pat on the knee

The Hated Women of Fandom

Mary Watson wakes in a white room, sitting in a plastic chair. She’s surrounded by girls and women, some of whom are drinking heavily. There’s a banner hanging overhead, which reads Female Characters Anonymous. A redheaded teenage girl pats her on the knee.

“Don’t be frightened. We’ve been expecting you.”

“Where am I?” Mary asks.

The girl raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know?” She spreads her arms out. “This is the place where good female characters come to die.”

Mary frowns. “Oh, because I died in my show?”

Everyone laughs.

“Honey, I wish!” A woman with dark eyeliner calls out. 

“Ignore Lexa. She’s still angry about the bullet thing.” The teenage girl looks Mary up and down. “Then again, you would know something about that, wouldn’t you?”

“About what?”

“Oh, you know. Being killed off for drama. Or in your case, man pain.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” a woman to Mary’s right grumbles. She’s got bright red hair and a shirt that says Supernatural: Was it ever a good show?

“That’s Charlie. She had a good run until the writers didn’t know what to do with her.”

Mary, who’s starting to get an idea about where she is, shakes her head with a little laugh. “No, you must be mistaken. I was a good, strong character. I don’t belong here”

A few chuckles at that. Someone mutters, “I’ve heard that one before.”

The teenage girl gives her a sympathetic smile. “Have you taken a look at the fandom lately? They hate you. Always have.”

Mary frowns. “But–”

“I know it must be hard to understand at first, but let’s face it. You were an imperfect female character. You had flaws and a dark side, which would have been fine, if you hadn’t posed a threat to the Main Ship.”

A cold wind passes through the room. Everyone shudders. 

“The what?”

“Johnlock. The ship of an era.”

“Oh, that,” Mary says with a smile. “That’s perfectly fine! There’s no reason to hate me just because you ship Johnlock.”

“No, it’s not that. Some of the fandom, certainly not all of them, hate you because in their eyes, you’re the thing that’s blocking them from easy access to their ship. Trust me, I have experience with this.”

Mary squints at the girl. “Who are you?”

The girl smiles. “I’m Ginny Weasley.”

“Oh. Oh, dear.”

“Yup. I’m a bit of an old-timer around here. Boy, I cannot even begin to tell you the number of Drarry fanfics wherein I either cheat on Harry with Dean, turn into a monstrous bitch, or simply disappear altogether.”

“Don’t forget the ones where you start dating Neville for no reason!” A woman shouts out.

Ginny laughs a bit. “Those are usually alright. I have to go somewhere, right?”

Mary is starting to panic a bit. “I…I don’t think I understand.”

Ginny nods. “Don’t worry. There’s someone whom I think you should meet.” She pulls Mary to her feet and leads her towards a dark corner in the room. “This girl hasn’t been here for as long as me, but she’s certainly suffered worse. She not only got in the way of a Main Ship, but a canon Main Ship. And a straight one, at that. She’s been shat on, villainized, ignored, pretty much everything in the book. A true warrior of her time.”

Mary starts to get nervous as they approach this girl. She’s seated at a bar, head down on the counter, twirling a paint covered finger around a whiskey glass. 

When they’ve reached her, Mary clears her throat. “My name is–”

“I know who you are.”

“Oh. Well, who are you?”

After a moment’s pause, the girl downs the whiskey in one gulp, and slams the glass on the counter. She slowly turns to fix Mary with a battle-hardened stare. “My name, is Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare.”

(set after the junior art show.)

Shitty finds her out on the back steps of the building, sitting on the steps with her shoulders shaking. The night’s cold. She jumps a little when the door closes behind him, but doesn’t turn.

“Lards?” he says carefully.

She sighs. Her shoulders ease, then rise and fall as she takes a long, steadying breath.

“You okay?” he ventures.

“Yeah,” she says immediately. Then, “No. Shut up. No, I’m not okay.”

He sits down on the stoop next to her. “Okay,” he says. “That’s okay, you don’t have to be okay.”

She says nothing. He wants to touch her – her shoulder, or her knee, some kind of comforting pat – but he keeps his hands folded in his lap, too unsure to do anything besides be there. “I’m here if you wanna talk about it,” he says after a beat.

She still says nothing.

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anonymous asked:

Gosh I just wanna be a naughty little tease and bother the shit outta Harry while he's like on an important business call so he can spank my bum red

*swallows loudly*

It starts with a simple kiss to his temple, quick and fleeting because you know how he gets. He pats your knee in acknowledgement before he shifts to turn away a bit as he mutters a response to whoever he’s on the phone with.

And you know you’re playing on dangerous territory but you can’t help and grab his hand in yours, pressing kisses to each knuckle and giving it a loving squeeze. He holds your hand for a bit before dropping it to jot down some notes on the pad of paper he has. 

And you’re getting antsy now, and this call is dawdling on and on and rubbing your thighs together isn’t helping in the slightest. You bite your lip and swing a leg over his, and he turns to look at you with a deep frown on his face and eyebrows that are furrowed together. He’s trying to listen to the call but you’re being awfully distracting with your nappy hair and pouty lips.

You take the moment and snuggle into his lap, muttering something about a cuddle and he sighs deeply but a hand is on your lower back moments later, keeping you there. 

You know he’s at the end of his wits now, only being able to give you so much attention. He’s a patient man, and he loves you- but there’s a time and a place and this isn’t it.

You know exactly how this will end, and it’s what you’ve wanted since the phone rang. You wiggle around in his lap, moving your bum back and forth and leaning forward to accidentally press your hand between his legs. He hisses in response and immediately a hand comes on top of yours and throws it aside.

He pushes away from you, and the look in his eyes is deadly serious and he’s lost the playful glint he usually has in them. His mouth is in a tight line and the hand on your back is digging into your skin. 

He shakes his head, once. And you know your jig is up. You hop off his lap and turn to look back at him as you leave the living room, and that’s when you hear him wrapping up. 

“Yes, sir. Monday it is. Have a good day.” He mutters and he shuts the phone off quick and is up in a heap, running after you.

“Yeh think you’re funny, love? Tryin make me hard while I was on a call?” He growls, grabbing you by the waist and turning you around.

You glance up at him and lick your lips before you respond, “Well… did it work?”

His eyes narrow and you glance down between you two to see for yourself.

“Nuff o’ tha’. Gonna teach yeh a lesson fo’ being so naughty, pet.” He says before he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, heading up the stairs with a playful smack to your bum. 

One, that counters the activities to come of course. 



“Hey guys, welcome back,” you waved to the camera. “We’re going to be doing a Boyfriend VS Best Friend challenge today, except this time it’ll be Christmas themed. And since Zoe couldn’t be here, I had to call Joe as a back up instead. And since Joe couldn’t be bothered to come over, like the lazy asshole he is, we have Dan filling in as my replacement best friend.”

“Wow, thanks a lot. Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Because you love me,” you said, patting his knee. “And you’ve been texting me non-stop over the past few weeks, fanboying and telling me how badly you wanted to meet Tom. He’ll be here in a few minutes. So you’re welcome, Danny.”

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*** I don’t necessarily see Tig wanting to share his girl but at the same time I don’t think there’s anything he wouldn’t try and I think having the chance to watch her from the sidelines would definitely be something he might be into, especially if she wanted it and he knew it would get her off 💋 I also used vocab in here that I don’t usually use but Tiggy most definitely does and I figured what the fuck😉 Y'all know I don’t know how this whole smut thing works irl so Let me know how it was/if you liked it and if you want me to maybe continue it? *** 

“Doll, come here.”

You looked at Tig through the mirror, your hand coming to a stop as you brushed your hair for bed. He looked at you with a glint in his eye and patted his knee.

“Come sit.”

With a soft blush rising on your cheeks, you nodded and put down the brush on the dresser before slowly striding over to him. Anytime he had you come sit on his lap, it was always something mischievous he wanted to discuss and usually ended with the two of you having a long and eventful night. You sat yourself down in his lap, straddling his thighs.

“What’s up Tiggy?”

He gently reached up and ran his fingers through your hair.

“Remember what we were talking about the other day? About Juice?”

You bit your lip as you nodded, running your fingers over the salt and pepper hairs on his chest poking out of his blue button down. You’d both gotten absolutely plastered and like usual, your conversation had taken a turn towards sex, except this time you were telling each other various fantasies that you had. At some point, you’d told him all your fantasies and only had one left, but you weren’t sure if you should reveal it to him. The alcohol in your system made the decision for you though and you’d simply come out with it.

You sometimes fantasized about having sex with Juice.

Whether it was a threesome or not, you didn’t care. You hadn’t exactly thought the whole thing out. You just had a craving for him. A craving to have his hands on you. Tig had caught you off guard when he had asked if you wanted him to talk to Juice.

You hadn’t ever actually thought that you would have the opportunity to be with him. Your fanatasy was just that, a fantasy. You didn’t think that Tig would ever allow it. However, Tig was a man of many surprises.

“I remember.”

“Well I spoke to him, and he’s game. Said he’d love to be with you, as long as I was ok with it.”

You tried not to let your excitement show although your heart was speeding up.

“And are you?”

“Under one condition.”

You looked up from Tig’s chest with wide eyes, giving a gentle nod and smoothed your hands down his chest, wiggling in his lap at the thought.

A sinister smirk spread across his face and he looked up at you, both hands sliding from your hips down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze.

“I’m in charge. Of both of you.”

It was a minor condition, one you were more than happy to oblige to if it meant you would finally know what it would be like to get Juice into bed with you. You had one condition of your own though and with a smirk, you leaned forward and captured Tig’s lips in a kiss.

“Only if I can have both of you.”

Tig’s grip on your ass tightened at your words and he nodded, his eyes going glassy.

“Anything you want babygirl.”


You anxiously smoothed your hand over the front of your nightie as you heard the thuds of the boy’s boots coming up the stairs. It was a Friday night and Tig had made plans with Juice for him to go home with him after work.

Tonight was the night.

You’d gotten yourself all dolled up in some new lingerie that you’d bought for the both of them and the time had finally come.

There was a soft knock on the door before it slowly swung open, Tig’s head poking in.

“You ready for us baby?”

You nodded with a smile, doing a little twirl for him. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped in, Juice coming in behind him and looking you over. They both stared at you with lust in their eyes, admiring your figure. Tig stepped out of the way and motioned for Juice to go to you first. And he did.

He walked over to you with a smile but kept his hands to himself. Tig wasn’t allowing that.

“Kiss her.” He gave Juice the order while he slowly started to remove his own clothes.

Juice looked into your eyes first, making sure you were ok with it before he pressed his mouth to yours. He kissed you slowly but it was passionate. His hands made their way to your hips, gripping them and softly pushing you backwards towards the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, Juice gently pushed you down. Tig in the meantime was already nearly naked and staying off to the side, watching. You were unable tell who had more hunger in their eyes as they watched you. You locked eyes with Tig and smiled as Juice’s lips attached themselves to your neck. You weren’t sure how Tig would feel seeing Juice all over you, having you to himself, but the tent in his boxers gave you an idea that he didn’t hate it.

He strutted over to the two of you and stood at the edge of the side of the bed, snapping his fingers sharply and pointing at you.

“Hands and knees. Crawl to me.”

You nodded obediently and sensually rolled over onto your stomach, lifting your body up and slowly crawling over to your Old Man. Your ass swayed as you crawled and as you came to a stop in front of Tig, you wiggled it drawing Juice’s attention. As if it wasn’t already on you. Tig was one step ahead of you. He looked over at Juice whose eyes were still trained on you.

“Lick her pussy.”

Juice’s eyes snapped up to meet Tig’s, searching for any sign that it was a test. He was finding it hard to believe that his brother would let him do this. Not seeing any malice, Juice happily dropped to his knees behind you. He placed his hands on the outsides of your thighs and tucked his fingers in the band of your black lace panties, pulling them down agonizingly slow, torturing himself. Soon enough, they slipped down over the swell do your ass as your most private and intimate parts were exposed to him. He couldn’t help but blow out a shaking breath at the sight of you before him. He gently slid the panties down your legs and helped you lift your knees to get out of them. Holding them in his hand, he brought them up to his face and took a deep breath, letting out a content sigh as your scent filled his lungs.

He’d always thought you were gorgeous, a work of art, but you were his brothers and that was a line he would never, ever cross. That didn’t mean he couldn’t think about you late at night though. And think about you he did as he laid in bed so consumed by thoughts of you, stroking himself to the fantasy of being able to do what he was doing now. It was like a dream come true and he wasn’t about to waste a single second.

Putting your panties to the side, he brought his face forward, flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe up your slit, eliciting a low moan from you. He could taste you already, your arousal having been building all day. You pulled Tig’s length out from his boxers and began to stroke him, pressing gentle kisses along the head just the way you knew he loved. You found yourself wondering now Juice liked it. Did he like it sloppy and sped up the way Tig did, or did he like it slow and diligent. Did he like to take control or would he rather leave you to your own devices? Your thoughts were cut short as you felt his tongue snake out against you, this time sharpened to a point and flicking against you much more firmly, right against your clit.

The sudden tightening of your fist around Tig’s cock had his eyes opening back up and looking behind you to see just what it was that Juice was doing. His smirk was wide as he looked at the expressions on the both of your faces, filled with nothing but pleasure. You weren’t even touching Juice and yet he seemed to be just fine with that, seemingly deriving his pleasure just from being able to pleasure you. That was something Tig would be sure to play on.

“I don’t know who’s enjoying it more, you or her.”

Neither of you answered, your moans answering for you. Juice on the other hand was too busy burying his face into you. The vibrations from his laugh however had your knees going weak. His hands came up to grasp at your ass, kneading the flesh and holding you up as his mouth worked on you. You tried your best to pay attention to Tig, to pleasure him as well but Juice’s mouth was just too distracting and when you felt his finger teasing at your entrance before sliding in, your dropped your head down to the mattress.

Tig chuckled to himself and gripped himself in his own hand, stroking himself as he watched your body writhe. Suddenly he had an idea and grabbed you by the arm, pulling your chest up from the bed and keeping you on your knees. He went and climbed into the bed himself, sitting at the top with his back resting flat against the headboard. He motioned for you to come to him and you did, sitting yourself with your back to his chest. Tig gripped your knees and brought them up, holding them open and spreading your legs wide for Juice who was still kneeling and looking at Tig, waiting for further instruction.

“Fuck her, nice and hard. Then it’s my turn.”

Juice nodded and nearly tripped with how quickly he got off the bed, fumbling with his kutte to pull a condom out the inner pocket. While you waited, Tig’s hand slipped down between your spread legs and gently ran over your lips, stroking against your clit every now and then before slipping into you. Juice’s hands sped up and finally yanked the foiled square out of the pocket before turning back to the bed and climbing on. He kneeled in front of you, staring hungrily at your center as Tig rubbed you and felt a sudden need to assert dominance. He swatted Tig’s hand away and gripped his length in his hand, rubbing himself against you instead. Tig eyed him but Juice didn’t notice. He was too busy listening to your desperate whimpers and watching how your hips gently bucked forward.

“Please Juice.”

Your head fell back against Tig’s shoulder and a gasp left your lips as Juice entered you. He wasn’t as long as Tig, but he was thicker, and the new stretch took your breath away. Your browns knitted together as Juice set a slow gentle pace, no doubt giving you time to adjust. Tig’s hand slipped down again and he used his thumb to give you added pleasure. After a few seconds, he was back to barking orders.

“Harder. Give it to her harder.”

Tig slipped out from behind you and let you lay flat on your back, Juice leaning down and hovering over you, his hips snapping at a much rougher pace than before.  Your hands gripped at his shoulders as your legs came up to settle around his waist. He stared down at you with a light, somewhat goofy smile.


“Nothing. You’re just beautiful like this.”

You blushed at his words, which was ironic given the situation, and looked over to see Tig watching the both of you, his fist stroking himself hurriedly. He looked a little more impatient than the last time you’d locked eyes with him and you grinned. He was clearly enjoying it as well and you were going to play on that for as long as you could.

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate, dipping his head down to press his lips against yours as he thrusted into you. His tongue snaked out against your bottom lip and just as his enthusiasm peaked, Tig intercepted.

“Okay move.”

You laughed at both his jealously and Juice’s pout. He made his way back over to you and gently pushed you to lay on your side, shoving Juice not so gently over to the other side of the bed.

“Lay next to her.”

Your eyebrows knitted together in a bit of a worried manner.

When you had said you wanted them both, this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. You had a feeling though that this was exactly what Tig had in mind when he brought the whole thing up, and as unsure as you felt, you still were looking forward to it. Juice took his place on your side and pulled you a little closer to him, your breasts pressing against his chest as you faced each other. Tig turned to the nightstand to find the bottle of lube and Juice took advantage of the moment to kiss you once more. He reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your eyes, taking in the small flecks of nervousness in your gaze.

“Are you ok? We can stop if you want. This is all about you.”

You nodded and smiled lightly, his concern for you and your feelings soothing your nerves.

“No, no. I’m good.”

He nodded and looked over at Tig who was already climbing onto the bed behind you, bottle of lube already popped open. He leaned down and pressed kisses along your side, trailing down your hip to the outside of your hip before grasping your leg by the calve and lifting it over Juice’s hip.

“Hold her open.”

Juice grinned and gripped your thigh, pulling you closer to him before placing his hand on the cheek of your ass and gently spreading you open. He slipped his other arm underneath your neck and held you to him, moaning as you reached down to place him at your entrance and slide him inside. You heard Tig groan and curse under his breath, the sight making him throb. You felt the cool touch of his fingers pressing against your other hole, slowly sliding one of his fingers inside of you. You shivered at the sensation and now Juice was slowly and lazily rocking into you. Both men let out a groan at the sound of your whimpers and Tig fingers began to prepare you faster and faster before you finally had enough and whined.

“Tiggy, baby, come on. Please.”

Your begging was enough to break whatever little bit of self-control he had left and he tossed the bottle off who knows where, laying behind you and placing a hand on your hips to keep you steady as he slowly started to slide into you as well. Your mouth fell open at the intrusion, never having felt so full before and while it was a little uncomfortable, just the idea of the three of you together was enough to look past it. The boys both attached their mouths to you at once, their hips coming to a complete stop to let you adjust. While Tig pressed kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck, Juice trailed his lips along your chest, his lips closing around your nipple before his teeth grazed it ever so gently. You didn’t know where to focus more, the pleasure from both of them too much. Listening to your moans, they both slowly began to pick up the pace, their hips catching a rhythm. When Tig pulled put, Juice pushed in. They both hand their hands on your side and hip pulling and pushing you to each other between them in a tangle of lust.

The thought of getting to sleep with Juice had once just been a fantasy, a dirty little thought. You’d never thought that you would see the day where it would actually happen and now that it had, it wouldn’t be the last time. You would make sure of that.

So late to this train, but...

During Vegas Con 2016, the boys are asked how they knew their partners were the one. Watch how uncomfortable they get!

Jared: “Jared and Jensen, when did you first meet your future ex-wives?” He’s jesting, obviously, but I would never joke about something like that. The thought of my boyfriend being my future ex is just too horrid.

Jared thinks long and hard for what to say, eventually finding the words. He speaks of a she while Jensen sits next to him with a stony expression on his face. He talks of how he didn’t want to see anyone else after their first date, about how he feels loved even when he can’t love himself and how (s)he makes him a better person. He can’t look at Jensen while he speaks, but once he’s done, he pats Jensen’s knee as if to say “You know you’re the one for me, don’t be fooled by the pronoun.”

Meanwhile, Jensen has had time to think. Watch how different his response is! He holds eye contact with Jared, carefully keeping any gender pronouns out of his reply. He speaks of how his partner was somewhere in between destiny and a leap of faith (makes sense, as Jensen is said to be a little reserved), but he does not regret choosing to take a chance with the partner of his choice.

Phew. I’m getting some serious chills down my spine from watching this. I get the feeling they’re not really talking about their wives here. Jared is just too careful not to look at Jensen, as if he fears losing composure. Jensen, on the other hand, is solid as a rock, as if standing in support of his man. It feels like he’s convincing Jared, “You’re my one, too. We’ve been through so much, but I don’t regret choosing you.”

I personally feel conflicted about all the personal questions asked at the cons. I feel horrible for J2, who have to endure with all the prodding and poking, but… I get to have stuff to analyze. Still, I think I’d have stuff to analyze even without the questions.

This footage is by SPNConGirl from YouTube, shortened for convenience’s sake. Check out the full panel video and her channel! She’s a great contributor to the fandom, throw her a like or a comment as thanks. :)

Blushing (BuckyxReader)

You were working in your workshop that Tony built for you on one of the floors of the Avenger’s tower, when JARVIS alerted you that someone had come in.

You turned to look and was surprise to see Bucky standing there looking annoyed.

“There’s something wrong with my arm.” He said, motioning to the metal arm. “It’s not working right.”

You hummed to yourself, and had him sit on the work bench in front of you while you took a look.

The problem happened to be a damaged wire, probably messed up in the latest battle, or maybe even while he was sparring with Steve or another Avenger.

You being the genius you were had it fix in no time flat. “Alright, there you go.” You said, patting the man’s knee.

Bucky raised the arm and tested it before shooting you a dazzling grin. “Thanks, doll.” He said, then to your shock, he leaned over and gave you a small peck on the cheek.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you stuttered out, ‘you’re welcome.’ but he had already gone.


You didn’t bring up the kiss to Bucky, mostly because you knew if you did you would blush, and the thought that Bucky could make you flush bright red made you furious with yourself.

The man in question was sitting across from you, eating the breakfast you made for him.

You often made food for whatever Avenger stumbled into the kitchen while you were making something for yourself, this time it had been Bucky. And if you took special care in making the omelet you gave him one of the best you had made, well that was your business.

“This is delicious.” Bucky said, grinning widely.

You went red at the praise, trying to force it away. “Thanks.”

Bucky watched you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re cute when you blush.”

That comment made you instantly go redder than you have before. You flipped around to face the stove, barely managing to save your own omelet from burning.

Bucky let out a deep throaty laugh, then got up to put his plate in the sink. As he was walking away, he grabbed you around the waist, and planted a kiss on your cheek, cackling as he left.


After that breakfast, Bucky did everything in his power to make you blush.

But eventually you became use to it, and almost welcomed it, which meant Bucky got very little of a rise out of you, and that was no good.

He tried different things, like complimenting your looks, even if you had just got out of bed and looked like an angry hair monster.

That worked the first few times.

Then it was cute little nicknames, babe, doll, doll face, beautiful, angel, etc.

That worked longer, but soon you could manage the blush.

Then he started wrapping his hands around your waist when your back was facing him and kissing your neck.

That made you burn quite red for a number of days, but it soon passed, just like the rest.

You were waiting for him to come up with something, like he usually did, and tried to prepare for it.

But right now, the Avengers were having a movie night, mandatory, as Tony claimed it built bonds.

You were sitting in between Bucky and Natasha, and you had relaxed.

Bucky had only used his little tricks on you in private, so you were safe.

The first movie had just ended, and you excused yourself to get a beer.

“Can you get me one, (Y/n)?” Bucky asked, eyes flickering up at you.

“Me too?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah.” You said cheerfully. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed three beers, and walked back out. Handing one to Natasha and one to Bucky.

“Thanks, doll face.”

You froze, wondering if Bucky really did that.

That question was answered when the other man pulled you down to kiss you on the lips, not the cheek, the lips, then looked at the screen as if nothing ever happened.

Leaving you to turn bright red under the stares of the other Avengers.

You gave a glare then looked at the screen, making yourself small.

The Avengers shrugged to each other, and looked at the screen as well.

And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky smirking


You watch from the kitchen as Clint kneels in front of a freshly-showered Natasha and hands her a cup of the hot cocoa you made. He smiles gently up at her, and your heart can’t help but sink. The way he pats her knee and squeezes her hand when he walks away is just enough to sadden you, even though you know you shouldn’t be.

“You okay?”

Glancing up from your cup and at your boyfriend, you say smartly: “Hm?”

He steps closer to you. “You were spacing off. Everything okay?”

You smile unconvincingly. “Everything’s fine.

Clint sighs knowingly. “(y/n).”

Looking up again, you see his knowing eyes looking questioningly into yours. “It’s stupid.”

“Well, so am I.” You giggle at his response, which makes him smile. “Come on, you can tell me anything. You know that.”

Shifting uncomfortably, you set your mug of cocoa down. “Just seeing the way you act with Natasha tugs at my heartstrings a little.” Clint’s face falls, and you step forward to explain yourself. “I mean, I know I have absolutely nothing to worry about because you’re just friends-best friends, even-but I just, I can’t help it, you know? You’re with her more than you’re at home, and…” You realize you’re making things worse by rambling on, and you drop your face in your hands. “God I’m so stupid.”

Clint gently takes hold of your forearms and takes your hands away from your face. “(y/n), I’m glad you told me this. And you’re right: There’s nothing to worry about. Nat and I … we’ve just been through a lot together. We’re friends.” You still don’t look up at him. “Also, if I were in love with Nat, I wouldn’t be marrying you.”

Eyes widening, you look up from the floor and at him. You’d been planning on getting married, but he’d never actually proposed. Is this his way of proposing? “Really?” you whisper.

“Really,” he confirms. “After this mission … I’m coming home for as long as I can. I want to be with you, (y/n).” He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry I don’t have a ring.”

Smiling widely, you push up onto your tip toes and kiss him firmly for a couple of seconds. “I don’t care about the ring, Hawk. I just care about you.”

Keep Swimming

Beach Biter Dex & Mermaid Lardo
Inspired by this post from @glamwell​ and @dexondefense​ and this post from @dexthecryptid​ and of course the tweets where Dex cannot imagine a manager other than Lardo. 

Dex feels his chest get tight and his hands get clammy. Lardo won’t be here next year. “They have to know our schedules –practice times, game times– GAME DAY PROCEDURE,” Dex sits down to catch his breath. He will not start hyperventilating in front of Nursey, and he will not allow Nursey to tell him to chill. Lardo looks at Dex and pats his knee. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you out to dry.” She winks at the last bit, and Dex scowls. They’ll have to talk about this later.

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My mom was from Minnesota (I’m in California). A friend from Cali had to move there. She got to experience both the coldest winter and hottest summer in recent record. In a phone convo with Mom she said “I can’t believe people live here on purpose!”

Every year when the Mississippi freezes over something inside of me breaks.

Usually when we are driving over it on the bridge listening to the ice blocks smash against each other like canon fire in the frozen air, and I just, something in me cannot take it anymore and I temporarily lose it and go on a rant along the lines of “WHO THE FUCK IMMIGRATED HERE, WHO LOOKED AT THIS FROZEN WASTELAND AND THOUGHT, I KNOW, LETS SETTLE OUR WAGONS HERE, FUCKING NORWEGIANS MAN, AND THE FUCKING MAD IRISH WHO FOLLOWED THEM, I DONT WHAT WHY AM I HERE”

and tumblr dad just reaches out and pats my knee with his mittened hand and turns the heat up.

Lose Yourself (Harrison Osterfield)

Originally posted by hazosterfield

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Harrison is nervous about a audition he has to go to, so Y/N decides to motivate him while in the waiting area.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This cute fic was requested by an anon who asked, “Can i get number 28 from the dialogue prompt with harrison osterfield? Please” 28: “You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity come once in a lifetime.” “Did you just try to motivate me with Eminem lyrics?”

“Would you stop shaking your leg? You’re making me nervous.” You said softly, resting a hand on Harrison’s knee in an attempt to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous is all.”

“You going to be great. They’ll love you.” You patted his knee.

“And what if they don’t?”

“Well, I still love you.”

“That’s really cute, baby, but I kinda need this job.” Harrison said with a smile and put his hand on yours.

“You’re going to do fine. Trust me. I have a feeling you will get this job.”

“Well at least one of us is confident.”

“That’s cause I believe in you. And you should believe in you too.”

“Well, that’s kinda hard to do when you’ve been rejected by two other potential employers prior to this.”

You turned in your seat, placing a hand on Harrison’s cheek and turning his face towards you. You looked at him with a serious expression on your soft features.

“You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. The opportunity comes once in a lifetime.” You stated.

“Did you just try to motivate me with Eminem lyrics?”

You shushed him and ran your hand through his hair. “If I can’t help you, Eminem must be able to.”

Harrison chuckled. “Well, I mean, I feel more confident.”

“Maybe I should just sing the rest of ‘Lose Yourself’.”

“Baby, I love you, but I’m not about to go through your horrendous rapping to get confident.”

You gasped in mock offense. “My rapping is just fine! It’s not my fault I’m not a professional.”

“Sure. That’s the case.” Harrison said with a raised brow.

“I’m definitely better than you.”

“Oh, well that’s not hard to do.”

“I’m better than Tom.”

“Again, not hard to do.” He chuckled as his name was called. “Well, I guess that’s me.” He said, rising from his seat.

You grabbed his wrist before he walked off. “You can do anything you set your mind too, man.”

“Thanks, dork.” Harrison kissed your head.

“Break a leg, jerk.” You said softly, letting him go and walk off to his audition.

“So, how was it?” You asked as Harrison walked up to you.

“The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin’, but super stardom’s close to post mortem.” Harrison rapped terribly, a smile on his face.

“You got it?!”

“Of course I got it!”

“Aw, babe, I am so proud of you!” You cried, hugging him tightly. “It looks like I am a good motivator.”

“It sure seems that way.” Harrison smiled. “Now, come on, this calls for a celebratory ice cream.” 

Oh My God, You Love Her


Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Could you do a MacGyver x Reader where Mac’s talking to Jack/Bozer/Riley about the Reader with one of the following (or combine them if you want)? - “Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” or “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!” Thanks!

“Mac? Hey, Mac!”. Jack waved his hand in front of Mac’s face.

“What?”, was all the response Jack got.

Bozer and Riley both shared a glance, Mac had been silent every since he sat down. And everyone knew that something was bothering him. “Talk to me, what’s going on in that big head of yours?”. Jack sat down and patted Mac on the knee.

“You’ve been kinda off today, whatever it is we’re here to help”. Bozer pitched in while Riley nodded.

Mac sighed and played with the paperclip that was in his hand. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”.

Everyone looked to one another. Jack was the most confused, Bozer had his thinking face on and Riley walked around to the front of the room, before letting out a huge smile. “Oh my God! You’re in love with her!”.

“In love with who?”, Jack and Bozer both shouted at the same time and then it clicked. Jack got all excited and smirked towards his partner in crime. “Your in love with Y/N aren’t you? My boy is growing up”, he stated proudly.

Mac went on the defense, although he wasn’t fooling anyone. “I’m not in love with her”. He earned several “are you kidding” looks from Bozer, Riley and Jack. “I’m not, okay. Seriously guys I have no idea what you guys are talking about”. He tried to keep his voice steady, but failed.

“The fact that you’re trying so hard to convince us that your not, is proof that you Mac are totally in love with Y/N”. Bozer exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Mac.

“Are you going to tell her?”, Riley asked.

Mac got up from his seat and placed the paperclip onto the table, “There is nothing to tell, so can we drop this?”. Riley placed her hands up in defense and gave an concerning look to the other two. Jack signalled that he wanted to speak to Mac alone, so Bozer left with Riley.

“I know you better than anyone Mac, so what’s really going on?”. Jack asked while Mac sighed and stared out the window.

“Nothing okay…Fine, it’s just what if she doesn’t feel the same? Or what if I tell her and then Y/N’s life ends up being in danger because of what I do? Remember when Bozer found out about the Phoenix? What if Y/N does too, but this time Thornton doesn’t offer her a job. As much as I want to be with her, because of my job…I can’t”. Mac clenched his hand into a fist, then unclenching to release the tension he was feeling.

Jack stepped forward, “I’m going to give you a piece of advice and I want you to listen very carefully to it, you hear me? Don’t let her slip away Mac, because I can already tell by the look on your face that she means a lot to you. If you don’t at least give this a go, I know that you’ll regret it Mac. And the last thing I want you to do is wake up one morning and wish you had told Y/N how you felt”.

Mac just stared and looked briefly down at the ground, “I hear what you’re saying, I do. But this job-”.

Jack put up his hand to shush Mac. “Forget about the job for once second and just follow your heart. Go and tell Y/N that you’re in love with her”.

Mac pondered over everything that had been said, after standing in silence with Jack watching him mentally debate with himself, Mac grabbed his jacket from the chair and rushed to the door. “I’m going to do it, I’m going to tell her. Wish me luck”. He said before running out the building to find you.

Sasuhina Chibiventures

Part 1 of like three…maybe. Idk.

“Give it back!” Sasuke shouted at the first grader. “It’s not yours!”

The older boy sneered as Sasuke tried to puff out his chest. He proceeded to gobble the last cookie and smugly wiped his hands on Sasuke’s head. Enraged, the younger boy lunged at him only to be pushed away. Landing harshly on the pavement, he started to tear up. Kurenai managed to grab a hold of her unruly student while Iruka helped Sasuke up.

Hinata nervously wrung her hands as their teacher cleaned up the scrapes on Sasuke’s knees and cheek. He patted Hinata’s head as he went to put the first aid kit away. She hadn’t meant to get anyone hurt; she just asked the boy to return her snacks. But he only laughed at her and pushed her on the ground when she tried to ask again. Suddenly one of her classmates appeared and stood between her and the bully.

But now he was hurt and she felt worse. “Um…?” Hinata struggled to speak. He sniffed and looked away, too embarrassed to face her. Sasuke had let her down.

He froze when she kissed his cheek. Hinata kissed me! He assumed that it meant she liked him like every other girl in their grade. Strangely he wasn’t as repulsed; to be honest, he kind of liked the shy girl. “Do you feel better?” She asked. He pressed his palm against his chubby cheek but remained quiet. Hinata looked down at her feet. “Mommy always kisses it when I get hurt and it feels better,” she quietly explained. “It’s like magic.”   

The two didn’t talk for the rest of the day. During recess, he played with the rest of the boys as Hinata sat with a few other girls under a tree. She had her knees drawn up, not really talking as much as the other girls. However when the bell rang, he walked towards her and pointed to his cheek. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It hurts again.” Her eyes widened and she promptly kissed him again.

Hinata’s mommy is right, it does feel better!



Itachi waited next to the other older siblings and parents as they waited for the kindergarteners to be released. He spotted his brother lingering in the back. “Sasuke, come on we don’t have all day!”

He shot him a glare and turned back to Hinata. “My mommy is sick so she can’t kiss me. You have to give me another one to last for the rest of today.”

“O-okay,” Hinata said nervously. Just as she was about to kiss his cheek, Itachi grabbed him by the hand.

“C’mon, we have to go.”

Sasuke reached out for Hinata who rushed over and quickly pecked his cheek. Itachi winced as he readied himself for a massive tantrum but it never came. The little girl waved at them before running towards two stoic men wearing sunglasses and suits.

Itachi looked down to see his younger brother smiling blissfully. “So you got yourself a little girlfriend.” Sasuke felt his face heat up.

“What? No way, that’s gross!” He protested. Itachi held Sasuke’s hand as they walked home, noticing his face.

“What happened to your face?” he asked.

“Nothing!” Sasuke quickly replied.

Itachi frowned, deciding to let his father pry it out of him. If that failed, he’d just ask around and deal with the bully himself.


He perked up. “Yeah?”

The little boy adjusted his backpack. “Are kisses magical?”

Nearly tripping on his feet, he steadied himself. “Who…what?”

“Never mind.”

They dropped the subject until their father got home. Mikoto was still getting over a nasty cold, leaving Fugaku to pick up takeout food for dinner again. As he handed them their meals, he noticed the cuts on Sasuke’s face. “Why is your face like that?”

Thinking he meant the giddy look on his face, Itachi said it was because of the little Hyuuga girl in his class. “She beat you up?!” Fugaku wasn’t shocked that a Hyuuga could be so cruel, the whole family was shady and under constant watch. He knew Hiashi was still engaging in illegal activities but couldn’t get concrete proof. What stunned him was that Sasuke could let it happen; he was much more aggressive than Itachi was at that age.

Itachi choked on his food and coughed furiously until Fugaku patted him harshly on the back. Sasuke frowned as his coughs slowly became laughs. “Hinata didn’t hit me, it was that boy! She made it better.” Suddenly he turned to his father. “Daddy, are kisses magical?”

The man turned to Itachi for an explanation but he shrugged as he bit into his burger.



Sasuke smiled at his reflection, the wound had finally healed after being kissed every day and he wanted to show Hinata. After roll call, he pointed it out to her and she smiled. “They really are magical!”

“What’s magical?” Kiba asked.

Not wanting to tell him, he crossed his arms. “Nothing.” Sasuke didn’t want everyone to know about her special abilities. It was a secret between the two of them. Kiba narrowed his eyes but walked away. Unfortunately, he managed to get it out of Hinata during free time.

Soon she was surrounded by some of her classmates. “Show us,” Kiba asked. “Look! I have a cut on my elbow.” Feeling overwhelmed, she hesitated. “Please?”


Sasuke happened to look over from behind the playhouse as she quickly kissed his elbow. Everyone leaned closer after he pealed the band aid off to see if anything changed. They all frowned and looked at her accusingly.

“Maybe it takes time!” Kiba said. He smiled gratefully at Hinata yet she held her hands close to her face, not liking all the attention on her.

Ino showed Hinata the band aid on her shoulder and she nervously did the same. She looked around, trying to see where their teacher was.

“Me next!” Naruto pushed his way forward and stuck his chin out. “Can you heal this?” Hinata looked around as more kids circled around, including Sasuke. There was pushing and shoving as the children argued about who was next; a push from behind caused Naruto to tumble forward.



“They kissed on the lips!”

Sasuke’s eye twitched as they pulled away. He never hated the Namikaze boy more than at that very moment. “You… you stole Hinata’s powers!” He erupted and pointed at him accusingly.

Naruto looked at everyone and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to! You guys pushed me! Here you can have them back!” He pressed his lips against hers again and quickly wiped his mouth when he pulled away. She cringed and did the same; she didn’t want to kiss anyone ever again. “Now she has them again!”

Enraged, Sasuke charged towards him but Iruka dispersed the crowd since it was time to practice their alphabet. C is for stupid Kiba. He thought angrily as he pressed hard on the crayon. D is for dumb, like dumb Naruto.

-Why? Because I’m getting burned out due working on the latest chapter for Last Link. I need fluff and goodness because I’m about to make readers very upset. Don’t kill me, I hate myself already.