide and his laugh is giddy. “Nice.”

You laugh and shove him off you. “Come on, dumbass. Let’s get inside before they think we killed each other.” Ethan laughs lightly, taking your hand as you reach to open the door.

Amy and Kat are sitting on the sofa looking anxious and frustrated, respectively. You pull Ethan through the door, hands still entwined, and announce “Ethan is a fucking idiot!”

Amy gasps and points at your hands. “Did he? Did you?” She jumps from her seat and crowds you while Kathryn smirks at you over her shoulder.

You smile at Amy. “Ethan doesn’t know how to use his fucking words.” Ethan looks sheepish, agreeing with you under his breath.

“Thank God that’s over.” Kat teases, poking your side as you settle down on the couch again. “I really thought I’d have to kill him.”

“Shush! Less drama, more Disney movies.” Ethan curls up next to you as Amy presses play on the remote. Hands still entwined, you sit with Ethan and the girls until you can feel yourself drifting off again. You’d have to talk more with Ethan, about what was going to happen, but that could come later. Right now you wanted peace. And that’s what you got.

One time Fry races into his and Bender’s apartment, sneakers skidding on the floor as he runs into the bathroom, and hastily opens the door only to almost pee himself (he’s already painfully held it in for hours now) as Bender shrieks and slams the door so harshly it falls off of it’s hinges at the top.

Neither of them make a sound for a moment, and after checking that he didn’t actually pee his pants, Fry tentatively opens the door. And there is Bender, trying to struggle out of one of his spare red jackets , wearing a similar face to the one he wears when the police are about to get him. Fry knows that face to usually mean he needs to run, but he doesn’t think he needs to run right now.

Bender looks up at Fry from between the buttons (which are askew) with wide optics and his arms tangled in the red sleeves over his head. They both pause, and Fry thinks that if Bender needed to breath he would have stopped then, either out of shock or want to die of embarrassment. Fry isn’t really sure what he should be feeling in this moment, but finds himself some place in-between really really happy to find Bender in his jacket for whatever reason and really really blushy. Also he really really has to pee.

He settles for praying that his face isn’t as red as his hair and slowly walking over to the still still - Ha, still still - robot, vaguely wondering if Bender could malfunction and if he’d have to carry him somewhere to get fixed. Fry honestly couldn’t carry Bender, he’d have to call Leela, she’s probably the only one that was strong enough, her biceps are huge. Fry wishes his biceps were that huge, then he could give Bender piggy back rides and hold him in his arms. Fry shakes his head, that was beside the point, whatever the point was.

Fry coughs awkwardly, looking at the dirty shower curtain behind them - Oh, there’s the pepperoni he thought fall in the drain when he was eating pizza in the shower, he’ll have to eat that later - as he gently pulls Bender’s arms down and idly rebuttons the shirt for him. His hands end up resting on Bender’s chest, fingers pitter-pattering in a nervous and stuttered rhythm. Fry hums, this feels nice.

Fry looks up to the mirror to find Bender looking intensely at him and jumps a little, pulls his hands back to rest by his sides. Fry doesn’t really know what’s he’s doing, but he never knows what he’s doing or supposed to be doing, so he doesn’t really care anyway.

Fry bounces on the balls of his feet and watches the lines of Bender’s mouth guard move listlessly, no sound coming out, and suddenly feels an urgent need to reassure Bender that they were cool.

Fry coughs again and steps back, one hand tangling in his bright hair and the other shoved deep into his pocket, fingers playing with the lint there. He looks away from Bender,

“You can, uh,” Fry scratches his head and tries again, says too loudly and too rushed, “Feel free to keep the jacket, Bender! I have, like, twenty hundred of them, so…”

Fry trails off, thinking that was probably a good point to end the conversation. He nods to himself in congratulations, happy he didn’t say anything weird or stupid, and reaches behind himself around to open the door behind him. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, its a little lower then he’s used to with the door being off a hinge as it was, and looks over his shoulder to see Bender still has his optics locked on his. The robot still hasn’t made a sound.

“Um…” Fry’s breath catches a bit and he gives Bender a once over without thinking, eyes lingering over the way his jacket stretches over Bender’s round shoulders. They kind of makes Fry think of a trashcan, but an attractive one. Not that Bender’s a trashcan, or that Fry’s attracted to trashcans, because he’s not, Bender just- looks really good all the time. If he was a trashcan Fry’s sure he would be an attractive one, Bender could probably be an attractive anything if he tried. Again, not that Fry’s attracted to trashcans. Fry shakes his head and starts over,

“You look really good in it, too! The red really brings out your, uh, metal or something.”

Fry falters and turns back around quickly, hand rattling the doorknob, “Anyway, I’m just gonna-” he bolts before Bender can respond.

Fry groans as he runs, why did he have to go and say something weird? He was doing so good! Now he has to find somewhere else to pee before his bladder erupts.

Fry runs past the kitchen before skidding to a stop, turning around, and looks from the kitchen sink, to the direction of the bathroom, and back again… Are there laws in the future against peeing in the kitchen sink?

bittyholtz pining

“Why are you being so rude to Jack?” Bitty asked, cornering Holster in the kitchen of Jack’s apartment. They were there for the Falconers’ home opener and the “quiet gathering” Jack had planned for after had turned into a semi-kegster, sans kegs. Half the Falcs had shown up, including Mashkov, who was currently chatting with an incredibly star-struck Ransom.

Holster frowned. “Why are you avoiding him?” He shot back, only feeling slightly guilty as Bitty’s face crumpled for a split-second before returning to an annoyed purse.

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Birthday Wishes (m)

Word Count: 6,309

Warning: Taehyung Smut

“Fucking great.”

You throw the card you’d been reading down onto the round metal table before you, glancing over it once more. The picture on the front is that of a city, the name written in italic in the top right corner. She hadn’t even tried to personalize the picture for you, nor the letter that is nothing more than a bad excuse.

“Do you want another cup o’ coffee?”

You raise your head up to the server, and answer his question with a nod accompanied by a bitter smile. “Yeah.”

He looks at you with a square smile, then takes your empty cup.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I recently found your blog and I LOVE IT WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL! (I liked a lot of your posts XD) Could I request a Prompto and Fem!S/O SFW, where Prompto finds out that S/O tried to keep secret that as a child, She used to be overweighted, was friendless, and always had insecurities about her past, despite her optimism? But the S/O didn't know Prompto went through the same thing.

Oh Goodness thank you so much! When I first heard Prompto’s backstory it made be both happy and sad. I’ve had weight issues through my life, as well. Opposite of Prompto but it’s good to see that it’s addressed in media nowadays.


“Is this your little sister?” Prompto asked looking to the picture of the pigtailed little girl, trying to hide behind a book.

You moved over to the blonde, both of you were suppose to be heading out for date night with Noctis and his girlfriend, when Prompto stumbled upon a box you had just carelessly shoved into the closet when you moved into the apartment with him a few months ago.

You gasped, reaching forward, taking the picture from him. Swearing that you had burned everything from before you were 16. “No, no, I’m an only child.”

“Oh then who is that? She’s a little cutie.” Prompto beamed.

You flushed softly, moving to rip the picture in half, only to stop, “It’s…me…when I was a little girl. Well as you can see not so little.”

Prompto’s eyes widen, “That’s you?”

You flinched softly, “Yeah, I must have been 8 or 9. I was teased in primary and middle school because I was… bigger. Didn’t really have any friends, and it wasn’t like my parents helped, you know they didn’t even want a kid, so you know, go to Granny and Grandad. Who just gave me whatever I wanted.”

Prompto reached out taking your hands within in his own, as you clenched at the photo, “Sweetie…”

You let out a soft sob, “Great, now i’ve ruined my make up.” You cried playfully trying to brush away your tears. “It’s just, Prompto, I worked so hard to be who I am today. Do you know how hard it is to be a kid, a teenager and have no friends and have to force yourself on a diet, because no one was around to care or be friends with the fat kid? Because everyone made fun of the fat girl. There were so many times when I wanted to do nothing more than be like the popular girls. I would go nights without eating just so I could lose that, what my Granny called ‘Baby Fat’. You’re no longer a baby at 10, and at that point you’re just fat.”

“Sweetie.” Prompto repeated as you begun to cry hard, watching you attempt to tear the picture but stopped.

“I never had a real friend, I messed up my body so much because I tried crash diets. I just wanted to fit in. It wasn’t until I met you and the others thats I finally got friends. I just… I never wanted you to see the old me Prompto. The ugly me.”

Prompto quickly gathered you in his arms, as he heard you let out another sob, “Shh, shh, I got you Sweetie.” He replied, as you released the picture to hold onto him. “I know, sweetie believe me I know.”

You sniffled softly, “How?”

“I was the same way, I was this big kid, no friends, always alone. Than I met Noct, he’s the one who kind of got me to get my act together.”

You turned looking up to him, “What, how?”

Prompto chuckled softly, scratching his cheek, “I tripped in front of him, and while he was trying to help me up, he kind of off handly called me fat.”

You giggled weakly, nuzzling your head against Prompto’s chest, “That sounds like Noctis.”

Prompto smiled fondly at the memory, stroking your back, “You know, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

“Same for me, Prompto.” You replied, drying your face with the sleeve of your shirt.

“You ready to go meet the others?” He asked tilting your head to look up at him.

You gasped, seeing the mascara marks on your hand, and knowing that you had cried off your blush and eyeshadow, “Prompto I look like a raccoon!”

“A sexy raccoon.”

“How is that suppose to make me feel better?” You laughed, going to the bathroom to touch up.

“Because you’re my sexy raccoon.”

G dragon Scenario #59 “Bullying” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

People say that high school is one of the most amazing times in everyone’s life… obviously, those people never were in your shoes.

“Who would want to be pair with her?!” a girl says at loud, when the teacher asked for someone to work with you, and everyone started to laugh.

You were used to it by now, it was normal for them to treat you like shit… like if you don’t have feelings.

And like always, you just stayed quiet, frozen at your seat and staring at your notebook, while everyone else was enjoying your suffer.

“That’s not funny” the teacher says to the girl and all the laughs faded away, but not the stares of your classmates who were still smiling and murmuring to each other. You were sure that they were talking about how stupid you are or something in between those lines.

“So let’s see…” the teacher says looking at the list in his hands “… Ji hoon you will be with Y/N”

“Why me?!” he answers mad, and one more time, everyone around you burst laughing. You felt a hole in your heart and tears were accumulating in your eyes.

Why were you acting like this? This is not the first time that they say things like that, actually they had done worst things to you, so why are you about to cry?… you couldn’t take it anymore… you raised your hand and asked to go to the bathroom.

That few steps to the door felt like hell, you could feel all the stares over you… judging and laughing at you.

But somehow you made it without breaking into tears in the middle of the room and in front of everyone. In front of all those people who, for over a year, had made your life a nightmare. But that strength didn’t last longer, as soon as you were out you let out all your tears.

You were so immersed in your thoughts in your way to the bathroom that you didn’t even realized that someone was walking towards you… you two collided.

“Are you ok?” he asked you.

You knew him, he was Ji yong, a guy from your english class. He was a quiet guy, everyone knows him, although he never talks to anyone. He was the kind of guy who likes to be alone.

“Yeah… sorry I was just… sorry” you kept walking, a little bit faster. “Are you saying sorry for crying?”

You didn’t answer, and keep walking.

“Hey, I know we don’t know each other and that is none of my business but… whoever makes you cry doesn’t deserve it” he says, standing where you left him.

You weren’t used to that… to be treated as a person. Nobody has ever cared for you or your feelings.

“They don’t worth none of your tears”

You really hate when people see you crying. It makes you feel even more weak and vulnerable. But you couldn’t help it, as soon as he said that, it was like if he pressed an invisible button inside of you, and now you can’t stop crying.


You were shocked that he knew your name.

“Its fine…” you wiped your tears away with the sleeve “… I’m used to it now”

“Sure, so those are normal too?” he was referring to your tears.

You looked away trying to smile but nothing came out. You can’t do it.

“You don’t have to be strong with me… I know how you feel” he says, and that only makes you cry even more.

Even though he was a handsome guy, he was lonely. Ji yong doesn’t have friends, and no one ever talks to him.

“No…” you shook your head letting out the last tears in your watery eyes “… you don’t know”

Ji yong was about to answer when you interrupt him. “Is different… you choose to be alone, I didn't” saying that broke you. Is not like you just realized that people don’t like you, but it was hard to say it at loud, sharing it with other person.

It was hard to admit that you were invisible for them, and that no one cares for you.

“No…” he shook his head “… no one likes to be alone Y/N” and he, wasn’t the exception.

You didn’t say anything. What can you say after that?

“People are mean Y/N…” he caressed your arm “… but is your choice to let them get to you and hurt you”

“My choice? Really?” you said with sarcasm.


For him is easy to say, he is strong, you aren’t. He doesn’t care about what people say, you do care.

“How?” you asked him. “Easy… be your own friend, you don’t need anyone else to be happy… and if you still need someone to talk to, well, here I am”

“I thought I don’t need anyone” a hint of a smile shows on your face. “You don’t…” he laughs “… but that doesn’t mean that we cannot talk here and then”

Even if he was saying all of that because he was feeling bad for you, it felt good still.

“I will” you say. “Whenever you need me?” he asked.

“Yeah, whenever I need you”

And so you did, you always came to him whenever you felt down, and little by little you looked for him also when you felt happy. 

Ji yong became someone really important in your life. He was there whenever you needed him… you spent all your free time together, talking about all kinds of topics. You wish you could be in the same classes, but unfortunately the only class you shared with him was english, and that only was twice a week, but regardless of that, you two became really close.

And everyone at school started to notice it…

“Y/N, right?” a pretty tall girl asked you in the bathroom, while you were washing your hands. “Yeah” you said confused.

“How are you?” she has a huge smile on her face. “Good” you knew something was wrong when two more girls entered, staring at you, and walking towards you. You started to walk away but the girl stopped you in that instant. “Where are you going? I was talking to you…” her grip got tighter to the point where it started to hurt “… that was really rude”

“I have classes” you said in a whisper.

“Oh! I see…” suddenly she grabs you by your neck pushing you against the nearest wall “… I will be quick then”

“What are you…” you were scared.

“Shut your mouth! Did I say you can talk?!” she and the other girls started to laughed, making you feel really uncomfortable.

“What do you think, does Y/N thinks that she is better than us?” she asked them. “Yeah, she does” one of them answered while the other just smiled.  “I don’t know what are you talking about” you said, and then she hits you right in your nose.

“I wasn’t asking you!” she yelled at your face.

“Please I didn’t do anything…” you started to say, making her madder. “Let’s see if she still think that she is better without her pretty hair”

One of the girls gave her something.

(What?! She can’t be serious) you panic. But she was, she and the scissors in her right hand was.

“Don’t worry its hair…” she says “… it’ll grow up” she made the first cut.

Ji yong was walking down the hallway, listening music like always, when a tiny girl approached him. “Ji yong?” it was a girl from his class. “Yes?” he says.

“I think you should know this…” she told him what this girl was planning to do to you. She heard them talking about it during one of the breaks.

“Are you sure?!” he knew this girl was crazy. Ever since he rejected her back when school started.

The tiny girl nods, and Ji yong ran towards your class, just to find out you weren’t there.

He took out his phone and desperately he started to call you nonstop. After a few minutes of looking for you in the entire school, calling you all the time, he was about to give up when you finally answered.

“What do you want?” you said coldly.  “Where are you?!” from the way you answered he knew it was too late.

“Leave me alone” you were about to hang up.

“NO! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” he was really scared.

You didn’t answer. But he still can hear your breath. “Y/N please…”

“At the second floor… in the bathroom” you said, and then you hang up.

Ji yong ran like never in his life, and when he was finally there he didn’t bother or hesitated, he entered. “Y/N!…” the bathroom looks empty, but then he saw all the hair on the floor. He has tears in his eyes for how angry and sad he is.

And then he heard you sobbing “Y/N…” he says your name in a whisper. You were in the last bathroom, with the door close.

“She cut it all” you said.

He took a deep breath before he says something “She will pay for this”

Your sobs were getting louder and louder.

“Please Y/N… open the door” he asked. “No… just leave me” you didn’t want him to look at you like this.

“Y/N I won’t leave… please”

You spent ten more minutes locked up, until you gain the strength to open the door and let him see you. And when you did, he didn’t even look at your hair, he when straight and hugs you. “She will pay for this, I swear Y/N, she won’t get along with this” Ji yong was crying along with you, and then he kisses your forehead. His lips pressed softly against your skin, as his arms wrapped around you, right where your back ends. Making you feel safe.

You started to cry again, but not because you were still sad, but because of how happy you were to have him there with you.

“Lets get out of here” he took off his hoodie, and you put it on, with the cap on, to cover your head. 

You two went to the principal office and they expel her and the other girls. 

Unfortunately that wasn’t going to give you back your hair. 

After school he took you to the hairdresser, a beautiful salon. “Are you crazy?! I can’t pay for this” you said, refusing to enter.

“Don’t worry” he smiles. “What do you mean don’t worry? Are you gonna give me the money?” 


You rolled your eyes “What are we doing here then?!”

“This is the best salon in Seoul”

“Yeah…” you look at it “… I can tell, and that’s why I can’t afford it”

Then, a woman came out of it, smiling “Hi! You must be Y/N”


“Y/N this is my mom” Ji yong smiled too. “Nice to meet you ma'am”

“Come! Let’s fix the mess, honey” 

And she really mean it, and also Ji yong mean it when he said this was the best salon in the city.

You’ve never felt this pretty in your entire life.

“So… how does she looks? Isn’t  she beautiful?” he says to Ji yong after hiding you the whole time during your makeover. 

Ji yong was speechless but after a few more seconds he just said, “She always was”

anonymous asked:

I feel kind of embarrassed asking this, but I am an MJ fan and I never fully understood his vitiligo. I know he didn't bleach his skin, so how did he become lighter each era? Did he just let the vitiligo take over??

“Did he just let the vitiligo take over?”

You ask that as if vitiligo was something he could control. It was not. He had no choice but to let it take over.

How did he become lighter each era?

The vitiligo started to intensify during Thriller era (though it could be seen  during the Off The Wall era too). 

Behind the scenes of Captain EO (1985-86), he’s rehearsing without makeup and you can see huge blotches on his face (can’t find video of it rn but here’s a pic where it’s on his hands)

Then we get to Bad era (1987), and his skin got a lighter still. His vitiligo was a gradual thing, that made him lighter over time. The reason people during that time thought he “all of a sudden” got lighter is because 1) Michael never publicly said anything about his disease and 2) quite simply put, the man wore makeup to cover what would have made those people realize he had something wrong with his skin: the blotches. Also 3) though Vitiligo was attacking his face during OTW/Thriller era, it did not fully cover his entire face. But you could tell it was starting to cover his entire face in late 1984, basically when Say Say Say was being filmed (and even before Say Say Say was filmed). In fact you could tell because his makeup looked a little funny

(a.k.a. He was trying to cover the vitiligo using darker makeup—which didn’t work in the end and brings us to why he was so light-skinned in BAD (1987). It was because in BAD and Captain EO, he finally realized he could no longer use darker makeup and had to use makeup that matched his Vitiligo progression at the time).

If you’re covering up the blotches with makeup every time you’re out in public, without explaining what’s happening to you, you get what MJ got: people assuming that he either just became light-skinned out of the blue, or assuming that he bleached his skin. So between 1982 to 1987, which is 6 years of Vitiligo progression, MJ went from this

to this

Then at the VERY start of the Dangerous era (when he was still recording for the album), it progressed further. In The Dilip Mehta photoshoot (early 1991), Michael still looked like he did during Bad era.

But between the period of that photoshoot and when the video for Black or White came out (late 1991), the vitiligo progressed a LOT.

The Dilip Mehta photoshoot was done in January of 1991. The video for Black or White was shown in November of 1991 (and filmed a few months before that). That’s 9 to 10 months of Michael’s skin getting lighter because of Vitiligo. 9 to 10 months of Vitiligo further attacking his face and hands with blotches.

The rest of Michael’s Dangerous era videos were released in 1992, like Remember The Time (filmed in January of 1992; shown to the public in February of 1992). Again, that’s 3 to 4 months of the Vitiligo progressing more. 

(obviously he’s wearing makeup here, but without makeup this is what was really going on in 1992):

Essentially, I’m trying to get you to understand that Vitiligo is a progressive disease, that usually shows up in a person’s childhood as very small, unnoticeable blotches, then gradually progresses into bigger blotches and a much more noticeable and lighter complexion. And Michael was so embarrassed by this disease he had that not only did he wear makeup to cover it, but he also forever wore long sleeved shirts and long pants to hide all the blotches that were slowly but surely taking over his body.

With all that being said, what we got was his skin appearing porcelain in appearance toward the end of his life. 

So yes, he got lighter year after year after year because of the disease he had. Here’s a final look at what I’m trying to get at.

MJ in 1977:

MJ in 1987:

MJ in 1997:

MJ in 2007:

That’s 10 years in between photos and 40 years overall that Vitiligo was gradually taking over MJ’s body, turning his skin tone from brown to porcelain white (don’t get that confused with the skin tone of actual white people). 40+ Years of blocthes, various discolorations and him covering it up with makeup

Happy Valentine’s day  💫🌟💖

(me? one day late? ,,never) but ehh i wanted to spread some love for this worldwide celebration of love, so here is finally my first ff ever!!! im so grateful for all of u, you’re the best mutuals in the whole world and universe (not even being extra) i hope you know u can always hmu even if we’ve never talked, and i hope this year of 2017 is kind and fulfilling for all you<3

(this is going to be so long sorry,,)

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To the Beat of My Own Drum 3/3

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Pairings:  R27

Triggers:  N/A

Important Stuff:  N/A

Summary: Fake/Pretend Relationship AU

In which Tsuna can’t believe the hottest guy on campus agreed to the crazy plan his friends devised to get him away from his ‘ex’ (who was really a stalker) and Reborn who has no idea what to make of Tsuna and his crazy friends or why he makes a good fake boyfriend (aside from his father’s power.)

Also known as the AU were Reborn is the lonely normal one who got swept away by the insanity that is Tsuna and his friends.

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To Reborn’s surprise, the car pulled up to Tsuna’s house. He trailed after Tsuna, still holding pressure to his wound.

“So, you’re the newest stray Tsuna brought home.”

Reborn tensed, not recognizing the man. In a dirty white coat, shaggy brown hair and scruffy appearance, the man looked like the definition of shady.

“Shamal,” Tsuna said, voice tight. “Please don’t.”

Shamal waved his hand, snuffing out his cigarette. “You’re too soft, Tsuna. Let me see his wound.”

Reborn narrowed his eyes.

“Please Reborn,” Tsuna said softly. “Despite his appearance, Shamal is a doctor.”

Shamal pulled out a scalpel. “He should be use to this already.” In a quick slash, he cut away the rest of Reborn’s sleeve to examine his wound. “This is going to require stitches. Take a seat.”

There was a loud of crash. “Tsuna go take care of your troublemakers,” Shamal ordered, pushing Reborn into a seat.

Tsuna merely sighed. He gave Reborn a nod and left the room.

Reborn warily looked at the shady man that Tsuna willingly left him alone with.

Shamal on the other hand, merely snorted. “Oh don’t give me that look. Do you know how many strays Tsuna brings home that look at me with that exact look of distrust?”

That… didn't… Reborn actually didn’t know what to make of that sentence. He didn’t get a chance to ask either, when the door slammed open and Hayato came storming in.

“Reborn! That bastard got you with a knife?”

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anonymous asked:

heyy, i wondered if you would like to write a sherlock x reader imagine based on the song "fix you" by coldplay? maybe the boyfriend of the reader broke up with her and sherlock tries to comfort her. some days later he admits his feelings for her and tells her that her ex didn't deserve her and that she deserves someone better and yeahh i know the song is sad but i thought of a lot of flufff btw i love all ur works, you're amazing! <3

Hey love,

You also submitted the ask as a not anonymous, but I will just do it as the Anonymous, in case you wanted to stay this way. And thank you for the kind words.

Name: I will try to fix you
The song is HERE

“Y/N?” Sherlock runs into you in their kitchen and stops, surprised to see you at their place - especially with your eyes red. “You cried.”

“And you are a professional detective?” you snap, and he sits down by your side, leaving the empty cup on the floor. You prefer not to think about what could have been inside.

“He broke up with you,” Sherlock states and explains, before you can ask how he knew. “You are upset. It means that either you made him leave, or he broke up with you. And if you made him leave, you wouldn’t be here.”

“And why so?”

“Because you would be busy at home, trying to get rid of his stuff and not managing to let go,” Sherlock answers simply, then carefully strokes your shoulder. “I am sorry, Y/N.”

“Come on, no need to pretend that you care,” you sniff, and Sherlock gently wipes your tears with his sleeve.

“Of course, I care,” he wraps his hands around you and pulls you in a warm hug, so you press your face against his robe. It smells like burnt paper and grass, and it also is very soft - so soft, you can’t help but cry in it. Sherlock sighs and strokes your back, listening to you ramble about something he probably can’t hear, so just nods and keeps holding you so close, his curly hair gets in your eyes. “You will be alright, Y/N.”

“How do you know?”

“I am a detective. I read people,” you grin, as he chuckles and lets go of you. “And you need is a hot shower and coffee. I will do the second, while you take the shower.”

“Coffee? No eyes inside?”

“I will do my best,” he smiles softly, showing exceptional understanding of what you need after a break-up. “So hurry up.”

You spent the following week at Sherlock’s place; fortunately, John was away for a month, and you could take his bed. Every morning you helped Sherlock with his work (basically, stopping him from yelling at the stupid people), and he paid you back by trying to be softer with you. Sometimes it worked.

“Hey,” Sherlock hands you a cup of tea and sits by your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” you shrug your shoulders.

“I wanted to say,” he softly touches your shoulder. “He didn’t deserve you.”

“You keep saying that, and someone may believe you that I actually deserve something good in my life,” Sherlock frowns.

“Y/N,” he inhales slowly, taking your hand and looking you in the eye. “Y/N, I would like for you to know… I like you.”

“I like you too, Sherlock, but that does not mean I can be someone else’s romantic interest,” he rolls his eyes. “What?”

“Do not be stupid, Y/N,” he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, so you can see the sparks in his eyes. “I like you.”

“Like… Like like me?” he nods quickly, his curls shaking funnily. “Why?”

“I simply want to try to fix you… and give you home, and just make sure that you are happy, and don’t cry in the night because I can hear that, and it is very annoying,” Sherlock rambles about how much he hates to see you sad.

“Sherlock,” you stop him finally. “Sherlock, stop,” he looks away, obviously ashamed of letting his feelings take the best of him. “Yes, I will date you.”


“I like you too, Sherlock,” you explain quietly, and he shines a smile at you. “You can be very sweet when you want to be.”

“I know, John told me I should be softer,” Sherlock admits, slowly pulling you closer and sliding his palm up your arm and shoulder to gently take your face. “I just want to see you smile again.”

“Yes, sir,” you can’t help but smile at him, but the effect is rather obvious - Sherlock murmurs something about you being so hard to understand and pulls you in a soft kiss, wrapping both hands around your shoulders and not letting go of you until you both are out of air.

Part 1: This Summer, Let’s Enjoy the Yukata: How to Choose and Wear a Yukata! A Yukata Date with A 2.5D Actor

Part 2 is here → Ueno Park Date in a Yukata!

2.5D Actor’s First Time Shopping for Yukata…So, a Yukata Date Scenario in Ueno!

Kondou Shouri is active in various 2.5D stageplays, and one of it is this September’s Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!! The Summer of Evolution. This summer, we went with Kondou-san to a men’s yukata shop to get his own yukata. After that, with Kondou-san’s unusual suggestion, a hypothetical date at Ueno Park. Well then, please enjoy the shopping and date!

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Natza Drabble - Mirror Image
  • Natsu: Don't you got Wendy or Lucy for this kind of thing? *grunts as he tries to follow her directions*
  • Erza: Maybe~. But I only needed a little help with the back. The girls would've wanted to help with my hair, makeup, and other things, and I just... *sigh* I'm not up to doing all of that. I'm still really sore. >.>
  • Natsu: Yeah... I can appreciate that. We probably should have waited another week before throwin' a big bash. *I* can't even muster up my usual energy. >__>
  • Erza: *as Natsu finishes buttoning up the back of her dress, she turns around in the mirror to inspect his handiwork; she nods appreciatively, as that seems good enough for her*
  • Natsu: ... Weird how we both got casts for our arms. It's like we mirror each other! ^___^
  • Erza: *turns her head back to face him and gives a closed eyes smile* Not quite. My mother broke my left arm, while you broke your right. It'd be a "mirror" if we both broke the same arm.
  • Natsu: >__> Details, details.
  • Erza: *chuckles* Anyway... Your turn, now~.
  • Natsu: 0.0 Whaaat?! Why can't I go dressed like this?!
  • Erza: Because we're celebrating our hardest won victory. If I can manage to get dressed up even this much, then you can, too.
  • Natsu: >__> Don't wanna.
  • Erza: Natsu. -_-*
  • Natsu: Fiiine. I'll wear a damn tux.
  • Erza: I'll help you~. Then you can be my date.
  • Natsu: I didn't know this was a fancy-shmancy ball thing. I thought this was just a thing we threw together after a "week of rest". >.>
  • Erza: Maybe it is, but I'd still be honored if you accompanied me~.
  • Natsu: ... Crime Sorciere not comin'?
  • Erza: *shakes her head* They're technically still fugitives, so no. Even if they could, this is more of a... Fairy Tail celebration. There'll be time for celebrating with our allies later, but for now, this is for... us.
  • Natsu: ...
  • Erza: C'mon, we don't have much time. Strip down~...
  • Natsu: *snicker* Gotta say, you're the first girl who's asked for that~.
  • Erza: *flushes a deep red and looks away bashfully* W-W-Well...
  • Natsu: *sticks out his tongue* You know I'm kiddin', right? We've taken baths together, I don't care if you see me naked. I mean, I just helped you, so it's only fair... right?
  • Erza: >__< What were you kidding about? That you're really okay with it, or that I was the "first" girl to ask this of you?
  • Natsu: Uh...
  • Erza: WHO WAS IT?! MIRA? CANA?
  • Natsu: ^^; C-Calm down, you really were the first to ask that. You really think I'd jerk off in front of other girls? >.>
  • Erza: You're the one that walks into the girls' side of the bathhouse so carefree, you tell me. >.>
  • Natsu: You called me in there!
  • Erza: ... Touché.
  • Natsu: L-Look, let's just get this done and go to the party, okay? ^^;
  • Erza: *gleam in her eye* Let's~.
  • Natsu: *shimmies out of his pants, and he's not too surprised Erza's already got his vest off as she slides his arm into the sleeve of a dress shirt* I don't think I've met a grabbier girl...
  • Erza: It's called skinship~. And I don't see you complaining~. ^.^
  • Natsu: ... Touché.

akiirakuruusus  asked:

if you ever get around to writing that a/b/o verse for ryder and reyes, don't think about scott telling reyes that he smells like home ;)

The moments that Reyes actually gets to have Scott in his space, let alone on the same planet, are far and in between. For all his avarice, he won’t begrudge the rest of the cluster their Pathfinder just so long as he remains the harbor that the man never fails to return to.

He had grown far too used to how Scott slots in against him, each kiss far gentler than anything Reyes has the right to put a claim. Even when Scott trailed off in the middle of a retelling of his fairly madcap time on Elaaden, breath evening out as long lashes flutter, Reyes can’t even find it in himself to be disappointed.

Not that he wasn’t when morning comes without Scott still tucked against his side. What comes when he sits up in bed to discover the man in question rifling through the case at the bottom of his bed is a good deal harder to place. None of it is a sensation he ever thought he would have to cope with when it came to this man.

“I don’t remember forgetting to lock that.” He arched a brow when Scott’s head snapped up, doing his best not to be phased by the wide eyed panic in the other man’s face. 

“You did. I mean…” Scott held up his hands, swallowing hard. “This isn’t what it looks like?”

“Then what is it?” Reyes asked, barely able to stop it from being an outright demand. He had been through similar situations a time or two before, but none of those people had found their way in as thoroughly as Ryder had. He didn’t know how to seal off against this kind of hurt, let alone piece together the proper mask.

“It’s gonna sound stupid.” Scott scrubbed a hand across his face. “You’re doing important work here. It’s not like I can smuggle you aboard the Tempest whenever I chose. But I can…uh…take a part of you with…me?”

Reyes’ brow furrowed, only to have a burst of laughter tear free when he saw what was being clutched in the man’s hands. “You’re after my clothes?” he said.

Scott set his head high, eyes firm even with the flush creeping up his neck. “It’s your scent I’m after,” he said. “You… You smell like home, alright?”

Reyes could all but feel the way his throat constricted at that, hands reaching out with any real purpose. A strangled sound managed to work itself free when Scott caught one to press a kiss to the palm, of all things. “You are impossible,” he bit out.

“True.” Scott eased up onto the bed, shirt forgotten on the floor as he leaned into Reyes’ touch. “But I’m yours.”


The shirt that Scott wore back to the Tempest almost certainly wasn’t his, let alone the vest. That the collar slung low enough to show the edges of some impressively deep love bites was enough to sent Cora to scoffing while Lexi looked over her array of topical lotions.

At least no one had the heart to tease their Pathfinder for how he kept sniffing at the sleeves whenever he thought no one would notice.

amymel86  asked:

Oooh for your ficlet prompt thingy... Jon really didn't appreciate his job at the costume hire shop until that one particular Saturday. Jon x Sansa please!!! Xxxx

A/N: thanks to @zip00198704, @greengableslover, @bluecichlid, and others for ideas of “kick-ass women in dresses”! Part of the inspiration for this fic comes from Sophie’s quote about rooting for “girls in dresses who are intellectually very strong”.

Also @lathwell55 this got a little bit away from me, hope you don’t mind! :)


Jon really didn’t appreciate his job at the costume hire shop until that one particular Saturday. 

The job was fine, as far as it went, but he didn’t exactly have a golden tongue when it came to the customers. Jon usually breathed a sigh of relief when the street lamps came on and he could flip the cardboard sign on the door from Open to Closed.

But his night had just gotten a whole lot better, and more nerve-wracking, because Sansa Stark was fidgeting in front of the counter – gorgeous, sweet Sansa Stark, whom he’d always admired from a distance, and who was, miraculously, his chemistry partner this semester. Thank goodness she didn’t hold that Bunsen burner incident against him.

And since she was kind enough to drive him home after class, he’d also been able to help her through the breakup that past February with Joffrey. It had been tough. The Baratheons were a powerful family, and Joffrey had done everything he could to “make Sansa regret being a stuck-up bitch.” Sansa, naturally, held her chin high and glided past him in the hallways, and ultimately, the breakup blew over.

Jon had one indelible memory from that cold month –holding Sansa when she suddenly broke down and cried in the car after a particularly rough day of Joffrey’s mocking. She’d tried to apologize for ruining his shirt. He’d simply held her against his chest until her sobs lessened and ceased.

“It’s hard, to pretend to be so strong,” she’d said. “To keep up the front.” She looked up at Jon briefly with red-rimmed eyes. “Thank you for keeping my secret.”

Always, he’d wanted to tell her, but his heart was in his throat, so he’d only nodded. She’d pressed her hand briefly to his chest before saying goodbye. He’d almost stumbled getting out of the car, and spent a sleepless night dwelling on the softness of her hair.

But it was only one moment, nothing more. He didn’t want to be a rebound guy. And more importantly, he valued their friendship. He could be content with the way she nudged him in class when his eyes started to close, or the code names they’d invented for Professor Luwin as he droned on about catalysts and precipitates. She never mentioned that night in the car again, and he didn’t press her about it.

He only got to be near her for an hour every day, and that was enough for h–

“Jon, um, am I bothering you? You’re still open, right?” Sansa was biting her lip, and Jon could have kicked himself. Damnit Snow, she’s going to think she’s annoying you.

“Yes, sorry, Sansa, we are, how can I help you?” Could he sound more like an employee at a fast food chain? What was wrong with him?

Sansa smiled. “I hope so. Marg is throwing a costume party, a ‘badass women’ bash, and I know…I’m supposed to want a Black Widow costume, or some sort of armor, to really be ‘on theme’, but I just don’t feel like that’s me, and I don’t think you need to wear armor to be strong, you can kick ass in a dress, you know?”

Thank god, a topic he could actually talk about, he thought.  “Yeah you definitely don’t, I mean there are a million examples of strong women in dresses, like Arwen and Galadriel from Lord of the Rings and Eowyn who was a shieldmaiden of Rohan and–“

You’re babbling, you dork, stop it! Since when do you babble?

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