laughing in the face of danger

Hoping For Dandelions (Pt 7)

It was Betty’s gasp that startled him more than the power going out. Immediately he fumbled for his old cellphone, lighting up the small space between them – looking at her face; her big, worried blue eyes. But it was just them. No danger, only the sudden dark, like spilled ink blotting out all the details of the rooms around them.

“You alright?” Jughead asked her.

“Yeah,” she laughed a little, hand over her heart. “Just freaked me out for a second. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Jughead got up, going to the window and looking out over the dark row of houses. The rain continued to fall in sheets around them, pelting cars and trees, making the empty street sing. He turned back around to find that Betty had taken her phone into the kitchen and was rummaging around in the cupboards.

“Well, the whole street is out,” he told her, leaning against the door frame.

“Good to know it’s not just us,” Betty responded.

She pulled out five or six candles and lit them with a long lighter – one most likely used in their family barbecues when the grill was being stubborn. Jughead wondered what that looked like; the Coopers, milling around in their spacious backyard, making turkey burgers, or something. The blondness of the image was almost blinding.

Betty seemed to glow in the candlelight like an angel atop a Christmas tree; luminous and pure. Beautiful. Jughead cleared his throat and moved to the other side of the counter so he was standing in front of her. She smiled at him.

“You guys have a lot of candles,” he said, feeling stupid as soon as the words had left his mouth.

“We lose power a lot. My dad always says he’s fixing it, but I think he just liked to hang out in the basement by himself. Which is less creepy than it sounds, because the basement is basically a rec-room.”

“Good clarification.”

“Figured it was needed,” she responded dryly. “I’m going to leave one of the candles in the kitchen. Can you grab the other?”

She picked up three in a graceful, practiced movement that showed their house did, indeed, lose power frequently enough. Jughead grabbed the last one and followed her. Betty left one on the dining room table and moved quickly into the living room, placing another on the coffee table.

Jughead followed suit and set his down next to hers. He sat on the couch, watching her go into the downstairs bathroom and deposit her remaining candle inside it. She came out and plopped down beside him. The motion  sent the subtle scent of vanilla wafting in the air, and he looked down at his hands, trying not to think about it.

“Jeez, Juggie. I’m sorry about this. You don’t have to stay, you know.”

“You were freaked out by the storm to begin with, so you think I’d leave you while it’s still storming and there’s no power? Yeah, right,” Jughead snorted. “Besides, it’s been a good night. Why cut it short?”

“Okay, good,” Betty smiled. “So… what now?”

Jughead could think of a few things. Her mouth on his. His hands in her hair. Maybe, then, his lips on her neck and her taste on his tongue. Her soft breath, like a warm August breeze, heavy with lilac and want. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.

“How are things with Veronica?” he asked.

“Great. No more drama. It was dumb to begin with.”

“Are she and Archie…?” he trailed off, unsure whether or not it was smart to be talking about this.

“Last she and I talked about it, there’s nothing going on. If there were though, I’d be okay with it. I just want everyone to be happy.”

Jughead turned his head to look at her, trying to assess whether or not she was being genuine. She looked back at him easily, lips upturned softly at their corners.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Betty asked him, tilting her head to the side.

“Are you happy?” he questioned.

“Mostly,” she said in a small voice, pulling the sleeves of her shirt down around her knuckles. “And when I’m not, it’s not because of any of that.”

Jughead wanted to ask what made her sad, but he had a feeling he already knew. After all, her sister’s face still lingered in the picture frames around them – and here Betty was, all alone. He knew the kind of hole a fractured family could leave inside a person.

“It’ll get better,” he said quietly. “You know that, right?”

“Of course,” Betty said, smiling bravely. “Did you have other plans for tonight?”

“No,” Jughead responded, accepting the change in topic. “I was just going to be writing.”

Betty hummed, pulling her legs up under herself to get more comfortable. She looked so different in her house – in a moment he would usually not be afforded. Softer, somehow, and more real. His hands ached to touch her, but he cracked his knuckles instead, laughing when she winced.

“Bad habit,” he said.

“I’ve got some of those,” she laughed.

“No way! Not you. I don’t buy it,” Jughead joked.

“It’s true.”

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it, Cooper,” he conceded. “What about you? No plans tonight?”

“I passed out right when I got home, which I’m sure doesn’t come as a surprise,” she laughed. “I thought my parents were going to be home, but when I woke up, all they left was a note and a casserole.”

“Good move with the pizza then,” he commented.

Suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door that broke them apart. Betty’s brow furrowed and she shrugged her shoulders, looking at Jughead. He held up a finger to his lips and gestured for her to sit back down on the couch. Once he silently made it to the door, he looked through the peephole and inwardly groaned. Opening the door, he let the other boy in.

“Hey, Archie,” he said, forcing a smile to his face.

“Oh, uh – hey, Jughead,” Archie said, running a hand through is red hair and flicking the water off it. “What are you doing here?”

“I invited him over,” Betty said, coming in out of the living room.

“Okay,” Archie said, spotting their papers spread out on the dining room table. “Oh, you were doing news paper stuff. That makes sense.”

“Not officially,” Betty said, standing next to Jughead. “We were just hanging out, really. But Juggie found some new articles, so we busted everything out and then boom, the power goes off!”

Jughead’s chest felt warm at her correction – especially since it was not done in a spiteful way, or to make Archie jealous. He knew she wanted Jughead to feel welcome in her life, just as much as Archie. He smiled.

“Yeah, it’s off for a few blocks. I just wanted to make sure you had candles and everything,” Archie said.

“We’re all set, Archie,” Betty smiled. “Thank you for coming to check on me though. I appreciate it.”

“Right, uh, well, I guess I’ll get going. It’s getting late and I promised my dad I’d help him out tomorrow.”

“See ya, man,” Jughead said.

“Bye, Archie,” Betty called as he walked out. “Thanks again!”

The pair went back to sit on the couch. Jughead wondered what Archie must have made of the scene he walked in on. Jughead, in Betty Cooper’s candlelit house, just hanging out. The whole night had been surreal.

“He’s right you know,” Jughead said.

“Archie?”

“Yeah, Betty. It’s getting late.”

“It’s only nine,” she argued. “Unless you have to get up early, too.”

“I don’t,” Jughead said.

“Then why don’t you just stay?” Betty asked shyly. “I mean, it’s still pouring out. If your dad wouldn’t care, why not just wait it out and go in the morning?”

Jughead’s mouth had gone dry. Stay here. Stay the night with Betty. He had no misconceptions about what she was asking, but it still made his head swim. She wanted him to stay. And God knows, he didn’t want to leave.

“He wouldn’t care,” Jughead managed to say. “He’ll just assume I stayed at Archie’s.”

Lying to her didn’t feel great, but he didn’t have another option. She nodded as though that was taken care of and curled back up on the couch, bringing the throw blanket down between the two of them.

“I’m glad you came over,” Betty said. “Not just because of the storm. I hated that everything got all tangled between the three of us.”

Her voice was low. The kind of voice you used for telling secrets. Jughead let himself sink back into the cushions of the couch, his knuckles bumping her knee and resting there, between the couch and the fabric of her dark blue jeans.

“Me too,” he admitted. “And I’m glad…”

“About what?” she prodded, when Jughead hesitated.

“That we’re kind of, I don’t know, doing stuff on our own. It was always the three of us. Never really just you and me, without Archie. I feel like I missed out on getting to know you as well as I could’ve back then.”

“I know!” Betty agreed. “I don’t know what we were waiting for, huh?”

“Me neither…”

Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes. 

Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself. 

Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone that one who loves poetry (these are the most dangerous) or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn’t able to live without music. 

Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feels a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body. 

Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid and irrelevant. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that. Because when you fall in love with a woman like that, whether she stays with you or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that, you never come back. 

—  Martha Riveria Garrido
Male and female signs I know

Aries Male: Very awkward at first, super easy to approach. Laughs super loud and is actually v shy. Super playful and loving, caring for those close to him. Not one for anger unless provoked

Aries Female: Loves to argue with people but never means to hurt their feelings, passionate about who and what they love, actually super lazy but athletic. Creative as fuck and very cuddly

Taurus Male: Quite at first then super funny and loud, pretty random and like never cried. Really handsome and very fashionable, a born smooth talker and kinda insensitive

Taurus Female: Worried about something literally all the time, very sweet and scared of being a burden, likes to have fun and party, super chill and loves babies

Gemini Male: laughs a lot, super awkward but actually not awkward at all, open about certain things but also extremely closed off about others, loves videos games and fun people

Gemini Female: everyone thinks you’re a Bitch at first, super funny and actually really smart, random facts all the time about anything (usually never on topic), likes clean and kinda crowded spaces, loves people but hates them all

Cancer Male: really weird sense of humour, happy being alone, loves family a lot, refuses to let go of past relationships, super shy at first, hard working, actually a sensitive nerd

Cancer Female: actually super indecisive, never fucking tells you if they’re upset, loves random adventures as long as they have people they love with them, Netflix binges are a normal things

Leo Male: cocky as fuck but super insecure, loves attention, somehow always has money for food, laughs at his own jokes more than he laughs at other peoples, “what should I do with my hair?”

Leo Female: aggressive, likes to tease people (in a loving way), loves but hates being teased back, cries whenever they feel they’re not good enough, exaggerated storied, really funny

Virgo Male: unique style, cries when they get pissed off at someone they love, constantly stressed out, simple things make them laugh really hard, not very good at telling jokes, loves people way too much

Virgo Female: bad ass TBH, easily attached, cute style, lots of stories to tell, being around them is comforting, seems to have their life together basically all the time, lowkey freak

Libra Male: knows so many people but considered like 10 of them their friends, easily excited, good advice, good at making decisions for everyone but themselves, introvert who loves people

Libra Female: makes lots of weird noises, always has a story to tell, actually really stressed out, laughs a lot, constant confusion, “what should I do/get/pick/say/eat/buy/etc.?”

Scorpio Male: a dick in a funny way, quite at first, not afraid to tell you if you’re annoying, loves to tease, shares pics about sex on fb

Scorpio Female: will fight you, not afraid to talk to strangers, loves being home and doing nothing, hood playlists, dreams about relationships, their stories are important

Sagittarius Male: fuck boy, funny as fuck, not very loud, drinks a lot, rebel who cares too much about everything, once they’re attached they stay attached

Sagittarius Female: school makes them cry, lots of relationships that last a long time, cute style but wants to look bad ass, willing to fight u, memes

Capricorn Male: really quite but somehow everyone knows them, videos games all the time, can’t express feelings and breakdowns like one a year

Capricorn Female: actually pretty loud and fun, hard to keep in touch with, can’t fall out of love with that one person, critical of a lot of things without meaning to be

Aquarius Male: knows like everyone, meme master, laughs when you laugh, not talk to them for a year and then easily pick up convo like nothing happened

Aquarius Female: super cheeky, doesn’t really argue about anything, chill as fuck, loves loud and fun people, fascinated by people and the way they do things, delicate but will kick ur ass if they have to

Pisces Male: not good at expressing things, shy, v giggly, resting Bitch face, loner, comfortable to talk to

Pisces Female: aesthetic snapchat, love fun and lowkey dangerous things, once they hate you they hate you, weird sense of humour, in their own world

Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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anonymous asked:

Any valentines headcanons for Victor and Yuuri? Like how they spend it together or if some fan sent anything crazy in the past (Yuuri sending Victor things every year but being too embarrassed to write his name as the sender??)

“Wait, someone actually sent you their used panties?” Yuuri has no idea what kind of a face he’s making, but he hopes it does the sheer disgust he’s feeling justice, because what is wrong with people?

Victor laughs. “On more than one occasion. Most of the time Yakov just sent them to the incinerator.” 

“’Most of the time’?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” Victor says, horrifyingly, then brightens. “I didn’t get to keep any of the chocolates people gave me—for safety reasons, you know—but the plushies were mine to do whatever with. I usually gave them away to sick kids.”

He remembers. It was SKATING’s December 2003 issue cover story. Victor had been in a white doctor’s jacket smiling wide while the two children he had tucked under each arm flashed peace signs. Stuffed animals were strewn across the floor around them like fallen soldiers. He’d taped it into his cubby at Ice Palace until Takeshi joked that they should beat Yuuri up so Victor would come visit him in the hospital. Yuuri seriously considered it. 

“I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff,” Yuuri marvels, holding up an actual wedding invitation. You are cordially invited to the marriage of Victor Nikiforov and Joanne Spiers…

Yuuri gently places it back into the box. Well, chucks it back in, more like.

“Oh! Let me show you my favorite one!” Victor nudges him out of the way to rummage around, eventually coming up with a little blue envelope with a sticker that’s faded with time and oddly shaped. Yuuri squints at it, trying to place it, when it hits him. He goes very, very still.

“I think I was… maybe 16 when I got this one? It was the sweetest letter I’d ever received.” Victor sighs wistfully and cradles the envelope to his chest as though it were precious, spun glass and lace, before handing it over.

If Yuuri’s hands shake a little as he undoes the katsudon sticker on the backflap and slides the piece of notebook paper out, Victor doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he notches his chin onto Yuuri’s shoulder to read it along with him.

It’s a little yellow, but the faded images of sakura still comes through behind shaky, painstaking Cyrillic penned to fill the page.  

Dear Victor,

You are the greatest skater in the whole wide world. I am a skater too but I am only 12 years old and I am still learning. I did a triple axel for the first time yesterday! I hope you are proud. Someday I would like to hold your hand and skate with you. We could do a triple axel together. Please wait for me. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“I wanted to write back, but they didn’t leave a name or a return address,” Victor says softly, reaching around Yuuri to brush reverent fingers over the page. “Even with the terrible translation, it was the most genuine expression of love I’d ever seen at that time. I brought that letter with me everywhere I went, hoping I might catch a glimpse of that kid in the crowd, or even on the ice. Whoever it was, I hope they continued to skate. I really would’ve liked to have skated with them.”

The boxy letters swim and blur, spreading out until they’re vague blobs, and when Yuuri blinks to clear it, the page is wet. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Hmm?”

Turning in Victor’s arms, Yuuri beams up at him through his tears. “The translation. It wasn’t terrible. Vasiliev-sensei at Ice Palace wrote it out for me and I spent hours practice-copying it to make sure it was perfect.”

He can see the moment realization dawns, because Victor’s furrowed brow ripples and smoothes out, jaw dropping almost into Yuuri’s lap. “You—”

The world tilts dangerously and skews when he’s tackled onto his back, and Yuuri laughs up at the ceiling as Victor presses frantic kisses to his mouth, his neck, the swells of his cheeks and the sides of his nose. He shakes with a giddy sort of joy, drowning under a wave of relief nearly fifteen years in the making, and reaches up to palm Victor’s face—a little older, a little more mature, but still the greatest skater in the whole wide world who was everything to a little boy once. Even more now as a man. 

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Yuuri murmurs, then leans up and meets Victor halfway.

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In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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Imagine explaining secondhand embarrassment and how we will repeatedly watch things that cause it even though it makes us so uncomfortable.

Zorgk and Lt. Susan Manhym were assigned to be partners after Captain Monty discovered that Private Rob was purposely feeding the Jarthinark misinformation about the Humans for fun.  The Captain wanted every Human and Jarthinark to bond and thought that making bonding time mandatory would be successful.  

Zorgk did not see how this would be beneficial to their treaty but they know better than to question a Human custom. Human Susan begged Zorgk to watch her favorite Human picture or ‘movie’ as they call it. Zorgk didn’t understand how it could be beneficial to their partnership but Human Susan was excited and he knew that refusing would not be beneficial to their relationship.

Human Susan spent most of the movie attempting to convince them that Pride and Prejudice was a ‘classic’. Zorgk decided to play along and learn much about Human Susan’s interests in hope that they would remain friendly as having a Human enemy was more dangerous that having a Human partner. Zorgk was fascinated at the nonsense that intrigued Human Susan and noticed that the Human referred to as ‘Mr. Collins’ was being decidedly annoying and rude to the ‘Ms. Elizabeth’. One of Zorgk’s eyes adjusts to view Human Susan and her face was transformed into a cringe of painful proportions.  

“Human Susan, why is your face like that? Are you in pain?” Zorgk questioned frantically, “Do you need a medic?”

Susan laughed and waved off their concern, explaining “I always get secondhand embarrassment watching the train wreck that is Mr. Collins. He’s ridiculous. “

“Secondhand…embarrassment? Zorgk asked slowly.

“Yeah,” Susan paused, trying to phrase her explanation, “Basically, when we watch something awkward, it can cause an involuntary response of embarrassment for them, the characters. It’s a form of empathy.”

“Empathy?” Zorgk had begun to take notes that would surely be added to the “Human Manual”, “For a fictional human?”  

“Yeah, it’s like feeling and understanding what others feel, but with the situations we watch.  It sucks sometimes, especially if we love the movie.”

“Human Susan. You have stated that this movie is a ‘classic’ which insinuates that it is revered in your society and watched by all. Your kind seeks out secondhand embarrassment, for entertainment?” Zorgk questions, accustomed to ever changing ways of Humans.

“No, no, no. We watch the movie for Mr. Darcy and Ms. Elizabeth.” Susan laughs again, “Mr. Collins is an unfortunate causality we must endure for the sake of the story.”

Zorgk sits back confused but willing to accept Human Susan’s response. She wasn’t like Human Rob who like to spread misinformation. Susan and Zorgk took to watching that movie every fifth sol to fulfill their bonding requirement and sometimes they’d watch other movies. Around the fourth time that Zorgk watched Mr. Collins possessively dance with Ms. Elizabeth or request her hand in marriage, Zorgk finally understood. Mr. Collins was a walking train wreck indeed.

Whiskey

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,717 (yup…)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Sexual penetration, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, language, drinking, Bucky being everyone’s wet dream…

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I worked HARD on this one and I’m totally proud of it! (and before anyone asks, Howl at the Moon is a real bar in Indiana!) Enjoy. :) 



You stood in the street and looked up at the new sign that was being hung up in front of the building.

Howl at the Moon

Your pride and joy. You smiled with a shake of your head. This bar had just started out a little hole in wall. Nobody knew about it, and you were barely making ends meet with only 2 people on staff.

Now, it was a world-renowned biker bar. People from all over the globe have stopped in. You have worked hard to make it what it is. The many roaring engines from motorcycles and loud laughter rule this spot.

It kept your life interesting.

The alcohol stays flowing all night long and the grill stays hot. Your most popular item on the menu? Beer served in buckets. You would be surprised at how many buckets these burly bikers can put away.

Sing-a-longs, dance-offs and dirty humor keep your patrons coming back for more. Your lady bartenders have been known to jump on the bar to dance to some old rock n’ roll. Yourself included.

Ashley, your best friend, came up beside you and looked at the sign as well. “It looks fantastic.”

You poked her with your elbow, “Well I would hope you think so, you drew up the concept.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head, “I’m a genius.”

You looked up at the black wolf, nose pointed up at a blue moon with a howl. It was really going to stand out at night when it was all lit up.

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Worse Than Nicotine

Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.

Word Count: About 5,500.

Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!

Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it? Anyway, thank you @princesse-de-ravenclaw for reading this over!


To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,

Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)

Love, Y/N.

Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.

“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”

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anonymous asked:

*Whispers* will we ever get a lost keith update?

alright my dudes, here’s the 4th and final part of lost keef :) 

(i really hope this format is ok… this is my first time mixing texts and actual fic-style writing so i hope it makes sense and flows ok!)

part 1!!  |   part 2!!   |   part 3!!

Lance’s phone toppled to the floor of the cockpit as he sprinted for the exit. Fiery adrenaline coursed through his veins and his heartbeat pounded in his ears - a steady thrum of “Keith, Keith, Keith”. He rounded corner after corner, firing his rifle blindly and taking out galra drones left and right before finally (and impatiently) arriving at his destination.

As his weapon fired one last blast into the lock, he swung open the door and was surprised to find Keith sitting unceremoniously in the middle of the room. Darkness surrounded him and he was tied down, but when his eyes met Lance’s, a handful of emotions flooded his expression; shock, fear, hope, dread, each one seamlessly right after the other.

“Lance!” Keith cried, the shackles on his wrists clanked as they stopped him from reaching out. “Oh god, please leave… Lotor will -”

Lance wordlessly stomped across the room and planted his feet on either side of Keith’s before protectively holding the red paladin’s face between his hands. Bruises painted the pale skin of Keith’s face and he flinched when Lance reached out to him. He looked so… different. Lance could’ve gone his whole life without seeing Keith look as frail and defenseless as he did then.

“Forget about him, alright? I’m getting you out of here.”

“Y-you found me…” Keith stuttered out, leaning carefully into Lance’s touch.

“Of course I did, Mullet.” Lance smirked before shifting forward and pressing a possessive kiss into Keith’s forehead, “I love you. I’m saving you.”

A small smile played across Keith’s lips and Lance’s heart fluttered at the thought of getting his teammate back to safety in the castle ship. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling back and brushing a gentle thumb across a pale cheekbone but just when he started to forget where they were and why, Keith’s dark eyes darted past Lance’s gaze and fear replaced all the positive emotions the blue paladin had managed to coax out.

“Say cheese,” The shutter of an iPhone camera clicked, accompanying a sickeningly smooth voice that Lance knew belonged to Lotor without even looking. He turned and stood instantly, trying his best to shield Keith’s body with his own.

Remembering that his helmet was still functional, Lance jumped at the opportunity to alert the others as to where they were (which in hindsight he should’ve done right away but he’d yell at himself for that later).

“Guys! I found Keith! We’re in the room past the –” Lance’s words jolted to an involuntary stop and his teeth rattled in his head at the unexpected impact. When had he fallen to the floor? It had all happened so fast. He spat out blood and looked up to see Lotor standing above him, fists drawn.

“You really think I’d let you finish that sentence?” Lotor laughed, smirking evilly down at the blue paladin. Lance hated making eye contact with him, especially when he’d finally had the privilege of seeing Keith again; he never wanted to look at anyone else. His eyes avoided his aggressor’s gaze and darted up to his teammate instead.

Keith’s face was contorted in pure fear - something Lance had never witnessed before and never wanted to again. This was Keith, for god’s sake. Strong, stubborn, fearless Keith; the red paladin, known for always charging into dangerous situations without a second thought because he was crazy and hotheaded and lacked foresight. The memory of that Keith filled Lance’s entire being and fueled him to push forward. 

He sprung off the ground with newfound determination and managed to pin the unsuspecting Lotor down on his back. Lance hovered above him, glaring angrily down at the galran prince. 

“It’s quite pathetic, really,” Lotor began with a smile before Lance could get out any of the furious words his mouth considered, “He was so passionate and tenacious when he first arrived… But I showed him your messages everyday and he lost determination rather quickly.”

Lance’s arms were busy holding the prince down, so the rage that consumed him had nowhere else to escape but through a powerful headbutt (that he regretted almost instantly). He saw stars.

“Lance!” Keith screamed, but Lotor was already up off the ground and stalking across the room in Keith’s direction. Keith tried his best to avoid looking at Lotor; he’d learned over the last few weeks that that was the best course of action when trying to avoid making the prince angry.

Lotor reached out a hand and gripped the red paladin’s throat roughly, cutting off Keith’s breathing as quickly as he could. Keith trained his eyes on Lance, hoping that if he didn’t make it, at least he’d die looking at the person he loved. The edges of his vision darkened and he stayed silent - he knew Lotor was saying something to him, but he ignored him and kept watching Lance.

He would be okay as long as he could see Lance, and in that moment he could.

He saw Lance sit up. He saw Lance reach for his blaster. He saw Lance aim and he saw Lotor fall to the ground. The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Lance running to his side.

~

When Keith fell out of the healing pod, the first thing he saw was Lance. 

Lance caught him and smiled down at him with that sparkly smile he used to use exclusively on pretty girls while crooning things like “Hellooo gorgeous, the name’s Lance”  and snapping finger guns in their direction. Keith chuckled at the memory and smiled back, earning a bright red blush from Lance.

“Thank you, L-” But the blue paladin wasn’t nearly patient enough to let him finish. His lips found Keith’s and didn’t let go until they both gasped for air. 

When they pulled apart, the other members of their team had long since left the room to give them more privacy and the smile shared between them was equal parts unsteady and elated. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Lance whispered into the dark hair above Keith’s ear. The red paladin jumped back in reply and quirked a confused eyebrow in Lance’s direction.

“B-but… You saved me…?”

“You have no idea how many times I almost gave up… Or how close I was to believing the others when they insisted you must be dead, Keith. I couldn’t eat or sleep or… anything. When you texted me back, you saved me. You brought me back and gave me a reason to fight again… So, thank you.”

Keith forced out a small laugh to cover the emotion stuck in his throat; he threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of Lance’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. He stopped just before their lips met and looked directly into Lance’s deep blue eyes with a genuine smile.

 “You’re welcome.”

A Quiet Realization

The realization that she loved James Potter didn’t hit her like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t some epiphany she had in the middle of Charms while watching him laugh with his friends. She didn’t suddenly see him on the Quidditch pitch and think Oh my God, I’m in love!

No, Lily Evans realized she loved James in a slow trickle, little bits flowing in one at a time. First it was his laugh, that infectious mischievous laugh that meant something was afoot. Then, it was his hair. That stupid perpetually messy hair of his, that begged for her to tame it. Next, his hands. Spindly capable hands that could cast a quick spell just as well as they could gingerly bandage a cut. His eyes were next. Those brilliant hazel eyes that saw everything, and were almost always laughing. The first time she saw him cry, she almost came undone herself. She’d never known eyes like his.

His temper was quick and fierce, and once you crossed him he never forgave you. Everyone knew it. It was one thing that Lily couldn’t stand, until she saw that part of him unravel completely their sixth year. Sirius had messed up bad. The day he forgave his best mate, Lily fell for his new-found gentleness. She watched as James became more rounded and fell for every softened edge. She fell for his loyalty and the way he faced danger head on, standing straight and unafraid.

The last piece clicked into place on an average morning their seventh year. They sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, steadfastly ignoring the growing number of empty seats around them. Classmates were dropping like flies. The owl post came, with the Daily Prophet and its daily list of the dead. He leaned over her shoulder and they both scanned the list. A thought floated up to the surface, gentle as can be. James, she realized, was the only person she couldn’t bear to lose.

It wasn’t a shot in the dark or a bolt of lightning. It came as easy as an old memory. She wasn’t sure how long, but it had been there for a while. She glanced up from the paper and met his eyes. “I think I might love you,” she said quite simply.

He blinked a moment, taken aback by her statement. Finally, he spoke. “I think I might love you as well.”

It was a quiet confession, not a big declaration or a whirlwind event. They both turned back to the paper in comfortable silence and, when they were finished eating, left the Great Hall hand-in-hand.

Joker Imagine - Toy Box *smut*

Originally posted by gochaseyourself

Originally posted by jennnym88

!!WARNING!! Extremely smutty, sub/dom

Your P.O.V.

It was late at night and J and I were finally home. We had been at his club discussing a heist and the night ended with a small heist. We robbed a jewelry shop and I had teased J a lot. I ‘accidentally’ brushed against his cock and I said dirty things innocently. I had no idea why but I got a thrill from it.

Now we were in our bedroom and he was getting undressed. I was going to go and wash my make-up off but he didn’t let me off the hook so easily. ‘’What was your behaviour today?’’ He asked me and gave me a dark glare. A shiver ran down my spine as I faced him, seeing his green hair that was a bit messy now.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘ I batted my lashes at him and pouted my lips. That made him growl and he threw his gloves away. I flinched because I didn’t expect him to get this angry with me.

“Oh do you think it’s fucking fair to do that” J asked me with a raspy voice. His pupils dilated and made his pretty blue eyes appear dark and cold. “Do what?” I asked him rather innocently. I played with a strand of my hair as I watched my nearly naked boyfriend stand up.

He didn’t answer me which was either because he was angry or because he thought the answer was obvious. My nerves tangled up as J walked into our walk-in closet. His muscles were tense and he seemed a bit mad at me.

I didn’t need to be alone too long. He came back with a purple box in his strong arms. I watched as he put it on his nightstand before he joined me back in bed. “J what’s in there?” I asked him quietly. He chuckled at me and then he opened the box. I still didn’t see inside it so obviously I grew curious. It also made me a bit nervous.

“Kitten I know you like playing games since you’re always playing with me..” J started and grabbed something from the box. I gulped as he continued. “Now it’s my turn to play with you. I’ll punish you for being so damn naughty,turning me on in the middle of business and all” he let me know and that’s when I knew what that box was. In his hands I saw a pink, fluffy collar.

‘‘Put it on’‘ He told me and handed it to me. Since I had been naughty all day, I decided to push my luck. ‘‘No’‘ I snarled and covered it with a smirk. J seemed surprised by my answer. He crawled close to me and then pushed my head against the soft pillows. Before I knew what was going on, he wrapped his strong arm around my throat. I just smiled at my angry J.

‘‘You dare say no to me?’‘ He growled angrily. ‘‘Sorry Daddy’‘ I giggled a bit. He choked me a little bit and gave me a warning gaze. ‘‘You’re not sorry yet’‘ He said deeply and then laughed. As he let go of my throat, he wrapped the collar around me. I couldn’t help but to think of everything else he had in that box.

J grabbed a chain leach and attached it to me and the bed. I couldn’t leave our bed. I watched as he got up and he started searching for something else. ‘’What’s that box for?’’ I asked him innocently. ‘’Toys’’ I got a short reply. I couldn’t help but to get turned on. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t get close to him.

‘‘Play with me daddy’‘ I encouraged him. He had a boner that I couldn’t wait to get to. ‘‘Maybe later but I need to punish you first’‘ J let me know. That’s when he grabbed a whip with a leather handle. I gulped as I looked at it in his strong arm. I’ve been very bad to deserve this.

‘‘You’re not smiling anymore. What’s the matter?’‘ J teased me while getting back to me. I just stared at the whip and tried to think how bad I’ve been. ‘‘I just..um’‘ I mumbled and then shut up. J laughed and grabbed my by my collar, dragging me above his legs with my ass in the air. It was the perfect position to punish me. For now, he was rubbing my bum with his hand.

‘‘I’ll make sure you’re sorry kitten’‘ He said seriously. Then he hooked his finger into my panties and started dragging them off.I helped him a bit by moving my legs. ‘‘You’re wet. Do you enjoy being under control hm? ‘‘ He asked me a question. His voice got raspier as he got hornier.

I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn’t. He whipped my bum and I screamed out in surprise. Then I squeezed the sheets hard because it stung. J laughed at me and then whipped me again. I cried out in pain but damn I loved it. ‘’You’ve been so bad..’’ J told me angrily. ‘’I’m so- Ah!’’ I whimpered as he whipped my sore bum once again. ‘’You’re not sorry you little slut’’ He growled and whipped me harder. I gritted my teeth and felt a tear rolling down my face. I couldn’t help but to get wetter tho.

‘‘Your pussy is glistening. Are you enjoying your punishment, huh?’‘ Joker asked me dangerously. I nodded a small nod for him. It made him whip me again. I flinched and cried out in both pain and pleasure.

‘‘Punishments aren’t supposed to be enjoyed’‘ He let me know darkly.Then he used his hand, spanking my ass hard and I heard it echo in our room. I groaned and hid my face in the covers. J wanted to see my face so he grabbed my collar and dragged me up so I was supporting myself with my arms.’‘Keep your eyes at me’‘ He demanded and I wouldn’t dare not to listen.

I looked directly into his dark blue eyes as he smacked me with his hand again. A couple tears rolled down my face but I smiled. ‘’I’m so sorry..daddy’’ I whimpered after his spanking. My ass was sore and it stung but damn it was worth it. He hummed and then rubbed my bum with his hand, calming the skin down.

‘‘Naughty naughty naughty..what will I do to you?’‘ He thought out loud. I didn’t answer because he was obviously going to punish me and whatever I said was too mild. Suddenly he got up and grabbed the box. ‘‘Say a number’‘ He told me while looking into the box. It made me curious again. ‘‘six’‘ I said a random number and tried to get closer, but the collar would choke me if I did.

J laughed and picked something out of the box. It was a black vibrator. ‘’I know just what to do with you’’ He let me know and then met my eyes. I was both excited and nervous now. J wasn’t mild with punishments. ‘’Get on your back’’ He told me while grabbing some other things as well. I did as he told me and rested against my pillows. I needed to feel him so all this waiting made me impatient.

I heard chains as I waited here. Then I felt the cold metal against my ankles. ‘’What are you doing?’’ I asked him  and looked down. ‘’Watch me’’ He replied darkly and chained my ankles to the bed post. He even put a pole between my legs so I couldn’t close them. I almost moaned because this turned me on so much. I was naked and tied down to the bed. Joker could do anything to me. Just the thought made me wet for him.

‘‘You’re so beautiful’‘ He purred as he started to tie my arms to the bed. I bit my bottom lip and smiled. ‘‘Too bad I need to punish you. If you were a good girl..’‘ He started and tugged the chains to make sure I couldn’t escape.  Then he got really close to my face, holding my jaw with his arm. ‘‘..I wouldn’t need to punish you like this’‘ He finished his sentence and sent tingles in a low place.

‘‘What could be so bad?’‘ I asked him. J smirked and grabbed the vibrator. Then he turned it on and the buzzing sound made me even more excited. I tried to arch my back, but he tied me down so well that I couldn’t move. J placed the vibrator on my clit and I gasped because it felt so good.

‘‘Ah J’‘ I moaned and tried to get more friction. He looked at me darkly and then let go of the vibrator. It still touched my clit and I couldn’t move so it would fall. I was holding back moans but it was hard. The friction on my needy clit felt fucking amazing. 

‘‘I hope you’ll enjoy yourself’‘ J said mysteriously. I gained my strength to ask him something. ‘‘What?’‘ I breathed out heavily. It sucked that I couldn’t move but the pleasure was so great. I felt helpless in a good way. ‘‘I know how girls need their space. I thought I could go and grab a drink and maybe see what’s on tv’‘ J let me know evilly. My eyes widened as I stared at my boyfriend.

‘‘Wait- J’‘ I tried to speak without moaning. He turned around and started walking out of our room. ‘‘J!’‘ I screamed and then moaned loudly. ‘‘I’ll be back in less than an hour’‘ He yelled and then left me all alone. I was already close to an orgasm and I couldn’t take the vibrator off. I held onto the chains and then I tried to hold back my orgasm.

Damn J!

///Joker’s P.O.V.///

Y/N had been alone, tortured by pleasure for already 40 minutes.She was screaming my name and then crying out in pure pleasure. I was listening to her while watching TV. Honestly, her sexual sounds were more interesting. Yes I was horny and I couldn’t wait to fuck her, but I was having too much fun.

Finally, I thought she had enough of it. I walked back into our bedroom and saw her. Y/N’s cheeks were red, tears had ruined her makeup and her lips were plump. It even looked like she had squirted. ‘’J.. p-p-please’’ She whimpered tiredly. I noticed that she was trembling a bit. ‘’Are you sorry?’’ I asked her just to be a tease. She cried out and nodded.

‘‘I need to hear it’‘ I growled and ran my hand up and down my stomach, tingling her a little bit. ‘‘Yes! I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please take it..off’‘ She legit screamed to me. That’s when I grabbed the vibrator and turned it off. Although I took it away, she was still trembling a little bit. Her breath was shaky and she kept moaning lightly.

‘‘Oh kitten’‘ I cooed and then started freeing her from the bed, starting with her ankles. I couldn’t help but to notice how fucking wet she was. As her legs were free, I got between her legs. I knew her pussy was sensitive but I knew she liked it. ‘‘J what are you doing?’‘ Y/N breathed out a bit weakly. I grabbed her legs tightly and got closer to her throbbing cunt. ‘‘Tasting what I got’‘ I replied and then licked her juices and attached my mouth to her clit. It made her moan really loudly and I liked it.

‘‘J..oh shit’‘ Y/N gasped while I started eating her. She was squirming beneath my touch and it boosted my ego. ‘‘You’re such a dirty slut you know that, right? First you come multiple times and now you’re letting me eat your pussy’‘ I started talking dirtily. While I used my mouth to speak, I pushed two fingers inside her warm walls.

‘‘Mmh daddy I’m such a bad girl’‘ She breathed out. I fingerfucked her tight little hole harder and loved her facial expressions while I pleasured her. ‘‘You’re a slut, my little whore’‘ I growled darkly. It made her moan. ‘‘Say it baby’‘ I told her and took out my fingers. I had to feel her the real way. I couldn’t wait no more.

‘‘I’m a dirty whore daddy. But I’m all yours’‘ She whimpered to me. ‘‘Good. Only I can touch you like this’‘ I reminded her while getting in position. I placed the tip of my cock on her entrance and then pushed my length inside of her. Y/N gasped and she looked like she saw stars. Damn all this teasing and punishing her got her really wet. Her warm walls hugged my cock tightly, making it feel magical.

‘‘Fuck me J’‘ She encouraged me. We were both hungry for friction. I didn’t need to be told that twice. I started pounding myself into her. It felt fucking amazing. ‘‘You’re still so tight’‘ I grunted deeply. I could hear our skin slapping together as I fucked her. 

‘‘You feel so fucking good daddy’‘ Y/N gasped as I hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she kept tugging the chains that held her arms. She desperately wanted to touch me but it was a part of her punishment. I leaned down and started kissing her neck while I rammed myself into her hard.

She was a moaning mess underneath me. I bit her skin so there would be marks on her later. ‘’You take me so fucking good’’ I purred to her. As I kept pounding in and out of her tightness, I noticed that she was getting close. So was I. 

I took advantage of the signs and I used all my strength to push her closer to an edge. Y/N gritted her teeth together but it didn’t stop her from moaning. I started breathing heavily as pleasure grew more intense. ‘’I’m gonna..J I’m gonna cum’’ Y/N screamed. ‘’Cum for me kitten’’ I told her and squeezed her tits. All the pleasure mixed together and pushed Y/N over the edge. Her walls tightened around me as she came. Y/N gasped and started cursing as her orgasm took over her.

That’s when I pulled out.I grabbed my cock and jerked off to finish myself. Finally, I felt pleasure taking over my senses. I growled as my cum shot landed on Y/N. Now I felt like I saw stars. It was overwhelming.

I just watched as my cum covered Y/N’s chest and man, it was a sexy sight. She was panting yet she kept a smile on her pretty face. I freed her arms and took off her collar. Then I finally lied down and caught my breath after such a good night. ‘’I’m dirty J’’ Y/N whispered into my ear. Her hand was on my stomach and she traced the outlines of my muscles. I looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle in hers.

‘‘What will you do about that?’‘ I breathed out. Suddenly she wiped some of the cum off of her with her finger. I watched closely as she brought it to her lips and then licked it off like a good girl. ‘‘Dirty girl’‘ I chuckled. ‘‘You taste so good daddy’‘ Y/N purred happily and finished cleaning herself.

‘‘If you keep calling me that, I might have to take you up for round two’‘ I warned her. I doubt neither of us would actually mind that..

❂ ————– THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’
’ I despise guessing games. ’
’ Oh, goody. ’
’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’
’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’
’ You’re so weird. ’
’ You have no idea. ’
’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’
’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’
’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’
’ What’s a motto? ’
’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’
’ Did I miss something? ’
’ Let me out! Let me out! ’
’ Please don’t eat me. ’
’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’
’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’
’ You can’t change the past. ’
’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’
’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’
’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’
’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’
’ No! It was an accident! ’
’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’
’ Then you’re guilty. ’
’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’
’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’
’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’
’ We’re pals, right? ’
’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’
’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’
’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’
’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’
’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’
’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’
’ What’s happened to you? ’
’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’
’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’
’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’
’ So where are we really going? ’
’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’
’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’
’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’
’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’
’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’
’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’
’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’
’ I know what I have to do. ’
’ Temper, temper. ’
’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’
’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’
’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’
’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’
’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’
’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’
’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’
’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’
’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’
’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’
’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’
’ Is that a challenge? ’
’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’
’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’
’ Pinned you again. ’
’ What’s going on? ’
’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’
’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’
’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’
’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’
’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’
’ You run along now and have fun. ’
’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’
’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’
’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’
’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’
’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’
’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’
’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’
’ You could have been killed! ’
’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’
’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’
’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’
’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’
’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’
’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’
’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’
’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’
’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’
’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’
’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’
’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’
’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’
’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’
’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’
’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’
’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’
’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’
’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’
’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’
’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’
’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’
’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’
’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’
’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’
’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’
’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’
’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’
’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’
’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’
’ You don’t deserve to live. ’
’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’
’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’
’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’
’ You got to put your past behind you. ’
’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’
’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’
’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’
’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’
’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’
’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’
’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’
’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’
’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’
’ You don’t even know who you are! ’
’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’
’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’
’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’
’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’
’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’
’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’
’ These are rare delicacies. ’
’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’
’ You are more than what you have become. ’
’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’
’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’
’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’
Avengers Preference: How They Handle Your Death

a/n: the first request of the avenge-these-imagines NYE Request Extravaganza! (if you can think of a better name, I’m all ears, lol). enjoy!

warnings: grief, death of the reader

Thor- upon news of your death, Thor seemingly vanishes into thin air. he travels into some far-reaching corner of the universe to be alone with his grief, and the entirety of Asgard mourns their fallen princess. when he finally returns, he is much more solemn, far less brash, and only returns to Midgard when absolutely necessary. he can’t stand the realm that was once lit up by your beautiful smile, and the way it has moved on without you.

Bruce Banner/Hulk- when Bruce watches you get shot on what was supposed to be a simple, low danger recon mission, he almost completely loses his humanity. the thought of that last laugh lighting up your face right before the bullet entered you was too much for him to deal with in his human form, so the Hulk takes over. Natasha finds him in a cave in the mountains and sings him his lullaby, and she holds him as he deals with his grief for the first time.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow- you were the only thing keeping Natasha from reverting into her former cold assassin self, and after your death she becomes hell-bent on revenge. calculatingly killing each and every person involved in her loss.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye- people are shocked at how well Clint takes the news of your death, as he seems to be his usual self (though unwilling to talk about you). one night while Tony is restlessly wandering the halls of the tower, he finds Clint in your room, holding your favorite jacket and sobbing. he never mentions it to Clint, but the next day there is a sad understanding in the eyes of the team, and they all drink to your memory and share stories about you.

Tony Stark/Iron Man- Tony throws himself into his work, mainlining caffeine as a replacement for sleep. on the fourth straight day, Bruce steadies him as he almost falls over in the lab. when he demands that Tony get some rest, Tony responds, “I can’t. there’s a cold, empty space where she used to sleep. the nightmares are unbearable. I can’t sleep until I can make something to protect those I love, so I never have to feel this way again.” after that, Bruce begins staying up with him.

Steve Rogers/Captain America- Steve deals with your passing in the somber, steady way he dealt with all of his other losses. he can’t get drunk, but that doesn’t stop him from drinking his way through Tony’s liquor cabinet. nobody ever mentions it, but suddenly there’s a section dedicated to you in Steve’s museum exhibit, with some of your favorite belongings. the donation sign merely reads “forever my girl -SR”

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier- after your death, everyone treats Bucky warily, worried that he’ll lose himself again, but Bucky stays strong. Steve doesn’t tell about the nights they spend sitting up, with Bucky too afraid to sleep because he’s worried he’ll awake with no memories of you.

Sam Wilson/Falcon- ever the rational one, Sam goes to a grief counselor after losing you. he knows that you would want him to deal with this in the healthiest way possible, and he gives back as much as he can in your memory.

Pietro and Wanda Maximoff/Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch- the twins are no strangers to loss, but the loss of you really wrecks them. they find solace in each other, becoming even more isolated and reliant on their sibling, because they are acutely aware that the things they love most can be ripped from them at a moment’s notice.

If I Had A Star (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 9,636 (YIKES)

Warnings: swears, little nsfw

Authors Note: I KNOW ITS LONG BUT I PROMISE YOU ITLL BE WELL WORTH IT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!! IM YELLING IM SO HAPPY I FINISHED THIS!!!! 

Summary: a series of short stories to your forever. 

(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)

Dedicated to:

@hamilton-noodles Jo is a blessing to this earth. THE MOST eloquent person I have ever come across. I personally give this story to her, and all the stars in the sky. I want to publicly thank her for being one of the best people I have ever met (PERIOD) I love her so much and she is my bestest of the best friends. 

@adolescenthowell RACHAEL was my first friend on this blog and I want to thank her for reading my shit, facetiming me when I need motivation to write, and most importantly sticking by me. She is so talented and I love her. 

@fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines Sophie is the kindest human being alive. I want to give her all my thanks for proof reading for me. She is an amazing human being and so so out of this world talented. Love ya girl!

@whatdimissmotherfuckers Ruby for being such an adorable little bean. She’s the most giving yet still sassy person ever and I admire her self confidence. I hope you keep doing you babe. Her art and writing is the BESTEST. AND I ALSO LOVE HER DEARLY.

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Masterlist


If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.

“Can you help me with directions?”

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Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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