in that moment she saw him and him only and she found the strength to go back to the stage

Austin Nights Part 2

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 3070

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1 After abruptly leaving the party, the reader hopes to run into Jay again.

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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Saturdays were your favorite days. No school, no kids, and you especially appreciated no alarm clocks. You woke up a bit later than usual considering you had not been able to fall asleep easily as you replayed the rush of last night over and over again in your head. The sun peaked through the blinds and you stretched in bed. You could hear Angie in the other room dealing with what sounded like a pretty awful hangover.

As your feet hit the floor, a sense of urgency hit you. You wanted to see him again and the only way to do that would be to scale the streets of Austin. No. You tried to repress the feeling. One, there is no way he would even remember you. Two, he probably found some other chick as there as probably a line of willing subjects after you ditched the fire. Three, even if he did remember you, there was no way you were just going to run into him by chance. But it would be nice to get out and do something anyways you compromised as an excuse.

After you got ready fairly quickly, you went to find Angie who seemed to be recovering just fine.

“Hey.” You chirped. “Up for bloody marys and brunch?”

“Um, yes! That’s the best idea you ever had.” She instantly jumped up and grabbed her purse.

At brunch, Angie gushed over Jared and how unbelievably nice he was. You tired to play it cool but threw in a question every now and then about how to find them or if she knew anything about how long they would be here. She was just as clueless as you. The two of you walked up and down SoCo window shopping and trying to get ideas of how to redecorate the apartment. You couldn’t help but feel you were only half involved in the process as you kept scanning the crowds for a glimpse of someone familiar.

Angie tired out quickly and abandoned you to take a nap in preparation for her plans tonight which you knew meant she wanted to do something but had no idea what. You headed downtown and picked up some records at Waterloo and settled down at BookPeople. You wasted a couple of hours browsing through books and worked a bit on creating a few therapy based activities for some of the children at the school.

When you finally made it back home you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed but tried to remind yourself of what you had concluded earlier. Angie was lounging about.

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anonymous asked:

i can't wait for part 2 of the recent jumin cheating fic pls rip my heart out with angst okay adios i love u

Author’s note: it’s 4am || Is this enough heartbreak?? Yes?? No?? Idk??  part one here !!

Part 2 (of 2)

It’d been a week since that day.

You snapped your head in the direction of the moan. What the hell was that?

Your body felt heavy as you forced yourself to investigate the noise. You found yourself staring at the closed door of the master bedroom.You glared down at your trembling hands. 

Stop itthere’s no reason to be afraid.

But, if that was true, what was stopping you from bursting through the door? Your fingers tightened around the cold knob. 

Jumin loves me. 

In one short moment of insane courage, you twist the handle; He loves me, you reassured yourself again before entering the room.

“MC? Are you awake?”

Jaehee’s voice pulled you back into reality. Instead of responding, you rolled over, facing your back toward her.

“I understand you don’t want to talk, but it’s 3 in the afternoon and you haven’t had anything to eat.”

You remained silent. Jaehee had been kind enough to let you stay with her, yet here you were, repaying her with a cold shoulder.

“…I’ll go get something for the both of us. I’ll be back soon, MC”

As soon as Jaehee shut the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You closed eyes, and let your mind wander again.

He loves me.

Numbness spread across your body like a wildfire. It was like a bad car accident, it hurt to look at, but you just couldn’t turn away. Except, instead of cars, it was your fiancé fucking another women on top of the bed you once shared. The air smelled like a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat, and Jumin’s cologne. There were clothes scattered everywhere, and two empty wine glasses on the floor, decorating the room like a cherry on top of a Sundae. 

Not that you noticed any of this. You were still telling yourself it was all just a horrible nightmare. After hearing another pleasured filled moan from Ms. Jhang, you didn’t even know her first name and here she was ruining your life, you felt a rush of emotions hit you.

You tasted blood, and that’s when you realized how hard you were biting your lip, attempting to keep the bile from rising up past your throat. You tried to back out of the room, but your feet were cemented to the ground. How have they not seen me? How much time has passed? It felt like eons to you, but in reality, it had only been a couple seconds.

“Shit, MC?”

Ah yes, your ex-lover had finally noticed you. You wanted to open your mouth and say something, say anything, but I guess your voice was another thing Jumin had taken that night. He had moved closer to you, almost an arm’s length away. You looked up and saw his mouth moving. Has he been talking this whole time? Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on his voice, hearing nothing but a low buzz.

When you opened them back up, you focused on the floor instead of his eyes. You saw his feet continue to move forward, as if he was trying to suffocate you with his closeness. Something caught your eye and you tilted your head. The navy blue tie. My favorite.

Your body was on autopilot when you bent down and picked up the fabric. Running the silk between your fingers, you looked back up at Jumin.

“Did she take this off of you?”

You were taken aback by the strength in your voice, and by the look on Jumin’s face, so was he.

“MC, I’m back with food! Also, Zen’s with me, he wanted to visit you again.”

If your eyes weren’t so puffy, you would’ve rolled them. When you heard your stomach growl at you, you wrapped a blanket around your body and slipped out of bed. You peaked out the door, but squinted when the light hit your eyes.

“Why is it so damn bright in here, Jaehee?”

She turned around with a giant smile on her face. “You’re up! Did you come to eat?”

“Is there any beer?”

“…Zen brought some.”

You held out an open hand, expectantly waiting for a cool drink. Instead, Zen handed you a hot plate of fried rice. The smell was tempting, but it wasn’t what you wanted.

“No.”

Zen took sunglasses out of his back pocket and slipped them over your eyes. “These are for the brightness, and I’m not giving you any beer until you finish your food.”

The plate was starting to burn your hand so you looked for a place to set it down. Walking into the kitchen, you took a seat at the dining table. You got another wave of delicious aromas from the rice, and your stomach begged you for a taste.

“Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll eat it.”

Pushing the rice around a bit, you finally decide on what portion you wanted to nibble on first. When the first spoonful entered your mouth, you happily sighed.

“Has she told you exactly what happened?”

Zen was trying his best to whisper, but his stage voice betrayed him. You could basically hear Jaehee shaking her head no. The only people who knew what went down in that room were you, Jumin, and Ms. Jhang.

“C-come again?”

You held up the navy silk. “Did Ms. Jhang remove this tie from your neck?”

If you hadn’t been so determined on getting an answer, you would have noticed that a certain long-haired woman had gathered her clothes and tiptoed across the cold hardwood floor, right out the door. Of course, you were too blinded by your emotions to know the, still no first name, Ms. Jhang had left.

His messy hair bounced around as he nodded up and down. “She did.”

You felt laughter bubble up in your stomach, and you tried to refrain from smiling. I put that tie on him, and she took off. If that isn’t some damning symbolism, I don’t know what is. Your emotions were swirling around inside of you, so when you finally opened your mouth to respond to him, you had no idea what to expect.

“Okay.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that.

“Okay?”

And neither was he.

Jumin stepped right in front of you grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

“Stop it, Jumin.”

He slowly placed a hand on your chin.

“Please, I-I can’t breathe.”

He tilted your head up and looked you in the eyes.

“S-Stop.”

When he started to lean in, you felt a steady burning in your chest. Was that from all the anger? The sadness? The pity?

Whatever it was, it gave you the power to shove Jumin away from you. “Did you not hear me? I said STOP. As in, ‘Don’t ever touch me again,’ you ASSHOLE!”

The shock on Jumin’s face was priceless. Heck, it would’ve even been funny, given the right circumstances. The man you fell in love with was now a teary eyed little boy, quivering in front of you. In another life, you might have even been sorry for him.

It took all of your strength to turn around. You tried to take a step, but something stopped you.

Not something. A voice.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You barely heard him over the sound of your own sadness screaming out in your head. There was a new feeling in your chest, not a burning one, but a hollow pain. A pain that spread to your fingertips, to the back of your neck, and to the bottom of your feet. A pain that consumed you. A pain that whispered, ‘take him back.’

You focused your eyes on the door. Like a toddler just learning how to walk, you mentally told yourself, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Your hand caught on the door frame, as if your body was trying to fight your decision. Swallowing every single feeling you had, you turned to look at him. He was not going to have the last word.

“Leave you? No. You’ll always have a piece of me, Jumin. And on those nights when you think that tiny piece of me is enough for you, I want you to remember, you could’ve had it all. You’re a fool for doing this, but you’d be an even bigger fool to not realize what you’ve lost. Goodbye, Mr. Han.”

Your sweaty feet stuck to the wood floor, but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his cries. Not that you cared anymore. You didn’t even realize you were outside until you saw your ragged breath turn into fog. Shaky hands held your phone up to your ear.

“MC-”

“Jaehee, pick me up outside of Jumin’s place as soon as you can.”

“Why-”

“Please.”

She must have heard the strain in your voice because she hung up without saying another word.

“Quit playing with your rice.”

You shook your head, zoning back into the real world. “I’m full.”

“But-”

Zen held out a hand to stop Jaehee. He cracked open the fridge and pulled out a beer. “As promised. Drink responsibly, MC.”

You grabbed the cool glass out of his hand and popped the lip off on the table. “Thanks, mom.”

The familiar burning of alcohol flowed down your throat and you smiled. You looked at your two friends and sighed. “Come on you two,” you stood up and gestured them to follow you.

Jaehee furrowed her eyebrows. “Where are we going?”

You turned to them, your eyes glazed over from lack of sleep.

“I’m going to tell you what happened after I caught Jumin cheating.”

You had never seen the two of them move faster than they did at that moment. Zen nearly tripped over himself trying to get past Jaehee. The three of you settled in the living room and you leaned back on the couch. Taking one long, last sip of beer, you set the bottle down.

“Jumin’s father once gave him advice on where different business clients’ meetings should be held-”

“Mr. Chairman’s number one rule,” Jaehee interrupted.

You nodded. “-But from the way he treated me a week ago, I’d say Jumin learned a lot more than business from his father.”

You’re a Dancer and Tommy Falls For You

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles

Originally posted by journey-illusions

Tommy Shelby x Reader

“Thomas! We’ll be late!” Polly yelled through the house before she saw her handsome nephew descending the stairs. She smiled and reached up to fix the one fly away hair that was sticking straight up. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, Pol, but I hope you know I have better things I could be attending rather than a ballerina performance.”

“Oh I know, but you promised to do something with me of my choosing and this is what I would like to go see. Now go get in the car.” Her stern voice broke through and he immediately walked out the front door.

When they reached the theatre, they found their seats and patiently waited for the performance to start. When it did, Thomas wasn’t really sure what the story was or what was going on. He was purely focused on one dancer, the lead. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled into tight braids that met together in a bun on the back of her head revealing her beautiful face. He watched as her grace was the only thing that seemed to be present on the stage.

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Giving my two senses regarding Skam

Boy Squad vs Balloon Squad
Genuinely I don’t think the Balloon Squad beat Isak out of homophobia or some bs. When Elias noticed Even on stage he seemed shocked but not angry. And we didn’t see Mikael so he must have gone outside. My theory - and many of you probably have already said it: Maybe Even went out to talk to Mikael. And as we saw in prior episodes Isak had a special (maybe jealous?) interest regarding their relationship. So what probably happened was that Isak saw them talk or maybe argue and went in on Mikael, Elias and the rest noticed, didn’t even think twice and went to help their bro and attacked Isak. Which of course got the Boy Squad involved. No biggie. They all will survive. I’m not worried for these two squads.

Vilde and the Pepsi Max Bitches
I don’t know about Vilde man.. she got me mad f*cked up. I always think back to Sana fighting with the Pepsi Max hoes just for talking bad about Vilde in S1 and her being the only one to believe in Vilde’s strength in S2. And Vilde keeps being judgmental. To the point where she talks shit about precious Sana with the enemies. Im so disappointed. The betrayal. The Backstab. Sana doesn’t deserve this. Vilde is obviously hiding something about her family, maybe they are next level racist or something. I honestly don’t know. Vilde is an aweful friend.
The Pepsi Max bitches are just plain islamophobic and heartless and excluding our sunshine. No excuse. They deserve to burn.

Noora
On the one hand I feel like its not her fault that she kissed Yousef to get over William. She didn’t know about Sana and him right? But on the other I feel like what a bad friend she has to be not to know. At no point did she ever ask Sana (or any of the girls for that matter) if there was anyone she liked. As if she wasn’t a girl with normal feelings. Sana is just disregarded as tough and responsible, but never as a normal teenager. It annoys me so much. Yes she should have told Noora about William, but she didn’t even know for sure, it was just a rumor. Also: I liked Noora and also William (Shock!). But god does this annoy me. Their season is done, it was the longest and ended perfectly. Why butcher it. The actor playing William leaving was handled so badly. Just let it go. Noora doesn’t deserve this huge spotlight in Sana’s season. F*ck them.

Yousef
Asshole. Simple. Yes Sana and him are not dating. But bruuuh he knows that there is something and for him to go after Sanas BEST FRIEND is just disgusting. No matter what might have happened before. Even if Elias said something or if he found out about Sana unfriending him. That makes the whole thing even worse. That would make him a guy who feels the need to take revenge on a girl he had the sweetest moments with. I’d rather believe he is just a f*ckboy, who got kissed by a hot chick and couldn’t refrain himself. Either way I doubt he will be able to recover from that in the viewers or Sanas eyes. You done f*cked up Acar.
Plus: why wasn’t he helping his friends?! Why wasn’t he stopping the fight?! What are you doing bruh?! Done f*ucked up I tell you.

Sana
I feel so bad for her. I can barely put it to words. First she feels responsible for the fight between the boys. She must think, I could have known and not invited them. The blood on her hands embodied that severely. One of her best friends -Isak- got hurt. Then hearing the judgmental remarks about her family and believes. It saddens me so much that she has to always feel excluded. To hear that one of her closest friends confirmed those prejudices and that she will be thrown out of the bus. Not her group. Only Sana. Because she is different. She doesn’t fit. And she never will. And it all gets topped by seeing the one guy she ever trusted with her feeling, she ever opened up to, she had finally started to let in. To see him kiss her best friend. Its devastating. Sana doesn’t deserve this torture.
The worst is who will she talk to now? Who can she trust? Nobody. Shes alone and in pain. And after all this we know in 10 days, we will see a strong Sana, pushing away her feelings and going on to fight this battle against everyone. And it kills me.

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

A flawless saying used against bullies to defend yourself from teasing… according to parents and teachers.

Her name was Bessie. Bessie moved here during fifth grade right before Christmas. By that time all of us had our groups set. Our own friends. We weren’t quite willing to move over to make room for someone new. Especially ‘Moo Cow Bessie’.

It wasn’t my idea to call her Moo Cow. She wasn’t even that fat, a little chunky sure, but no more than any other kid that age. That was Kyle’s idea. 

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Beauty And The Beast (9) - FINAL - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: After the reader reveals her feelings for Negan to Maggie, Negan’s at Alexandria’s gates ready to attack - but doesn’t know that reader had a secret weapon.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: “Being on the Lucille Lineup and Negan taking an interest in you”

Word Count: 5.1k

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: okay, so 1. i definitely should’ve written more parts to this for the last few episodes of the season, but on the bright side this chapter is about to be long asf, so ya welcome ;). 2. lowkey sad bc this is the last part in the series (at least until october) and this is one of my favorite series i’ve written thus far. 3. Since I didn’t want to spend a lot of time explaining things in the story that have happened in the show, some things like Dwight being at Alexandria, Sasha being held captive by the Savior’s, etc etc etc, aren’t gonna be touched upon. And 4 Pretty please let me know which series of mine you guys would like to see more of, since we all know i have the worst tendency to never update shit (ik i’m sorry ok). ~ Mentions of Negan’s backstory (“Here’s Negan”),

Theme: Angst    

CHAPTERS:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

Originally posted by isabelasass

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

The day had finally come. After mass persuasion, Rick had yet to get other groups besides the Hilltop and Jadis’ group to oblige. After running into her, Rick came to agreement with her after a ‘test’.

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Kismet: Chapter Three

Thanks for the likes, reblogs and comments. My Karamel fam is the best. And yes I am a Whovian.

Title: Kismet

Pairings: Karamel/Sanvers

Chapters : 3/5

Previous: 2


Chapter Three

Mon-El had been stuck in the future for five months before they finally managed to create a way back for him. In that time, he had been made into the hero that Kara always believed that he could be…the man he had vowed to be for her even without her presence anchoring him.

Working with the legion had helped give him a sense of purpose and took his mind off Kara, preventing him from dwelling on the ache in his chest. He had slowly come into his own and they had even created a suit for him. It was red and reminiscent of his old garments from Daxam with the addition of a blue cape. The colours were like an inverted version of Kara’s costume, a thought which had further bolstered his determination to be a hero.

Now today was the day that he was finally going home. He was finally going to return to Kara and she would get to see the man that he had become…because of her. And he would be able to replace the last memory he had of her, crying alone in the field, with a much better one. 

Mon-El stood in the meeting room of the Legion’s base, surrounded by the various members of the team.  From the group, Irma Ardeen emerged along with Brainiac 5 who had been in charge of working on sending Mon-El back to his own time and also replicating the serum that Alex had invented in the 21st century.

He would have to keep injecting himself with it at least once a day but with the additional protection of the flight ring that they had gifted him with a few weeks after his arrival, he would be fine on Earth’s atmosphere. “Is it ready?” Irma, also known as Saturn Girl in this time, questioned the alien android who was holding yet another ring in his hands.

“What is that?” Mon-El questioned, wondering how this was going to send him back home.

“I have dubbed it the Legion ring”, Brainiac 5 responded. “It has time travel capabilities and will send you back home to your own time. However if you should ever need to assistance of the Legion, the ring will bring us to you. At least those of us that have the few other rings that I made alongside this one. Keep it safe, Mon-El, you do not want it landing in the wrong hands”.

“Of course”, he nodded. “Thank you for all that you’ve done for me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you”.

“You have done more than enough in your time here”, Irma answered with a smile. “Valour”.

Valour…he had never thought of a hero mantel for himself and he would never have thought to pick that of all things especially when he remembered how afraid he used to be to stand up and do the right thing. However all of that had changed with Kara’s influence and the way she had inspired him to become brave. The thought made him all the more eager to go back to her.

Mon-El accepted the ring from Brainiac 5 and stared at it curiously. “So how does this thing work anyway?”

The 21st Century

“Supergirl just saved an entire building of orphans in an anonymous terrorist attack…”

Kara watched the news and smiled, both amused and relieved that J’onn was doing such an excellent job at impersonating her.

Considering she was currently seven months pregnant and hadn’t seen her feet in weeks, there was no way that she could have gone out and rescued a whole building full of people. Since she’d started properly showing, J’onn had demanded that she stop going out and that he would take her place so that people didn’t get suspicious.

As soon as Clark had learnt of her pregnancy, he had insisted on flying into National City occasionally to help out and to check on her. He had suddenly become extremely protective of her…and it was sweet, if a little annoying at times. It had only grown worst after Kara had found out that she was carrying twins, a boy and a girl.  Even Alex had grown increasingly overbearing in her protectiveness of her younger sister and niece and nephew.

Kara groaned as she felt the urge to pee for what felt like the one millionth time that day. She awkwardly shifted and slightly levitated to haul herself up off the sofa. She felt sorry for the other pregnant women that did not have the power of flight and super strength to help them with movement in late stages of pregnancy. Especially since she still found it difficult even with her added benefit of powers. She waddled her way into her bathroom, relieved herself and as soon as she exited, she almost had a heart attack at the sudden appearance of her sister.

“Alex! What the hell are you doing here? I thought that you were spending time with Maggie”.

“I was…” Alex looked at her carefully as though she was afraid that Kara was about to go into labour at any moment. “Kara, I think you should sit down”.

“Why? What’s going on? Is someone dead?” Kara panicked, her legs suddenly feeling like jelly. Alex, noticing that Kara was swaying on the spot, quickly caught hold of her sister’s arm and brought her over to the sofa, forcing her to sit down.

“Nobody is dead, Kara. In fact it’s the opposite, this is great news but you might be…surprised”.

Kara immediately calmed down at the assurance that no one had died and that she wasn’t about to be given some terrible news. “Surprised by what?”

“It’s Mon-El…he’s back”.

An hour earlier

Alex huffed as she walked into the DEO, annoyed that her afternoon with her wife had been cut short by Winn freaking out and calling her to tell her that there were some weird readings going on in the DEO basement. She ignored him and his greeting as she stormed in and used her pass to get down to the basement.  People called out greetings to her as she passed them but she ignored them all, hoping that there was something extremely exciting going on to have come into work on her day off.

She looked and froze as soon as she entered the training room that her sister used when she wasn’t pregnant and felt her eyes widen in shock. “What…how…”

“Hi Alex”, Mon-El grinned, extremely happy to see the DEO Agent for the first time in months. Alex continued to stare at him, taking in the fact that he had suddenly and randomly appeared in the DEO out of the blue and was dressed in what appeared to be a costume, similar in colour to her sister’s. “It’s so good to see you, you have no idea”.

“How the hell are you here and where did you come from?!” she finally shouted when her voice returned to her and she felt her body unfreeze from its state of shock.

“The 31st century. It’s a long story but all that matters is that I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere”.

“But the atmosphere…how are you not dead?”

“I heard that you came up with a cure”, Mon-El smiled. “The future already had the recipe since you’d made it and they gave it to me before sending me back here. I have to take it once a day but it’s worth it to be with Kara again”.

“Kara!” Alex exclaimed, as a startled realisation hit her. Mon-El had no clue what he had left before shooting off into space…which meant he was about to find out. She couldn’t let him just fly off to Kara, it would be obvious right away and she figured her sister needed a moment to prepare herself before that happened.

Mon-El’s eyes lit up at the mention of his girlfriend. “Where is she? I need to see her”.

“You can’t…I mean not right away. Can you let me give her some warning before you turn up?”

“Why? Aren’t surprises so much better?” the Daxamite retorted and Alex let out a nervous giggle. She wasn’t so sure that he would feel that way once he got his own surprise.

“I’m not sure about that. Kara’s never liked to be taken off guard anyway”.

“Is something wrong?” Mon-El frowned, noticing the strange way that Alex was looking at him. “Is Kara alright?”

“She’s fine…just let me tell her before you swoop in. Trust me, it’s for the best”.

Present time

Kara’s face drained of colour as Alex’s words sunk in. “Mon-El is back…on Earth, like right now?” Alex nodded and the blonde felt herself sink back into the sofa in shock, her hands on her very rounded belly that would never go unmissed if Mon-EL saw her. He would probably die from surprise the minute he saw her which would make any reunion short lived. It was strange since all she wanted was for him to come back and to be here with her for all it but now that her wish was granted, she was afraid. “Where is he, Alex?”

“I told him to stay behind at the DEO. I think he listened”, her sister said and took a seat beside her. “What’s wrong, Kara? I would have thought you’d be happier about it”.

“I’m thrilled, I’m just scared. I never got to tell him I was pregnant since I didn’t even know myself and I don’t know what he’s going to say”.

“I think Mon-El will be as happy as you. That boy loves you enough to risk coming back to a planet he’s allergic to and take medication once a day for the rest of his time here just to be with you”.

Kara’s blue eyes flickered up, some of her anxiety dimming away. “Really?”

“Yes, now can I call him? He needs to know and you need to see him”.

“Do it”, Kara said after taking a breath. “Tell him to come here. I want to see him with my own eyes”.

Alex nodded before grabbing her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialling the DEO where she let Mon-El know that it was safe to come home. “I’ll get out of your way. Call me if you need me, alright?” she told Kara before giving her a kiss on the forehead and her belly a pat before disappearing out of the apartment and leaving her alone.

Kara paced the room (as best as she could in her condition) anxiously as she waited for Mon-El to appear. She didn’t expect to see him hoovering outside of the window when she turned around, wearing what looked like his very own costume. Mon-El’s bright smile fell as his eyes locked onto her distinctively rounder figure and he took in what he was seeing. She quickly opened the window for him to fly in (since when could he fly?), and watched as he glided to the floor quite gracefully (more so than her cousin who liked to stampede like a wild rhino).

“Mon-El, you came back. I never thought…I didn’t think it was possible…I thought I’d never see you again!” she blurted out as tears fell down her cheeks.

“Kara, you’re pregnant? How?! Why didn’t you tell me?” He choked out, not once questioning the parentage. He’d been given the amount of time he’d been gone by Alex and could add the math (besides from the fact that the thought of her having anyone else’s child was next to unbearable to him).

“I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know”, Kara sniffed and Mon-El didn’t waste a second longer before swooping towards her in a mere few strides and pulling her into a tight (but careful) embrace. “I love you…there wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that I didn’t miss you or want you here with me”.

“Rao, Kara, I can’t believe that your pregnant. I wanted to come back sooner but I was sort of trapped and I needed to find a way to come to Earth without you know…dying”.

“Are you…are you okay with this?”

“Okay with it? I wish that I’d been with you from the start but Kara, this is the best thing to ever happen to me besides from you”, he told her earnestly before pressing his lips against hers in their first kiss since they’d said goodbye.

“I’ve missed you so much”.

“You don’t know how many nights I dreamed about this”.

“Make love to me, Mon-El”.

At her words, Mon-El pulled away and frowned. “Is that safe for you?”

“Yes, besides I’m made of steel and so are our babies” she smirked as she rubbed her hands on his hard chest, covered by the leathery material of his suit.

“Okay…wait, babies?” Mon-El did a double take when his brain registered the plural.

“I was just as surprised as you. We’re having a boy and a girl”, Kara confessed, smiling at him. “I wish you’d been with me when I found out”.

“Me too”.

After that there wasn’t much talking. Kara levitated herself up to match his height (standing on her tiptoes was not a great idea currently) to press her lips against his. Almost like a natural reflex, his mouth moved in response, dancing in rhythm with hers. He gently lifted her into his arms and carried her towards her bed, the weight not bothering him at all with his super strength.

Once they were finished getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies, Mon-El tucked Kara into his arms and wrapped a strong arm protectively around her very swollen stomach that held their children.

“It was the thought of you that got me through the last few months”.

“Wait, how did you come back here and how are you still breathing?!” Kara yelped, sitting up as she realised that she hadn’t asked the obvious question earlier, too wrapped up and emotional in their reunion.

Mon-El pulled her back into his arms and stroked her hair soothingly. “It’s fine. This might be a little hard to believe but I ended up flying through a wormhole into the 31st century. They had come up with a serum by that time which would help me to adjust to the planet’s atmosphere”.

“Alex said something about medication”, Kara realised, relaxing into his hold.  “But how the hell did you end up in the 31st century?”

“That…I do not know”, her love answered sheepishly. “I just woke up and I was told that I slipped through a wormhole. I was found and rescued by a team of Superheroes. While they worked on inventing a way back to my own time which wasn’t exactly easy because you know time travel…and while I was there I helped them out. They even made me a suit and gave me a name and everything”.

“They named you? But I wanted to do that!” Kara complained teasingly.

Mon-El smirked back at her, his heart full of love for the girl beside him. “Well I’ve still to be officially named in this time. It’s why they called me what they did in the future because it’s what I was known as in this time. Yeah I know…complicated”.

“Wibbly Wobbly Time Wimey” the blonde giggled causing her boyfriend to give her a weird look.

“What?!”

She snorted, realising that they had never got on to watching Doctor Who together. “When we get time we can watch some Netflix later”.

Motivated

Just wanted to put this out there. Writing it softened the blow of tonight’s episode. Wow, what a ride.


When there is something that motivates a person, rather it be a cause or a person or a goal, something that drives you to make a difference not only in your own life but in the lives of an entire city, that motivation defines you, it makes you a better person, a better friend or lover, a better husband or wife, a better man or woman. It makes you a better hero.

Oliver recognized this the first time he stepped away from his father’s list and saw that the whole city needed saving. It wasn’t just about stock portfolios and bank accounts,(as Felicity pointed out to him) it was about giving the citizens of Starling City the comfort of going about their daily lives without the threat of harm or darkness.

**

On the island, Oliver was motivated solely by surviving. Every day was a challenge for him. He went from a person who always had everything given and explained and resolved for him, to someone that was completely thrown into chaos and violence and the uncertainty if he would live or die. Basics needs like food, water, shelter and rest—they were luxuries he felt would never be a part of his life again. He experienced real loss, perhaps for the first time, when his father killed himself. Because of the shock and grief from that act, Oliver could not have imagined then that Robert’s death would be the first in a long line of traumas ahead for him. Also, for the first time, Oliver was completely alone, with no skills to survive.

That first year on the island, Oliver reminded me of Moses wandering in the desert, stripped of his humanity and privilege and purpose. The island was Oliver’s perdition. He was any empty vessel searching for a reason to keep living.

He needed motivation.

**

In that first year, key people came into Oliver’s life—Yao Fe, Slade Wilson, Shadoe; and later, Anatoli the return of Sara.

Yao Fe taught Oliver the concepts of loyalty, of when and what was worth fighting and dying for. He taught Oliver about survival, the ultimate kind. Oliver took that lesson and began to teach himself how to survive in harsh conditions.

Slade Wilson taught him how to fight physically. He taught Oliver the idea of brotherhood and camaraderie, how to work together as a team. The irony of these lessons would come back to haunt Oliver a few yearslater , birthed by the Dr. Ivo events.

Shadoe taught him how to use a bow, the discipline and practice it takes him to aim and shoot straight (he slapped a lot of water to learn this.)

She also taught Oliver about love, the romantic kind. It was compassion and tenderness and heartfelt—all the more when experiencing it in a pond on tropical island.

Anatoli taught Oliver about perseverance and comradeship. He taught him gratitude and the price of favors and promises.

And Sara? Well, when they met up again, she had developed her own burgeoning survival skills. She taught Oliver that sometimes making hard choices can be impossible. The choice Oliver made in saving Sara instead of Shadoe was purely instinct. Or maybe he was just standing closer to Sara. When Ivo pulled the trigger and killed Shadoe, everything Oliver had been taught up to that moment died with her. I think it might have been the first time he thought to himself—what is the point of being strong, of being a fighter and a lover and a brother, if I can’t protect those close to me. A few years later, Felicity asked him what would be the point if he lost himself in the process? In that moment when Shadoe died, Oliver was already lost, not just in the process but in his life. The morality and personal growth and voice of conscious that Felicity was talking was a dead body lying at his feet.

But out of that tragedy, Oliver felt a new motivation.

Anger.

**

Sidenote: For the life of me, I could not remember the names of Masao’s wife and son. I drew a completed blank. I didn’t have time to look them up. I apologize for this discrepancy.)

The next stage in Oliver’s search for motivation was Hong Kong. It was there he learned about the importance of family.

Masao and his wife and son were the fulcrum of this lesson. Amanda Waller and Argus furthered Oliver’s skills as a weapon by darkening his character with assassination and torture. Even though Masao worked for Waller, he was the first person in Oliver’s odyssey who started to believe in him. After Oliver shook off the trauma he went through on the island and started to get involved in the well-being of Masao’s family, Oliver learned another concept—having a purpose. We saw for the first time his attempt to not only save Masao and his family, but an entire city from the virus that dickhead General intended to unleash. Oliver risked his life for this purpose. But he also lost more of his humanity by torturing and killing dickhead.

After Masao’s son died, Oliver found another motivation.

Pain.

 

**

It is still to be shown the final outcome of Oliver’s time in Russia and whatever motivation he may have found before he returned back to the island, and then home to Starling City. But when he did return, all those things he was taught, they bent and forged and shaped him into a newer purpose—to right his father’s wrongs. He was a lethal weapon with a signature goal, to eradicate the criminal element that was corrupting his city. Yes, in that first year back, Oliver was dark and scary, but he had learned that helping people, no matter if had to kill, maim or otherwise, brought him the satisfaction of accomplishment.

Oliver found the motivation for that purpose.

Justice.

**

The final pieces to Oliver’s of chosen journey was John DIggle and Felicity Smoak.

They were the incarnation of those hard earned lessons Oliver learned while he was away. They were the finalization of those realities called brotherhood, camaraderie, team—and most importantly, love. They helped him to shape the angry, violent man born on Lian Yu into the compassionate, dedicated and focused person that instilled awe.

Oliver found in John a warrior, a hero and a lifelong brother. He found a morality that was at first alien to him, but became a compass he would steer by going forward. He found in John someone who would never lie or lead Oliver astray, someone who would provide truth, even if that truth is painful.

And in Felicity, Oliver found the kind of love that goes so deep, nothing could ever overpower it and take it from him. Her tech savvy, her charm and wit, her intelligence, her beauty and her great capacity to love completely—gave Oliver a look into the kind of man he could and would become. Felicity was the lesson Shadoe taught him about caring for someone—times infinity. Oliver might have to go hungry and thirsty again, he might not have shelter to protect him from harsh elements. He might even get so weary that not even rest would make a difference. But his love and trust and need for Felicity gives him the ability to survive. Like Thea told him—love, in spite of it all, is what makes life precious. Felicity is why he takes a breath. It’s why he opens his eyes each morning and appreciates being alive. She is his search for beauty and she is that beauty. She is the light in the dark and it will always lead him back home.

And that is Oliver’s lasting motivation.

Love.

*

So Oliver has come a long way on this journey. Sometimes he can get in his own way. He can still disappoint and hurt and even betray those he loves. He’s not perfect. But he can also bring happiness and strength and peace to those in his life who might sometimes lose their way. From the jagged path he started on to the light of survival and redemption and hope, Oliver Queen: the Man, the Mayor, the Green Arrow and the Hero; that is what motivates a whole city to be stronger and kinder and empathic, to have love for their fellow man/woman.

This is why he will survive Adrian Chase. This is why he will come back.

He is still motivated to make a difference.

@hope-for-olicity @louiseblue1 @almondblossomme @tdgal1 @dmichellewrites @scu11y22 @arrows-4ever @swordandarrow @jamyjan

[This fic was requested anonymously, enjoy! Warning: Contains mild smut]

           "I said I’d be there didn’t I?“ I asked, mildly struggling as I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder and lifted my suitcase into the trunk of my car.
           "Don’t use that tone with me, I’m not there to punish you for it,” Jared chided and I rolled my eyes tossing my backpack into the trunk as well.
           "Well you act as if I am days away, I’ll be there in four to five hours depending on how traffic treats me,“
           I got in the car and put on my seatbelt, taking a mini break from the hustle and bustle of travel.
           "Is it my fault if I missed you?”
           He said it light heartedly but a pain clawed my chest and I closed my eyes. I wanted to be there already, I wanted to be with him already, I wanted to hold him. We talked on the phone all the time but it wasn’t the same, god it was insane to think he could possibly miss me as much as I had missed him. I just wanted to tell him everything right then and there but we’d have time for that later.
           "I missed you too, I…“ I took a minute to compose my voice.
           "Hey,” he said softly.
           "What?“ I murmured.
           "Just get here already-”
           "AND BRING BACK MY SHIRT, I KNOW YOU TOOK IT WITH YOU!“ I heard Shan faintly yell which brought my spirits back up.
           I laughed lightly and so did Jared, “I’ll meet you at the restaurant, I love you,”
           "I love you too, drive safe,“ he said.
           I tucked my phone into my bag and typed the address into my GPS before I set off for Vegas.

***

           I had gotten ready at the hotel and I was all but shaking with the anticipation of it all. The place was absolutely jammed, but when I managed to squeeze through to Fiamma Trattoria the crowds were less immense. Moving over to the hostess she looked up at me with a small smile.
           "Can I help you?”
           "Yes, I’m with Thirty Seconds to Mars,“
           She looked a little skeptical for a moment and I quickly reached into my clutch to pull out the I.D Jared had sent me.
           "Ahh, yes, right thi-”
           "Would you mind just telling me where they’re seated? I kinda wanna make my own way there if that’s okay,“
           "Of course, they are just in the back corner booth to your right,” she said kindly and not in a forced way.
           I thanked her, moving in the direction she said. I saw him before he saw me and for a moment I just stood a little bit away and watched him with a small smile. He looked like Jesus with his long locks and the golden backsplash behind him. He looked good in his black suit jacket with embroidered sleeves, they all looked really good, and they all looked like home.
           Shan noticed me first and he must have nudged Jared under the table because he turned his head and found me. A slow grin spread across my face and he stood up from the table as I closed the distance between us and almost tackled him back into the booth.
           There are little things the body craves that you don’t realize until that craving is satisfied. Like I hadn’t realized my body had craved the strength of his hug until he had me in a bone-crushing vice, I hadn’t realized I had been craving his cologne until it wrapped around me like a blanket, I hadn’t realized I had missed his lips so much until the covered mine. Every cell in me had craved him and now he was here.
           "Jesus guys, save it for later,“ Shan teased, and we reluctantly broke apart.
           "Hey Shan,” he enveloped me in a tight bear hug and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
           "How ya been Y/N?“ Tomo asked giving me a hug as well before we all sat down.
           How exactly had I been? That was a tough question, so I answered instead with how I was now as opposed to how I had been.
           "I’ve been good, I missed my idiots,”
           Jared’s hand grasped mine under the table and I turned my head to look at him. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me in a way that only he could. Giving his hand a tight squeeze I reached up with my free hand to take off his sunglasses and tuck them into his coat pocket.
           "That better?“ He asked.
           "Worse, actually,”
           The guys laughed and I rested my head on Jared’s shoulder.

***

           I gasped as Jared yanked me into one of the empty dressing rooms and he locked the door behind us. For a second I stupidly stared wondering what his deal was before the light went on in my head and warmth pooled into my belly.
           "They’ll be wanting you soon,“ I whispered.
           "Well I want you, now,” he growled.
           He moved to me as I moved to him and we collided in a feverish display of unbridled desire. His hands were everywhere, his tongue moved against mine in a way that made my knees weak and my pussy wet. With an expert speed I unbuckled his pants and reached into them to curl my hand around his shaft.
           A small groan escaped him and I smirked nipping his lower lip as I stroked him.
           "I missed you, baby,“ I whispered.
           He backed me into the dressing table and I hopped up onto it, his mouth burning a trail down my neck as his hand moved between my legs. My breathing hitched but I ensured never to take my eyes from his.
           "You’re so wet for me,” he whispered, and I wrapped a leg around his waist to move him closer.
           "We don’t have much- oOh,“ I gasped, gripping the lapels of his coat and resting my cheek against his as his middle and ring finger moved inside of me while his thumb rubbed my clit.
           "Make that sound again, I missed that sound,” he purred, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
           "Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me,“
           He was more than willing to oblige and he was quick to pull a condom from my bag and slide it on. And in one lithe movement he yanked my undies to the side and shoved his cock inside of me. I tried so hard not to leave any mark on him that the camera’s might pick up, I tried so hard not to make a noise in case we might be found out, all I could do was bite my lower lip and move my hips to his as he rammed into me fast and hard. I had been away from him for three months so it didn’t take me long to cum and when I did he quickly covered my mouth and laughed lightly in my ear.
           "Mmm, I like it when you scream for me Y/N, but you have to be quiet now,” he said huskily.
           "Jared to stage in fifteen minutes, Jared to stage in fifteen,“ a voice said over the walkey I had been given.
           I clutched onto him as he pounded into me harder and after a few more minutes he came. We stayed that way for a couple of seconds, panting, holding each other, our bodies still joined. He tenderly moved, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and his lips brushed against mine gently.
           "When are you leaving me again?” He whispered, and I stroked his hair for a while before we finally parted and began to clean ourselves up.
           "I umm,“ not before a gig, I really shouldn’t.
           "I… I’ll actually be leaving when we hit Toronto… and I won’t be able to rejoin you guys until Tulsa,” I said quietly.
           He was silent for too long of a time.
           "December? You’re going to leave until December?“ He asked.
           "I have to, as shitty as it is this is how it has to be right now. I could have a real shot here to make this business great and in a year or two-”
           "A year? Two,“ he said flatly.
           I turned to look at him, "I don’t want to leave you, but travelling is necessary right now and when everything is more stable-”
           "Y/N what are you saying here?“
           I looked at him in mild confusion, "I’m saying that how things are now is how it’s going to be for a while-”
           "I don’t want you to go, these past few months I’ve barely seen you-“
           "When you go on tour or to a movie set it is the same thing!”
           "No it isn’t!“
           I sighed, "That’s because I was your assistant, I went with you everywhere, you paid for everything, but now I have a chance to be successful too. I have a chance to do something good, you’re the one always telling me to chase my dreams and provehito in altum. So what if we’re apart for a-”
           "Is it wrong that I want to be with you?“ He demanded.
           "No! That’s not what I’m saying-”
           "If we barely see each other I don’t even get why we’re together,“
           I flinched, physically recoiling from him. I could tell by the way he stepped forward and his eyes softened that he didn’t mean it, not completely anyway.
           "What are you saying here, Jared?”
           "Jared Leto to stage, Jared Leto to stage,“ the irritating voice crackled out.
           Biting my lower lip I looked down at my feet.
           "Y/N I… look I… I gotta go,” he whispered, wanting to say more but he reluctantly left.
           "I do too,“ I croaked, remaining in the empty room for a little while longer.

***

           I watched him on the widescreen backstage, wiping a few stray tears from my cheeks. I loved him so much, I loved him more than I could ever love anything, but if this is where he wanted to end it then I would be okay with that. I would be okay with the precious few years we had together even when we weren’t a couple, I’d be okay with the memories, I’d be okay knowing that for one incandescent second I had the heart of an ethereal being. Just knowing him would be enough.
           Deciding to go back to the hotel to grab my things and drive back to LA I turned away from the T.V.
           "I’m sorry, I’m going to do one song that is completely different tonight,”
           I whirled back around to the T.V. Is he insane? He’s being broadcasted live; he can’t just deviate from the set like he’s playing a regular gig or something.
           "Now, this song is for someone very important to me. She, almost transcends a description to be quite honest. She told me something though and I didn’t really want to listen, I still don’t, but I want to support her. This song is my way of telling her to provehito in altum, do what you gotta do, but come back to me… because you’re home and I’ll be waiting.“
           My hands had moved to cover my mouth as the tears came at a much faster pace. I could scarcely breathe as the music began to play.
[Come Home- One Republic *Note: I listened to it and imagined Jared singing it and thought he would do a fire fuckin’ cover. Hopefully you agree*]
           "Hello world
           Hope you’re listening
           Forgive me if I’m young
           For speaking out of turn
           There’s someone I’ve been missing
           I think that they could be
           The better half of me”

           I was shaking, a strangled sound between a sob and a noise leaning towards happiness escaped me. Clutching my chest I slowly moved up the stairs to the side of the stage where I could see him standing.
           “They’re in the in the wrong place trying to make it right
           But I’m tired of justifying
           So I say to you

           Come home
           Come home
           'Cause I’ve been waiting for you
           For so long
           For so long
           And right now there’s a war between the vanities
           But all I see is you and me
           The fight for you is all I’ve ever known
           So come home
           Oooh”

           I don’t know where the camera was but suddenly my blotchy and tear streaked face was on the large screens behind him but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop looking at him.

           “I get lost in the beauty
           Of everything I see
           The world ain’t as half as bad
           As they paint it to be
           If all the sons
           If all the daughters
           Stopped to take it in
           Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
           It might start now yeah
           Well maybe I’m just dreaming out loud
           Until then

           Come home
           Come…”

***

           I waited in the same room he had left me in until his set was over. When he walked in I didn’t give him time to say anything before my lips were against his and my arms were around his neck.
           "I love you, I love you,“ I whispered between kisses.
           He lifted me into his arms in a tight and bone crushing hug, "Just come back to me, I’m with you Y/N until the end, just come back,”
           "I will,“ I rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes.
           "I love you, Y/N, you pain in the ass,”
           I smiled, dusting his face in feather light kisses before looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
           "We’ll make this work, I want this to work because I want you,“ I hugged him tightly.
           "You have me, Y/N, you’ve had me for years,”
           I closed my eyes, feeling him kiss my hair and hug me tighter. I never wanted him to let me go.

damelola  asked:

16 for Supercat please!

There you go ;) Also on AO3

16. Things you said with no space between us

Kara woke from her trance as the cab pulled into the parking lot, startled by the loud crunching sound of tires on gravel. She glanced outside the car window, where an elegant sixties-style building was coming into view. The car approached, grinding to a slow, staggering halt in front of the nearby entrance.

The venue was all glass panes and soft curves, alternated with blinding white concrete, austere but majestic. Her eyes darted to the round balconies on the first and second floor - balconies being one of those architectural features that instantly drew her attention. She wondered whether she’d have a chance to step onto one tonight, rest her elbows on the railing, smell the wind.

Two security guards stood on either side of the entrance, wearing identical grey suits. The one closest to her extended a hand, a small courteous smile, and collected the invitation from her hand. CatCo Worldwide Media Winter Gala, it read in golden calligraphy, Kara Danvers, Reporter.

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Yousef-No-chill-Acar’s POV - A fanfic Part 2

This is my idea of what Yousef might have been thinking and what might have made him act the way he did in Episode 5 at SYNG and also Episode 6. I just wanted to put myself in his shoes, rather than being mad at him any longer, and try to make light of this messy Yousana situation. The first chapter was a throwback to the development of his feelings and how he experienced the past encounters with Sana in the prior episodes, this one is about Even, the fight and the Noora kiss.  Hope you like it and I am open to suggestions and ideas <3

PART ONE here

PART TWO

Yousef met the boys at the Metro station. The Squad hugged each other, pecked each other’s cheeks and made their way to the party. They all seemed excited.

Adam asked “Yo Elias, you sure the girls from your apartment the other night are coming??”

“Yes, Sana said they would be there” Elias said exasperated answering this question for what felt like the 100th time. There was some cheering and High Fives from the guys.

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Feed You the Sky: Chapter 12

In which Ivar presents Kára with her morning gift. Bear with us, I know Ivar is a little different than what we usually see in this fandom. @shesafreesoul and I have decided to take his kinks in a slightly different direction, but I don’t want to give too much away because it’s going to develop over time. We hope you guys enjoy this fic as much as we do!

Min elskede:my beloved

Min kjaerte: my dear (yeah, they finally use terms of endearment!)

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10584924/chapters/23831667


Kára walked beside Ivar as he dragged himself over the ground, and she found herself admiring the graceful way he moved. She was unsure how a man could look magnificent crawling like a beast, and yet her husband managed. Maybe it was the easy confidence in his movements, like this was nothing to be ashamed of, or maybe it was the rippling strength in his arms and shoulders. Her eyes were drawn to the curve of his backside, and he looked back in time to catch her staring. A wolfish, teasing grin spread over his soft mouth, and she remembered the taste of his kiss. “See something you like, wild woman?”

She could feel the heat of a blush staining her cheeks crimson, but she met his eyes without shame. “Something I like very much.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial stage-whisper. “I found myself thinking of the feel of your skin under my hands, the way you moved against me in our bed last night.” She bit her lower lip before continuing, feeling her blush deepen. “I can still feel the memory of you inside me.”

“Kára,” his voice was half a moan and half a growl. “If you do not stop talking like that, I swear I will pull you to the grass and take you right here.”

“Did I not satisfy you well enough before breakfast?” Her voice was shy, and she refused to meet his eyes for a moment.

He laughed, warm and tender. “I think I could love you all night, and yet still want nothing more than to keep loving you all day. Think of this morning as only a promise of things to come tonight.” A sudden heat jolted through her at those words, and she ached to have him follow through on his earlier threat.

Ivar stopped suddenly, motioning her toward the door of the bladesmith’s forge. She shot him a puzzled look, but opened the door and followed him inside. He pulled himself into a chair that had been set out, and she looked at him with open curiosity. He pointed toward the wall, the racks where the newly made weapons hung until their proud new owners came to collect them. “Do you see that battle-ax, with the golden inlays and the runes burned into the handle?” She nodded. “It is yours, part of your morning-gift. I saw that you carry a sword and a small throwing ax that you are very skilled with,” he smiled, remembering with surprising fondness the time she had barely missed his face. “But I noticed you do not have a battle-ax. I do not care if you never carry it into battle, but my Valkyrie deserves a weapon as beautiful and strong as she is.”

The ax was indeed beautiful, and she traced her pointer finger lightly over the glistening of the gold knotwork inlay. The knots depicted the shape of a howling wolf, the single eye a small green stone set into it. She took the weapon, hefting it in both hands, and sighed in delight. It felt good in her hands, heavier than her sword, but light enough for her to swing with a fair amount of ease. She had trained with a large battle-ax, but never carried one into battle. This was certainly a weapon that could split skulls, but speed was her greatest weapon, and this ax would slow her.

“I will use this ax to split the skulls of the men who betrayed me,” she promised, meeting his glinting blue eyes as she kissed the sharp edge of the ax.

Ivar nodded, his voice husky, “come here, my wild woman. Bring your ax. It must be blooded.” Kára was compelled to obey, and she knelt beside him, cradling the ax on her lap like a child. Ivar ran his palm along the edge of the ax, creating a shallow cut. He took Kára’s hand and ran her palm along the blade, too; she hissed at the burning sensation the sharp edge cutting her skin. Ivar pressed their palms together, mixing their blood, then kissed her knuckles. “Blood my blood,” he whispered.

“Blood of my blood,” Kára echoed, a chill running up her spine at the hungry look in her husband’s eyes. He cupped her cheek, smearing his blood on her pale skin, and guided her lips to his in an eager kiss. After a few moments, Ivar drew back, head tilted to one side, looking at her.

“Now you have a choice, my Valkyrie. Would you prefer to go on our raid first, or hunt down the men who betrayed you?”

The choice was easy. “First we raid. I want to see Northumbria, tales of your great army there reached us even here. I want to see the place of your victory, to spill even more blood on that green land.” She paused, something akin to bloodlust smoldering in her hazel eyes. “And then when we return, we deal with the traitors. By then they will probably be better organized. It will be a much more satisfying fight.”

Ivar laughed. “If it’s Saxon blood you wish for first, Saxon blood you will have. I told you already that I will deny you nothing. I have thought ahead already, preparing for both options so there will be no delay. Our forces are gathered, and the ships are in the harbor, ready to sail. We can leave with the tide tomorrow morning. We will be gone for probably two months. It is risky to leave a newly conquered kingdom so soon after establishing control, but our marriage should quell most of the unrest. I will leave Ubbe here in command of a small force of my men. Do you wish to leave some of yours behind, too?”

She snorted, looking at him as if that were the stupidest question she had ever heard. “Of course. Magnhild will command my men, she knows the people here. Shall we grant them joint power to settle any disputes that arise in our absence? They must reach a decision acceptable to both of them in order to pass a judgment. If they cannot, no decisions will be made until our return.”

Pride glistened in Ivar’s striking blue eyes, the corners of them crinkling in a smile. “You were shaped by the gods to rule with me, min elskede.” He pressed another kiss to her sweet lips, sighing against them in contentment before he pulled away. Her hazel eyes begged him to kiss her again, and he was only too happy to oblige her. “We should spend the day preparing. I have ordered most of our supplies packed already, but there is always much to do the day before a raid.”

Kára nodded, hazel eyes glinting. “But nothing so important as this.” Her voice was a breathy whisper, and Ivar widened his eyes in a question. She laid back on the floor of the empty bladesmith shop, pulling Ivar forcefully onto her, “You will make love to me. You will spill your seed in me. You will show all men that I am yours, and you will let me conquer you as we will conquer our enemies.”

Her commanding tone had him quickly hardening, and he gasped as her hand plunged into his trousers to stroke him. His hands were already lowering her pants, and his wandering fingers found her already wet and warm and eager, writhing against his hand. She tore his trousers down from his hips, her hands like iron on his backside, pushing him into her core in one smooth stroke. They both moaned at the overwhelming pleasure of their joining, and Ivar bit sucked hard enough on her neck to bruise the tender skin. He then bit it to seal the mark, and she bucked her hips against him, her nails drawing light lines down his lower back and buttocks, even down to the tops of his thighs.

“Yes, Ivar, gods, the feel of your cock within me is the sweetest thing I’ve ever imagined.”

He pumped harder into her, growling in her ear, “tell me more. Praise me, min elskede. Tell me exactly how good of a lover I am to you.”

“When you move your hips that way,” he repeated his movement, gyrating his hips against her, almost questioningly, and she moaned, “yes, just that way, gods, Ivar, min kjaere.” She could barely continue through her gasping, but the his blue eyes, glinting with need, tore at her heartstrings. “When you move in me, I feel like I must be a goddess. Surely I will burst from the sweetness of your cock stretching me.” Her next words were sharp, almost a keen, “you hit some spot inside me, oh Ivar. Find it again.” Her hands dug into his scalp, gently pulling at his hair, and he sucked on her neck again, just below the junction below her ear.

She threw her head back, screaming, as her hips arched against him, beyond her control. The waves of her pleasure caught him, pulled him into the ocean storm of her orgasm, and all he could do was gasp and cling to her to stay afloat. He lingered inside her after they had both finished, and Kára, feeling strangely vulnerable after feeling so powerful, burrowed her head shyly into the warm, solid strength of his chest.

He kissed her hair, then cupped her chin and raised her face to gaze into her eyes. “Min elskede, you have no idea of the power you have over me.” Now it was Ivar’s turn to feel shy, and to distract himself he ran his fingers through the soft red waves of her hair. “Everyone always thinks, because I am a king and have led armies for many years now, that I always like to be in control. But in submitting to your desires, I find no shame.” He struggled to put into words the strange feelings swirling within him, but he had never been gifted at this type of thing. “Having you so confident and bold, Kára,” he paused, again, still trying to find the words, “hearing you tell me how I make you feel, I loved it.” He smiled at the shining in her eyes. “My wild, strong woman. It is your strength that first drew me to you. That is my favorite part of you: you are indomitable.”

This drew a warm giggle from her. “My favorite part of you, I think, is your honesty. I feared you because of your reputation, but you are a man whose actions matches his words.” She paused to kiss him, grinning. “That mouth of yours is my second favorite part of you.” He gently bit her lip before she drew back. The moment of weakness passed, Kára kissed his lips one last time before standing and tugging her clothing back into place. “Now we can go prepare for the raid.”

I just love Princess Leia. I just love her so much.

Her story. Her character. I LOVE her.

She’s this little baby born right as the Republic falls and the Jedi Order is decimated and a Sith lord is taking control of the galaxy. And she doesn’t know that her mother died giving her life or that her father was the Chosen One, the man everyone thought would be their greatest champion and instead through his own warped, tragic love and desperate fears and stark ambitions he became the vehicle of their downfall. And this little baby born under these dire and extraordinary circumstances is whisked away, separated from the twin brother she doesn’t even know she has, and hidden and protected

And this man who saw the darkness and despair and tragedy of her origins doesn’t just vow to take her in but to love her, and this little baby who’s literally only hours old but who already has this incredible destiny baring down upon her becomes the crown princess of Alderaan??????? 

And she grows up and she’s only a teenager but she’s already representing her people on the galactic stage as an imperial senator and this girl has such fire in her that she’s going toe to toe with the most corrupt men in the galaxy and taking up the mantles of justice and righteousness and hope and you’d think that’d be enough, but no, because that same man who promised to love her, who became her father, was also the father of the rebellion, and so at the tender age of nineteen this girl is a traitor to the empire and a rebel spy???? Like, no mere informant but a freaking imperial senator working from within the government to feed information to the rebellion I just??????? This girl that was born in secrecy and whisked into hiding is hiding IN PLAIN SIGHT right there under the Emperor’s nose, and she’s not even HIDING she’s a thorn in his side and she’s WORKING FOR THE ENEMY RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then they build the Death Star and they’re killing billions of people and a brave group of rebels manage to infiltrate an imperial database and steal its plans in a desperate final stand while rebel troops are falling left and right and the rebel fleet is being taken out and Darth Vader himself is killing everyone in his path and who ends up with the transmission????? Who ends up with the stolen plans and literally and physically is holding the fate of the galaxy in her hands?????? Who jumps to light speed just in time to make her escape?????

The Princess of Alderaan, the Imperial Senator, the rebel spy, the daughter of the rebellion, Leia Organa. And she rushes across the galaxy on a top secret mission of utter importance to not only save those plans but to beg for the aid of the one man who might be able to help them–it is their most desperate hour, and it’s Leia there–Leia in the middle of it all–Leia with the plans and Leia sent to get Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And when Darth Vader boards the Tantive IV and the crew are dying left and right and Leia herself is taken prisoner, she smuggles the plans out of the empire’s hands AGAIN and then has the nerve to look Darth Vader in the eyes and LIE THROUGH HER BALLSY TEETH and tell him that she has no idea what he’s talking about. He KNOWS she’s a spy, he KNOWS she’s a traitor, HE JUST WATCHED HER ZOOM OFF WITH THE PLANS.

And this nineteen-year-old princess is at the mercy of a Sith Lord, the Chosen One, the most powerful Force user the galaxy has known, and he probes her mind and tortures her and HE CAN’T BREAK HER. And this Princess can’t know for sure that the little droid she sent off with the most important information in the galaxy will succeed, but she doesn’t talk when they schedule her for execution or when they destroy her planet before her eyes or even after that.

And this fierce political spy princess suddenly becomes the last princess, and it turns out that the mission bestowed upon her by her father–on her alone, because he trusted her with his life–is the last request he’ll ever make of her, and it seems like everything is lost and she’ll just have to keep her silence as her last act of defiance and her last act of honor and her last pledge to her father and her mother and her people.

And then????? AND THEN

This bright-eyed idealistic farm boy and this jaded cynical smuggler and his hairy partner burst in and they have no idea what the fuck they’re doing and they have no idea that they have just kicked down the door and entered Leia’s life at its absolute darkest moment, at the lowest point of her existence when it seemed that there would be no hope and no light and no chance, and they don’t know and she doesn’t know that they’ve all just found their destiny. She has no idea that this over-exuberant farm boy is her long-lost twin brother, that the little droid she sent off with the plans found its way to her TWIN of all people, that he was hidden away on the very planet she had raced to, and she has no idea that this cocky insufferable mercenary is her true love, and it’s just, it’s JUST. 

Then despite and because of her TREMENDOUS LOSS, this princess gets those plans to the rebellion–the rebellion that is still standing because of her strength of will and of mind and of heart, and it turns out that the galaxy works in mysterious ways, because that naive but pure of heart farm boy is a HERO and that cynical mercenary smuggler can’t help it now, either, because he’s been pulled in, too, because he doesn’t know it but fate has taken hold of him and now he can’t turn away, he can’t, and he goes back on everything he’s said and claimed to stand for just in the nick of time and they do it????? Leia gets those plans where they needed to be and she got her father’s message to the person who needed to hear it–the call had been raised, the time had come–and EVERYTHING WAS SET IN MOTION AND THEY TRIUMPHED AGAINST THE EMPIRE, YES, THEY SAVED TRILLIONS OF LIVES, BUT MORE THAN THAT, SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT, TOO

And then whether it was ever her plan or not, that young princess has no planet any longer, and that imperial senator has no more senate, and the rebel spy is exposed, and Leia’s there just, floating in the dust, standing in the ashes, a symbol of hope for the galaxy but grieving and orphaned and alone (she’s not alone, but she doesn’t know it yet) and it would be so easy to give in to despair, but what does she do? SHE JUMPS INTO THE TRENCHES and she FIGHTS not just with her knowledge, anymore, not just with political daring and aiding and abetting, no, but with her flesh and blood she becomes a soldier.

And maybe the grief is overwhelming, and maybe she pushes too hard and maybe the fight consumes her because it’s suddenly all she has and maybe she’s terrified of feeling again or losing again or hurting again so she builds a wall around her heart, and maybe she seems just a little too cold, but that farm boy-turned hero and that giant walking carpet of a being and that infuriating scoundrel of a man are chipping away at her, and of all the things, of all the damn things that could happen, of all the cursed things that fate has in store, against her will and despite her best efforts, Princess Leia is falling in love

And it’s just. It’s THAT man. The man who only saved her for a cash reward, but saved her nonetheless (and maybe they both know, deep down, that it wasn’t for the cash reward). The man who claimed to oppose every belief she’d ever held, the man who infuriated her, that man is breaking down her walls, that man is making her feel, and she could’ve resisted him if he actually was the selfish mercenary he pretended to be, but he’s NOT, he’s not, at the end of the day he’s stayed with them and with their cause and he’s risking his life to help them and it turns out he’s LOYAL and he’s BRAVE and he’s CUNNING and GOOD and he’s not afraid to call her out, not afraid to challenge her, not afraid to treat her like a woman instead of a princess or a leader

But she can’t do it, she can’t, not only because she should be devoting herself to the rebellion or because sometimes she’s so consumed by guilt that she doesn’t think she deserves it, no not only because of that but because he’s leaving. Leaving them. Leaving her.

She’d thought that maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much if she kept him at arm’s length, but she was wrong, because it aches. But she’s still strong, isn’t she? Isn’t she supposed to be forged from steal? The survivor, the warrior, the avenging princess??? She can’t let herself fall apart over a man that was never even hers to begin with (she doesn’t know that he was hers from the moment they met, and maybe even before).

So she keeps up the fight, and when the Empire is at their doorstep and Vader himself is storming their base, she stays at her post even while it’s crumbling around her, even when she should have cleared out long before–but then, hadn’t she always figured she’d die for the cause?

She doesn’t die though, because he’s there. He’s come back for her. He hadn’t left, and he won’t let her resign herself to the end. Somehow, on that dilapidated piece-of-junk ship that had been her salvation on that fateful day that they met (that day he’d claimed not to care if she lived or died, and here he is running into the danger to save her), they make it out, and Darth Vader watches her make her escape (their paths keep crossing, she doesn’t yet know why), and that scoundrel pilots them through asteroid fields with the enemy on their tail and scrapes them through by the skin of his teeth, but he does it. He keeps her safe, and so that’s the second time he’s rescued her. The tensions are so high though, so high, because damn it all to hell, he’s still probably leaving after it’s over, but he just risked his own life for hers AGAIN and it’s so hard to resist. It’s probably even appropriate that their first kiss is in the blackness of space, caught between a rock and an imperial cruiser, following immediately after a run for their lives and several harsh insults that they both know are just for show. And when he kisses her it’s the sweetest reprieve, it’s everything they both knew it would be, and more, and yet tainted, too–a glimpse of what could have been, because he has a debt to pay and a reason to go, and she can’t give him her heart when she knows he’d have to break it.

Still, she’s stuck with him, our fierce princess, that strong, passionate, lonely girl who’d lost her entire world, trapped on his ship. And when they limp to Bespin, her feelings are brimming over, too true to keep at bay. The safe haven they think they’ve found is all a trap, their escape gone all wrong, and it’s all built up and built up and built up, so powerful that it was inevitable, so powerful that she was doomed from the start, and when they hurt him and torture him and hand him over at last and he spends his final moment before they turn him into a living statue–to die or be sent to his death–on one last desperate kiss, she can’t keep it in. This girl who resisted tooth and nail confesses it at last, when they’re at their most vulnerable, at the mercy of their greatest enemies, set to be parted forever. That’s when she tells Han Solo that she loves him, because she couldn’t bear it if she never told him–couldn’t bear it if he never knew.

He did.

Perhaps she doesn’t realize the implications then–that it’s the strength of their love and pain and fear for each other that has been used to lure Luke Skywalker–that farm boy who’d become the closest thing she had to family, that pilot striving to become a jedi that had his own precious place in her heart. She does know that she’ll do whatever it takes to warn him and to save Han, and although she does get free it’s still not in time, because Han is gone and she almost loses Luke, too–almost, and would have, if she hadn’t so suddenly known where he was. She doesn’t harp on how she knew. She doesn’t have it in her to be troubled over anything but the man she’d loved and lost. She’d lost EVERYTHING–literally everything–and she KNEW it would be a bad idea and she didn’t want to give in to her feelings–tried not to let him in, and in the end she STILL loved him and the universe was so cruel that it had to take him, too.

So then for the second time that poor princess is left to cope with profound loss and overwhelming heartache–but it’s different this time, because he’s not dead–not yet–and for once she’ll set aside duty and leadership and rebellion and leave the fight–leave the cause–to go and get him, because she has to, because he only got caught because he was keeping her alive, because he’d rescued her again and again and she couldn’t abandon him–because she loved him and she’d finally accepted that fact.

And so it’s suddenly all come full circle–back to that fateful planet of years past, where she’d sent a little droid to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, where the farm boy had been toiling in the sand, where her scoundrel had gotten caught up in it all. Back there on that barren planet she’ll walk into the monster’s den for him, degraded and chained (she’ll kill the beast that chained her, too) but it’s worth it, it’s so worth it, because by some miracle her new family is enough, and at the end of it all he’s back in her arms and everyone is safe and whole and together.

And there’s a new threat–her worst nightmare, perhaps–because the Death Star just wouldn’t stay dead. And our rebel leader could easily have relied on the rank and file to take it down, but no, she’s on the ground with her love and her friends–her mercenary man is a commissioned general, now–and she’s still fighting with all her tenacity to save lives and end oppression. She probably has a feeling that it’s a fateful mission–everything’s riding on it, after all: their lives, the fleet, the rebellion, everything–but she has no idea just how true that is–has no idea what she’s about to learn.

And then high up in the trees on the night before their attack, Luke Skywalker finally tells her the truth of her past. He’s her brother. She’s his sister. And that evil man who had haunted her in both dreams and in reality is father to them both. So much suddenly makes sense. So much. The immediate love she’d felt for that naive, over-exuberant farm boy. That power and intuition that she just couldn’t explain. And she realizes that it’s not a revelation, because she’d known.

And it’s not only that she knows her origins. It’s not only that she has the Force. It’s not only that she’s the last hope for the galaxy if Luke should fail–it’s her entire story at its climax, her destiny laid at her feet at last, her legacy finally fully revealed, her part in it all finally understood. That day on the Death Star was fate. The daughter of the Chosen One, face-to-face with him, the future of the galaxy resting on her young shoulders, her own twin brother arriving to save her. And we know, watching, that she is so deeply embedded in this story we love–at its heart, there from the beginning, destined to see it through to its end, the power of the Force in her very flesh and bones and the power of her convictions in her every word and every act, the unbelievable and undeniable truth of it all. There was no accident, no coincidence–it’s LEIA. 

It’s so much–both wonderful and terrible–to find her brother, to know the horror. To understand that the blood of the man who’s tortured them all runs hot and fierce through her own veins. And even worse, Luke has gone to him–gone to his death. She can’t tell Han when he asks her–she can’t, how could she? What if it ruins everything? What if she…?

But she keeps going, again. She keeps fighting AGAIN. Princess Leia didn’t come so far and do so much and fight so hard to let grief and fear overwhelm her when it matters most. So she’s there on the ground in the action fighting side-by-side with Han and Chewie and their brothers-in-arms all the while the battle rages in space and Luke faces the Emperor and their father.

Maybe he tells her after that it’s her in the middle of it all. That it’s fear for her that almost drives him to the Dark Side, his love for her used against him. Maybe he tells her that when it was all over, and their father was redeemed, that his last thoughts were of her, of the daughter he’d met and hurt but never known–of ensuring she knew the truth. 

And it’s just. If anyone in the galaxy had cause to give in to pain–it’s Leia who lost and lost and lost. She had every reason to give up, to succumb to grief, to give in to hate or despair or fear, but she didn’t. She kept going through it all. Kept fighting for what was right. She never let the heartache and the horrors she faced defeat her. She was so incredibly strong, but that strength was never at the cost of her humanity. Princess Leia is strong AND human–a character who feels and hurts, a character that’s vulnerable without it being held against her. A damsel in distress who takes control of her own rescue. A princess turned spy turned soldier. A female character who loves but who is not reduced to a love story. Leia who emerges at the end bruised but unbroken, Leia who learns to open her heart, Leia who finds her family, Leia who is brave, Leia who saved the galaxy, Leia the hero, Leia the VERY LAST HOPE FOR THEM ALL, Leia who hurts, Leia who feels, Leia who shouts and fights and takes no shit, Leia who’s complex and so REAL, Leia who TRIUMPHS AND COMES OUT THE OTHER SIDE WITH HER BROTHER AND HER LOVER AND ALL HER FRIENDS, LEIA WITH THE FORCE, LEIA WHO RESISTS TORTURE AND KILLS JABBA THE HUTT AND RIDES DOWN IMPERIALS ON STOLEN SPEEDERS, LEIA WHO INSPIRES AND LEIA WHO’S TRUE AND LEIA VICTORIOUS AT THE END.

I just really love Princess Leia.

Perspectives

Thank you for your request and thank you so much for waiting!

Originally posted by grayground

CL drummed her fingers impatiently against the arm of her desk chair. They had been working for hours now with only laughable results and Gray could feel her eyes boring into him. He tried to tell himself that he was over thinking it, remind himself that she was actually a sweet person despite her stage persona, but he always found himself being extra cautious around her.

“What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

He made a feeble attempt at concentrating. Even putting a hand to his headphones like he was listening for something. CL rolled her chair towards him, her legs practically brushing against his, so that she could study his face more closely.

“We can work on this another day,” she said. “When you’re feeling more up to it.”

She stood up to leave but Gray motioned for her to stay.

“I told you nothing’s wrong. I can do this.”

“Gray, I’ve seen you produce a beat from scratch in five minutes. You’ve been working on just the base for over an hour.”

He dejectedly tossed his headphones on his desk and buried his face in his hands. She was right. He’d come to work this week with the full intention of being productive but his mind kept wandering to all the things he’d been neglecting lately. His social life, his sleep, but most importantly you. What he wouldn’t give just to hear your laugh again.

CL wasn’t his first choice to talk to about what was really going on. But she was there and she was listening which counted for something.

“There’s someone I’ve been talking to lately. I haven’t seen her in a while and I guess I just, you know, miss her.”

“I knew it!”

She let out a short laugh as she relaxed back against the chair, waiting for him to continue.

“You knew it?”

“Just look at your office. It’s so clean. Cleaner than Jiyong’s at least,” she corrected herself when she saw the trashcan nearly overflowing with Soju bottles and food wrappers. “You don’t keep a lot of sentimental stuff around. Except for this one birthday card.” She picked it up to demonstrate. Gray held out his hand to take it from her but she ignored him. “I already read it while you were in the bathroom.”

“You went through my stuff?”

“Just the card. I had to know what made it so special.”

No wonder people are afraid of you, Gray thought as he snatched the card away from her and placed it carefully inside his desk drawer. He saw the guilt flicker across her face just before she looked away and he knew that this wasn’t her idea. Their friendship had never developed the same candidness that she had with the others.  Someone had put her up to this, most likely Simon, but that didn’t make him want to humor the conversation any further.

“So..,” she said hesitantly.

“So?”

“What are you going to do about it?”

He didn’t have an answer for her, not the one he knew she wanted to hear, so he turned his attention back to his monitor as if that could make the conversation dissipate. As if stopping her meant everyone would leave him to bury his intentions until he had time to fathom them out for himself. But that wasn’t possible. Not when the rest of the crew had clearly decided something needed to be done on his behalf.

“Ignoring things won’t solve your problems, Gray.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But it won’t cause any either.”

“It already has. At least from what Simon tells me.”

Knew it.

“You can’t just string her along like she’s a toy,” she continued. “Both of you care about one another. That much is obvious even to me but there will come a point when knowing you care won’t be good enough. You need to say something or do you not think she’s worth it?”

“Of course she’s worth it!” He didn’t mean to yell but losing you was not something he liked thinking about. “Why do you think this is so hard for me?”

“But what are you so afraid of?”

“That I’ll say the wrong thing. That I’ve misinterpreted our friendship. That I’m asking too much of her too soon.”

“That’s you trying to rationalize being selfish.”

“Then what would you have me do?”

“Stop thinking and just do it. No planning. No speeches. And no clichéd song writing.” Seeing Gray cringe at the mention of song writing made CL smile a bit. She moved closer to him; taking hold of his hands before he could shy away from her. “Practice with me.”

It felt weird confessing to her. Gray tried his best to visualize you instead but his words came out stunted and awkward like lines he’d plagiarized from a poorly scripted movie. There was no trace of passion behind them. Only the distinct urge to get this over with as he rattled off words like “love” as if they meant nothing.

If only he hadn’t been too wrapped up in his own embarrassment to hear the shuffling of footsteps outside his office door. Jay’s voice saying your name a little too loudly to give him a warning. You standing frozen in the doorway, your arms laden with food for them all, as you listened to him confess to someone else.

He stood up the moment he noticed you. You let the bags of food fall to the floor before he could say anything as you turned on your heel to leave. By the time Gray called after you, you were already at the lobby. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn back and face him. Your strength was like paper but the one thing you were determined to do was not let him see you cry. You loved Gray and if that meant letting him be happy with someone else then so be it…

                                                     _______

Gray fumbled with the keypad to your apartment. He couldn’t stop his fingers from trembling despite the small wave of relief he felt when he heard the door lock click that you hadn’t changed to code already. None of this was supposed to have happened and the only thing he could think as he hurried through the doorway was that somehow he was going to make things right.

You heard the door and tried to go hide in your bedroom but Gray was quicker than you anticipated. He blocked your way before you could even leave the living room and you both stood there in stunned silence for a moment.

He noticed how you flinched when he said your name and his chest tightened. The betrayal you felt was evident in your eyes in the brief contact you managed to make with his. What was he putting you through? He didn’t even want to imagine the things that had been going through your mind in the time it took him to recover from you running out of the studio.

CL had been right. The things he’d left unsaid too long had caused more damage than he could have anticipated. But he wouldn’t let that happen next time because he didn’t want there to be a next time. He didn’t want to categorize his life from now on as before and after losing you.

Before he could think, Gray was crossing the room and wrapping his arms around the small of your back. His lips were on yours in a heartbeat as he pulled you against him. You were too stunned to reciprocate but he kept trying; his mouth gently imploring you to forgive him.

It was only when he felt your hands pushing against his chest that he realized he’d fucked up. That in his desperation he’d only succeeded in widening the rift between you. His grip tightened in response. In his head he was already scrambling to memorize the details of your face, the sound of his name in your voice, the way you fit in his arms because he knew when he let you go those memories would be all he was left with.

“What the hell, Gray?” You shouted when he finally let you go. Your voice was trembling. Hot tears were streaming down your face but you didn’t care if he saw them anymore.

“I love-”

“No,” you cut him off. “You don’t get to say that to me. Don’t you dare.”

He tried stepping closer to you but you backed away in response. He looked panicked like he was genuinely at a loss as to what to do next which made two of you.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me. She never has.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No you don’t understand,” he said, running his fingers through his hair in an exasperated gesture. “She was trying to help me. Ask her. Ask any of the guys and they’ll tell you the same thing. You’re all I think about. You’re the only one that makes me feel grounded. Whenever I picture my future it’s always me standing beside you because that’s all I want.”

Your face softened as he spoke. The Gray you’d become accustomed to was always so reserved. He only showed what he was feeling in a series of subtleties that’d you’d learned to pick up on. Even after everything that you’d seen, there was something about the way in which he spoke then, how raw his words sounded, that made you want to trust him.

“Please just say something. Anything. Even if it’s that you hate me.”

Gray let his head fall as he braced himself for your response.

“I could never hate you,” you whispered which made Gray perk his head back up.

“You believe me?”

“You’re a lot of things, Gray, but you’ve always been a terrible liar.” You gave him a half smile. This time you didn’t move away when he chanced another step towards you. “But I’m still royally pissed.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You had to go and have our first kiss while I’m angry with you.”

You both couldn’t help but laugh at the situation and you leaned into Gray’s embrace as you tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Gray kissed the top of your head, one of his hands rubbing your back to help soothe you, as a smile plastered his face. It was only when your breathing steadied that he broke the silence.

“Are you still mad at me?”

You nodded.

“In that case, I’m sorry again,” he said as he tilted your chin up and kissed you for the second time. Only this time you kissed him back.

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Shattered Tomorrow | Blake Belladonna

RWBY AU continued. Previously, Ruby and Weiss. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs! Keep Reading to continue. Disclaimer: A lot of the story here will be based on the new info I gathered from Volume 3 Episode 7: Beginning of the End, so if you haven’t watched that episode yet, do it now!

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Vice 1/2

This was supposed to be a 5 sentence drabble using “cuddle” for @driftingthroughtheskies and an anon, then it was gonna be smut fir @whatfallsaway and then it got a little bit muddled in with an idea from Sunday’s rewatch chat which was (I believe) pioneered by the Jens, @claricex-woman and @startwreck…. whatever it is… it got away from me rather!

MSR || Casefile || Undercover || S6 || Currently PG, will be NC-17 || Part Two Here



When Mulder got the call it had seemed a fairly benign request, far less dangerous than the New Spartans and much less likely to mess with his head than a loan out to Behavioural Science. Of all the favours he’d been obliged to do to keep The X-Files open, a weekend in New York, reconnecting with an old Oxford classmate was by far the simplest and so he’d said yes. He hadn’t even told Scully he was going on a case; she had some family arrangement and he would be back Monday.

Except he wasn’t.

From that first night, the staged meeting at an exclusive party and the trip afterwards to the kind of club that you need a password and a Bentley to get into, Mulder had found himself swept back into a world he hadn’t even realised how glad he was to have escaped. Jasper Hammond’s circle had more money than morals, a sense of entitlement that had only grown with age and a decisively cruel streak. He had welcomed Mulder with open arms, calling him Fox as he poured him endless Laphroaig, and seeing the wealthy, rakish American who had sometimes helped him with his essays at Oxford instead of the tortured man the Bureau knew. It had been beguiling for all of an hour, easy to forget his task in the face of the moneyed hedonism, but then there had been the private club, the drugs and then the girls offered to him whose faces were painted brightly to mask their youth and their terror, who disappeared into private rooms with uncaring men and were whisked away afterwards.

Mulder remembered in that instant why he had run. Why he had become a government employee rather than a hedge fund manager. Many of his former set saw the world as an enormous shop, where nothing was beyond their grasp for enough money with the right people. And it seemed Jasper Hammond was right at the heart of it, smuggling not only the drugs Mulder had been sent in to find, but anything that people would pay for: weapons, secrets and people just lines on his wicked ledger.

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Afternoon games

Strange Magic Highland Games AU

PART I: Competition


The day was bright and beautiful. A perfect day for the annual highland games, except that Marianne was in no mood to be here. She had just experienced the worst week of her life, but Dawn had convinced her to go out.  Sunny, Dawn’s boyfriend, was suppose to go, but he ended up getting the chance to work an extra shift. Dawn and Sunny were saving up for their wedding, so Dawn wasn’t upset (much) not when her newly single sister was available!

The park where it was being held was packed. They were walking toward the area where all the different events were being held. Some of the men walking around wearing kilts were muscular men; a little too muscular for her taste. But there was definitely a lot of swaggering going on. Roland would fit in perfectly, plus he would love the chance to prance around without a shirt on. Dawn grabbed her hand. “Come on, the wrestling is about to start!”

Marianne let herself be dragged along until they were mixed with the rest of the crowd. A wrestling match, or as they heard someone call it, the Scottish back hold, was just finishing up and another one was about ready to begin. Dawn was clapping, hopping in place, all excited as a very big man, bald and overly muscled, walked out onto the field wearing a kilt and nothing else.

 His opponent came onto the field, a very tall, thin man, also wearing nothing but a kilt in deep blue, with hints of dark greens and reds. His arms were heavily tattooed, short dark hair that the sunlight gave an auburn sheen too. His features were sharp with a long nose and even from here, she could see that his eyes were blue.  Marianne snorted.

“That skinny guy is going to wrestle that boulder?”
Dawn grinned. “You would be surprised! I’ve seen him wrestle before, he is really good. His name is Bog, I think. I’ve seen him do all the events the last two years—he always wins!”

Marianne looked doubtful, but he definitely had a presence about him and a very cocky grin.  The two men didn’t waste time, as the bigger man grabbed Bog around the waist, lifting him off the ground.   Just as the big man was about to slam him back down, the wiry man twisted, planting a long leg on the ground and threw the bigger man over his shoulder, then drove him down to the grass, kilts flying in a swirl with just a hint of bare asses. Marianne yelped in surprise and then elbowed her sister.

“They aren’t wearing anything under those!!”
Dawn tittered. “Yeah, I know.”
“DAWN!!”
Dawn blushed and giggled. “Pay attention!”

The two men struggled for a while, the round a total of five falls. Each time Bog won, the kilts coming dangerously high up their thighs at times, and then Bog pinned the other man winning the match.

“You want to see his next event?”

Dawn pulled on her sister and Marianne found herself being dragged to an event they called the caber toss. Again, as this Bog character stepped onto the field, she was pretty sure this would be the one that slim Bog guy could not possibly win, let alone lift the spruce log. But she watched with amazement as he crouched down and with both hands lifted up the large log. The muscles in his lean arms stood and  out as he adjusted it to his shoulder then started his run. When he threw it, the crowd let out a roar as he managed to send it end over end. Dawn smacked her sister in the shoulder.

“See!! I told you!!”

Dawn continued to drag her sister through the crowded event. There was going to be a wait before the tug of war, so Dawn decided they needed to eat.  Marianne had gotten a soda and some shortbread while her sister was in line getting them each a sandwich of pulled pork or something.  She wasn’t sure  what it was, but the smell was wonderful. She was waiting at one of the benches when she saw Bog walk by. He was still shirtless, wearing his kilt, soft leather knee boots, and was wiping a damp rag over his chest  and head making his hair stick up. A few people congratulated him or smacked him on the shoulder as he went by. He made a face and gave a reluctant smile, nodding his head in greeting.

He walked over to the line with the beer putting his hands on his hips as he waited.  She watched him as he stood in line. Now that she was closer and he was not flinging persons or things about, she could see that the tattoos covering his arms were thorns and primroses, laced with some other kinds of plants. It was pretty cool, really.  She was trying not to stare at his back, but at some point he must have sensed it as he turned around and glared.

She was startled when those bright blue eyes looked right at her. Man, he had a presence! But she didn’t look away. She had let Roland browbeat her too much, made her feel like less of a person and she would be damned if anyone was going to do that to her again. But then that damn man in a skirt smiled at her, it was a sarcastic smile, but a smile nonetheless before he turned away.

Marianne narrowed her eyes at his slim form. But then Dawn came over, holding two huge pork sandwiches plopping down next to her sister. Dawn started to open her mouth, but then noticed where her sister was looking to see the back of Bog.

“OOOO!!! I should go get his autograph!”

Marianne lightly smacked her sister.

“Don’t you dare! Geez, I can’t believe I didn’t know about this side of my little sister.”

Dawn laughed taking a big bite of her sandwich when her eyes became huge as she stared behind Marianne. Marianne turned to see Bog walking toward them with a drink.  He sat down next to Marianne.

“Ye ladies mind?”

Dawn tried to say something, but her mouth was full of pork and bread. Marianne glanced sideways at him.

“Sure, I suppose.”

Bog grinned. “The name’s Bog.”

“Marianne. This is my sister who can’t speak, Dawn. She is a fan of yours.”

Bog suddenly looked very embarrassed at Dawn who nodded her head vigorously.

 Bog looked at Marianne again. “I gather by your tone, ye’re not a fan?”

“Oh, I don’t know, you are pretty impressive. This is my first time coming to these games. “

Marianne was surprised that he blushed again! For a guy walking around in a kilt, no shirt and killing it at all the games, he blushed a lot.

“I hope you donna mind me sitting, here but ya seemed to be staring a hole in me back and I was wondering if I knew ye?”

Marianne looked slightly embarrassed herself now.

“No, I just, well I recognized you from the events and well, your tattoos are interesting.”

She nodded her head at his arms. Bog looked down at his arms for a moment like he forgot they were there.

“Ah, yeah.” He blushed and cleared his throat.

“So, ye ladies coming to the Scottish hammer event?”

Dawn was eating, staring and saying nothing, (which was suspicious) but Marianne was intrigued by the real Scotsman, judging by his slight accent.

“So, what is a Scottish hammer?”

Bog laughed, showing a hint of sharp crooked teeth that she hadn’t noticed  before.

“Basically we are just throwing really big rocks. It’s another test of strength.”

Marianne picked at her sandwich.

“So, you good at it?”

He shrugged.

“I’m fair, I suppose.”

That was when Dawn spoke up.

“He took first place last year!”

Marianne glanced over at Bog. His cheeks had flushed pink, which made its way in a very interesting path down his neck becoming lost in his heavily tattooed arms.

“Aye, but there wasn’t much real competition last year.”

Dawn then jumped up and down in her seat.

“Are you going to enter the knee contest??”

Marianne looked confused. “Knee contest?”

Bog looked a bit thrown. “Ye mean the Bonnie Knees contest?”

Dawn nodded vigorously and Marianne still looked confused.

“What is a Bonnie Knees contest.”

Dawn grinned. “A bunch of men go on stage and some women are picked to judge. They are blind-folded and have to pick the best guy based only on his knees!” Dawn smacked the table in front of Marianne. “You could be a judge!!!”

Both of them stared at Dawn who was grinning brightly. The next half hour was a blur as Dawn suddenly took control, both of them defenseless against her. Neither Marianne or her new acquaintance

Bog, knew quite what happened except Bog was signed up for the Bonnie Knees contest for the first time ever and Dawn had somehow gotten Marianne put on as a judge.

The Bonnie Knees contest was later in the day, so Marianne and Dawn ended up tagging along with Bog watching him compete. He won two of the next three games, winning the Scottish Hammer and the stone put then came in second on the sheaf toss. Before he knew it, he was being forced on stage with a half dozen other men.

Bog found it difficult not to be embarrassed. Feats of strength, the hideous, tall Scotsman out there throwing shit, okay, that he could do, but this…how did he let that little blonde lass talk him into it? Then there was her sister! He still couldn’t believe he had managed to talk himself into going over there and sitting with them. His stomach had been rolling the whole time, but he had been running high on adrenaline and a “what the fuck” attitude and now here he was on stage being gawked at by the crowds.

He took a deep breath. He could do this—it was fine, but that was when he saw Marianne. Damn it all, she was the most beautiful woman and everything from the moment he sat his sorry ass down had been stupid and gone wrong and this was going to be the peak of embarrassment, this poor woman having touch him!
He was the only man not smiling when the judges came up.

Marianne glanced at him, her cheeks very pink as she gave him an unsure smile. But then she was blind-folded, the men were mixed around and the next thing Marianne knew, she was being led over to touch a bunch of guys’ knees. It was odd, as the crowd yelled things and hooted, but she just knew when she got to Bog.  Unlike the other men, he jerked when she touched him and while she would never admit it, she had been looking at his legs, as well as his chest, stomach and arms all day. 

His knees where slightly knobby, but not in a bad way.  She ran her fingers along his knees, then up a little bit, feeling his thigh, then down again, over his knee to the very top of his sock. She moved the tips of her fingers up again. His legs felt nice, all lean wiry muscles. And then she felt him tremble. He was trembling??  She pushed her blindfold down just a little to look up at him.

Bog was looking down at her, the other women having moved on. His eyes were very blue in his scruffy face and he looked embarrassed, and perhaps even a little scared. She looked down and realized just how far up his kilt her fingers were when she looked back up at him, both of them just stared at each other.
She quickly yanked her blind-fold back down and went to the next guy just doing a quick touch and moved on again.

Marianne stood with the other judges casting votes while her stomach was doing all sorts of flip-flops. The winner was announced. Marianne couldn’t help herself from being disappointed; she voted for Bog but another guy won.

As the contest and audience were breaking up, Bog hurriedly tried to get away. He wasn’t sure who he thought he was getting away from, but he couldn’t get the feel of her hands on his legs out of his mind! Then the way she had looked up at him with those soft brown eyes he could have just sunk into her eyes and been happy to do so. God damn it all to fucking hell!! What had happened?

He was walking swiftly. Alright, if he was honest with himself he was running, when suddenly his arm was grabbed from behind. He twisted around with a snarl on his face only to come face to face with Marianne. She dropped her hand as soon as he turned, her cheeks and ears with bright red. She looked completely unsure about what she was doing as she waved.

“Ah, hi!”

Now that she caught up to him Marianne wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. Damn it. He was standing there, shirtless, kilted, tattooed, embarrassed and well…fuck.

“Sorry you didn’t win.”

Bog looked a bit startled and then murmured. “Didna expect to, ye see what I look like and my knees are knobby. The rest of me isn’t that great either.  I just did it to please yer sister.”

Marianne grinned, chewing on her bottom lip. “Dawn has a way of getting everyone to do what she wants. But still, it was sweet, especially since you don’t know her. But you’re wrong.”

She could feel the blush creeping along her cheeks probably making her look splotchy,  but she was already in—might as well go the rest of the way. Be brave Marianne, she told herself.

“The rest of you is really nice to look at, not just your knees and legs.”

Bog stared at her for a minute as if he didn’t understand a word she had just said. He shook himself a little and shrugged, embarrassed again.

“She seems a sweet lass.”

But then his eyes narrowed as after a couple of beats, he suddenly registered the rest of what she had said.  “What?”

Marianne looked at him, her cheeks flushed. “What?”

“What did you just say?” Bog put his hands on his waist, which only made everything she was feeling worse as she tried not to stare at him.

Marianne pressed her lips together making all the color drain away. “Ah, you’re nice looking?”

Bog blinked. “Yeah that…you been drinking?”

“No! Geez, can’t take a compliment can you?” Marianne put her own hands on her hips as they stared at each other.

Bog glanced back over his shoulder. “Look, ah, I need to meet up with my group. We have the tug of war next. Would uh…would ye like to come?”

Marianne grinned. “Yeah. I would, Bog.”

He blushed and smiled a bit. “Alright then.”

Bog waited while she ran to tell Dawn where she was going.  Soon both young women were walking, one on either side of him.
They arrived at his clan’s tent. The others inside were getting ready, which for a few of them, was drinking ale before the match. As soon as Bog walked up, a short older woman with wild red hair and wearing a plaid skirt in the colors of Bog’s kilt, came out yelling at Bog.

“Bog, where have you been?”

“Mamm! Please, we have a couple of guests.”

As the woman looked at Dawn and Marianne, her eyes practically lit up.
“Oh, two young ladies! Hello! I’m Bog’s mom, Griselda! Now how does my Bog know the two of you?”

Dawn was all a-giggle.  “Oh! I have seen Bog at these games the last couple of years! This is my sister’s first time, but she got to judge Bog’s knees!!”

Both Bog and Marianne looked ready to dive under the nearest rock.
Griselda turned her eyes on Bog, the look on her face one of complete surprise.
“Bonnie Knees? You did?”

The smile that spread across her face was both happy and calculating and a bit of something neither could put a finger on.

  “You girls come on into the tent, the lads…” There was grunt as a heavy set woman shot a look their way. “And lass, are getting ready for the tug of war. It’s our clan against those English twats over there pretending they know a thing about strength.”

Bog groaned at his mother’s colorful language. “Mother!!!”

“What?!” She threw her hands up, glaring at her son. Marianne and Dawn chuckled.

Bog ran a long fingered hand down his face in frustration, but took a deep breath to calm himself. He introduced Marianne and Dawn to the other members of their group: Brutus, a giant boulder of a man, bald, his chest covered in tattoos; the one woman in the group, Stephanie, who preferred to be called by her nickname, Stuff; Thang, or Theo, a tiny man who exhibited a great deal of enthusiasm.  Dawn was speaking excitedly with Thang and Stuff about the events while Brutus sat down out of the way, lifting what looked to be a large rock.

Bog stepped out of the tent with Marianne beside him.

“Sorry about her,” Bog muttered.

Marianne smiled. “Don’t be. Parents are always difficult. My Dad is always either embarrassing me or upset with me.”

Bog frowned with a slight confused look. “Upset with you?”

She shrugged. “He just doesn’t always understand the decisions I make.”

Bog nodded. “Aye, yeah my Mamm can be the same way. Her main goal right now is to get me married off.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Bog’s eyes turned wide and he looked more embarrassed. “Ah, yeah…”

Marianne chuckled softly. “My Dad would like nothing better than if I got married. I was engaged once, but the guy turned out to be a total ass.”

They were quiet for  a moment and Bog was working up the nerve to ask her if that meant she was single when a whistle sounded.

“That would be the first call for the tug of war event.” Bog turned at the sound, looking out in the direction of the field.

Marianne looked up at him when he turned. He really had an impressive profile. Standing there in that kilt, bare-chested, flushed cheeks—yeah she could honestly say, in these few hours that she had been in Bog’s presence, she had it bad.

Bog turned back. “Well, we best be off to the field.”

Marianne smiled. “Yeah.”

He started to turn away, but she grabbed his arm. He turned around just as Marianne stood on her toes and kissed him. She stepped back with a smile.

“For luck.”

Bog looked like a deer in highlights. His blue eyes were so wide she would have laughed if she didn’t think it would upset him.  He swallowed visibly, rubbing the back of his neck and nodded in silence just as his mother came out of the tent.

“Come on guys, let’s get going!”

Marianne and Dawn followed the clan as they walked to the field. They also managed to find a great location to watch the tug of war, thanks to Bog’s mom.
After they were away from Bog’s group, Dawn elbowed her sister.

“I saw that kiss.”

Marianne made a face. “It was for luck.”

Dawn grinned. “Of course it was.”

Marianne didn’t get to respond before the announcer called out the clans. Marianne’s attention was immediately on Bog.  He walked out barefoot, wearing his kilt and nothing else. Damn it all to hell if that didn’t just make him sexier. She could not believe she had the hots for a man she had only known an afternoon, but there it was…

He glanced over and saw her, a tentative smile creasing his face. She grinned, biting her bottom lip. She couldn’t seem to stop herself as she waved at him. He blushed and she could see the red on his cheeks and up his ears from here, but he waved back at her.

The two teams took positions, picking up the rope. She could hear bagpipes a little distance off playing.

Her eyes were glued to Bog. She could hear her sister saying something to her, but she wasn’t’ really listening until Dawn whacked her hard on the arm. Marianne finally glanced at her sister, who was now  pointing frantically, looking upset at the other team. Marianne glanced that way not really interested when, to her utter surprise she saw Roland! He was strutting onto the field with the opposing clan wearing a green kilt and shirtless looking just like a fucking peacock!

Marianne was flabbergasted! Why was God punishing her?
Roland! What the hell was he…what….her mind could not form coherent thought for a moment as her vision turned red. Karma, you fucking, vengeful bitch! Marianne thought as she glared at the field.

It took a few minutes to realize something was going on between the teams and the referee. There was some argument going on, something about the team Roland was on having an additional player.  They would have to drop someone to make it fair.

Bog was snarling at the captain of the other team, his accent getting thicker by the moment. He poked a long finger into the chest of the other man he was pretty much glowering over.

“What the fuck are you trying to pull, Mort! This is bullshit and you know it! Who the hell is he anyway?!” Bog’s impressive glare moved to Roland, who held up his hands. “I was invited by my cousin.”

Marianne snarled to herself, listening to the growing argument. It wouldn’t be long before tug-of-war became another wrestling match. She ducked under the rope, marching across the field. Bog and Roland both turned, seeing her at the same time. Roland’s face lit up. He plastered on that stupid, fucking smile of his, but Marianne walked over to Bog.

“You need an extra team mate. I’m it.”

Bog looked startled and uncertain, but she leaned in close, forcing Bog to bend down to her as in a very loud whisper, she said, “That blonde ass over there is my ex and I want to beat him.”

Bog glanced over to the man she pointed out who was trying to look hurt.
Bog snorted. “That guy is your ex?”

She nodded. “Yes. I can’t believe he is even here! What are the odds?!

Apparently I pissed off some higher power. I want his ass in the dirt.”

Bog shrugged, grinning crookedly. “So yer unattached?”

Marianne glanced up at Bog, her cheeks turned rosy. “Ah, yeah. I’m single.”

Bog snagged her arm, pulling her close and gave her a kiss. Not a passionate one, just a simple press of lips as she had done earlier. When he let her go, she stumbled in shock, catching herself, but he grinned a bit embarrassed.

“Fer luck. I promise: his face will end up in the dirt.”

Roland saw all of this, his features turning dark as the two teams resumed their places.

They picked up the rope. Marianne was in front of Bog, she could feel him behind her, heat coming from him and something else.  Either that or she was just hyper aware of this tall, lanky man who could probably beat the shit out of Roland without breaking a sweat. She grinned, flashing her teeth in a vicious grin.

The referee stood at the middle of the rope. Roland was in front for his team, facing Marianne.

He grinned. “Hey Buttercup. Didn’t know you would be here, but I’m glad to see you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, right Roland. Get ready to kiss dirt!”

Roland looked a bit taken aback by Marianne’s venom, like he just couldn’t see what he had done. But Marianne looked as if she wanted to drop the rope and hit him. Bog touched her shoulder briefly, leaning in.

“You got this, tough girl.” Her smiled brightened even more at him calling her tough girl. She was tough and Roland had not broken her!

The ref yelled. “GO!”

Marianne leaned back pulling with all her might. Bog spread his legs getting a good grip and pulled. She go the impression of the others pulling, but Bog was right behind her. She could feel the strength in him as he held on and pulled back. Roland had set his teeth and was pulling back for all he was worth, his teammates were leaning hard and managed to pull the rope a little toward them. She heard Bog snarl a curse, then yell at the others.

“Come on, put yer backs into it!!”

Marianne snarled and put all her weight into leaning back until her back was up against Bog. Bog moved his arms around her. He grabbed the rope in front of her since his arms were so long, the two of them forming one unit together. They pulled as one, Bog leaning dangerously backwards, planting his legs wide.  She could see and feel the muscles in his arms and chest as he yanked back with her, his breath hot on the top of her head.

Bog snarled through clenched teeth, “We got this, tough girl.”

They both grinned at the same time and hauled back with all their might. It was the last pull they needed, because suddenly their group were all tumbling backwards as Roland and his group went over the line, Roland going nose first into the dirt.

Marianne fell back against Bog.

Bog let go of the rope when they fell  back with a triumphant laugh, wrapping his arms around Marianne. They were both sweaty, but she didn’t care. Marianne was grinning viciously when Bog’s arms tightened around her, his mouth near her ear, warm breath, that accent as he murmured,

“As promised, his face is in the dirt.”

Then he softly kissed her ear.

(I decided to follow the movie formula of having them fall for one another in an afternoon but this is only the first part)

First interview

She wiped her hands on her dress as she exhaled, trying to calm her nerves.This would be the first interview she had, now being known as “Harry Style’s Girlfriend”. She was nervous for a number of reasons, despite the constant reassurance she was getting from Harry and her friends. They were going on the Ellen Show to talk about their relationship for the first time. As she was collecting herself, she heard a knock on the door.

“Babe, you alright in there?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I’m coming out now.” She said as she shook out her hands and opened the door to find a concerned looking Harry. She tried to walk past him but he lightly grabbed her forearm, pulling her back to him.

“Baby, I know you’re nervous but I promise, it will all be fine. I’ll be right next to you, holding your hand. You don’t even really have to talk much if you don’t want to. He said trying to sooth her. She just nodded and took his hand as they began to walk to the stage.


“And now, please welcome the worlds newest, biggest, and in my opinion, the cutest couple in the world, Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!.”

The music began and you walked on stage hand in hand, while the audience cheered. They got to the seats and got pulled into a hug by Ellen, which helped reassure you a bit. they both sat down and the music started to fade, Harry’s hand tightly gripped by her.

“So, Harry, Y/N, It’s such a pleasure to have you on the show. I have been waiting for this for a long time. The fans really want to know more about your relationship, and I’m pretty nosy as well.” The crowd laughed and you cracked a smile.

“Thanks for having us on, we wouldn’t want our first interview anywhere else. “ Harry says to Ellen.

“I’m glad, because I wouldn’t want to have to bring up the painful memories of you spilling secrets to someone else during my speech at your wedding when you get married. Maid of honor duties and all that.” Ellen said as she winked at Y/N.

“So, the world would love to know how you two met. Was it a romantic eye locking during a concert, bumping into each other at a restaurant…?”

“Well, not exactly. We met at a Carnival. I saw her standing there and I thought she was one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen, so I started talking to her. I told her I was going to win her a stuffed animal from that strength test games, the one where you hit the hammer and you try to ring the bell? Well Instead of hitting the little platform, I was distracted by her and I slammed the hammer on my foot. Had to leave and get an x-ray as well, but I got her number and it kind of continued on then.” Harry spoke while looking at you, kind of as if he was reliving the moment in his head. Feeling a little confident as the crowd laughed at the story, she decided to add in.

“The foot swelled up really big, and he was trying to be “manly” and say it was nothing, but when we sat down I made him take his shoe off, the foot looked like double its normal size. His name is still Big Foot in my phone if I’m honest.” She said, laughing a bit. Harry’s face was a bit pink in embarrassment. 

“Well, thats a story. Entertaining. Don’t tell it at parties though.” Ellen said, making the crowd laugh yet again. “So, what are your favorite things about each other.”

“well, my favorite things about Y/N is her ability to make me feel better after a rough day. She’s the only one who has been able to make me forget about the rest of the world for a while. She also really understands me and can read me like a book. I can never hide anything from her and she calls me out for everything. I like that we can be silly together and spend days at home doing nothing but watching movies, talking and eating but then we can go out for a hike and go on adventures. She gives good back massages. And shes nice to look at as well.” Harry kind of rambled on, smiling at her.

“Well my favorite things about Harry, hmm. I would have to say my favorite thing is that he carries me from the car if I’m too tired to get up after a car ride. No, I’m kidding. I love listening to him talk about his day, and he gives great advice. He’s a good cuddler, so that’s a plus. He can cook some pretty good meals, and he also cleans the cat’s litter box so I don’t have to. But my absolute favorite thing about Harry is that he is always there for me, no matter the time or place. “ She says, the nervousness forgotten, feeling very comfortable now.

“Wow, you guys are actually goals, or whatever it is the kids say.” Ellen said with a chuckle. She blushes and lean into Harry a bit.
“How is it when Harry’s on the road, is it hard or have you figured that part out yet?”

“I think that when you really love someone, distance doesn’t matter. I never really worry about him cheating because I trust him completely. You need trust in a relationship. It does get hard sometimes when he’s not home and all I want is to relax and talk to him, and we do have our fights but in the end, we know that we’re in this for the long run and that we can get through anything.” She says, smiling at Harry, whose hand squeezes yours back in affection.

“You guys are super cute, I can hear all the fan’s hearts being broken and put back together. Speaking of, how do you deal with fans an paparazzi? Is it a daily problem?”

“No, not really. I mean it can get a bit annoying feeling people take pictures of you or having to hear rude comments from some people, but most of the fans have been lovely and I love them.If you give the paparazzi a shot, they usually go away if you’re kind to them. I love interacting with fans, and being friends with the. I used to be a fan myself, spending money on their tickets and things, and I know the feelings they have so I like to be able to give back to them. They’re so great and the ones who have been supportive of us are so kind and I appreciate them so much, we both do.“ She smiled at Ellen and then waved to the fans screaming your and Harry’s ship name in the crowd.

“That’s so great, you know you being a fan and all. In fact, we found some old tweets from a couple years ago from your fan account, why don’t we bring those up?” Ellen said with a smirk while her face paled.

“This one says, “I want Harry to choke me with his Alexander McQueen scarf.” Do things really get that wild in the bedroom?”

“Now look at this one, “My only wish in life is for Harry to dick me down.” Well, looks like you got your wish, didn’t you, Y/N?” Ellen said.

You turned to Harry and smiled at him with your cheeks still pink.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”