i think he's earned it


I adopted aro ace ritsu hc literally only to make this joke


Worlds 2017

Post FD hug <3

How yoi plays with sports story scheme

I was wondering recently why Yuri on Ice seemed to be so different and fresh to me and why so many people get so emotionally engaged with it. There is definitely a nice animation and great characters and representation and such a beautiful love story but I felt like there was something in the narration layer that I couldn’t name until I compared yoi storyline to the most common schemes.

When you look at most of the pop cultural stories, especially those where main plot focuses on sport, you’ll see that there is that one scheme they all follow - you have a hero who has talent but lacks something (like a good mentor or hard work or confidence), he finds a motivation to win (it may be anything from parent’s death to wish to impress a girl) and he finds a dedicated coach, he trains, he loses, he learns something about himself, he wins, he gets an award. This is the basic way of constructing such stories and it’s catchy because we all want to believe that we are able to fight our weaknesses and win by ourselves. You may modify this scheme to a large extent but the main core will always be a single hero who needs to grow in order to win and actually I think that this scheme is present in Yuri on Ice but in Yurio’s not Yuuri’s story. Yurio has talent, lacks hard work and needs to learn something about himself, his skate-off with Yuuri gives him a motivation to win, he trains hard, he loses, he grows, he wins. This doesn’t make his story or his character less interesting but I wanted to give you an example of what am I talking about so I could compare it to Yuuri’s story.

So now, where is Yuuri’s plot different you could say. Well, in a way you could find all those elements in Yuuri’s story too but his development is where it all turns to be innovative. You see in the basic scheme the hero needs to learn to win by himself while Yuuri has got to that point a long time ago. He had all of that: his motivation, his hard work, most of his abilities, his own strength before he met Victor. He was fighting by himself for five years before and even if his anxiety makes him look like a weak loser it is obvious he is already beyond that “learning about myself” phase. Even this confidence Victor helps him to find he already had just hidden. Yuuri knows his emotions and some of his strengths and most of the weak points himself and either he wins or loses those minor competitions it doesn’t change him too deeply. But what Victor gives him is the belief that he doesn’t have to fight by himself anymore. Not in a “you can learn from other people” or “teamwork is important” kind of way (’cause they are still used in most of the stories) but in acknowledging that you may become better if you let someone close to you (this lesson applies to Victor to btw but he is not the main hero so I’ll skip this part). 

I won’t say this reverses the scheme completely as this is still some kind of personal development that helps to win (though the fact that Yuuri does not finally win is interesting by itself) but it definitely changes the subtext of the whole story.  We like stories about heroes fighting by themselves because we often struggle with our problems alone and we need to believe me can do it. But Yuri on Ice gives us the idea that thought you are strong enough to fight maybe you don’t have to fight alone at all. I guess this is why it has such a great emotional impact because in a world that tells you all the time that it’s only for you to win the story of someone who still needed help even if he already was strong and beautiful is really hopeful, positive and in a way more realistic then the basic “hero can only win by himself” scheme. 

There is also the whole layer of how Victor doesn’t fit to the standard portrayal of a mentor figure but I think this is quite easy to spot and maybe let’s not make this longer than it has to be but the last quick reflection I had is that the most common way of portraying romantic relationships in the sports stories is either when the hero needs to sacrifice his relationship in order to focus (which is the trope I personally hate) or when he wins the attention of his love interest by winning the final competition (so the love is somehow a reward then). What is great in Yuuri and Victor’s relationship is how Yuuri doesn’t have to win to prove his worth to Victor. Almost from the beginning, Victor knows Yuuri’s flaws and he falls for him anyway. So Yuuri is not only given support that helps him to become better but also he doesn’t need to earn that support. Which I think again is quite moving because everyone dreams of this kind of relationship. We are all scared that we are not good enough to let someone help us in the first place and this is where yoi tells us it doesn’t have to be this way.

I’m sure there are much more tropes that are reversed in yoi and there is the whole narration layer that is also quite original but as storytelling is what I have the most experience with I decided to focus on this aspect only. And I may be wrong I just like to find and discuss narration schemes so please argue if you disagree but I love the fact that even when yoi takes those basic narration schemes it uses it to send a very positive message across and for me it could be a reason why there is such an enthusiastic fandom around it - because this anime exchanges the story of fighting alone for a story about growing in a relationship though it does not change a sports story for a cheaply romantic one.

Dating Harry Potter Would Include...

Requests are open! 

Prompt: @turtles-unicorns7464 Hello can you do a dating Harry Potter would include? Thank you!

Warnings: none

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

  • Harry would be so unsure of himself around you. HIs usual confidence would completely disappear and it would be replaced with awkwardness and stuttering.
  • Ron would hype him up before he asked you out
  • Harry would consult Hermione before he did anything that had to do with you.
  • “I think your the chosen one for me” (He earned a smack in the arm for that)
  • 90% of your relationship is Harry doing stupid stuff and you smiling and rolling your eyes
  • He would always come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist
  • “Pinky promise”
  • Passionate kisses after a win
  • He would be constantly wowed by your appearance and personality
  • He is actually the biggest flirt in the world
  • Even when your trying to do homework Harry will try to kiss you
  • Holding hands any time you’re together
  • eyes though
  • “We’re going to be fine. I promise”
  • Long and lazy afternoons together
  • Sitting in Three Broomsticks sipping butterbeer and just talking
  • Being his rock
  • Sometimes you just need to be there for him because being the protector of the entire wizarding world can be too much 
  • The admiring smile™
  • Terrible dancing in the common room late at night 
  • Ron still wonders how you two ended up together
  • “I’m the Chosen One, remember?”
  • Dragging you through the empty halls at the crack of dawn so you can watch the sunrise on the roof
  • Becoming really close with Hermione
  • Going to all his Quidditch matches and getting really into the game
  • Wearing his sweater from Mrs. Weasley, so much so that she makes you one too
  • “What are you so worried about?!”                                                             “You have the tendency to almost get killed. A lot.”
  • Like father like son
  • “They would’ve loved you, (Y/N)”
Play With Me, Alpha

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek x Fem!Reader

Summery: Derek’s newest beta keeps causing trouble, so one afternoon he gives her a punishment.

It was no secret that Derek had a soft spot for you, it was why you got away with so much. As soon as he’d turned you, you wrapped yourself around his protective instinct, making it easy to get what you wanted.

It started innocently, freshly turned, thunderstorm firing overhead, you’d hung onto Derek like a koala bear. But then it stuck, if you needed comfort you’d seek out Derek, who convinced himself it was better him that Scott or one of the betas. Then Stiles pointed out all the other things, batting eyes, pouting, the fake bad moods until you delightedly got Derek to give in.

Which was how the “detox war” started. Unfortunately for your alpha, his instincts screamed that pushing you away would mean pushing you out of the pack. Completely unaware that it was having the opposite effect.

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every westallen scene ever (124/?)

How I see you.

(The many ways Jughead Jones sees Betty Cooper.)

“What does that even mean?” Archie huffed, scratching the top of his head in unconcealed frustration.

“It’s a hyperbole Arch, its kind of like an exaggerated statement. It’s a joke. See, look how it’s written here.” Betty pointed a finger to a sentence in Archie’s literature textbook, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she helped her redheaded best friend understand his homework.

Jughead stared openly at the scene in front of him, she was just so.. warm. No matter what Betty Cooper did it was always in the most gentle and assuring way possible, Archie had been asking the same question for the past ten minutes and while Jughead wanted to throttle him Betty was as patient as a saint. She was all reassuring words and soft encouragements, it really was something to see.

“I can’t do it! I’ll just fail, it doesn’t even matter.” Archie threw his pencil on the cafeteria table angrily.

Betty shook her head
“You can do it, don’t you dare give up on me Andrews. You’re incredibly smart, you think coach Clayton would just let you give up in the middle of a game? I don’t think so. So you pick up that pencil and you finish this study guide.” There was a fierce determination in her eyes that couldn’t be argued, with a sigh Archie picked up his pencil and continued writing.

Glancing up through long lashes, Betty grinned at Jughead, her dimples poking through as she continued her tutoring, clapping her hands when Archie finally finished and declaring Milkshakes were on her after school.

Betty Cooper was the very definition of warmth.

She was spinning in circles outside of his trailer, tiny pink polished toes barefoot on the dying grass, her hair stuck to her back as rain pelted from the clouds.

“Come on Juggie! We haven’t done this since we were little. Where’s your sense of adventure!” She shouted over the thunder, her arms open wide as her eyes shone with mischief.

Jughead tried desperately to keep the grin off of his face as he leaned against the doorway

“I’d rather not catch a cold, you’re insane! It’s practically a hurricane! Get inside.” He called for her.

“It’s just a little sun shower! I get it, you’re chicken! Aw poor little juggie afraid of a little rain!” Betty put her hands under her arms and began making clucking sounds, splashing through puddles while she taunted Jughead.

He rolled his eyes playfully before shrugging his denim jacket off and running after the drenched blonde, gripping her by the waist and swinging her around as she squealed and clutched the hands holding her.

“Who’s chicken now?” He whispered against her ear, reveling in the way she shivered at the sound of his voice.

Whipping around Betty brought her lips dangerously close to Jugheads causing the dark haired boy to gasp sharply, her breath mingled with his and she whispered back

“Still you.”

She shoved him back and he tumbled into a particularly large puddle, staring up at her with shocked eyes as she giggled and slowly backed away, the rain was slowing down now as he stood and marched towards her.

“See.” She beamed “just a sun shower.” She pulled him towards the truck giggling.

Betty Cooper was the very definition of sunshine.


“Go! Just go! Get out of here!”
Betty dug her fingernails into the side of her head, cradling her face as she rocked back and forth. Jughead was standing in front of her, moving slowly to the blonde crouched in the corner of her bedroom

“Bets.. baby, It’s okay. I’m right here.” He tried to steady his voice, but he had never seen her like this before, she was shaking like a leaf and the heavy tears were dripping down her cheeks.

“I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want you… you can’t see my darkness. Please..” she whimpered, shoving her hand out to stop him, his eyes instantly fell to the dark scarlet drops of blood falling from her palms. Fuck it.

He ran to her then, picking her up and dropping her onto his lap, his arms coming around her and wrapping her up as he whispered in her ear as she sobbed openly, clutching his shirt in her cut up palms.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m right here.” He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling the strawberry and cream of her shampoo.

“My mom..my dad.. I just…” she choked out.

He shushed her softly, rubbing circles into her back.

“I know, I know.” He held her until she fell asleep and even after that, they stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms.

She was damaged and broken and lovely but Betty Cooper was the very definition of Perfectly imperfect.

“I’ve got the last box!” Betty held up the medium sized cardboard box and wiggled excitedly.
“Were officially moved in! Our first home!” She dropped the box on the carpeted floor and stood in front of Jughead her hands on her hips as he smirked at her.

“Casa Cooper-Jones. it’s kind of a dump but..” he trailed off, rubbing his neck nervously.

Betty approached him then, her slender arms coming around his neck

“It’s perfect and it’s all ours, our very own trailer.” She smiled up at him, happiness and love shining through her eyes.

They had bought out one of the trailers on the Southside. Both of the twenty year olds had decided to stay in Riverdale, with Polly being a single mother and Jugheads father getting out of prison soon it was almost impossible to leave their families. Jughead had been the one to bring up the subject and of course his beautiful girlfriend had been nothing but understanding claiming Riverdale community college had a great education program, Jughead was in the process of getting his first novel published So working from home really wasn’t a problem for him.

“I’m going to buy you a big house one day Betty Cooper, I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Betty pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled dazed

“You already have.” She whispered.

Betty Cooper was the very definition of his angel.

The familiar melody of a 1950s love song played through the speakers in the reception hall, Betty was tucked against Jugheads body, his arms squeezing her waist, fingers toying with the soft white lace on her hips. She hummed into his neck, his nose running up her bare neck, exposed by the ornate updo.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look Mrs.Jones” he mumbled into her soft skin.

Betty giggled
“Only about a hundred times Mr.Jones”

“Well I’m going to tell you every single day until the day we die, you’re my wife now, I think I’ve earned that.” He pulled back and spun her out.

Betty spun back into his arms and laughed
“I can live with that.”

Betty Cooper was his wife.

You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] (Steve Rogers fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: Litost by X Ambassadors

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!  

<<<Part One   Part Two   Epilogue>>>



Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.

Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried. 

The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.

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Full medal jacket

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Steve’s decorations in the MCU—or rather, the lack of them—and especially about Bucky’s medals, which are nonexistent. I’m writing a fic where there’s some discussion about decorations, valor, and the fact that Bucky was a war hero, trying to make sense of the incoherent hack writing of CACW that has the media identifying the “infamous Winter Soldier” as James Buchanan Barnes, but apparently no one seems to also be talking about the fact that this is Howling Commando James Barnes, Captain America’s best friend James Barnes, decorated war hero James Barnes. (laporcupina has a nice examination of this here.)

The first time we see Steve in his Captain’s uniform, he’s wearing these ribbons and badges

Sigh. He’s so dreamy… There’s a few different posts floating around identifying what those ribbons and badges are, but the most important is that he’s wearing the ribbons for only two medals: one is the purple heart with an oak leaf cluster, which signifies that he was wounded in action at least twice (once for the original medal, the oak leaves for another award). That one’s interesting because we don’t see him get wounded, really, in the First Avenger; it could mean, though, that the multiple purple hearts were for meritorious service because they were given for that at that time. He’s also wearing an American Service Defense Medal ribbon, which confuses me, because in the MCU he shouldn’t wear it: they were given for active service from 1939–1941, so he wouldn’t have had this. (In the comics, yes, but not the movies.) I chalk this up to Marvel’s notoriously terrible props department, the folks who gave us a museum display with two different birthdates for Bucky on the SAME DISPLAY, and use quotation marks and apostrophes for feet and inches, when no self-respecting museum would do that. (Those are the tip of the props issues iceberg but my personal pet peeves.)

Now, this shot is presumably in the scene where he blows off Senator Brandt in London, where he’s supposed to receive a “Medal for Valour” which is never specified. And it’s irritating because: which was it? Was it the Medal of Honor, the highest award you can earn? Or was it the Distinguished Service Cross, the second highest award for valor? It could even be the Silver Star, although I feel like that’s unlikely because single-handedly rescuing 400-plus men from a heavily guarded prison camp is a lot more than Silver Star-worthy. My feeling is that it was the DSC, maybe because they figured they’d save the MoH for later since he’d probably be raking in medals as he won the war. I can buy him not wearing it right then since the ceremony just happened, but…it’s a stretch.

Then immediately after, we see Steve with the men who will become the Howlies, and no one has any decorations on their uniforms/they’re not in full uniform…and then there’s Bucky. He has no decorations even when we see him in the service uniform at the start of CATFA, and he’s certainly not wearing any in the pub.

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Imagine Woozi laughing at the other members’s hilarious antics when they show how happy they are after he treats them to a meal.


Originally posted by 85milk


“Everyone’s leaving for the weekend,” Seungcheol promised, a hint of a smirk in his voice, “it’ll be just us here. This way, you don’t have to kick out your roommate and piss her off even more.”

“How considerate,” you teased with a grin, “fine. I’ll be over tomorrow night after class. Between now and then, either make the guys clean up or do it yourself. I still have the scar from tripping over Chan’s bag and landing on Hansol’s wand.”

“He’s still not over that,” Seungcheol laughed, “even though you got him that new one. But, if it makes you feel better, I’ll clean everything. And, yes, that includes the shower.”

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anonymous asked:

I am a manager in a glorified hardware store. I am also a very small female. The combination means that I encounter a lot of sexism from customers and my coworkers. There is one cashier who never does any actual work and who refuses to listen to me because I'm younger than he is. Today I think I finally earned his respect. Turns out all it took was seeing my 5'2 self carry 200lbs of dog food across the store at once. He thinks I'm really strong but really I'm just too lazy to make a 2nd trip😂

i just finished swr zero hour




i’m convinced filoni is purposely avoiding a kallus/zeb reunion so that we can go off and write fanfic about it and not be disappointed by however canon handles it.

he threw us a huge bone though with the escape pod scene. IDENTICAL to zeb getting in the escape pod in honorable ones, just before kallus follows him into it (he just haaad to chase after zeb). THAT’S WHERE ALL THIS SHIT STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE. someone please side by side that shit ASAP kallus is literally walking in zeb’s footsteps now.

i eagerly await all the gifs and screencaps of kallus’ bruised face and mussed hair and JUST SO DONE WITH THESE IMPERIAL FUCKS attitude cuuuz hot damn he has never looked better.

ok here have some of my shitty caps:

i am so proud of him for getting his ass the fuck outta there as soon as he had the chance. it was masterful. he stayed as long as he could but with his cover blown there was no more use for him as an ‘imperial’.


HE DIDN’T SAY ‘IT’S FULCRUM’ HE SAID ‘IT’S KALLUS’ which is so important!

he prob knew who it was before the symbol even appeared, i mean look at his face when hera says they have an incoming transmission

he had mutton chops on the brain, i guarantee it.

there are infinite headcanons for their reunion so i guess it was smart of the show to let us have the freedom to run with those. in mine, kallus now lives with such shame and self-loathing that he thinks himself unworthy to even speak to zeb, given the fact that the last time they saw each other kallus said that by exterminating zeb’s people he was only doing his duty.

this ship is problematic at best but it’s not like there’s no basis for it (honorable ones was the gayest shit i’ve ever seen). this finale towed the line as well as it could by avoiding the issue completely and will prob succeed in getting shippers and haters alike to return for season 4.

i think kallus earned the thanks kanan gave him at the end. he did risk everything. but he has A LOT to atone for (most of which he’ll never fully be able to), especially with zeb… cue fanfic/art.

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Prompt 9 with Carl Grimes?

Prompt #9: “We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it.”

Warnings: A lil violence, language, fluff

“I bet you that I can kill that walker over there just by throwing my knife.” Carl smiles at you, challenge clear in his voice.

“You’re going to knife throw?” You snort. “I’ve never seen you throw knives once. There’s no way that you’re going to get him.”

You and Carl had decided to spend the exploring outside the walls of Alexandria together, something that Rick was very hesitant to let you two do alone. After some convincing and promising that you wouldn’t pick a fight with a walker unless absolutely needed, he allowed it happen.

So, here you and Carl are- walking down the road, making bets whether or not Carl can throw his knife and nail it in the head of the walker that is currently standing off to the side of the road. You and Carl are best friends and spend almost every waking minute together- so you know that there is no way he can possibly win this bet.

“I think you’re underestimating my skills, Y/N.” Carl teases.

“Fine. If you can throw your knife and kill it, I’ll never underestimate you ever again.” You offer. “But until you can prove yourself, I just don’t believe it.”

“Deal. And if I win, you have to kiss me.” Carl smirks, making your eyes go wide. 

You’ll admit that kissing Carl has crossed your mind at some point, since there is no denying that you find him cute. But, you two are best friends and you’d never figured that either of you would cross that line.

“Deal.” You say.

Almost effortlessly, Carl throws his knife, aiming directly at the walker’s head. Much to your surprise, it lands directly in the center of its forehead- a straight shot. Your mouth drops as you see the walker fall to the ground, lifeless.

“Holy. Shit.” Your voice comes out whispered. He did it. “When the hell did you learn that?!”

“It’s a secret.” He smirks. “So, I think I earned my kiss?”

“No, no way.” You shake your head. “Tell me how you learned that first.”

“Nope. We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it.”

Sighing, you lean over and press your lips against his. You’re pleasantly surprised at how soft they are, but you’re more surprised at how much you’re enjoying this. Your lips move together at an even, slow pace and by the time it’s over, you’re wishing it never finished.

“So,” You clear your throat. “That was…”

“Long overdue.” He laughs, pressing his lips up against yours one more time. “And by the way, I don’t know how to throw knives. That was just a lucky shot.”

syllabicacronyms  asked:

ok, but when and how does adrian find out kara is supergirl?

Something’s familiar about Kara the first time he sees her, when she walks almost timidly into Maggie’s apartment – which Adrian’s filled up with the scents of the cooking his dad and Maggie have taught him to do over the years – and hugs her sister and hugs Maggie.

There’s something familiar about her when she walks toward him, where he’s stationed in the kitchen with the “Kiss the Cook, He’s Hot, Just Look at Him” apron Maggie keeps in his little cabinet.

Maggie squints and watches him closely, her lips pursed with the beginnings of a grin.

Alex nudges her gently in the shoulder.

Maggie nudges her gently right back.

Kara adjusts her glasses, and Adrian – ever relishing the opportunity to play host, especially tonight; the first night that he’s meeting anyone from Alex’s life – wipes his hand on his apron and extends it toward her.

“Firm handshake,” they both say, impressed, at the same time, and Maggie and Alex exchange a partially nervous, partially excited glance.

“I’ve heard all about you from Maggie and Alex,” Kara tells him after they power through their slightly awkward giggling and let their hands drop awkwardly to their sides.

“And I’ve heard all about you. So I cooked a lot! I love food, too,” he enthuses, and he gives her a whirlwind tour of all the dishes he and Alex have been making.

Kara is groaning within seconds, and she leans into Maggie eagerly.

“Can I borrow him sometimes? He cooks so much!”

“I helped!” Alex protests, offended, and Maggie, Adrian, and Kara exchange a secret glance that has all three of them stifling laughter.

The tickle war that ensues – Adrian only joining the Danvers girls and their Maggie after Alex yanks him in – bonds him and Kara into a solid tickle team against their older sisters.

As the night goes on, Adrian’s initial impression of familiarity with Kara fades as he gets to know her.

Gets to know the way she snorts sometimes when she laughs; the way that Alex and Maggie really weren’t exaggerating when they told him to cook extra food; the way she doesn’t flinch, not once, when Adrian and Maggie swap queer jokes; the way she laughs along, because maybe, just maybe, she’s queer, too.

He doesn’t think about it – that familiarity, that jolt of ‘haven’t I seen you before’ – until he’s face down on the cracked concrete, his university in Star City under some sort of Cadmus attack.

He doesn’t think he’s injured – he thinks he can feel all his limbs – but his hands shake on his phone.

Everyone around him must be calling 911. He knows that. Him?

He doesn’t care if she’s entire cities away.

He calls the only police number that makes him feel safe.


“Okay, Ade, can you get somewhere out of the way? Somewhere hidden? I’m sending someone for you. I promise we’re getting you out of there, I promise you. Just stay on the phone, okay, kid? I’ve got you. Just… just stay on the phone. And no heroics, kid, you here me?”

He can’t hear what she shouts next – it’s garbled and there’s so much screaming on his end that he can’t get his head around it – and he doesn’t have time to protest that whoever she sends can’t possibly get there in time, because these guys have guns that look like they can blow up the entire quad with one or two shots…

And he heard her, he did, when she said no heroics, but there’s some kid that looks like a freshman and he’s sitting ducks, looks like his ankle is broken, and Adrian doesn’t think – Maggie wouldn’t think – and Adrian sprints, and Adrian hauls him to his feet, and Adrian turns, and there’s a Cadmus weapon trained at him, and Maggie’s voice will be the last thing he hears, and somehow, that’s okay.

But then there’s a shadow flying low above him, and there’s a rustling and his hair flutters and there’s a red cape and an explosion from the weapon that was pointing at him but the explosion doesn’t hit him or the kid he’s supporting, doesn’t hurt him or the kid he’s holding.

He doesn’t even feel its heat.

Because Supergirl has landed in front of him, and he hears his schoolmates scattered across the broken quad, cheering, because Supergirl is snapping the weapon over her knee and knocking the Cadmus guy out cold easily.

She turns to Adrian and the boy with the broken ankle with her hands on her hips, like she hadn’t just flown across multiple cities and beaten up an armed Cadmus lackey with her bare hands, grinning faintly at the applause in the background.

“Oof, looks like you need a doctor,” she tells the boy, and he nods breathlessly.

“Can we get a couple medics here?” Supergirl calls, her voice low, and something twitches in the back of Adrian’s mind, that familiarity, but he can’t place it.

She doesn’t look at him and he vaguely wonders why as two paramedics on scene run up to help the boy Adrian had protected. The boy kisses Adrian’s cheek with a soft thank you, scribbling his number onto Adrian’s forearm as they help him limp somewhere he can get his ankle looked at.

Adrian watches him go with wide eyes, and he raises his phone to his ear again, but Supergirl takes it from him before he can speak.

“I thought you told him no heroics!” she scolds into the phone, and suddenly Adrian knows why he felt that sensation of familiarity when he met Kara.

“Well, apparently he’s just about as good at obeying orders as you and my sister are; when I got here he was busy rescuing some kid with a broken ankle – I know, I’ll tell him – I – well, I think he’s earned it. I mean, you trust him, right, and he just proved he’s got the heart of a hero – I know you’ve always said that – okay, you know what, I’m on duty, I’m putting him on the phone. I’ll see you at movie night tonight. Tell Alex everything’s under control here, but they should still send a team to clean up the mess. Here, Adrian,” she finishes, handing him back the phone.

“Thanks Kara,” he says faintly, softly, looking levelly into her eyes, and she grins softly at him.

“Welcome to the Superfriends,” she puts a hand on his shoulder with a soft wink, letting her voice rise more into Kara’s than Supergirl’s for a moment.

He puts the phone back to his ear, still slack-jawed, as Kara flies up, up, and away with a whoosh that blows his jacket back, over to survey the rest of campus, to make sure there’s no lingering threat.

“Maggie – “ he begins, but stops, because he has no idea what to say.

“The glasses really don’t help, do they, kid?”

He laughs explosively, because in the last five minutes, he’s almost died, he’s saved a boy’s life, he’s gotten said boy’s number, and he’s found out that his queer aunt slash sister-in-law just happens to be Supergirl.

He’s alive, and he has a boy’s phone number on his arm, and Supergirl – Kara, Kara, Kara – trusts him with her biggest secret.

So he laughs explosively, he laughs happily, he laughs with relief and with love and with affection, because no. No, the glasses really don’t help.

llorstel  asked:

The Castleship being like a non verbal HAL

“When you put it that way, it does make it sound a bit haunted, doesn’t it?” 

Coran hummed quietly as he worked on fine-tuning the power flow of the couplings between the Balmeran energy crystal and the Castle’s engines. 

It was an old song, a familiar song, one he’d learned in the barracks of the Altean military after duty and after a few too many shots of Netrichta-leaf spirits.

The engine gently hummed with him.

“Alright, old girl,” he said as the calibration monitor he’d attached finally began showing the correct readings. “That should keep you running smoothly for a bit. Or at least until the shields fail again,” he added dryly. 

The engine crackled, a low, staticky sound.

“I know, I know.” Coran pulled himself out from under the crystal and got to his feet, then patted the control monitor’s console. “Maybe we’ll find you some nice upgrade components on Hekuyoja, hm? Kolivan says they have good trade with the Wericha.”

Another pulsing hum, three deep, resonating notes, and Coran chuckled as he packed his repair tools back into their kit.

“All systems re-route to forward shields!” Allura ordered behind him, and though it did as she commanded, the Castle groaned, low and pained, as it did so.

“Hold together, girl,” Coran urged through gritted teeth, clinging to the navigation and weapons console to keep from being thrown off his feet when they took another hit. “You’ve got enough life in you yet, I know you do.”

Regaining his footing, he began typing in a workaround to free some of the weapons for a retaliatory strike, and the Castle’s energy crackled and hissed around them. “That’s it, that’s it, come on, hit back,” he encouraged.

A sharp rumbling noise sounded under their feet, like a rousing nebula snake, and the forward guns finally responded for the first time since they’d taken that broadside sucker-hit, scoring a deep, blazing gash into the opposing ship.

We’re in!” Pidge called triumphantly over the comm as streaks of light shot into the hole to begin ripping the pirates apart from the inside, and Coran took a deep, relieved breath. 

“I think you definitely earned those upgrades now,” he murmured quietly enough that Allura wouldn’t hear.

And the ship hummed just a little louder around him.

With or without me

Word count: 2513

Warning: the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written

Kai siphones you during sex

After three weeks of Kai ignoring you and not wanting to touch you in any way just to teach you a lesson, really made your head spinning. You hated when he did it. No matter what you did, walk around the house in your short skirts without any underwear underneath it or walked around the house in your sexy lingerie, it didn’t help. You were seducing him the whole time, driving him crazy to the point where he had to leave the house because it was too much for him, but he was strong. Much, much stronger than you were even though his bulge was perfectly visible through his jeans and you knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Sometimes you would lock yourself in the bathroom when he wasn’t at home and touch yourself in the way Kai would, with him on your mind you brought yourself to a release, moaning out his name. It calmed you down a little bit, but nothing could have compared to what Kai’s fingers could do to your body. Sometimes, he came behind you, pretending he was just picking up a glass of water and then grazed his long fingers on your bare skin, his crotch pressing firmly against your butt, making your breath hitch at the feeling and you could have felt the smirk that was on his face everytime he did it because he knew what kind of effect he had on you. It made your body tremble and sent chills down your spine but the feeling always ended up *down there.*

Today wasn’t any different. He did the exactly same thing, his touch feeling like fire as if it would burn your skin if he touched you, your heart picking up its pace, beating against his chest while his head was pressed against your neck, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath. He perfectly knew what he was doing and after minutes of torturing you, he stepped away from you and quickly fixed his obvious bulge in his jeans and smirked at you when he saw you biting your lip, your eyes focused on his bulge for a few seconds before you made eye contact with him.

‘See you later beautiful.’ He simply said and then walked out of the house, closing the big doors behind him. You placed your hands on the kitchen counter and leaned on them as you exhaled hardly, letting out a big sigh, feeling like you have been running a marathon. Your legs were weaker, feeling like jello and like you could collapse right there on the floor. You were hungry, but not for food. You were hungry for Kai and his incredible touch that always made your body feel good like nobody ever did before and you couldn’t help but remember what it felt like having him right inside you, filling and stretching you out oh so perfectly. The thought of it made you bite your lip, stopping yourself from moaning out loud. You ran your fingers roughly through your hair, frustration completely taking over your body. You looked towards the front door, knowing Kai wouldn’t be back for couple of hours so you had the house all to yourself, again.

'Screw it!’ You muttered and right there in the kitchen took your bra off and threw it down on the floor, jumping over it as your feet took your right where you wanted to be. On the way to the bathroom, you stopped again and took your panties off, walking completely naked through an empty house and directly to the bathroom. You opened the water in the bathtub, letting it fall into an oval ceramic white bathtub, pouring a little bit of esential oils into the water, a strong vanilla scent hitting your nostrils. You stepped into the bath tub and laid down, warm water wrapping your body perfectly, relaxing your muscles in a second. You exhaled deeply at a nice feeling, the scent calming you down. You closed the tap, the bathtub completely filled, covering your entire body. You closed your eyes and slowly placed your hands on your breasts, squeezing them lightly and then playing with your nipples, feeling them getting hard under your own touch. You let out a quiet moan as you traveled your one hand down your torso, reaching your belly button and then went lower until your hand was exactly where you needed it to be. You trailed your index finger over your clit a couple of times and then slipped one finger inside you, circling it around and feeling your warm walls as you added another finger in. You squirmed in your seat and spread your legs a bit further apart as your other hand slid down your body, finding your clit. You started rubbing it gently with your finger, while you pushed the fingers in a out of you, the combination of those two actions, getting you closer to the point you were craving the most. You sped up a little bit, your moaning getting louder with each movement, making you throw your head back in pleasure as you felt yourself getting closer to your release.

'Having fun without me?’ You heard a male voice, scaring you, your eyes opening in a split second, gasping for air as some of the water spilled on the bathroom floor. You looked to one side and saw Kai standing there, leaned against the door frame with the biggest smirk on his face, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He smiled and slowly walked towards you, only a few larger steps were enough to reach the bathtub. He knelt down and had a perfect view on your naked body as there were no bubbles to cover you up. 'Now, what were you doing?’ He whispered and dipped his index finger in the water, swirling it around just above your lover half. 'You know, I don’t like when you’re having fun without me, sweetheart.’ He muttered as you felt a slight pressure on your clit, massaging it in slow circles. Hevwas using his magic on you, pleasuring you and bringing you closer to your release with each circle he made on your clit. Your walls clenched as you squirmed in your seat, trying really hard to keep your moans muffled. He smiled at you and winked, his magic working on your body superbly, a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach getting stronger but just when you wanted to let go, he stopped. You groaned in frustration and looked at him furiously only to earn a mischevious smile from him.

'I was thinking’ he dunk his hand into the warm water,  slowly pushing it all the way until it hit the bottom of the bathtub. 'Maybe I should have taken care of you, but then again’ he moved his hand closer to your entrance and teased it with his fingers a couple of times before he pushed two fingers into you, stretching you out a little bit, making you gasp out. 'this is much more fun’ he pulled his fingers almost all the way out and then quickly pushed them back in. Out. In. Out. In. 'We could have gone to dinner first, get some food in you, watch some kind of movie, whatever you want. Tough decision, I would have needed your help to decide.’ He kept talking like he wasn’t finger fucking you in a freaking bathtub. 'I have to say, seeing you like this, squirming at my touch, your warm walls clenching around my fingers is much, much, much better than any dinner or any other thing that exists in this god damn world.’

'Fuck, Kai. Please, let me.’ You moaned out and grabbed onto the sides of a bathtub, throwing your head back as you felt your orgasm approaching.

'Please, what? What do you want, sweetheart?’ He whispered and slowed down the pace that his fingers were making inside you, circling them around, his fingers finding your g-spot, hitting it perfectly every time.

'Please, let me come for you, please.’ You cried out, dying to let yourself go. 'Look at me.’ You barely opened your eyes, somehow managed to look him in the eyes, your mouth slightly opened as he kept circling his fingers around, but what pushed you over the edge was when he used his magic again you, pressing onto your clit as you came loudly, crying out his name in pleasure, your body falling apart under his touch and the sound of your moaning turning him on even more as he wanted to make his way with you right then and there. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed his fingers into his mouth, devouring them like what was left on them was his favourite candy.

'Mm, so good.’ His got up and fixed his jeans, his bulge obvious through his jeans as you couldn’t help but stare at it for a few seconds, your breathing uneven. 'Like what you see?’ He asked, winking at you. You bit your lip and quickly got out of the tub, kneeling down in front of him.

'What do you think you’re doing, missy?’ He asked with a seductive voice.

'Taking care of my man. Now shut up and enjoy.’ You whispered as you unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down to his ankles, getting a closer meeting with his now hard lenght, just waiting to be set free. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on it, Kai’s hands abruptly finding their way to your hair, grabbing on it slightly. You reached out your hands and pushed up his shirt, revealing his toned torso, your lips kept planting gentle kisses on his bulge.

'Stop teasing.’ He moaned out, his gaze strongly focused on you. You showed him a small smiled and then tugged on the sides of his boxers and slowly pushed them down, his lenght springing up free, hitting his abdomen, standing strongly and perfectly in front of your face. You grabbed it with your hand and stroke him a couple of times before planting a kiss on his tip, his pre-cum staining your lips. You licked them, the salty feeling making you groan a bit. You leaned in and took him in your mouth as deep as you could, until it hit the back of your throat.

'Oh shit. Just like that.’ Kai cried out, his hips jerking forward, hitting the back of your throat again. You hummed, the vibrations making him even harder. You pulled back almost all the way and took him in again and this time you didn’t stop. You hollowed your cheeks and kept stroking him with your hand, his panting getting louder, Kai making the grip on your hair tighter as you felt him twitch and just when you knew he will cum, you grazed him slightly with your teeth, sending him over the edge as Kai cried out loudly, only curse words escaping his mouth, his warm liquid trickling down your throat. He looked down at you when you were wiping your mouth with your thumb and smiled at him, his breathing shallow and heavy.

'You will be the death of me one day, sweetheart.’ He moaned and picked you up with a one seift motion, wrapping your legs around his body as you still felt his rock hard lenght under you butt. You reached down and started stroking him again, but your hand got slapped away by his, making you gasp.

'No, baby, now it’s your turn. I have to make it up to you for all this time’ he threw you on the bed and abruptly spread your legs, your bare heat completely exposed to him. He climber on top of you and kissed you deeply, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth, fighting for dominance while his fingers ran aceoss your wet folds, pushing a single finger inside, feeling how wet and warm you were, ready for him.

'So nice. You’re always so ready for me, sweetheart.’ He licked his finger and positioned himself at your entrance, guiding himself with his hand, trailing his tip over your folds, covering himself in your arousal and then pushed inside youwith ease, filling you up to the hilt. You threw your head back and arched your back, his size still surprising you at how thick he was everytime he slid himself into you. He didn’t waste any time as he immediately started thrusting at a faster pace, your breath hitching everytime he pushed in, your skin feeling like it was on fire, sensitive at each touch Kai made on your body. You reached between your bodies to rub your clit, but your hand quickly got replaced by Kai’s hand, rubbing your clit in figure eight motion, his thrust perfectly fitting the movements his hand was making. You arched your back and jerked your hips forward, you and Kai falling into a perfect rhythm.
Kai groaned deeply as he looked down where his hips met yours, focusing on hitting your g-spot everytime, getting you both to your release once again.

'Fuck, Kai. I- I’m so- close.’ You stuttered and placed your hands on his neck, pulling him closer as your lips met his in a deep and passionate kiss, feeling his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute, but his pace was still there. 'I can’t hold it anymore- I- oh fuck-’ you moaned out and clenched around him as your second orgasm tore through your body, your legs shaking and your nails digging into Kai’s back, drawing small lines over it, causing his hips to slam into you in few sharp thrusts.

'You feel so good, shit.’ He groaned and placed his head in the crook of your neck, his hand placed firmly on your hip. His hot breath caressed your neck, his deep groans filling the room. 'Ugh- fuck-’ he twitched inside you and in time when his orasm hit his body, a red light started glowing around his hand, siphoning the magic out of you unintentionally, but even though it did hurt a little bit, it also somehow added more pleasure and it made you scream out loud, your name escaping Kai’s mouth as he abruptly collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

'I fucking love you.’ Kai moaned and planted a sloppy koss on your lips and then pulled out of you, making you wince a little bit at the loss of him inside you. 'Did I make it up to you?’ He asked, his chest rising up and down as he was still trying to catch his breath and still his breathing.

'Even more than that, but, I am far from being down with you.’ You bit your lip and got on top of him again, sitting on his lap as his hands made their way to your butt, pressing you down onto his crotch, preparing himself to take you again like you deserve it.