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The Real Man of Steel

Pairing: Clark/Superman x Reader

Request:  Hi, Could you write a Superman smut? Like have it really fluffy at the start. Maybe that Clark is really awkward, so is reader. maybe that reader finds out that he is Superman in this? Maybe while they are having sex and his grip is too strong

Smut: Yes

Words: 2673

Requests are open!

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Originally posted by sir-henry-cavill

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Silence Speaks

Summary: Another quiet, sweet moment between these two beans during their travels. Blank period.

A/N: Clearly I have an obsession with the subtle, fleeting moments between these two. But I think it’s in these moments that their relationship progresses the most. I wrote this in like 10 min so it’s super short but I have finals coming up in the next two weeks and this scene came to me out of no where so there’s really no context just a bunch of fluff. Let me know what you guys think, hopefully my writing is starting to improve a teeny bit!!


Sakura finishes her examination of his eyes with no new prognosis. This was good news, as it meant that Sasuke’s eyesight continued to remain stable.

They had fell into a certain comfort with one another since their travels together began to stretch into long months. As was such, the nature of this specific examination meant that she had to be close to him, and he felt no discomfort at that. He sits with his back against a wall, one knee bent and the other leg laying straight at a slight angle, allowing her room between them to be close enough in front of him to conduct her examination. He notices now that she is quiet, lingering there in her spot before him.

She takes advantage of the moment, of their close proximity to one another. They didn’t have many, so she took the opportunities when they came. Intertwining her fingers with his she begins to place soft, sweet kisses on his face. His nose, his brow, his cheek, his chin, his jaw, the corner of his lips. At first she is hesitant, unsure of whether he’d push her away, whether he’d resist her innocent gestures, be overwhelmed by her presence, by her love.

He stays still, relaxed, watching her. However, when she puts her hand on his neck, she can feel that his pulse has quickened. Pausing her actions to search his eyes for signs of anxiety or discomfort, she finds that although he seems content, she is unable to read him. She presses her lips to his forehead softly, hoping that her thoughts and emotions can be conveyed to him in this small and simple way. She loves him with her whole being. She’d give, do, be anything for him. She was his and always would be, whether he decided to take her or not.

It’s like he can feel her love emanating from her body, warming the places where her skin touched his. The texture of their calloused hands pressed together, her knee accidentally brushing against his inner thigh, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, the soft skin of her lips leaving warm traces of her over the contours and angles of his face. With each kiss, he feels as though she imparts a small piece of her own soul to him, pressing to him the feelings that cannot be manifested into words. She loves him, deeply. He can undoubtedly confirm this, and that makes his heart begin to pace faster.

What had he done to deserve a love so pure, so selfless? In all of the things he saw her do, Sakura gave a piece of herself. Feeling that intention was an entirely different, and new, experience. She had endless love, and she was willing, no, wanting to pour it into him. All he had to do was accept.

She pulls back from the forehead kiss, looking into his gaze once more, searching his mismatched eyes for her answer. He tightens his grip on her hand, deciding that he would accept her feelings, that he’d do anything to protect those feelings, that he would nurture his own feelings for her and allow them to continue to grow. He would return her intentions, because he was grateful to her for never giving up on him. He would take her as she was, because there was no other way he’d have her. He’d protect that innocence and purity in her character. He was determined to make her happy, the way she had just made him.

He makes the connection, realizing that this is the reason behind his elevated heart rate. It seems as though Sakura reaches the same conclusion moments later, as she begins to smile at him. Try as he might to suppress it, this silent affirmation between them brings a faint blush to his cheeks, and he has to resist the urge to turn away from her. He’d had moments of vulnerability in front of her, but none of this magnitude.

She pulls gently away from his hold on her hand, replacing both hands on his cheeks. His hand naturally finds its way to the small of her back, his pull on her as undeniable as gravity. Rubbing her thumb across his skin lovingly, her face is brought closer to his. Her lips hover in front of his momentarily before he closes the space between them.

She was his, that much was true. She’d learn in time that he was also unquestionably hers.

The Lucky One Pt 4

Characters: reader, Marjorie (reader’s mom), Bucky (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, mention of a certain other Avenger.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: a little angst, SO MUCH FLUFF, ex being a jerk. Super light violence? Maybe? Tiny cliffhanger. 

Word Count: 3.7k (this one got away from me, but you’ll see why :D )

A/N: Eee!! So excited about this part! Originally for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge, which has ended, but I’m continuing on my own just for fun. I chose the movie “The Lucky One” and I’m really excited about it! Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :)

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Previously:

“I don’t know much about my family. They’ve been gone for a while.”

Feeling a tug at your heart, you felt badly for bringing it up. “I’m sorry.”

He put on a brave smile, meeting your eyes. “It happens. Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” you replied, offering a smile in return. You watched his figure retreat into the dark and then closed the door behind you. It was only after he was gone that you realized tomorrow was Sunday and his day off. Would he actually show up and refuse a day free from work again? You couldn’t allow that. There were labor laws, after all. And yet…part of you hoped to see him sooner than Monday. Knowing him only a few weeks, the man was still a mystery, but each clue given had you aching for more.  

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The morning sun rose crisp and clear on Sunday, your ears tuned to any outdoor noises. Unexpected disappointment creeped into your mind to find silence. You had become accustomed to the early sounds of James sawing, hammering, or tossing bales of hay onto the ground outside the stables this early. You weren’t really surprised, given that it was Sunday, but the promised words of “See you in the morning” echoed in your mind from last night.

Shaking off this odd feeling, you climbed out of bed and pulled on a cozy sweater before descending the stairs toward the kitchen. Soon you had pancakes on the griddle and all the other breakfast fixin’s on the table. The delicious smells roused the rest of the house, soon hearing your mother’s shuffling feet along with the frantic scamper of your energetic boy approaching.

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Picking Favorites

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Bucky Barnes, Nat Romanov, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson.

Warning: Language – otherwise just silly, goofyness.

Meeting the Avengers in the bar, as a fan you already know your favorite, but when they ask you don’t get a chance to answer before they get lost in their own argument of who’s better.

Tony lets out a low whistle as he sets his drink down, his eyes on the girl moving across the bar.

“Well than,” Nat’s eyebrows shoot up.

“What?” Steve looks around.

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Send in questions for my Q&A, and send as many as you want about anything! Nothing is too personal.

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Summary: You start settling in with the Avengers and in the Stark Tower as you now live with your dad, Bruce. Your first day turns into more of an adventure than you expected as you and Peter risk getting late for school.

Warnings: None.

Words: 4 343 (Longest thing I’ve ever written!)

A/N: This is part 2 because I loved the request so much and the idea for the story! This is also very long which I don’t personally mind! Hope you like it and please tell me if you want more of this!

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“And here is the op-room.” Peter said and opened up the door to show a room filled with a dozen screens, both big and small. In the middle there was a table which also appeared to be a screen, chairs circling it. “Here we plan our missions and a bunch of other stuff. Don’t use the big screen for watching TV though…”

She was about to ask whether he warned her because he had personal experience or not when he shut the door and continued the tour. She was thankful for that he showed her around to say the least. The Tower was massive and she really didn’t want to get lost inside the place where she lived.

“And here we have Bruce’s lab- I mean, your dad’s lab.” Peter corrected himself, calling Bruce someone’s dad being more than strange to him. He shook his head clear and opened up the door.

Y/N stepped inside. Peter tried to stop her from entering from being told not to go inside any of the labs himself without specific permission, but she was out of his reach. She looked around the room which was kept tidy and organized. It reflected her dad perfectly if one knew where to look and what to look for. Peter just saw a room. Y/N could see traces of her dad everywhere.

“You’re quite good with all of this, aren’t you?” Peter asked as she continued further inside the spacious laboratory.

She looked back at him and watched him motion around him to the various screens, tools and machines that spotted the lab.

“I mean obviously you are, considering how you got the scholarship for C.U’s annual Future Scientist recognition.” Peter rolled his eyes as he now found that his question had been rather stupid.

“I’d like to think I am, but you should never grade your own capability. You either think too highly of yourself or you completely misjudge your work.” She said the same thing her biology professor had told her the first week of high school. For some reason, it had stuck with her. Perhaps it had left such a big impact since she had always been judged at home and therefor she had done it herself? She couldn’t put a finger on it.

Peter blinked a few times, taken back by her words of wisdom. “Well, I’m still going to go ahead and guess that you are because of what I just said, and because of what I’ve seen in school.”

As she was about to return the kind words, the door to the lab opened up and Tony stepped inside with a folder in his hand. He stopped in his track as he realized the room wasn’t empty or occupied by Dr. Banner himself.

“What are you two doing snooping around here? Or you, at least?” He nudged his head at Peter who froze, opening and closing his mouth in search of words. “Could you leave for a minute, Spidey?”

Peter was heading for the door before Tony could even finish his sentence. Y/N remained put, swallowing down her worry and anxiousness.

Tony turned towards her as Peter was out of the lab, laying down the file in his hand on the nearby desk. “Banner…” He said seriously before letting out a small chuckle. “It sounds strange to call you that and not your old man.”

“Well, it’s only been nine hours since you first met me, so…” She looked down at the watch around her wrist to count the hours exactly. “Maybe it’s not so strange?”

“Maybe not.” He smiled, walking further into the lab and stopping by one of the screens which was off. “You look an eerily a lot like your father, yet you still manage to be pretty somehow. It takes a real miracle to do something like that.”

“Don’t say that in front of him.” She warned jokingly.

“You’re a lot like him too, personality wise, I mean… Hopefully you don’t mind, but… I might have looked you up.” Tony confessed, glancing back to her. She didn’t know what he could have found, but she liked to believe she had nothing to hide. Of course, it’s always easy to say that when you can’t recall if you have something worth hiding.

Tony suddenly made the screen before him light up and pulled its image to the center of the lab in the shape of a hologram. On the screen there was a picture of Y/N two years prior, smiling widely and holding a chrome statue in her left hand and shaking her right one with a middle aged man.

“That’s you and Preston Lance, chief executive officer of GAST, or Global Association of Science and Technology, as they’re also known as… You received their award for Brightest Mind. That’s one of the most difficult awards they give out, and you’re just a high school student.”

He turned towards her, squinting slightly like he was thinking about doing something. Y/N didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know Tony apart from the little she had managed to catch from the news and local papers. To be honest, she knew a lot more about Iron Man than Tony Stark.

“What does the total mass-energy contain according to the standard model of cosmology?”

“4.9% ordinary matter, 26.8% dark matter and 68.3% dark energy.” She answered before her brain had barely processed what Tony had just asked her.

“How many grams of Astatine-211 can be found in the earth’s crust at a time?” He continued.

“Trick question. Neither Astatine-211 or the most stable isotope, Astatine-210, can be found naturally. Approximately one gram appears in earth’s crust at a time and it consists of the isotopes -215, -217, -218 and -219.” She answered confidently, tilting her head with a faint smile.

“How many watts does the sun produce a second.”

“3.8 times 10 to the power of 33.” She answered again, knowing she was right and never doubting it.

Tony kept watching her, amazed. “How is it that a high school senior know things like that like the back of her hand? And don’t tell me it’s because you’re interested.”

“It is to some degree.” She admitted, glancing up at the picture of her receiving the GAST award. “I’m not that cunning in the field of human anatomy and more specifically in genetics, but I have to believe that I’ve gotten my brains from Bruce… I became interested at an early age, and as I didn’t have any friends to worry about or a mom that supported me, I spent as many hours I possibly could in school or with school work. Before I knew it, I was head deep in science fair projects and math equations, and I loved it.”

Tony looked down at the floor, feeling bad for asking. “I promise you’ll find support here.” He assured her to her surprise. She didn’t think he would be so kind so openly to what essentially was a stranger. “Did Bruce show you your workshop?”

She stuttered at first, still a bit surprised by his words. “Ehm, no. He haven’t gotten around to it.” She answered and watched as Tony removed the projectile screen and began to head out of the lab.

“Then let me.” He held the door open for her and motioned further down the hallway. “When Bruce asked me for a free place to work I though he was going to get an assistant, like he has said he has needed a few times, so I hope you don’t mind working close to your dad.”

Tony stopped outside of the next door in line after her dad’s lab, gesturing her to enter. She could feel her heart begin to accelerate as she reached her hand out for the door handle, opening slowly.

Inside was a lab equal in size to her dad’s. It was free of miscellaneous items and clutter and was a clean slate for her to fill with whatever her heart desired, she imagined. “This is too much.” She said breathlessly, walking inside with eager steps.

Tony shook his head. “I don’t know if you didn’t hear yourself about thirty seconds ago, but a mind as bright as yours deserves somewhere where thoughts can be processed into projects. Plus, have you seen the size of this place? You can have five more workshops and labs if you so wished.”

She didn’t know what to say. The closest thing to a lab she had ever had was her old bedroom, which had been far from suitable to build all the things she wanted to build.

Her eyes roamed over a long desk when she noticed her portable generator laying on top of it. She pointed at it, clueless. “That’s my-”

“Generator.” Tony completed her sentence. He walked up to the desk and picked the mechanism up, taking a closer look at it again. “I brought it here on your dad’s request. I have to say, I’m impressed. How does it work?”

She smiled wider, more than willing to explain. She had never had someone that wasn’t a teacher of hers asking about her projects. Her mom despised them, had even destroyed a few in hatred, and no one else had cared either.

“It’s pretty much self running. All it needs is a spark to ignite the engine and it’s off.”

“How strong of a spark?”

“1.2 usually does the trick, so I use simple AA batteries to power it up, then the magnets begin to accelerate until it reaches a capacity of about 250 volts, so I used to have it for my computer.” She explained and pointed to the areas she spoke about, removing the removable shell on one of the side to show the actual generator within.

“That’s amazing…” Tony looked at the generator and at the unique mechanism she had constructed. “Better magnets, a bigger spark, and this thing could supply a lot more than a computer.”

“Actually, now that you mention it…” She dug out her phone from her pocket and searched for the image of a more sustainable and powerful version of her generator which she had designed. “I made this.”

As she leaned over to Tony to show her the small screen, Tony suddenly reached his hands out before her and somehow managed to make her old phone project into the air. She wasn’t going to ask how he could possibly do that. She would simply accept the fact that he could and that he had.

She cleared her throat. “I’m thinking that two EM’s would replace the regular magnets and that the copper wires should be replaced with tungsten wiring.”

“Copper is easier to work with and a lot cheaper.” Tony argued, scratching his chin as he concentrated.

“True, but since this version would use electromagnets, the wiring needs to be able to take some heat.”

Tony raised his brows, pouting out of approval and impressiveness. “And if something can take the heat…”

“It’s tungsten.” She nodded when the door suddenly opened once again and Bruce walked in.

“Look at you, already working with the big boss.” He smiled, putting his hands in the pockets of his open lab coat and walking through the doorframe.

“She’s a wonder child.” Tony stated, moving the screen around in the air to turn it towards Bruce. “Look at this.”

Bruce fumbled to quickly put on his glasses, examining the detailed prototype Y/N had drawn, his eyes slowly widening. “You did this?” He looked through the screen to his daughter.

“It’s the same concept as my current generator, just with a few upgrades I couldn’t afford when making the one I have.” She smiled nervously, hoping that the smartest man she knew and one on an equally as high level would like her design.

“It’s incredible.” Bruce nodded his head up and down. “You should make this whenever you have the time for it.”

The door opened, again, and Peter was back. He hesitantly peaked his head inside. “I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be in here-”

“This is my workshop.” Y/N cut him off. “You can be here if you like.”

Peter tried not to smile, tried to hide his joy, but it was difficult. His mind was in other places however and he didn’t have time to focus on where he was allowed to be and where he wasn’t. He had to focus on where he needed to be.

“Thanks, but we really need to leave…” He ushered, waving his hands as if asking her to hurry up.

“What? Where- oh god… School.” She realized, eyes snapping down to her watch only to realize that school started in half an hour and the subway from Manhattan to Forest Hills would take forty minutes alone. “I’ve never been late!”

Y/N practically ran for the door, flying by Bruce in pure panic.

“Mr. Stark-”

“For the hundredth time Peter, I’m not giving you a ride to school in the Quinjet.” Tony didn’t even let Peter finish his sentence as he already knew what the teen would say.

“Dad, I can’t be late.” Y/N stopped by the door, hands flying into her hair in frustration.

“Just report in sick?” Tony suggested like it was no big deal. Bruce knew his daughter however and knew she would never want to lie about being sick.

“Come on Y/N, I’ll fix it somehow.” Peter suddenly changed his attitude, becoming calmer. Puzzled and still in panic, she simply left her workshop with Peter. As the door closed, he grabbed a hold of her arm and began to run down the hall, pulling her with him.

“What are you doing?” She protested but still followed behind him.

He smiled, taking two steps at a time as they came to the stairs. “I’m hurrying to get to school.”

“Were not going to make it.” She explained, wondering if Peter simply refused to believe that fact or if he was planning on defying Tony.

He let go as they came to the floor of everyone’s rooms but she kept up with him still. He opened up the door to his own room, running inside whilst she slowed down for a second, even more lost as she watched him open up his wardrobe. He carelessly pulled his shirt off and she quickly cleared her throat, reminding him she was still there.

“Oh- I… Just look away for a second…” He laughed nervously and continued to strip after Y/N had turned the other way. Her heart was racing both from running and from stressing. She had never missed school or been late with the only exception being three days in fourth grade when she had the flu. As school was the only thing that had been truly consistent in her life as well as her major interest, it meant a lot to her, more than most people realized. She didn’t know what she would do if she was late, no matter how dramatic that sounded.

“Okay…” Peter dragged out and Y/N slowly began to turn around. As her eyes landed on him, her mouth dropped.

“Holy…” She gasped, bluntly approaching and placing her hand on Peter’s chest to feel the material of his Spider-Man suit. He had yet to put on the mask that was in his hand, but she didn’t care about seeing the complete look. She was interested in the technical aspect of his attire. “That’s epic.”

Peter smiled again, the right corner of his mouth quirking up. “I’ll let you try it on some time, but as of right now, this is your ride to school.” He motioned up and down his body. She removed her hand and looked up into his eyes but they were covered quickly as he put the mask on. It was loose and baggy, and she was about to comment on its design, when the material suddenly stretched to a perfect fit.

“Okay…” Her smile disappeared. “That’s not even funny. That’s too cool.”

“Alright Y/N! Thank you very much, but like you, I also don’t want to be late for school. Forget going by train. We’re going by rooftops today.” He walked to the large window of his room, grabbing his backpack along the way.

“You’re going to carry me?” She questioned as she saw him hold out his arm, more than against the idea. “You’re going to swing around rooftops… With me? No way… You’re going to drop me!”

“I won’t! Look… I may not look like much, but I swear on my own life that I will not drop you.” His tone was too sincere for her not to believe him. Somehow for some reason, she trusted him. She barely knew him when they were only in school together and hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know him any more in the nine hours she had spent in the Stark Tower, but she trusted him. She had seen footage of what Spider-Man could do. She would be fine, no matter if she believed that herself or not.

“Okay…” She gave in, letting out a shaky breath. “But wait… What about my face?”

Peter pulled his head back. “What about it?”

“It’s rather unmasked, if you can’t tell.” She waved her hand in front of her face as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place for Peter.

“Oh! Right, right… Ehm…” He looked around the room, practically hearing a ticking clock in his head that made it no easier for him to calm down. Finally, his eyes landed on a black beanie on the floor. He snatched it and walked to his desk, cutting out two, rough, holes for her eyes close to the rim. “Here.”

She pulled it on without question. The material reached the bridge of her nose and her eyes aligned with the holes well enough. She looked up at Peter. “Do I look like a superhero now?” She smiled, Peter doing the same even if she couldn’t tell.

“Absolutely.” He nodded before walking back to the window and opening it up. A gush of wind welled inside. Peter walked out on the steep ledge and motioned for her to follow. She was scared, she wouldn’t lie, but she somehow managed to keep that to herself as she grabbed her bag and walked forward.

She stepped out on the ledge and carefully moved to the side so Peter could join her and close the window. The busy streets of New York were small lines a gut-wrenching ninety three floors below them, the cars seeming no larger than ants.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked and without processing the true meaning of what “ready” meant in that moment, she nodded. She didn’t have time to mentally prepare herself. She had algebra in twenty five minutes and 8.6 miles to cross before that. “Okay, I’m going to wrap my arm around you.”

She felt his arm snake around her back underneath her backpack, his hand holding onto her waist strongly. Without hesitation she wrapped both her arms around his chest, locking her hands together so harshly that her knuckles were turning white.

“Alright, just see it as a bandaid. It’s better to just get it over with.” Peter warned her and Y/N couldn’t take the anticipation any longer.

“Just go Peter, damn it!”

He leaned his weight forward and they tipped of the ledge. She held her breath, softly shutting her eyes and letting the breath out as a hollow feeling filled her stomach. As she heard a whistling noise she opened her eyes, seeing a long string shooting out of the small bracelet around Peter’s wrist and striking the corner of a nearby rooftop. They swung down a street with tall buildings on either side of them, Peter constantly shooting and cutting loose the strings that carried them forward.

She was surprised by how effortlessly he carried them both, especially since it became extra heavy in the constant swinging due to the g-force kicking in accordingly. She felt her fear leave her body as she could tell that Peter would keep his promise of not dropping her. She felt herself smile involuntarily as they flew across rooftops and between buildings like something out of a bizarre dream.

She let out a long “woo” of excitement, going through what she guessed would be the closest thing to flying she would ever experience, and loving every second of it. Peter laughed, swinging them up once more as they approached the Queensboro Bridge.

“I’ve got this!” He yelled to make his voice heard as they came closer and closer to the water. As the bridge structure became the only thing for Peter to grip onto, he shot his web at one of the two, closest, pillars. She tightened her grip around him as they began to lower in altitude, Peter clearly aiming to go underneath the bridge and not across it.

They flew only a few feet above the water and as the web got wrapped around the bridge itself, they began to fly up, creating a full circle around the structure. He did the same thing for the next set of pillars until they were across.

She had a hard time believing that she wasn’t dreaming. They were already in Queens. If they had taken the train, they wouldn’t even be halfway off Manhattan. The wind howled around her, her body feeling light whenever Peter would heave he two of them upwards. It was so surreal that she would have pinched herself if she hadn’t clung to Peter so fanatically.

“Forest Hill in sight!” Peter called out and pointed to the distance in between cutting loose the previous string and quickly shooting out a new one.

Y/N could see the green patch which was Flushing Meadows Corona Park for sure, meaning they weren’t far away at all. She stretched her neck forward slightly to try and see her watch which was hiding slightly behind Peter’s chest. She managed to get a glimpse of it, not knowing the exact time by the minute, but guessing their journey had taken about twenty minutes instead of the forty plus it would have taken with normal traveling means.

As they came up to the same block as their school, Peter squeezed his hand at Y/N’s waist to get her attention. “Just hold on!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She squeezed her arms around Peter as he continued to hold onto the web which was a bit longer than the other ones. They swung close enough to the street below that Y/N could see every pedestrian turning up to look into the sky.

Peter kept holding on as they began to swing further up and all the way until their speed began to decrease. It was all Peter’s plan however. They came up to the side of a building and due to his expert timing, the string of web began to swing them back as if had reached its highest point when they were a few inches above the roof.

Peter landed softly and carefully placed Y/N down. She withdrew her arms from him as he did the same with her. He removed his mask, smiling awkwardly as he realized how close they had been to one another. She thought of it to, but she was too happy to be shy and awkward. To Peter’s surprise, and partially her own, she wrapped her arms around him again but hugged him instead of clinging onto him for her life.

His cheeks flushed red instantly, his body frozen through out the entire hug. She took a step back, removing her own mask and adjusting her hair. “Thank you.”

“Ah- no problem.” He stuttered, watching her as she inspected her makeshift mask.

“I’m gonna keep this.” She waved the ruined beanie in her hand, letting out a small chuckle. “I might need a ride home.”

He huffed, shaking his head with a big smile. He thought she would have been different. She was so quiet in class, dull, seeming so insanely focused on her studies. He would have though she would squeal and squirm during the entire time that he took her to school in his Spider-Man way, but she had loved it. Anyone who could have seen them would have been able to tell that she had. He was pleasantly surprised.

“You should probably change.” She said, looking up and down his body which was still tightly wrapped in his suit.

“Probably.” He agreed, putting down his backpack on the gravel roof and digging out his clothes. He threw on his normal attire on top of his suit, making sure that it was hidden completely underneath before picking his bag up again. “Alright, there’s a fire escape over here.”

He wakes to the edge of the roof to where multiple ladders and platforms on the side of building created a perfect way down.

“You’ve done this before, I take it?” She questioned as he seemed to know exactly where to go. He helped her to get down to the first ladder as he nodded.

A few times…” He confessed, not wanting to even begin to guess how many times it had really been. He wasn’t the best at keeping track of time. More times than not he found himself having too little time to get to school. Since Tony or anyone else refused to dust off the Quinjet, he was left no other choice but to suit up.

He waited until she was on the second ladder until he too began to climb down. They made it down safely, the pedestrians on the street outside of the alley they came down still looking up in hopes to see Spider-Man again.

“Come on, this way.” Peter pulled at her arm slightly and pointed to the back of the building. She followed him around the back to a second alley which they emerged from, their school in front of them.

“Five minutes to go.” She smiled after looking down at her watch, merging with the waves of students that headed for the entrance. They headed inside themselves, blending in with the crowd perfectly. She couldn’t help but be curious as to what everyone around her could be up to without her knowing. She had just gotten a lift to school from Spider-Man, and no one but Peter knew. It made her wonder.

She stopped by her locker and quickly grabbed her algebra book before following Peter to his locker. He grabbed his English book, silently wishing he would have had algebra with Y/N instead of English on his own.

“How about we meet at lunch?” She suggested as they walked by one another’s side down the crowded hallway. She hoped she wasn’t pushing their friendship forward too fast. She had never really had friends, which to some degree had been her own choice, but she had not had them nevertheless. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to act or what to say when it came to Peter, but she simply went with the flow and hoped that it would suffice.

Peter didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t exactly the popular guy. Having someone so smart and kind who knew him both as Peter and Spider-Man, who loved to fly along skyscrapers and willingly took extra science lessons, was almost too good to be true.


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Feels Like Home: Chapter 1 - When We Were Young

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Characters- Reader, Maisie the dog, Missouri, RodeoCowboy!Dean
Warnings- None
Word Count- 1,123
Summary- It’s a usual day until a face from your past shows up. You never thought you’d see him again, but fate seems to have other ideas.
A/N- The first in this series! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all since it’s been in the planning stages since January. I had some computer troubles, but luckily I’ve been able to get it working enough to write, so all’s well. It’s all outlined, so I’m just so excited to finally share!

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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!!! I’m only tagging my Dean taglist in this first part, so if you want to continue to be tagged or start being tagged in this series, you have to sign up to the series taglist !!!


Squinting against the sunlight filtering in through your windows, you sigh before glaring at the beeping alarm on your nightstand. You’d done all the chores you’d needed to the night before, just to spend an extra hour or two in bed this morning. You should have known they’d fly right on by.

Your morning is much the same as always- get up and ready to do some chores before you head out to breakfast at Missouri’s Diner. Your small horse ranch requires daily maintenance, all of which you take care of yourself. Hauling hay, feeding the horses, daily grooming, cleaning stalls- all are a part of your daily chore list.

You open your front door to a bright dawn, bright orangey-yellows melting into blue. The sight brings a small smile to your face, thinking of all the people who are too busy stuck behind a desk to ever see the beauty of a fresh new day. Running a ranch may be hard work, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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aight friendos so while i’m in the process of catchin up with stuff i will attempt to compensate for never writing by giving u dis- jerome fluff (requested by @sideblogsfordaysss )

i’ve had the concept of the reader being in arkham (while she isn’t criminally insane, she does have bpd and lashed out at the wrong person at the wrong time) and is trying to keep to herself and be let out on good behavior/no signs of insanity, but catches our favorite ginger’s eye ((((-;

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In retrospect, maybe this was all your fault. After all, it was you who made the decision to go off of your meds during lacrosse season. It was an extremely unhealthy choice, sure, but you had figured that the aggression that came with Borderline Personality Disorder would be helpful on the field. It was, to an extent, until some pretentious high school boy made an obnoxious comment during one of your games.

That particular game was pretty successful; your team had won and you and a group of friends were going to go get ice cream to celebrate. On your way up from the field, you heard that absolute prick call out, “Hey babe, smile more,“ and then proceed to smack your ass. Immediately, your lacrosse stick connected to hit face you you managed to give him a black eye and a broken nose before anyone was able to pull you away from him. Unfortunately, the guy came from a highly wealthy family of lawyers, who threatened to either pressed charges on you and your family or manage to convince the judge to sentence 6 months in Arkham Asylum. You didn’t want to cause any more problems for your family and make them pay for your mistake, so you asked your family lawyer to go with the Arkham option. You would be put on a program called DBT, and you promised yourself you would do absolutely everything in your power to get out as soon as humanly possible.

You learned, very early on, that as long as you kept to yourself in the corner of the rec room, nobody would bother you. You read the same pile of magazines every day, unless you family, friends, or your lawyer (occasionally) came to visit you and fill you in on what had been happening lately. Those days were few and far between, but sometimes your lawyer would come and she’d give you music and books; she convinced the judge to grant special treatment since this was your first offense, you showed remorse, and you were a minor.

One day, the way you had envisioned your whole sentence doing was completely disintegrated when a boy, no more than 18, came to the asylum and was automatically intrigued by you. He had ginger hair, a wicked smile, and a hell of a lot of issues. You really didn’t even notice he was there until he bothered you in your corner one day.

You were kept to yourself, curled up, headphones on and reading Americanah when you felt a finger tap your knee. You stopped your music and looked up from your book.

It was the ginger, only a few inches away from your face, grinning wildly. “Hey there cutie. I’m Jerome. What’re you in for?” He had a deep voice, and when he used the particular tone he had just spoken to you with, he sounded almost… croaky. You indulged him with short, uninterested responses in the hopes that he would feel disheartened and leave you alone.

“I have BPD and got on a rich boy’s bad side.” His eyes lit up, and he questioned you further.

“Did you kill someone? I did,” he bragged, “my mom. She was a bitch, she deserved it. Did rich boy deserve it?” he questioned, chin in his hand, staring at you. He was too close and you were not a fan of it. He was cute, for sure; but the kid just bragged about killing his mother, the woman who birthed him! It was repulsive.

“I’m not answering that,” you deadpanned, and proceeded to read your book. The jerk had the nerve to take it out of your hands and hold it behind him!

“Hold on,” he said, “you can have it back when I’m done. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“(Y/n)”, you answered curtly, “give me my book back, please.”

He laughed. “Is that any way to talk to a friend?”

“You’re not my friend.”

His expression softened. “C'mon, (y/n), a girl needs a good friend in here,” he tried to reason.

“Funny, I haven’t needed one yet. And I plan to keep it that way.”

He started to stand up and walk away, shrugging. “‘Least I tried,” he said, and walked away, your book still in hand.

“Hey, wait!” you called. He turned around, grinning. “Gimme back my book!”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep this. Maybe if I read it, I’ll have something in common with my new friend (y/n)!” he exclaimed, and then went back to his table full of other inmates.

“Jerk,” you whispered incredulously. You simply picked back up a magazine and put your headphones back on, determined to move past the encounter. ‘That was a damn good book, though,’ you thought.

The next day, a different book in hand (milk and honey, this time; Rupi Kaur was a favorite of yours), Jerome came back to bother you some more. “Hi, gorgeous,” he began, “miss me?”

You scoffed. “More like I missed my book.”

He just laughed. “You’re funny! I like a girl with a sense of humor.” He tapped you on the nose. “It’s cute.”

“Don’t touch me. Please leave me alone unless you’re here to give my book back.”

“I’ll give your book back!” You got hopeful for a second, but he ended the sentence on a note that implied he wasn’t finished talking. “When I finish it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.” All he did was scoot closer to you so that you were side-by-side. “Please leave me alone, dude.”

Jerome shook his head. “Can’t do that, gotta keep an eye on my best friend! In case someone tries to hurt ya,” he explained.

“Oh, we’re best friends now?” you questioned. “Whatever.” You did you best to ignore him and continue reading, underlining passages here and there, but after a few minutes you broke the silence. “Would you stop staring at me?”

He grinned. “Can’t. You’re just too cute!” You rolled your eyes and went back to reading.

‘You know what? Whatever,’ you thought. 'There’s no use. I just wont talk to him, he can waste his time if he wants.’ You continued reading, and underlining every few lines that caught your eye. Jerome eventually laid his head on your shoulder, never looking away from the book. “It’s boring, if you ask me,” he commented off hand.

You rolled your eyes, but beneath them was a hint of annoyance. “It’s not boring, it’s poetic. She’s a wonderful writer. You just don’t know how to analyze it properly.”

He lifted his head from your shoulder. “Where’s the action? The adventure? The surprise?”

“Are you kidding me? She’s writing about her life, she isn’t writing a dystopian Y.A. novel. It’s all there, you just have to look for it.”

He smiled, for the millionth time. “Smart, too! Just another reason I like you so much.” You raised an eyebrow. “Go on then, explain it to me. Show me what I’m missing.” You weren’t really sure, looking back on it, why you decided to go along with it. He was annoying and you wanted him to leave you alone; but when you were provoked about something that was meaningful to you, something you were passionate about, you could talk for hours. You spent the rest of the day telling him about each passage in milk and honey. You had the slightest feeling that he didn’t really care, but with all the time he had wasted trying to get you to open up, he’ better have taken what you were giving.

Listening to you talk, for him, was an experience. The way your eyes lit up and how excited you got, you looked ethereal to him. He didn’t care all that much about the book, but he loved listening to you be happy. He wanted you to always be like that- happy, carefree, excited.

The days went by, and each encounter you had with Jerome, you warmed up to him a little bit more. One day, you even let him listen to your music as you read another book. (It was a Y.A. novel that time, called 'The Supernatural Enhancements.’) “How do you read so fast?” he had asked you at some point.

“Because I like it,” you responded, and went back to your book. He casually draped an arm around your shoulders, like he was testing the waters of your relationship. To your mild surprise and his joy, you didn’t shrug him away.

Thankfully, your friendship didn’t interfere with your treatment program. You were still sane as ever and becoming more and more stable each day.

You were comfortable calling the bloodthirsty ginger your friend, for the most part. He was perfectly civil around you and never did anything to make you feel like you were in any sort of danger, whatsoever. As long as he continued to get the treatment that would help him, and bring him to sanity, you had no problem with it at all. For the most part though, you just enjoyed his company. You were on your fourth book since you had met him, 'The Coldest Girl in Coldtown’, when you were taken from your beloved corner and your only friend. “What’s going on?” you questioned.

“You’re being let out. They say your treatment is done and you’re good to go.”

“Oh. Okay,” you responded calmly. Jerome, on the other hand, was not as calm about the situation at hand.

He stood up as you were being led away. “You can’t take her,” he said to the guard escorting you out. he followed you to the gated door; you were ushered through while he was detained by someone else. “HEY! Get back here! You can’t take her away from me!” he called after you. You didn’t have time to turn around and tell him to chill, you were pushed down the hall to collect your personal belongings before being freed. When you had gotten all of your stuff together and made your way back down the hallway, Jerome was still causing a scene. “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you can’t go. You can’t leave me.” He was leaning into the metal bars separating the rec room from the hallway.

You did feel a little bad that you would be leaving him, seeing as how he wasn’t taking it very well. “Jerome, they’re letting me go because I got better. You have to get better, too, if you want us to see each other again. Okay?”

He just burst out into maniacal laughter. “Get better?” he cackled. “I don’t need to get better! I’m free! I’ve broken free from the machine, don’t you see?”

You rolled your eyes. You tolerated him while you had to, and you were willing to tolerate him some more if he would cooperate, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. So you dropped the facade. “Whatever. You need serious help. Bye, Jerome. I really hope the best for you, but I’m not gonna deal with this.” You turned around and carried your belongings away with you, out the door and to the outside world, where you family and friends eagerly awaited your arrival.

But on your way out, you couldn’t help but ignore Jerome’s yelling. “I’LL FIND YOU!” he called as you were walking away. “I’M GONNA FIND YOU WHEN I GET OUT, (Y/N)! I’LL COME FOR YOU!” You said a silent prayer that none of those things would happen, but there was still a pit in your stomach as you left all of your Arkham memories behind. And there was a cloud of anxiety and fear looming overhead as well; that what Jerome was threatening would happen. 'Yeah, sure,’ you chided yourself. 'Like he’ll ever manage to escape a freaking asylum.’ Still, you couldn’t help but fear what would happen if he ever did break out.

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so that went from fluff to angst in like .8 seconds, my bad, i didn’t really plan this all through. I just kinda went with whatever popped into my head (in case you cant already tell, i do that a lot). i still hope you enjoy anyways!!/i hope it wasn’t, yanno, complete trash and i did you all -some- level of justice. feel free to send in a request if you want to!!!!!! i aim to please the people (i am a virgo after all)

From The Moment You Wake Up // Vocal Unit

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

Seventeen’s Vocal Unit (Hip Hop // Performance)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Light Swears (Joshua), So Super Fluffy (Jihoon)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Thank you to everyone for being so patient for this to go up. Between graduating last Sunday, the Seventeen comeback happening on the same day, and getting sick, I was a mess trying to finish these. “Don't Wanna Cry” has me so shook, I learned the hard way that I can’t listen to it while trying to do other things because I can’t focus. Performance Unit is still scheduled to come out Sunday. Thank you, as always!

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North Of 96th Street (Usnavi x Reader)

Summary: A girl, a modern New York princess more like, move to the Heights. She’s trying to keep her nannies legacy alive. It proves to be a lot more troublesome than first thought. With no help from the stupid little nerd across the street who runs the bodega.

Warnings: No Usnavi sorry I gotta set up the story, character death. Racist little shits, not everyone who lives in the Upper East Side is a dick it’s just a stereotype, probably also bad Spanish

A/N: I wrote this in a day oml
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It was the day after her only son’s graduation that Isa started looking for a new job. She’d been let go a year before. Her son didn’t know. She’d been doing odd jobs all over the city trying to make ends meet. It was made worse since she was Latino, most white businessmen didn’t want Isa for more than a cleaning lady.

Nothing ever worked out. She was on call for a fancy hotel, it had penthouse at the very top for the owner. It’s where most of her money came from. Even though that wasn’t a lot either. The job search had been going poorly for a week when Isa got a call.


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Missy/Master and the Doctor - The whole bloody mess

(spoilers for season 10 finale)

Many people have argued quite differently about the Master, Missy and the Doctor and their motives and relationships. I have discussed it with a tumblr user in two threads (x and x) so for convenience, I collected the arguments here in one thread because I do have a few things to add.

The Master is an awful person, to the point of almost being a one-dimensional caricature of evil.

This is your conclusion so let me start here. The Master, in all the years he has appeared on Doctor Who is a lot of things but never one-dimensional. I’m not sure how familiar you are with his background so let me fill you in quickly. Mind you, I will of course only canon:

1. During their childhood the Doctor and the Master were bullied by a boy named Torvic. To save his friend’s life the Doctor had to eventually kill that boy. Later a personification of death asked the Doctor to be her champion. He refuses and suggests she takes the Master instead as her disciple. She agrees and the Doctor forgets about the whole encounter. In canon it is the Doctor who becomes a killer first and then conveniently escapes responsibility for it by making the Master bear the consequences.

2. At the age of eight the drums were implanted into the Master’s head and always seen as a sign of madness. The drums worsened over time. It was only when the Master forced the Doctor to actually listen to them, that the Doctor believed. So we have a little boy thinking he is not worthy being a Timelord (because why else would he “turn mad” when he looked?) and not even his very best friend even so much as entertains the idea that it could be something else.

3. Koschei (as the Master preferred to be called for a while) was on an academic research mission when the Doctor was expelled from the academy, forcing him into a conflict of loyalty. Again, it is the Doctor who is kicked out first. The Master follows on his own accord because after all they made a pact to see all the stars together.

4. Koschei was obsessed with order to the point that the Timelords planted a spy to monitor him. That spy, a Timelady posing as a human, became his companion. When he eventually found out about her true identity he lost a good part of the ability to trust anyone. Isn’t it beautiful that the Master wanted companions, too? Companions, not servants, not “disposables”. And is it really so wrong that he would despise the Doctor’s companions and insist that they themselves are the only real companions for each other?

5. Later the Doctor made a deal with Death to grant the Master ten years of peace and sanity. At the end of those years the Doctor was supposed to kill him. During those ten years the Master forgot about his true identity, took the name of John Smith, became a doctor and even had a stable relationship. If this is the Doctor’s attempt to take responsibility, it really is rather poorly executed. He never asked the Master if he wanted that kind of “saving”. What are ten years in the life of a Timelord after all? Is the Doctor portrayed here as agreeing to a mercy killing? Possible. But completely without any consent from the Master. Also, isn’t it ironic that of all things the Master, free from the drums and his past, chooses to be a doctor? That “good” is obviously in him.

6. The Master met Sato Katsura, a samurai who was accidentally made immortal as a result of his involvement with the Doctor. It had left him so bitter, he began to follow the Master. This is probably the most obvious moment of the Master picking up after the Doctor. The Doctor has always liked to use people however he sees fit, often not caring much about the consequences. An example from New Who would be the 12th Doctor making Ashildr use a device that kills her instead of trying a little harder to eliminate that possibility.

7. The Master was continually used by the Timelords and other entities to fight for them. He was deliberately turned into a weapon. The latest example of that is his resurrection to fight in the Time War but what he saw scared him so much that he turned himself into Professor YANA and ran away to the end of the universe. The Doctor however stayed and fought. Sometimes I wonder if this is cowardly running away as opposed to courageously doing what is right. Sometimes I wonder if the Doctor’s tolerance for bloodshed, war and violence is higher than the Master’s.

8. At some point he posed as the Doctor and began to work for UNIT were he helped them to fight off several alien attacks on Earth. Does it really matter that he posed as the Doctor? Does doing good only count when it is done in the “right” way?

There are many more examples but these should make it very clear that the Master is anything but one-dimensionally evil.

Let’s look at some of your arguments about Simm!Master’s character:

He told Ten to “get out of the way” because Rassilon was right there, in front of him - the one responsible for his ‘condition’. The intended catharsis of that scene was about the Master getting revenge on Rassilon. (…) It was something that happened in the moment and the status quo of his existence was restored by the Time Lords. (…) People don’t just change in a moment.

So even although the Master had tried to kill the Doctor before time and time again he doesn’t do it when he can because shooting at the Doctor first and then at Rassilion is somehow not cathartic enough? Killing them both, the two people he considers responsible for all that went wrong in his life, wouldn’t be the ultimate revenge? No, the Doctor spared him and so the Master spares him in return because in that moment the Master understands that his friend still loves him, that there is still hope for a future for them together, seeing the stars.
Maybe it is not the huge change in character some people want to see. But it is a redeeming quality. The Master doing “what is right”. All by himself.

Likewise, time has passed since then. The Master went back through the gate with Rassilon to Gallifrey, the Time Lords made a mutual bargain to remove the drums from his head and fix his botched regeneration (…) He just continued with his old ways because that’s what the Time Lords enabled him to do, it was convenient for them to do that in order to get rid of him.

Sometimes I wonder what the other end of that bargain was. What did the Timelords do to him, or make him do for them to remove the drums? After all, they have used him all his life. Why change so suddenly. I think it is very plausible that the Master ran away again and hid on that spaceship (a “mutual kicking out” can mean many many things). Also, despite everything he has done, the Timelords still keep him around. Later, Missy isn’t executed as ordered by the Timelords. They still need the Master for whatever future war they need a monster for. I can’t even imagine what that does to a man. Going back to his “old ways” after once more being confirmed by the Timelords that that is all he is and all he can do is really not that surprising. After all, if they fixed the drums they could have fixed so much more. They could have helped him. Truly helped. With all their knowledge and wisdom. Instead they try to keep him as a convenient weapon.

The premise of the argument “the Master is not self-destructive” kinda falls apart because he literally chose to die at the end of The Last of the Time Lords instead of being at the Doctor’s side. The last two of their kind and he chose to die, not knowing that his ring would be picked up by Miss Trefusis and he’d later return.

Two things:
1. He chooses to die because the idea that the Doctor would imprison him and just “keep him” was so incredibly appalling to him that he couldn’t bear it. It’s not just for his own good or the good of the universe. The Doctor sees the Master as his responsibility, his burden. Considering that the Doctor played a considerable role in the Master becoming the Master, that is incredibly arrogant and self-righteous.
2. The Master has “died” so many times before seemingly without the ability to to come back. His mind has been in other people and objects before. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure about the ring, he must have known (and said so to the Doctor before) that he is pretty much indestructible.

He sees Missy as such a fundamental violation of who he is with regards to her perspective on the Doctor that he chooses to kill his future self. That is who he is in extremis.

Exactly. He simply cannot agree with the fact the Missy has been changed so much that she would forget who she is and how she came to be. He hates that she basically turned into one of the Doctor’s fangirls. He can’t understand why she would regress so much in her development that she is barely more than the child they used to be, looking up at the Doctor hoping for guidance. Let’s remember here that yes, the Doctor saved their life as a child by killing someone. And he put the blame on the Master. The Master simply cannot allow Missy to forget that the Doctor is not morally pure and superior. He cannot allow that standing with the Doctor on the Doctor’s terms leads to their death. He’d rather do it himself. If anything, this was a mercy killing, just like the Doctor agreed to do with the Master many years before. Considering that the Master has survived many of his “final deaths” we can be sure that they will return. When they do it will most likely not be pretty because right now, she thinks that the Doctor believes that she has betrayed him and that he lost his hope for her and does not come after her once more. She might also believe that he is dead and blame herself. The Master’s next regeneration could be the most messed up yet.

And there really was nothing at all self-righteous, self-victimising, or egotistic about the Doctor’s speech. It was about self-sacrifice, out of kindness. (…) the message was simply to just be kind.

The Doctor tries continuously to sacrifice himself. The 9th legion, the cybermen, … It’s a compulsion. Makes me wonder why? Is it because he is so incredibly good (then why does he never die, only regenerate, when he does? Why is his sacrifice never real?) or is it because he needs redemption and forgiveness just as much as the Master does? The Doctor is consumed by guilt and tries to get rid of it by offering himself up again and again. That is not without reward and therefore not entirely and purely good. There is always an agenda behind what the Doctor does, especially when it’s self-sacrifice or kindness. He always goes to extremes to prove that he truly is “good” even although it is only his definition of “good” that counts here. Good is only good in extremis. Only in self-denial and self-sacrifice.

I mean… the Master is a sadistic murderer. (…) The Doctor didn’t “force” anything on her, and, to be honest, what you want when you’re somebody who commits the kind of atrocities that the Master does on a regular basis really doesn’t matter all that much. (…) Your “leave their names out” argument doesn’t really work because that’s just removing the context from the situation. The Doctor has always been a flawed hero, but the whole thing with Missy’s arc is really not an instance of that.

It is exactly here that the greatest flaw of your perception of both Doctor and Master becomes obvious. We are talking about fiction so for a moment let’s talk about real life. Operation Neptune Spear as sanctioned by then-President of the USA Obama was a capture or kill mission directed at Osama bin Laden. US-offficals have also simply called it a kill mission. The mission was accomplished in May 2011 resulting in the death of Osama bin Laden. Criticized as a “revenge mission” by foreign governments and organizations like Amnesty International, this mission remains controversial until today. The reason is simply that a criminal, no matter how bad, does have rights, that human rights are non-negotiable, that the crimes of a person do not make them less human. At the same time, acting as if a criminal has lost his human rights because of (past or future) crimes is morally incredibly flawed and honestly, simply plain wrong. It’s not hard to see the parallels to the Doctor and Missy here. It does matter if there was consent or not and if there continued to be consent because Missy is still a sentient being with rights and the Doctor (with Gallifrey being back) has no authority whatsoever to decide otherwise. By locking Missy up and isolating her the way he did he violated her. He of all people who always thinks he is morally superior. He messed up epically here. Leaving the names out returns them to what they both are: sentient beings with rights.

She said to the Doctor that she’d be good, asking him to teach her how to be, and consented to being imprisoned for rehabilitation. Whether that was what she actually wanted at the start or if she was saying that to get out of being executed, that was something she made good on. She says as much that she could have escaped the Vault if she’d wanted to, but she’s chosen to stay and engage in the process.

Again, it is highly questionable if it was continued consent, or even just consent born out of an honest desire to change and not just desperate words uttered to save her life.  And yes, continued consent is a thing and it is necessary. Ask anybody who agreed to anything and then changed their mind mid-way through. It’s one of the very obvious symptoms of rape culture to think that continued consent is not a thing. Besides, the difference in power between them was so huge by then that in order to keep at least some kind of dignity Missy would have probably said anything, including suggesting that she could have escaped the vault, something the Doctor clearly disagreed with.

It’s not just that Missy decided to stand with the Doctor… It’s that the reason WHY she decided to do that was because her whole perspective and understanding of him has changed. (…) she says to her former self “he’s right”. It’s not just about standing with her friend because she wants to, it’s that she actually has come to understand and empathise with his philosophy.

I stand by what I said in the first place. Isolating a prisoner and depriving them of stimuli is torture. And no, a few books and a piano are not enough to keep someone like the Master sane. Time and time again it was shown in studies and experiments that sentient beings, from monkey to human to most likely Timelord are social animals and lose their minds if isolated for too long. That alone, that isolation over decades must have worn her out so much that the Doctor could have planted any kind of philosophy into her head. He chose the only one he knew of course. Self-denial through self-sacrifice. Let’s remember here that his self-sacrifice has always been fake. Doctors 10 and 11 regenerated after acts of self-sacrifice but it is just never real because he never dies. He always knows that he has a way out. Regeneration. And so his sacrifice doesn’t mean all that much. He of course cannot see that and so he believes his way to be the “most good”, the only right way. And that is the way he tries to make Missy understand.

And she kills her former self, not just to get him out of the way, but to ensure, in that moment, that he will regenerate into her so everything will come back around to this moment - to make it happen. Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.

There is literally no reason to get the Master out of the way at this point. She doesn’t know that he would shoot her should she try to go back to the Doctor. She could have literally shoved him into the elevator, sealed the door and send him back down. There was no reason whatsoever to kill him. Especially because she utters remorse about having lost herself, about not being how he is. She is not burning anymore and she knows it. Mind you, we do not know if she refers to her whole existence as Missy or just her time as the Doctor’s prisoner.
But even if she does kill him to ensure that she comes around to this point, isn’t that a reward all in itself?
Let’s also not forget that the Master concludes from Missy not being able to remember her “birth” that he will regenerate in the very near future. He knew it and simply wasn’t ready for it. Another reason why he wouldn’t stand with the Doctor.

Conclusion:

1. The Master has never been one-dimensionally evil. If anything the Doctor and the Master are more ying and yang than black and white.

2. The Master and Missy never lost hope that they could be reunited with their childhood friend but they always wanted it to be a mutually benefiting reunion. A reunion that happened on both their terms. The Doctor continually insisting on it to be one-sided was too much for the Master.

3. The Doctor mistreated and violated Missy greatly and the Master could not accept that. And honestly, who would?

4. The Doctor doesn’t understand that his so-called self-denial that does work quite well for him, just isn’t the go-to-thing for everybody and so he screws Missy up and blows his reunion with the Master.

In the end Missy was right, she has always been on the Doctor’s side. All her faces, all her regenerations. They were always his friend. He just always insisted that they be that on his terms and his terms alone.

anonymous asked:

Hey I really loved that last post you did with the S/O's on the bring of death! Do you think you would maybe be able to do a continuation?? Like what if the guys got help just in time! How would they react having their​ s/o alive with them after that experience?? Thanks in advanced if you get to this!!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! I DID MY BEST, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! <3


Katsuki Bakugou

“Bakugou! Y/n! What happened?” it was Uraraka’s voice. Bakugou looked back and saw that Iida was with him.

“Iida! Take her!” Bakugou shouted at him, he didn’t care about the way he looked or sounded. The only thing he cared about was making sure you didn’t die on him.

“What? I will!” Iida, with Bakugou’s help, picked you up and he ran to the nearest hospital. Bakugou and Uraraka followed behind, though much slower of course.

When he got to the hospital your condition was unknown. All Bakugou knew was that the doctors were rushing to save your life since you had lost so much blood. He was told to wait in the waiting room until further notice but the wait was killing him. He couldn’t sit still no matter how many times someone told him to sit down. He had even started pacing around the room while mumbling curse words to himself. He was doing just that when a doctor came out.

He stopped pacing but continued when the doctor announced someone else’s name. The suspense was killing him, he wanted, no he needed to know what was going on. He needed to know if you were going to be alright, if you were going to live.

Just as he was going to erupt in annoyance, he heard your name called, “Family of Y/n L/n?”

Family? He wasn’t exactly family but then he watched as Uraraka stepped up, “I’m her sister. Is she going to be okay?”

Everyone stared at her, but no one denied her statement, they all decided that the best thing to do was just go along with it. So they all walked up behind her, including Bakugou who stood next to Uraraka. The doctor looked skeptical but decided to go with it, “She was in extremely critical condition but she’s stable now. She lost too much blood so we had to put her in an induced coma for some time.” (Idk if they’d do that, just go with it)

“Oh okay,” silence followed after Uraraka’s reply until Bakugou decided to speak up.

“Can, can we see her?” The sound of his voice made everyone look at him, it sounded so broken, so unlike him.

“Yes, though it’d have to be one person at a time. My guess is that you’d like to go first?” the doctor looked at Uraraka.

She quickly shook her head, “Actually, I’d like it if he could go first.”

Everyone turned to look at Bakugou and the doctor simply nodded, “Okay, please follow me.”

The second he stepped through the door and saw you, his heart dropped. There were so many tubes, all of which Bakugou believed didn’t belong there. He didn’t want to see you in that condition, you didn’t belong there.

You were always so kind, so gentle, with everybody and everything. You were always so happy and love making everyone else happy. You never wanted to cause anyone any unnecessary harm. You were the complete opposite of him. You didn’t deserve to be in that bed. If anything, he did. He was always stirring up trouble for everyone. He was always causing unnecessary fights and destruction. He was always so rude and cruel to everyone, he was the one that should’ve been laying where you currently were.

He walked over to you as the doctor left. There was a chair next to your bed and he slowly took a seat in it. He grabbed your hand, it was so cold, your hands were never cold. You looked so pale, so still, so unlike your energetic self.

He put his forehead against the metal bar on the side of your bed. Against his best wishes to stay strong, tears starting flowing down his cheeks, “Karma really fucked up this time. I’m so sorry Y/n, I should’ve been there to protect you. I should’ve fucking been there, this is all my damn fault.”

The poor boy was broken, you hadn’t died, but a part of him did knowing he couldn’t do anything to save you.

Shouto Todoroki

Todoroki pushed himself even more the moment he spotted a group of your friends. He started shouting at them for some help and when they all ran towards him, he led them in your direction. He explained what was happening on the way.

When he got back to you, your breathing was shallow and you were unconscious. He didn’t know how since he wasn’t paying attention but somehow, help had arrived.

They had managed to extract some of the poison and had rushed you to the nearest hospital, where everyone was currently waiting to hear about your wellbeing. Every once in a while, a doctor would pass by and everyone would stand up from their seats only to sit back down when they called someone else’s name.

The waiting room was full of family and friends, all quietly sitting down patiently waiting. No one spoke a single word, no one had the guts to break the sorrowful silence that filled the room. A few hours had passed since you were taken there and there had been no news of you, other than being told that you were in surgery.

Todoroki’s patience was wearing thin but he knew that there was nothing he could do to speed up the process. The only thing he could do, was remain calm and wait until someone came with news about your condition.

At last, a doctor came out and announced your name. Everyone stood up and the doctor’s eyes widened in surprise before your parents rushed over  to him. It was good news apparently, because your father sighed in relief and your mother thanked the doctor. The doctor led them to your room where you were actually awake, just a little groggy.

When your parents came out, they told Todoroki to go and see you, since they saw how much the poor boy was breaking apart. The moment he walked through the door, his heart sank. The way you looked in that hospital bed would be a memory that’d haunt him forever. His eyes watered the second you looked over at him and made eye contact.

“Hey,” you whispered, giving him a small smile. You patted the spot next to you and he walked over, taking a seat.

Now up close, he noticed how pale you looked. He stared down at the bed and started rapidly apologizing, “I’m sorry Y/n. I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should’ve gone with you instead. If only I had known who you were up against, I would’ve taken him on instead of having you go.”

You shook your head and put your hand on his wet cheek, “Look who’s apologizing when it’s not their fault now. Shouto, you couldn’t have known his quirk was poison, no one did. Plus, I should’ve been more careful, I acted stupidly and accidentally let him spray me in the face without fully understanding his quirk. And I like going off on my own sometimes, it makes me feel independent.”

He looked up at you and it looked like he was about to disagree so you cut him off, “Please don’t say you still blame yourself. Shouto, it’s not your fault this happened, it’s only the villain’s fault. And, I’m okay now, so there’s nothing to stress over. Okay?”

The boy simply nodded and hugged you the best he could, not wanting to cause you any pain. You could still feel the tears on his cheek, but you kept quiet. Of course he was crying, he thought he was going to lose yet another person he loved. You knew how much you meant to him, and could only imagine what this had done to his poor heart. The only thing you could do now, was reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

It took some time but he finally calmed down, only after you promised that you were going to take things easy from now on. And he was definitely going to hold you accountable for that promise.


Izuku Midoriya
Izuku was able to get you to the group, where All Might had Iida quickly take you to the nearest hospital. The only problem, even Iida’s speed couldn’t stop the amount of blood that was seeping out of your wounds. You were doing your best to stay awake and not to succumb to the darkness calling your name.

“Iida?” you called his name desperately doing your best to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t worry Y/n! I’m going to get you help in time!” he shouted just as everything was starting to get blurry.

You couldn’t even tell what direction you were going in, you couldn’t sense anything. All you knew was that everything hurt, you didn’t even know what happened. The only thing you could remember was looking through a building for survivors and then hearing what sounded like an explosion.

The last thing you saw before you lost the fight with the darkness were what looked to be doctors rushing to help you.

When you did wake up, you were in a hospital room adorned with flowers, balloons, and get well soon cards. You smiled at how much your friends cared. You turned to your side and saw Izuku sleeping in what looked to be a very uncomfortable chair.

The poor boy hadn’t left your side since the moment he was allowed into your room. He was so deeply consumed with worry that he had stayed up for hours so that he could be awake when you woke up. Sadly, the drowsiness he felt took over and he knocked out. Though, it wasn’t until after Izuku cried and cried for you to wake up soon. He couldn’t stand seeing you like that, it made him miserable. He didn’t know what exactly happened, but he never would’ve forgiven himself if he hadn’t gotten you help in time. After all, you meant the world to him and the only thing he wanted was for you to be safe and happy.

Though, he knew you were okay now, the event was so traumatic, he’d never forget about it. He wasn’t there to stop the building from collapsing over you, but he vowed to be there to protect you against anything else in the future. Izuku Midoriya was never going to let anything happen to you, or he wouldn’t be worthy enough to be the number one hero.

You ended up falling asleep shortly after waking up, the strain your body had been put through was too much. When you did wake up, a few days later, Izuku was still by your side, this time awake.

“Y/n!” he cried cheerfully, “You’re awake! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you want anything? Food? Water? Want me to get the doctor?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked worrying over you, “Water sounds good.”

“Okay! I’ll go get you some!” the boy ran out so fast you thought he’d slip on something.

When he did come back, he brought more than just a cup of water, he brought an entire gallon with him. You smiled and thanked him when he poured you a glass of the water, the refreshing drink feeling like heaven against your sore throat. Though, the water wouldn’t be the only thing Izuku would end up bringing you. He’d turn into somewhat of your mom, and he would always be there if and when you needed him.

anonymous asked:

Hello there, may I ask for some HC about what an average and socially awkward farmhand at Wiz Chocobo Post could do to try and get their chocobro crush's attention? Thank you! ♥

Oooh, this is an intriguing ask with lots of fluffy potential! Thanks for sending this in! <3 Noctis’ is long because I feel like I’m always neglecting his scenarios :O

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Noctis: You can’t help but be clumsy, especially in such close proximity to Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, the next in line to be King of your home land. You’ve had the biggest crush on the prince ever since you’d seen him on television back when you were just starting high school. Being poor, you knew that you probably wouldn’t be meeting Noctis in your lifetime, and so you continued to work hard as a farmhand at Wiz’s Chocobo Post to help keep your family clothed, sheltered and fed. But then… on a strangely stormy day, you literally slipped up and fell before the prince in a heap of Chocobo greens and mud. That was the beginning of your interactions with the prince.

He’d seen you screw up at the Chocobo Post more times that you could count, and you were absolutely mortified. And so, this time, when Noctis and his retinue pulled up in his fancy car, you were determined to impress this time. Hauling up a whole box of packaged greens, you sauntered over towards the Chocobo Post’s retail stand with a confident gait. You could hear the prince and his pals approaching you, and you grin slightly, confident that you were finally not going to make a fool out of yourself.

You suddenly felt your foot catch on the landing of the stand and your face automatically fell as gravity dragged you down in front of Noctis once again. You couldn’t see his reaction, but you were sure you heard collective gasps sound out from behind you. Your eyes were already filling with tears and you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. So you lay there, sprawled across the landing in a pile of packaged chocobo greens, crying your eyes out in embarrassment.

“Hey… you okay?” A husky voice suddenly invaded your ears. You gasped and turned your head away from the prince’s direction. He was kneeled beside you, sounding concerned. Why was he so close? “Here,” you felt his arms loop under yours before he easily lifted you up, “you have got to be a little more careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt- who’s going to take care of my chocobo? I don’t trust anyone else but you.” Noctis says, his voice sounding incredibly bashful as he pulls away.

You blush in turn, unable to say a word. He noticed your hard work. Despite your idiocy in front of him, he noticed how you took incredible care of his chocobos. You smiled at Noctis and nodded shyly.

“Okay… I’ll be more careful. And… thanks for noticing me, your Highness-” Noctis shook his head at you, his midnight blue eyes staring gently into your eyes.

“No, please, call me Noct.”

You can’t help but giggle nervously. He was allowing you to be familiar with him. That was a good sign… a dream come true! “Okay… Noct. Thank you.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So I don't know if I'm going to to explain my request well but I'll give it a shot haha So basically Gaston and his friends are playfully arguing about who the best with women is and they challenge gaston to seduce the reader. She secretly likes him and so agrees when he does approach her. Over time they genuinely fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet and is devastated. Gaston has to convince her he truly loves her. Was that okay haha! Thanks!! 😂❤

harlem-trotter said to rreader: Hi! If it’s not much trouble, may I request a Gaston x reader where he only wants to woo the reader because he wants to win a bet? And when the reader finds out, she is super mad and sad because she fell in love with him, and Gaston realizes that he loves the reader when she leaves..

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: smut + angst (also, this doesn’t end in a happy happy ending, since I don’t believe in the whole ‘women should forgive men instantly’. Honestly, every time I read a fic like that I lose 10 years of my life.)

A/N: hope you two don’t mind me combining these two requests, but since they’re almost the same.. anyways, thank you so much for these requests. I honestly picture Gaston falling in love with a woman like that. It’s soooo Gaston-y. So here is the first piece of (hopefully) many Gaston smut stories. Hope you like it <3

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“Come on, we all know that I’m the only one who can have everyone they want,” Gaston exclaimed, extremely confident in himself.

A few of his friends nodded, others raised their beers and drank, but one shook his head.

“You couldn’t get Belle. You all remember that, don’t you?” he looked around and gained another round of nods.

Gaston shrugged and sank a little lower in his seat, opening his legs and to anyone else, looking like a completely overconfident dick. Probably even to some his friends.

“Fine. You want to prove to me that you can have any girl? Seduce (Y/N), if you manage that, we’ll believe you and no one will ever question it again.”

He laughed as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

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milasariana  asked:

Hello talented people! Will there be a continuation of neighbouring love?

anonymous asked: Can you please continue Neighboring love? I love it and need to know what happens next!

anonymous asked: I’m offering cookies in exchange for more neighboring love!! I make really good cookies. and i’m begging. its so good, and i’ve read it and re-read it. Not to pressure, i’ll love you no matter what but i wish for more more more!

anonymous asked: I love neighboring love so so much!! Any chance of getting more installments from that story? I hate to feel pushy but Ive reread it so many time and can’t help but wish for more!!

“James Alexander, stop yer fidgetin’!” Ellen berated her youngest, slapping his hands away from the cuffs of his sleeves.

“But Mam!” Jamie protested with a groan. “It’s too stuffy and I’m hot! Canna I go play wi’ Ian in the stables?”

“No, ye can’t. Yer father is expecting us for Quarter Day and ye will be there to greet our guests, do ye hear me?”

“Yes, Mam.” Jamie dragged his feet, scuffing his newly made boots along the hallway floor leading to his father’s study.

“Da?”

“Jamie, my lad! Come here, son.” Jamie ran and scrambled into his father’s lap, tugging at his collar and cuffs.

“Canna please take it off, Da? It’s hot and stuffy and I dinna wanna wear it!”

Brian chuckled pulling his son’s hands away from the lace and velvet. “Ye ken ye have to wear it. I’m sure yer Mam has told ye so.”

“Aye,” Jamie mumbled.

“Weel then, I dinna ken why yer asking me if ye can take it off. Ye must look respectable and the image of the Laird. Ye are my son and ye’ll need to act that way. No one will be off playing until later.”

Jamie sighed, his small head drooped down in despondency. Putting a finger beneath his chin, Brian raised Jamie’s face so that his eyes could meet his own.

“I’ll make a deal wi’ ye son,” Brian said, pushing a curly red lock out of his son’s eyes. “Ye can change and go off and play after we’ve met with all the tenants. Ye dinna have to stay for the more business aspect of it, but ye will say hello and greet each and every one of our residents. They look up to us and count on us to take care of them. The least we can do is be there to welcome them graciously into our home. Ye never know who ye might meet, someone new or old, and form a new exciting friendship. Aye?”

“Alright, Da.” Jamie slid off of his father’s lap and trudged out of the study, Brian muffling his chuckles as he watched his son walk dejectedly away.

To Jamie, it felt like days he had been standing beside his family greeting all of the tenants in the land. He didn’t know when it would end. His mood soured as he could hear his best friend and the locals playing just on the other side of the dooryard. He longed to be over there playing with swords or chasing them into the burn. The icy chill of the burn would feel good about now, he thought to himself as a bead of sweat fell down his neck.

A quick, but quiet noise from his mother had him standing straighter and no longer tugging at his sleeves.

“Laird Fraser!” Jamie heard a distinctly English accent say with a flourish. “It is an honor to meet you on this fine day and my what a beautiful family you have!”

The accent drew Jamie’s attention over to the man, he stood in odd looking tan breeks and only his tunic. No plaid or red coat, no loyalties being shown.

“Welcome Mister?”

“Ah, Beauchamp. Lambert Beauchamp, but please just call me Lamb. This,” he pulled a girl in front of him, “is my niece, Claire. We were fortunate enough to obtain a small cabin on the edge of your properties from a Mrs. McNabb about a month ago. I do hope that is not a problem?”

“Not at all, Lamb. I’d be happy to discuss the terms of your tenantship in the study after while, if ye’d to me the honor?”

“Of course! Of course! I only want to make sure we can stay. Claire and I are the only family the other has, and we’ve been most graciously welcomed here. We find it very serene and more like home than anywhere else we’ve been thus far.”

Jamie watched as his father’s eyebrows disappeared in shock. “I would love to hear what ye could bring to the area and where all ye’ve been and how ye came to be here.”

“Claire, is it?” Ellen said, crouching down to the girl’s height.

“Yes, ma’am. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, at your service.” She bowed low with a curtsey. Jamie was transfixed. The girl had curly brown hair that was not contained. It fell down in the ways his mother and sister’s hair did at night. She didn’t seem comfortable in her dress, but that didn’t matter, she was there and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“…my daughter will show you the way.” Jamie shook his head hearing the end of his mother’s sentence. What will Jenny show her? Where will they go?

“Thank you, Mrs. Fraser.”

“I’ll take her!” he said without thought.

“Jamie?” his mother questioned while his sister sniggered.

“I said, I’ll take her.”

“Nay, ye will not! That is my job. Ye dinna have a reason to be wi’ us. Go play wi’ Ian, Jamie,” Jenny said laughing, grabbing Claire’s hand.  

Brian looked from his wife to his son and nodded. Leaning down, he whispered to his son, “Ye like the lass then, Jamie?”

“What? No! Da, I only-”

“Wheest! I was the same way when I first saw yer Mam. Go on and get changed. Our deal is fulfilled. Go play with Ian, I’ll call for ye later and we’ll talk about Miss Beauchamp then, aye?”

“Aye,” Jamie said, running into the house. He heard Jenny’s voice and followed it to the library part of the study.

“Ye’ll find all sorts of books here!”

“Thank you so much, Jenny.”

“Aye, it’s no trouble at all. Maybe once ye find a book, ye could meet me back outside to go for a walk? I can show ye around the land.”

“I’d really like that,” Claire said. Jamie could hear the smile in her voice.

“Good. I’ll see ye shortly then!” Plastering himself to the side of the wall, he nearly was caught as his sister skipped out of the room, a smile plastered on her face.

“I’m going to have a friend,” he heard Claire murmur. Chancing a glance, he caught Claire hugging herself and spinning in a circle with a laugh.

Making his way to his friends, Jamie couldn’t stop thinking of Claire. He wanted to be her friend as well.

“Jamie! What are they like? Did they have pointed teeth and horns?”

“What are ye talking about, Ronald?”

“The Sassenachs! My Da says there were a hundred of them infiltrating yer land! What are they like?”

“Yer Da is stupid then, Ronald, because there were only two Sassenachs and yer Mam is the one that sold them a house! No, they didna have fangs or horns. They were just like us, only with a funny accent.”

“Yer the one that’s stupid! My Mam never would have sold a Sassenach a pile of poop, let alone a cabin!” Ronald McNabb said, poking Jamie in the chest.

“I was there when the Sassenachs arrived and the man said he bought the cabin from Mrs. McNabb! Ye canna say I’m stupid for repeating the truth!”

Ronald snorted. “The truth according to a Sassenach!”

“Why would he lie? It was just him and his niece. There isna a reason for him to saying anything false!”

“He could to get into yer idiot Da’s good graces to keep them on the land! I say we should go and beat them up! Make sure they ken never to cross a Scot!”

A few of the other boys cheered at Ronald’s bold statement, but what cut through the noise was a soft gasp. Behind him, stood Jenny and Claire.

“My Uncle is not lying. We bought the cabin from a Mrs. McNabb and we’re here to offer what we can in rents due to the Laird. We have no quarrel with you or any Scotsman. We like it here!” Claire said defiantly, marching up to stand beside Jamie and in front of Ronald.

“Go away, ye filthy Sassenach! No one wants ye here!”

Before Claire could say anything further, Jamie lunged his fist connecting with Ronald’s nose, as both boys fell to the ground.

“Dinna say that to a lady! She’s no filthy! Learn manners, ye no good son of a-”

“JAMIE!” Brian yelled as he pulled his son off of the other boy who had curled up in a ball crying, bloody snot bubbles forming with each gasp of air.

“Ye dinna hit men whom ye don’t agree with. Ye talk it over. That way ye have no reason to be thought of as a criminal or scoundrel!”

“Nay, Da. He was speaking bad about Miss Claire. He called her a filthy Sassenach and wanted to beat her up!” Jamie exclaimed, wiping blood and dirt from under his nose. “I was protecting her.”

Brian sighed. “We’ll discuss this later.” He turned back to the crying form of Ronald McNabb. “Did ye learn yer lesson, lad?”

The boy didn’t answer.

“Come on then, let’s go see if Mrs. Crook can patch ye up.”

“Mister Fraser.. .erm.. Laird Fraser!” Claire called out.

“Aye?” he said, turning with Ronald in his arms to face Claire.

“Jamie really was protecting me, but if it’s alright with you please don’t go too harsh on him. His heart was in a good place.”

Brian nodded and began to walk away.

“Wait!” Claire called again. “I know how to fix what’s wrong with him. Can I help?”

“Come on, then!” Brian called and Claire followed, looking back again at Jamie for a moment, blowing him a kiss before catching up to Brian and Ronald.

The memory of the first time Jamie stood up for me rushed through my mind and I couldn’t help but see the small boy who pummeled another because he insulted me. And now, here an adult Jamie stood, not three feet from me, the same determined expression set on his face.

“Jamie!” I sighed and walked towards him, my arm being jerked back by Jonathan. “Let me go!” I said, angrily tugging on my arm.

“No! Why should I believe him! You love me! We’ll be happy together, Claire, just you see.”

“I’d rather not. I love Jamie not you, never you!” I tugged again. “Now, let. Me. Go!” I said emphasizing each word with a tug. He let go as I tugged causing me to fall right into Jamie’s arms.

“Are ye alright, mo nighean donn?” he asked, smoothing my hair back from my face.

“Yes, now that you’re home. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be home early?”

Jamie leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Because I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Breathing deeply, I relaxed further into his embrace.

“You just think you’re something special, don’t you, Fraser? Always getting what you want, never thinking about consequences or what might happen to others. No, it’s always all about you. You don’t even understand or know who I am! What I can do and who trusts me!”

“I’ll be asking ye to take yer leave, sir. If ye will speak with my father before ye leave telling him ye are going, that would save me the trouble of explaining what I stumbled upon.”

“Watch your back, Fraser. I’ll not forget this and you will regret this moment. As will you!” he sneered, nodding in my direction.

With a turn of his coat, Jonathan Randall walked out of the garden and hopefully out of our lives.  

college yoongi
  • min yoongi, the college’s resident music theory major (see also: genius)
  • seriously though, almost everyone thinks he’s a genius and his professors gush over him but not when he’s around bc they think he’s indifferent
  • but he’s not indifferent bc it’s easy to notice the little smile on his face whenever he overhears someone mention that he has mad skills or something and he just shakes his head and continues to walk
  • and if anyone ever stops him to talk about something of his that they heard he just shrugs and it’s good-naturedly and replies with “ah, i was only messing around you know”
  • so he’s obviously very humble which kinda gives people whiplash bc they didn’t that at all like most people just thought he knew how amazing he is but nope he’s actually really chill
  • there’s always flyers in like every department saying that people should listen to his soundcloud and follow him
  • the number of followers and plays that his tracks have is insane but not really bc he’s a genius and his username is min genius so i mean yeah
  • he has this really nice, chill style that’s kinda a hybrid of tomppabeats and it’s great and sometimes he uploads remixes and they’re also great
  • even uploads some of his soft rapping tracks to keep like this chill theme but if you’re into like hardcore rapping, he has another account for that
  • like the baristas in the café on campus asked if it was cool to play some (all) of his tracks and he’s like yeah sure why not
  • he even has a few eps on itunes and the ratings always surprise bc “wow people actually like my stuff??” and it’s one source of income so
  • but more about his rapping tracks. like, the lyrics are so deep and meaningful and are one of the main reasons people enjoy them
  • bc he talks about a lot of relevant stuff that he felt like he wasn’t able to talk about and they really add on to the “only few will understand” idea
  • yeah twenty one pilots are one of his many inspirations amazing i know
  • another thing that confuses people is the fact that he’s best friends with the kinda hyper sophomore & kinesiology major, junghoseok
  • like they’re kinda opposites but they’ve known each other since like middle school and they’re still really close
  • hoseok was the one they helped yoongi decide what to minor in bc he knows how much his best pal loves photography so it was a pretty easy decision to make
  • he also helped yoongi with his major bc there’s always those majors that people don’t see as being stable but yoongi defied all the odds that were stacked against him bc he already has companies reaching out to him about his composing skills
  • it was mentioned on the music theroy’s major website about students having things published and having companies contact them before graduation and he didn’t really believe it until it happened to him and it’s so cool but he doesn’t brag about it bc he’s super humble
  • okay about him minoring in photography
  • he loves taking nature pics bc it’s so nice and has such a nice aesthetic that you can’t find anywhere else
  • he studied abroad the year before in florence, italy and took a thousand pictures there bc everything was so captivating
  • so when he’s not making music or playing basketball (which he also does), he’s snapping some quality pictures of forests and sunsets and etc. and those that know him are like wow he’s so multi-talented
  • sometimes you see him sitting under a tree in the park not too far from campus with his headphones on while he works on his laptop and you can see his camera peeking out of his backpack
  • he calls the camera his life bc he was saving up forever to buy it but people buying his eps on itunes helped out a lot
  • yeah so you see him a lot in the park when you’re studying or whatever and it’s nice to watch him work even though you feel kinda creepy when you do but he’s really nice to look at and his mannerisms are so gentle idk if that makes sense but yeah
  • so you make it a habit to go to the park a few times a week and sometimes yoongi’s playing basketball with his friends and that kid jungkook tries to throw the ball a bit too hard and you’re kinda close by so it almost hits you
  • and yoongi’s rushing over to make sure you’re okay an dyou’re yeah i’m fine while clutching your chest and jungkook just stands there wide-eyed before he apologizes 20 times
  • and yoongi notices that the ball knocked over your coffee and even though he’s not all that sociable, he offers to buy you another one and you’re like nah it’s fine and he’s like okay and you’re :/ ?? bc you kinda hoped he would insist but nope
  • one of his friends, hoseok, calls him back over to finish the game but he doesn’t call him yoongi but min genius and the cogs are turning in your head bc that sounds familiar and yoongi checks that you’re okay before he gets the ball and continues playing
  • and after that you grab your things and head to your class but it’s hard to concentrate bc you know that you saw min genius somewhere so when you get back to your dorm you look it up and yoongi’ssoundcloud and itunes comes up and it clicks bc you remember seeing flyers with min genius on them
  • when you see him again a few days later you tell him that you really like his stuff and he just smiles and thanks you and he shyly asks if you’d want to grab a coffee with him bc hoseok gave him a lecture the night before about him asking you out or something
  • yeah so you agree and while the two of you are waiting for your coffee, you realize that his music is playing and you’re like wow and yoongi just smiles his gummy smile and it’s cute and he finds you cute and it turns out that you’re taking intro to digital photography and he’s like i took it last semester and i can help if you ever need it
  • the two of you hang out sometimes whether that’s meeting up in the café or at the park when he’s editing some of his music and he shows you his pictures and tricks to help you with class and they’re really amazing
  • esp the ones from florence and you think it’s so cool that he studied abroad and he tells you about it and it sounded like a lot of fun
  • he even made these little short films and they’re so nice and aesthetic with some of his tracks playing in the background and it’s so chill
  • then sometimes you find yourself making playlists for him bc the way he talks about music, you know it’s important to him and when you meet up again you let him listen to them and he has a smile on his face bc it’s good music
  • before either of you can really process it, you realize how deep the feelings you have for each other run like it’s way past just friends
  • when he realized that he likes you he wasn’t !! it was just okay so like i them in that way and it took him a while to mull it over and he doesn’t tell you right away or at all
  • since he’s been helping you with photography, you take pictures of him when he’s working on music or playing basketball with the rest of bts and create this little collection that you posted on vsco and show him and he’s like wow these are nice without really noticing that it’s him then he’s oh and kinda blushes bc you titled it ‘i like you’
  • and within a few weeks, you’re officially a thing and the rest of bangtan are so happy for you guys
  • lots of really chill dates where you watch him edit his music and photos and your bf min yoongi, well, min genius is just that: a genius that has a soft heart and cares about you and his friends a lot
All the Family I Require

I actually managed to write a fic for this day! Thanks very much to @graciecatfamilyband for reading through. All grammar mistakes are her fault.

Not.


Leia sat back in her office chair and rubbed her eyes. She’d forgotten her glasses at home that morning and trying to read without them wasn’t helping her headache at all. She’d left a message on Han’s comm link asking him to pretty please bring them to her if he wasn’t too busy, but she hadn’t heard back.

Unfortunately, today was her scheduled no-meetings day, when all her responsibilities consisted of sitting in her office, reading briefings, handling correspondence, and writing.

There were aspirin in the drawer, and she took a few, hoping to get her blooming headache under control. It hadn’t started with the glasses, though—it had started when she walked through the doors of the office building and found the press corral full of nosy people.

Every so often, when the press ran out of actual news to report, they’d start bothering the well-known figures, the celebrities, the scientists, the politicians. Today had been her day (or definitely not her day, depending on how you looked at it) and she’d been hounded with questions left and right—and never questions about policy or her work or anything important—personal questions that they had no business asking.

“Ambassador, will we see you at the Senatorial Gala next week?” Why no, actually, that is a ball for senators, she sniped in her head.

“Do you care to comment on recent allegations of your husband’s infidelity?” Who’s Han cheating on me with this time, Chewie, or Luke? They’d had a good laugh last week in the supermarket check-out line when Han had spotted a poorly doctored picture of he and Lando in embrace splashed across the covers of several tabloids.

“Princess, tell us, are there plans for children in your future? Or have you forgone that avenue due to your bloodline?”

That question had almost made her pause in the hallway. She’d clenched her jaw closed and continued on to the elevators, leaving the press in the lobby to bother other people.

“You know, Your Highness, it wouldn’t hurt to give them an answer on that one. You and Captain Solo have been married for quite some time. The fact that you don’t have children makes people wonder if your marriage is…well, stable. If maybe you’re not as happy as you seem,” said the lady from PR. “And, if it’s a matter of not…not being able to, well, I’m sure you could help console many couples across the galaxy suffering from the same malady,” she’d encouraged. It had taken Leia nearly a full minute of composing herself not to just scream before dismissing the woman quickly.

There’d been a communique from the woman after about an hour with the subject line, ‘Why Happy Couples Should Have Children’, and Leia didn’t bother trying to struggle through it without her glasses.

 Her office door slid open and Leia cracked an eye open: Han. He held up her glasses.“I think I love you,” she said.

He raised his other hand, which held a what appeared to be a large grava-berry milkshake from her favorite fast-food place: a sure-fire way to help calm a headache.

“I definitely love you,” Leia amended, sitting up. He came around behind her desk and set both items on her desk, leaning down to kiss her slowly.

“Hectic morning?” he asked, his warm hands lingering on the back of her neck and momentarily easing the throbbing behind her eyes.

“How did you know?”

“Isn’t it always?” Han replied, straightening a bit. Leia quirked an eyebrow in agreement and took a long sip of her milkshake, feeling instantly better.

“Can I ask you something purely hypothetical?” she asked, leaning back to look up at his handsome face.

“Sure.”

“Do you think we’d have been happier now if we had kids?”

He seemed surprised by her question, and brought his hand to sweep pensively over his jaw while he thought through his answer.

“I’m pretty happy just bein’ you and me, Sweetheart,” he finally said. “We always talked about it bein’ that way, but we can talk about it again if you want,” he offered. “Are you–are you not happy?

“No, no, I’ve never been happier. It’s just…well, the PR department would appreciate it I disclosed our reason for not having a family. I just got a bantha-shit communique about it. They act like we’re committing a grievous crime because we don’t want to pop out a kid.”

“We are a family,” Han countered, a serious look on his face. Leia smiled a bit, feeling her anger abate just slightly as a fresh wave of love for him crashed over her. “What they say don’t matter, does it?”

“No. I was thinking, I suppose, about why that matters to anyone. People always say they never knew they could love their spouse as much as they do until after they have a baby, but I love you more and more every day even without a child,” Leia said. “ The number of children a couple does not correlate to how happy they are.”     

“If it were, you ‘n me’d have more kids than we knew what to do with,” Han teased. Leia giggled.

“That’s very true. Their second statement makes sense, I suppose. If we wanted children but couldn’t, talking about it could bring light to something that many couples face but cannot talk about,” she acquiesced. Han nodded in agreement. “I don’t know where this is all coming from, Han. I’m sorry to keep you from work so long,” she apologized.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” Han assured, rubbing her arm.

“It just makes me angry that they refuse to consider us normal because we don’t want to have a kid,” she continued. “We’re stuck being those weird couples in all the holos that have 14 exotic pets or are really…into aerobics or have an apartment full of Chandrilan crystal.”

“Well, maybe that means they’ll just leave us alone,” he soothed, leaning down to kiss her.

“It still makes me angry,” Leia muttered, standing to ease the angle of their kiss. “They asked about Vader,” she murmured. Han stopped his movement and leaned back, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking at her with concern.

“Sweetheart…”

“I’ve never wanted kids. Not even before I found out about him. I hate that they try to make everything about him.”

“I know.” They were silent for a moment, standing and soaking up the other’s presence. “Do you want to tell people? I’ll admit I ain’t crazy about the idea, but if they’re asking you about that, it might be best to just…get it all out. Like you said about the…other thing. It might show people that some folks can be happy without kids by choice,” Han offered.

“That’s not a bad idea. We can’t be the only couple in the galaxy who just doesn’t want children,” she chuckled.

“We can think about it,” he recommended.

“I like the sound of that,” she agreed. He slipped his hand up into her newly-short hair, finding the tight spot at the origin of her headache and applying pressure. She groaned and snuggled into him.

“Tell you what. If you come home early, I’ll help you get rid of that headache,” Han offered, rubbing her scalp with his fingers.“What do you have in mind?” she asked.            

“Hmm…I’ve heard that not-makin’-a-baby can be real good for headaches—both now, and for the next 18 years and nine months,” he teased in a low rumble into her ear. Leia shivered.        

“Deal.”     

    00    

A month later, the press was back in the lobby. She heard the typical questions regarding Han’s fidelity, her current projects, and even one about her haircut. 

“Your highness, last month you denied comment on your decisions to have a family with Captain Solo. Leia turned toward the reporter.

“I have a family with Captain Solo: myself, and him. That is all the family either of us requires.”

Gobber and Spitelout’s reaction

               Hiccup gulped nervously before taking a deep breath, building up enough courage to open the door to the Forge and step inside.

               “Laddie! Good to see you!” Gobber called out instantly, waving a hand in the air in greeting. The noise of the stone slowed and then stopped, allowing Gobber to toss aside the weapon and come over to give Hiccup a hearty pat on the back. “Didn’t know you were coming to Berk!”

               “Uh… had some… news for Dad.” Hiccup mumbled quietly with a small smile. “Er- you haven’t seen him, have you?”

               “Not since this morning.” Gobber replied, stepping away and tossing a leather apron in Hiccup’s arms. “While you’re waiting, give me a hand, will you? Seeing as how I only have… one.” Gobber chortled at his own joke, while Hiccup’s smile just widened.

               “I’d love to, Gobber… but I really need to find Dad.”

               Gobber quirked an eyebrow in suspicion, before yanking a lever and sending a barrel of weapons catapulting through the air and against a wall, Gobber cursing slightly at the mistake.

               “Sorry!” He shouted, scurrying to pick them up off the floor.

               Hiccup tossed the apron aside and rushed forward to assist the blacksmith, picking up the barrel of items once finished and tucking them in a corner. “Uh- I k-kinda need to-“ He murmured, inching towards the doorway. “find Dad…”

               “Something on your mind, Hiccup?” Gobber asked, placing hand and prosthetic against his hips. “You’re- stuttering again. Only do that when you’re lying or have a secret.”

               “I-I do?” Hiccup frowned and cleared his throat. “I-I do not…”

               “Well, you keep doing it. So out with it.” Gobber leaned against the work table, sending the wood creaking and bending slightly. “Come now, I’m not waiting here all day. And if you don’t tell me, I’ll… I’ll…” his voice trailed off. “Well, I’ll do something. And I’ll bet you won’t like it either. So, spill.”

               Hiccup stared at him blankly for a moment, before shaking his head and continuing towards the door. “No, really, Gobber. It’s nothing. Besides- I’m sure you’ll learn about it tonight…” Hiccup added the last as an afterthought, murmuring it under his breath.

               “Tonight, aye?” Gobber said thoughtfully. “Come on Hiccup! This is old Gobber you’re talking to! You can trust me.”

               Hiccup glared at him, while Gobber just leaned forward and smiled hopefully. “Come on…” He encouraged.

               Hiccup let out a huff of air before spinning about, ready to give it up. It was strange- how he wanted to tell, and yet he didn’t want to tell. Heck, one side of him wanted to scream it to the world, while the other part of him wanted to run off and harbor it to himself.

               “Er-“

               “You almost told me that time! JUST DO IT, for Thor’s sake!” Gobber exploded, eyeing his apprentice in concern. “You’re starting to worry me…”

               “Nothing’s wrong!” Hiccup reassured while holding up his hands. “N-nothing at all… it’s… uh- good news.”

               Gobber froze in mid step, turning about slowly to stare at Hiccup, who fidgeted nervously. “Good news?”

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