i had to..i mean just look at him

Full Bloom

There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.

He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.

Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.

They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted. 

Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.

And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.


And he’d ruined everything.


Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet. 

He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.


It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.

Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.

Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.


“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”


Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.

Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.

“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.

He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.

He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“

“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.

“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.

“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.

He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.

There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.

“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.

Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively.
Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.

“Okay. Do you want to learn?”

He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?

“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.

The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.

“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.

“Bucky- nice to meet you.”

“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”




“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.

Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”

“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”

“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.

Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“

“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.

Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place? 

That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.

“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”

Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”

Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.”
There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“

“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”

Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.

“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.

Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. 

“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”

Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”

“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.

Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“

“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.


“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.

Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”

Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”

Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“

“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”

“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.

Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.

Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily. 

“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look. 

“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.

“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.

Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”

Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”

“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.

“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.

“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”

Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.

Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.

There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.

Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“
“Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.


Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.

“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.

“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.


He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.

How today’s clip “Playing Alone” should have been:

Sana: “Give me the ball.”

Yousef: “Come and get it.”

Sana: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Yousef. Give. Me. The ball.”

Yousef: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Sana. Just. Come. And get it.”

Sana: “I mean it Yousef. Give me the ball. I won’t say it again.”

Yousef: “Okay. I’ll take the ball then.” Sana doesn’t respond. “And leave.” He says to make his statement clear and get some kind of reaction off of Sana. But she doesn’t respond, again.

Yousef: “Bye!”

Sana: “Bye.” Sana turns over to go get the other ball which is resting next to a wood bench. “I’m tired of your shit.” Once she gets there she takes it and starts playing by herself, this ball doesn’t bounce as well as the other does, it lacks of air, but it is enough for her to not be close to Yousef. 

He stands right where he was when he arrived while he watches Sana fail miserably twice. He goes over to Sana and takes the other ball of her hands. They are two feet apart, Sana looks over to Yousef.

Sana: “Are you kidding me?”

Yousef: “Talk to me.”

Sana: “I got nothing to say to you.”

Yousef: “Really?”

Sana: “Really.”

Yousef: “Well, it feels like you do.”

Sana: “Well I don’t.” 

They stand there, looking at each other, Yousef has a worried look, while Sana is dead serious, not angry, not sad, just plain no emotion face. She takes one ball off of Yousef’s arms and goes sit in one bench while she bounces the ball, looking at the floor, but this time you can see sadness in her eyes. She is not in the mood to play anymore.

After a minute, she hears steps coming in her direction, but she doesn’t look, she stops bouncing the ball and hugs it, still, staring at the grass. Yousef stands right in front of her resting on the wood table behind him. He waits for her to make eye contact with him, but she doesn’t. He leaves the other ball, next to Sana on the bench. He goes to the other side of the table and he drags it through the grass so there is more space in front of Sana. Once it’s far enough he goes and sits on the ground, right in front of her, he is slightly lower than her, this time she looks at him. He grins, not to much, but enough for him to show that he’s happy that she finally looked at his eyes. 

Yousef: “What did I do wrong?”

Sana: “What makes you think you did something wrong?”

Yousef: “You are not talking to me, you don’t seem happy.”

Sana: “I am happy.”

Yousef: “I can’t see that. You are not smiling.” Sana fakes a smile, not showing her teeth.

Yousef: “Is that supposed to be a smile?” He says making a quick laugh. Sana drops the smile and a “Ugh” escapes her mouth while she quits hugging the ball and leaves it next to the ball Yousef left before, she rests her back on the back of the bench and crosses her arms. She stops the eye-contact and looks at the little basketball court on her left.

Sana: “Just drop it already.” Yousef’s smile fades.

Yousef: “I’m not dropping it Sana.” She sighs. “Just tell me. Clearly I did something wrong, just tell me so I can apologize.”

Sana: “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Yousef: “I don’t get it.”

Sana: “That’s the deal, you don’t have to apologise for kissing Noora.” Sana realising what she just said, closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, and wishes, she didn’t acutally said that.

Yousef: “What?”

Sana: “What?”

Yousef: “You said I don’t have to apologize for kissing Noora.” Sana looked at him and a low, soft, almost inaudible “Nei” went through her lips. “You saw that?” Sana looks down bending her body towards Yousef and supporting herself with her arms on her legs, and licks her lips, her mouth got dry in seconds. “Sana, you saw that?” She takes a deep breath.

Sana: “Jo.”

Yousef takes of his hat, and runs his hand through his hair. 

Yousef: “Faen.” He said it almost copying the “Nei” Sana said a few seconds back. He starts to pull out the grass in front of his feet. They stay quiet for minutes, three? Four?

Sana: “I just don’t understand why you did it. I mean, I do, she is pretty, of course you would kiss her…”

Yousef: “Can I explain?” 

Sana: “You don’t owe me an explanation Yousef.”

Yousef: “I kinda do though…” He sighs. “To be honest, I don’t even have an explanation for myself, I mean I do, it’s just not a good one.” She looks at him, but he doesn’t. “That Friday I thought you were mocking me…”

Sana: “Why?” she interrupts with a sad tone. This time he looks at her.

Yousef: “Because I had told you about Even, and then he was at the Karaoke, and I thought you hadn’t took me seriously, like you invited us just because you wanted me to see Even and create tension, I don’t know… It just felt wrong, so wrong.”

Sana: “But that wasn’t my intention…”

Yousef: “I know, I know that now. I’m sorry for assuming things…”

Sana: “You don’t have to say sorry, I probably would’ve assume that too. Sorry.”

He shows a little grin, so she knows it’s okay.

Yousef: “So, I was angry at you, and I just thought: you know, if she is this kind of person, I might as well forget about her, she’s not as I thought she was.” Sana looks away, although those are feelings that were because of a misunderstanding, it still hurts to know that he felt like this about her. “After you left because of the fight…”

Sana: “You should’ve come with me. You left me alone Yousef.” She needed to get it off her chest.  

Yousef: “I know… I’m sorry, I just…”

Sana: “You were angry at me.” She closes her eyes while she says that.

Yousef: “I’m sorry…”

Sana: “It’s okay.” Of course it wasn’t, she knows that although he was angry at her he should’ve come with her, Noora could’ve go with her, she heard it too, but she was angry at her. What a surprise. 

Yousef: “So… after you left, Noora and I started talking, and I mean… I like Noora” Sana stops breathing, Yousef notices it and tries to explain it better. “Not romantically, as a person, she doesn’t look like a bad person” Sana starts breathing again. “And after a while talking, she just kissed me, I was shocked at first but then I just went through with it. But then I realized, that I didn’t know why I was doing it, I didn’t and I don’t have feelings for her, I’m not the kind of person that kisses someone for the LOLs, it felt wrong and pointless and it didn’t got me anything but hurting you. I’m so sorry Sana” Sana still isn’t able to look at him, she just nods to let him know that she heard everything. 

Sana: “Does she know?” Yousef frowns “Does she know that you don’t have feelings for her?”

Yousef: “Yes, absolutely. I told her it didn’t mean anything and that it was a mistake. She apologized and left.” Sana nods again. “You are not looking at me Sana” She turns her head in his direction and looks at his eyes, she grins.

Sana: “I’m looking at you now.” Yousef smiles. 

Yousef: “So… you forgive me?”

Sana: “There is nothing to forgive Yousef. Did it hurt me? Yes. Will it take some time for the pain to stop? Probably yes. But I’m not angry at you, so don’t worry about it okay, I will deal with it on my own.” 

Yousef: “Okay? But I’m still sorry.”

Sana: “Okay.” They stare at each other for a moment.

Yousef: “Are we cool?”

Sana: “Yes, we are cool” 

Yousef smiles and lets out a little “Great”, while he gets a message from Elias, he takes his phone and reads it.

Yousef: “Elias is looking for me, I should go” Sana nods and gets up and takes the balls of the bench while Yousef puts his phone back in his pocket, when Sana turns over to Yousef his left arm is streched out. “Little help here?” 

Sana lets out a little laugh and leaves the ball that she is holding with his left arm on the bench again, reaches out to Yousef’s hand and helps him get up. Once he is standing in front of her he doesn’t let go of her hand, neither does she. After thirty seconds or so he slowly gets closer to Sana’s face and gently kisses her on the cheek.

Yousef: “Bye”

Sana: “Bye”

Sana lets go of Yousef hand and they both smile. After that Yousef leaves the little basketball court, Sana smiles.


After that clip we just got I felt like I needed to write something that has Yousana fluff and that we still got a bit of answers. I kind of guessed the whole kiss thing, I really don’t know why it happened but it’s the only thing that came up to mind, I haven’t talked about the fight because I really don’t know what happened, so addressing that was going to turn out really bad haha. 

I DON’T KNOW IF THE WHOLE HOLDING HANDS AND KISS ON THE CHEEK IS APPROPIATE, BECAUSE EVEN KISSED SANA ON THE CHEEK I ASUMED THAT IT IS OKAY FOR YOUSEF TO DO SO, AS WELL AS HOLDING HANDS. IF IT’S NOT OKAY, I’M VERY SORRY IF ANY MUSLIMS FELT INSULTED, IF THAT IS THE CASE PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL CHANGE THE STORY. I DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE, I want it to happen, the hand holding and kiss, (SKAM wise and therefore in this little story) ONLY if it is appropriate.

I am form Spain so sorry if I made awful mistakes writing in English.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it and again, sorry if was disrespectful towards Islam and muslims. And happy Ramadan <3

anonymous asked:

44 + 45 w dino ( i dont mean to have like nsfw implications i just wanna see how you'd write it out tbh sdhfjbdsjgk)

44. “Oh, now it’s on” 45. “Take.It.Off”

“Take.It.Off.”

You didn’t have other words besides those, when you had seen what your boyfriend was in; one of your favorite tight shirts and a pair of your sunglasses.

“But don’t i look sooooooo cute?” he hummed, attempting to make fun of you as he slid his sunglasses down and liked at you.

“Take them off,” you laughed, lunging over towards him to try and grab them from off of his face, but he was too quick for you to do so. He leaned back and laughed as you fell forwards, only to see you pouting at him.

“Come on,” you hummed,watching as he slowly slid them off of his face and folded them in his hands, “just give them to me so we can go out already.”

“Hmm,” he said, pretending to think about it before looking back at you, “no.”

“Why not?” you groaned, “i just want to go out already.”

“Alright alright,” he said, holding them out to you, “here.”

You smiled, humming a gentle ‘thank you,’ before reaching out for them. But, before you could get them, he lifted his arm up, holding them up above your head. His height advantage was something he always held over your head–quite literally in this case.

“Oh,now it’s on,” you said, pushing against his chest as he laughed, “you’re so horrible to me, and now you’re going to pay.”

I mean I just get emotional when I think about how horrible Luke would feel to see his long lost daughter again after fourteen years.

Let’s assume he thought she was dead, or she had been taken away from him forcibly and he never knew what happened to her.

He is seeing the shade of a ghost. That tiny child he once held in his arms is now a capable young woman who has been blistered by the desert heat of Jakku. Scavenging for income and means of eating something at the end of the day.

Luke looks at his daughter and he realizes he never had it worse than she did. He’d had an aunt and an uncle look after and protect him. And on the other side, Luke had Obi-Wan protecting him.

Rey was left on Jakku, counting down the days for her family to come back and tallying them on her wall. Rey licked her plate from meager meals she was given. Rey could barely remember her family, only that she remained assured they would come back, and they never did until she was summoned to the lightsaber that belonged to Luke and Anakin.

“That lightsaber was Luke’s and his father’s before him… And now, it calls to you.”

Big line. Dead giveaway.

Luke is going to blame himself for her heartache in every aspect and he is going to be the dad he never had, cuz I know this guy felt so much emptiness regarding his biological mother and father. If Rey isn’t a Skywalker, then they didn’t need to keep it a secret for two years.

I hate the mystery box bullshit. But what is obvious tends to occur in Star Wars. And even if you fight that basic knowledge of “VADER BEING LUKE’S DAD WAS SUPER SURPRISING” I just… 

Star Wars is notable as a family space drama from that moment on in 1980.

If you are trying to tell me that OUT OF ALL THE COMPANIES IN THE WORLD, Disney wouldn’t choose to continue the Skywalker legacy, I want you to clap yourself against the forehead. Skywalkers = Star Wars. Sorry not sorry.

*spoilers for GotG Vol 2*

I think what really upset me was that Rocket already had to watch Groot die. Like I know he saved him and we’ve all been blessed™ with baby Groot, but just when Rocket felt most alone/most misunderstood, suddenly Yondu came along and turned out to be that one person that can really relate to what the poor animal had to live with his whole life.

And when Yondu told Rocket that he needed to stay behind to help Quill, I could see that Rocket knew: Quill was the only one who would make it back to the ship.

And get this, when everyone yelled at Rocket and asked him where Quill was, he just said “I can only lose one friend today.” I wondered if he was talking about Quill, but what if he meant Yondu? He knew that Yondu went to save Quill. Which means he believed that Quill, at least, would return. He could tell by the look on Yondu’s face that Yondu was going to sacrifice himself to get Quill out of there alive.

Just like Groot did the first time.

Except Rocket couldn’t save Yondu like he saved Groot

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Fairy Tail Dragon Cry Spoilers

Hello guys, so today in Japan, Fairy Tail Dragon Cry released. I have seen spoilers a lot today but some I would love to share with you. 


First spoiler, is the starry sky scene. I love it, and I honestly can’t wait to see the movie itself.


Second spoiler, according to a translator on twitter, Natsu says “What do you see? (How do I look?) Lucy…” and Lucy responds with, “Natsu…” and he smiles, “Your definetely natsu” Which makes me scream because I didn’t think that would be her response actually because people were speculating this since we saw the first two trailers and natsu said, “Lucy, What do I look like to you?”


Third Spoiler… I uhh really don’t know what’s going on here but I am pretty sure Lucy was chained up by one of the royal people and Fairy Tail came to the rescue especially Natsu becayse he is the one who broke the chain and now is carrying her it seems.


Forth Spoiler, Lucy in this seems to be crying at first I thought that dude which if I am not mistaken’s name is Zash but I am not completely for sure since I have been mainly looking at the trailers. It seems as if he is threatening her and that’s when it looks like the wall is opened because of who I think is Natsu because he wants to save his bae. (Nalu shipper here duh)


So I translated this page actually! in the first panel natsu is actually screaming: ARGH!!!! Lucy see’s him and says “Natsu?” and as he is going towards whoever, Lucy says “Natsu…Your a bit late!” 


i WAS WAY TO LAZY TO TRANSLATE this page honestly but Natsu is carrying Lucy and I am pretty sure this is the scene was saw from Trailer 3. 


I didn’t translate this one either but yeah, here’s another spoiler.


I don’t know if this is the scene that people have been posting all over instagram where we do see Natsu hold Lucy or if this is just him collapsing in her arms and her confront him. It could honestly be two different scenes or like I said the one I have been seeing ALL OVER instagram that made me scream this morning, lmao.


This is the starry night scene I’m pretty sure. The first attempt of my translations for this, Natsu said “We had a relationship together, and I lost it… Lucy.” and then at the Lucy’s panel had said, “A stella Starry Sky.” and then the one with them looking off said “Love” or “It is cute.” Which I don’t know if this means anything or if I screwed up freaking bad translating but whatever I tried dudes.


The attempt to TRANSLATE this was like me trying to swim, it was drowning me. For natsu’s head and lucy looking up to it, I couldn’t get his translation but for her I got “I will do it. You guard by the guard watch…” and then I also got the translations : “There is nothing more than a crowd, so its hard to emphatize with me… and others…. oh yeah, it must be true.” and for Natsu I got :Come here, here it is/ Rescue Loya (Which is probaly actually Sonya) Actually is the code name.” Which didn’t really make sense to me but I tried. 


MY REACTION AFTER THESE : 

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COME HERE FASTER!! IT DOESN’T RELEASE IN THE USA TILL JUNE 6TH AND I WANT IT TO COME AS FAST AS ADAM LEVINE HITTING THE I WANT YOU BUTON

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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I’m sorry no I’m not but bro

can we just take the time to acknowledge Sasuke’s face when Nardo gets hurt!?

Like LOOK AT HIM BRO.

Good Girls Go Bad

Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes? 

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: swearing, smut


Originally posted by evanstansource


You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.

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in a hundred lifetimes, i’d choose you

One foot in the grave

From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.

Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah sure.”
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
“Yeah Lance?”
“Thanks.”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.

spaces in between (m)

Pairing: Fratboy!Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: When you were maddeningly in love with your best friend/fuck buddy, bringing him as a date to a wedding was probably not the best idea.

Genre/Count: Smut & Fluff [ NC-17 ]   |   11.7k words

Note: alkewrjaer so excited to finally post this after sitting in my drafts for years. meet m’boy fuccboi!hoseok.


It was never a good idea and you should’ve stopped it from the first time, or the first week, the first month, before it went too far. But you didn’t. You were sucked into his world and him into yours. Although your lives were entangled from the very beginning, it was never meant to go this far.

Hoseok pushed himself into you again, feeling the tightness wrapping snugly around him as he released a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so good.” He buried his face in your neck as you twisted your fingers into the soft strands of his chocolate locks. He growled and thrusted into you over and over, bringing you to the edge. “Babe, shit. Goddamn, you’re so tight. Pussy always so good for me. Only for me.” He jerked his hips particularly hard, hitting that delicious spot inside of you. “Tell me.”

“Only for you,” you echoed in a gasp, head thrown back as your body arched off the bed. His mouth captured one of your peaks. The heat a contrast against the cool of his room. His abs, defined and beautiful, were layered by a sheen layer of sweat as he pounded into you. Moans tumbled from both your lips, swallowed by his mouth covering yours.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, nipping his way down your jaw and your neck. He knew you hated it when he marked you, hated it because everyone could see. What he didn’t know was that you mostly hated it because it made things more real than it actually was. A whine left your lips as he continued to print shades of blue onto the canvas of your skin. “I’m so close, babe, come with me.”

And you would. You always did, after all. Your fingers found purchase on his broad shoulders as he moved faster, pushing into you deeper and harder. The tension coiled in your stomach as the electricity coursed through your veins and straight to the space between your thighs, space filled by, and only by, Hoseok. The orgasm wracked shudders in your body as you let out a cry, the same time Hoseok groaned into your neck. Heavy breaths heaved your chest as Hoseok pulled out with a small grunt and slumped onto the space next to you.

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes. The deafening emptiness drawing your fears forward. It always happened. No matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him, you’ve regretted every single one. The two of you were stuck in this limbo with too many questions and not a single answer.

Answers you sought and answers he couldn’t give.

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170512-14 EXO Cup Japan opening Q&A: Kyungsoo cut

170512: 

Q. The member that acts like a child most?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. Xiumin, 2. Chanyeol, 3. Chen

Jongin: 1. D.O., 2. Sehun, 3. Chen

Q. If the anime One Piece were made into a live-action show, which member would fit the part of Luffy the most?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. Kai, 2. Baekhyun, 3. Chen

Q. Which member is most likely to give up an accessory if they’re running short, saying he’ll be fine?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. Baekhyun, 2. Xiumin, 3. Sehun. Other members all chose Kyungsoo. 27% of fans also chose him while 1% chose Baekhyun.

Suho asked D.O. if Baekhyun is considerate of him and after thinking, he said “He is. Baekhyun-san is kind.” 

Q. Which member would be the first to run out of a haunted house?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. D.O., 2. Xiumin, 3. Baekhyun. Xiumin had D.O. at 3rd.

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inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Tantalizing

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding
Word Count: 5,965

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So many feelings about this whole speech! I just don’t think I am articulate enough to put it into words properly.

Darling Sammy is such a true leader, such an inspiration. Even the people who might hate him will follow him to battle. It just breaks my heart that Sam blames himself for the British Men of Letters disaster; that he is taking responsibility for something he had no control over. Sam Winchester is his own biggest critic.

This was such a powerful moment. I also love that look of pride in Dean’s face. He is 100% behind Sam and is fully supportive and have faith in him. His willingness to let Sam go on his own to face that battle speaks for itself. This episode just reinforced why I love these two characters so much and why they mean so much to me.

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I was warm.

Redemption // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: Jungkook scenario when your pregnant unplan baby he finds the test when you get home he starts yelling, blaming you throwing things,tells you to gtfo of his life with the baby saying fucked up things. So you leave Korea 3 year later you come back with your daughter and you guys see each other again he tries to win you back angst beginning but fluff ending?

words: 8942

category: heavy angst + fluff ending

author note: it’s time to see how good destinee’s character development skills are. also y/n didn’t leave, jungkook did. hope that’s okay. im so proud of myself for writing this?? I didn’t give up and I’m glad i didn’t. anyway, this took forever to write you can literally see my writing improve as you keep reading its kind of funny anyway let’s go!

- destinee

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