i thought she was pretty cool

i remember, back before “catch and release”, there was a particular vein of the “peridot has artificial limbs” theory that i really liked: for whatever reason, peridot couldn’t form a full light body, and so had to have artificial additions so that she could stabilise and form.

and like?? that would have been so cool… like imagine the cgs keep the limb enhancers to examine them, and then steven unbubbles peridot. and peri gets about five feet before her form just starts totally glitching out. it’s mostly her limbs - her feet disappear from under her, her arms keep reverting to stubby bits of light, and while she’s trying to force herself to keep her form together she just can’t.

and steven feels really bad for her, because she can barely move around. she can’t hold things, she trips every five seconds because her legs keep destabilising, and that sort of thing. so he goes to the other gems and is like “hey… so long as we’re keeping her unbubbled… maybe we should give her back her limbs?” and the other cgs agree that this is probably a good idea, but they deactivate her weapons and her flying gear just in case.

peridot is super surprised when they give her back her limb enhancers - being from a cruel planet, she expected that she would be immobilised in one way or another while she was their prisoner. and that’s the start of her beginning to trust steven, because he shows the common decency to let someone have their prosthetics even though that person is a prisoner. and that just would not have happened on homeworld.

and later when peridot joins the crystal gems, she casually reactivates her weapons and flight. “huh? yeah, i could have done that at any time. i just thought it would be more conductive to cooperation if i accepted the implicit terms of our truce. i don’t turn my weapons back on and shoot you, and you don’t put me in a bubble again.”

because like, how cool would that have been? peridot would have been so relateable to pretty much any disabled person watching. amputees, those with general mobility impairments, those with motor control issues, or anyone who needs assistive technology to function in society. and it would have given the message of “assistive technology like screens, prosthetics and the like are important and non-negotiable - you can’t take away someone’s limbs or senses just because you don’t like them!”

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Lorelai’s thoughts as she sees Luke coming to the Dragonfly’s test run:
Oh, there he is. He actually came, I can’t believe it. He came. Woah. Do I look pretty enough? I don’t know what to do with my hands. Let’s make sure my hair is not a mess. Be cool, Gilmore. It’s Luke. It’s Luke! The Luke who can waltz! And he brought flowers with him. He came to the test run and brought flowers. And why do I look like a mess? I am a mess! I have no clue what’s going on. This man is a mystery, yet he came and brought flowers.

The first and last words of each song on 1989.
  • Welcome To New York: walking through york
  • Blank Space: nice name
  • Style: midnight style
  • Out of the Woods: looking good
  • All You Had to Do Was Stay: people stay
  • Shake It Off: I shake
  • I Wish You Would: it's back around
  • Bad Blood: 'cause hey
  • Wildest Dreams: he said pretend
  • How You Get the Girl: stand the girl
  • This Love: clear to me
  • I Know Places: you stand with me
  • Clean: the drought was clean
  • Wonderland: flashing in wonderland
  • You Are In Love: one love
  • New Romantics: we're free
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When I was little, I thought about becoming a lawyer like my parents, and my mother would always tell me, “You can do anything you want — except be a lawyer.” Not like I couldn’t. But my mom used to model when she was younger, before she went to law school, and I think she thought it was pretty cool. I think my parents saw that acting ultimately made me happy, even though it was a rough ride for a little bit. There wasn’t a ton of pushback about it. Which is interesting, coming from where I came from.

Cheater? (Reggie x Reader)

Request: could you maybe do a reggie and reader imagine where they have been dating for years but he cheats on her and they break up he tries to win her back but she keeps shooting him down but she has a bad fight with her mom and she doesn’t know where else to go to so she goes to reggie’s and he comforts her and they talk and get back together


 You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The thought of Reggie kissing someone that wasn’t you made you sick to your stomach. It was a painful reminder why you didn’t go to party in the first place. Nothing good ever happens when teens have alcohol.  It what ended your relationship with him, you couldn’t trust him anymore.

“Babe I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing”  Reggie begged you and tears were forming in his eyes. He didn’t want all of the years that you guys been together to end over some stupid drunken mistake that he had made.

“Please stop Reggie, it’s too late we’re over” You said as tears were falling down your cheeks, you loved him but you couldn’t have him anymore. You felt like all of your air was getting pulled out of you as you try to breath through the tears.

“We can fix it Y/N, don’t give up on us, not yet” Reggie pleaded he was losing you, something that he never thought was possible and it was his own fault.

“You already did Reggie” You let out while your voice was cracking “You broke us”

You sat down at you lunch table, facing away from the football team so you didn’t have to look at Reggie. Betty looked at you as you sat down on side of her, you never sat there. But it came to her mind when she heard the football team laughing from behind her. Reggie, was why you were sitting there.

“You okay?” Betty asked as you finally settle down in your place. You phoned her the night you guys broke up so she knew what had happened.

“Peachy” You said as you took a bite of your sandwich, listening to Veronica and Kevin conversion.

“So Y/N” Veronica started to say as she turned her head to face you “What’s with Reggie and you?” You looked at her figuring Betty already told her but you guessed not.

“Nothing” Veronica leaned over the table and teased

“Come on now Y/N, you don’t just break up with someone like Reggie for no reason. So what is it? Did you start a new high school affair? You lost your breath at Veronica’s last few words. It was hitting to close to home for you. Pushing your tray forward, you quickly got up grabbing your things. Not wanting to let anyone see your tears fell, you ran away to go hide somewhere in the school.

“I told you not to say anything Veronica” Betty shouted just enough so them at the table could heard it.

“I didn’t think much of it, what happened.”

“Reggie cheated on her V” Betty told her as she rolled her eyes, leaving to go find you in the school. When you ran out you didn’t see Reggie watching you. He knew you were gone to cry about what he assumed to be him. He knew you better than anyone, one little look at you he could tell that you were broken. He was the one that caused it and now he wanted to be the one to fix it.


“Hey can we talk?” You heard a voice said as you put your books away. You looked up and came face to face with the last person you wanted to see, Reggie.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You told him as you shut your locker. You looked down the hallway looking for Betty, so you could leave. You didn’t think you could look at Reggie yet, it hasn’t been that long. Plus you were sacred that if you did, you would fall into his arms since you miss him so much.

“Us. That’s what we need to do, not just ignore each other” Reggie said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was frustrated with himself mostly, knowing that he wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for himself.

“There isn’t an us anymore Reggie, get over it because I have” You left Reggie standing there as you saw Betty so you could go home. You knew he knew you were lying after all no one knew you better than Reggie did.


“THEY NEED TO BE BETTER” Your mother shouted as you guys and your father stood in the living room.

“Mom their fine, one B isn’t going to hurt” You said. Your parent or more like your mom have been yelling at you over the past hour for the B that you got biology. It wasn’t hard to bring it back up and you knew that but your mother wouldn’t listen.

“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME YOUNG LADY” Your mother said as she made her way closer to you. “You live under my house and as long as you do there will be no talking back. B’s aren’t for this family, if you want to be something in life honey you have to get A’s. Your pretty face can only take you so far in life. Men aren’t going to stick around once it disappears for a women who get’s B’s.”

“Honey I thin-” Your dad try to cut in but your mother kept talking not wanting to hear his opinions. It was normal thing for your family, your dad was just to sacred too stand up to your mother.

“You heard me, you will be nothing in life if you keep acting like this. Leave, go on I can’t bare to look at you anymore. You’re a sorry excuse for a daughter.” When you heard your mother’s words you ran out of the house. Tears were flowing but it was nothing new to you lately that’s all you ever seem to be at. You needed somewhere to stay for the night but most importantly you needed someone to talk to you. You never really told your friends about how strict your mother was, only Reggie knew. At this point you didn’t care what had happened to just wanted to see him

Standing on his front porch you knocked, hoping that he was going to be the one to open it. You didn’t want his parents to see you looking like a mess. They would wonder what happened and would start asking questions.

“Y/N” Reggie said as he opened the door taking in your appearance. Your hair was out a place and you had been crying. He could tell from your bloodshot eyes and your wet cheeks. Not saying anything he opened his arms letting you fall into him. You cried into his chest as he carried you up to his room. He knew it was something with your mom, you wouldn’t just come to fix what he broke. He held you for what felt like hours, comforting you making sure you were alright. Not asking questions since he knew you would talk when ready. It take didn’t much longer for your tears to stop falling. You finally lifted your head up from Reggie chest and looks into his brown eyes.

“It’s my mom” Reggie nodded he knew it was but he let you keep talking “I was having trouble with biology and ended up getting a B. Mom wasn’t happy when she saw the mark and started to yell at me. Saying things like I’m just a pretty face and will never make it in life.” You rolled you eyes at your mom stupidly. “It’s one mark that she can’t see pass, she told me to leave so I did so we could both cool off.” Knowing that was the best option, you and your mother were too much alike to be together when mad.

“Not that I mine having you here or anything but why me? I thought you hated me” Reggie let out nervously, not knowing if he wanted your true answer. You smiled

“I could never hate you Reggie, I love you but it’s just so hard” You said leaning on his side. “Love is hard and I didn’t really know how to react. You kiss her and I..I know you didn’t mean it I was there, you were so drunk. I think when it happened I was lost, I felt so many emotions. I hated you for a moment but I couldn’t stay mad when I saw the regret and guilt in you eyes even as drunk as you were. I love you Reggie that’s not going to change, I just needed time to think and get through it all”

“I love you too, I’m sorry again for the pain I caused. It really broke my heart knowing I was the one who did that.”

“I know so ummm would you try again with me?” Reggie looked at you shocked not expecting that from you.

“Yeah I would love too I promise nothing is going to happen again”

“The only thing is we’re going to start from beginning I got to gain your trust back.”

“Yes anything babe” Reggie had a grin across his face, he’s never felt happier to have a second chance before in his life. You smiled once again at him before you leaned back onto his bed.

“Lay with me for awhile?”

“Of course love” So there you two stayed cuddle into each other’s arms. Both of you guys were happy to be back with one another. You both drifted off from the comfortable silence in the room. It was the first full night sleep you guys had since the break up. You guys were finally back where you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to stay there forever.

Modern Amis (and co.) Coming-Out Headcanons

(I don’t even remember how the subject came up but @beatlemaniacinthetardis and I were taking about the Amis getting together at someone’s house and telling each other stories from when they came out of the closet. We stayed up way too late last night coming up with these so we felt the need to share) 

Bahorel comes out to his family when he goes downstairs in the rainbowest of rainbow shirts, announces that he’s going to Pride, and just sort of stares at each of them until they understand.

Courfeyrac realizes he’s gay in his preteen years and it takes him like a year to work up the courage to come out to his friends (Enjolras and Combeferre) and family (mom and dad). When he tells them they all just go “sweetie, we know”. Enjolras and Combeferre bake him a confetti cake that says CONGRATS in edible glitter. Courfeyrac cries. 

Feuilly doesn’t really have anyone to come out to, since he has no living relations and he went straight into a job at a young age. He kind of…forgets to, to be honest, so he’s not out to his co-workers. They only find out when Bahorel comes to get him from work one day and he kisses Feuilly hello.  

Like in canon, Cosette grows up into a pretty girl who loves attention. She’s very meticulous about the way she looks and is like nice when she notices guys checking her out. One day, though, a pretty girl smiles at her and does the checking-out thing and Cosette is like oh no when she feels her heart do the THING. She tells papa later that evening, and he’s amazing and supportive because, well, he’s Jean Valjean. He joins her marching in the Pride parade the following summer. 

Enjolras’ coming out doesn’t go so well. He’s pretty much known he likes boys since forever ago, but only tells his parents at the end of high school. His parents are cold and arrange a Nice Girl for him to marry at the age of 25 or whatever. Enjolras fights with them on it, but when they continue to stand firm he decides they don’t deserve to be in his life anyway. He moves in with Combeferre, who he came out to years ago.

Joly and Bossuet, who have basically known each other since birth, come out to each other before anyone else. They then make a pact to come out to their friends and family on the same day. Bossuet’s parents don’t take it so well–his dad is pissed, and his mom tries to push him to go back to church. His friends, too, say “yeah that’s cool” but he can tell every time he says something that even approaches the subject of his sexuality that they’re weird about it. Joly’s, on the other hand, went well. His friends start teasing him like “yeah man I bet you thought you had appendicitis the first time you saw a guy you liked” and stuff, but they’re cool with it. Joly’s family ends up pretty much adopting Bossuet, too. Bossuet’s parents come knocking for him one day and Joly’s four younger siblings work together to slam the door in their face. (Bonus: since those two have a hivemind, they tell each other about being poly the same day.)

The subject of their combined affections, Musichetta, was a total badass about her coming out. She told her parents straight up that she was poly/pan. They were not sold on the idea, but she told them to accept her as she was or she’d leave without a second thought. It takes them a while to get used to the idea, but Chetta answers whatever questions they have. They grow to understand her, and come to love Joly and Bossuet once the three of them start dating.

Jehan has a hard time with it all. They WANT to come out, to family and friends alike, but they want to understand themselves before they try and explain it to anyone else. They tell this to the Amis who are all just like…you don’t have to ever figure it out. It’s alright. No matter who you are or what you do or who you love, we’ll be here to support you. Jehan cries really hard because they’ve been so confused for so long and their found family is saying that it’s okay to be unsure forever because who needs a title anyway? The greatest of group hugs happens that day, Jehan smiling in the centre of it. (Bonus: shortly after that, Jehan asks the Amis to start saying “they/them”. Grantaire buys a ton of neutral-looking clothes with gross flower print that he knows Jehan will LOVE. Enjolras falls in love with R a lil bit more since he knows he doesn’t have all that much money but he spent a bunch of it for Jehan to be happy and comfortable anyway).

Combeferre comes out to all his friends shortly after he meets them, but he never comes out to his family at all. He knows they’re homophobic, and a) he doesn’t like to start fights, and b) he decides that they don’t deserve to know. In an act of silent rebellion, he secretly gets a part-time job as a sales guy at a boot shop for drag queens. Courfeyrac’s the shop’s #1 customer. (Kinky Boots AU someone back me up here)

While Marius is almost entirely on the straight side, but every so often he’ll meet a man who sets his little Pontmercy heart aflutter. Courf is one of those guys and when they end up roommates Marius kind of…”aksdjasgkdhdh Lord save my poor bisexual soul”. But then he meets Cosette. He doesn’t tell her for ages because he’s terrified of what she’ll think, but eventually he works up the courage. She laughs because hey she’s bi too!! From that point on, they point out attractive people of various genders to each other while they’re on dates. (Bonus: one day, Marius and his grandfather get into an argument about politics over dinner. In a moment of passion, Marius stands and yells “LONG LIVE NAPOLEON! ALSO, I SOMETIMES LIKE BOYS!” His grandfather faints into his chair.)

Eponine never really had friends, so she has no frame of reference for what romantic attraction feels like. When she meets Marius, she figures instantly that what she’s feeling is romantic love. Shortly after, she meets Cosette and feels the same way. Now she’s confused. And then she meets the rest of the Amis and feels the same way about ALL of them. It’s very strange to have a crush on everyone, she thinks. With Grantaire and Jehan’s help, she comes to understand that what she’s feeling is, in fact, platonic love. And god, is she relieved to know. The only family members she tells about being aro/ace are Gavroche and Azelma. Azelma is like “I think that might be me too” and Gav is like “sweet, more lovely ladies for me”.

FINALLY, Grantaire. He’s never really given a shit about what gender his lovers were, and never given a shit about who knows about it. He doesn’t know or care whether or not his parents know. But oh, god, then he meets Enjolras, and can no longer imagine loving anyone else of any gender. When the Amis share their coming out stories, he just snorts and says ‘does it count if you’re only attracted to one person?’ and he accidentally stares at Enj as he says it and the Amis collectively suck in a breath because if they didn’t know who he was talking about before, they certainly do now.  (Bonus: Everyone braces themselves when Enj stands up and goes to R, thinking Enj is going to try and start shit, but they start applauding when instead Enjolras grabs Grantaire’s face and kisses the life out of him). 

7 Thoughts about Power Rangers

On August 28, 1993, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers premiered on Fox Kids. I was eight years old and whether or not I was the intended demographic for the show, I was instantly hooked. It all started with five teenagers with attitudes summoned by Zordon to defend the world against evil forces led by intergalactic baddie Rita Repulsa. Jason Lee Scott (Austin St. John), Kimberly Ann Hart (Amy Jo Johnson), William “Billy” Cranston (David Yost), Trini Kwan (Thuy Trang) and Zack Taylor (Walter Jones) called on the power of the ancient dinosaurs and became a team of superheroes called the Power Rangers and the world was never the same.

Nearly twenty-five years later, those of us who became acquainted with the Power Rangers discovered there would be a reboot of the franchise in the form of a gritty re-imagining of the original team. While initially thrilled about the idea of seeing my childhood superheroes on the big screen, a part of me wondered just how loyal this new film would be to the original source material. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was a totally kick-ass TV show but even the most die-hard fan has to admit there were some problematic elements in regards to the original series, many I will address later on in this recap.

On March 31, 2017 a couple of friends and I went to our local theater and saw the new film, Power Rangers. One of my friends admitted he was not even born when the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers first debuted and my other friend announced he would have been too old to watch such a show despite only being four/five older years than me. I expected them both to hate it and even braced myself for disappointment of epic proportions. The three of us exited the theater two and a half hours later each raving about how amazing the film was. Below, I will list seven thoughts I have in regards to the film. For those who have not seen the Power Rangers, there will be spoilers in this post. You have been warned…

  1. In the original series, Zack, Trini, Billy, Kimberly and Jason all knew each other and were the best of friends before becoming the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. In the latest film, our heroes know of each other before discovering Zordon (voiced by Bryan Cranston) but they are certainly not friends. Jason (Dacre Montgomery) is a football star before he winds up in detention (and with an ankle bracelet) after a brush with the law. It is in detention where he meets Billy (RJ Cyler) and Kimberly (Naomi Scott). Trini (Becky G) is a recent transplant in Angel Grove and Zack (Ludi Lin) is a loner who rarely attends class. Instead of Jason being the rallying force behind the five teens coming together, it’s actually Billy who is responsible for the event that eventually leads them to each other…and the power coins.
  2. These ain’t your older brother and sister’s Power Rangers. Our heroes have been re-imagined as more of a modern day Breakfast Club. Jason is a star athlete who loses everything after a prank gone awry. Jason is prone to fits of anger which often-times leaves him incapable of leading the team. However, underneath all of the muscle and bravado there’s a good guy there will a strong moral core who feels the weight of fear, a fear of disappointing those he cares about, most importantly his father (David Denman). Our dear Kimberly, like Jason, used to be one of the popular kids until a sexting scandal rendered her an outcast at Angel Grove High. Billy is a bullied autistic teen who spends a lot of time at the rock quarry because it reminds him of his dad. Trini, the new girl, wrestles with the fact she is not normal like her parents and her two brothers. Zack is trying to deal with the fact that his mother is sick and could possibly die. Instead of our rangers having that established relationship with each other, we get to see them get to know one another before tapping into the power that will ultimately transform them into the Power Rangers.
  3. One of the things my friends and I would joke about in regards to the TV show was how Jason, Trini, Billy, Zack and Kimberly always were together wearing clothing the same color as their respective ranger identities. Anyone with eyes and a shred of common sense in Angel Grove could have put two and two together and figured out these five were the Power Rangers. The movies pays homage to this concept by having each of the rangers wear a pop of color corresponding to their ranger’s color. It’s both effective and subtle.
  4. Morphing is like totally hard, you know? The five of them discover the hidden power coins in the rock quarry and develop superhuman abilities almost immediately. Summoning the armor they will ultimately don in their battle against Rita Repulsa and Goldar takes a lot of time and even after a lengthy training montage (WE NEED A MONTAGE!!!!) our teenagers with attitudes are still not successful in becoming the rangers. I actually like this idea of them not being able to become rangers right away because it forces our characters to learn one another. A team is only effective when it accesses the strengths and weaknesses of it’s individual members. It is only after they are able to truly bond with each other they are able to tap into the power that morphs them into Power Rangers.
  5. Rita Repulsa is freaking terrifying. So yeah, the original Rita Repulsa was a total bad-ass but I never really found her particularly scary. The film’s version of Rita Repulsa (Elizabeth Banks) is wicked and not above murdering any and everyone who gets in her way. Rita even goes as far as to kill one of the rangers. No joke. Another added detail I quite enjoyed about the character was how she was the original Green Ranger who served alongside Zordon, the original Red Ranger. This also makes me wonder, when they debut the Green Ranger in the sequel (of course there will be a sequel) will it be Tommy Oliver…or Tommie Oliver?
  6. The Zords were awesome. I enjoyed the sleek look of the design and their free range of movements. In the TV show, most of the Zords were reminiscent of actual tanks and were big and blocky and a bit cumbersome. One of my favorite moments in the film was the creation of the Megazord and how each Power Ranger controlled a particular part of the machine, i.e. the legs, arms, etc. It really took some coordination between all five rangers in order for them to control Megazord.
  7. The last thing I want to address in regard to the Power Rangers film is how cool it was to see a black nerd character on the big screen. Growing up, I always resonated with the character of Billy because my favorite color was blue and Billy was very intelligent and he wore glasses. Billy was this nerd character who was accepted by those we would call popular. As the resident science geek, Billy also plays a vital role to the team. Another thing I thought was pretty cool was Billy being autistic in the film. I was talking to a coworker of mine yesterday and we were talking about the importance of having visibility in regards to autism in TV and film. Her son is autistic and how coll is it he has someone like him on the big screen as a superhero. Another thing I would also like to point out is the importance of having a LGBT character in the film. Trini is not only the new girl but she also likes girls and because of her sexuality she feels somewhat detached from her family. I also detected a bit of something brewing between Trini and Kimberly. Then again maybe it was all in my head. However, I was so glad they did not play out any kind of romance between any of the rangers in this film. I know there were talks about Kimberly and Jason possibly being romantically-involved in the film which would be a great departure from canon but first and foremost Power Rangers has always been the story of a group of friends coming together to save the world. I would be interested to see if future films do further address Trini’s sexuality because how great would it be to see a young woman fully embracing her sexuality and being a total bad-ass in the process. I know there will be a part of the fandom who will wonder why there needed to be an autistic ranger or a lesbian ranger. Some will even ask, why did they have to make Billy black? These are the same people who flip out whenever there is a character introduced on Sesame Street who has two dads or two moms or a parent that’s incarcerated. Representation is so important because in order to eradicate homophobia and racism and bigotry in our society, we have to acknowledge these people exist! So thank you Power Rangers for going there.

I am thirty-two years old and I have never felt more like that eight year old sitting on the floor of my living room watching Mighty Morphin Power Rangers than I did last night sitting in that movie theater. I recommend Power Rangers to all of you who share the same memories as I do in regards to the TV show. Even if you were never a fan of the show, the story is amazing, the acting was great and it was packed with action. My friends and I definitely had a great time and this is a film I would definitely consider seeing again in theaters and also purchasing once it comes out on DVD. If you have any thoughts or comments in regards to my thoughts, fill free to comment. GO-GO-POWER RANGERS!

(okay so just as a brief note, i was originally going to make this ref more fancier and cleaner like my Lapis redesign, but because i ran out of motivation to do this (while at the same time wanting to get this done and out of the way so i can move on to other things I’ve been wanting to draw), i just sorta rushed drawing this and i made this into a much simpler ref. so i apologize if this looks pretty bad ;o;)

lately I’ve been seeing a lot of redesigns for some of the SU characters (esp. for Lapis and Pearl) but I haven’t really seen a lot of Peridot redesigns floating around, so I decided to make one myself!

so I’ll go ahead and talk about my thoughts that went into this redesign under the cut:

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catatonicparasomnia  asked:

what's your list of fav bellarke fan fiction????

im currently bitter bc i basically had this finished but tumblr decided to have a glitch and delete it all. anyway, here’s round 2 

cause i got you, and now that’s all that matters by @marauders-groupie

lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it. 

Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.

Or: Bellarke in the countryside.

Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.

aphelion by @kindclaws

with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers: 

It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.

Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.

The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)

Sent and Delivered by @clarkescrusade

Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list. 

Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.

aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.

You’re Cool On The Internet, At Least by @prosciuttoe

Once again, SOCIAL MEDIA AU. They meet on facebook and yeah. this is hella cute. I love it. Also, anything Em writes is magic, so please read this and give her the love and adoration she deserves. 

Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.

Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps.

Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek.

Friend request from Bellamy Blake.

Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

neither lost nor found by awildthing 

other than social media au, my weakness is modern magic users au. AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. 

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke’s magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Or, Clarke meets another magic user and teaches him to control his gift–and learns some things along the way.

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) by @spacexualkids

i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess. 

She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.

And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.

“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.

She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”

Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”

That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon. 

I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious. 

so pls send in any and all prompts you want filled by yours truly

elements1999  asked:

"You can trust me." - DJNoir (reveal?)

::Cackles in glee:: Yeeeeeessssssss Ninoir! 


“Come on this way,” Nino shouted grabbing the frantic looking boy by the hand and practically dragging him towards a small storage closet across from the library. They ran, both conscious of the high pitched beeps signaling the final minute. 

Nino through open the door to the closet and Chat Noir dove inside, slamming the door behind him just as a flash of brilliant green light burst out from the crack at the bottom of the door. 

Nino slumped to the floor, his back pressed against the closet door and his breathing heavy. That had been close. 

“You ok in their dude?” he asked between gasps. 

“Yeah, thanks,” came the nervous reply from the other side of the door. The voice sounded softer somehow. Probably a result of the lack of transformation. 

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t try to look or anything,” Nino said, “you can trust me.” 

“I know,” Chat Noir replied. Nino flushed with pleasure at the indisputable certainty in the heroes voice. 

“Can I get you anything? Some water maybe,” he asked, tilting his head towards the door even though there was no way his companion could possibly see him. 

“Get me some cheese,” a different voice whined. 

“Plagg stop being a glutton for two seconds will you?” 

“But I’m hungry!” 

“Who is that?” Nino called curiously through the door. 

“Oh… it’s… well it’s Plagg. He’s my kwami. It’s sort of a long story.” 

“Is he like your superhero sidekick?” Nino asked excitedly. 

“Sidekick?! I am an immortal demi-god I am no one’s sidekick,” the high pitched voice shot back at him, “without me there would be no Chat Noir. If anything the kid is my sidekick.” 

“Oh,” Nino replied soaking up the information. Alya was going to be so jealous. 

“Now bring me some cheese, puny mortal, before I perish from starvation! preferably some well aged Camembert.” 

“Plagg!” the boy who was Chat Noir groaned, clearly embarrassed by the demi-gods demanding attitude. 

Nino couldn’t help but smile. How cool was this guy that he could be so chill towards an immortal being that grants you super powers? 

“It’s too bad my boy Adrien isn’t here,” he laughed as he pulled out his bag and began rummaging through it, “I swear he is obsessed with that stuff.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” the strange creature replied with a sly tone, “I bet your friend wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave all of his delicious camembert locked away in his bookbag instead of carrying it around in his pocket where it belongs.” 

“Plagg I swear to God-” Chat Noir growled, and Nino couldn’t hold back a small choked laugh. 

“Hey,” he cried triumphantly pulling out a small snack bag his mother had once again snuck into his satchel, “it’s not camembert, but I do have some Brie and-” 

Before he could finish the sentence a small black blur shot out through the door and landed on his knee. 

“Hand it over kiddo!” the tiny catlike creature purred, tail twitching in anticipation. 

Wordlessly Nino held out the small container full of grapes, crackers, and of course the coveted cheese. 

“So,” Nino called to Chat Noir as he watched the little god happily nibble on his treat, “does this happen often?” 

“Does what happen often?” he called back. 

“Getting stranded without your powers?” 

“Sadly more often than I would like,” he admitted, “its pretty rare that I am not the first one to use my powers but I can’t exactly just ditch My Lady in the middle of a battle. It’s a bit rough but I’ll take a few close calls if it means I keep the people I care about safe.” 

Nino grinned again. God this guy was cool. 

He wondered if anyone had ever given much thought to this particular dilemma Chat Noir faced. So much attention was given to Ladybug because of her amazing powers. Not that he thought she didn’t deserve the attention, but Nino had always felt that a lot of his friends undervalued how important Chat Noir was to the dynamic duo. Where others saw weakness- namely Chloe and Kim- he saw sacrifice. After all, how disastrous would it be if Ladybug ever fell under the influence of an akuma? Nino spent enough time hero chasing with Alya to know that most of hits Chat took were for the sake of his partner. Perhaps it was his devil may care attitude, or perhaps it was that unspoken knowledge that his powers were actually pretty terrifying, but not a lot of people seemed to give Chat Noir the kind of appreciation he deserved.

“You know,” Nino said careful, “no offence to Ladybug, but you’re my favorite.” 

“Really?” he replied sounding more than a little awed. 

“Yeah. I mean it’s a lot easier to be the hero when you get all the praise and the cool finishing move. It’s a lot harder to be the person who’s job it is to soak up the damage, you know?” 

“Thanks. I… it’s really nice to hear you say that.” 

“How old are you anyways? I mean if I’m allowed to ask.” 

“I just turned 16.” 

“Dude! You’re my age, that’s crazy!” Nino said with a chuckle. “How do you do it? How can you stand going out there every day knowing that any second you could be fighting another monster? Doesn’t it get exhausting?” 

“Sometimes. But it’s worth it. If it means I am protecting people like you, it will always be worth it.” 

Nino felt his cheeks go scarlet. “Wow man… thanks.” 

“I mean it,” Chat Noir said, his voice barely audible through the door, “you help make this fight worth fighting. You are brave and loyal, and don’t need superpowers to be one of the most heroic people I’ve ever met.” 

Nino’s breath caught. “I… jeez… what am I supposed to say to that?” he joked weakly, “Chat Noir is calling me a hero.” 

He heard a small scoffing sound from the little being still perched on his leg gobbling up the last of the cheese. “You’re little blogger friend was right. You two really are one of those obnoxious lovey-dovey couples.”

“What?” 

“Plagg!” 

“How did you- she was talking about-” 

“I swear to God Plagg, you are not getting another bite of camembert for the rest of the month.” 

“ADRIEN???” 


So this is my theory in regards to Sana and Yousef.
We know Sana is into him. That she secretly likes him and has a crush.
BUT what I am going to raise you is this: Yousef is the one with the biggest crush,

1.I mean first of all, look at the way he looks at her. Boy is a goner. He is so into her it’s crazy.
2. There are a LOT of parallels between Isak’s and Sana’s season. With Isak we also thought he was the one into Even, who was the cool guy etc only to turn out that Even was into Isak all along.
3. Like the guy separated from the group in the bus and was trying to make eye contact and giving her the flirty eyes. Also his reaction in the last clip, when she caught him dancing.
4. We know from previous seasons Sana gives that HBIC/Too Cool for You vibe (because she is the queen) to pretty much everyone. So why not Yousef too?
5.So yes, I bet you that poor boy is so into her, but thinks she is the one not interested and like she is too cool for him? and he has tried but she doesn’t seem interested?.

So yes this is my take on it. And I will keep believing it until I am proven wrong.Yousef is sooo into Sana. Pass it on.

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Ya know, I forgot how nice Gene looks in the Minutemen General uniform

What’s Wrong With Love? (Bucky Barnes x reader)

pairing: Bucky Barnes and (disabled) reader

Prompt: Reader is having a hard time with self-loathing thoughts and can’t understand why Bucky loves them. So he shows them why. 

Warnings: self-hatred, lil angsty, a small bit of smut if you tried to look. 

Words: 2,043

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first insert reader fic, so please consider that! I’m really new to writing fics, but not new to reading them. So that’s why I finally thought I should try to write some and make the reader a little more like me cause I like to see myself in the stuff I read. I hope you enjoy this!

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel

You were dating Bucky Barnes. You didn’t know how this came to be, to tell the truth. You guys meant when one of The Avengers had a mission near your college and had a day off when you ran into The Winter Soldier himself at a farmers market. You were near the berries when you spot a man with long black hair and a metal arm looking at the plums. He looked homeless, you thought to yourself. Was he homeless? Why did he have a metal arm? You had so many questions running around your head. Should you go up to him? You didn’t know the answer to that.  

 So you went up to him. You mostly had questions about his arm. You’ve never seen anyone else around here who wasn’t normal like you. You’ve had scars on your chest and back from surgeries you had when you were younger. You always hated them. And your hair is short like a boy, and you always get questions about that too. Nothing about you says “normal”. It would only make sense you would go up to Bucky, right? You hoped so anyway. You moved your way from the barries to the stand that had the plums, trying to look interested in the plums and not the guy standing right next to you on your left.  

 You put your hand a plum to see if it was good enough to bring back for a quick lunch when you go back home when his hand covers yours. Crap. It’s his metal arm. Which to you isn’t a bad thing at all.  

“Oh, um, sorry. I didn’t mind to…” He said, quite enough where only you can hear him.  

“Oh, no! It’s okay, I should be the one that is should be saying sorry. I only came over here cause you look like you didn’t fit in here like me, and I was just interested in you I guess.” You replied back, hoping you didn’t say the wrong thing to him.  

“Really? In a bad way or in a good way?” He asked you. He’s used for having people having questions, but mostly in a bad light.  

“in a good way, trust me. I noticed your arm and just thought finally someone here who’s like me, not normal. That sounds really teenagery of me, but it’s the truth.” You really shouldn’t have said it in that way, but how would you say it otherwise?  

“oh, okay then. What’s your name by the way? Mine is… Bucky.” It took him a minute for him to say his. Maybe he just had a lot of nicknames you thought? Who knows.  

“Mine’s Y/N.” You answered him. Finally really stupid with just saying your name.  

“That’s really pretty actually. I’ve never met anyone who has it.” He replied.  

“That’s cool I guess. I’ve never met a Bucky either to tell you the truth.”  

“Yeah, my little sister couldn’t say my middle name growing up so she just said Bucky, and that become my first name and not my middle name.”  

“That’s cute actually. My parents just named me this because they didn’t want to name my sister with my name.”  

“Oh, cool. So, I’m about to go back to my work, but if you could give me your number we could try to keep up with each other.” He pulled his phone up at this. He gave it to you and you typed in your phone number. “There you go. So, since it sounds like you aren’t from here, where are you from?”  

“I’m from Brooklyn. I’m here with my team to look at some stuff. Sorry to keep things vague, but I can’t really tell you what I’m really doing.” “No, that’s fine! I’m just a college student so don’t worry. You probably won’t remember me anyway.” “I’m not sure about that…” He was about to say something about this when a man who strangely looks a lot like Iron Man came up to him telling him he needs to go, that some monster started attacking the main police building and they need to go fast. So much for a day off, Bucky thought.  

That happened almost a year ago now. Currently, you and Bucky were in your guys’ room, cuddling. You wouldn’t think that that meeting would lead to something like this, but it did. And it was one of the best things that could happen to you. After that first meeting, you and Bucky started talking a lot and you found out who he really was, You never judged him for anything he did. How could you? Instead of you hating him like he thought you would you started to developing feelings for him. You were scared though. How could he like you back? Yeah he was just as messed up as you, but still, you felt that if you told him you liked him he would still run away from you, but he stayed. Which is why you are in his arms right now, your face hidden in his chest and his fingers running up and down your back. His arms holding you like you’re the most important thing in the room. You didn’t feel important though. How could you be? You felt like a burden most of the time. With your health issues and everything else that comes with you.  

 A couple of days ago you went to your yearly heart appointment, and after it, you would always get these self-loathing thoughts in your mind. Reminding you how messed up you are. Now you’re hiding your face so Bucky couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. But he still ends up noticing that you look upset.  

“I can feel you thinking, love. Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asks you, clearly worried.  

“Everything. Everything is wrong.” You said, could barely be heard since your face is masked in Bucky’s shirt.  

“Really? Everything?” Bucky asked, not sure if he was being serious or joking.  

“Yes, everything about me. I don’t know why you love me.” Tears are threatening to come out.  

“Dear, there are more to you then what’s wrong with you. You tell me that all the time. You should start listening to your own advice.” Bucky tells you. “Yeah, but still. I have so much baggage with me, no one should deal with it.”

 "And I think the same way with what I’ve been through and yet you put up with it.“ He says.  

 There’s a moment of silence when he flips you two, He’s on top of you now and puts you down on your back and his hands are now on your hips. Why does he think now is the time to try to get anything started, you thought.  

"Bucky, what are you…” You started to talk, but he quiets you with his lips on yours. Is he trying to make you feel better? You don’t want to break the kiss since he’s moving his lips downward, first your neck and going down your chest. Ah, you know where this is going now.  

“If you are still wondering what I’m doing, I’m trying to show you that I love all the bad things about you, cause to me they’re just as beautiful to me as the things that everyone knows are good about you,” Bucky says, and then continues kissing down your chest, his lips are now where your scar starts on your chest. Your shirt is now off, his clothes are still on cause this is all about you, not him. His lips keep going down until they’re near the waistband of your sweats. He stops.  

He’s thinking about what he should do next. Should he continue down? He shouldn’t he thinks since he knows you won’t be up for that right now. So his fingers move from your hips to your chest, moving up and down your scar. Trying to calm you. His face is hidden in your neck, nuzzling it. Humming now.  

“I love you, Y/N. I love you for everything that’s good about you, and for everything that is wrong with you, I love you because you’re you. You’re not like everyone else, and that’s what makes you special.” Bucky finally speaks. And your heart leaps.  

“And you know, I used to be like this Steve all the time you know? He wouldn’t get why he was with me either so I would have to show him.” He says. Kissing you behind your ear. “Oh, really?” “Hmmm, yes. I’m sorry for bringing this up, But I love how even though you are skinnier than him before the war, it doesn’t bother you as much. That was his main thing.” He says He moves his face out of your neck to give you a nice look. He has an adoring look on his face.  

“Oh? Yeah, that just never bothers me I guess… just the heart thing. Since you know…” “Yeah, I get it, doll. But I hope one day you get to a point where it doesn’t bother you as much like it does now.” He says and kisses you right under your heart. “Like that will ever happen.” You laugh. “No, I promise you, It won’t be like this forever, you’ll learn it won’t always be a bad thing.” “If you say so… I trust you.” You say finally. You kiss him on the mouth, his hands are on your waist now, holding you so tightly. Bucky gets control and bites your bottom lip, making you give him access to your mouth before he attacks it. Your hands are moving all around his chest, trying to touch him anywhere. He breaks the kiss.  

“Do you want this? We can stop if you don’t.” You think, and truly you don’t. Which feels weird, but you just want to be near Bucky as close as you can.  

“I, uh, don’t want to. Sorry. I just want to be near you, is that okay?” “Of course it is. You know I love you for other reasons besides that.” Bucky flips you two back to where you were before, You in his arms and your face hidden in his chest. Calming down from everything.  

“I love you so much Bucky, thank you for not running off when I get this way sometimes.”  

“No problem, doll, and I should say the same thing when I get the way I do sometimes. I think that’s why we’re together you know?” “Really?” You say sleepy now, trying not to let the sleep win. But you couldn’t fight it.  

“Yeah, we have enough things messed up between us that it actually fits for us. It’s not weird for us, which is why we work so well.” He says before he looks down at your face and sees that you’re asleep, so you probably didn’t hear him. He smiles at himself and laughs. How could he get so lucky to get a girl like you? He might find out that answer someday when you have a ring on your finger and a promise between the two of you, but right now, he’s just happy that he’s the one that gets to love you for everything, even the bad things that keep you from thinking you should be loved.  

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

Originally posted by thedesire

On a whim, I attempted a Lapis redesign, using colors pulled straight from pictures of real lapis lazulis. 

Below is my thought process for this particular look:

The main priority was to change her palette and to not have her be a neon nightmare like she currently is, and to add gold, which is lacking in her palette.

Second, I wanted to change her outfit, not because there’s anything really wrong with it, I just preferred a more mysterious look with her hooded capelet, and something closer to other Homeworld Gems. Something more “alien,” to be exact. 

Finally, I wanted to give her back her mirror eyes from her debut episode, since they were pretty cool and unique to her, and give her gold markings like an actual Lapis.

#12: You’re Mine**

**mature ( some ass smacking and shit ;P )



“Is this good?” Harry asks, holding up one of his jazzy printed shirts to his bare chest as he turned around to Y/N; her lying on the bed.

Looking up from the groupchat regarding Jeff’s birthday bash on her phone, Y/N gave an unsure look. “Nah, wear something a little bright and noticeable. Like the red shirt you have?”

Harry huffed and turned to his closet, hanging back the shirt. “The party’s all indoors, it’s not like someone’s gonna notice what you wear..and they’re all family..”

“I notice.” Y/N muses, biting her lip as Harry turns around to catch her cheeky smile and he smirks back. “And, I totally judge!”

Chuckling, Harry surrendered, closing the closet door, and walking back to join Y/N on the bed. They lay across from each other, not much distance in between, anchoring the side of their heads with the palm and elbow propped up on the mattress.

“What is the lady wearing?” Harry slurred in a low tone, lifting a finger to poke her cheek, then guiding it down to her jaw and neck till he was doodling on her chest.

“It’d be all dark, I guess starring stark naked wouldn’t really be noticeable, would it now?” They chuckle together, Harry’s fingers stopping and guiding down to hold her hip and suddenly he’s brought her under him, chest to chest, face to face.

Kissing her lips gently, he asks again,” Tell me, what are you putting on?” He hid his face in her neck, pressing his lips down on her flush skin.

“That little black dress you got me from Paris? I think it’d be just the sizzling outfit for the night.” Imagining his eyes on him as she has the dress on, Y/N feels her body shudder and teeth sink in her bottom lip.

“Mhm, the one that’s super easy to take off.” Earning a playful slap on his back at the comment, Harry thrusts his groin onto her, snickering into her neck.

“Harry get off, we gotta get ready.” Lifting her legs from under him, she tries to escape out of his grip. “And it’s already that you don’t take half an hour more than me.”

Tittering at her sarcastic remark, he slid off of her, lying down beside her. Y/N sits up, turning back to look at him as his hand slides up her arm.

“Y/N, listen.” He starts, drawing her attention to him. “At the party..”

“At the party..?” Y/N drawls in anticipation.

Looking away and sighing, he looks back at her again, and sits up with her. “My ex is to be there at the party, so..”

When he doesn’t say anything again for a while, Y/N knits her eyebrows together to give him a confused look. “Okay, and how is that supposed to be my business to know?”

Harry shrugs tentatively. “I thought you’d like to know about it, y’know, the basic girlfriend problems and shit..”

“Am I now just the ‘basic girlfriend’ to ya?” Y/N narrows her eyes.

“No!” Harry jumps up to hug her. “But just don’t get mad or anything about it.”

“Do I ever?” She says, holding his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Ah, I love you so much.” Harry smiles in her neck.


***

The party is extravagant. Beautifully set up, there’s a stage that rests in the center and round tables surround all around it, scattered in the place. The lights are dim and the interior is set just in blend with the lighting and mood. 

Y/N and Harry walk through the doors after struggling to pass from the paparazzi flashes and call outs. 

Glenne and Jeff greet them at the door, squishing them into warm hugs and pretty smiles. The girls on and on compliment their looks while Harry standing behind Y/N eyes the crowd alertly, measuring his further getaways for the night. 

He feels a tug at his wrist and looking down, he finds Glenne approaching him, and slowly nodding to her, he follows the ladies inside. Y/N looks up at him and smiles giving Harry a relief from the current running thoughts. He bends down, kissing her smack on the lips and utters,” I love you.” as if trying to make her keep it in mind. Y/N replies back, clenching her jaw when he’s not looking. 

They walk up to the table closest to the stage, and at one of the seats sits Harry’s nightmare. Ex. 

He is quick to look back at Y/N, but she’s kept her eyes down to the floor the entire time. His eyes fly back to the other girl at the table with her phone in her hands, and he slowly nears Y/N, placing his hands on her waist that cause her to turn to him. Covering up, Harry smiles, trying to keep her engaged. 

Glenne begins to pull out chairs for the two and the noise causes Kendall to look up from her phone at the arrived guests. She smiles and stands, loudly calling out. 

“Harry! So good to see you.” 

Harry smiles back, and quickly from standing behind Y/N, he walks up to hug Kendall quickly. They engage in a small talk about their whereabouts while Glenne and Y/N look at one another, exchanging subtle smiles. 

Harry shifts a bit, pardoning himself before quickly making a beeline to the bar, away from the tension clouded at the table. 

Glenne approaches Kendall, and begins: “Kendall, this is Y/N, Harry’s special one.” 

Kendall gives an excited look, walking forward to Y/N, and Y/N gladly receives her hug. 

“So glad to meet ya.” Kendall says, them pulling away. 

“You too, Kendall.” Y/N smiles bright, positive. 

The ladies settle at the table - Glenne in between the two, slowly rubbing her temples. 

Y/N turns to Kendall. “Love the dress, girl.” 

“Ah, thanks. It’s designer, specially got it done for the evening.” Kendall puts her palm on her chest, sighing dramatically. “I like your dress too.”

“Thanks, Harry got this for me.” Y/N flaunts with same dramatic sighing. 

“Aw, he has great taste. Always had, always will.” Kendall replies, grinning wide. 

Y/N nods, replying the grin with a polite smile. Glenne has her eyes wide by this moment. 

“Oh, Glenne, you don’t know how much I’ve waited for the party!” Kendall exclaims, holding Glenne’s wrists and smiling deep. “I literally ate nothing the whole day just so I don’t miss out the delicacies tonight.”

“Oh, that’s not so good, Kenny.” Glenne frowns. 

“Yeah, you couldn’t have skipped food.” Y/N inputs, utterly ambushed by Kendall’s idea.” It’s already not that you seem fragile, Kendall. You shouldn’t ever do this again.”

“Aw, Y/N. You’re so caring. I bet Harry loves it when you lecture him at times like his mum does.” Kendall smiles. 

Y/N snorts. “Ah, he hates it. But of course he’s got no other choice.” Chuckling, Y/N meets Glenne’s eyes who are persistent on her. 

“Really?” Kendall gasps out loud. “He used to love it when I did this to him. Oh, Glenne, do you remember the time he had drank so much and threw up all over my apartment’s carpet? God, I had given him so much that day and he was so understanding, didn’t object any of the things I said.”

“Maybe you just gave him that strict, motherly vibes.” Y/N counters. “We are pretty casual with each other, y’know. Equal at everything.”

“Oh, but what’s better than having your boyfriend see you as his mother-”

“Kenny.” Glenne interjects. “I-I thought you were gonna get Kylie along with you, Jeff would have loved to see her.”

Y/N takes one deep breath, settling her nerves as she scratches the back of her neck, getting herself a glass of champagne from the servers and beginning to take steady sips. It’s all bloody cool, all cool. 

-and you should know how much Y/N loves the lip kits.” Overhearing her name slip from Glenne’s mouth, Y/N gets back to the conversation. “She’s probably even wearing one of them right now. Y/N?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Y/N nods, smiling. “They’re lovely, so smooth and pretty. Kylie’s doing such a great job.” 

“Thanks, boo.” Kendall sighs, extra. “Kylie would love to hear all of this. She’s working so hard and I’m just so proud of her. You know what, you should personally let her know it, she’s hardly ever appreciated for all this. She’ll be so happy.” 

Extracting her phone out of her clutch, Kendall passes her phone to Y/N. “Here, we should probably exchange numbers. I’d love to catch up with you even after tonight.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen, but she accepts her phone anyway and exchanges her phone in return. “It’d be totally bizarre, but alright, here you go.” 

At this Kendall lets out a loud laugh, casually lifting her hand in the air for a high-five. Y/N chuckles back , their hands clasping. Glenne smiles contentedly. 

Later it becomes a lot easier to talk. Glenne talks about the technicalities and difficulties she had to face to further arrange the whole party, Kendall and Y/N having their share of inputs in between, Y/N sarcastic, casual remarks keeping the bubble of amusement sustaining in the chit chat. 

Soon enough, the lights dim out and Jeff walks up at the stage. Harry joins the table at the front, sitting on the seat right next to Y/N. He places his drink on the table and steals a quick kiss on Y/N’s cheek. His hands slide up her thigh, and Y/N is forced to look at him. 

“I’ve been watching you.” He muses, pressing another kiss on her lips. 

“Tell me something new, Styles.” Y/N rolls her eyes at him playfully, smirking timidly. 

Harry chuckles.” Is the alcohol getting over, my love?” His fingers press on the inside of her thighs, making Y/N spread her legs a little more under the table. 

“We’ve just started, baby, the night’s still young.” Y/N slurs, earning another small chuckle from him, and she turns away to the stage, feeling another kiss press at the crook of her neck before he finally settles in his chair, hand up the hemline of her dress nevertheless. 

Harry is called on stage to speak later during the night, and with his drink he walks up to the stage, settling at the podium with a prize winning grin. When does he ever get to say out loud his jokes to a great deal of people? Y/N been his only anchor who did bare his jokes, and now seeing him do what he loves, Y/N’s grinning in excitement. 

The whole room turns in a pandemonium, people falling off their chairs and laughing till their cheeks and stomachs hurt, and when Harry’s walking back down the stage, he’s hooting all the way, people clapping behind them. He’s sitting back on his chair when Kendall gets up to hug him, whispering a thing or two in his ear that makes him laugh more and they clasp their hands together. 

They sit back in chair; Y/N gulping a considerate amount of her drink before turning to Harry who’s wrapped his arms around her neck and hid in his face in her neck, chuckling still. Y/N winds her arm around him, patting his back in appreciation, pressing a kiss into his hair. 

He smiles up at her and kisses, the night going on and on with more laugh and fun, considerably high on alcohol and wide, relished food. 


***


The bedroom door closes, and Y/N is thrust up against it. Harry’s hand clutches her hip, digging his fingers in through her skin as his lips work desperately on hers. 

Her legs wrap around his taut waistline, digging her hands in the back of his neck as she urges him towards the bed. He picks her in a swift movement, rushing over to the bed and throwing her over it. 

“Oh, my baby, my so good, good, baby.” He coos, unbuckling his belt and throwing it away to climb on top of her. 

Their lips meet in a heated kiss again, and his hands from now her sides, slide down easily into her dress, fiddling with the waistline of her panties. Hot breaths, wafting alcohol gasp into one another as Harry’s fingers slip into her panties, feeling her wet walls against his fingers. 

“Gosh, Harry. I’m tired.” 

“No, you’re not. You want me, I know you do.” Harry pangs in an annoyed tone, fingers slipping into her with ease, lips pressing on her jaw. 

“I’m tired of having had to interact so much the whole night.” 

Harry chuckles. “They were all family, who had you tired?” 

She rolls her eyes. “You know who.” 

He laughs into her neck. “C’mon, you were so good. I was legit freaking out when I walked in but you were absolutely unbelievable, so good, so lovely, pet.” 

“What? Were you expecting some cat fight or something? Harry’s mine! No he’s mine!” Y/N mocks in a screeching tone as Harry yet again bursts into a laughter fit, his fingers loosening causing Y/N to groan out loud. 

“She was trying to literally not lunge at me and I bet her cheeks hurt after smiling so much. Told me so much shit that hurt, and she took my number, Harry! She took my phone number!” Y/N says in a loud, astonished tone, Harry chuckling back as he stares at her face. “I swear she’s trying to get you back, trying to catch up with you again, oh god, she’s such a -”

“Sh, sh.” Harry presses a finger on her lips, hovering back on top of her, his fingers still inside her panties. His lips break into a smile, eyes in contact with hers. “You know, it’s so plausible, her taking your number and being sweet, I’m just way too damn irresistible.” He muses in a dreamy tone, rolling his head back and flicking a hand through his hair. 

Fuming under him, Y/N gives a hard pushe, bringing him under her, as she sits up on his hips, her wet panties over his groan. 

“Fuck you, shut up! You’re mine. Only mine!” Her lips smack against his, hips thrusting back and forth in desperation. Harry’s eyes widen, hands fly up in the air before settling on her behind, slowing down her thrusts into patient, craving ones. 

Her lips leave his, tugging them with her teeth before pressing on the side of his mouth and sloppily trailing down and down his face to his neck and chest. 

“I love this jealous, freak side of you. Should try this more times.” Harry titters to himself, Y/N sitting back up and giving him a narrow-eyed look. Her fingers tug at his shirt button, making his eyes fly wide. “No, no, not the SHIRT!”

The tearing of fabric resonates louder than Harry’s whining, as the shirt comes loose on his shoulders, the buttons dropped on the bed everywhere, his chest exposed and cold.

“I thought baby liked me this way.” Y/N snickers teasingly. 

Harry’s hand have clasped over his face and he speaks in a muffled tone. “That was a Gucci shirt, you git!” He whines, opening his eyes and sitting up in swift movements, almost having Y/N fall off his lap but he immediately had her hips clutched in his hands. “What’d you do!?”  

Y/N’s eyes widen. “That was just a bloody shirt, Harry!” 

“A hundred-thousand dollar shirt, honey!” He bangs his head against her chest, groaning. 

“Oh, I get it.” Y/N says and Harry looks up at her with a frown. “You need that shirt more. Fine with me, go have it, Harry. Might as well get off with it!” She booms, pushing to get off his lap but he quickly turns her down, slamming her against the mattress and riding on top of her. 

“You think I’m letting you get away with it so quickly? Uh-huh, sweetie.” Harry lifts her dress, exposing her lace panties and he drags them down her legs, having a clear view of her wetness. He holds her hip, pushing her till she lay on her side, and giving a taut slap to her behind, he turns her back to him. 

“That was for ruining my shirt.” He states authoritatively. Y/N cries out, as her hand reaches out to touch her stinging skin but Harry slaps that away too. 

“No.” He husks, dark. He pushes her again, slapping hard again. Y/N cries echo in the room, her teeth sinking in her lips as she hisses in a bothering manner. 

“This one’s for being so annoyingly drunk every time.” He slaps her once again, the hardest, his fingers all printed red on her skin. 

“What’d you did that for?” Y/N cries, giving him accusing eyes. 

“That’s for I’m liking this ass slapping thing lately.” Winking, he bends forward, kissing her pouted lips, instantly having her reciprocate, and lift her head up from the mattress for better access. 

“You’re so cruel.” She says in between the kiss. “Will it ever be that I get to have you under control?” And suddenly, she remembers someone’s words. 

Harry chuckles, trailing down her face to her neck, and he hurriedly strips the straps of the dress off of her shoulder, shrugging it down till her breasts were out in air, nipple hard and swollen for his mouth to take in. His lips curved around the brittle peak, sucking till it ached and Y/N was screaming in tension. 

He trailed down, carrying the dress along in his fingers, till he had it all down to her ankles. He nose bumped on her navel, his tongue dips into it, amused when she jumps a feet in the air from the sensation. 

His tongue slid to between her thighs, pressing taut on her clit before adding a finger for more. He had her dripping wet in a moment, and slowly backing away, he stood on his knees to undo his jeans.

“I’m done.” Y/N announces, turning to her side and tucking her hands between her thighs, her eyes closed. 

“What?!” Harry asks in bewilderment, his member, swollen and aching, in his hands. 

“I’m angry at you.” Y/N whines. 

“Oh, no, no, baby.” He leans forward. “Tell me where it hurts, I’m sorry, I went too into it.” He coos, kissing her behind at different spots multiple times. 

“No.” She pushes him away with a flick off her ass. “I’m angry because I got to know about something.” 

Harry’s eyes widen. “What?” Harry said, sitting up on his knees. “Did she talk some shit to you. I swear I told Glenne to take ca-”

Y/N sat up, eyes to him. “Do you see your mother in me, Harry?” 

“That’s so scary. How would I be doing any of this if I keep imagining mum in your place. Holy shit, pardon me god.” He gasps. 

“Nooo.” Y/N has a hard time controlling her smile. “As in, when I’m comforting you, advising you, standing by you, do you feel a motherly love reflect from me?”

Harry grabbed her cheeks, cupping them in his huge hands, smiling at her. “I have three women in my life who I know I can’t live without. Mum, Gem and you, understand? You three stand at three different places for me, all of them extremely important individually, and a disbalance in any of it has me falling apart. You three are incomparable, individually make me feel perfect, and you guys are my standards to compare other woman with. You are whole and enough for me, baby, I love you so much.” 

“Aw, my loverboy. Such an artist with words. I love you more.” They bump noses and share a quick peck. 

Harry blows a huge huff. “I have to be great, I have so much writing to do.” He says, lying her down back on the mattress. 

“Could you add these words in one of your songs for the album. I’d love to hear it..” Y/N smiles, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, yeah, I will. Now can we just..” He gives a pained look. “I am fucking hard here, you don’t know how much it aches.”

Y/N laughs. “Just do it!”


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i get a lot of happiness trying to envision the conversation that started the shift from blue/gansey to blue/gansey/henry 

  • blue and gansey are sitting alone watching tv or something. gansey is probably on the end of the couch, blue leaned against his side
  • both of them are thinking about it. they are thinking about it really quite hard. the tv is too quiet to actually be heard but they’re both so lost in thought that they don’t notice
  • finally blue takes a sharp breath “u know. henry’s pretty cool. actually”
  • and immediately gansey’s internal monologue is i know i know i know i know do you ever want to kiss him on his mouth i know i know i know
  • but out loud he’s like “yeah. yeah i like him a lot. he’s .. cool”
  • and blue nods. “yeah. cool.”
  • and they go back to silence. it’s a loUD silence. they both hear it. gansey starts tapping his fingers
  • it’s annoying but blue can’t even be bothered, she hardly notices
  • gansey opens his mouth to talk, though he doesn’t say anything, he just makes that noise where you’ve almost decided you’re gonna speak but then dont
  • blue turns her head too sharply “huh?”
  • “oh it’s just……….. you know. sometimes do you ever……… stop me if this is…… bad….. but do you ever…………….”
  • but he never finishes the damn sentence he just looks at her. he practically has question marks in his eyes
  • and blue kind of sits back a little 
  • and she very carefully says “………… y..es……”
  • and he replies “….yes?”
  • as if to clarify, she goes on, “like…… henry……… he’s super cool….”
  • they beat around the goddamn bush for so long before gansey finally breaks, “DO YOU EVER WANNA KISS HIM TOO” and blue just shouts “YEs ” and then she kisses gansey
  • and then they go find henry and repeat the entire Talking In Circles “you’re just ……… really .. cool, henry……” process again , but this time it’s henry who flatly asks “is this about how desperately y’all wanna kiss me because believe me, i’ve Noticed”
  • and that’s that
A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 9

Okay. Well. @outlandishchridhe and I said it would be a while before we’d post a new chapter. We might have fibbed a little. Cause well, here’s a new chapter. We used plotting as a reward for getting homework done, which we totally did. And we had far, FAR too much fun plotting and writing this chapter.

Catch up with all previous chapters HERE


Fraser Bairn Wach: Month 3

Jamie put the finishing touches on the quinoa salad as the door unlocked. Claire hung her keys up and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Why is it so bloody hot here?” she asked, heading to the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water.

While she took a long drink, he went to her bag and pulled out the plastic bag of wet washcloths to rinse and return to the freezer. Claire already had the extra out and pressed against her neck.

“Because it’s July in the desert, Sassenach,” he said with a laugh. “Did ye drink enough water?”

“I did, I promise. What did you make?”

Setting the bowl on the table, he stuck the serving spoon into it and took a deep breath.

“Weel, it’s a quinoa salad wi’ cucumbers and chickpeas, and a light yogurt dill dressing on the side, to use as ye like.”

“That sounds amazing. And it’s cool, oh I do love you Jamie.”

He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled as she picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board. It was true, what they said. Women had a particular glow about them when they were pregnant and his wife was no different.

Claire had gotten through the first couple months of her pregnancy pretty much unscathed as far as morning sickness was concerned. She had heard the horror stories of mornings filled with vomiting and not being able to eat and thought she had made it past the point that it would affect her. She thought that. But sadly, she was wrong.

It came on all of a sudden. Just one bite of the cucumber. One minute she was fine, the next, she was sprinting down the short hallway and into the bathroom to release the food she had just put into her mouth. Jamie, who had been startled from his dinner preparation by her sudden departure, heard the retching coming from behind the closed door and knocked tentatively.

“Sassenach? Are ye alright?”

He heard her gasp before she answered. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t come in! I don’t want you to see this.”

The water came on and he listened while she brushed her teeth. A moment later, she came out, her face still a little flushed.

“Are ye sure you’re alright, Sassenach?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. I’m perfectly alright now. Though, I think I might not be able to make myself eat the cucumbers in the salad…”

“Dinna fash. I’ll pick them out for ye and eat them myself. I made them big chunks, aye?”

She filled a glass with water and began to drink it while he fixed her a bowl without cucumbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful. They snuggled in bed, though he was hesitant to let it go further than that.

In the morning, he set aside a portion of the leftovers from the previous night for Claire’s lunch, taking care to pick out the cucumbers. Then he started getting together a small breakfast for her, knowing she had a very full day between her classes and work. He’d just buttered some toast and set it on a plate when she came out of the bedroom.

“Morning,” she said, grinning at him.

“Morning, mo nighean donn. Are ye hungry?”

“Definitely.”

Steering her away from the plate of eggs he’d fixed, he sat her down at the table.

“We’ll no’ see each other all day and I’ll probably be late wi’ work tonight. Let me feed ye properly, at least.”

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and waited. Finished, he filled her plate with the eggs and toast. She took one big bite of the perfectly cooked eggs and her hand went to her mouth. Immediately, he knew she would bolt to the bathroom again by the look on her face. This time he followed her in.

While she gripped the sides of the toilet, he held her hair back and out of her face until she finished retching. The sound of it had him worrying that something was wrong with the bairn. Finally, it was over. She sat back and slumped against the wall, her face covered in sweat.

“Are ye alright?”

“I am now.”

“Do we need to call your doctor? I’m gettin’ worried.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Unfortunately, this is completely normal,” she sighed, wiping her mouth and taking his outstretched hand to stand up. “Completely normal. It’s just morning sickness.”

“That doesna really explain you being sick last night though.”

“Well, they call it morning sickness, but really it happens all the time. It can happen any time of day and all through the pregnancy, although I’m really hoping our little one here doesn’t keep making me sick or it’ll be a long 6 months to go.” She smiled as she said this, caressing her very, very small bump. She would throw up every day, and gladly, as long as the baby was safe.

Jamie rubbed her back gently, still worried.

“And you’ll be alright at school? And work?”

“Honestly, I feel perfectly alright now. I’ll take it as easy as I can, I promise. But I’ll be fine.”

She brushed her teeth again and followed him back out. Opting for a bowl of cereal instead of the eggs, she finished and grabbed her lunch bag.

“What’d you pack me today?”

“Leftovers from last night. Wi’out the cucumbers. Picked them all out myself.”

“Such a gentleman you are.”

With a deep bow, he gave her hand a kiss.

“Lord Midnight the Blue, at your service, my lady.”

“I’ll see you tonight, my lord. Try not to break yourself at work?”

“Ye ken I fight the dark forces of Merlin. Sometimes that involves taking a blow. But I’ve got a fine lady of medicine waiting for me at home who’ll tend to my wounds.”

Car keys in hand, she smirked from the doorway.

“Just make sure to sneak her out the back door before I see her.”

He let out a hearty laugh as she left.

Thankfully his show had gone well and he hadn’t left with new injuries. Claire would be pleased. As he pulled out of the employee parking lot, he thought about her struggles with the pregnancy sickness. With a stroke of inspiration, he drove to a grocery store and bought her three red roses.

At home, Claire was bustling around the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

“Aye, I am. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now. Hungry?”

With the roses in one hand, he wrapped his arms around her, presenting the flowers with a flourish.

“Starved. But I’ve a wee gift for ye first.”

“Oh Jamie! What’s the occasion?”

“Weel, I figure you’re about three months gone now, aye? Three roses for three months. I canna do the work for ye or take this sickness for ye, but I can bring ye something to say thank you.”

Turning around in his arms, she put her own around his neck and blinked back the tears.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I didn’t think you’d kept such close track.”

“Of course I have, mo nighean donn,” he said, hand over the nearly invisible swell. “This is my child too. I want to keep track of how our bairn’s progress is doing. And to say I love ye more and more every day.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

Claire set the table and served them both dinner. They ate happily while she regaled him with details from her day, both school and work. Admittedly, he didn’t understand most of the things she said about her classes, but she was happy. That was all he ever wanted.

Dishes in the sink, they cuddled on the couch for a little while. The three red roses sat in a vase on the end table where Claire had put them.

“Ye ken what day it is, Sassenach?”

“Monday?”

He tried to keep his smile down, but he couldn’t. Monday was easily his favorite day of the week for one very good reason.

“Ye ken how ye let me take a photograph of yer wee belly on Mondays?”

Heaving a sigh, she slowly stood and started to walk towards the wall he liked to take the picture against.

“Honestly Jamie, I’m not even showing yet. At most, it looks like I’ve a food baby that’s settled there. I don’t know why you want a picture of it. I just look bloated.”

“I want a picture,” he said, turning her slightly after she pulled her shirt up to reveal her belly to him. “Because I want to watch you and the bairn grow.” He kissed her softly then pulled away.

“I want a picture because my beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing with our wee babe inside her.”

“I’m glowing because my skin is so oily and it’s shining in this light,” she retorted, though she smiled at him when he pointed his phone in her direction, unable to keep her hand from touching her near-flat belly.

“Take yer hand off there, Sassenach. I want to see the belly.” He smirked at her over the top of his phone and took another few pictures. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, but let him do as he pleased. Whether she would admit it or not, she also wanted to see her body grow and change, the subtle swell of her belly get larger with their child.

“And ye are glowing. It’s not just yer face, yer whole body seems more alight. Ye look completely beautiful. It’s not just the look of ye either, ken? There’s something all around ye now. I canna explain it, but it’s there.”

He leaned down and took her lips against his, her face shocked but pleased at his assessment of her.

“I do love you something fierce, Jamie Fraser,” she whispered to him between kisses.

“I love you, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

About a week later, Jamie was just getting things out to start on dinner when Claire suddenly pushed back from her desk. She’d been studying for an exam all afternoon on her day off and he’d been trying to give her space. He’d been taking careful note about what different foods set off her nausea and had avoided using them at all costs.

Pulling the refrigerator door open roughly, she began digging through the drawers, muttering to herself.

“How do we have no cucumbers in this whole bloody apartment?!”

Frowning, he opened a jar and set it on the counter.

“Cucumber? The last time ye had any, it left ye puking yer guts out! I havena bought any in a week.”

She stood up and closed the door. He glanced at her just in time to see the tears welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble as a red flush started up her neck. When her mouth opened, he thought she might yell. What happened was much, much worse.

“I just… Wanted… B-bloody cucumber…”

Then the dam broke and she shook with intense sobs. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock. His mouth hung open while she wept in the middle of the kitchen. He rushed to her and pulled her close, trying to find a way to soothe her.

“Hush lass, dinna cry. If ye want a cucumber, I’ll go and fetch ye one. Dinna cry, mo nighean donn. I’ll fetch ye a whole bushel if ye wish.”

Slowly, her head came up from his chest, her blue eyes amazingly bright from her tears.

“W-would y-you?” she stammered between hiccups.

“Aye, lass. I’ll go right now.”

“Th-thank you, Jamie.”

Considering her emotional state, he bought as many cucumbers as he could fit in the produce bag at the grocery store.

She was on the couch when he got home, no longer crying, thank God. She looked a little sheepish but, as soon as she saw him, she hopped to her feet and began reaching for the bag.

“No, no, a nighean. Let me wash one for ye first.”

He rinsed and brushed a large cucumber off before turning to the cutting board. Claire stood directly behind him, eyes on the vegetable.

“Christ!” he yelped, moving back. “I didna even hear ye get off the couch!”

Her eyes darted from him to the cucumber and back. When she licked her lips, he nearly threw it at her for fear of losing his own fingers.

“Here! Take the damn thing!”

She held it, staring down at it for a moment. Quickly, she picked up the knife Jamie had been about to use and chopped one end off before taking a huge bite. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the bite that she looked up and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. These hormones are… I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t mean to start crying like that. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“Dinna fash, lass. Ye didna frighten me. I worried I’d been an arse somehow and hurt ye. If I’d kent ye wanted them, I’d have bought them at the store today.”

“I know, and I didn’t know I wanted them until I got up from the desk. I promise, it wasn’t you at all. Thank you for getting some. It’s quite good.”

Cupping her face in one hand, he smiled fondly at her.

“All I want is for ye to be happy. If ye need me to get ye cucumbers in the middle of the night, I’ll find some way to make it happen.”

She looked up at him seriously for a moment.

“I want you to be happy too. I feel like sometimes… I feel quite selfish. You do all these things for me and…”

Jamie cut her off with a long, slow kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and waited until she met his gaze.

“Ye do plenty for me, Claire. You come home after long days and make us dinner, you always ken when I need ye, when I’m hurting after work and yer willing to rub my shoulders for me, when ye get up before me to make a coffee for me, ye’re doing sae well in classes and working and growing our bairn. Trust me, Sassenach, going to fetch ye a wee cucumber is but a blip on the radar.”

He saw her eyes get teary again and hugged her close.

“Ye are perfect, mo nighean donn. Yer everything I didna know I wanted until I met ye. Dinna think that yer not worth that.”

He heard her soft sniffle against his shirt and ran a soothing hand down the length of her back.

“I love you,” came a watery voice from below his chin.

“I love ye, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s having something to eat, aye? Aside from yon wee cucumber there.”

That earned him a small laugh and a thump to the chest, but her eyes shone up at him, filled with wonder at this man who could love her so much.

She helped him prepare the rest of their dinner and they ate cuddled up on the couch instead of at the table, needing to just be close to one another.

When they went to bed that night, right before he drifted off to sleep, arms snugly around her, he heard her whisper, “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

He smiled and searched for her mouth with his, giving her a sleepy kiss before bringing her even closer and pulling her into sleep with him, safe and secure in each other’s arms.

thoughts on swdbs finale:

spoilers because yes its the finale, my friends

  • i’m sad and extremely happy and in tears and
  • i was squealing and crying for 95% of the episode’s runtime okay
  • the fluff was real, bong bong and min min will live on forever
  • although it’s a point of friction for fans bong soon’s mother addressing the abuse allegations and saying “fact attack” was pretty funny and turned the issue i had with that past moment on its head so…cool
  • “i like bong soon because she’s who she is…i feel like if she’s here, i am too. and if she’s not here, i feel like i’m not either.” um
  • “but you’re really good at seducing a person, president ahn.” ain’t that the truth, papa do
  • guk doo setting his feelings aside and being there just as a friend for bong soon and giving min hyuk tips was actually very touching, even though guk doo and min hyuk still don’t like each other?? four for you, guk doo
  • when the gang of boys started singing super power girl i was laughing my ass off
  • tHAT CAMP SCENE
  • “it seems i can’t live without you for a single moment” uM
  • the wedding portion of the episode was so sweet and my tears were flowing
  • scratch that, i was a waterfall from the proposal on to the wedding
  • despite not liking much of the gang plot, having baek tak & friends there for the wedding photos was a sweet touch and very funny
  • dong byung pelting flowers at the married couple like wOW LET IT GO MAN (but it was still funny)
  • the fact that they had twin baby girls hAaAaA im dying
  • min hyuk’s baby-talk made my heart burst into a trillion pieces
  • do bong soon and ahn min hyuk will love each other forever and whatever comes after forever and that is an attack of facts
  • the drama might not have completely succeeded in every area (in regards to plot and characters) but the love story was real and the message of the show was real and i’m so glad i watched this drama because it was definitely worth it