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without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Could you please give us your two cents about how this 2CT is gonna go down with regards to Lizzy? Bc before when I thought there was only one Ciel I was 100% on board the ship. Now that it's confirmed there are two... I just, I mean, I know Lizzy is going to be with O!Ciel, but like R!Ciel is just so freaking alluring, like??? She's always been in love with the R!, but she never knew she was giving that love to O! And asdfdjslsjc I just I don't know what to think anymore!!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your question, I have so much to say I don’t even know where to begin haha :D 

This is going to get pretty long, but basically I feel that we may see:

- o!Ciel having to acknowledge once and for all that he treasures Lizzy, and that everything he’s done for her has been because of his own feelings and not because of playing the part of the dutiful fiancé.


- Lizzy making a conscious, informed choice and choosing to remain by o!Ciel’s side. Thus showing o!Ciel that if he just trusts, if he just gives people a chance—people can love him for whom he is, rather than just compare him to his brother and find him paling in comparison.  


R!Ciel will just be a catalyst and an agent during all of this, because he’s there to force their hands and make them face each other and their pasts. What remains to be seen is if he’ll actually care for Lizzy the way he used to in the past, or if she’ll just be a chess-piece for him. Whatever it is he does, he is surely going to be pretty manipulative and sly lol 

Since this arc has already brought to the table that o!Ciel is frightened of being happy, I think this is when he’ll have to take out his claws, be selfish—in an entirely different way—put his foot down and say: no. These people care about me, and I want them in my life even if I’m going to make them suffer. You can’t have them.  

At the same time, it should also be the arc where o!Ciel comes to appreciate himself more. Not his identity as head of the Phantomhive house or as a stand-in for his stronger, more capable brother. But as whom he actually is, because he has people who love him dearly and care for him and will be ready to remind him of how much he’s worth in their eyes and why.

I think that’s going to be one of the keys from here on out, because otherwise Yana wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. However, that’s all assuming Yana will give us a break and let o!Ciel reach a nice development threshold before pulling the rug underneath his feet again for whatever it is she has planned next lol It all depends on how dark she wants the manga to be and on how close (or far) we’re to the end. 

Now for all the otp ramblings! lol 

I have made a couple of posts about Lizzy and 2CT HEREHERE, HERE and HERE and those are probably more organized than this one is going to be. But since I can’t seem to shut up about this, here we go!

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iamaquackson  asked:

Can you do a Tom x Reader where Tom and the reader have been dating for like 3 months, secretly. They both are in the Spider-Man sequel together and tom takes a Instagram story video and plays around with the reader. everything in the video was friendly until they kissed in the end and the reader was like "don't post it lol" and tom accidentally did. then everything was blowing up on social media. they had an interview the next day just all about them dating. They lived together for the "movie"

Tom x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 990

A/N: It is probably a little bit different than from what you expected, sorry. Hope you like it anyways @iamaquackson <3


Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

You were sitting on the couch of your shared flat with your back leaning against the armrest. Tom sat down normally on it while your legs were resting on his lap. Softly he was caressing your leg from your knee down to the end of your jeans.

“Watching TV with this young lady.” Tom suddenly spoke up. You looked up from your phone only to see him filming with his own. “Don’t call me ‘lady’.” You chuckled. “I said young lady.” Cocking an eyebrow at you he justified himself. “Still.” The video ended and he posted it to his Instagram story.

Again he started filming. “Stop filming me!” You laughed before getting up and starting to walk away from him. Quickly he grabbed your waist with his free hand, pulling you back abruptly, giving you no chance to flee, and causing you to fall onto his lap. You were a giggling mess as he tickled your side when you were leaning backwards a little.

You connected your lips with his, deepening the kiss by placing your hand on the back of his head after he had stopped moving his hand around on your sides.

“Don’t post that!” You demanded afterwards. “Relax. It got cut off, you can’t see the kiss anymore.” Without checking and believing what he had just said he went ahead and posted it to his Instagram story as well. “Come on, let‘s go to bed, we gotta get up early tomorrow.” He was right. You two were in for a show in London tomorrow that usually is early in the morning, live.


The next morning you looked at your phone seeing it was exploding. So many tweets you were tagged in and Instagram posts as well. As you saw what the fuss was all about you gave Tom the most dangerous glare ever. “Thomas. Stanley. Fucking. Holland. Are you out of your mind?!” You showed him what was going on as you both rewatched his Instagram story from last night.

“I am so sorry. I-I don’t know what to say.” The brunette nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Sighing you call the number of your publicist. She picked up quickly and you could feel the anger through the phone. “Yeah I know what you said, it wasn’t planned. I swear.” “Yeah we’ll have to deal with that today at the interview. Again I am sorry.”

After hanging up you stare at Tom, still enraged. “Are you-” “Yes Tom. I am mad. This is what I mean. You need to be a little bit more careful as a person with your amount of fame.” You stormed into the bathroom pushing past him before getting ready for the interview. 

On the way to the studio you didn’t say a word. “Oh come on. I thought you wanted to be able to go out like a normal couple and all.” “Hold on, you did this intentionally?” “No, of course not. But maybe it was fate telling us it’s better that way.” Tom joked trying to cheer you up. Desperately you tried to stop your mouth from curling up into a grin but this boy just made you smile with his cuteness.

“I can see your smile, love. Now, gimme a kiss.” He leaned over to you. You just kept your position but as he moved closer to press his lips against yours you also didn’t fight him.

Satisfied he smiled. “You love me.” “Unfortunately yes.” Rolling your eyes you entered the studio. “We will deny it. Got it? No kissing, no holding hands et cetera inside this building.” “I don’t know how you want to try denying it with the video that practically the whole world has seen but oh well.” “ Just promise me!”

“Okay okay!”


As the interview started it was of course the first topic to talk about. “So what do you have to say about the video? Are you two sharing a flat?” “No, that is an old video from when we lived together with Jacob and Zendaya for a while when we were filming the movie.

“So you two have been together for a while now?” “No.” “But then what about the very clear and obvious kiss you two shared in the video?” Silence. You had no answer. I guess it really was useless to deny it. Glancing at you he practically asked for your permisson and you gave it to him by nodding briefly.

“Well okay. We did try to keep it a secret, also just to see how it turns out, how we turn out but I guess we really can’t find a good excuse for this.” Shortly he let out a sweet laugh. “Yes, we’ve been dating for the past three months. And yes the video is from yesterday evening. And yes this is our shared flat.” Somewhat embarrassed you made yourself small on the couch you two were sitting on. Embarrassed because you were actually trying to deny it although it was completely pointless from the beginning.

He noticed you turning nervous all of a sudden. Assuringly he flashed you a bright smile while taking your hand and intertwining your fingers before placing his and your hand on his thigh.

The interviewer took a quick look before going on. “Well personally I don’t understand, why keeping it a secret? I mean I do but now I am only talking about the response of your fans. Just look at all these tweets wishing you all the best. And you two being shipped with each other and of course also having a trending ship name isn’t actually new.” She chuckled before showing us some of the tweets. “Yeah we actually haven’t had a lot of time to look at the responses yet.” Tom spoke up. “But I am glad to see that they are supporting us rather than hating on either one of us.” Smiling you took a sip of your coffee. 

anonymous asked:

Hello!The reason I'm asking u this is because I love your answers, and u don't up down other characters to lift another, and the evidence you put with your answer. (Love your page) I read some post a while ago stating that Dean is a controlling doughbag. But I've always seen it as Dean trying 2 lead his loved one 2 do the right thing (Because you know how that ends up at the end lol) Ex: Sam tells dean don't let him go darkside,but gets mad when Dean tries everything 2 stop him. Thank you ^^

Hey there, and thank you very much. Sam and Dean have a very complicated relationship and I think the only reason someone would call Dean controlling is because they don’t understand (or are ignoring) the dynamics that were set up in childhood. We finally have canon confirmation that Dean had to be a parent to Sam, which helps for this discussion, but the fact is: we’ve always known this. Dean was tasked to take care of his little brother for weeks at a time (4.13):

cooking for him (10.12):

Making sure he had his books on the first day of school (4.13):

Procuring Christmas for Sam (3.08):


This is not a normal sibling job description. And it makes for a tricky dynamic because he had to act as a parent in so many aspects of their day to day lives. When Sam gets upset that Dean is telling him what to do, we’re hearing the complaints of a child trying to gain independence from a parent, and that’s made even trickier by the fact that neither one of them are kids anymore and Sam’s used to doing things his own way after breaking away from the family business and going to college.  And then he comes back and it’s right back to the old patterns, except that obviously Sam is used to making his own way. 

And the whole thing is muddied up because Dean is NOT Sam’s parent and he never should have had to be. They’re also brothers with normal grievances and times when they are shits to each other like any pair of brothers are (1.17 and 2.15):

Not to mention the fact that they take on very specific roles when they are hunting too, with Dean as the leader (3.03):

and really, no matter what’s going on with them (their huge fight during 9.16), that never changes because it’s a pattern set up from childhood

So basically you’ve got a sibling dynamic merged with a pseudo parent/child dynamic (throw in Dean as the de facto leader) and of course it’s gonna be all kinds of fucked up. 

Just take a look at these gifs (from 3.05), when Sam and Dean are arguing about whether or not to use the Colt to kill the demon who made the deal with Dean to bring Sam back? This is how the conversation ends: 

This is not a normal conversation between two brothers right now. This is the result of Dean having to be a pseudo parent to Sam for all those years. 

Right before this, Sam even comes out with this: 

Which reminds me of this (5.18):

And what’s Bobby to Dean? A pseudo parental type person. It’s not the same of course, because Bobby’s was an actual adult when he took on that role for Dean, but it tells us something nonetheless. 

And if we want to go deeper into how messed up everything is, we also have the times where Dean still fills the role of parent while John is around. 

This whole scene (from 1.21), where John clearly expects Dean to have told him about Sam’s visions is an indication of this. It’s Dean’s job to have filled John in, not Sam’s job. John relies on Dean to take care of Sam and fill him in on what he’s missed. Which is usually the role of a spouse in a family unit. 

Another example is the way Dean has to physically intervene when John and Sam almost come to blows (from 1.20). 

Not only does he tell Sam to cool it, he tells John to back off too. Like he’s protecting his child from the other parent in the family unit. 

This isn’t new, John expected Dean to protect Sam from anything that might hurt him when they were children. In 1.18, John tells Dean to watch out for Sammy and then asks, “And if someone tries to bust in?” 

Dean’s entire identity is wrapped up in keeping Sam safe, had to be both a mother and a father to him and people still ask why their dynamic is the way it is? Of course Dean is going to expect to be able to tell Sam what to do; he’s been doing it his whole life. He’s been put in charge of Sam’s well being since he was a young child. Of course Dean thinks he knows what’s best for Sam. And of course Sam would chafe against that sometimes; especially in the beginning. But you know what? Sam spends most of season five trying to make up for his mistakes in s4 and after that we don’t see much more of him insisting Dean is trying to control him after he says this in 5.05:

Because that’s what most of s5 is about, until we get here: 

While Dean also talks about why he defaults at treating Sam like a kid. 

It’s the whole reason Dean stops objecting to Sam taking on Lucifer. He lets him make his own decisions. Dean does default back, of course (because this wasn’t the end of the show and real life echoes this back and forth too). It’s an ongoing theme and one that’s addressed again in 12.22, with the Dean ‘sending Sam off to war’ plot. 

He was urging Sam to take his place in the world. It’s a complicated relationship, and it’s the reason I love them so much. These two men with their fucked up childhoods doing the best they can for each other with what they know even if it’s not entirely healthy on either side. And if someone has somehow missed the entirety of this particular dynamic, it’s not surprising that they’ll say Dean is controlling or Sam is belligerent.

Don’t Turn Around (Steve Rogers x reader)

Requests: 

1. Can I have a one shot/fic where the reader is 18 and an avenger. She instantly became close to Steve and he’s like a protective older brother, and they’re really close. One day they all go on a mission and she tells Steve that she has a bad feeling. Sometime during the mission she goes missing. Steve is a wreck & about 6 months later they find her. When they do she’s completely broken. Shattered. She doesn’t say anything to any of them on the ride back and there’s an occasional whimper.  When they fix the physical damage she goes back to her room, and she doesn’t really leave it. They all try talking to her but she just doesn’t say much back. One night Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and just hears of crying. So he goes in to comfort her like any big bro would. Once she’s settled she tells Steve every single detail of what she went through and he finds it’s worse than what he imagined.  (It’s already angsty, so I didn’t go into these details)

2. Omg, requests are open. I was wondering if you could write a Steve x reader where they are dating and she gets captured by hydra, so Steve looks for her, finds her and helps her recover

As he sat in the back of the quinjet, relinquishing his control and allowing Sam to fly, Steve sat with an eerie stillness, with the exception of the bounce in his leg to demonstrate the withering of his last moment of patience.  His muscles were rigid and his fists clenched, with closed eyes that allowed the torturous images to continue in an endless loop like a bad movie stuck on repeat. You had told him that something felt wrong before that last mission together.  You told him that you thought they should retreat back, but as usual, he didn’t listen.  He didn’t listen, and now it had been six months since he had last seen you. Because of his own damn insistence on thinking he knew best, you were missing and this was the first lead that they had caught the trail of in that whole time. 

“Steve, I swear, you’re shaking the whole jet. Stop it.”

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i think one of the ways isak grew during his season is by starting to realize that he can be a positive addition to people’s lives, that he can, in fact, make things better 

things weren’t going well at home for god knows how long, and i can’t help but think that isak took some of the blame for what was happening, because this situation wasn’t something he was able to make better. his mom was going through a very hard time, his parents’ relationship seemed to have fallen apart, his father left, and there was nothing isak could do about it. there was nothing he should’ve had to do about it as their child, at such a young age, but he saw his home become broken, and he saw that there was nothing he could do to fix it. i think isak probably tried as best as he could, by trying to not be an “additional burden” in the household, by remaining quiet and closed off and trying not to add fuel to the fire. but things didn’t work out, and he ended up having to leave home at sixteen, leaving as things still seemed broken beyond repair 

and then you have his friendship with eva, one of his closest friends, and he blamed himself entirely for what happened to her relationship with jonas for over a year. he saw himself as the sole reason why jonas and eva weren’t together anymore, why they weren’t talking, and why the trio of friends they once were had fallen apart. and isak wasn’t innocent here, he did betray eva, but he wasn’t entirely to blame, eva said so herself. but once again, that’s the thing with isak, he blames himself more than he should for things he doesn’t have control over

isak will blame himself, think he’s at fault for other people not doing well. and you see that thinking pattern during the season. you see it in the locker room scene when even tells him he broke things off with sonja, and isak apologizes because he thinks it might’ve made him sad, i’m sorry if because of me you were sad. you also see it in the minutt for minutt clip, when he’s on the phone with sonja, and she has to remind him that it’s not his fault even’s not feeling well, that his mental illness is the reason why he’s feeling that way. he feels a lot of guilt, and sometimes his feeling of guilt is justified because he does mess up, speak before he thinks, and it’s a good thing that he feels remorseful and wants to apologize, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to eskild after what he told him in pride, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to mahdi after he pushed him, it’s a good thing he wanted to apologize to noora when he thought he might’ve been a little too harsh with her. it shows what a truly good and caring person isak is. but the amount of guilt he feels is sometimes disproportionate, because once again isak would see himself as the guy who can’t make things right, can only make them worse

but i think, or at least i’d like to think that isak has learned to take a step back and see the progress he makes, and realize that messing up is not all he does, see that he can, in fact, make things better, be a good person to others. i like to think he holds himself accountable just enough when he does mess up, enough to apologize and realize he was wrong and learn. but i also like to think that he truly sees what a great friend and boyfriend and person he is, and how it’s a good thing for the people he cares about to have isak in their life. i like to think that isak’s perception of himself is now a far better representation of who he actually is, and the role he plays in other people’s lives

anonymous asked:

Hi. Can you do yandere RFA + Saeran hc?

Quick note: I don’t think any of the guys/girl would do anything like this. So please do not misinterpret this as me saying the behaviour written for the guys in these headcanons are ok, or that I think they would ever act like this. I am writing this as if they were Yanderes. If you don’t know what a yandere is, yanderes show their love, after having been somewhat kind and gentle, through violence and brutality. Please read the trigger warning before reading.

Trigger Warning: abuse, violence, some nsfw content

RFA + Saeran as Yanderes

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Yoosung

  • It’s basically canon that this boy is a yandere.
  • Yoosung had won you over the moment you two started talking in the RFA chat when you were lead to Rika’s apartment with his sweet personality and small ways of affection.
  • When you two became a couple in eleven days, you were so happy, as was Yoosung.
  • But to Yoosung, this was more than a relationship, but a bound and promise to each other that you would be together forever.
  • He was always a little protective, but his need to protect you turned into an unhealthy obsession.
  • Yoosung is always around you; you are never allowed to go out with your friends unless he is there, and you are not aloud to talk to any of the other guys in the RFA. It was hard enough convincing him to allow you to talk to Jaehee.
  • When he gets home from work and gives you the normal ‘I miss you’ kiss, he’ll take your phone and check it to make sure you haven’t been talking to anyone behind his back. And he will know if you deleted any messages.
  • That is the only time he will upright hurt you. Usually he’ll threat to hurt himself or he’ll cut himself as a way to manipulate you and keep you from leaving. But if you lie to him or try to hide anything from him,
  • He’ll shove you down and wrap his hands around your throat, his nimble fingers digging into your windpipe. He’ll bend down and whisper into your ear, “If you can’t be honest to me, you don't’ deserve to breathe at all.”
  • Sometimes you wonder why you still love him.
  • When he’s being kind and affectionate, holding you against his chest while he strokes your hair and you two watch a film, he feeds you the omelette he’s made, you tell yourself going through the mental torture and sometimes physical is worth it. You don’t want to lose what you have with Yoosung.

Zen

  • The actor is young and inlove, and you swooped in and stole his heart, showed him what real love is, and everyday you tell him just how grateful you are for him.
  • So he can not lose you.
  • He doesn’t have money, he doesn’t have influences, but he has his burning love and passion towards you, which is more than enough to convince him that a little pain in the relationship to keep you with him is copacetic.
  • He doesn’t want you as his manager anymore, but he takes you with him to every rehearsal.
  • However, there are strict rules that he has given to you. For one, you don’t watch his rehearsals but you have to stay in his dressing room for the entirety of his rehearsals. You could not leave.
  • One time you went to go to the bathroom and a cast member tried talking to you. Zen was livid.
  • He dragged you home and locked you in your room for hours until he finally let you out. You were a wreck at that point, and though Zen was still furious you disobeyed him, he had to comfort you.
  • “Jagiya, I did that for your own good. Those men are beasts. They will hurt you.”
  • But don’t get me wrong, he’ll then take a harsh grip on your chin and make you look into his eyes as he gravely says, “Disobey me again and I’ll chain you to the chair.”

Jaehee

  • Her whole life, she has felt like people have been in control of her, and has she has always worked for the praises of others, such as her aunt and Mr. Han.
  • She has been seconded to others, and treated as if she were nothing but a dog whose only job is to please her owner. At Least, that’s how she’s felt.
  • But now she has you, and she can control you. You are hers and she will make you work for her praises. She’ll make you crave it.
  • Everyday, she’ll look lowly on you. She’ll call you stupid, weak, pathetic, incapable, worthless, and watch you cry, not a tear of yours falling affecting her.
  • She’ll be especially cruel if she catches you talking to any of the others in the RFA chat. They are her friends, but they can’t be yours. They’ll take you away from her if she isn’t careful.
  • Of course, she doesn’t like to hear you sob, but it’s all part of her plan,
  • To make you the dog.
  • It makes you work, it makes you desperate to please. And she loves it.
  • You are now the dog.
  • And when she thinks you’ve had enough of her ridicules, she’ll comfort and cuddle you. She’ll hold you against her breasts and tell you just how much she loves you and how amazing she thinks you are,
  • That is,
  • When you are obedient and accepting your stance in the relationship.

Jumin

  • You do not feel like his wife. If anything, you are a doll that he plays with, uses, and displays to the world as the perfect wife.
  • Love is shown in a way you had never seen before. He tells you that this is what real love is, and that all the other types of affection you may have received, was wrong.
  • “They will never love you like I love you. So forget them.”
  • Jumin is in full control. He controls what you wear, what you do - including when you use the bathroom and when you sleep -, what you eat, and what you say.
  • If you say anything that he does not like or approve of you, you’re punished.
  • He will withhold food, lock you up, humiliate you, or in worst case scenarios if he’s really angry, he’ll hit you. But he always says the same thing after every punishment as he holds your crying form against his chest.
  • “Do me right and I will be a loving husband. Do me wrong and you’ll live to regret it.”
  • You are not allowed to leave the house unless you have a female bodyguard. He doesn’t trust you with any other men.
  • Even so, you are only aloud to go to few places. His work place to see him, the bookstore, or a single clothings store.
  • He has all eyes on you between his security guards and special units watching you through televisions.
  • There is no escape, and nothing you can do. You are trapped with him, forever. And there is no one to hear your cries for help. No one to listen. No one to care. 
  • They’re all gone.

Seven/Saeyoung

  • Seven is probably the most sanest yandere considering he will not hurt you whatsoever, and he will not manipulate you either.
  • But he is possessive, and it is no secret to you or anyone that he is.
  • Tracking devices are connected everywhere on you from your clothes, your hair, and one was even injected into your neck.
  • When you go out into the town, he’ll either follow you or spy on you through CCTV.
  • The only time he’ll ever be somewhat rough or sadistic is when he’s angry. But again, he’s never hurt you.
  • But he will scare you into a submissive state by yelling or threatening violence.
  • You don’t know he would never do it.
  • To him, this is what love is. He’s never felt love before.
  • As he sees it, you have to protect your loved one, even if that includes doing things they may not like, or having to scare them a bit.
  • If it leads to them being safe at the end of the day, it’s ok.
  • You don’t need any of your other friends, all you need is him. He keeps you entertained, he keeps you laughing, he keeps you happy.
  • Everyone else is just a threat or will hurt you.
  • Only he can have you.

Saeran/Unknown

  • Pain is pleasure.
  • Well, your pain is his pleasure.
  • “You’re mine,” he says as he carves the first letter of his name into your stomach. “Only mine,” as he does the ‘A’. “forever,” ‘E’, “and ever,” ‘R’, “we will always love each other,” ‘A’, “right, MC?” ‘N.’
  • His calloused thumb wipes at the tear that slips from your tear duct as you nod your head.
  • “Tell me you love me, flower.”
  • You tell him you love him with a raspy voice, your throat clogged with cum from when he forces you to please him and dry from all your crying. He smiles, pulling you down for a gentle kiss that turns rough very quick.
  • This is what real paradise is.
  • Cages, whips, torture is what you’re used to. It has become your life.
  • You do love Saeran, or at least you think you do. He loves you because he tells you everyday whether it’s by making you or in the bed.
  • Saeran keeps you locked away and secluded from the world. You already know your entire family is dead. He told you it was a measure he had to take to make it clear you were only his.
  • Who knows about your friends, but you can only presume they were killed too.
  • Most of your day is spent with Saeran. There are few gentle moments in your relationship:
  • Sometimes, he’ll let you out of your cage and take you upstairs and watch tv with you. He’ll keep his arm around you and he’ll feed you ice cream. His touch will be so incredibly gentle that you’ll almost forget what he’s really capable of, and will surely do when the movie is over. You savor the moments where he’ll run his fingers softly up and and down your arms, caressing you. Or when he’ll pet your hair or braid it. When he’ll pull you down for a gentle kiss - not one with constant biting or his tongue being shoved down your throat. But soft, gentle, and loving.
  • God, you wish you could have those moments all the time.
  • “Remember, flower. You’re mine, only mine, forever and ever. We will always love each other. Don’t you dare forget that. My MC.”

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kuroshiroryuu  asked:

Hi admin dee~ i can't see your rules on mobile sadly... But would it be alright to request the GoM's (Kurokocchi too plz) S/O taking care of them after they mysteriously became kids (7-10 yo ish if you don't mind me being specific~) thanks in advance!

hello thereee ~(◠‿◕✿)  ah i’m very sorry about that! i fixed that right after i got your request, so you should be able to see them now.

so since you weren’t able to read my rules before, you didn’t know that the only time i can accept over 4 characters are when it’s for headcannons so i hope you don’t mind me using headcannons for this! 

if this wasn’t what you had in mind then perhaps send your request again with fewer characters when the askbox is open? or anything you’d like really as long it’s not violating the rules. i’ll be more than glad to write for you again! ^^

 i may or may not have screamed at how cute shiro looks in your icon


Akashi:

  • Turns out Akashi wasn’t completely different as a child than he was as an adult.
  • Although, he was a little more stubborn and a little more enthusiastic.
  • Especially when it came to basketball. 
  • You’ve been trying to make him come into the house, and have his lunch for almost an hour, but he just wouldn’t stop playing.
  • “If you can win against me, I’ll come inside.” he finally said. 
  • You sighed, you knew Akashi was really good at basketball, but maybe this time you have an advantage since he was a child.
  • After another hour, you finally managed to win with a score of 6-7.
  • It seemed like after you won, he wasn’t as stubborn anymore. Guess the only way to make him listen to you is to suggest a challenge and hope for the best.

Midorima:

  • Surprisingly, so far Midorima was being a really good boy, and made it really easy for you take care of him. 
  • That was until he found out you don’t believe in zodiac signs, and think it’s all just gibberish.  
  • You never regretted saying something so much.
  • Not only did he ignore everything you said, but he would give you disapproving looks that for a second you had to stop and question yourself about who the child really was here. 
  • You realized the only way to make him listen to you again was if you told him that you’ve changed your mind.
  • “I’m sorry if what I said yesterday upset you, but listen!” you exclaimed. “I searched and read more about it, and I changed my mind.” you continued.
  • “Look, I even bought my lucky item for today!” you showed him the teddy bear you bought after reading the daily Oha Asa horoscopes.
  • Needless to say, he didn’t give you disapproving looks or shove you aside when you kissed him goodnight on the head.

Kise:

  • “___-chan it hurts!” Kise whined. 
  • You’ve been having so much fun braiding his hair and trying out different hairstyles. You really couldn’t help it, his hair was even more prettier right now than what it was as an adult.
  • You didn’t think it was possible, but Kise wasn’t actually that loud, he didn’t give you a hard time, and always obliged when you told him something.
  • All you had to do is just shower him with love, tell him how handsome he is, and how he’s gonna be an amazing model when he grows up.
  • And bam, your word will be his command.
  • Although, there were a few times where you had to shove the food in his mouth, because he refused to eat his vegetables. 
  • You couldn’t help but laugh every time he pretended to cry just so you can give him your attention. 
  • You spent the entire night watching movies with him until he finally fell asleep on your lap. Thank god

Aomine:

  • Aomine’s favorite things to do other than eat, is sleep.
  • You had to use everything you have in your power to wake him up.
  • It was just supposed to be a 1 hour nap, how did it turn into a battle of survival between you and his sheets?
  • You’ve been trying to take them off but they wouldn’t even budge, and he was making sure they stay that way.
  • You wanted to crumble down and cry, that was until you got the great idea.
  • Nothing works best like threatening to ruin his favorite video game. You came back with it in your hand, “You will get up right now, or you can say goodbye to your precious video game.” you raised an eyebrow.
  • Like a bolt of lightning, his eyes shot up and he was wide awake.
  • “Good boy!” you ruffled his hair grinning, you were proud of yourself.



Murasakibara:

  • You didn’t know wether to feel bad for yourself or to laugh. 
  • Apparently even the 8 year old Murasakibara is taller than you, and that did not make taking care of him any easier.
  • That boy will not do anything but eat and stare in nowhere particular, the only time he’ll actually talk to you is when you’re offering him food.
  • The only time he’ll actually listen to you, is when you bribe him with food.
  • “I’m hungryyyyyyyyyyyy” have literally become stuck in your mind. You could swear you can even hear his voice sometimes, even when you’re completely alone.
  • Something else he likes other than snacks would be naps, especially on your lap.
  • Since he’s always on sugar he has a hard time falling asleep easily.
  • Which is why you always made him rest his head on your thigh, and ruffled his hair until he finally falls asleep. 

Kuroko:

  • If you thought noticing him when he was an adult was hard, then this was your own made up hell.
  • It didn’t help when all he wanted to do was play hide and seek. 
  • Still he was so adorable you couldn’t say no, even though it sometimes took you almost an hour until you found him.
  • There were a few times where you couldn’t find him at all, but luckily you had a trick to make him come out of his own hiding place.
  • 2 words, vanilla milkshake.
  • Luckily, you knew an easy recipe to make it within almost 7 minutes, so it was perfect.
  • And this time was one of those times. 
  • “Kuroko! I made you your favorite!” you yelled, and bam, there he was, right next to you.

lijau  asked:

About your "I don't have any ships post," neither did I. When I watched Voltron I had no inclination to ship anyone. When I rewatched it before S3, no ships had made its way into my cold heart. Then S3 hits and Keith shows up looking for Shiro and I was like "Damn. He really cares about him." Finally Keith says "As many times as it takes" and I clutched my heart. You don't get more intimate than saying you'd put yourself through hell countless times in order to save someone you love.

Ya I can see what you mean, usually I don’t go into a series looking to ship something. But yes, watching Keith grieve Shiro throughout season 3 was just so damn heartbreaking. Even if I didn’t ship it, I’m pretty sure that character arc still would’ve broken me. Because you know it’s been weeks now, months–everyone else has moved on, but Keith’s still searching, he never loses hope. He’s still looking, because if he doesn’t, no one else will

And it’s always Keith who we see mourning Shiro. Keith who’s still carrying a torch for him all these time, who can’t bear the thought of losing Shiro when he’s endured that hell once already, who’s so overwhelmed by emotions both human and galran he lashes out in his rage and grief, taken aback by his own behavior because he’s bottled his feelings up for so long he’s just ready to burst. And we know from Joaquim that, “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep in check.” 

Later he mentions that “[Keith’s] got this emotional side to him,” and Lauren adds that, “It’s kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” Shiro literally helps Keith retain his humanity; he’s the only balm that can really soothe these volatile, intense galran emotions Keith really struggles with. And so to lose that one person who was so grounding, who was his anchor–you know that really hit him hard

And really, you feel Shiro’s loss through Keith. He’s the one aching and longing and hoping and fighting–he’ll save Shiro on his own if he has to, because it seems that’s exactly what Shiro did for him. And even though lots of fans don’t ship it I imagine it still must have been painful to watch Keith endure all of this, to know that he lost the person he cares for the most and would give anything to have them back. 

He’s so invested in Shiro, so adamant about finding him–it really stings to see the others pull him aside and say you have to move on. And the fact that he’s really the one with his heart bleeding out over Shiro, that you have people telling him Shiro would want him to go on, it does give me the sense that this is someone mourning a lover. Keith’s grief is almost singular and possessive in nature–he accuses the others of not caring about Shiro the way he does, reminding them that, “We don’t have Shiro anymore either. Everyone seems to have forgotten that.” This is a very deeply personal, intimate loss. And it runs much deeper than any connection he’s ever had with the other paladins 

and then that reunion!! When you finally see Keith save Kuron and the look of absolute adoration on his face–the way they both slowly drift into each other’s orbit in a scene that’s just the two of them. How Keith is the only one Kuron is comfortable having at his bedside, the fact that Keith must’ve been there to have these talks and care for him all this time. And the way Kuron says, so matter-of-factly, that Keith has always been there to save him, and just how unbelievable that is–again, really reads like something you’d expect from a love interest to me. And Keith’s confident, gentle promise of “As many times as it takes,” is just so heartfelt and sincere I can see why it changed your mind 

Drunk Call - Daniel Seavey

Summary: Y/N is drunk at a party and calls Daniel for help.

Pov: 3rd

Warnings: Cussing, drinking, kinda sad 

Word Count: 1489

A/N: If you really want to cry listen to the stripped version of Moondust by Jaymes Young while reading.


“Alright I won’t drink that much tonight I promise.”

In the back of her mind she remembered muttering those words to her best friend but it was a lot harder for her to care now that she was drunk dancing against the first guy she grabbed. Vaguely, she remembers recognizing him yet she couldn’t remember who was behind her.

“Damn babe.” A gruff voice mumbled, his words all came out as one incoherent mess. She could feel his hands on her hips and she tried to convince herself they were Daniel and not his. But she knew all too well that Daniel wouldn’t be holding her anymore, but with her ass pressed against some guy it was all too easy for her to forget reality and imagine her ex instead.

“Y/N come on that’s enough.” Jess told her while attempting to pull her best friend away from him.

“You’re no fun.” She giggled as she tried to pull her arm out of her friend’s grasp, but she was already being pulled past the dancers and into the front yard. Every time she fell into someone or tripped over her own feet she would giggle softly and Jess’ agitation was only growing.

“Y/N seriously you told me you wouldn’t drink, and we’re supposed to be friends I don’t care if you’re drunk I can’t believe you’d grind on my fucking ex. I’m tired of babysitting you.” She rambled and her tone was getting harsher the more she spoke. Her arms were crossed across her chest and her drunk friend could tell that wasn’t a good sign but she just couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Then don’t. I don’t need you here, I just wanna have fun.” Y/N said simply with a shrug, she barely even noticed how her words were slurring together.

“Ever since you and Daniel broke up you’ve been acting like a real bitch,” Jess stated plainly before walking away and getting in her car, “find your own way home. I’m done.”

Instead of going back to the party, she collapsed onto the bench in front of the house and watched Jess drive away, leaving her stranded. It took a few moments for her to register the tears rolling down her cheeks and all she could think about was the fact that alcohol was supposed to make you forget. It was supposed to make her carefree, it was supposed to make everything go away. But all of the pain was still there. She was bound to get alcohol poisoning before she would ever forget about how much she missed Daniel. Pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in them, she let the tears fall.

Jess was supposed to be her best friend and she wished that she could just open her eyes and Jess would be next to her comforting her but she knew she fucked up. Just like she fucked up with Daniel. This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen. Your teen years are supposed to be fun, not filled with crying at a party because you ruined everything with the two people you care about most. She knew it was a terrible idea, but she pulled out her phone and hovered over the all too familiar number before she pushed away her thoughts and called it.

“Y/N, what’s wrong, are you okay?” His voice rang through the phone. Desperately she tried to conjure up any words but all she could think of was how much she missed his voice. She could tell he woke up just to answer her because his voice was slightly raspy and it reminded her of how they used to be. He used to put her ringtone as the loudest one in his phone so that when she called him after a nightmare he could respond.

“Not really. I’m messing things up like always.” She mumbled with a dry chuckle. With a sniffle, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and silently wished that everything would just go back to how it used to be. All she wanted was for this to be just a regular Friday night call where she asked him if he wanted to go to McDonalds even though it was three in the morning. She missed those nights so much.

“Where are you?” He asked her with that same gentle tone she always knew him to have. She could hear him moving around in the background and it was all too familiar.

“Jack Avery’s party. I kinda lost my ride can you pick me up?” She asked as she clutched the phone to her ear as if it were some magic lamp that would make everything okay.

“Of course. I’m on my way. How much did you drink? Have you been drinking water?” He interrogated and she could practically hear the concern laced in his voice. Of course, Daniel would be the type to worry about if you drank enough water. Part of her wished he wasn’t such a good guy because it made it even harder to get over him.

“Shitty beer has some water in it right?” She asked humorlessly as she heard him moving around and his car starting.

“I have some water in my car. Just stay on the phone with me I’ll be there soon,” he paused, “do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Oh, you mean me being an idiot and hurting my best friend? Not really.” Even she was annoyed with how her words slurred together; all it did was remind her of all the stupid decisions she had made that night.

“Jess loves you. Nothing will tear you two apart. People make mistakes, she may be hurt now but she’ll forgive you because that’s the kind of person she is.” He told her. She envied how he always knew exactly what to say.

“God, I hate how you’re so good at cheering me up. It makes it a lot harder for me to not do stupid things like this.” She muttered into the phone wishing her words would be drowned out by the music coming from the house behind her.

“It’s not stupid. Even if we aren’t together anymore we’re still friends and I want you to still be able to call me when things like this happen.” He told her and she buried her head in her hands. Why did he have to be such a nice guy?

“But this happened because of you! Well not because of you like it’s not your fault but I’m at a party I hate, drinking stuff I can’t stand and dancing with guys I don’t even like because I miss you and my dumbass self can’t get over you. Daniel, you were the best thing I ever had and I fucking lost you.” She let all of her thoughts flow out of her mouth and she knew she definitely shouldn’t be talking at all but she didn’t even care anymore. It was so easy for her to pretend she wasn’t telling him any of this because she didn’t have to see his face; she didn’t have to face the truth.

She thought his silence meant he was done talking but she realized he got quiet because his car had pulled up to the curb across from her. And there he was looking at her like she was his world, that look in his eyes crushed her. Without a word, she hung up and scrambled into his car with a hatred towards herself when she realized how difficult it was to walk without tripping.

“I miss you too. I love you more than anything Y/N, I’m tired of pretending like I don’t. I thought you didn’t care anymore, you were the one who left me.” He admitted his voice quivering, she could see the pain in his eyes and she hated knowing she was the one that caused it.

“Because you’re the golden boy Daniel. You’re this perfect guy, this caring person who just wants to make everyone happy. Not to mention you are fucking gorgeous, I don’t deserve a guy like that. You deserve to be with someone so much better than me.” She told him adverting her eyes. If she looked at him that crushed look in his eyes would kill her.

“That’s why you left me? You are the most beautiful, kind, hilarious girl I’ve ever met. I don’t want anyone else, I just want to be with you. Y/N I love you.” He said making her turn back to him.

She let everything go and decided making good decision was overrated so she leaned forward and captured his lips with hers. Immediately, her arms wrapped around his neck in attempt to get as close to him as possible. Like usual, she could taste the faint flavor of watermelon. He pulled away and leaned his forehead on hers.

“Please be mine again.”

Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.
So ist es immer, touka/yomo fanfic (headcanon)

Summary: Yomo and Touka share a nice moment together the day after her wedding.

i wrote it this morning and i totally forgot to post it! i hope it’s not too ooc, touka apparently knows that yomo is her uncle (it was hinted before..) so i do mention that in here, i also want to believe that they share some corny family moments like this once in a while ♡ enjoy! /////


Preview:

“It’s… kind of a big deal, you know? Being married and all that,” he says, trying to gather some wisdom. “So much, uhh… stuff to do, you know, responsibilities, many adult decisions to make and… yeah.” He frowns, what the hell is he even saying?

Touka frowns too, blurting out a giggle.

“God. You’re terrible with words, did you know that?”

Yomo smiles, cheeks softly blushing.

“Y-Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m awful with words too. I guess small talks don’t run in the family.”

Yomo shakes his head, and he’s not smiling anymore. His face shifts to one side to look at her, and Touka finds nothing but truth within his eyes.

“No,” he admits, and he’s being serious right now. “You’ve always been great with words. Just like your mother.”

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Reyna Writes: Not Your Choice

Here’s a fic for @miraculousblackout, addressing the concept of reposting to “share the artists’ work with others”.

Enjoy!

~Reyna


The sound of coins hitting the ground distracted Marinette from her grocery list, doubled with the large coin that hit the side of her shoe. There was muffled grumbling behind her–clearly someone was having a clumsy moment, and was not happy about it. Marinette could totally relate.

She bent down, grabbing the coin and turning around.

“Here you go.”

“Oh, thank–” The woman straightened up and paused, the shock that crossed her face echoing Marinette’s once she got a good look at the woman before her.

Ugh. And she had been having such a good day…

“…Symone,” she said, working to at least be civil (though it was more than Symone deserved), holding out the dropped coin for Symone to take. Symone sniffed, snatching the coin back as she straightened her blazer, smoothing out the sleeves as if she wished to intimidate Marinette with her expensive wardrobe.

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hello-tarpon  asked:

omygoshomygoshomygosh!! I love the senator Anakin and slave obi verse. I want so much love from this fic, and not necessarily romantic, just take care of you and enjoy your new status and discover what freedom means kind of love. I don't know, Padme is going to spoil him rotten/love him too when she sees the slavery first hand again XD (and was that a hint of jedi/padawan training we saw there?!) Thanks!! P.S. Hope your vacation was wonderful!

He hasn’t been hiding Obi-Wan away at all. The former slave sits in his office, on the couch with the mobile computer or naps on it if he’s tired, obvious to anyone who peeks in.

He’s brought Obi-Wan to clothes shops and to restaurant along with Padme and Bail, introducing the copper haired man to the latter. Anakin has also been in contact with the media, given his interview on what happened and about Obi-Wan, how Obi-Wan has prior records and that they are only waiting for copies to be sent to Anakin so they can go along with the petition.

It still takes an amazing long time before the Jedi temple is alerted.

But when it does, the response surprises even Anakin.

Because its not just information sent his way, its the Grandmaster of the Jedi order himself that shows up in his office.

Obi-Wan, dressed in his soft tunic and leggings, look up from the computer in surprise, looking to the doorway before he slowly puts the computer away, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin paused in his work, a new legislation he was going to propose for the Senate to crack down on the slavery in the outer rims.

“We…We’re about to have guests.” The former slave offered quietly, a bit nervously but then again, Obi-Wan was often nervous. Though lately a wry and dry sort of sassy wit had been making its appearance when Obi-Wan felt safe and comfortable.

“Gue-” His comm rang and Anakin glanced at the other before answering. “Yes?”

“Grandmaster Yoda and a few Jedi are here to see you Senator Skywalker.”

‘…Oh…OH!’ Anakin stood quickly. “Please let them in.”

He moved to Obi-Wan who quietly slid behind him, half hiding.

“Hey, its alright Obi-Wan. I’m sure they aren’t here to do anything towards you. They are Jedi, peacekeepers.” Anakin turned while he assured softly, holding the other by his upper arms and rubbing slowly.

“I know, I know…I just…” Obi-Wan looked down, biting his lips hard as the blond stared down at his hair.

“You’re ashamed.” It wasn’t a question as much as a statement. Sometimes Anakin just knew what others were thinking or feeling and he tugged the other in under his chin, hugging him. “Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing, you survived a difficult situation and now you’re here, ready to try again in the world.” He murmured softly.

He felt Obi-Wan tremble a bit before the copper haired man nodded. “I just… Master Yoda used to teach me sir. He knew me. But the me he knew…the boy…the Obi-Wan he knew…doesn’t exists anymore.”

Obi-Wan took a step back, breathing shakily. “I just…I’m not who they remember. And I don’t know what they want.”

Anakin would have answered but at that moment the door swished open and the Grandmaster of the order stood there with Mace Windu and Qui-Gon Jinn.

Obi-Wan firmly kept his eyes on his shoes even as Anakin’s hands fell of his upper arms.

“Gentlemen, welcome, we didn’t expect Jedi visitors.” Anakin stepped forward even as the three made their way into his office. Obi-Wan shifted to remain behind him and Anakin could almost imagine the way he was picking at his own sleeve.

“Unusual the situation was. Surprising…and welcome.” The little green troll offered before moving around the blond to meet Obi-Wan’s green eyes. “Good to see you it is Obi-Wan.” He lifted a three fingered hand up towards him.

The copper haired man froze before slowly and hesitantly kneeling down, letting the Jedi touch his face. Gentle fingers touched his cheek. “Master.” He offered quietly as the other petted his cheek.

“Grown you have Obi-Wan. Relieved to see you alive. Only apologies I have.” The others face fell as he stroked the others bearded cheek.

“Apologies?” Obi-Wan meet the others eyes properly, surprise in his.

“Alone you should not have been sent. Many changes after you disappeared happened. No youngling alone anymore goes.” Yoda shifted his cane and pointed at the tall man Obi-Wan only vaguely remembered. “Master of the Initiates master Jinn is now, escorts Initiates to corps or home he now does. Takes care of them and listens to them. Good for him taking care of preteens has been.”

The long haired master bowed a bit, eyes almost hungerly taking in the copper haired man features. There was no malice in it though, Obi-Wan knew that. No, there was a sense of guilt, of relief of seeing Obi-Wan alive and mostly well.

Obi-Wan blinked and looked back to Yoda. “That…sounds good. Initiates won’t be so scared then.” He whispered quietly.

“I don’t mean to be…breaking up the moment.” Anakin finally offered, recognizing Obi-Wan’s nervousness and the start of his unease. “But the documents I requested, Obi-Wan’s prior records?”

“I have them.” Master Windu handed an information chip to the Senator. “All copies you will need, records that will need to be updated to current. Everything.” Anakin accepted the chip and quickly moved to the desk, slotting it in.

“Yes…Yes this is going to go a long way.” He murmured, eyes taking in the information. “I can clip this to the papers…and get them sent in…and the medical folder can be updated…” He muttered to himself. Obi-Wan blinked and stood, once again walking on the pad of his feet and on his toes as he moved to the desk, a slight twirl allow him to turn enough to look.

Behind him, the Jedi’s had all noticed the abbreviation in walking style and its implication. Behind him Yoda had closed his eyes tightly at its implication before letting go of his emotions at the view of Obi-Wan still alive. He could still live.

“Visit the temple you can.” He instead offered and Obi-Wan looked to him, startled.

“Friends you still have in the temple. If willing you are.”

“I…I don’t know…I’m not…” The copper haired man looked away. “…I’m not the one they remember.”

“But enough to see you alive perhaps would be. Rekindled old friendship perhaps. Or just to visit an old man for tea.” The green troll smiled gently at him. Obi-Wan hesitated before smiling slightly in return. “Perhaps…I can do that.”

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SO instead of doing anything productive I wrote a little drabble for @miracusims given the angst/heartbreak in the newest update!

Piper blocked Louis’ number. Louis is positive it won’t last long. Him and Pipes are best friends. She just needs time. Right?

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palindrom3  asked:

How about this, sparklings trying to make presents for their dads, and when their dads find out before they're ready, the sparklings cry because it was supposed to be a surprise, and then the dad's are all like "No it's okay! I'll act surprised!" But the sparklings continue to cry. Bonus points if the gift is supposed to be "food" that's just glitter, paint, and other inedible objects. The dad takes a pretend bite, but sparkling noticed and cries. Dad has to take a real bite to get them to stop.

You didn’t specify which dads so I just… Chose my own–

{TFP}

Starscream
He’s just coming to collect them for their bath when the screech at him to not look and try to hide… Well whatever that was they were making. However, they’re much too late and, of course, they realize this and start wailing when they’re surprise is ruined.

Starscream shakes his helm and leans down to pat their helm, “I can still act surprised, my little one.” He coos gently, he hates seeing his sparkling this upset, especially when it is his fault. When they continue to wail he picks them up and begins to bounce them, one of their favorite things, cooing to them and talking general nonsense.

They finally calm down and he grabs a cloth to clean their face, “Now, now… Are we better?” He asks softly as he puts his little one down. They nod before they grab the monstrosity and hold it out to him.

Now that he can see it more clearly he can tell that it’s glue that has been strung across a plate with cut out paper and glitter, it looks eerily like the food humans eat that he’s seen on the internet. He’s just about to ask when they gleefully tell him they mad ‘Spetti’ which he can only assume is supposed to be spaghetti. He doesn’t have the spark to tell the tiny bit that, that is /not/ sphagetti and, even if it were, they can’t eat it.

He smiles and takes a string of glue and pretends to place it in his mouth and swallow. Of course, his sparkling is too keen for that and immediately waters up again before bursting into more tears and sobs. Primus help him he already hears enough for how soft he is with his sparkling does he really have to eat glue? He realizes that, yes, in fact, he does or his bitlet will never shut up.

With a reservation he usually only saves for Megatron he picks up another string of glue and with swallows what little shame he has left before eating it. He’s just glad his sparkling has stopped wailing… He’s not… Exactly sure what glue will do to his system and is sure to visit Knockout shortly thus after.

Knockout
Breakdown has been watching the bitlet almost all day as Knockout works, being ever busy. They’re both glad when Knockout finally gets away long enough to come for his sparkling and get to spend time with them. Or they were, until the little one started screaming and fat tears spilled down their cheeks, slapping at Knockout’s legs.

Knockout doesn’t know what to do for the longest moment, looking confused and distraught as his little bitlet calls him a bad papa and tells him he purposely came to peek. Knockout picks them up, looking down at what they were doing, “Oh little one…” He suddenly brightens with an idea, “I can act surprised!” He says and has to force himself not to laugh when they give him a scowl that can only rival his own.

“Okay, okay, not pretending to be surprised. But hey! It’s okay! You can just give it to me now, right?” He asked and, despite their pout, they agree. He sets them down and they grab the… Whatever and hold it out to him, smile still a bit watery from their previous crying. He takes it from them before looking at them strangely.

“You eat it, silly papa!” They beem and he looks at it incredulously. Glitter, glue, paint, and… Whatever else is there is made unrecognizable due to the other stuff in it. “My sweetspark… This isn’t food.” He says, looking at them. He shakes his helm when they look like they’re about to cry. “How about we go play together and Breakdown can get us some energon?” The bitlet only agrees because they get to play, leaving their own little ‘meal’ behind.


{RiD15}

Fixit

His sparkling has been spending quite a bit of time with Russel today, mostly because Fixit has been very busy and his sparkling is the perfect size for a human to take care of. He’s wheeling his way over to the two when Russel turns to try and stop him, only just a little too late. He tilts his helm before covering his receptors at his little bits shrieking.

He’s quick to get them to stop screaming, but it turns to wailing instead, calling them a ‘bad dad’ and that he saw it too soon. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about until he finally notices that there’s a plate full of… Junk in front of them. On the plate is wires, water, and well… He’s not sure what the other stuff is, screws or bits of metal.

He ignores it for now, picking up his little one and shushing them gently, rocking them and bouncing them, they’re almost too big for him to do so. It doesn’t take too long before they’re crying has all but ceased and they’re wiping their face. Fixit is thankful when Russel hands over a cloth so he can wipe his child’s face.

He finally sets them back down and they grab the plate, holding it out to him and calling it food. He knows he can’t just not do anything with it, it would break their little spark and he doesn’t have the spark to hear them cry anymore. So, he takes it and uses the fork on the plate to pretend to eat some. He winces when they start crying again and stares at the plate for a long time before settling on the fact that this sparkling will kill him, before he takes a bite and swallows as best he can.

Grimlock

He’s been away from his little one all day so he’s definitely ready for some much deserved cuddles and play time when he arrives back, he’s not prepared for them to flat scream, no words, just screaming, when he finds them.

The initial shock is overwritten by worry as they begin to cry up at him, the sobs making any form of words they tried to say a blubber of gibberish. He leans down and gently pats their back, shushing them softly. He puts it together when he sees that they were working on something and realizes it must have been a surprise for him.

He Panics™. “Oh no no no!!! Don’t worry!! I can still act surprised!” He tries, desperately, to get them to quiet down. It doesn’t seem to be working. He picks them up quickly and begins to gently swing them around, like he’s dancing with them. Eventually, their wails die into hysterical giggles. He grins as he holds them properly, placing a gentle kiss to their helm. 

“All better?” They nod and he places them back down, kneeling down so they can present their… Well he’s not sure what it is, but he can tell there’s metal and glitter, and he /thinks/ that may be paint. When they tell him it’s pizza he laughs and nods. “Alright!” He says. He doesn’t even pretend to eat it, just takes it and swallows it all. His sparkling is a very happy, giggly mess. Anyone who say him is Disgusted™.

{MTME}

Rung

He’s had patients for the day so they’ve been entrusted to Drift’s care until he finishes up. He’s happy to finish up and head for where Drift is sure to have them. When he walks in both Drift and the bitlet screech at him to turn around and he does so, so fast he almost falls. He stands straight as he stares at the wall before finally thinking to ask just what the frag is going on.

“They’re making you a gift!” Drift explains, the laughter clear in his voice. He knows exactly what this little thing is about to give Rung and knows exactly what they think it is. And no, he is not going to correct them. He wants to see how Rung reacts.

“Okay okay! Papa you can look now!” The little one calls and Rung finally turns back around to be faced with… He’s honestly not sure what it is as he carefully takes it from his little one. He looks at them strangely before they explain that it is meant to be food. He wants very badly to glare at Drift and call him a few choice words, he, of course, does not.

He instead resigns himself to pretending to eat, whatever it was. He’s not sure exactly what it is his sparkling has placed on this little plate for him to eat. Or where they got a plate. He sighs before he takes some and pretends to eat, putting it into a pocket behind his head. He’s just about to tell them how good it is when he notices their pout and quivering lip.

“How about we go get some energon treats together!” A quick diversion, one he’s glad actually works as they cheer and jump into his arms. He’s glad he doesn’t /actually/ have to eat what he thinks, by the smell, might have been glue.

Pharma

He’s just gotten away from the bay after… quiet the day and has gone to find them in their habsuite. He has to shut off his audio receptors when they start screaming at him, it hurts quite a bit more than their usual screaming. When he sees that it’s dissolved into crying he switches them back on so he can finally hear them properly.

He sits down in front of them and pulls them into his lap to gently shush them, petting their helm gently. He looks at what they were doing, thinking he’s going to have to get on to them, all he sees is a mess in front of them. He looks down at the little thing. “I could always act surprised.” He didn’t expect it to help.

And, of course, it didn’t. They continued to wail as he bounced them on his leg gently, trying to get them to quiet down so they could move on. He couldn’t help but think about just how cute it was that his sparkling was trying to surprise him. He gently shushes them again and, after a long moment, they are just sniffling softly, looking up at him.

He grabs a rag and gently wipes their faceplates off, “How about you let me see what it is?” He asks and then nod as they stand up out of his lap and pick up what they had made. Even with it closer to him he has no idea what it’s supposed to be, a bunch of old lugnuts and screws, some glitter, and paper. They beam and tell him it’s Beef tips.

Oh hell no. He shakes his head and sets it down, bringing them back into his lap. He is neither going to pretend nor is he actually going to eat that. “Little one, even if that was edible food we would not be able to eat it.” He explains, gently. They’re about to cry again when he quickly remedies it, “How about we go fetch us some energon treats?” He asks and that makes them forget all about the monstrosity on a plate. Thank Primus.

anonymous asked:

so i just discovered your fic list and oh gawd u don't know how happy i am with this discovery. thank u for this. anyway i just finished reading ur alternate meets canon fic and. i want to roll and jump and. oh my gawd i really wanna know what happened next?? do u have some other headcanons/ideas for this? is it ok with u to divulge them? no pressure if u don't want to though! just really wanted to thank u for it! i adore alternates meeting with canons so it was really a joy to read. thank u!

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Oh anon, thank you <3 I loved the idea for that fic, had plans for it floating in my head for months before the ask got me to write it down. It was going to be this huge epic, like 100k words probably, switching between Derek and alt!Stiles in the canon universe and Stiles trying to make sense of the warped landscape of the alternate world he’d been thrown into. 

Derek’s just standing there in his bedroom doorway, looking softer than Stiles has ever seen him: his hair loose and ungelled, hanging over his forehead.

“Hey Derek,” he says, trying to blink his way back from the visual. “You look…”

“What?” He seems totally lost on what’s making Stiles stare, and after a few seconds Stiles decides not to even try explaining it. You look nice keeps running through his head, but that’s not close enough. It’s not that Derek never looks nice. (Hell, Derek always looks nice, but that’s a whole other issue.) He looks happy sometimes too, and that’s the only other word Stiles can pull up that edges close to accurate. You’re in my bedroom is the third, half-formed option, but that’s happened before too. It’s just something about the combination of those things right now, and the comfortable way he’s standing in the space  –– hands not in his pockets, shoulders not slumping in like he’s offended by the general pressure of someone else’s air –– that’s catching Stiles up. And there’s no way to fit any of that into words.

“You’ve got flour on your shirt,” he says instead, and Derek glances down with a soft laugh. Brushes the powder off so it wafts out in a soft cloud between them. The open smile he’s wearing when he looks up again is enough to make Stiles heart tug with how devastatingly dreamlike this all is.

“I was making breakfast,” he answers, and Stiles blinks. Ok, yeah. So, definitely a dream.

I had an entire timeline listed out for the alternate universe –– how things had all gone differently, in a chain reaction starting with Laura surviving Peter’s attack (link to that scene, if you’re interested) and just cascading outward, through the fracturing of Scott and Stiles’ friendship when a very human Scott was lured into the Argent side of the divide (via his interest in Allison and, ironically, concern for Stiles and the dangers of “vicious werewolves”) and Stiles sided with Laura and Derek. 

“Wait… I still got with Allison, even if I wasn’t…”

“You two are so together it’s disgusting, alright? Apparently she hit a dog with her car and you guys got to know each other at the animal clinic and right after that you two were like, destined. A week in I could see like… wedding bells and white picket fences going on in your head. It was obnoxious and I was thrilled for you, dude. And then all the hunter crap happened.”

How Laura being alive kept Derek from being quite as dark and broken as he was in the first few seasons, how she made the executive decision to bring the Sheriff in early to earn his trust and support against hunters and supernatural threats alike, and how the town more or less broke down into a cold war zone between the werewolf and hunter sides of the conflict.

The tragedy is that somewhere in all that planning and preparation my detailed notes and timeline completely vanished. I have no idea how. Pages of details and alt!character development and plot planning… and all I have left is a page or so of scenes and stray quote segments, and I just don’t remember enough about the details to make it the way it originally would have. I can tell you a few details, though, and maybe throw in a few of the excerpts too.

I know that it still took a long time for Stiles and Derek to come together. Stiles had sided with the werewolves mainly because Laura had come to the Sheriff (and the Sheriff, remembering the fire and the lost kids the Hales had been when he’d told them the news, and appreciating finally being handed answers to all the mysteries that don’t quite add up in this town, agreed to work with them at least to stop Peter… and then the bond just built from there), and because it had been the right thing to do. And Derek wasn’t shattered the way he was in canon season one maybe, but he was still Derek. Laura’s skeptical, snarky, and untrusting little brother, the cynic to her careful optimism. And Stiles is sarcastic and blunt and, in this version of reality, also hurt and bitter from losing his best friend to the enemy, so he wasn’t exactly super open to bonding with one of the reasons Scott wasn’t around anymore. (It was easier to forgive Laura, who was more sympathetic, but Derek’s general if he sided with hunters he’s not worth having around anyway attitude did not help relations early on.) Stiles and Derek butted heads and snarked constantly at first but their alliance against Peter and the hunters, various life-or-death situations, and Laura’s friendship with the Sheriff (especially when he took her on as a deputy), kept them close, and eventually they fell together just like they’re always going to.

Beacon Hills is a constant danger zone, though, because the hunter threat still hasn’t died. Scott reaches out to Stiles from time to time, earnestly believing every Argent lie that wolves are dangerous monsters and that Stiles is going to get himself killed for being with them. But he’s basically a hunter at this point, believes their philosophy because he’s been on the Argents’ side in every showdown, and honestly thinks Stiles and the Sheriff have been seduced by the Hales’ supernatural wiles (Kate has indoctrinated Scott and Allison with a very different version of her history with Derek) and he needs to do whatever he can to save his former best friend from them.

“Scott’s not a werewolf?”

“What?” Stiles starts to laugh, before his brows arch sharply. “Oh my god, you’re serious. No. No, Scott’s practically married in with the Argents; he’d probably kill himself if he got the bite.” Bitterness floods his features; he fights and fails to smooth it away.

And Stiles is wounded and bitter and cuts off any attempt at contact from his old friend because they’ve both chosen their sides, there’s too much bad blood, and thinking about Scott as anything more than the enemy or the creep who’s allied with killers is too painful at this point.

Lydia’s also in with the Argents, from virtue of being Allison’s best friend and having been smart enough to catch on after a couple months that something decidedly supernatural was going on. She’s a very different Lydia, though, having never had her banshee powers awakened (she was never bitten by Alpha!Peter because… well, there was no Alpha!Peter) and is likely still more similar to her pre-Peter-possession self. I had a lot more details about all of the side characters and how they fit into the developing arc, but most of it’s sadly lost now.

anonymous asked:

You seem like someone who isn't new to fandom and I have to ask: have you ever had the experience of seeing a large chunk of a show's fanbase actively campaign against a spinoff? i.e. is what's going down with The Blacklist a unique case?

*rickety grandma voice* I’ve seen some crazy-ass shit, son.

Jokes aside, yes, to me it is rather unique, anon, because TBL/R is a unique creative catastrophe. More rambling and complaining behind the cut, as usual:

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After the End

You don’t know how long you lingered in the hall after that thing forced you out and walked away in your body. The sickening detached horror of the experience was only made worse by the fact that it doesn’t really look like you anymore. You waited for it to come back, for the Colonel, for the detective. For anyone.

But nobody came.

When you finally try to move, you’re pulled back into that fathomless darkness. You stay there for weeks, for tons, for gallons, for miles – no unit of measurement seems to fit. You stay there. The house keeps you there.

The void is pure nothingness in all its contradictions. It is vast and claustrophobic, shifting and still, silent and deafening. There is only you – and the body. It is never far off, no matter which direction you try to go.

You try not to look at it. Its silence taunts you. But you can’t stand to stare into the bewildering emptiness around you for long. You start to feel that the only thing keeping you sane is the fact that there isn’t enough of you left to go mad. It is not a comforting thought.

You think you hear the body speak to you again.

It’s not fair, is it?

You shove it away, exerting what little power you have in this place to force it out, back into the house. You never know what becomes of it.

You are alone.

The house shows you things, by and by. It lets you wander through your last days over and over again. It lets you see what happened down in the wine cellar that night. It lets you hear Mark’s original plan, and tells you why you were invited to that party in the first place.

You’d never met Mark before that night, but he’d heard of you. You often came up in Damien’s stories of college and the years afterwards. And Damien was so happy when he learned that you would be coming to work as the district attorney that he could speak of almost nothing else. In Mark’s eyes, the Colonel had stolen Celine’s love, and you had stolen Damien’s friendship.

For that crime, you were to become a pawn in his plan for vengeance. You were the district attorney, after all. Who would be in a better position to make sure the Colonel got exactly what he deserved than you? And after stealing your body, Mark would’ve seen to it personally. But, of course, plans changed.

You don’t know why the house shows you all this. Perhaps it’s bored. Perhaps there isn’t much else it can do with a disembodied soul.

But worse than any of that knowledge is when it reveals the echoes.

They are always just out of reach in the nothingness, and when you wander through the house they seem to be in the next room, out of sight but not quite out of earshot, so to speak.

The first of the two is confused, frightened, aghast at her own helplessness. She struggles to find a way out. She tries to draw from her power, only to find that she has none. She comes nowhere near you, and you make no effort to seek her out. You hate her.

Yes, it was all her fault, wasn’t it? She’s the one who did this to you. She deceived you. She used you. At the end of the day, she’s no better than Mark.

The second is heartbroken, devastated, desperate. Instead of searching for an escape, he searches for you. For a long time, you pursue him through the nothingness, through the halls and empty rooms, chasing that single shred of hope – reuniting with the only friend you had in this place. But the house won’t allow it. Eventually, you give up trying. You begin to despise him, too.

He was weak. He let this happen. He went along with Celine’s plan even though he knew better. He never really cared about you. Was he ever truly your friend at all?

The thoughts aren’t yours. You know they aren’t. You fight them as they try to consume what little of you there is left.

Then suddenly, after years – and you’re not sure how you know it’s been years – they’re gone. The house goes silent. You don’t quite understand why. Perhaps enough of the house had left with that thing that its remaining presence could only hold out for so long. You don’t understand, and you don’t care. All you know is that something is gone, and you’re still here.

And the echoes – the echoes are still here, too. You can feel them. The first one feels some power return to her, and flees instantly. The second lingers, hopeful and hesitant. There’s no barrier keeping you from him anymore. All the pain, the betrayal, the hatred you’d been struggling against dissipates into the morning sun.

Morning. You’d almost forgotten what the word even means. You’re not sure what you are now that you’re still here, but you find that you’ve regained control over yourself. You hurry towards the remaining echo, towards what’s left of Damien. There’s something vaguely insubstantial about him as you throw your arms around each other. But as there’s still enough of him left for you to give a proper hug, you aren’t complaining. Before either of you can say anything -

“Oh my God… It’s really you.”

A voice. Familiar. You both hesitate.

“You’re still here, aren’t you, partner?”