is she still with miles

when the storm hits, hold on tight to your silver lining

(set just before Phoenix’s disbarment is finalised but soon after he gains the shining light that is Trucy)

It is precisely 1:52pm, and James Potter has switched his desk fan on.
Lily Evans resents this for a number of reasons, the first of which being that she’s always cold in the office. Always. She still insists on wearing tiny little business dresses every day, because she and Mary spent far too much time (and money) excitedly picking them out when she got this job, but that takes nothing away from the fact that she gets cold. He knows she gets cold. And does he care? No.
At the very bottom of the list of reasons why Lily Evans resents James’ desk fan (and really, it’s insignificant compared to her deep freeze), is that every time it blows her way, she gets two nostrils full of aftershave, and she doesn’t like that at all.
“Oi, Evans,” he says, as if on cue.
She closes her eyes, still facing her monitor, breathes in strength and patience and fucking aftershave.
When she looks around, he’s grinning his lazy grin at her, leaning haphazardly against the back of his office chair, gangly limbs everywhere. “Did you want to borrow my jacket?”

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AA6 post DLC Headcanon

Phoenix: “Is Ms. Oldbag fine?”

Miles: “What?”

Phoenix: “She’s still going to your office, isn’t she?”

Miles: “Nnghooh… I-I don’t want to think about it.”

Phoenix: “Well, just tell her you are gay, so she’ll stop being around you.”

Miles: “What?! Why should I tell such a thing? Rather, I’ll try to explain her the truth: I am not interest in romance and marriage.”

Phoenix: “That’s definitely not going to work.”

Miles: “Uh? How can you be so sure?”

Phoenix: “You’ve already told me you’re not interested in romance and marriage, but I’m still around you.”

Miles: “W-what do you mean?”

Phoenix: “Ha ha ha, nothing. Just kidding. You’re my best friend, I’m not going to propose to you.”

Miles: “I do hope so. If you started to court me like Ms. Oldbag does, and my opinion about marriage didn’t work, I’d be forced to take your previous advice and tell you I’m gay.”

Phoenix: “…”

Miles: “…”

Phoenix: “…”

Miles: “………………… FORGET WHAT I SAID. NOW.”

My Mistakes Were Made For You
The Last Shadow Puppets
My Mistakes Were Made For You

My Mistakes Were Made For You - The Last Shadow Puppets - Alex Turner and Miles

“And we’re just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we’re smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.
And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn’t help but spit them out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind”

Strangers No More

“Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.”
… It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision - it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

For those who don’t know, a little history…

@caitcrumbcake was the second Tumblr blogger I ever made contact with. She was here for the SamCait ship (a Cait passenger for the most part) back in the very early days of innocent tomfoolery. She was funny, I thought, and wrote some fun fanfic. Most importantly, she was the one still awake and on Tumblr late at night when I couldn’t sleep. I needed a friend and I found one. There are times in life when what you need most is a stranger with a strange perspective and it was one of those times for me in life. We got along quite well. 

As things around here got more and more ridiculous, she stopped playing in the fandom. Also she relocated to Bum Fuck, other side of planet Earth. I’m not kidding. Literally. Other side of the planet. 16 hour time difference in the winter. It became quite a challenge to stay in touch. But stay in touch we did. We have made the effort. 

So yesterday….

I woke up and shared my coffee with crumbcake. In person. She was sitting in my ladies’ lounge and we chatted while her wee bairn played on the floor. We talked like we always do about everything and nothing. I made her oatmeal for breakfast. 

While I was waiting for my bath to run, I pulled up Tumblr to see what was on the agenda for the day. I saw the ridiculous post. I laughed. I rolled my eyes. I said hey to eternity and then went about my day. Crumbcake and I didn’t waste a second discussing that picture. I didn’t bring it up. I didn’t know if she’d seen it or not, but in my mind that is for Tumblr. 

What happens on Tumblr, stays on Tumblr. Usually. Sometimes though…..

What happens on Tumblr is that someone flies 8000 miles to attend a family wedding with three small children in tow and then drives 600 miles out of thier way just to spend 24 hours hanging out with you. 600 miles! That’s insane! I still can’t believe she did that. 

I see so many friendships on here amongst the bloggers and everyone says that’s why they stick around. What are you guys waiting for? Go meet your crumbcakes! 

Fic: Over My Dead Body

I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in. 

Prompt: You look like shit. 


“You look like shit.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.

She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.

Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.

How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.

“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.

A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.

“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.

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Forgive me

Written for @leiascully xf writing challenge: forgiveness

Set after “The Truth”

It rains the first night they’re on the road. The raindrops pelt angrily against the windshield and the wipers do their best to give Mulder a clear view of what’s ahead. Their scratchy movement contributes to the peculiar symphony they’re listening to; their silence, however, is the loudest participant.

Things they want to talk about, really should talk about now after all this time, they’re swallowed in kisses, in moans instead. Here in the car, though, the distance between them seems inexpugnable. Mulder considers taking her hand in his, the need to feel her soft skin against his is almost painful. But he doesn’t reach over. Despite their desperate love making last night, he is not sure where they stand. Their bodies remember each other flawlessly, as if never having been apart. The distant look in her eyes, emotions playing on her face he’s never seen before, they remind him that she lived through a hell he did not walk through himself. Just like his hell is his very own. They’re both burned, but their wounds no longer match.

And Mulder’s secret, he fears, will make it only worse. Cause newer, rawer pain.

His eyes wander over to her small body, slumped in her seat, her head leaning the window. She’s fast asleep, still trusting him enough to know he’ll get them there, wherever, safely.

“Forgive me, Scully,” he mumbles, “I am so sorry.”

The words come easy now knowing she can’t hear them.

*

“Where are we?” Scully wakes up with the sun, her voice as warm and gentle as the weather.

“We just passed Tucson.” Mulder adjusts his sunglasses, preparing himself for her next question.

“Where are we going, Mulder? Mexico?”

“No.” She waits for him to elaborate, tell her, and he just can’t find the words.

“I’m sorry, Scully. It’s just- let’s just drive, all right?”

She doesn’t answer; she leans her head against the window again, her eyes trained on the bleak landscape surrounding them.

“Don’t be sorry, Mulder. We’re in this together, remember?”

He nods. But she doesn’t know. She just doesn’t know.

*

They eat at a shabby road side diner, just like in old times. Mulder grins at her remembering mornings and afternoons spent together discussing cases. He misses it. Scully smiles at him softly, nodding to herself as if she, too, wishes they were still these people.

A few miles later Scully tells him to stop.

“You need sleep, Mulder.” She doesn’t offer to drive and he knows she’s right. They check in as Mr. and Mrs. Hale paying in cash with crumpled up bills. The room is clean enough, he figures. Silently he strips down to his boxers as Scully shuts the blinds.

She watches him get comfortable in bed.

“You’re not joining me?”

“You should sleep, Mulder. I’ll be fine.”

“You know, I can behave myself. Come to bed, Scully. I’ll be a gentleman.” She takes off her jacket, her blouse and finally her skirt. Mulder keeps his eyes on her face, determined. His cock betrays him, throbbing gently, tightening his shorts.

“But who says I can behave myself?” She whispers and Mulder lets go, lets her take the reign for the moment. When he comes, her walls clamping down on him, guilt surges through him, reminding him that he doesn’t deserve this. When she kisses him after with a smile on her face, he tastes bitterness.

Her eyes begin to flutter and her breath evens out.

“I love you,” Mulder whispers into the room where the air conditioner gently hums, almost like a lullaby, “I love you so much, Scully.”

There is no answer and he is glad.

“Forgive me, Scully. Forgive me.” And he, too, sleeps.

*

When Mulder changes the direction north, Scully shoots him a look but stays quiet.

What did they used to talk about on these drives? Mulder doesn’t remember. In his memory, they’re always talking, quarreling. Cases, theories, ideas but nothing he could pinpoint. It was a time before his death, his resurrection. Before there were new partners assigned to find him, to have her back. A time when there was no baby boy; no regrets on either side why he isn’t with them now.

“We could stop in Las Vegas, make it official.”

It’s supposed to be a joke, but Scully’s silence and her somber face tell him it was the wrong thing to say. He doesn’t apologize. Not for this.

As the scenery changes, the mood in the car remains the same.

“I really am sorry, Scully. For all of this.” When she doesn’t answer, he believes she’s asleep again. He doesn’t question her exhaustion, doesn’t ask why.

“Stop apologizing, Mulder. There’s nothing to be sorry for, nothing to forgive.”

“You heard me.”

“I did. It’s just- I sent you away, Mulder. To keep you safe and to… if there’s anyone who should be sorry it should be-“

“No, Scully. Don’t. Just… don’t.”

Silence takes over after this and Mulder feels it deep inside himself; the guilt manifesting itself inside, striking roots. You don’t know, Scully. You don’t know.

She’ll find out soon and then… and then.

*

They arrive with the sunrise. Orange flames lick at the sky as Mulder steers the car onto the graveled path.

“Where are we?” Scully’s voice is still thick with sleep. She runs her hands through her hair automatically.

“Mulder, where are we?” He stops the car, the house still small there in the distance. Mulder turns to Scully, who stares intently at him. There have been moments like this before in their long partnership; Mulder running off, leaving her with merely a sliver of the truth. Once she did it to him, too. This, he knows, is a different betrayal. One she might not forgive him.

“We’re in Wyoming.” There’s no reaction on her face. She has no idea.

“Scully, I couldn’t, I-…” Mulder trails off; he can’t do this. He starts the car again, Scully’s blue eyes burning into him, never once looking anywhere but his face. It takes maybe another 20 seconds, 30 tops, before the house comes into focus. Scully’s eyes leave him someone walked out the door. Mulder slows down the car and it finally stops in clear sight.

“Mulder…” He doesn’t recognize the emotion in Scully’s voice. He listens to the click of her seat belt, the soft close of the car door as she steps out. The woman on the porch holds her baby tightly, fastening her grip involuntarily.

Mulder takes a deep breath. He couldn’t have told her. He doesn’t have the words for it. Opening the car door, soft air hits him, reminds him of a place somewhere, of something he can’t put his fingers on. The baby kicks gently, like happy children do when they’re excited, and Mulder looks at his son for the first time in over a year.

“Mulder, why…” Scully’s voice breaks.

“Forgive me, Scully.” He pleads.

He needs her to forgive him because he can’t let go, can’t forgive himself and partly her, for giving up. For giving up their son.

“We’re taking our son home.” He says, determination in his voice. 

welcome home, soldier | tommy shelby

request: [reader] and Tommy met during the war through letters(she was his rock during the hardest times and he confided on her everything ,even the family job ). after the war is over ,Tommy is set on meeting her face to face, her brother died on the field and she’s struggling ,so they finally set a date and it’s all kinds of romantic.

“Here, Tommy”

He looked up, cig hanging from his mouth, half frozen hands stilling where they lay on his gun. He was bored to death and cleaning it for the third time today, sat in an alcove buried into the side of the trench.

“What is it, Frank?”

“Letter for you”

He scowled, holding his hand out for the paper.

“Already had mine today”

“It off my sister”

“What?”

Frank laughed, dropping into his own burrow opposite and scanning his own letter.

“She wanted to say thank you ‘to that Tommy guy’ for, and I quote ‘saving my absolute idiot of a brother from his own stupidity’. So…I think she misses me”

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Ok guys strap yourselves in because I’m about to take you on the wild ride of the night of May 10, 2017. So I went through a lot mentally to get these tickets but I got them. Then the night before something happened with my friend and I’s ride. I cried my eyes out that night thinking we weren’t gonna be able to go but then we found a new ride so my hope was back. I really wanted to get to the barricade. I’ve been having a pretty shitty year and this was the only thing keeping me happy. So the next morning, our ride was two hours late. I’m sitting there thinking we’re gonna be at the back of the queue but when we got there we had pretty decent spots. We made some friends and had a good time. Then there was the problem of people cutting which pissed me off. It was getting ridiculously out of hand. I decided to abandon all concert etiquette and bulldoze my way to the front because my god I deserved it. By the time we got there I was stuck behind 3 tall girls. For those of you who don’t know, I’m 5'0. Yeah I was pissed and the barricade was right there. Concert started and I had the time of my life. However the girls around me were sort of bitches and I thought a fight was gonna go down. Eventually my friend (god bless her) managed to shove me to the front and I was right by the barricade. I swear van and I made eye contact for a split second before he closed his eyes. It happened. Singing along with my favorite band at the top of my lungs was such an amazing experience and I’ve been lucky enough to experience it twice. Their stage presence is the best I’ve ever seen and out of all the concerts I’ve been to, I enjoy theirs the most. It’s weird because I feel so at home and a sense a of belonging at their concerts. I could go on and on about the show but I’m just gonna say it was absolutely amazing. Now our oh so precious ride got into some trouble and my friends mom had to come get us. She’s pretty strict so I was concerned we weren’t going to get to meet the band because she would want to leave. Thankfully at the end, she was still 70 miles away. My friend and I waited by the gates, through hunger, cold weather, and rain. I see people standing up and of course we follow them. Now we’re standing around like dumbasses just talking until my friend says “oh my god bob and bondy are standing right there.” They were talking to the crowd about something (we were in the back). We could not believe our eyes. I got around to bob and my god he’s an actual angel. He’s so sweet. He turned towards me and I asked him for two things. I asked if he could take our selfie because I was shaking too much and then if he could sign my shirt. I’m still shaking while writing this. He was so gentle and sweet and took the picture. I expected him to move on because there were so many girls but he asked me about my shirt and signed it. God his arms were around my waist for so long fucjfigja I’m dead. I love him so much like you don’t understand. I love him I love him I love him I love him. My friend also loves bob a lot but she was like cowering behind me. I asked him if he could take a picture with my friend and she was like “no no no no”. I had to ask him again and he said “of course!” He was so gentle and sweet and took his time with us even though there was this crowd of people. I felt so calm around him. I told him he was great today and he said “thank you so much. Hope you enjoyed the show.” Then we went around to bondy and I was waiting for a while. He knew I was there and kept looking at me but the other girls kept going up to him. I’m so passive omg lol. Anyways he turned towards me and I told him how they’ve helped me out in so many weird ways. And he was like “oh well I’m glad we did something” and kind of laughed and said he’s glad. Then we got a picture and god his hand was on me for so long. I didn’t have a sharpie on me (I asked a girl for bobs but she left). Bondy was like now we just need to find a pen and I was like um I don’t have one but I mean that’s okay if no one has one. I mean I was fine. I was dumb and didn’t bring one but No he turned around and started asking for a sharpie and oh my god I think I died a little on the inside. This girl handed me one and he signed my shirt. I shook his hand said thanks and I hope they have a good rest of the tour. I was a mess. He looked at me right in the eyes and said thank you. He’s so intense and smooth and cool ahhh. After that he had to leave but bob stayed for so long. Eventually everyone started calling him but he took his time and still took pictures with people. I have a video of me yelling “bob you’re an angel!” and he looked so confused. It was hilarious. So yeah that fucking happened.

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Degrassi Social Media AU (14/?) + Jonah and Frankie’s Instagrams

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Happy @ineedthesons (This one is slightly longer)

103) She’s my daughter, I can read her diary

132) I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

Happy’s POV

My daughter and old lady are the best things that ever happened in my life. 20 years with my old lady and our baby, Lucy, just turned 19. I loved being a dad and my baby and I had a great relationship until recently. She was at college not far from the house so she still lived at home but lately she seemed to be a million miles away.

In the past few months she had started coming home late during the weeks and on the weekends she was hardly home at all. Every time I tried to hang out with her she got this guilty look on her face and made up an excuse. She also was extra protective over her diary since her weird behavior started happening. I mean ever since she got her first one when she was 12 she had been protective over her private thoughts but lately she was extra protective over it. We had always had an open relationship though so I never felt the need to check her diary before now.

I talked to my old lady about it and she said that she was probably just dating someone new and didn’t want us to meet them yet because I “scare people off.” I am not as sure, she would of told us if she was seeing someone one, unless she knew I was going to be angry about it. Which means it was someone really bad which I definitely need to know about. At least that was my line of reasoning for what I was doing now. I had her diary in my hands and was playing with the spine. She must of dropped it out of her bag before leaving for school because I found it on the floor next to the couch.

I had been debating on opening and reading it for the past half an hour. I mean what if she’s doing drugs? What if she’s hurting herself? What if someone is hurting her? With that thought I opened the diary. I flipped to a couple months ago when the weird behavior started happening.

Dear Diary,

I’m not a 100 percent sure how it happened but I know that I don’t regret it. I don’t regret any of it, not the way it felt, not the way he made me feel, none of it. He says that it can’t happen again and I know he’s right but fuck I want it to. I want to feel his hands on me again, I want to feel him inside me again. I know he feels guilty and I do too slightly but dad won’t find out.

The door opened and I jumped and closed the diary. I leaned on the counter so my arms were covering it. My old lady rounded the corner and smiled at me.

“Hey baby,” She came over and kissed me. She looked at me and frowned. “What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did something?” I asked defensively.

“Your eyebrow twitches when you feel guilty.” She told me. I cursed her for knowing me so well no one else would of picked up on that. I slowly stood up and nodded to the counter. Her eyes widen and she gasped as she saw the diary. She smacked me hard in the arm.

“Hey!” I said.

“What the hell are you doing reading that!?” She asked with an angry look in her eyes.

She’s my daughter, I can read her diary!” I told her.

“No you can’t! It’s an invasion of privacy!” She yelled at me.

“She fucked someone!” I blurted out. Her eyes widen again.

“Do you… do you know who?” She asked. I shook my head.

“Did you know?” I asked. Those two shared everything.

“No, as far as I knew she was still a virgin.” She said sadly.

“This guy took her virginity!?” I asked angrily.

“She’s fucking 19, Hap. Be happy she’s not 14.” She told me. I grumbled and grabbed the diary again. I flipped to the next page. “Fuck Hap, you are on your own for this.” My old lady shook her head and walked away.

Dear Diary,

He couldn’t keep his eyes away off me. They followed wherever I went and I couldn’t help tease him. If he wasn’t going to do anything but look then he was going to suffer. I understand why he doesn’t want to do it again, I know he thinks he betrayed my dad but I can also see the way he looks at me. The hunger in them, I feel the same way.

My eyebrows furrowed. Betrayed me? Was it a Son that was fucking her? One of my brothers? A mechanic at TM? My hands shook at the idea of it. I turned to the next page.

Dear Diary,

I wore a short skirt and no panties today. When he realized that all of his willpower went out the window. He nearly took me on the fucking bar. This time after we were done, he refused to let me leave and pulled me close to cuddle me. I never expected him to be sweet with me, I thought it was just sex. Eventually I settled in his arms and he kissed me softly. I don’t know what this means but I won’t overanalyze it for now.

I sighed angrily and moved a month ahead in the diary.

Dear Diary,

God he treats me like a princess. I never expected this, it was just supposed to be a one night stand. Well after that I needed more and so did he. He asked me to be his girl a couple days ago. I told him that I’d need to think but I know now I’m going to say yes, especially after last night. He made me dinner and afterwards he pulled me close and we slow danced. After the song ended he made love to me. It was soft and sweet. I think I’m falling for him…

I rubbed a hand over my head and bit my lower lip as I moved to the next page.

Dear Diary,

I told him that I’d be his girl. He was so fucking happy that he kissed me out in the open. We just about got caught by Bobby when he did. When we were alone again, he said he wanted to let people know. He wanted us to actually be together instead of this sneaking around shit. I honestly wanted that too but dad would kill him. I didn’t want him to get hurt because of me. Dad wouldn’t understand though.

I clenched and unclenched my fists. Fuck! Can she just write his fucking name! I flipped to the next month to one of the most recent pages.

Dear Diary,

He brought up telling my dad again. We both feel so guilty about it but I know it’s safer if dad doesn’t find out. I love dad but I love him too. Maybe I should end it. If we’re only ever can be a secret is it worth it. Fuck I don’t know anymore. Everything is confusing.

It was my fault that she was hiding all this. But I don’t blame her for hiding it. I’m itching to kill whoever this is. I turned to the next page which was the newest one.

Dear Diary,

I’m going to end it today. I can’t put the pressure on him to keep us a secret. Every since I made this decision, my stomach has been twisted and in pain. I feel sick and I want to cry. I cried myself to sleep last night. We’ve only been together for a month but we’ve been friends for so much longer. He’s always been there and I can’t stand the thought of him not wanting anything to do with me anymore. I love Tig…

The diary dropped out of my hands. Tig.. Tig… Tig!? Fucking God! I walked out the door, slamming it behind me. I jumped on my bike and raced to the clubhouse. I parked and walked inside.

“Tig!?” I yelled as I went into the clubhouse. I looked around and everyone was staring at me like I had lost my mind. “Where is he!?”

“His dorm.” Bobby said. I stomped back there and knocked hard on the door.

“Coming!” Tig yelled. As soon as the door was opened big enough I grabbed him by his shirt and threw him into the wall. I heard the other guys start running down the hall at the crash but I didn’t care. I was so pissed at him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground slightly before I start punching his face over and over. I knew the guys had stopped at the doorway and were watching what was happening but none of them made a move to stop it. Probably because they knew I’d turn on them if they did.

“Dad! Dad! Fuck someone stop him please!” I heard Lucy yell. She pleaded with the guys for another minute before I felt arms start to drag me away from Tig. It took Opie, Chibs, Jax, and Clay to rip me away from Tig. Tig spit some blood out of his mouth and sighed.

“I’m sorry brother.” He said. He knew why I did it and before I could tear out of my brother’s arms, Lucy jumped in front of me.

“Dad, please. It’s not his fault.” She said.

“It’s not, really?” I growled.

“It’s mine, he wanted to stop after the first time and he wanted to tell you when it did continue. I’m the one that wouldn’t let him.”  She told me.

“He still should of! You both should of!” I yelled.

“I know but with the way you are acting now can you blame us!” She yelled back. That shut me up. She did have a point. I stopped fighting the guys hold on me and shrugged them off.

“Do you love her?” I asked Tig who was getting off the ground. He nodded slightly and he grimaced in pain which gave me a sense of satisfaction.

“Yeah I love her a lot, brother.” He told me.

“You hurt her and brother or not, I’ll kill you.” I told him.

“You’ll have to get in line behind me dad.” Lucy said with a smile as she came over and hugged me.

“I don’t like this or understand it but I guess if he’s what you want.” I said with a shrug.  

I have my reasons.You wouldn’t get it.” Lucy said with a giggle and kissed my cheek before going over and checking on Tig. I looked at the rest of the guys who all had similar looks of what the fuck is happening on their faces. I chuckled and walked out of the dorm. Now I had to go face my old lady who was definitely going to yell at me for the trouble I’ve caused today.


~ @dolphingoddess81 and @juiceboxxortiz Thanks for the help guys!~

theredandwhitequeen  asked:

For the fic line ideas Victoria and Aaron Did you ever tell him we slept together?

Did you ever tell him we slept together?

Robert’s leant up against the bar, one long leg crossed over the other, pint in hand, pulling a horrified face at whatever Charity’s saying. He’s wearing worn in jeans, sagging at the arse, the ones Aaron likes the feel of and his shirt’s coming untucked at the back.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Vic says, sitting down on the other side of the table.

Aaron has to blink a couple of times to focus on her. It’s embarrassing, so it’s not a surprise when his “You what?” comes out a bit gruff.

Vic laughs. “You, staring at my moron of a brother. Did he tell you what he said to Adam?”

“He mentioned something.” In actual fact he’d told Aaron the whole story, about how he’d collared Adam outside the cafe and read him the riot act about staying out all night with a new baby in the house. Aaron’s pretty sure Robert had over sold how apologetic Adam had been.

“Well tell him I don’t need him to fight my battles for me,” she sounds a bit like she’s fed up of fighting altogether. Aaron only knows Adam’s side obviously but it’s clear things aren’t right. Still doesn’t mean he wants to get involved

“Tell him yourself.”

Vic huffs again, glaring over her shoulder. “He always thinks he knows what’s best.”

Aaron nods. “He’s usually right though,” he points out because he loves Vic, but he’s not going to sit here and slag his husband off just to make her feel better about Adam being a twat. He picks his pint up again, hoping that’s the end of it.

Of course it isn’t, it’s Vic.

“Hey,” Vic says suddenly, leaning across the table. “Did you ever tell him we slept together?”

Aaron chokes on a swig of beer. “What? Why are you bringing that up?”

“Just something Adam said. I take it that’s a no then.”

“It’s not exactly the sort of thing that’s ever come up,” Aaron says, shakes his head. “No, he definitely knows, it’s not exactly a secret is it?”

She looks like she’s mulling that over, pushes at something sticky on the table with her nail. “Bit weird though isn’t it?”

Aaron shrugs. “Not really. Not when I know where he’s been.” He doesn’t get where she’s going with this, but she doesn’t say anything else. He’s baffled.

They both watch Robert again, he’s making a start on another pint now, a full one by his elbow that Aaron knows is his if he wants it.

He’d definitely rather go and drink that, press his arm up against Robert’s, get that liquid gaze turned on him, the one three pints and a warm room always pulls to the surface.

“You alright if I?” he gestures to Robert.

Vic still looks a million miles away, but she waves him off.

“I’ll have a word,” he offers, feeling bad as he gets up, “Tell him to steer clear of Adam.”

She nods, and her smile’s not reaching her eyes but Aaron’s caught in the middle of this enough as it, he doesn’t need to-

Except, Vic’s family, and he’s not an arsehole. As much as he’d like to be sometimes.

He sits back down.

Of My Dreams: A Morain Fic (1/2)

Rating: T (Will go up in Part II) 

Thanks to my dearest, @highfaelucien for betaing!

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“This one or this one?” Mor asks, still in her robe, holding up a dress in each hand. She’s pulled her hair over one shoulder, gleaming gold in the light of the late afternoon sun streaming through the window. It’s just them tonight, since Cassian and Nesta are… busy. Elain has to bite back a smile every time she thinks about her sister and Cassian and their new bond. As soon as Mor had returned that morning, smirking and practically squealing to tell her, Elain had made her pay up, for the bet between them.

But now, since they have the day—and the night—to themselves, they’re going to celebrate their last night in Velaris with a dinner out on the town. Mor insists.

Elain contemplates the dresses and points to the pale dusty pink one, all loosely gathered silk that seems to float to the floor, a low V neck she’s sure will show off exactly what Mor has. As everything seems to do. “That one.”

Mor smiles, amused. “I knew you were going to choose this.”

Elain can’t resist the faint blush that rises to her cheeks, a common occurrence where Mor is concerned. “Am I that predictable?”

Mor’s laugh is bright, like a midday bell, and before Elain can process, she’s leaned forward and kissed Elain’s cheek. Elain catches the heavy floral scent of her perfume, musky now that it’s faded since that morning.  “Familiar, more like.”

Elain lets out a little woosh of breath that has her shifting, ducking her head to smile. Mor has done more to make her smile in the past week than anyone else has managed in her months in the Night Court.

She doesn’t realize that Mor is going to change right there in front of her until she has set both dresses on the bed, undoes the knot on her robe.

“Oh,” Elain squeaks, half in surprise, half in concerned embarrassment, when Mor lets the silk robe drop to the floor and Elain catches a few scraps of discreetly placed cream colored lace before she clasps her hand up to cover her eyes. Is she supposed to look away? Supposed to—

This time, Mor’s laugh is amused and Elain can hear the smile in her voice. “You can look, Elain, I don’t mind.”

Elain swallows, lets her hand drop, and stares into the thick carpet under their feet for a good three seconds before her curiosity gets the better of her and her eyes flick up. Mor is turned around, pushing her hair over her shoulder so it swings down her back, leaning over to find the opening of the skirt to slide it down over her head.

Since she’s turned away, Elain lets her eyes linger even though maybe she shouldn’t… on the dip of Mor’s waist and the wide flare of her hips where her skin softens. She’s wearing a more structured top, something for support, Elain assumes, and there’s a band of lace that curves around her hips, high and fitted enough that they don’t leave much to the imagination, giving way to dramatic curves and soft thighs.

Elain wonders for a brief moment, breath catching when Mor turns slightly, finally getting the dress over her head, what her skin would feel like. What it might taste like.

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Essays in Existentialism: Labs III

Do more Labs please plese especially one with they first time together, i love nerd and shy lexa

Previously on Labs

The tiny office in the back of the science building was eerily empty, to a degree of which made it almost unrecognizable. Gone were the binders and folders, stretched and stuffed to their limits. No longer did the desk hide under maps and figures, nor did an assortment of snacks collect on the table. It was as empty as the day she moved in two years ago, and it was a bittersweet kind of loss. 

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Don’t Forget

As soon as you slam the door to the bedroom in his face, Chris stalks to his office, slamming that wooden door behind him. He’s pissed, probably more than you are. There were some rumors circulating about him and a costar. Rumors involving alcohol, getaways, and hotel rooms, and, really, you would’ve dismissed them any other time. But, this time, you had a “feeling.”

And Chris is so incredibly angry that you think he could be unfaithful to you in that way. He frequently told you in that argument that there was nothing going on between him and that girl. But, you both had to admit, you both were rather distant from each other lately. You had been dating for a couple of years, officially out of that “honeymoon” stage ages ago. You were in that “normal” stage now, the “adult” stage, and both of you were wondering if that spark was still there.

Chris is really wondering that when he sits behind his desk. Sighing to himself, he pulls open the bottom of his filing cabinet. Pushing files to the front, he reaches in the back for the battle of bourbon he’s hidden in here for occasions such as this.

However, his fingers only meet paper. Pulling it out, he discovers that it’s an envelope. One single name and title is printed across the front in big, red letters. It’s his hand writing, and it says:

Christopher Robert Evans, household idiot.

A huff of air blows out of his mouth. He tears open the envelope, and unfolds the pages to see that it’s a letter. The handwriting is still his own. Flipping to the front page, he begins to read.

Future Chris,

If you’re reading this, it means that you just had your first real fight with (Y/N). Congratulations! You were an idiot for 1) getting into a fight with her and 2) forgetting that we threw out the booze hid in here months ago. Since you don’t have anything better to do now that you’ve pushed away the love of your life, keep on reading this letter.

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Two Words

(AO3)

Two words.

Kimberly Hart.

Trini will do anything for Kimberly Hart. Absolutely anything. No questions asked.  

Stay up late, binge-watching Gilmore Girls just because it’s Kimberly’s all time favorite show? Okay.

Agree to be Kimberly’s running buddy just because it happens to be the girl’s favorite pastime… Of course.

And why?

Simple. Trini can’t seem to say no to that, mischievous, heart-warming smile. It’s like freaking kryptonite.

And god how that smile makes her want to–

“Earth to Trini.”

“Huh?” Trini immediately snaps out of her thoughts. She looks up to find Kimberly lingering in her bedroom doorway, clippers in hand and her signature smile on her face. Trini knows this is going to lead to nothing but a whole bunch of trouble, but still she can’t seem to budge. She’s completely and utterly helpless when it comes to that girl.

“I asked if you’re ready?”

Trini swallows thickly as her mind scrambles to remember how to form words. Such a loaded question.

Trini gives a half-committal shrug, trying her best to keep up her “I don’t give a shit” facade. But it’s of little use. Her nerves are steadily creeping in. Growing stronger with each and every passing second.

“Guess so. Just don’t fuck it up. Okay, Princess?”

Kimberly doesn’t respond. She simply makes her way into the bedroom, grabbing ahold of the desk chair in the process, and sets it down only a feet away from Trini.

“Never.” Kimberly playfully pats the seat of the chair. “Besides. My hair turned out great.”

Trini couldn’t agree more. God, she loves Kimberly’s short, messy locks.

No. Scratch that.

Trini’s down right obsessed with them. Ever since that day, three months ago, when Kimberly suddenly showed up to detention sans six inches of hair and a brand new attitude. The thought of how it would feel to run her hands through those raven locks constantly plagues her mind.

And usually, it happens at the most inconvenient moments known to man. Like in the middle of Bio class… Or when they’re hanging out with the boys after school… Or on their morning coffee runs to Krispy Kreme… Or after their more intense training sessions. The ones where Kimberly winds up glistening with sweat and a few stray locks fall–

“Having doubts?”

Trini snaps back to reality once again. Another loaded question.

“I should’ve never shown you those photos,” Trini grumbles under her breath as she takes a seat in the chair. She nervously runs her hands through her hair and then starts to drums her fingers against her knees.

“You’re gonna need to hold still, Tiger.”

“I am,” Trini huffs. She knows she isn’t sitting still. Her knees are bouncing a mile a minute. But there’s simply no controlling it. Trini’s nervous.

Not that she would EVER say it out loud… But then again she doesn’t have to. Trini’s body is doing all of the talking for her.

“Hey. We can totally scrap this, if you want. I just saw those photos and thought you looked really ho–” Kimberly trails off but it’s too late.

A cocky smile crawls across Trini’s face at this revelation. “I always look hot.”

Kimberly can’t help but match Trini’s smile. She reaches up and delicately wraps her finger around a stray lock of Trini’s hair, giving it a playful pull.  “Well then, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Do you?”

Trini slightly shudders, trying desperately to hold on to her last remaining ounce of cool.  “Never said I was worried.”

“Sure.” Kimberly takes her place behind Trini and begins to card her fingers through Trini’s chocolate locks.

At the first touch of Kimberly’s hands, Trini’s mind goes completely blank. All she can focus in on is one singular thought…

Kimberly Hart has freaking magic fingers.

Magic fingers that somehow can manage to activate every, single solitary pleasure point on Trini’s body.

God, If Kimberly’s finger feel this good massaging Trini’s scalp, then imagine how good they would feel–  

POP.  The sound of the clippers pulls Trini out of her thoughts for a third time. She swallows down her nerves and attempts to take a deep, sobering breath.

“Do you trust me?”

More than Trini will ever want to admit…

“Uh-huh,” Trini manages to squeak out. There’s no more facade or attempting to play it cool. Trini is

“Good.”

With that, Kimberly ever so gently guides Trini’s head downwards and starts to get to work.

Trini is trying to breathe, but it’s a lost cause. She’s sitting in the middle of her bedroom… On a Wednesday afternoon… Letting Kimberly freakin’ Hart give her an undercut. Why?  

Because she can’t say no.  

CLICK. Trini lets out her breath, unaware up until this moment that she’s been holding it in.

“All done.” Kimberly whispers reassuringly in Trini’s ear. “See. It wasn’t that bad.”

Kimberly pulls Trini’s hair up into a ponytail and then rubs her hand up over the newly shorn stubble on Trini’s nape.  “Way better than the photos.”

An electric shock instantly runs down the course of Trini’s body and ignites something deep within her core. She can barely manage to see straight, let alone form any coherent words.

All Trini can think about is Kimberly Hart’s hands running up and down the back of her neck… again… And again.. And again…  

“C’mon. Let’s go get a broom and get this cleaned up. We’re going to be late for training.” Kimberly plants a light kiss on Trini’s cheek, before heading out of the bedroom.

Trini leans back in the desk chair and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fuuuuck.”

Yup. Trini will do anything for Kimberly Hart… Absolutely anything.

The thing I love most about Taylor is that I’m rewatching Journey to Fearless and Tay says something like I’ll always want to go the extra mile for my fans because they’ve gone the extra miles for me. And she hasn’t changed! She’s still if not more incredible generous and supportive of her fans. She hasn’t let stardom change her and she’s still an amazing and powerful role model! Love you and miss you @taylorswift