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A Court of Differences

ACOMAF:

“I missed you,” he said between kisses. “I went out of my mind.”

That was all I needed to hear. Until-

“I need to ask you some questions.”

ACOWAR:

“Do you want to go over what happened at the Spring Court?” I asked, voice raw, as I studied my mate’s face.

No amusement, nothing but that predatory intensity, focused on my every breath. “There are other things I’d rather do first.”

Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤


Request: I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing

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“Are you fucking serious, Barnes?” you spat as you both entered the quinjet.

This was the third time in the last month he’s jeopardized a mission. The last two were purely out of spite, just to get a reaction out of you. But this time, he almost got you killed as well. To say the both of you disliked each other was a serious understatement. You fucking despised each other with a fiery passion and everyone knew it. You two were polar opposites.

When Bucky got into his little mood swings, he expected you to just shut your mouth and take it. After all, that’s what he was used to with Steve. But you weren’t anything like Steve. Not at all. You were extremely outspoken, you spoke your mind whenever and however you wanted. You weren’t anybody’s trained monkey, especially not his. So of course, when he realized you had zero amount of chill in you, all it did was piss him off even more and fuel the fire between you two.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” he spat back just as bitterly. “Just shut your mouth for once!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. You honestly didn’t understand his logic. So, you were supposed to just sit quiet while he screwed this entire operation up? No fucking way.

“I know you’re probably used to getting your way,” you bickered, sitting in the pilot seat and flicking on the many switches. “But I’m not everybody else.”

All though you couldn’t see him, you could tell your words hit home. The subtle rumbling of the quinjet was the only audible thing as it lifted from the ground. You, being the pilot and all, kept your focus on keeping the jet in the air. But all that went to shit as soon as you heard him say something under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you spun around in the chair.

“I said you really need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

You usually had excellent composure when it came to problematic people like him, but that was your last straw. Standing up, you walked over towards him and smacked him straight across the face.

His head jolted to the side from the force. Slowly, you could see a little red handprint right where the spot was.His eyes widened at first and you immediately regretted hitting him. Reality started hitting you like a brick wall. Bucky was twice your size, not in height though. You were only two or three inches shorter, but when it came to muscle mass, he was a fucking beast.
And you just had to go and awaken it, didn’t you?

“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked, backing away from him slowly.

He was completely silent, and that sent chills down your spine. He stepped forward, stalking towards you. His blue eyes were much darker than before, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Oh god, what if you somehow managed to send him straight into Winter Soldier mode? If that happened, there was no way on earth you’d be able to fight him off.

Your instincts finally kicked in, screaming at you to run towards the rear of the jet, which held most of the weaponry. It wasn’t the brightest idea but what else was there? You were in midair! Without another thought, you tried to slip past him.

And boy were you wrong.

With ease, Bucky’s metal and wrapped around your throat and slammed you into the wall of the quinjet. You let out a frightened squeak. He placed his flesh hand around your chin harshly, digging into the flesh. You kicked your legs, trying to at least knee him in the crotch. Nat always said that was the best defense in those situations.

Before you could do it, you felt Bucky’s lips on yours.

You went completely frozen.

You expected to be stabbed to death, certainly not this. As fucked up as it was, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how nice his lips felt against your trembling ones. His lips moved against yours expertly, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You didn’t mean to, but a small moan escaped your lips. He pressed his body into yours, easing himself between your legs.

It’s as if he could tell you were enjoying yourself. He pulled away far too soon, smirking down at your smaller self with triumph. Oh, you hated him so much.

“See?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re already a much more pleasant person and we’ve only gotten to first base.”
You wiggled in his grasp, earning nothing but an amused chuckle from him. As humiliating as it was, you were so turned on. You could feel the wetness inside your cat suit and you desperately wished it would go away.

“I hate you,” you frowned, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he says, leaning in between your legs and pressing kisses along your throat. You gasped, throwing your head back. “I dislike you sometimes,” He sucked harshly on the piece of flesh just below your ear, earning a cry of pleasure from you.

“But. I. Don’t. Fucking. Hate. You.” he thrusted his hips against yours after each word, causing your breaths to stutter.

With a small, submissive moan, you spread your legs wider for him. You could feel him grin into your neck. He was enjoying this so much. With another roll of his hips, you felt your orgasm growing nearer. You let out little pants, moving your hips against his much harder. Bucky’s erection pressed against your heat, giving you a sweet mental image of how big he was.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your orgasm neared. “Please…I’m…I’m gonna-“

The next thing you know, Bucky’s hand released its grip on your throat. Instead, his hand went straight for your ponytail, twisting it painfully. You let out cry, reaching your hands behind your head to free yourself. He practically dragged you away from the wall, all the way until you were facing the large window of the quinjet windshield.

Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to your lower back and gave you a harsh push. Losing your balance, you felt your front collide with the dashboard, your suit pressing against the many buttons. You winced at the feeling of the buttons pressing into your torso. There was no doubt, you were going to have a dozen little triangular shaped bruises tomorrow.

Bucky’s hand gripped the zipper of your suit and slowly tugged it down. You felt the material separate down your body, leaving you exposed. His hand traced down your spine gently, taking in the feel of your feverish skin. With a groan, you rocked your behind back into his crotch. He hissed, grabbing the unzipped material and pulling it from your body, leaving you in only your underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper under his breath. His hand traced the curve of your ass gently, feeling the soft skin in his hands. He pinched it harshly, earning a cry from you. Bucky traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back from your body and snapping it back onto your skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad and all he did was tease you. It was so unfair.

“You gotta ask nicely, sweetheart.” He cooed, hooking his finger underneath the waist band of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs. You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of his pants coming off. You saw his jacket and shirt being tossed onto the pilot chair near you.

“Please, Bucky,” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad. Please…sir.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips at the last word.

You were in for it now.

Without any warning, he slammed his hips into yours, his cock entering you forcefully. You let out a scream that echoed throughout the quinjet. Bucky fucked you hard and fast, his metal hand twisted into your hair. Your body jolted forward with each thrust, your nipples brushing against the many buttons beneath you.

“Oh my go-o-o-od!” you moaned, your voice stuttering with each thrust. Bucky nudged his foot with your left one, forcing your legs apart even further. You could feel each and every inch of him inside you, burying himself into your heat deeper and deeper. You placed your hands on the dashboard for support.

“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, landing a smack onto your behind. You nodded your head furiously. He gave you another smack, this one harder than the last.

“Yes, sir!” You cried out, clenching around his cock. “I love it so fucking much!”

He threw his head back at the feeling, letting out a string of Russian curses. You didn’t understand what he said, but it was still probably the hottest thing you’ve seen. The way his abs flexed each time he crashed into you sent a wave of arousal over you.
For the second time, you felt your orgasm creeping up. You were so fucking close, so close. You just needed it a little bit harder.

Your thighs began to tremble from the approaching euphoria; your eyes closed on their own accord. You could feel your juices on Bucky’s thighs, dripping down your own onto the ground. The sounds that escaped your mouth were so fucking dirty and borderline pornographic, but it only seemed to please Bucky even more.

With a scream of his name, you came on Bucky’s cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him into his own release. Bucky fell against your back, his hips stuttering as he neared his own finish. You whimpered, feeling the aftershocks of his thrusts. You could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. You reached your hand behind you, slipping it between the two of you and began massaging his balls.
And that was it for him.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours a final time. You could feel his come coat your walls, filling you up. You wiggle from underneath him, accidentally clenching around his cock. His let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.

“I think my hips are broken.” You whisper, peering over your shoulder. All jokes aside, you could already feel the soreness building in your hip area. Jesus, you won’t be able to sit down for at least a few days. Damn Bucky and his super soldier cock.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted softly into your shoulder, completely ignoring your previous statement. Your eyes widened. “I never really did dislike you, either.”

You turned your head to the side. “Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask, staring at the wall of the quinjet. This was more than just shocking. You were actually convinced that he hated you with his entire being. So what was going on?

“I’m not exactly good at expressing love correctly,” he confessed, letting out a small laugh. But you could tell there was no humor behind it.

“Love?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised.

“I love you, Y/N,” he shifted so that he was right by your ear now. “I have for a while now.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you wanted to.

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I kinda, sorta, maybe love you, too. But only if you promise to do this every time we fight.”

He let out a laugh, sending vibrations down your spine.

“You got it, doll.”


-FIN ❤

(I can’t look at the quinjet the same now lol!) ❤

anonymous asked:

can u talk about phil's pressure to be traditionally masc + his attitude towards dan's androgyny

Before I even answer, if you haven’t seen oqua’s Phil+gender roles compilation you should probably watch that first: (link)

Phil loves his parents. He makes it a priority to visit them regularly. He quotes his mother constantly, judges things by her standards. It’s very obvious that he as a person has been shaped hugely by his love for family - and his concept of what is right or wrong, normal or not normal, allowed or not allowed, are similarly shaped by them. The compilation above is not even two minutes but it drives home a lot of things that were normalized to Phil growing up. Boys don’t do girly things; boys don’t color their hair; boys use tools and fix things; boys don’t wear girl bonnets; boys don’t have coin purses; even toddlers picking up a girl’s hat in a store is embarrassing enough to be a story that makes him cover his face and blush over twenty years later.  

If he’d had less of a loving home, and less supportive and encouraging parents, Phil not fitting into what he was obviously coached from birth to be what boys are supposed to be might have caused resentment or been more of an outwardly toxic environment. But because Phil did actually have supportive, loving parents he seems to have grown up with these things being reinforced constantly and just relating himself to being a disappointment for not living up to them, and still on some level aspiring to be those things, or subconsciously putting distance between himself and the possibility of doing some things that he might in his mind know that are the exact sorts of things his family would have mocked or disapproved of in someone else as he was growing up.

Which is why I think Phil finds it a lot easier to encourage Dan to do/express some of the things Phil might like to, but is prevented by doing from that kind of anxiety. Even outside of the family influence growing up, I think Phil’s brand of anxiety does play a part in it. This is one of those areas where I perceive them as similar but also quite different: Dan battles with things in his own head, Phil battles with the kind of impression he’s making on others. Dan can wear what he wants and as long as he’s living up to what he expects of himself, he can find confidence in that. I think Phil is quite the opposite, he toes a much safer line when it comes to people’s opinion of him and that kind of attitude inspires repression. (There’s a chance that Phil’s repression also hindered Dan a little, but Dan seems to have had the opposite upbringing as Phil in this regard - he had a grandmother who encouraged him to do sing-a-longs to Barbie Girl, a dad who seemed nothing but fondly amused at Dan announcing his name was Lara, etc. He struggles with many things, but making his own mind up about what he’s comfortable with and charging ahead no matter if it makes people talk is not one of them.)

Essentially: Phil is uncomfortable when people around him are uncomfortable. If he grew up with his parents/family being uncomfortable with overly feminized men (his grandad saying boys shouldn’t dye their hair) or even just treating them with humor (toddler Phil wearing a bonnet being the ‘most embarrassing memory’ his mother could come up with) or as something not to be taken seriously, that would have had a massive impact on his self-perception and comfort with being less than masculine. I think even as he’s coming to internal realizations about what could/should be allowed for guys to do, it’s going to be extremely difficult for him to apply that kind of ease to himself and there’s a decent chance he just never completely will. 

I love how literally nothing amuses jungkook more than pissing jimin off…… true friendship right there

new beginnings.

2,402 words | fluff; warnings: none.
meeting at a coffee shop au + shin hoseok

a/n: ramen shop owner!wonho is a concept that most definitely needed to be written. and who knows? perhaps i might even take requests for this~

(i really have been considering taking requests after i’m done with the ones in my inbox. just like drabbles / companion pieces to things i’ve written like heaven is a place on earth, rule breakers, cave me in, etc.)

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anonymous asked:

Top ten favorite lines you have written in umfb

So u mentioned earlier a line that was in your top ten favorite to write. What are the other lines that you have written that are in your favorites?

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I’ll do my favourite lines excluding dialogue because I usually prefer the non-dialogue parts :D

Yuuri had none of that. And Viktor was the one, the only one. But Viktor was beautiful and successful and had presumably shared his bed with hundreds of people, all begging for time with him. Yuuri was nothing special, just a brief amusement in a long line of people that had come and gone throughout Viktor’s life. As insignificant as the day they met, seen and instantly forgotten, faded from memory while Yuuri remained, with Viktor’s mark left on him forever. - Chapter 9

Viktor was like a searing light and like a moth to a flame, Yuuri couldn’t seem to stay away. He would keep coming back, over and over to revel in the brightness until he burned. - Chapter 10

Viktor was beautiful, lying there before him, but more than that Viktor was kind. Not kind with any expectation of reward or compensation but kind for the sake of being kind. Viktor had broken Yuuri’s heart when Yuuri was just a child but Viktor had been a child as well. They had both been children and just as Yuuri was so far from the boy that he had once been, maybe Viktor had changed too. Life had moulded them both throughout the years and neither of them would ever be the same again. - Chapter 11

Yuuri knew he couldn’t have Viktor forever. Someone like Yuuri would never be able to hold onto someone like Viktor. Viktor who was beautiful and successful and could have the whole world if only he asked. Yuuri could never compete with that, could never hold Viktor down. But he didn’t need to, didn’t expect to, he never had. He had Viktor here. He had Viktor now. That fact, this moment, that was what mattered. - Chapter 11

But still he stopped. And still he looked because he had been looking back his whole life even as it destroyed him and he couldn’t help but do it one last time. -  Chapter 13 (This one was a reference to the biblical story of Lot’s wife and specifically the Kurt Vonnegut quote from Slaughterhouse-Five -
“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.”)

Yuuri had worshiped Viktor as a concept and hated him as a memory. But he loved him as a person - Chapter 14

And now everything was in pieces at his feet like the pieces of his heart and yet he loved Viktor still. But he wasn’t sure if he could put the fragments of his heart back on the line again. Put them back into Viktor hand’s because he had done it twice before and each time it had been broken further. If it happened a third time then there would be nothing left, not even fragments. Nothing but dust. - Chapter 14

Yuuri barely had time to think before a warm body was colliding with his own and suddenly lips were on his and he was falling but he didn’t care because he had been falling for years and Viktor was finally there to catch him again. - Chapter 14

“I don’t care.” he said and the words felt like the last link in the chain snapping after so many years and finally setting him free. “I don’t care who won.” - Chapter 14

Viktor pulled him close, their fingers still laced together and Yuuri could see the light in his eyes, bright and shining like the light of a star, drawing him into their orbit. He went willingly and Viktor wrapped his arms around him again, holding him close to his chest, so close that Yuuri could hear the beat of Viktor’s heart, perfectly in time with his own as Viktor spoke again. - Chapter 14 (Both for the name drop of the companion fic and also because in the last line it’s almost like…Yuuri, can you hear Viktor’s heartbeat?…)

okay but simon geeking out over bill nye’s new show and screeching happily when pansexuality being valid is mentioned-

he calls clary but she doesn’t answer and then raphael bc it’s just second nature to want to share exciting things w/him even if raphael still looks at him like he wants to snap his neck

surprisingly raphael responds kindly and says he’s happy for him but ‘who is this Bill? I told you to stay away from mundanes. have you learned nothing?’

it’s an unexpectedly amusing conversation on simon’s end as it’s nice to Not be the confused one for once

What We Created (8)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 2,406

Warning: fluff, a whole bunch of fluff to make up for the angst :D

A/N: A better and longer part lol.. sorry the crap that part 7 is. The part where Sebastian and the reader kiss in bed is totally from a Stalia scene. I couldn’t resist! It was so cute! 2 parts left!

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“You usually don’t have guests when I come for a visit,” Lucifer speaks casually, eyeing you between the two men who are nothing but an amusing thorn in his side. They both instinctively take a step forward and closer to each other, blocking you partially from view.

He rolls his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist both boys are flung to opposite sides of the room, held against the wall. 

“Shit-”

“Lucifer I swear to Go-”

“Relax,” He takes a step forward and you instinctively take one back. And though your heart is beginning to pound in your chest because your body knows it is in danger, but you can’t bring yourself to care - the apathetic expression on your face doesn’t change. “I just want a closer look, she’s different from you boys.”

“Different how?” Dean grunts out, attempting to pry himself off the wall but knowing it’s useless. 

“She’s like you Sammy,” Lucifer tosses out the nickname to his vessel, giving him a glance as he stops in front of you, one hand reaching out to tilt your head up. You swallow apprehensively, the adrenaline is rushing through your system and you know it’s a fight or flight response, but you don’t care. “Except where all your anger comes from is different. You want to save people, save your family, save the world. That frustration that you can’t, that it doesn’t end and that you can’t live a normal happy life.” He looks at Sam as he says this then tilts his head down to look at you, tugging at your bottom lip.

“But her? Wherever did you find her?” He presses his fingers against the edges of your lips, forcing a smile to reflect his. “You still loved your family, Sam. Still loved your dad despite the arguments and being unable to see eye to eye. You’d take a bullet for him.”

He doesn’t look away from your eyes, and something prevents you from looking away from his. 

“[Name]-” Dean warns but he’s pressed harder against the wall and his warning ends in a grunt.

“But her? She’ll gladly be on the other end, pulling that trigger to end their lives.”

Your lips twitch from his fingers, pulling down into a frown as you furrow your eyebrows. The edging guilt and anxiety coming forth but the little voice in the back of your head, angry and viscous drowns it out. 

“Thou shall honor thy mother and father.” He says and there’s a twitch of a snarl on your lips that absolutely delights him. 

“But you’d rather kill them, wouldn’t you? You’ve got such a darkness festering inside of you it’s making me a bit giddy. I didn’t think you creatures were capable of it.. I mean some of you slaughter and kill.. but you, you my dear, are so very peculiar.” 

“Why?”

You finally ask, your voice is quiet and he tilts his head as he studies you.

“That little voice in the back of your head, all that built up anger at the world, at the people around you and your family. If you had the power you’d take them all into your hands and crush them.” He’s smiling, “I like that about you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.” 

“Leave [Name] alone.” Sam warns, glaring at Lucifer who looks over at him only for a moment before focusing his attention back onto you.

“But she’s so fascinating and you haven’t told me where you found her..”

“In the city of fuck you and the corner of none of your business.” Dean bites out angrily, and with a flick of Lucifer’s wrist Dean’s lips snapped shut, unable to open them.

“That’s not nice, Dean.” He throws an bemused glance toward the elder Winchester and suddenly there’s pain spreading throughout your chest. A gasp escaping your lips but the hand pressing into your chest and grasping your soul keeps you from stumbling backward or falling over.

“[Name]!” Sam shouts, horrified as he stares at Lucifer’s hand encasing your chest, the glow of your soul spilling from the hole he’s made.

It’s agonizing and even when he removes his hand from your chest, the hole no longer apparent and your soul still intact, every nerve feels on fire. 

“You trust the Winchesters about as far as you can throw them. Do you trust anyone? In fact.. I wonder why your soul is so different from others?” He leans in to your hunched form that’s clutching at the ache in your chest.

“Different?”

“Lacking.”

You tilt your head up at him, not understanding.

“You’re missing a piece dear, the puzzle was never fully put together before it was put inside you. Ever wonder why it’s so difficult to care for things? Your body runs on the basic human instinct, but you, you don’t feel it, do you?” You bite down on the inside of your cheek, glaring up at him as the angry voice in the back of your head screams. 

He tilts his head and smiles, “Well, that’s something. You feel, but so very little. The biggest emotions you can bring yourself is that little angry voice constantly screaming in your head. What is it like? To lack the capacity that your peers have? To be unable to understand the lengths that these two go for each other? Could you do the same?”

You wanted to say yes, but the only reason was a sense of obligation, you owed them. They had saved you from your personal hell as a demon play toy, and took you under their wings, protected you. But could you say you cared for them, like family? Loved them?

What did that even feel like?

He waves his hand in a lazy manner and both the Winchester collapse onto the floor in an exhausted heap. 

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” His finger flicks the tip of your nose and in an instant he’s gone. Leaving two confused boys, with so many questions that you didn’t have answers to.

“I’m missing a piece?” Your hands clutch your chest. 


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Fluffy Tails

Dean x reader

Warnings: none I think. Dean fluff?

Requested by Anon: Hiya! Can I have a Dean x Reader where the reader finds a cat on the side of the road and Dean acts all tough about cats in front of her but then she catches him cuddling and talking to the cat in private?

A/n: I kind of skipped the part about talking to the little fluff ball because I couldn’t for the life of me thinking of a way to get it in. But I loved this idea! I myself am a big dog person and not a cat fan so it was hard for me to write a cat fluff fic. I hope you like it Nonnie!

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Part of you was hoping you could sneak the bundle of fluff into your bedroom through your bag without being noticed. But of course, Cas had to go and ask you what was breathing in your backpack.

“Nothing.” You’d tried your best to walk straight past him, but Dean popped up out of nowhere and landed in front of you.

“Open up, Y/n. If it’s nothing then you won’t mind letting me see.” There wasn’t any way you’d be getting by him without opening your bag.

The second you did, a tiny furry little head poked out and let a small squeaky meow escape.

“Really? That’s nothing?” He was obviously not amused in the slightest by this.

“Uh, yeah. Nothing is their name. Guess I should’ve been more clear about that.” It was the best save you could come up with for the time being.

His eyes looked into yours, and you swore he was pretending to shoot laser beams from them and explode your head for bringing a damn animal in the bunker.

“No, absolutely not. Get it out.” His arms folded together after he set his cup of coffee down.

“Yeah no, I don’t think so. You said no dogs. Nowhere was cats mentioned.” You sasses right back at him. Sam, who stood in the background watching, only scoffed in amusement.

“Okay, fair enough. No cats. Now get it out.” His face was filled from ear to ear with irritation. But you weren’t about to throw this little fluff out.

“I found them on the side of the road. Kind of like how you found me.” You gave him your best innocent face. “Besides, if you want them out, you need an eviction notice and to give them thirty days.” No more words came from you as you walked back to your room and shut the door.

This was Dean’s room too, but of course he wasn’t about to act even the slightest bit okay with this.

Later that day, you had dragged Sam out to go get some groceries. Dean, who was still pouring, announced he’d be staying right where he was for the hour or so you’d be gone. But in a turn of events you and Sam had been four hours. Making it a little past ten when you both waltzed into the Bunker. Completely tired and out of it. The first thing you did was put away what you’d bought and then went to bed.

All the lights were off in the room, so you turned on the tv to shed some light on your surroundings. On the bed, all sprawled out in the middle. Was a totally passed out Dean all curled in a human ball with a tiny kitten digging its claws into his shirt in a needing motion as they would do to their mothers. His hand was unconsciously rubbing the small animals belly while a tiny puddle of drool began to form under his lip. Of course you couldn’t allow this opportunity for blackmail to pass you by. So naturally you took out your phone and snapped a picture.

“Dean, scoot over. I’m tired.” He had no idea you’d captured the moment on your phone.

Realizing you would see him with the cat, he ‘pushed’ it off of the bed in an ‘angry’ way.

“Stupid cat sleeping on my bed.” His words were mumbled, but his act was so not working.

“Yeah, stupid cuddle buddy cat.” You quietly replied.

“We’re not keeping it.”

“Yeah that’s what you keep saying, Winchester.”

45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

A/N: I don’t know what happened– I went to save the ask as a draft and it disappeared. So sorry, I do not know who requested this! Please comment and let me know. I found it! @mazikeen Thank you for the prompt! A/N2: Another drabble! I hope you like it. :)

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For a moment, Thranduil looked fierce, a wild thing protecting his territory.  It was the dead of night, and his door sidled open, softly, but Thranduil’s keen hearing detected the sound.

Ready to expel the bold intruder who dared to enter his rooms unbidden, Thranduil stole out of his bed and into the shadows, shrugging into a robe as he did. Peering across the darkened room, he saw a slender figure and gasped, recognition slackening his scowl–

“Legolas?” Thranduil asked, as he stepped into the swath of moonlight on the floor.

Legolas started in surprise, then hurried towards him, his eyes round and worried.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” Thranduil asked. There was no good reason his son should be awake now, and so he frowned as Legolas raced across the room.

“Ada,” Legolas said with a fraught expression, and launched himself at his father, clasping him tightly.  

Thranduil was stunned, but bent to encircle his son in his arms, holding his beloved child close.  Legolas made little gasping noises, burying his nose into his middle, and Thranduil realized he was crying, though trying very hard not to.

It pained him some to discover that his son felt he should hide his feelings from him.  Even a few years ago this wouldn’t have been true.  Legolas’s happy and inquisitive nature overrode any shame he might feel, but nothing could change the fact that his elfling was growing up.

Somewhere in the transition from child to adolescent, Legolas had learned to be self conscious of his emotions. Joy still shone through– the child couldn’t help his nature– like sunshine bursting free of the clouds, but in learning discipline and order, he thought to stifle his other feelings.

From watching me, Thranduil thought. He felt sorrow for it, but he knew no other way for a king to be.

Thranduil’s astonishment at his son’s outburst, yielded to concern. What monsters had hurt his little leaf? Thranduil would slay them all. “What is it, ion-nin?” he asked, smoothing his hand over Legolas’s scalp, resting at the base of his neck.

“I am sorry,” Legolas whimpered.  “It is very childish and stupid, my lord, but I cannot help it.”

Thranduil’s heart hurt to hear Legolas addressing him formally, to show respect and put distance between them that propriety dictated.

Legolas was at that age between childhood and young adulthood. He strove everyday to act grown up, yet was still a child.  It was very important that he be taken seriously, and he would be wounded if Thranduil dismissed his feelings.

“It must not be either of those things to upset you so,” Thranduil replied. “Tell me. I will not ridicule.”  He pulled back enough to crouch at Legolas’s feet to better see his face, and held in his surprise when he realized how tall his son had grown. In another year or two, he would be too big for such a gesture.

“I had a nightmare about you,” Legolas whispered, “and I just wanted to make sure you are okay.”

“What did you dream about?” Thranduil asked.

Legolas was quiet for a long moment, only shaking his head as he gathered his thoughts. Thranduil waited as patiently as he could for his son to speak.

“I dreamed I was in the woods, playing,” Legolas said, then frowned. “No, not playing– on patrol.”

Legolas was too young to go on patrol. It would be another twenty years before he reached the age of maturity, but Thranduil did not interrupt him with that fact.  

“You were on patrol, and then what?” Thranduil prompted.

“There was a stag and I followed him, chasing and laughing with the other elves. We ran through the woods, hardly noticing when it got darker,” Legolas said, “but it did.”

“I didn’t see the pit and I fell down and down impossibly long until the sky was ash and the air thick and I landed in mud. I was surrounded on all sides by muck and swamp. I saw the stag, his great antlers protruding from the mire. He was sinking. I lumbered towards him but was weighted down by the mud, water, and marsh plants. I couldn’t reach him in time. He sank under.

“When I got closer–,” Legolas’s voice choked off. Emotion warred across his face as he struggled to remain composed, but ultimately Legolas lost to it, his brow creasing in anguish as he heaved a sob.

“He’s you– the stag is you. You’re floating under the water. And I can’t– I can’t reach you– my hands are bound, held back by the weeds, my feet rooted by the mud– and you’re under the water– I can see you, but I can’t touch you. And you’re sinking, and so still, and floating away from me and I can’t– I can’t–.”

Thranduil threw his arms around him and pulled Legolas close. “Shhh, it’s alright,” Thranduil soothed. “You have me now, my love.”

Legolas wept openly, wailing dolefully into Thranduil’s neck.  The king swayed his child tenderly, trying to soothe his anguished heart with a strong embrace and gentle reassurances.

Legolas’s dream summoned images from his own memories.

The Dead Marshes, Thranduil thought and went still. Dagorlad.  

Elven history was part of Legolas’s lessons, and the young prince was just beginning to realize his father’s part in it.  It had been amusing when Legolas realized just how old his father was, his scant three decades of life uncomprehending of multiple millennia.

However, there was nothing amusing about this.

The battle of Dagorlad marked one of the most harrowing times in his long life. Thranduil could not think on it without feeling intense pain in his heart. The knowledge of this history should have been imparted on Legolas with great care, if not for his own young mind, but out of respect for Thranduil.

How Legolas learned about this without my consent, I do not know, Thranduil thought. There are more pressing concerns at the moment.

Thranduil’s mind raced, but there was no time for his own grief. Legolas was distressed and needed him to be present right now.

You were dead,” Legolas whispered. “I was too late. I was useless.”

Thranduil sat back on his heels, pulling away only enough to look into his eyes. His son could not know these words echoed his own from thousands of years ago on that battlefield when he’d found Oropher’s body. They were destructive, and useless words themselves, with no place in Legolas’s young mind.

“You had a bad dream,” Thranduil replied. “But that is all it is. I am not dead, nor are you too late, nor are you useless.”

It was obvious anxiety caused Legolas’s dream, his young mind reeling from what he had learned, the horror of it too much to process.

“I do not know what I would do if– if I lost you, too,” Legolas said through his tears, and he heaved an ugly sob into his arm.

Thranduil felt his own sentiment rise up, tightening his throat, but he swallowed it down, focusing on the fierce love he had for this little elf.

“You will not lose me, my love,” Thranduil said, rubbing up and down his arms, trying to comfort his son, but his words had the opposite effect.

“You cannot promise!” Legolas cried, yanking his arms free. “Nana died. Your ada died. I read about it in the book! What could stop you from dying next?”

Ah, my little scholar is reading ahead of his lessons, Thranduil thought. When Legolas was curious about something, he could be as persistent as a dog with a bone. Perhaps Legolas had thought reading about war would prepare him to be a soldier. Lately, he had been very interested in what grown ups do. Thranduil would have to remember to ask him about it later.

The Dead Marshes were macabre even to the most dauntless of soldiers, let alone a child with a vivid imagination. Corpses drifted in the murky water, anchored by rotting weeds that sprouted up like gnarled hands to tether the bodies an easy length from the surface, taunting the living with failure and loss. Despair dwelled in that moor, its legacy of sorrow bequeathed to all who had looked upon it.

Thranduil had many sleepless nights after he had returned from the Dead Marshes on a fool’s errand to see if Oropher floated among the disturbed bodies there. Though he had blessedly not found his father, what Thranduil had seen would haunt him for the rest of his days.

This is not the way I intended for Legolas to learn about his grandfather, Thranduil thought. I need to mend this if I can.

Thranduil remembered all too well the pain of losing his home, of losing his father, of losing his comrades, of losing his wife– so much loss in his long life, more than many elves experience.

I must banish my own bereavement from my mind, Thranduil thought. I must not dwell on my losses but instead on what I have learned from them.

“Without you, I’ll be all alone,” Legolas whispered, blue eyes round, and red-rimmed with tears.  “What would I do if you weren’t here with me?”

Thranduil took Legolas’s hands in his own, squeezing gently.  Such a stricken question from one so young, Thranduil thought. Elves were supposed to live for all time. That they did not, was the great tragedy of their kind.

“We cannot know what life will bring us,” Thranduil said. “It is okay to worry sometimes, Legolas. You are more capable than you realize, But there are some things we cannot control.  All we can do is enjoy life one day at a time, the best we can. Will you try to remember that?”

Legolas sniffled and nodded, and gasped, “I will try. But I am afraid, ada.”

“It is alright to be afraid, Legolas,” Thranduil replied. “We may lose people we love, but we will never lose the love they leave behind. As long as you remember that, you will always have me, and your naneth.”

Taking shuddering breathes, Legolas nodded, attempting to accept his father’s words.  “Nana loved me,” he said. “I know that. I remember.”

“You are dearly loved,” Thranduil replied.  “You are my heart, ion-nin.”

A smile brightened Legolas’s face. Throwing his arms around Thranduil’s neck, Legolas flung himself at his father, hugging him with all his might.  

Thranduil chuckled and held onto him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.  “One day, when you are older, I will tell you about the war,” Thranduil whispered, “but for now, slow down.  Do not rush these years.”

Legolas was a sniffling, red faced mess, gasping and wiping his wet face on his sleeve.

Resisting the urge to gather Legolas up in his arms and hold him like he had when he was toddling, Thranduil instead tugged gently at his hand.

“Come with me,” he said and guided Legolas towards his bathing chamber.

Thranduil brought a handkerchief to his face, prompting him to blow his nose. Pouring cool water into a basin he soaked a cloth and washed Legolas’s face, trying to ease some of the tension in his tiny brow.  

It had been a while since Thranduil had cared for Legolas like this. Feelings of both shame and pride rose up in him. How long it had been, but Thranduil was here for his son now when Legolas needed his father.

“How does that feel?” Thranduil asked.

“Better, ada,” Legolas replied.

“Drink all of this,” Thranduil said handing him a glass of water, and Legolas gulped it down without hesitation.  

When there was nothing more to do, Legolas looked away and fidgeted, reluctant to leave. Perhaps Legolas felt he was too old to ask, even though Thranduil could tell he wanted to, so Thranduil asked for him, “Would you like to stay with me tonight?”

Relief flashed across Legolas’s face and he nodded with vigor, taking Thranduil’s hand in his own. Thranduil smiled and led Legolas into his room.  

Legolas hopped up onto the bed, bouncing a few times on the large mattress before settling into the side where his mother used to sleep. A smile curved Thranduil’s lips as he watched his son perform that lighthearted action, realizing Legolas was starting to feel better.

Thranduil shrugged out of his dressing gown, and laid it over the back of his chair, then climbed into the bed next to his son. No sooner had he laid down, did Legolas burrow closer to him, wriggling like a worm until he was safe in the sheltered space between Thranduil’s arm and side.

“Good night, ada,” Legolas whispered, yawning into his chest.

“Sleep well, ion-nin,” he replied.

Sleep would be difficult for both of them to come by that night. But as they lay in the bed, warmth pooling between them, Thranduil took his own advice and simply enjoyed being in the presence of his son.


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Kallo’s Guide to Calming a Pathfinder

Okay so I’m just too damn obsessed with this ship so here, I wrote a little “day in the life” oneshot because I have no self control.

Kallo x Sara Ryder (my OC ryder) / Ao3 Link

“KALLO!!”

Kallo turned sharply to Peebee’s shout. The Asari practically barreled into his chair, knocking the data pad from his hands. “Go deal with your girlfriend!”

“… What?”

Vetra and Liam flanked Peebee; Vetra shook her head at the Asari and Liam practically snorted. Kallo reached for his data pad again, slightly annoyed but listening all the same.

“Sara just got back from the “talks”.” Vetra explained to him, an obvious nod to the political bullshit she now had to put up with and hated with a fervent passion, “She’s been grumbling down in the cargo hold ever since.”

Kallo blinked a few times, scowling. “Okay… so what do you want me to do about it?”

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Not Over You pt. 4

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,632

Warnings: language, alcohol

A/N: emotional part coming your way. it may seem final, but i got more for you all so no worries. as always, let me know if you want to be tagged.

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Originally posted by esgaroths

You stood by a rail that was holding a plethora of dresses, none of which seemed to be your style or a style that would impress Steve. You and Bucky had been shopping for a little over an hour, had gone to half a dozen stores and still you had nothing to show for it.

“I can just wear something old I have.” You huffed, pulling softly on a piece of fabric on a nice navy blue dress.

“That’s nice.” Bucky pointed out.

“Yeah, I suppose.” You looked at the floor. “Should I try it on?”

“You haven’t tried anything on. It couldn’t hurt.” He shrugged as he picked out a few more. “Might as well add these to the list.” The colors he’d picked were nothing you would have picked for yourself: a bright pink, a canary yellow, and a burnt orange.

You stared at the dresses and then looked at Bucky, a look of disgust painting itself across your face. “You can’t be serious.”

“Well you haven’t been picking anything out.” He said, emphasizing how difficult you were being.

“I just,” You sigh softly. “I can’t help but think this is all for nothing. I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at Sharon. I know what that look is.”

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Imagine:

You’re trying to find out what Mick looked like when he had hair, and Leonard is willing to help…for a price…

*~*~*~*~*

“That’ll be thirty dollars…”

Thirty dollars?!

“That’s what I said, Doll Face.”

“But you didn’t mention anything about that last time!!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Leonard cast you a leery smile as he waved the back of the ever-so-mysterious photograph in your face. “Did I say that this was for free?”

A heated flush burned your cheeks.

While you have had many dealings with the kleptomaniac in the past - most of which resulted in his favor - he’d never charged you this much before.

Probably ‘cause he knows he can get away with it, you thought bitterly.

Leonard was the only one who knew of your crush on his partner and he exploited you as often as he could to keep it secret. Half the time, you hated him for it (for obvious reasons).

But, the other half…

You were happy.

He gave you someone to talk to without criticism and offered insightful opinions and memories that many couldn’t provide.

Although that still doesn’t change the fact that he’s an ass…

Pouting, you crossed your arms and stared at Leonard, hard. Of course, your actions didn’t phase him; but, for old time’s sake, he played along.

Fine,” he drawled, throwing his hands up in pretend surrender, “Because you’re a special customer, I’ll give you a discount…”

You narrowed your eyes.

“What kind of discount?” You asked him.

“A generous one,” Leonard replied in a deceptively charming voice. “I’ll give you the picture for free…if you do me a little favor.”

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OMG I requested the princess daughters :D I love them <3 Can I please request something for them as teenagers? They are so sweet!

Ah, I’m so glad you loved them as tiny tots- and thanks for coming back for more LOL! <3 Sorry it took so long to get back to you btw- I didn’t realise how many request were flowing through and I just lost track of it all and… well yeah anyways, here it is! :D Also, since writing those, I have established my own OC as Cor’s daughter called ‘Kari Leonis’ xD So that will be the name that I use in the Cor drabble (which by the way, got out of hand which explains the length of it)! :) Here’s the link to the princess daughters if ya’ll haven’t checked that out yet!

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Cor: Cor frowned at his daughter- well, not at his daughter per say… it was more her outfit that was the problem. Kari stopped in her tracks, looked down at her clothes, and then proceeded to heave a dramatic sigh of exasperation.

“Papa… I am not changing into something else. I’m going out on a DATE for Six’s sake! I can’t wear my uniform out-”

“It’s Gladio, he’ll understand.” Cor cut in, his voice a deadpan as he lifted his cup of tea and sipped at it. His steel blue eyes bore into his daughter’s own striking eyes with intensity and authority, but Kari stared right back with defiance.

“You’re being so uncool right now!” Kari rolled her eyes at her father and walked towards the fruit bowl to grab an apple for the road. Cor’s eyes trailed up and down in a critical manner over his precious princess’ outfit, and he couldn’t help but snort slightly. This drew Kari’s annoyed attention. “Oh my Six, what?!”

Cor shook his head, amused. “Nothing. Just… I know you. You’re going to be wishing you wore some pants outside. You can’t stand the cold and you’re wearing a skirt. And sandals? Not practical dear. Also, that blouse is not going to keep you warm- did you pack a cardigan into that small clutch of yours or…?” Cor trailed off, fully grinning now at his extremely annoyed fifteen year old daughter. Kari groaned loudly, before gazing down at her outside and letting out a short scream of frustration.

She immediately turned on her heel, throwing the apple directly at the legendary marshal’s head (which he caught, obviously), before darting up the stairs of their modest home towards her room. Cor couldn’t help but chuckle at his daughter’s cute antics- why was she trying so hard to impress Gladio? He’d already seen her at her worst when she had yelled rather scarily at Noctis in the Citadel one day for stealing her phone and running off with it in jest- the prince had been reduced to tears and apparently Gladio found that attractive at the time. Go figure…

Kari soon came down the stairs, wearing a simple ensemble consisting of dark blue skinny jeans, high-top leather boots, a simple white tank top and a studded leather jacket. Cor nodded in approval, taking a sip of his now cool tea. “Much better Kari.”

“Shut up Immortal.” Kari seethed, before softening her features when she detected her father’s expression change slightly from amused to hurt in a matter of a short moment. Kari shook her head and sighed, feeling embarrassed and terrible at the same time. Her temper… she’d inherited that from her mother. Cor loved that about his daughter, but there were times when she crossed the line and said things that really hit him where it hurt.

“You should go now. Gladio’s waiting.” Cor spoke up, his voice level and low. He stared at his daughter with an impartial expression on his face. Kari’s face immediately fell as she realised she screwed up. Immediately, Cor’s little princess fished her phone out of her back pocket and sent a text to someone. She looked up from her phone with a sorry smile on her face before taking a seat on the dining table right next to her papa. Cor regarded her with a raised eyebrow. “What? Go. You’ll be late.”

“I told him I’ll meet him some other time. Sorry papa, I didn’t mean to bring that up…” Kari trailed off, her breath hitching as her shoulders shook. Cor sighed and let his own shoulders slump at the sight of his sweet daughter breaking down beside him. Wary of the studs on her leather jacket, Cor wrapped his strong arms around his baby girl and pulled her into his chest as she wept sorrowfully at the thought of hurting her one and only papa.

“It’s okay sweet heart. I know you didn’t.” Cor pressed his lips to the top of Kari’s head and pulled her closer into his chest. Kari sighed as she breathed in the familiar scent of her father, and she smiled through her tears.

“I’m so mean to you papa.”

“No you’re not. You’re just going through puberty.” Cor responded light heartedly. Kari snorted through her sobs in mirth before snuggling into her father’s warmth.

“I love you papa bear.”

Cor smiled, not having been called papa bear by his daughter since she was seven years old. “I love you too, my baby bear. Now… if you’re feeling better, you should probably go see Gladio. I hear he got paid yesterday and he wanted to take you to your favourite diner for some grub.” Kari’s eyes lit up as she pulled away and stared up at her father with wide eyes.

“Really?” she asked, excited. Cor smirked and nodded.

“Really. Get going now, before Gladio opts to take the boys out instead. I hear Noctis is fond of the fries there…”

Kari immediately bolted up, not forgetting to peck her father’s stubbled cheek, before racing out the door. Cor’s eyes landed on the fruit he’d caught from Kari’s projectile attack on him earlier.

She’d forgotten her apple.


Noctis: Noctis is the type of dad who spies on every little thing his teen daughter does because he’s worried about her welfare. She’s a real princess after all- who knew what kinds of shady characters were hanging around her, trying to use her to get into a role of power and influence amongst the Lucian Royal Guard. Noctis hides behind pillars, watching his daughter interact with the people of the palace, as well as visiting dignitaries. He often gets caught by his Queen, who merely rolls her eyes at him and goes on about her own duties. After all, someone had to do the duties for the day and it sure wasn’t going to be Noctis given that he was pre-occupied with stalking his own daughter around the Citadel.

Noctis is also the type of dad who complains about how fast his daughter is growing up. There was one particular incident where the princess of Lucis had to wear some sheer pink lip gloss because the cold, cry winter had made her lips dry and chapped. The moment Noctis had seem the simple balm on her pink lips, he had lost it and begun an unofficial inquiry around the Citadel asking for information about who exactly was the one who had supplied his precious baby girl with makeup at the tender age of fourteen. The Queen had been the one to diffuse the situation, quite literally by throwing her glass of water in the King’s face during lunch.

“Your majesty, shut the hell up. I gave her the lip gloss- she felt uncomfortable because of her chapped lips so I lent her mine!” Noctis had been quiet after that, but he was still concerned. Especially when he spied one of the youngsters in his Glaive eying his baby girl as she walked by in her simple black gown, her lips glossy and pretty and pink.

That night, Noctis wept into his pillow because he was beginning to realise that he wasn’t going to be able to protect and oversee his baby girl’s movements and activities forever. Some lucky horn dog was going to win her over and he would just be the guy who was once the man his princess adamantly insisted would be her husband.

That title… would soon be passed on to someone else. And that very thought, was terribly depressing.


Prompto: When Prompto’s daughter was little, he didn’t mind dressing up for her pretend tea parties with all her god sisters. As a matter of fact, he had revelled in those moments. Those were precious times where his baby girl would giggle and scream in delight at his silly antics, and those loud cries of joys still remain in his heart, even in the present as he laid a fancy table out in his quaint back yard full of Ignis’ baking and other goodies. His daughter had requested a real tea party as a rite of passage, much like her other god sisters, for her fourteenth birthday.

While Prompto was of a common background, Noctis and the others had graciously lent him and his wife their own resources to make his daughter’s tea become a reality. Noctis had even offered the Citadel’s court yard as the tea’s venue, but Prompto had to say no to that. He wanted his baby girl’s birthday to take place at his own home where he had assumed she would be comfortable.

That was his first mistake.

“Daddy, Uncle Noctis called up and asked me to ask you if you were sure about not having my birthday in his gardens. Why did you say no in the first place? Everyone would have been so impressed!” Prompto sighed and shook his head, smiling softly at his daughter.

“That’s not our home sweet pea- this is.”

Prompto’s daughter huffed and rolled her eyes, breaking Prompto’s heart a little with her actions. “I wish it were my home… this place is a drag.”

The blond Crownsguard placed the last of Ignis’ sandwiches onto the table and turned to his daughter- still smiling. His wife looked on at Prompto with pity in her eyes- he was always smiling for his little girl. Even when there were times she didn’t seem to deserve it. She could be cruel, but it wasn’t her fault. She was just trying to fit in with the crowd she’d known her whole life. Unfortunately, that crowd was the Royal Family itself, and that meant that standards for teen girl life were inflated substantially.

Prompto and his significant other really tried their best for their daughter with what they had, but it sometimes felt like it wasn’t enough for their little girl. Prompto was alright with that- he somehow understood. He knew that it wasn’t actually his little girl being difficult- she just didn’t want to be so different from her childhood friends.

The blond father hated taking help from Noctis for things to do with finance and providing his daughter with what she wanted. Prompto felt like everything given to his daughter should be within his capacity to provide… but his capacity to provide didn’t quite sate his girl’s wants. And that broke his heart- he felt like he’d failed.

The tea party had gone fine, despite that small fall-out between father and daughter earlier in the day. The girls had all come by, gushed about his daughter’s small garden that she had kept since she was a little girl, and they all enjoyed Ignis’ five-star tea food. When everyone had left, and all good byes were said, Prompto found himself tucking his daughter into bed. She always insisted he did because despite being grown-up and independent, she was still afraid of the dark, and of the monsters that were said to lurk in the dark not so long ago.

Pressing a kiss to his precious girl’s forehead and then cheek, Prompto smiled yet again at his baby. She smiled back up at him, albeit a little sadly.

“Daddy… you don’t have to smile all the time. Especially when I make you sad. I’m really sorry Daddy. I love you and you’re the best Daddy I could ever hope to have. I’m older now so I’ll try to be more understanding and appreciative of all the stuff you do for me. I love you so much Daddy.”

Prompto grinned at his daughter’s words.

“For you, I’ll smile no matter what because from the moment you came into my life, you became my darling sunshine and you’ll always be my sunshine no matter how bratty you get. Now go to bed, you must be pooped.” Prompto’s teen daughter giggled and snuggled into her covers with a content sigh.

“Thanks Daddy. Nighty night.”

Prompto’s sky blue eyes glazed over as he was overwhelmed by love for his precious baby girl. “Nighty night sweet heart.”


Gladio: Gladio frowned at the boy sitting opposite him at his dining table. He ignored his fifteen year old daughter’s sharp elbow digging into his side as he stared down his daughter’s so-called-boyfriend with hard amber eyes. The boy was visibly covering, but he still maintained eye contact with the King’s Shield. That was a good sign.

“So, boy- what are your intentions with my daughter?” Gladio started off strong with his interrogation. He ignored the gasp and hard slap from his daughter on his bicep, staring straight at the young man who as opening his mouth hesitantly to speak. He looked like a bean pole. There was no way he was good enough for his daughter. No way…

“My name is Angus-” the boy began, only to be waved off by Gladio.

“I don’t want your life story, I want to know what you’re doing to my daughter. Are you banging her or something?” Gladio grunted as his daughter slapped him upside the head. Hard.

“DADDY YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME!” she screeched, absolutely mortified. Gladio shook his head and shot a glare at his baby girl.

“No, sweet pea, I am protecting you.” Gladio corrected his girl before turning his gaze back towards the young man. He ignored his daughter’s frustrated groan and watched the young man sweat in his seat.

“Um… no, we’re virgins. Well, I am- I don’t know about her…” the boy trailed off, unsure. Gladio raised his eyebrows at the boy.

“Are you calling my daughter a slut?” Gladio deadpanned. The boy immediately spluttered and shook his head desperately to right his wrongs. Gladio didn’t notice and amused smirk on his daughter’s face at her boyfriend’s slip-up. Sure, she was embarrassed BUT the whole situation was pretty hilarious in her humble opinion. She sat back on her seat, resigned to having her boyfriend interrogated, and decided to just watch the proceedings.

“No sir, gods no! I just meant that the topic never even came up. We’ve been talking about other things because I advocate for abstinence sir. As a matter of fact, I think sex is gross!” Gladio almost laughed out loud at how desperately the boy was trying to gain his favour. The kid was alright. A little odd, but alright. Gladio leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest, mirroring his daughter’s posture unknowingly.

“What are you? Twelve? How could you think sex is gross? Sex is a man’s lifeblood. It’s our pride, my boy. If you’re gonna go my girl, she better enjoy herself.”

Gladio’s daughter gasped and slapped her father again, scandalised.

“DADDY THAT’S GROSS!”

“What, you want to never experience a real orgasm in your life? Ask you mother, it’s probably the best thing she’s ever experienced in her life!” Gladio’s daughter made gagging noises and promptly stood from her seat and made her way around the table towards her terrified boyfriend.

“Come on Angus- this man is not normal. Let’s go have dinner elsewhere. I have an uncle who lives not far from here- Uncle Ignis might have some leftovers we could have or something…” As Gladio’s daughter pulled her boyfriend out of the house, Gladio smirked and called out after them.

“Hey- I’ll call your Uncle Ignis and have him give you guys ‘the talk’- he’s really good at it too! He has diagrams and videos and educational pamphlets about STIs. You’ll have a blast!”

The last thing Gladio heard before the front door shut closed was a frustrated scream from his baby girl. Gladio loved being a troll dad.


Ignis: It’s one in the morning when Ignis hears the front door open and shut gently. He hears his daughter’s tell-tale feet shuffling on the tiles in their home and he sighs in exasperation, pushing himself off the sofa he was idling on, waiting for her to arrive back home from her ‘date’. Ignis straightened himself before he cleared his throat loudly, earning a sharp gasp from his seventeen year old daughter.

“Papa… I didn’t know you were still awake,” Ignis hears his daughter’s uncharacteristically dull and sniffly voice call out to him from where she stood frozen near the front door. It was then that Ignis knew that something was up. There was something wrong with his daughter, and he wanted to know exactly what it was. Berating her for being late home past her curfew could wait till later.

“Dearest, how was your night?” Ignis asked, careful to make sure his voice didn’t sound accusing or harsh. A sharp sniffle from his daughter startled him slightly and he stumbled his way over to her trembling body, unable to see her, but feeling her distressed presence in the room.

Soon enough, Ignis had his arms protectively around his daughter’s frame and his precious girl absolutely melted against him, tired, broken and absolutely miserable. Ignis noted that her hair was tangled rather badly and smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He didn’t ask though- he didn’t want to sound accusing.

He just wanted to know what had caused her so much distress. He wanted to know why his daughter was hurting so badly. And so he just ran his hand through her hair the best he could and patted her back as he rocked her side to side in his arms protectively until she calmed down enough to talk.

“Daddy… he was horrible. I said I didn’t want to go in that place but he said he’d only be in there for a minute so I followed him in. It was so disgusting and there were so many people in that place. They were all dancing on each other and there was so much drinking and smoking and it was horrible. And then he grabbed me from behind and he… he…” Ignis fought the urge to clench his fists as his daughter dissolved into another fit of tears. Vague as her explanations of the night were, Ignis got an ironically clear picture of what had gone down with his daughter and her good for nothing boyfriend.

“Did he touch you inappropriately? In a manner that hurt you? In a manner that warrants special attention from the Royal Guard?” Ignis whispered, absolutely seething as he gently soothed his daughter’s hair.

“No… I kicked him where it hurts and ran back home. I lost my shoes on the way but… I’m safe now. I don’t ever want to see that man again.” Ignis’ darling daughter cried quietly. Ignis nodded and sighed into her matted hair.

“You won’t have to see him again. I promise you. And well done- you did good sweet heart. Now, let me check your feet for any injuries.”

As Ignis ran his fingers gently on the delicate skin of his daughter’s feet, he was overcome with wonder at just how grown up she was. His daughter couldn’t hold back a small giggle at the ticklish feeling on her feet, and Ignis was relieved to know that some things still remained the same.

He gently massaged his daughter’s sore feet with his hands and leaned down to press kisses adoringly on the feet he used to kiss playfully when his daughter was still a little baby. The young female Scientia gasped and pulled her feet away, laughing in embarrassment.

“Papa, I’m too old for that now!” she cried out quietly. Ignis smiled and shook his head, patting his daughter’s calf in acknowledgement.

“I know- it’s a shame. You used to scream in delight when I did that- you were such a cute baby. You’ll always be my cute baby. And I’ll always protect you- even with my disability.” Silence met Ignis’ ears before he heard his daughter shuffle towards him on the sofa the y had re-located to. He felt her place her arms around his waist and he returned her hug gently.

“Thank you papa. I love you.”

Ignis nodded into his beautiful daughter’s matted hair and sighed. “I love you too sweet pea. Off to bed now- my lecture on the importance of punctuality can wait till the morning.”

bajillionkittens  asked:

For the 1000 Follower Special, the first one I locked eyes on: 44. Shiro and the Holts. Bonus points for angst and mama Holt.

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!


Shiro wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to the point where Earth felt surreal, but here he was.

It had been a week going back and forth between the Garrison, Washington DC and New York.  A week of first proving they were alive, then proving they were safe, then proving they were right.  A week of hearing the words ‘pilot error’, which still sent a jolt of cold betrayal through him with every utterance.  And it was amazing how people still clung to that story: they’d had years to absorb it, and even seeing Shiro, Sam and Matt alive somehow didn’t shake it.  Instead, they believed Shiro’s pilot error had gotten them captured.

Shiro really didn’t like that assumption.

Matt and Sam seemed to hate it.

Finally, they’d been allowed to head home.  And Shiro had been invited to go along with the Holts immediately, but he’d refused.  For one, Dr. Holt deserved at least some one-on-one time with her actual family, no matter how often he was told that he belonged there.  It was about her getting to reconnect, not Shiro.

That and he’d had a goal.

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Bathroom Boy - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hello could you do a Fred Weasley x reader or use my name (Jess) where Fred refuses to play pranks on the reader and George catches on to why and pulls pranks on the both of them to get them together lots of fluff please and can the reader (Jess) be in Gryffindor please? Thanks in advance
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Hey,could you do some Fred x reader,in which he runs into the girl bathroom(could be the prefects bathroom,‘cause you know maybe the marauders map told him the password or something)and then he listen to the reader singing in the shower,and he’s concentrating so much in the singing that he forgets to leave?i know it may be quite difficult LOVE your blog btw❤️❤️❤️
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A/n: Finally posting a story after a long period of time! I’m sorry to every single one of my followers for not posting in while. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post another imagine Tuesday just for you guys!

I decided to combine these imagines to spice things up like that salt guy from the Internet. Hope you like it.

(P.s. I know Adele wasn’t a thing back in this time but I love this song so, please excuse me. Also, the reader was singing this song just for Fred.)

-Fred Weasley’s POV-

“I’m bored”

“What do you want to do?” I ask my twin brother. It was Christmas break and we stayed here at Hogwarts as our parents went to Romania to visit our brother Charlie. Christmas at Hogwarts is definitely magical yet as the years pass Christmas is the same every year. We were in our dormitory, I looked out our window watching the snow fall onto the grounds of the school.

“Let’s prank someone!” George says out of nowhere, we really hadn’t had the time to prank someone due to exams but since it’s break. Why not?

“Let’s put a box of fever fudge in Filch’s office!”

“Can’t. Mcgonagall caught us last time for that one, she’ll know it’s us.” I remind him.

“Hmm… Snape? Puking pastilles?” He suggested.

“I don’t feel like hiding for my life”

“Oo! I know! That girl in our transfiguration class, Katie’s partner. I forgot her name.”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)” I said immediately regretting it.

“You know her?”

“Well, not really. We just have classes together, that’s all.”

“I reckon you’re not telling me the truth mate.”

“I am! I hardly know her.” That was a complete lie and George knows it. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is the most beautifulest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her laugh and her smile makes me all warm and makes me act like a complete idiot around her. She’s kind, loving, smart and I know how cliche I sound but it’s true.

She always puts everyone else’s needs first. She never lets anyone give her crap and she stands up for what she believes in, I remember that one time when Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood. (Y/n) was so mad, she bewitched him by using the petrificus totalus spell and kicked dirt in his face. I fell for her even more that day but I don’t really know if she knows that I exist.

Yes, we have classes together but does she know me? We look at each other sometimes, pass smiles, send waves but there’s a question that nags me all the time, if I don’t find the answer soon, I feel like I’ll never find it. Does she like me too? I know that yes could possibly be an impossible answer but what if that slight chance of possibly comes true.

“Besides the fact that you’re lying to me, we should prank her. She stayed this break. We s-”

“No, I’m not going to prank her” I told him. George smirked and pushed himself up off the bed.

“What is it that your hiding brother?” His voice laced with the sound of amusement.

“Nothing” I say calmly trying to hide the fact that I’m obviously lying. I stand as his smirking figure makes me uncomfortable “Stop it, bloke”

“Whether your willing or not, I will find out!” He says as I leave the room, I roll my eyes.

“Sure you will!”

~The Next Day~

“Hey mate” The voice of George entering my ears. I was extremely cautious all day yesterday since his little remark. I’ve kept to myself but right now he seems normal. No smirk, no devilish glint in his eyes. Just a normal George Weasley. “I brought you this butterbeer from Hogsmead, I was just there with Lee” he grinned passing me the cup.

“Thanks” I say, I look in the cup as if expecting something to jump out of it.

“Well aren’t you going to drink it?” I look up at him.

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s your favorite and I got it just for you. Honestly mate, do you think I poisoned it or something?” He was right, I was just overreacting. I took a large gulp from it then I felt this strange feeling overcome me.

“How do you feel?” He asks

“Unsure.” I say without even thinking as if I didn’t have any control.

“Why?”

“Because I know you’re up to something” Then I realized what he’s done. He put Veritaserum in my butterbeer to make me tell the truth. He was grinning widely, I stood up and ran as far away as I could from him.

“Fred wait! I still have questions!” I heard George say but I kept running. I ran to the nearest door but it was locked. The next one locked but the one at the end of the hall was open. I sneak in and close the door quietly but I freeze in place as I hear the water running. I turn around and realize, from all of the surroundings, that I was in the prefects bathroom. I put my hand on the knob and was about to twist it but I heard footsteps.

“Fred! Come on! I stole that batch from Snape’s cabinets and I don’t want to do it again.” I walk away from the door silently but from every step I take the more closer and closer the sound of water running gets closer.

“Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true”

I knew instantly that it was her. Her angelic voice filling the bathroom, I remember her voice because I would often her hear hum or sing before class would start. I get closer to the showers to hear her voice more clearly.

“But if by chance you’re here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I’ve been by myself all night long
Hoping you’re someone I used to know”

I stood there listening as if I were in a trance, it was hard to move away.

“Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I’m so mad I’m getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like song
When we were young”

The water stopped running and the curtain opened.

“Fred!” She screamed holding her towel against her chest.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“When we were young” I stopped singing as I turned the water knob to stop the water. I grabbed my towel off the railing and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed the curtain and moved it aside.

“Fred!” I screamed holding my towel tightly against my chest.

“I- I’m sorry.” He stuttered

“What are you doing in here?” I asked slipping on my slippers. I actually wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I trust Fred although I’ve never really met him fully. He seems nice, I have him for mostly all my classes.

“I’m hiding from my brother.” He says quickly as if willing. I smile due to him sounding like a child.

“I’m sorry if you heard me.” I whisper picking up my clothes “I know I’m not very good at singing.”

“Are you mad? You’re amazing” he said, I look at him and I can’t help but smile widely.

“Really?” I ask. He nods his head rapidly, he seems to be staring at me quite intently. I just realized that we’ve been having a conversation while I was wearing nothing but a towel making me chuckle to myself that it’s actually happening.

“What are you looking at?” I joke.

“You”

“Why?” I can’t help but ask quickly without thinking.

“Because your beautiful” I smile at him.

“Um…” I try to hide the blush that’s rushing up to my cheeks. “Can you leave so I can change? It’s kinda getting cold in here” I laugh briefly.

“Oh, sorry. Sorry. I’ll just leave” he said while walking backwards, I wave slightly but laugh as he bumps into the wall. He says bye and then quickly disappears behind the door. I smile to myself as I change into my clothes. Fred is something else and I like that.

~The Next Day~

~Fred’s POV~

“I can’t believe you did that to me” I mumbled to George as I played with my porridge.

“What? Me?” He acted shocked “I was trying to get the truth but you choose to take the hard way”

“I could have told you without you putting Veritaserum in my butterbeer!”

“Well, I didn’t know that you were going to run into the prefects bathroom with that serum in your system. Well, you told her all that good things that you like about her right?” He said innocently.

“Yeah but what if she asked me if I liked her? Then she would probably think that I’m some weirdo listening to her shower.” George shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, bathroom boy.” I turn my head to the side to see (Y/n) smiling down to me. She sits besides me and begins to eat. George stands up giving me a smirk before actually walking away.

“I’m really really sorry about yesterday”

“Don’t worry about it. At least I got a compliment out of it.”

“You’re a really good singer, you should join Choir”

“No, I don’t sing well.”

“Yeah, you do”

“How do I know if you aren’t lying to me?”

“Remember yesterday when I told you that you were a good singer.” She nodded “I wasn’t lying. My brother gave me Veritaserum”

“Is that why you were hiding from your brother?” She smiles.

“Yeah but your should join.”

“I might but I- Ah!” She screamed and I yelled as cold liquid fell on top of us. I open my eyes to see bright red paint all over me and (Y/n).

“Oh my god” she said and then out of nowhere she laughed. Glitter gold and black fell to top it off.

“George!” I yell.

“It wasn’t me mate” he said innocently but I knew that he was lying. I was about to kill him but I was distracted by her laugh. It was filled with such joy, it made me start laughing. Soon, after we both got cleaned off we sat in front of the fire in the common room.

“When we were in the bathroom and I asked you why you were staring at me… Did you really mean it when you called me beautiful?” She whispered looking at me

“Of course I did” but before I knew it she kissed me. I cupped her face and brought her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. We pulled back after a few seconds when we were out of breath.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Weasley”

~~Kristian

(It’s been a while since I’ve ended an imagine with I love you)

Assist Me (Part 7)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger

Word Count:1337

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: angst? 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -  Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Bucky waited for you outside the tower, keeping a safe distance from your car but still close to it. He made sure he got there before you could leave because he knew you would try and avoid him. While he felt guilty, he hoped that when he talked to you, you would see his perspective. What he did was upsetting, and he was aware of it, but he really had good intentions throughout it.

He really wasn’t supposed to be outside just standing there. Anyone could recognize him and that could result in violence or crowding.

It took you longer to exit than he expected. There was no way you left already, because your car was still there. He waited patiently, checking his phone every now and then to respond to notifications.

When you began to walk out, Bucky looked around casually, trying to appear as if he had not been eyeing that exit door for a while.

Your eyes met with his. He looked hopeful as you slowly walked towards him. You immediately shifted from looking at him to looking around you. He stood straight and had his hands placed in his pockets. A few strands of hair fell in front of his face because of the breeze. The harsh winds hitting against you pulled you closer to car with ease.

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anonymous asked:

If you know anything about the pairing between Qui-Gon Jinn and Tahl Uvain you could do a Beauty and the Beast AU? Or even for Anakin and Padmé.

I do know Tahl but, unfortunately, it’s Qui-Gon I can’t seem to write.
Also, this was absolutely not what I intended to write, but Padmé doesn’t do the princess-in-distress very well


The Beast reeled back, massive hand-paws going to his fanged snout, with a startled expression as he stared at the tall woman in front of him.

“Did you just hit me ?!”
“Of course I did ! You blackmailed my father, trapped me in an enchanted castle and growled at me first thing in the morning,” Padmé said, fists on her hips. “What did you expect, that I’d go cry on my bed and curse my bad luck while waiting for someone to save me ? Tough”.

She left with a huff, taking long strides across the dining room, only stopping to grab a basket full of pastries, banging the door behind her.
Well.
The ‘falling in love’ part of his curse would not be a problem, at last.

*

The ‘being loved in return’, however, was proving to be trickier. Everytime he tried to talk to her, she would prove to be infuriating, nagging him about him letting her go, that she had nothing to say to a jailor, and if the tried to argue, she would run circles around him until he wasn’t even sure what he was trying to prove in the first place.
That was always the moment he snapped, his temper getting the better of him, and she ended up either leaving or hitting him and then leave.

He tried gifts, then. That had been a disaster. If she had looked like she did like the clothes at first, as soon as he opened his big mouth to tell her how pretty she’d look, he had gotten a glare, a comment about how she wasn’t a doll to dress up, and the closet had remained firmly shut ever since.

*

Padmé stared as she stepped into the garden. Usually, it would be the one place, with the library, where she was sure she would not encounter the Beast. He seemed to like being gloomy and roam the west wing of the castle instead of going out into the sun.

“What… are you doing ?” she could not help but ask.

He was rolling into the grass, squirming.

“I… have sand stuck in my fur.”
Padmé snorted, involuntarily. “Sand ?”
“There is nothing amusing about that!” growled the beast. “Sang is rough and gets everywhere !”
“Well then, maybe you should have bought your castle elsewhere than on a beach.”

The beast growled at her but not for long, groaning as he tried to scratch at his back. It was… totally ridiculous.
She had stopped fearing him very quickly, because he acted more like a young, spoiled man rather than a terrifying killer, but she was loathe to admit he was starting to grow on her.

“Come here.” she finally gave in, approaching. “I’ll help you, if you have a brush.”
“I don’t have a brush, I’m not a girl.”

Padmé only raised an eyebrow at him. NOBODY with that much fur to care for lacked the proper tools.

“It gets stuck.”
“Oh stars, you’re just a big baby.”

*

“And who, exactly, told you to come ?” growled Padmé.
“Why, my dearest Padmé, we’re here to rescue you, of course.” answered Sheev Palpatine with a smile. “Deliver you from the Beast…”
Padmé snorted. “I’m quite capable of delivering myself if I so choose.” she said, still standing between the armed men and the injured Beast.
“Well, then, avenging your father, at last, for he was cruelly kil-…”

A sharp laughed interrupted him.

“My father lives here, invited by our host at my demand, since we were tired of leaving in your small-minded town, Sheev. Now, leave, or you won’t like the consequences.”

Palpatine frowned.

“As you saw, I’m quite capable of dealing with your pet monster. Now, you will listen to me, you little tart…”

Padmé growled.

Goodbye, Sheev. Obi-Wan, if you would…”

The animated candelabrum gave her a big grin, stepping next to the arrogant mayor and putting his candle-hands in front of him, blowing hard.
A jet of flames went up, directly towards Palpatine’s backside.

*

“At least, I got to see you… one last time.” whispered the Beast.

Padmé snorted, kissing him on the forehead.

“Anakin, you’re sick with the flu, not dying.”
“…How do you know my name ?”
“You gifted me a whole library. With family records, Anakin.”
“Uh.”

The cursed prince left sheepish eyes towards her.

“There wouldn’t happened to have the records of my curse there, would it.”
“What do you think ?”
“Well… what do you think ?” Anakin asked, a bit fearful of her answer.
“I think that you’re the biggest baby on this planet, that you have an awful temper and the manners of a spoiled prince. But if you’re worried, I do love you, you dork.”

At least the curse had the added benefit of taking the flu with it when it was broken.


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