i finally got to hold her

kilshade  asked:

dialogue: “Give it to me.” “Only if you promise not to kill anyone with it.”

“SIR!” Aja bellowed. “STOP THAT!” She jumped again and hissed at Aric. 

He glared down at her. “It’s against regulation, Rookie.”

“IT’S MINE!”

“DAMMIT YETTER, YOU KNOW THAT THESE DAGGERS ARE NOT TO BE USED FOR COOKING! THEY’RE COMBAT USE ONLY!”

“THERE’S NO CLEAN KNIFE! DO YOUR DAMN DISHES!”

Aric continued holding the knife out of her reach. “I DO!”

“GIVE. IT. TO. ME.” She lept with each word and finally got her hand around his arm.

He was going to be forced to release it. “Fine. Just promise not to kill anyone with it.” Aric realized his mistake. It was one of her stealth daggers, obviously she was going to kill people with it.

“Yes, Sir, no killing with this knife, Sir.” Aja smiled smugly up at him. “Only for cutting sandwiches, Sir.”

“You know what I meant.”

Went and saw Beauty and the Beast, and I just had to share my experience because it was so pure?

So, like, I get into the theater, find myself a nice spot smack dab midscreen, which is WAY EASIER without thirty people traipsing in behind you in a group, lemme tell you, and I’m just sitting there, by my lonesome, scrolling tumblr and watching whatever weird stuff they’ve got on screen, and a family comes to sit in my row, which was the only empty one not right in front of the screen. Sat down what I thought was a seat away from me until I saw a little girl in an adorable ass red dress climbing over mom and dad to sit next to me. 

Totally fine. I was just off of center and they got to sit right in the middle of the screen, and when she finally gets settled this little girl looks up at me, with a soda half her size in one hand, and somehow both popcorn and candy in her tiny little lap, and she stage whispers to her mom:

“She’s by herself!”

Mom looks embarrassed, but I smile and wave off the apology. 

I go back to my phone, only to realize someone is tugging at my sleeve. Little girl looks up at me, all wide eyes and curiosity, and holds out a napkin filled with popcorn and chocolate. Like, I remember being a kid, and I remember how important candy and popcorn at the theater are, and I think she thought she was saving my life by offering this sustenance.

I almost fucking cried guys, kids are the best.

So I take it and thank her and let her talk my ear off for a few minutes until she needs a drink because she has been talking SO MUCH her mouth is dry. This kid is going places, guys, I’m telling you right now, because she picked up that cup the size of her torso like a champ and angled the straw just right and continued to try to talk to me around her gulps.

While this is happening, on the other side of me another mom and daughter sat down, and, turns out, the girls know each other. I’m guessing, based on the gumption of Red Dress, that they probably met in the lobby before they went into the theater. 

Girl number 2, I’ll call her Princess Dress, because it was a fantastic dress and when I told her so she proceeded to point to every princess along the neck and name them and give me their Stats, proceeds to have a conversation across me with Red Dress.

Both sets of parents were looking like they wanted to bury their heads in their hands, but I was having a blast.

Anyway, eventually lights go down, we get into the movie, and for the most part Red and Princess were content, although every so often Red made sure to pass me a handful of sticky half-melted chocolate. 

Watching a live action version of a movie that I watched for the first time when I was their age was a fuckin’ trip, man. Like. I got super emotional over things I didn’t expect to, and during the wolf scenes I was actually mildly distressed, because Princess was gripping the hand rest so hard on my right I thought she was gonna break it. Any scene I laughed or snorted at got a peal of laughter from my two new best friends, so hopefully no one has to go home and explain why I nearly snorted out my drink during “Be Our Guest” when they went for a visual gag for “After all miss, this is France!”.

During the ballroom scene, Red turned to her mom and whispered “The Beast is handsome!” and it took so much for me not to lean over and whisper back “Girl same.”

But my favorite, MY VERY FAVORITE part of this whole experience was when Gaston shot the Beast - FOR THE THIRD TIME HOLY HELL I KNEW IT WAS DARK BUT GODDAMN THIS IS A KIDS MOVIE ISN’T IT - Red patted my arm because yeah, okay, I was maybe crying a little, look, I know what happens but the movie made me feel things okay. Anyway, she like, pushes herself up in her seat and leans in close and she goes “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

The point is, children are so pure, and everyone should always watch movies with strangers.

What I need for Lena in S3 and/or end of S2 now that we know she is coming back

1. More Lena and Kara scenes in general 

2. Lena actually getting thanked for all the badass stuff she’s done

3. Kara revealing herself as Supergirl to Lena. I mean, we ALL know that Miss “Well that’s lucky” knows based on her smug ass smiles and remarks but still I WANT THIS SCENE

4. Lena joining the Superfriends and the DEO. Like Lena and Winn working together with the DEO and L-Corp’s resources to make badass modifications to Kara’s suit, Alex’s arsenal, etc…

5. Lena saving Supergirl, preferably with an awesome weapon because Katie is so badass with them

6. A Lena/Alex friendship

7. Lena being invited to Thanksgiving so she doesn’t have to spend it alone in her office again. Eliza loves having more kids to celebrate with and gives Lena a hug and piles food on her plate because she knows as CEO with her long hours she doesn’t eat enough. Then Eliza gets on to Kara for not taking Lena enough food during the work week. OR Kara bringing Lena leftovers and they chill while eating them

8. I want to actually see Kara and Lena’s lunch outings

9. More couch scenes between Lena and Kara. Doesn’t have to be in Lena’s office. They could totally share some donuts on Kara’s couch as they laugh about the latest villain they crushed with their awesome team work

10. Lena being accepted publicly because L-Corp is finally ridding itself of Lex’s negativity

11. I NEED JESS BACK AND NEED LENA AND HER INTERACTING

12. Lena and Maggie sitting in a booth watching Kara and Alex “play” pool - each wondering how they got so lucky to fall in love with these dorks

13. A Lena/Winn friendship where they argue about geek stuff constantly

14. At least one more instance of Supergirl carrying Lena bridal style (or some other way - I ain’t picky)

15. LENA IN CASUAL CLOTHES

16. More conflict between Lena and her mother (just because I love Brenda Strong and her scenes with Katie are awesome)

17. More Lena backstory

18. Lena getting to go with Supergirl on a crossover episode

19. Lena finally getting to hold a press conference for a good cause without things going to shit

20. MORE OF LENA TELLING KARA SHE IS HER HERO AND THEM BELIEVING IN ONE ANOTHER

I’m sure there is tons more but the moral of this post is MORE LENA!!!

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ!


      PREGNANCY -

❝ We’re going to be parents! ❞
❝ Did you feel him/her/them kick!? ❞
❝ Do you want to feel the baby? ❞
❝ I’m pregnant…and it’s yours. ❞
❝ Do you think I’ll make a good mother/father? ❞
❝ What are you hoping for? ❞
❝ I feel so nauseous today… ❞
❝ What should we name him/her/them? ❞
❝ How many diapers do you think we’ll need? ❞
❝ You’re crying over a puppy? ❞
❝ Is just strawberry okay? They didn’t have strawberries and cream. ❞
❝ I’ve read this book four times I’m basically an expert by now. ❞
❝ Boy or girl? ❞
❝ Wait, do we have everything on this list I found? ❞
❝ Can you put the crib together? I’m so tired. ❞
❝ This kid can come out anytime it’s ready. ❞      
❝ You’re glowing. ❞
❝ How far along are you? ❞
❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞
❝ Hospital. Now! ❞
❝ I think that was a contraction… ❞
❝ The due date’s not until next week! ❞

     NEW BABY -

❝ S/He’s your kid before five in the morning. ❞
❝ We need to go on a diaper run again. ❞
❝ We’re out of formula–where’s the other can!? ❞
❝ Ugh, s/he spit up on my good shirt! ❞
❝ S/he won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do. ❞        
❝ Please take him/her, I’m going to go crazy with the screaming. ❞
❝ Is it even possible for a baby to scream so much!? ❞
❝ Should they be breathing like that? ❞
❝ I need to go check on the baby. ❞    
❝ If you never put him/her down you’ll spoil him/her. ❞
❝ Daddy/Mommy’s little girl/boy! ❞
❝ Good morning, little spawn of Satan! ❞
❝ Shhh, they’re finally asleep.  ❞    
❝ Dammit, I just got them to sleep! ❞
❝ Be careful, s/he’s a hair puller…. ❞
❝ Where’s the pacifier!? ❞
❝ I can’t find his/her blanket, please help me. ❞    
❝ I’ve been up since four this morning, it’s your turn. ❞
❝ I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious. ❞
❝ Stroller, diaper bag, playpen, blanket, bottles, what else do we need before we go to your parents? ❞
❝ A babysitter!? Are you insane!? ❞    
❝ You’re going to spoil them. ❞    
❝ We can’t go out with the baby, that’s just asking for trouble. ❞
❝ Baby’s awake… ❞
❝ S/he’s so precious…. ❞
❝ This is our son/daughter…. ❞
❝ We make damn beautiful babies. ❞
❝ Look at his/her little feet… ❞
❝ S/he has your eyes. ❞
❝ Do not dress him/her in that! ❞    
❝ Be careful with him/her! ❞
❝ Did you remember to pack his/her toy? ❞
❝ His/her first tooth came in today. Already bit me.❞
❝ Did you hear that? That was a cough.❞           

        CHILDREN -

❝ The kids won’t stop fighting. ❞
❝ We should have another. ❞
❝ Stop giving them dessert before dinner! ❞
❝ You’re going to spoil them rotten… ❞
❝ You need to learn not to fall for the puppy dog eyes.  ❞
❝ I just love them so much!? ❞    
❝ How are we going to break the news to them that they’re getting a brother/sister? ❞
❝ Their screaming woke the baby… ❞    
❝ I’m a horrible mother/father… ❞
❝ How can you make the baby hush and I can’t? ❞
❝ Was that a word!? ❞
❝ His/her first word better not be a damn cuss word! ❞    
❝ You look exhausted. ❞
❝ First steps! First steps! ❞
❝ Watch, s/he can roll over now! ❞
❝ I don’t want anyone else watching our baby/children. ❞    
❝ They totally wanted to build the pillow fort, not me. ❞
❝ Can you manage dropping them off? ❞
❝ Damn terrible twos, right? ❞
❝ How did they outgrow their clothes so fast!? ❞   
❝ I think we make damn good parents. ❞
❝ Why are both you and the baby crying? ❞
❝ Here, I’ll watch him/her, you go relax. ❞
❝ I haven’t been able to put her/him down all morning/day/night. ❞    
❝ S/he doesn’t want me, s/he wants you! ❞
❝ S/he just ran into the coffee table, don’t worry. ❞
❝ Stop fighting with me in front of the kid/s! ❞
❝ We shouldn’t have dressed the twins in matching outfits… ❞    
❝ Can I hold him/her? ❞
❝ S/he has separation anxiety because you never put them down! ❞
❝ My mother always hoped my kids would end up like me…I’m so sorry. ❞
❝ I wouldn’t let them do ____, so they started crying. ❞  
❝ Oh, s/he’s just a little angel! ❞
❝ Hello, little one! ❞
❝ I can babysit if you’d like. ❞
❝ Guess who broke your favorite ____. ❞  
❝ Finally got him/her/them to sleep. ❞
❝ It’s your turn to put him/her/them to bed. ❞
❝ I hate bath time. ❞
❝ Can you help me with the kids for five goddamn minutes!? ❞
 
❝ I think ____ is jealous of the baby. ❞
❝ ___ just hit ___, can you do something!? ❞
❝ Is locking kids in the basement against the law!? ❞
❝ They’re cute when they’re quiet. ❞
❝ Maybe taking them to the park will let out all their energy. ❞
❝ _____ colored on the walls today… ❞
❝ Look at the mess they made again… ❞      
                     

thewitchofthewylds  asked:

How did Rosethorn and Lark get together, and how long have they been together?

A lot of you are asking variations on this question, so I’ll answer the first one I received!

A coughing sickness broke out in the Mire, and the people who were taking care of the sick were overwhelmed. Lark was living there at the time, and she came to help. She got sick.  

Rosethorn came to do medicines and noticed her. Even though Lark was sick, she would do her best to tumble for the children who were sick, until she wasn’t able to any more. Rosethorn liked her. She’d look in on her when Lark was in bed, and bring Lark’s share of medicine. She could feel the pull of Lark’s magic, and as Lark began to mend, Rosethorn asked if Lark had ever been examined for magic. Lark laughed and told her not to be ridiculous.

One day, Rosethorn came and Lark was gone. The caretakers told Rosethorn that Lark had felt well enough to go home. Rosethorn got a little panicky and asked where home was, and then went hunting for Lark. She finally found her in this dreadful little room, and the door was open. She was about to go in, but as she looked inside, Lark was holding her hand over a blanket on the chair and the threads were coming out of the blanket and rising up to wrap around her hand.

Rosethorn asked her again why she never studied magic, and Lark said “I couldn’t afford it.” And Rosethorn said, “Well, you can now.” 

They’ve been together seven or eight years by now, I think.

I knew loving you was wrong. I tried my best to ignore it and fall. And though it took some time, I did. I fell for you but you never fell for me. And when the day came where I had to wake up and realize I have to find someone else, you fell for me. You fell for me when you realized I was moving on. You fell for me when my heart couldn’t take loving you anymore. You fell for me when you saw me hold her hand and treat her like the goddess she is. It enraged you, seeing me with another girl. A girl who loved me just as much as I loved her. But you finally realized how I felt. You got the same feeling I got when I saw you with him. You understood the heartbreak that I had. You finally understood the pain I went through and when you tried to apologize, I didn’t accept. Because “I’m sorry” is not gonna heal my heart and erase the bad memory but if I’m lucky, maybe time will.
—  quotes-134 
SU Theory: The Use Of Feeling Blue? - Their Use *IS*Feeling Blue!!

I’m going to start off by saying this is going to sound absolutely insane, but please please hear me out until the end. 

That Will Be All starts things off by revealing Blue Diamond, immediately shown crying over the loss of Pink Diamond. 

Now that is one stark contrast from what we originally saw of her back in The Answer

She was hardened then, willing to shatter a gem, even if that gem saved the life of a valued member of her court. Imagine disregarding a selfless act like that? That is ice cold.

But now, she’s broken. Thousands of years later, we learn, after having a taste of her own medicine, that all she does is spend time going back and forth between the Earth and the Zoo.

She abandons her post so much that Yellow had to come check on the zoo to catch her there again, and starts to sing a song to try to make her feel better.

It’s pretty clear that Blue is content mourning Pink forever, even willing to abandon her position as leader to do it. That’s some serious regret. 

And when Yellow suggests forgetting about Pink?

Nah. That’s not happening. It’s pretty clear Blue is having serious trouble letting go of the past. She seems to desperately want a do-over.

We’ve seen this character dynamic before.

I suspect the color parallels between Greg/Pearl and Yellow/Blue Diamond in Mr. Greg and this episode are foreshadowing.

Greg is Yellow, and Pearl is Blue. Pearl was unable to let go of the past, unable to get over losing Rose. Blue Diamond can’t accept having lost Pink. Even the names of their lost loved ones is the same name in different languages, it can’t get much more in your face than that really. They even fucking color coded it for us.

Greg helped Pearl move on after having been considered an enemy by Pearl for ages. Yellow Diamond is shown consistently trying to help Blue, doing anything in her power to do so, despite Blue’s clear disdain of Yellow’s efforts. 

But that’s where the similarities end, after that we end up with some interesting contrasts:

In Mr Greg, Steven was singing them a song that reminded them they’re all family, and how they needed someone who knew what they’re going through.

But in That Will Be All?

There’s empathy in the song, sure, Yellow understands Blue’s pain, but 

She’s lying to herself. She hasn’t moved on at all. Her repeating of the question ”What’s the use of feeling?” at the end implies she curses her own emotions for being so hard to repress. That’s why she wants to destroy the planet and forget about Pink altogether. They’re not talking anything out, Yellow is trying to push Blue along. Push herself along. She grasps the railing turning away from Blue Diamond as though in shame, here she was claiming to be above it all yet the moment she lets herself remember just a bit, she deteriorates. As though it’s the first time she’s allowing herself to feel anything about Pink’s death in thousands of years.

So the difference is, Steven’s song was about getting closure, while Yellow’s is more about repressing and damning the emotions that she can’t resolve. She was just projecting onto Blue.

That’s not all though. 

Greg was able to heal part of the pain of losing Rose by raising Steven, by telling him about his mom, by re-living his memories of his dead wifu with his son. What i mean is, having his son there to share in the pain of missing Rose helped a lot. Helps both of them a lot.

And as for Pearl, whenever she needed to, she could bring up a hologram of Rose and literally re-live her PTSD memories ad nauseum to get them all out of her system. In a way, she did get her do-over. She, at the very least, got to work out how to say goodbye, so that by the time she and Greg squashed the beef, she was ready and could finally move on to Mystery Girl.

But with the Diamonds? it’s a much more tragic picture. Yellow is in denial and wants to rush through/repress her pain and destroy the things that remind her of her loss. She refuses to face it. Blue on the other hand just can’t stop facing it. Not until she gets some sort of closure like Pearl. But that’s impossible, right?

I thought so too, until I heard this line;

WHAT!?

Hold the fuck up. Employ????? Blue wants to employ the Rose Quartz line? 

ALL OF THEM!??

Why?!?  Welp, hold on to your butts;

Yellow Diamond sings two pertinent verses: 

“Why would you want to employ her
Subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly
Zoo? Oh, tell me
What’s the use of feeling, Blue?“

and

“An army has a use
They can go and fight a war
A Sapphire has a use
She can tell you what it’s for
An Agate terrifies
A Lapis terraforms“

Yellow is juxtaposing the use of the Rose Quartz gems, as well as other gems in their society, with the use of emotions. What has Steven Universe been teaching us this whole time about emotions? What can they help you do? 

Heal. 

What else have we seen that heals things? 

Tears.

Blue claims she wants to go to Earth to preserve specimens. 

But what if she’s looking for her do-over instead? What if her regret and depression are so deep, they’ve driven her to want to go down to Earth to find Pink’s shards and have the Rose Quartz line, the entire line, cry on them? 

BONUS:

Whatever happens, the Rose Quartz line’s healing tears can be used to fix other huge, previously unsolvable problems:

HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!

[Well not anymore since we’re approaching 200 somehow, but you get the drill.
Anyways, thanks for 100 followers! Here’s some Paladin centric HCs for you guys!]

★ Keith convinced Pidge to try on Allura’s crown while she wasn’t paying attention

  • It got stuck on her head and they panicked and tried to cut it off with Keith’s sword

★ The “””Bonding Moment””” is a meme forever engrained in paladin history

★ Pidge voice: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a lion should be able to fly

  • Lance, sliding across a table towards Keith: So, ya like jazz?

★ Everyone has seen high school musical so whenever they form Voltron, they scream the chant

★ Lance convinced everyone to do facemasks as a bonding exercise

★ Alteans never grow hair anywhere besides their head and face

  • Lance remembered all the time he’s spent shaving and cried

★ It’s an ongoing joke to lean towards Keith at random times to see if he’s turning purple yet

★ Shiro found a space Sephora in another space mall and broke down in tears while Keith just patted his back awkwardly

  • “Listen, I know it’s been a while, but people are staring. Shiro, get up, you’re the black paladin omg”

★ It’s a regular thing for Hunk to just carry another paladin around

Hunk voice: It’s a castle, it’s a ship, it’s a castle ship!

★ Pidge, Coran and Hunk upgraded the Gladiators to be more challenging and unpredictable, but in the end almost ended up killing everyone

  • Allura and Lance ended up taking them out

★ They all changed outfits once out of boredom

★ Shiro found a group chat setting in the lions, and just sent a shit ton of lenny faces

★ Shiro knows for a fact that Keith has been pining over Lance since before all this Voltron Nonsense, and proceeds to be the annoying brother Keith wished he never had

  • Shiro, thirsty for gossip and enjoys making his brother suffer: So what’d say to him once you saw him for the first time since the Garrison
  • Keith, already planning ways he can kill himself: I pretended i didn’t know him
  • Shiro, spitting out his nunvil: yoU DID W H A T

★ Coran’s mustache got cut off once, and everyone was horrified.

  • It??? Grew back in a day though????

★ Pidge climbs onto the nearest person when she gets scared

Lance voice: We are Voltron bum ba dum bum bum bum bum

★ Coran is the one to insist he doesn’t have a favorite, but everyone knows it’s Lance

★ The paladins tried to find out if Shiro wore eyeliner or not

  • They camped out in the rafters, courtesy of Pidge, with motion detectors in Shiro’s room and cameras in every bathroom
  • They didn’t get their answer, and Keith fell out the rafters

★ Hunk: Gee, it sure seems like updog in here

  • Lance: Hunk no
  • Coran: What??
  • Hunk: Y’now updog
  • Allura: What??? Is updog???
  • Hunk is too busy screaming to answer, and Lance is done

★ Kaltnecker is still around and scares the crap out of the paladins

  • Lance, jumping five feet into the air: hOLY COW
  • Hunk, Pidge and Keith: ( ° ʖ °)
  • Lance: NO

★ Everyone has a group chat where the scream about Klance

★ Coran and Shiro scream the most since Keith and Lance respectively go to them more often

★ They quietly whisper right hand man whenever Allura shows up in her battlesuit

★ Alteans can glow and nobody finds out until the castle has a blackout and the paladins are shook

  • Lance: i toLD YOU GUYS THIS CASTLE WAS HAUNTED
  • Coran: Worry not paladins! We’ve got the situation under control
  • **Allura and Coran begin glowing**
  • Pidge, quietly underneath her breath: yo wtf

★ The paladins find out they can have elemental powers and proceed to freak the fuck out

  • Lance: WHAT IF KEITH LIGHTS ME ON F I R E
  • Keith: WHAT IF YOU DROWN US
  • Pidge: I am the Lorax i speak for the trees
  • Hunk: I can be friends with the Balmera!
  • Shiro: I can finally fly away from all my problems

★ They all unlock them in different ways

  • Keithy-boi accidentally lights his pillow on fire because he was thinking about Lance
  • Somebody makes the mistake of pissing off Hunk and a rock goes flying towards them
  • Shiro was finally chilling until Lance started screaming that he was floating
  • Pidge got really frustrated about an invention while they were on another planet and a bunch of trees surrounded her
  • Last but not least, Lance got super homesick at one point and all the sudden all the waters on the planet started rising

Allura, sitting at a table, eyebrows pinched in thought: What the quiznak is a peanut?

Paladins, pouring nunvil into tiny cups: SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS

★ Hunk has blackmail on everyone, but will only use it if he deems it completely necessary

★ Nobody ever lets Pidge curse and she is Tired™

★ On several occasions have the Green and Yellow lion had to save their paladins from doing something stupid in the name of science

★ Everyone tried to make lightsabers

  • They were in space so why not??
  • They cut off Coran’s mustache again

★ They went to a planet and drank something?? They next thing they knew is that they were in the castle, Hunk suddenly had longer hair, Pidge’s glasses were gone and that Keith and Lance had strangely similar rings

★ Lance made everyone matching letterman jackets

  • Coran and Shiro teared up

★ Pidge and Hunk made Lance a camera and he screamed

★ Existential crises become a normal thing

  • Shiro, suddenly pausing his training: We’re just fucking power rangers
  • Hunk, dropping Pidge who he was carrying: Oh my god—to Allura and Coran we are the aliens
  • Keith, stopping in the middle of an argument: My entire life, i wondered if aliens were real while i was an alien

★ Everyone assumes its Hunk who doesn’t curse, but it’s actually Lance

★ “How many episodes of Steven Universe have we missed oh my god”

Allura, who just found this out about balloons from Shiro: Ah, Pidge! how exactly does one get square balloons?

  • Pidge, finally seizing her chance: You blow square breaths
  • Allura, holding one finger up: (ό‿ὸ)ノ w h a t

★ Hunk remembered they disappeared before he got to see Moana and just laid down on the floor for several hours

  • Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is basically his dad meaning Hunk missed his dad’s disney movie.

★ They accidentally stole a Yupper that was owned by Prince Lotor

Shortly after forming Voltron: What in formation?

★ Hunk has made a mental note of how many times he’s been right about people not being trustworthy

  • It’s 157

Shiro at one point: jeez we need an adult

  • Shiro, this time horrified: wait i am the adult

★ “It’s not gay if it’s in space.” “Actually the moon is a lesbian, so it is gay. check and mate, Lance.”

Pidge, aggressively: kISS KISS FALL IN SPACE YOU LOSERS

★ They programmed the castle to play the wii music, and Shiro nearly went on a rampage

★ Lance actually ended up knitting all the arusians sweaters

★ “We are beauty, we are grace, we are just gays lost in space” “Shiro liKES MEMES?”

★ Aliens are lowkey terrified of humans now

  • “The black paladin got his arm ripped off and managed to escape the galra? Count me out

★ “Wait, Voltron is just five lions stacked on top of each other omg this is wild”

★ The castle is actually haunted somewhat

  • Nobody knows by who, but they know weird shit is always going on

★ “Who you gonna call?” “VOLTRON”

★ They’re so confused on why Allura and Coran have british accents

  • We’re in space???this makes no sense????

★ Hunk tells Coran he’s helping him cook but really he’s making sure everything is safe for human consumption

★ Lance broke his arm once and Allura passed out

★ Lance and Hunk are the only ones with normal sleeping schedules

  • Coran is always awake?? Nobody knows if he actually goes to sleep, they’re afraid for him

★ Coran taught Pidge every way through the vents and she now uses it to her advantage

★ Hunk is always getting marriage proposals from aliens

★ Pidge has almost been adopted on several occasions

★ They start a service that kinda works like fan mail and are surprised by how many kids want to be them

  • “Why do all these kids want to be dead inside???”

★ The tag yourself meme becomes a usual thing

  • “Tag urself, im that king that keith accidently set on fire”
  • “I’m Shiro screaming hysterically”
  • “I’m that guy who just doesn’t give any shits”

★ Allura is forever deemed Space Beyoncé

★ Coran has a special cup to protect his mustache from getting tea in it

Lance, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat: Does liking Keith make me a furry?

★ Voltron malfunctioned somehow and threw them all onto the planet they were saving and no one has recovered

  • “I WANT A FUCKING REFUND, THIS MAGIC CAT MAN THREW ME OUT BITCH”
  • Voltron somehow beat it on it’s own???
  • Everyone is salty bc it did a better job than they ever did

★ “It’s okay if you’re a furry and a texan, we still love you.” “i alREADY HAD TO DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER BUT NOW T H I S”

★ Slav hangs around and drags everyone into the Multiverse theory

★ “gO GO POWER RANGERS” **bad sound effects**

★ They argue over what sound the particle barrier makes

  • “Guys, no. it makes that sound when you hear a window opening, y’know?”
  • “No, Lance, it’s more like the sound you hear when you’re on a swing”
  • “Both of you are wrong, it makes that sound you hear when you drop out of the sky”
  • “WE ARE STILL FIGHTING THE GALRA. But it actually makes a noise kinda like Shwooop.”

★ “How are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals??”

  • “Hire Voltron”
  • “Everyone started hiring Voltron”
  • “Rich important people hired Voltron. Poor people who could not afford to hire Voltron did not hire Voltron”

★ **The Galra start attacking the ship** “Knock knock, it’s the Galra. With huge ships. With guns. Gunships.”

★ Shiro voice: Think about it, everyday we get one day closer to getting nachos

  • Hunk voice: that’s actually really nice
  • Pidge voice: what if i die tomorrow and don’t get nachos?
  • Keith voice: then tomorrow is nacho lucky day
  • Lance voice: nO

★ Lance is always the last to find things out without fail

★ Once something was inside the castle that basically put people into a coma when the went to sleep, so everyone had to stay up for at least 2 weeks straight

  • Keith was so sleep deprived that he told Lance bad space pick-up lines for two hours while they cuddled
  • THEY WEREN’T DATING YET

★ They have a board that reads “The last time we did something gay”

  • The longest they’ve gone is 4 days

★ Everyone always forgets what number they are

  • Coran: Come on, number 3, I have something to show you!
  • The Paladins:  **Caveman spongebob meme**

★ “hEY NOW, YOU’RE IN VOLTRON, GET YOUR LION, GET REKT”

★ They have Bonding Sessions where they talk about their families and what they hope they’re doing

★ Everyone thinks it’s Keith or Pidge who talk about punching Iverson, but nope, it’s Hunk

  • He told everyone that Matt, Professor Holt and Shiro were dead and is probably telling his family the same thing
  • He’s not letting that shit slide

★ They visit Balmera regularly so Hunk can see his rock girlfriend

  • BALLmera is life amirite?”

★ Everyone has so many questions over Allura’s hair

  • “Is her hair made out of clouds, or am i dreaming?”
  • “How did she get all of that into a bun? i can barely put my hair into a ponytail wtf”

★ “I’m paladin” “I hate this fucking family”

★ No one can count how many times they’ve seen Keith staring at Lance while he wasn’t looking

Coran, obviously frustrated shortly after Pidge goes missing at some point: HOW DO YOU LOSE A WOMAN?

  • Hunk, quietly, but with a lot of feeling: You forget to cherish her
Just A Distraction.

Summary: You’re madly in love with Bucky, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint, seeing as he has a new woman every month. You decide to go on a date on your own, that ends horribly, and Bucky is there to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied smut, mentions of assault.

Originally posted by vivalaplutoh

As if coming home at 10PM after your horribly failed date wasn’t humiliating enough, Bucky just had to be sitting on the couch with his new fling of the month, his tongue down her throat, it was almost a punch to my gut. It was almost like he just knew it was going to end badly, and he was just rubbing it in my face. I’ve always had a thing for Bucky, and by thing I mean desperately in love with him. I don’t know if he knows it and is teasing me, or if he honestly doesn’t know or just doesn’t care. It’s not like I’ve told him or anything. My date had gotten handsy with me, and I don’t mean hand on the lower back, gentle caresses type of handsy, no, THAT is welcome. Tonight, this guy groped my ass, and managed to drag his thumbs under my right breast. Needless to say, he left the restaurant with a broken hand and a bloody nose. So, as you can imagine I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone, I was pissed because some bastard felt he had the right to put his hands on me inappropriately and then just to come home and see the man I’m desperately in love with with his tongue down some random ass bitches throat.

Walking through the living room, Sam is sitting on the kitchenette with a bottle of beer in front of him, and his cell phone in one hand.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How’d it go…” Half way through his sentence, he’s shot a ‘shut the fuck up’ look. He gulps, taking a sip of his beer.

“So, not good huh?” I plop next to him, taking his beer from him and downing the rest of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bucky looking up towards us from the back of the couch, his plaything sitting in his lap.

“Fucker thought he could put his hands on me.” I rest both elbows on the counter, with my head between them, hands supporting it. Sam turns to face me, suddenly interested.

“Wait, wait, wait. He put his hands on you?”

“Yeah. Grabbed my ass and somehow managed to graze my breast.” Sam scoffs.

“Did ya give him what for?”

“Broke his hand and gave him a bloody nose. Motherfucker doesn’t get to touch me like that.”

“What do you mean he touched you?” Taken aback by the sudden voice behind me, I turn to see Bucky standing just inches behind me. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to sneak up on me, not even Nat can.

“I mean exactly what I said, James. He touched me and I broke his fucking hand.” I’m honestly not in the mood to see his perfect fucking face.

He gulps, anger evident in his eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” He casts his eyes down to the ground, like he’s trying to contain his anger.

“What does it matter Bucky, I’m pretty su-”

“Did. He. Hurt. You.” His tone is something I don’t want to mess with.

“No, Barnes. He didn’t. Why do you care anyway? You have your new fuck toy of the month, why don’t you go spend time with her.” Standing up, I push past him and into the living room. The whore looks at me, a smirk on her ugly face, and today I’m just not having it.

“What the fuck are you looking at, tramp?” I don’t give her a chance to reply, she wouldn’t stand a chance against me anyway. Heading to the elevators, I press the button, waiting for them to open. When they do, I’m met with Steve, looking down on his phone. He looks up when he sees me, and he obviously knows somethings wrong. He’s always been able to know when something is bothering me.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He puts his phone in his pocket and his eyes soften. I run into his arms, finally letting my tears flow. He wraps his arms around me, resting his head on mine.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” After I gather myself I explain to him everything, from the horrible date to my feelings for Bucky, to the stupid bitch outside. Jealousy is a fucking bitch. Steve sighs, running his hands down my face.

“No man has a right to put his hands on you, (Y/N).”

“I know Steve, that’s why I broke his hand and nose.” Steve laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s my girl. But uh, (Y/N) I think you need to look behind you.”

Turning sharp on my heel, I’m shocked to see Bucky standing there, a sad look plastered on his face.

“GODDAMMIT. The ONLY one who’s ever been able to sneak up on me.” He walks up to me, and Steve takes his leave.

“I think we need to talk, doll.” I sigh. No getting out of this one.

The ride to my room is silent. Unfortunately it’s the uncomfortable kind of silence, too.

Getting to my bedroom door, I unlock it with the keys I had wrapped around my wrist.

The door opens silently, and I walk in, him hot on my trail. Flipping the switch, I put my purse on the counter and turn to face him.

“Look, Buck…I’m sor-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Tell you what?”

“Come on, (Y/N). Why didn’t you tell me that you liked me?” I raise both my arms, shock overtaking my body.

“What the fuck do you mean?! How would I have gotten the chance?! You never showed any interest in me, plus you have a new girl on your hip and in your bed every fucking week, it wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere! Hell, even if it did I refuse to be a one night stand!” Bucky runs his hands down his face.

“Okay, fair enough. But I don’t know how you didn’t see it was all just a distraction.”

“A WHAT?”

“A distraction, (Y/N).” He comes up to me, taking my face in his hands. “I needed a distraction from my feelings for you…I didn’t think you’d ever like me the way I like you.” I roll my eyes.

“I don’t like you Bucky, I’m madly in love with you and I have been ever since you fucking got here.” The tears I’ve been so desperately trying to hold back finally fall from my eyes. He wipes them away with his thumbs as they fall, bringing his mouth to mine, he finally kisses me for the first time.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“I’m sorry I never acted on my feelings…I can charge into a Hydra base unarmed and fight every one of them with my bare hands, but I can’t tell the woman I’m in love with how I feel about her…I’m a coward and I’m so sorry.” I kiss him this time, pouring every ounce of frustration and heartache into the kiss.

“You’re not a coward, Bucky…you felt the same way I did.” He smiles, and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, doll.” His hands move to rest on my hips before I’m lifted up, and my legs instinctively go around his waist.

“B-But what about the girl?” He rolls his eyes.

“I told her to get lost, like I said, she was just a distraction.” I bite my lip.

“H-How are you gonna show me how sorry you are?” He presses a kiss to my collar bone.

“I’m going to take you, right here, right now…”

Oh my, what a wonderful night it is indeed…

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Callout for Luci @Lucisev

Luci has previously gone by the urls “terfs”, “makinishiqino”, “butterflymask”, “aetheir”, and most likely several others that I’m forgetting. Luci has had several callouts in the past, however most were over stuff like kin drama, with the last real valid callout being from over a year ago.

To start, I’d like to give a brief run down of my history with Luci. I’ve been mutuals with her since around summer 2015, however I knew nothing about her and only started talking to her in December. We spoke a few times, but didn’t become too close. Around the start of 2016 she left Tumblr and moved to twitter. In April, she came back, and after talking to her for only a few days, we rushed into a relationship. We dated from early April to mid December, with a temporary breakup in the middle of November. After we broke up, we stayed friends until I started dating someone else, just before new years, at which point things started going downhill. On January 14th I had decided it was best for me to cut all contact with Luci, so I did.

Because there’s a lot of stuff to go over, I will be posting screenshots that have several parts to a second blog, @lucicourse, to prevent this from getting overly cluttered. The link to a set of screenshots will be posted where it is relevant.

For reference, I would like to state that I’m referred to by 3 separate names throughout this, being Severa, Nico, and Weiss, as well as the nickname Sevvy. Me and Luci occasionally refer to Nowi as Ruby as well. 

Before we begin I feel that a few disclaimers are in place. To start, There are already several callout posts floating around for Luci. I do not want to be approached about those. Most attack her for petty stuff like kin drama, and I do not want people trying to compare stuff like that to the actual gross shit she’s done. I will not be addressing anything that has already been discussed in those callout posts.

As for the second disclaimer, I would like to note that I didn’t have any desire to stay in a relationship with Luci, or even really be friends with her, from around July onward. Any replies to her messages that I include in this callout are purely me trying to diffuse a situation with her, as admittedly having seen the way she acted towards others, she frightened me, and I also feared she would do serious harm to herself, so I felt obligated to stay with her.

The third disclaimer is that I do not want anyone making any jokes about the stuff Luci says in the sexual harassment section. I’m unsure whether Wander’s victims are alright with jokes about his stuff, because I’ve seen conflicting information. However. I do not want anyone turning the sexual things Luci has said to me into a joke. If I see you doing so, you will be blocked.

The final disclaimer is that, in the spirit of being entirely honest, I will be including the things that might put Nowi and I in a bad light. I want everyone to form a well developed, informed, opinion, and I don’t intend to bias this information.

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“Once More” Dean x Reader

Words: 2,058 (I may have gotten a little carried away)

Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader is Castiel’s daughter and is sneaking around with Dean.

Warnings:SMUT!!, daddy kink

Originally posted by winsmut


Being Jimmy’s oldest daughter wasn’t easy. I had to accept at a young age that I would never see my father again, but in his place was this… Being. Castiel. At first he scared me, and I refused to be around him. “You’re not my dad…” I remember telling him the first time I met him. But as I continued to get older, I started to value him more, and I consider him to be my father now.

Today, I’m in college, still living with Jody. Even though Alex and Claire might not appreciate her, I do. After my little sister and I were left with no one, she was nice enough to let the two of us stay with her. Even now, when she’s technically not responsible for me anymore since I’m almost twenty-two, she lets me stay here instead of forcing me to live in a dorm. I will be eternally grateful, and Claire’s actions just pissed me off sometimes.

“Y/N, dinner time! And while you’re up there, tell Claire to get out of her room and join us!” Jody yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I picked my head up from my lore book, marking my place and setting it down gently on my bed. The one, and probably only, thing that my sister and I did have in common was our eagerness to hunt. Even then, that’s a long shot. She’s irresponsible, and half the time she’s wrong. I’m surprised she’s not in jail yet, even with Jody being the sheriff.

I close my door on my way out of my room, and pop my head into Claire’s room.

“Time to eat.” I tell her, watching her writing in a notebook.

“I’m busy.”

“And I don’t care. Come downstairs.” I roll my eyes. She huffs and rolls her eyes, but ultimately gets up and following me to the kitchen. God, her food smells so good.

“Where’s Alex?” I ask.

“Out with friends, I guess. She was vague on details.” Jodi tells me, setting my plate on lasagna on the table.

“She’s probably out having sex with that new boyfriend of hers.” Claire snickered.

“Her boyfriend’s an asshole, I don’t know why she’s with him.” I respond.

“Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re the one who screws-“ She started, but cut herself off when she realized she was going too far. A look of panic crosses my face, and Jody looks at me quizzically. Thankfully, she doesn’t push it any further.

“Hey, Y/N, I was going to tell you earlier but I forgot. Dean called me earlier, said they need extra help on a hunting trip.  Asked if you wanted to go along.”

“What? Of course I want to!” I practically yelled.

“I figured. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. After dinner, go pack.”  

“That’s so not fair!” Claire whined. “They never invite me to go hunting with them.”

“I’m older than you, and quite frankly, a better hunter. So, quit.” I say, trying to stop the conversation before it happened. She has no filter.

I finish my dinner quickly, and excuse myself to my room to pack, only thinking about Dean. There had always been chemistry between the two of us, but he didn’t ever act on it until about a year ago. There was a case in the next town over, so Sam and Dean stayed at our house. One night, we were drinking a little, one thing led to another and we slept together.

We both felt extremely guilty about it. Not only was I only 20 years old, meaning he’s almost double my age, but because I’m his best friend’s daughter. Castiel cared about me and treated me like a daughter to the best of his ability, and if he found out that Dean had just screwed his daughter silly… I didn’t even want to think about it.

For a while, we avoided each other. When we did see each other after that, we never talked about that night. It was strictly business, or him asking how I have been. But I could see the way he looked at me. I could feel his staring at me when he doesn’t think I notice. I see the way he always seems to want to tell me something, but never does.

Claire noticed, too. “What’s going on between you and Dean? He’s looks at you like a man looks at his fiancé on their wedding day.” She finally asked one day, as we were sitting in her room together watching TV.

I made the mistake of hesitating to answer. She threatened to tell Jody, or worse, Castiel, if I didn’t tell her what happened. She promised not to tell anybody, but oh man, did she hold that over my head anytime she wanted something.

The second time we did it, it was in his impala. Castiel had called me, asking if I could accompany him in a hunt. I obliged, thinking it would only be us two. I showed up and got the surprise of my life when I saw the boys there, too. I don’t remember exactly how we ended up together in the car, but there had been so much sexual tension between us, going unspoken. We just started ripping each other’s clothes off, and had some really great sex in the backseat.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Ever since then, Dean and I had been finding every excuse to be together. The hard part was keeping it a secret and making sure no one was suspicious.

I finish packing, excited to see him tomorrow. I shouldn’t be this excited. He doesn’t want a relationship, I know that. I know it’s strictly sex. But a part of me wants more. I want to be able to call Dean my boyfriend, to able to not sneak around with him. I want to be able to tell him how much I love him, to feel happy with him. To have that “apple pie life.” But I know he couldn’t give me that even if he wanted to. His life was too fucked up for that. He was too fucked up for that.

I sigh, climbing into bed, and try to shut out my feelings.

-

“Rise and shine, Y/N.” I hear a man’s voicing saying from the doorway, a voice I immediately recognize. I groan, pulling the covers over my face.

“God, Dean, what time is it?” I croak out.

“Early. We gotta get out of here now if we want to be there by tonight.” He says, pulling the covers off my bed. I glare at him, looking at the clock on my nightstand.

“It’s four a.m. I want sleep.”

“Sleep in the car. You already know its comfortable back there.” He smirks, making me throw a pillow at him.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I hurriedly get myself somewhat presentable, brushing my hair and teeth, and changing into regular clothes before grabbing my backpack and walking out the door. I walk past Claire’s room on the way, stopping and hugging her before I leave. I do this every time I leave for a hunt. I never know what could happen, and regardless of how annoyed she gets me, I love her.

I get to the impala, and notice that Sam isn’t there. I look at Dean, confused, but get into the passenger side of the car.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He’s meeting us there.” Dean replies, pulling out of the driveway and taking off. I felt my phone buzz, and see a text from Claire.

‘Should I start sucking Sam’s dick so I can get invited on hunts, too?’

I ignore the text, shutting it off and putting it in my bag. I don’t get to see Dean often- I’m not letting her ruin it.

The road trip was quiet and uneventful. I slept almost the entire time, and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was reading, which made Dean laugh.

“Maybe you should be with Sammy instead, you nerd.” He would joke. Every few minutes, he would look over at me and smile, not thinking that I could see him.

Before I knew it, it was already almost ten at night and we still had another three hours left of driving. I thought that Dean would just keep driving it, seeing that it was only three hours and he did this for a living, but after a few minutes he pulls into some sketchy looking motel.

“Motel, huh?” I tease.

“Shut up,” He laughs. He goes inside to get a room key while I start getting stuff out of the impala. I giggle slightly when I see that he still has my socks sitting in the floor board of his car. When we had sex in his car that one time, I accidentally left my socks after I left. He tried to return them to me, but I told him to keep them as a good luck charm, completely joking. But he never got rid of them.

It’s something stupid to be all giggly about.

“Room six.” Dean comes up to me, helping grab stuff. I lay down on the bed, enjoying the feeling of comfort after a long day of being cooped up in a car.

“You comfortable?” He looks at me, smiling.

“I am, but I need a shower. I’m just trying to gather the energy to get up and walk there.” I groan, not wanting to have to get up. Dean chuckled, and walked over to the bed, picking me up like I was a feather.

“You’re light.” He comments.

“You’re just strong.” I tell him, and he sets me down in front of the bathroom. “You know, I might need help taking my clothes off, too.”

“I’m happy to help.” His eyes sparkle, his face filling with lust. He leans in, slowly kissing me at first. I pick up the pace, opening the door to the bathroom and taking us both in there. Dean slams the door shut, and hurriedly takes my shirt off, not breaking the kiss. His hands roam all over my back, until finally unhooking my bra and taking my breasts into his mouth. I moan at the sensation, leaning against the wall in delight. He stops to take off his clothes, and I begin taking off my jeans and thong.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. I don’t know how I got you.” Dean says, turning on the shower.

“I could say the same to you, daddy.”

His eyes got darker. He pulls me hungrily into him, kissing me hard and pumping two fingers in and out of my clit, making me moan. We step into the shower, both of us almost gasping at how good the warm water felt.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard.” I beg. He enters me slowly from behind before going at it hard and fast.

“Fuck, Y/N” Dean hisses, hearing me moan like that was driving him over the edge. I knew he had a slight daddy kink, but not like this.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’m close.” I barely get out, panting. He speeds up, his breath ragged at well.

“Y/N?” I hear a voice outside of shower. I jumped away from Dean.

“Hello?” The same voice says again.

Oh. My. God.

My face drops as I recognize the voice. I poke my head out of the shower just to make sure.

“Uh, hi, Castiel.” I say guilty, hiding my body behind the curtain. Dean stays silent.

“I heard you calling out for your dad. Are you ok?”

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry. You can leave now.” I choke out. I don’t think he knows Dean is in here.

“Are you sure? I can stay-“

“Castiel, I am in the shower. Please leave.” I rush him. He looks at me oddly, but eventually poofs out of the room.

“Shit, that was close.” I let out a breath.

“I can’t believe he actually did that, oh my GOD. That’s hilarious.” Dean is cracking up.

“You wouldn’t be laughing so hard if he had actually caught us.” I shot at him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. But he didn’t, that’s all that matters.” He pulls me towards him, kissing me. 

“So, should we continue? This is our only night alone together, you know.” Dean makes a good point. 

“Definitely.” 

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Green-Eyed Monster

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Colin (OC) Misha Collins, Bob Singer (mention),

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, Jealousy, drinking (everyone are adults), flirting, meh I don’t know. Just read it - it is not angsty, not for me anyways. Flangst maybe.   

Wordcount: 2900ish

A/N: This is written for @jalove-wecallhimdean’s “Do it like Dean” Challenge. My prompt was ”He’s just a cheap trick…like a little slut!” - It is still in the exact words but they are slurred a bit because someone is drunk. Hope that it okay :D Thanks for letting me participate. This was fun :D

Thanks to my boo @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with this idea, and thanks to my Sam to my Dean @blacktithe7 for betaing it for me and helping me make Jensen sound drunk. You girls rock!

It wasn’t unusual for Jensen and some of the cast members to go out on Friday nights after a full week of filming, especially not if noone were planning on flying home that weekend. Those Friday nights were as amazingly fun for Jensen some days as they were torturous other times. Tonight was one of the later.

Jensen downed yet another shot of whiskey, signaling to the bartender to keep them coming. Jensen felt his temper boil inside of him with each wave of heat the strong liquid sent through his abdomen. This was unusual. Drinking never used to affect his temper before. If anything, Jensen was a very loving drunk. He was sure he would have been tonight too if it wasn’t for Mr. Bigshot putting his greasy paws all over Y/N as she danced with him.

Jensen didn’t know the guy, but he also didn’t have to to know he was a first class asshole. Jensen couldn’t believe she couldn’t see that. He couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that.

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Kink: Getting Caught

Request:  Bucky and reader getting caught by the team having sex , bucky doesn’t stop he keeps going ,he decided to give the team a show,he stopping once he fills her full of his cum

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex (both receiving) NSFW gifs

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

If there’s one thing that’s for sure, it’s that Bucky is a kinky son of a bitch. It doesn’t matter where we are, who’s around, or if we’re even on a mission, if he’s feeling horny, he’ll fuck me anywhere. In front of anyone. I mean, we haven’t gotten caught yet, but I know it’s bound to happen. Just last week, while the team was just in the living room, literally 3 feet away, Bucky was fucking me in the kitchen, he had me bent over the counter with his hand covering my mouth. Something so thrilling about knowing you could get caught. Which explains where we are now.

Bucky has me bent over the arm of the couch in the living room, he is still completely clothed except he has his cock pulled out of his pants. I, however, am completely naked.

“Fuck, Bucky…” I moan as his fat cock thrusts in and out of my tight cunt at a blinding speed. He growls, quickening his pace.

“Fuck your ass looks so good bouncing off my hips like that…” I groan, and he reaches up, grabbing a fist full of my hair, and craning my neck back. He reaches around with his metal hand and grabs my breast, gently squeezing it. Even when he’s in the throes of pleasure he’s still mentally aware enough to be gentle with his metal arm.

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word count: 1621

note: requested


i.

He struggled to keep his eyes open as he lounged on the couch. His lanky legs were far too long for the small love seat he was on, so his feet stuck up on the armrest. When he managed to keep his eyes open he looked down to see his wife on the ground. Her arms extended outwards as the little human they created crawling towards her.

She had been trying to coax him to his feet for the past forty-five minutes and she hadn’t made much progress. He almost did it once, she thought, but Shawn thought he really was just trying to grab the toy off of their coffee table.

“Maybe you should take a break, love?” He asked.

“I really think he’s almost there,” She whined in response.

He let out a low chuckle and extended his arm to brush his fingers against her back. He gathered the rest of his energy to sit up from his comfortable, albeit cramped, position. He slid off of the couch and sat beside her.

When he looked up he saw his son take two small steps. His first two. He and his wife looked at each other and looked back to see him stumble backward and return to a crawl.

“You’re the worst,” She said, with a laugh. But he saw a little tear fall down her cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her, pressing a kiss against her temple.

ii.

Shawn snuck quietly into the house. It was late in the afternoon and he couldn’t hear his wife anywhere. He crept through the living room and clutched a plastic bag against his chest as he peeked into the kitchen.

He moved further down the hallway, looking around every corner before he turned. Finally, he made it to his destination. The door to his son’s room was closed and he pressed an ear against it. He checked his watch and realized that his son was probably napping.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in,” He heard behind him.

He jumped slightly and didn’t turn, “Oh, I just got in and…”

“What are you holding?” She asked, her voice stern.

“Oh, um, this?” He said sheepishly, turning to face her, lifting up the bag in his hand, “It’s nothing really…”

She laughed, “Are you joking? I thought we agreed… no more toys.”

“I know, I know…” He said, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, “It’s just I saw this one in the window and it looked so cool.”

“Lemme see,” She said, holding out her hand.

He handed the bag to her and she pulled the colorful box out. She read the back and when the corners of her lips turned slightly, he knew he was safe.

“Damn, this is cool,” She said, “But, no more.”

“Okay, okay,” He said, knowing full well that there would be more, “Can I wake him up, I want to show him.”

She laughed at him, nodding, before handing him the box and turning to walk down the hallway, “But, you can deal with him later when he’s overtired.”

He smiled and pushed open the door. He looked over the crib at his little son tucked away. He reached his hand over the railing and rubbed gently against the tufts of hair on his head. When his son opened his eyes and used his tiny fists to rub the sleep away Shawn was sure that he had never felt a fuller heart in his life.

iii.

He brushed her hair out of her face and she smiled at him gently. She was exhausted, and he knew that, but he swore she had never looked more beautiful. The newest addition to their growing family resting peacefully in her arms.

They heard a knock on the door and his son came running into the room, followed by his parents. His son jumped around excitedly, finally getting a chance to meet his baby sister. He bounced excitedly next to Shawn who took the opportunity to grab him.

Shawn heard that amazing little giggle and then silence. He looked down at his boy who stared in awe at the little baby wrapped up in his mothers’ arms.

He looked up at his dad expectantly. Shawn nodded his head and he placed him gently on the bed. Shawn watched as his son crawled gently up to his mom and little sister. She rubbed his hair out of his eyes as he leaned down to place a soft and sweet kiss on his baby sister’s forehead.

He looked up at his dad with a wide, and toothless, grin before looking back down. He rubbed his little hand against her forehead whispering, “Hi baby, I’m your big brother, and I’ll protect you forever.”

Shawn was sure that his heart had melted into a puddle.

iv.

His breath hitched as he was pulled from his slumber. He felt that little hand tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room, he peered over the side of his bed.

There she was. Her stuffed bear in one hand, her little fingers clutching desperately to the soft cotton of his shirt, and little tears falling from her eyes. He shot up immediately, fearing the worse.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He said grabbing her and pulling her up against his chest.

“M-monsters,” She whispered into his ear.

Shawn relaxed back into his mattress at the sound of this. Monsters were definitely something he could handle. He gave her a gentle squeeze before wiping away the tears that wet her cheeks.

“C’mon,” He said, softly, “Let’s go get ‘em.”

He maneuvered gently out of bed, to avoid waking his exhausted wife and walked down the hallway. His feet creaking against the cold hardwood floors as he made their way to her room.

He felt her cling tighter to him as they arrived in front of her door. He turned the door knob and switched on the light as they walked into her room. He placed her little feet onto the ground and felt her arms wrap tightly around his leg.

He moved towards her bed and she let go of him, too afraid to take a step closer. He looked back at her before laying on his stomach. He stuck his arm under the bed and felt around for nothing.

“I don’t see anything,” He said to her, “But, I’ll tell you a secret.”

She nodded a little bit taking a few small steps towards him.

“Monster’s aren’t real.”

Her eyes widened as if she had just heard the most interesting news of her short life, but she shook her head slightly, “Are you sure?”

He nodded back at her, holding out his hand. She walked up to him and he picked her up, placing her gently in bed. He wrapped the blankets around her and kissed her forehead before turning to leave the room.

He had only taken a few steps before he heard that five letter word that made his heart melt, “Daddy?” She had whispered timidly.

He turned back to look at her, “What is it, love?”

“Will you stay with me…” She asked, “Just in case?”

He smiled at her and nodded, “Just this once.”

She moved over in her tiny bed and patted the mattress softly. He managed to put some of his lanky body on the mattress, he thought he must look like a giant. He did.

He wrapped his arms around her and he waited patiently to hear her breathing even out. What he hadn’t expected is that he would fall asleep too.

His wife woke up the next morning to an empty bed. She got up quickly and left the room to find her daughters door opened. She peered in to find her husband and her little girl fast asleep. She could hardly contain her laughter.

v. 

She came inside lugging several bags of groceries and when she opened the door it was quiet. She kicked off her shoes rather quickly and dropped the groceries on the ground. She called out her husband’s name and then for her son and daughter.

When no one answered she got nervous. That’s when she heard her name called out. She turned to see the closet door slightly ajar and her husband peeking out from behind it. He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the door, shutting it gently.

“What are you doing?” She whispered to him

“Hide and seek,” He said nonchalantly. She loved this about him. He was the kind of dad to get down on his hands and knees and play with his kids. They were his world and she loved being reminded of it.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed soft kisses against her neck and shoulder. They waited quietly together and then they heard the patter of little feet coming near them.

They were talking to each other, asking where on earth daddy could possibly be hiding because he was so tall. She almost giggled but felt his hand gently cover her mouth, knowing what would happen before it did.

Their little voices got nearer and nearer until she saw the door knob turning. Her kids screamed when they saw the two of them standing in their, so excited to have found both of their parents.

She and Shawn picked up their little ones and spun them around the room. The sounds of infectious giggles overtaking them all. This was the good stuff.

anonymous asked:

RFA reaction when MC doesn't come back home because she was drunk with her friends. If it's roo much can you only do Zen and Jumin? Love you so much btw you're such an inspiration ♡♡

~Thank you so much, sweetheart!!! ^^ Love you, too! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • He sighed when he realized your phone must be dead 
  • Went through a whole pizza and various snacks as he sat up waiting for you and watching the door 
  • Eventually it got so late that he assumed you must be staying with your friends, you’d never come home at this hour 
  • As soon as you walked in the door he appears from the kitchen in his apron 
  • A slight frown on his face and a mug of coffee in his hands 
    • “I was really worried! I tried to call you…” 
  • He let out a huge sigh of relief and dropped his shoulders before handing you the mug
    • “I’m so sorry…I guess I drank too much and before I knew it I had passed out on the couch.” 
  • The smell of the coffee made your stomach flip and Yoosung must have read your expression with ease 
  • He pulled you into a brief hug and rubbed your back with a laugh
    • “Well, I had a whole speech planned…but I’m thinking this hangover you’ve got is punishment enough. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He starts to freak out a bit when you aren’t home 
  • Of course, he sends his security to investigate where you are 
  • He doesn’t sleep until he knows for sure that you’re safe
  • When they relay back to him that you are still at your friends house, he calms down finally 
    • “She never could hold her liquor well,” Jumin smiles and talks to Elizabeth 3rd before they head to bed 
  • When you wake up you find Driver Kim waiting outside of your friends house for you 
    • “I have some cold water waiting for you in the back, Miss,” Driver Kim shuts the door behind you 
  • You’re expecting a lecture when you get home 
  • But Jumin just smiled and gave you a kiss 
    • “Your hair is a mess, it’s cute. But perhaps a shower is in order?” 
  • You apologize for not coming home or letting him know what was going on 
  • You know he must have been worried 
    • “I’m just glad you are safe. Next time, please remember to call me…” he caressed your cheek, “We have a lot on the agenda for today. We won’t be home until late, and despite how you are feeling I expect you to keep our plans. But first, a shower.” 

◉ Zen 

  • He ended up drinking a bit at home while he waited for you 
  • And the later it got the more he wanted to smoke to calm his nerves 
  • He tried rehearsing his lines to distract himself but he just couldn’t seem to focus 
  • When he called you and it went straight to voicemail he began to panic 
  • Went to the chat to ask Saeyoung for help 
  • After much pleading, Saeyoung tracked you a bit and placed you at your friends house 
    • “Just let her have fun, dude. She’ll be home in the morning.”
  • When you got home you saw a half empty pack of cigarettes on the coffee table 
  • He must have been so worried
  • Zen appeared from the bathroom as he toweled off his hair, his eyes wide when he saw you 
    • “Babe! You’re home! I was just getting ready to go pick you up.”
    • “I’m sorry my phone died. It got so late I just decided to stay the night there,” you hung your bag up near the door.
  • Zen brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, remembering what Saeyoung said
    • “It’s alright, I hope you had a good night! Though, if you really want to apologize for making me worry…I know a few ways you could make it up to me,” he winked and kissed you deeply. 

◉ Jaehee 

  • You were never home late like this
  • Jaehee washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters a second time just to keep busy 
  • she found herself fidgeting on the couch
  • She couldn’t even focus on the new Zen DVD she had popped in 
  • Her eyes kept glancing at her phone 
  • When you walked through the door the next morning you found Jaehee passed out on the couch, TV still on and phone in hand 
    • Had she been waiting for you all night?
  • You turned the TV off and grabbed the blanket from the couch, tossing it over her and giving her a kiss on the forehead 
    • “I’m sorry,” you whispered 
  • Her hand grabbed your wrist before you could walk away and you saw her eyes open 
    • “Where were you?” she looked mad for a brief second but her face fell and her eyes were filled with worry 
    • “I didn’t mean to worry you…I didn’t realize how much I drank and I felt it would be safer to stay there for the night…” 
  • She sighed 
    • “You have bags under your eyes.”
    • “Blunt as always, I see,” you laughed. 
    • “I’m too tired to lecture you right now,” she yawned and got up from the couch, “come on, let’s go to bed for a bit longer.”
  • She squeezed your hand in relief 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He was sitting at his computer desk eating chips when you came home 
    • “I’m back! Hope you weren’t too worried…”
  • You started walking towards his computer desk
    • “Nope! I figured your phone had died so I texted your friend to make sure you were okay. She even sent me some great pics of you passed out on the couch,” he laughed. 
    • “You’re such a liar!”
  • He held his phone up and through it you heard the sound of your own voice, drunkenly singing karaoke at the bar you guys had been to that night
    • “I didn’t know you could sing, this outta get some good hits on youtube”
    • “Don’t you dare!”
  • You tried to wrestle the phone from his hands while shouting for him to delete it 
  • Finally he agreed and let you watch him delete it, but his face turned more serious and he grabbed your hands 
    • “You really have to be more careful, though…I was worried for a bit that something happened to you.”
  • Seeing his face like that made you feel sad that he worried so much
    • “I will, I’m sorry…” you gave him a kiss 
    • “Oh! That was a good start for your apology. Now only 706 more to go,” he smirked and picked you up in his arms 
3

Okay, another prompt is here! Sorry for not updating sooner, it’s a long fic once again lol! It is sad, angsty (I was listening to a lot of Placebo while writing so yeah) and it turns hot and heavy close to the end but then some fluff concludes it; basically it has it all! :P
Warning for mentions of violence, mild language and sexual themes. I hope you like it darlings and you don’t mind that I combined your awesome prompt ideas! Thank you so much for requesting! And to the rest of you, enjoy! <3

A small summary to tie the three prompts together: After an abrupt break up, Betty is left broken and confused by Jughead’s sudden behavior. Once finding out that he had joined the infamous gang of their small town, the Southside Serpents, Betty sets her mind to sneak into their lair with the only way she knows best. Along with the help of a sudden ally that she comes across on the way, they vow to save Jughead’s soul at all costs. 

(The long dialog in italics is a flashback)


Stars hide your fires;

Let not light see my black and deep desires.

The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see…

The black velvet of yet another eerie night had spread over the small town of Riverdale, the otherwise picturesque scenery of the alight sky now fearful and pitch black, an ominous sign and a bloodcurdling setting. It coordinated with her jet leather attire, her raven hair and the ghastly temperament that oozed from the cold-blooded sound of heels against dirty and wet asphalt. “Stars hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires…” Every click of stiletto punctuated each word her mind whispered on a loop to the depths of her subconscious, green eyes shining deadly through the darkness, like those of a wolf in hunt for its prey.

If anyone were to run into her on the street, they wouldn’t recognize her; nothing tied her with the image of the nonpareil younger daughter of the Cooper clan. Betty Cooper was dead, locked in the comfort of lavender and chamomile amongst collared sweaters and preppy knitted cardigans. For how long it was yet to be decided but, for tonight, the golden-hearted girl that everyone left behind was put to sleep under the naivety of false ambition and hopeless dreams. Her alter ago was there to deal with the mess the tedious angelic spectrum of her character always seemed to make.

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anonymous asked:

An angsty 707 x MC ficlet with a fluffy end? Thank you! Hope it's not too much. Love your blog!🌸

Of course it’s not too much! Hope you like this one:) 


MC shut off the TV to answer her phone vibrating against the kitchen counter. When she saw the name flashing on the screen, she braced herself. “Hello?”

“Hello? MC?” The familiar voice came through the speaker.

“Did you need something, Saeyoung?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.

She heard him chuckle softly. “To be honest, my brother is driving me crazy at the moment. I feel like getting outside the house. Want to do something today?”

She suppressed the resurfacing guilt in her chest. “Um, maybe not today. I’m going out with Jaehee” she replied. He was silent on the other end, but she could feel the tension between them. “Hello?”

“That’s fine. Oh–Saeran is calling me now. Call me later, okay?” He hung up without another word. She was pretty sure she didn’t hear Saeran’s voice in the background, but she shrugged and put the phone down.

MC didn’t even notice the time that passed as she once again threw herself into answering emails for the next RFA party and finding more potential guests. So, when Saeyoung’s contact once again appeared on her phone, she was slightly confused. “Hey, didn’t you just call?” she asked.

“MC, that was hours ago. You probably forgot, because you were with Jaehee, right?”

She had almost forgotten the excuse she made. “Oh, was it? Yeah, I’m actually with her right now, so I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

There was a short pause before she heard him scoff. “Funny you say that. I bumped into her two seconds ago at the grocery store. She didn’t mention you or your outing.”

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. She opened her mouth to say something, but she had nothing that would defend her. “Um…”

“Are you avoiding me?”

She sighed and hoped he didn’t hear her shaky breath. “Saeyoung, why would I be avoiding you?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!” he burst. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”

“We were both really busy these two weeks. Get some rest, Saeyoung, I’ll see you on the weekend.You seem to need more time with your family.”

“What’s that supposed to–”

She ended the call before she could finish. She tossed her phone on the other end of the couch and curled her knees into her chest. She hated doing this to him…but Saeran was right. How did she possibly expect them to rebuild their relationship if she was getting in the way? She half expected her phone to continually vibrate, but it didn’t. She breathed in relief when it didn’t look like he would call back. She didn’t want to cause more problems than she had already.

Later that night, MC heard someone knocking on her door. A familiar voice was shouting her name from the other side. Saeyoung?

 Her fingers hesitated on the door knob. Maybe he would assume she was asleep and just go home.

“MC, I know you’re awake,” his muffled voice carried through the door. “You never go to bed before two in the morning.”

MC slowly opened the door, only allowing her eyes to be shown. “Shut up, I’m asleep.”

He let out a strangled laugh before becoming solemn again. “This isn’t the time to joke around!” he said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Can we talk?”

She nodded before opening the door. “Yeah, come in.”

He hesitated a few moments longer before entering. He shut the door behind him and exhaled sharply. “Okay, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he said. “And don’t give excuses. I want the truth, MC. We promised no secrets.”

“Nothing is wrong,” She paused. “I just wonder if you need some space. That’s all.”

He stared at her, his lips parted. He raked his hand through his red hair. “If I needed space, I would’ve told you! Where did you even get that idea? I didn’t push you away. I invited you over a lot–”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not tired all the time! You have enough thing to worry about. Having me will just be another problem, Saeyoung.” MC tried to steady her voice. She could almost feel a lump in her throat.

“What?” he breathed. “Problem? MC, I have never considered you a problem. Besides that, what exactly am I tired from? I don’t work half as much anymore.”

The room was silent for a moment. The words she was holding in for a long time finally escaped her mouth. “It’s Saeran.”

She watched as Saeyoung’s usual vibrancy drained from his face. This is what she dreaded. She cleared her throat and went on when he didn’t respond. “He mentioned that you’d been tired lately…and dealing with him was probably enough. Having to constantly entertain me on top of it…he said maybe I should take it into consideration.”

To her surprise, Saeyoung chuckled. “Is this why he’s been asking if you were coming over every day? The guy’s drowning in his guilt.” Saeyoung grabbed MC’s hand and yanked her into his embrace.

She was too stunned to return it. “What do you mean?” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Your brother usually avoids me. I don’t understand.”

“He was probably having a bad day. Next time just tell me if he says that. He usually doesn’t mean it in that way.” His voice was muffled in her hair. “Come to me first, mkay?”

She nodded. The weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders for the past two weeks dissipated with him so close. Finally, she snaked her arms around his torso. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m always worried that I’m always hindering you somehow. I guess it just got to me.”

He clicked his tongue and pulled back to look at her. “Where do you get these silly ideas in your head?” he said, gently rapping his knuckles against her forehead. “You and Saeran are all I have. If anything, you’re the one who pushes me forward, got it?”

Again, she nodded, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “So–er–are you free tomorrow?”

He tapped his chin. “The question is if you’re free. Two weeks of lost time, that’s at least fourteen hours we need to make up. So, I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning.”

She frowned. “Wait, what? But where are we going?”

He opened the door behind him. “Secret. But I can tell you it involves cake.”

With one last wink, he left her alone in the apartment, feeling lighter than she had all week. It wasn’t long after that her phone vibrated with an apologetic text from Saeran.

MC sighed and shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. Sometimes, Saeyoung could be a handful with his crazy shenanigans or his rare overly-serious behavior. But if there was one thing he knew how to do was fix things. Especially when it came to the people he cared for most. 


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Cranston Household Part 1: Trini

 Over time all of the rangers spend a night, or a few nights, at the Cranston Household.

Trini was the first one. She, along with the others, showed up like normal for a Friday night movie and an ungodly amount of pizza. How the teens packed away 4 large pizzas and some dessert every Friday night, Candace doesn’t know, but she is happy that the pizza place loves Billy so she only pays for 2 each time. (He likes to fix things. So when an oven or dishwasher is broke, he is their first call.) This movie night was different though. About halfway through Candace could hear sobbing. Once she got to the basement she could see Trini sobbing into Kim’s arms as Jason stood next to Billy. Zach made his way over to her before quietly whispering.

 “Someone told her parents she was gay. They just called. Screaming and yelling over the phone. Trini hadn’t told them yet.”

All at once her motherly instincts kicked into overdrive. She took Kimberly’s place and allowed Trini to cry into her. After about 20 minutes Candace leaned in and spoke softly to Trini. 

“How about we move this upstairs? The couch is more comfortable, it doesn’t smell like grease, and clean soft blankets in the dryer.” With a small nod Trini moved to stand, but Jason picked her up bridal style. Candace didn’t know what to think. Surely the boy should be strong, he used to be the quarterback, but his was shocking. Upon seeing her reaction Jason began to ‘struggle’ to hold her before Zach realized what was happening and helped. 

They got Trini upstairs and settled on the couch. She leaned back into Candace and let the tears begin to flow again. It was 12:30 before Trini stopped crying. The young woman was asleep and finally looked at peace. The other 4 rangers stood around her. They lingered around before Candace spoke up.

“Go home. I’ll be here all night with her. I’ve got my shows recorded and bluetooth headphones. You all have my number, and I have yours. I’ll make sure she texts you guys know when she wakes up, but I have a feeling I won’t have to tell her.” Candace said, giving the pink ranger a knowing wink. 

As the pink ranger’s face turned her signature color, Jason made his way over to Trini. He put his hand on her head, giving her a firm pat, before exiting the door. Zach was behind Jason. He leaned in and spoke in a soft voice directly into her ear. Candace could easily hear it wasn’t english. Billy gave her a smile and a soft shoulder pat before retreating up the stairs to his room.

Kimberly was last in the room. She looked deeply at Trini. Her thoughts may not have been heard, but the overall mood towards the girl was clear. Kimberly gingerly  placed a soft, but meaningful, kiss on Trini’s forehead. She then whispered something into her ear before making a swift exit. 

Trini stayed the next night as well. Candace sat with her all night again. This time they talked. Trini opened up and told her things she couldn’t tell her own other. Trini continued to stay with the Cranston’s for 6 days, but without Candace downstairs. When she was ready, Candace drove Trini to her house and helped her talk with her own parents. The conversation was easy, but it was necessary. Once it was over Candace made it very clear that Trini was welcome over at anytime.

My brother’s best friend || 3 D.H.

A/N: HERE’S THE THIRD PART! i’m glad my brother is not that overprotective tbh haha. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

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The door was pushed open. The sudden light hurt my eyes. After they had adjusted to the stinging brightness I could clearly see my brother’s angry expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted wide eyed, staring at the both of us.

It was more than obvious what Dan was here for. He still had one arm slung around my waist and we were awfully close.

I blushed in embarrassment and just wanted to hide behind Dan’s tall figure, but we had to talk this out. I guess I should’ve talked to Phil about this early but I never thought that there was a chance that Dan felt the same way. Now it was too late and my brother had to find out that his little sister and his best friends had feelings for each other the hard way.

“Phil, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about my crush on Dan.” I apologized, but Phil ignored me.

His eyes had gone cold and he was glaring at Dan. Full on death glare.

“Mate, we didn’t know this was gonna happen-“ Dan started before he got cut off by Phil.

“Get your hands off my sister.” He hissed. I never thought that Phil Lester, the angle on earth, could be that threatening.

“Woah, hey Phil calm-“

“I said get away from her.” Phil growled, causing, me to unwillingly take a few steps away from Dan.

I swallowed hard, I had never imagined Phil to be that mad.

“What makes you think that you can just fool around with my little sister!” he shouted, completely forgetting that I was in the room.

“I asked you to pick her up from school, not to sneak in her room at night!”

The two boys were now dangerously close. Phil was intimidating like I had never seen him before.

“Could you please calm down. We are just two people who like each other okay?” Dan didn’t take a step back although his best friend was nearly pushing him.

At the mention of “we” Phil seemed to realise that I existed too.

“So you like him.” He questioned me unbelievingly and the look on his face made me wish to be able to deny his statement.

Instead I simply nodded and took a step towards Dan again. The tall brown haired boy was about to take my hand in his, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks as my brother cleared his throat as a warning.

“When were you gonna tell me that you are fucking around with my little sister, Howell?”

Phil would normally make sure not to use explicit language, but he really didn’t seem to care anymore.

“I wasn’t fucking around with her, mate!” Dan complained, getting mad as well. Their chests were by now nearly touching and I was scared that one of them would eventually hurt the other.

Both of their eyes were formed into slits as the air was full of tension.

“No? Well then what were you doing? In the middle of the night in my sister’s room?” Phil acted like he was thinking hard, provoking Dan even more.

“Look, we just found out we like each other today. It’s not like we have been hiding this from you for months.” Dan explained in an attempt to calm Phil down.

I was really thankful for the fact that Dan always keeps a clear head no matter how heated the situation may be.

“I don’t care, okay? She is still my little sister.” Phil shouted as his angriness reached another peak.

“Yes, but she is also old enough to date whoever she wants to date!” Dan retorted, wrapping his left arm around my waist. This time not even Phil’s death glare could stop him.

I blushed when Dan mentioned the dating part. He actually wanted to date me. He wanted to be my boyfriend. If the situation hadn’t been that awful I would’ve jumped around with glee.

“She can date, but not you.” Phil hissed with so much finality in his voice that it was scary.

My eyes widened in shock. As I grasped the meaning of his words. He was forbidding our relationship in all honesty.

“That’s not fair!” I shouted outraged.

Dan was right, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

“You are right. Well sometimes the world just isn’t fair, okay? Dan needs to keep his dirty hands of you!”

“He is your best friend. You’d give up your left leg for him, but as soon as he shows any interest in me you suddenly act like he is your archenemy.” I retorted. Phil wasn’t making any sense. He just couldn’t deal with the fact that I had my own life.

“I said no, Y/N. “

“Phil, you can’t stop us from being together. I really like her, I don’t see what’s problem with that.”

Dan was desperate by now. We had never thought that it would be that difficult.

“My problem is that you two dating is not a good idea. You are older than her, you are way more experienced than her, I know your history with girls as well as your intentions and she is my little sister after all! She’s a taboo for you. Got it?” Phil growled his words were final and we knew that nothing we could say could change his mind. Not now. He needed time.

Dan opened his mouth to say something, not giving up that easily but I stopped him by squeezing his hand that I was still holding.

“Thank you for trying, Dan. I don’t think fighting more now would change something. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I whispered, deeply looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

Dan’s eyes softened as he nodded.

“I should leave, shouldn’t I?” he asked.

Before I could answer Phil had already shouted “Yes!”

10 minutes later Dan’s car left our drive way. It was around midnight and I wished he could stay, but I don’t think this house could bare that much tension. I watched him make his way down the road from the kitchen window until his car took a scarp left turn and wasn’t to be seen anymore.

I felt exhausted like I had just worked out for ten straight hours. I was worn out. After the high I felt because of being with Dan I felt dull now.

I let myself fall on my bed face first and couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. The hot salty water ran down my cheeks. Dan had feelings for me. He wanted to be my boyfriend but Phil ruined it all. Why was my brother suddenly so overprotective? There was no reason to act like that!

I decided to finally call one of my best friends. She was good at giving advice and she had already helped me with a lot of relationship questions. She was also the only one I had talked about Dan with, she knew I had a major crush on him.

She picked up after it ran a few times, sounding tired. I had probably woken her up and immediately regretted my decision to call her because I felt so bad.

“What’s up?” I heard her say but I couldn’t answer instead I sobbed into the speaker of my phone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she sounded far more awake now.

I wished she could see me nod so I wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, I stuttered a few words and she seemed to understand.

“I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

Just like she promised her car stopped in the drive way ten minutes later to get me. Since my room was on the ground floor I only had to climb out my window, no heights or jumping involved. I needed to have a long talk and comforting words as well as ice cream right now.

When she started driving to her house I was glad to distance myself from my brother who I normally loved to bits….

“Dan, where is she?!”

Phil shouted into his phone at 1 am. He couldn’t find a way to sleep after being so harsh and rude to his sister and his best friend. He just wanted to apologize, but when he walked into her room it was completely empty.

“Who?”

“Y/N, obviously.” Phil snarled, getting nervous.

“Have you checked her bed?”

“She is not home.”

“Well, she is not at my place either!” Dan couldn’t keep his voice down.

Panic.

Fanfiction - Happier

I wrote this short thing for the needle wizard, pencil sorceress and all around magnificent friend, the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere. Master Seamstress shares with me the love for Ed Sheeran and I couldn’t resist the urge to have her doing a happy dance over this. Enjoy! X

Happier

I entered the small coffee shop, unfolding my scarf as soon as I felt the merciful warmth of the heating system, aiming towards a quiet table at the corner, as I shook off snowflakes from my curls.

As I waited for the small waitress to bring me my cranberry scone and a large cup of steaming tea, I opened my notebook and started reading the notes I had taken. It was a very hard case, a young patient with a rare tumor compressing his bile duct – presenting with jaundice, looking like the most recent character of The Simpsons. The previous surgeon in charge of the case had announced it to be unresectable, which gave him about three months of life expectancy. At the age of thirty, you are seldom ready for your life to end – least of all without throwing a good fight.

And that was what I was planning to offer him – a risky procedure, only done in the past by a handful of surgeons in the country. If it worked, he would be cancer free – and it was my job to guarantee it worked. I had barely slept the last couple of nights, immersed in planning the surgery to the finest detail.

I loved my job, fiercely – even in the moments I hated it. I never lost the tingling on my palms when I held the scalpel or the sudden feel of a jump inside my belly, like I had missed a step, whenever I finished a hazardous procedure. Besides, it was a very welcome distraction from the wreckage of my personal life.

I sipped my tea, delighted with the smoky taste of the Highland blend, strong and homely on the back of my tongue. It reminded me of the taste of his skin against my lips and I swallowed hard, slightly shaking my head to disperse unwelcome memories.

The bell above the door rang, a small tornado of snow allowed in as new customers entered the cosy place. I bit the back of my pencil, tilting my head to better discern an approach, as I mobilized the invisible pancreas before me. I smiled, seeing the vessels and ducts so well exposed in the eye of my mind, ready to be conquered, and raised my eyes to ask for a second congratulatory scone.

I saw his back but recognized him immediately – I had kissed that spot just behind his ear, where his hair curled at the nape, countless times.

He was wearing his pilot uniform underneath his overcoat, the flight captain’s hat placed next to his elbow on the table. I had a sudden flash of his hands placing that hat on my head, a playful smile on his full lips, his slightly callused hands roaming my otherwise naked body. No.

Without thinking, I was already making myself small on my table, shrinking to the point where I could almost hide under the tasteful tablecloth – wishing I had gone to another place, in another time, in another world.

Only then I noticed he had company - a cute blonde girl wearing stewardess clothes, her lips painted red to match the satin scarf prettily tied around her neck in a bow. She sat in front of him on the table, a complicit smile plastered on her face, as he talked – probably sharing something about a recent trip.

He was always coming and going, flying around the world – I remembered all too well setting my alarm to the middle of the night, just so I could listen to his voice in Tokyo. Kissing him goodbye – there had been so many goodbyes, not enough hellos – before he left to New York. Texting him, unsure where in the world he was exactly – but painfully aware it wasn’t by my side.

The nights became so long, always craving, always wondering. I felt split in two, half of myself scattered in the wind, travelling on the air - while the other half was forced to anchor it, bearing down, struggling with heaviness. There weren’t enough kisses to ease the constant ache, as much as he tried – and he had tried.

“Do ye not want me anymore?” He had asked me on the final night, broken – Oh, so broken.

I hadn’t answered him and in my silence he took his leave, shoulders hunched in pain. In truth, I couldn’t fathom a time when I wouldn’t want him – and that was the problem, wasn’t it? I kept wanting and wanting and wanting, wanting so much everything hurt, wanting so much I feared I would physically break.

The flight attendant touched his hand – to my horror he didn’t shy away from it. It lingered there, natural and possessive, and I felt the scone doing cartwheels inside my stomach like a flour acrobat.

She leaned over and told him something, slightly sticking her tongue out in mischief and he laughed. Throat and lungs and vocal chords, clapping and singing, an orchestra on a perfect rendition of amusement. Standing ovation from the crowd. Claire Beauchamp dead in the audience.

He used to laugh like that with me. Jamie always laughed with his entire body. He was that kind of man – whole in everything he did. I recalled the sensation of his laugh as I laid my cheek on his chest, a scientist studying the mechanisms of happiness. For a moment I closed my eyes and covered them with my hand, foolishly disturbed by the realization I didn’t hold his laughter in exclusiveness.

Jamie looked happy. I could see the outline of his smile, the corners of his mouth turned up in contentment. Had he been that happy with me, once? Before I filled our lives with insecurities, demands and frailties?

She squeezed his hand – fingers touching, skin meeting, hearts melting? - and got up, putting on her elegant coat. With a swish of blonde hair, she kissed his cheek – clearly no amiable kiss demanded such duration, in my opinion – and with a light caress on his forehead, left him finally alone.

He looked around, searching for the waitress to ask for a refill and – of course – spotted me. It was like standing on stage, two spotlights beaming on us, everything else left in darkness. Jamie glanced at me and I proudly endured his gaze, asserting that I saw his happiness and wasn’t shaken at all by it. Liar.

Slowly I made my way to his table, a slug crawling on a lettuce leaf, ugly but brave. I seemed to be ken on eating every crumb of my cake of sorrow and then smile, pretending it was sweet.

“Hello, Jamie.” I greeted him, bracing myself on the notebook I carried. His hair was somewhat shorter than the last time I had seen him, a couple of months ago, his uniform impeccable, the tie on his neck just a bit loose. I used to make his knots and suddenly panicked, fearing that the blonde girl was a master of turns and twists, able of fixing his heart as well as his tie.

“Hello, Claire.” Jamie replied, his voice cautious. “How are ye?”

“Good.” I smiled nervously. “Are you back from work?”

“Aye.” He fidgeted with the mug in front of him, a soft hesitant smile on his lips. “Just got back from Brazil. It was a wee furnace there.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard, struggling to come up with other pleasantries I could share with him. Do you smile in your sleep when she touches you? “You look good. Happy.”

“What are ye asking me, Claire?” He avoided my gaze, his face abruptly serious.

“Nothing.” I replied in a hoarse voice, well aware that he could spot the tears forming on the corners of my eyes, in the fountains of my soul. “Just that. You looked happy with her.”

“She’s a good lass.” He glared at me, his eyes outrageously blue and intent. “She understands what life is for me. I feel that I can talk to her.”

“As you couldn’t talk to me?” I tried to smile again and failed miserably, the glass of my face polished and glistening, reflecting the thousands of small sorrows hidden in the corners of my eyes.

“I told ye all my soul and heart.” Jamie lowered his eyes, grabbing his hat. “In the end it wasna enough. That is my utmost regret, Claire - that it wasna enough.”

I stood there, speechless, as he gathered his things and left. I thought of the bleeders that elude the most capable surgeon, the cardiac arrest that lasts forever, the hands inside where we are most private, touching the core of what we are, unable to reach what had been lost. I slammed my heart at him as he closed the door behind him – “Jamie!” – knowing all too well I had no one to blame but myself. I had traded all for nothing, convinced it was a worthy bargain – blind, blind, fool.

I crawled home, shaken to the very marrow of my bones, oozing love and loss – sticky and queasy with it. In medical school they had told me how the brain works to protect itself – the clever barrier surrounding it, the plasticity, the temperature regulation – and yet my brain seemed decided to finish me, incessantly playing memories of Jamie, smacking me with my own recklessness. I had no self-preservation left, for I loved him to the atoms of me.

I had seen him happy without me – there was joy there to be sure, in knowing him well. But the pain was almost unbearable, no last redoubt of magical thinking left, where I could hide and pretend we would find our way back to each other. He was gone. Pushed away by my own two hands.

I collapsed on the couch, curling into fetal position, making myself small and smaller. My ears were filled with the sounds of my own heart and I willed him to stop, to let go of beating, to be still and let me be.

He kissed my cheek on our first date. I kissed his lips on the second. Loved all of himself by the tenth. My heart leapt when I saw him, tall and gallant in his uniform, almost running to hold me in his arms at the hospital. When he told me flying was his second favourite thing. When he told me I was first. Red Jamie, my Jamie.

A knock on the door, fast and rhythmed. A secret code for the lover coming.

I padded to the door, afraid and wanting. Hopeful.

I opened the door and he was standing there, snowflakes turning into rivers on the brim of his hat. He reached out with his hand and I took it, already knowing I’d never let go again.

“I was happier with ye.” He whispered in a husky voice. And I remembered it all, the happiness and love I’d known, waiting in him as kisses on his lips.