Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)
Word Count: 4501
Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.
As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.
Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.
Seriously though, I feel like I need to get this off my chest.
I see so much Kieran hate everywhere I go and I just completely don’t understand it?
It’s true, he made a bad choice telling Gwyn about what Mark was saying and it all ended awfully. But can we look at this situation from Kieran’s point of view?
Kieran was alone. Until he met Mark. Mark was the first one for him. Kieran thought that Mark loved him the same way he loved Mark. He was sure that Mark would come back to him, because why not? For Kieran a family means nothing else than pain, rejection and loneliness. He does not understand the feelings Mark has for his family. He does not understand humans and their relations, guess why, BECAUSE HE’S NOT HUMAN. He never lived in a normal family like Mark did, he never had anyone other than Mark showing him feelings of affection.
How would you feel if you saw the only person that ever loved you moving away from you in a way that you have no power over?
Kieran trusted Mark, he trusted him because he loved him, he trusted him because he thought Mark was telling him the truth always, and that his feelings were truth too.
But when he saw him with Cristina he grew anxious. Because he knew that Mark can lie, he is not a faerie. And Kieran has no idea how to deal with lies because he never lived in a world where other are lying.
Kieran was the one that let Mark be who he really felt he is. He was the one who let Mark say and believe that he’s a Shadowhunter. He’s the one who made Mark remember who he is, the whole time he spent with the Wild Hunt.
Kieran gave Mark his heart, the only thing he had, and this fuc… and Mark just threw it away the moment he didn’t need Kieran anymore.
Because that’s basically what he did, used Kieran when he felt alone, and when Kieran was the only one who cared about him, and abandoned him the moment he could go back to his family, his normal life.
And you can think that’s normal, you would do the same thing, but not Kieran.
He lost everything he had, the only person who gave him love just abandoned him. He was abandoned AGAIN. And he didn’t want that to happen. So he did what he did.
But that’s not the end. He understood. He understood fully well that he did a bad thing. And he tried to make things better, he tried to help Mark and his family, because he knew already how much family meant for Mark.
Do you guys even realize, that it’s 99% official, that Kieran killed Iarlath. He killed another Faerie, because this Faerie hurt Mark, his one and only love, hurt him and his family. And Kieran could not forgive that. So he killed him knowing the consequences.
And the most heartbreaking thing for me was the moment, when Mark told him he’s staying with his family. And Kieran just left. He left to be killed. And he knew that.
But he left, because he didn’t want to bother Mark who didn’t love him.
He left because there was no life for him without Mark.
And I just can’t stand it when I see people hating on Kieran, because he was not in the wrong.
He was just a Faerie boy, who was used and thrown away when he wanted to find happiness.
Alrighty so this is another one of those voltron prediction/theory/rant its basically an analysis of some parts of season 2 not all bc that would take me forever but just a few key parts (aka the key to my heart Klance okay bye). So grab a drink because this is an essay folks that I spent way too much time on than I should have. Let’s begin shall(ura) we? (I hate myself)
So I’m gonna start with a very good and very platonic (in my opinion) relationship, which is K//allura. Okay okay, they have so much potential to be bffs its exciting.
First off, I took the whole Galra Keith and Allura tension as a message the creators wanted to convey to the viewers about judging someone merely by their race. Honestly I really love it when tv shows, especially kids shows, integrate bigger ideas like racism into their stories. Its subtle yet satisfying and I really really appreciated this particular scene with Keith and Allura.
Allura is describing her hatred for the Galra which is basically her hatred toward a part of Keith that he can’t even control. He never chose to be Galra, it’s just in his blood. And obviously that hurts him because its a part of who he is:((
Like ugh this is so sweet guys. So as you know from the title of this, I don’t ship K//allura at all, but this scene was very special to me in a much different way than how I feel from a romantic interaction. Like this is a genuine moment between two characters that are haunted by the same group, the Galra. Keith is part Galra, he has a part of the enemy inside of him which is probably causing inner turmoil maybe even self-hatred within him. And Allura as we know hates the Galra for killing her entire civilization. These two have a deep character development from this scene alone. We see that Allura has matured from being bitter toward Keith for being Galra to understanding that a person should not be judged by their blood but who they truly are. Also we see that Keith has accepted the fact that yes he may have a part of the enemy within him, but that does not mean he has to be anything like them. He is also pretty stand-off ish and doesn’t like opening up necessarily. He’d much rather keep to himself (other than Shiro), but he is finally opening up to someone else as well. He forgives Allura immediately despite how offensive her bias opinion was towards him. I just love Keith.
So these two are super close now or should be? Which is pretty awesome considering… Keith is super close to Shiro too. SO now he’s close to both Shiro and Allura who are both, might I remind you all, much older than would be appropriate for him to have a romantic relationship with. Anywho, this reeks of space parents and an angsty teen.
Which then leads to Shallura and why I believe it is pointing toward canon woot woot love these goobers. Alright so I’m solely focusing on a few scenes in particular where my heart was pounding and my eyes watering and I was clutching my heart while screaming at my computer screen. The feels man the feels.
I just about swooned at this. Like these underrated moments are what really get me. Like I love the whole Shiro taking Allura’s hand and telling his wife to get some rest, that got me feeling some sort of way. But this scene guys. In the heat of battle, Shiro is concerned for Allura. He’s basically saying “I wish I could be there to take care of her but Coran you have to do it for me.” I cannot guys I cannot.
She could’ve called for anyone else. Was it Keith? NOPE IT WAS SHIRO, PEOPLE!!
Never forget honestly. This is the face of a broken man. I have never seen Shiro more distressed and this pic doesn’t do it justice but when you watch this scene his eyes are glistening like he’s about to cry. The calm, collected leader Shiro is on the verge of tears? omg I can’t.
Honestly this is my weakness. When a character gets hurt and another character goes ballistic and rages. Like Shiro is so determined to kick ass in this scene and avenge Allura. End me.
For Shallura, they both have an understanding that they need each other. They are each other’s support especially considering they both are the leaders and are the older ones of the group. They help bear each other’s responsibility which is much different than Klance’s dynamic. For Klance it is much more playful and focused on chemistry. And also because they are younger it is much more naive and afraid. Both Keith and Lance obviously care for each other but they try not to show it especially when the other is present. They are self-conscious and afraid of what the other will think, that the other doesn’t feel the same way. Shiro and Allura, however, both know that they care for each other and they aren’t afraid to express it through calling each other’s name during battle and other small gestures like that.
Which I forgot to mention that everyone is freaking out over a simple hug between Allura and Keith but like have you noticed that both Klance and Shallura have not had a proper hug yet? Ummmm is this a slow burn fic or… Seriously tho, I’ve watched plenty of shows and animes (I’m shameless) to know that usually the canon couple does not have that special hugging and seal-the-deal scenes quite so early in the series because all the anticipation builds up until the perfect scene is created. I swear a tender Klance and Shallura moment is coming I swear.
Which then leads to my mains, Klance. I just have to admit that one of the many reasons I love these two is because of the fact that Keith and Lance are like my fav characters of all time. And I can relate to both of them at the same time idk. Anyway, back to what’s important: evidence of canon.
So… Do I really need to show these? Like these scenes do not need further analysis it just reeks of dorks-in-love-who-don’t-know-they’re-in-love-with-each-other-and-who-don’t-know-that-the-other-is-in-love-with-them. Man I love Klance.
So instead let’s over-analyze a few other scenes…
“Babe I thought you would have my back.”
“First you forget the bonding moment now this.”
Look this one is a stretch lol but just look at Keith’s face. When you watch this scene, Keith goes from his signature annoyed and irritated look to a betrayed and frustrated look. Maybe that’s just me, but aside from that, he doesn’t necessarily look pissed off, his face changes from his usual pissy look to something much different. Obviously what Lance says does calm him down enough not to yell back at him, but he also looks frustrated because no one understand him or his secret about his past with the Blade of Mamora and all that good junk at this point. I think it is especially bothering him that he can’t just upfront say what he is hiding, and instead he knows he is looking like a fool in front of them (and especially Lance).
Body language is important. Keith turns around as not to face them, I think he is hurt because obviously this whole situation is important to him but not even Lance seems to understand him. And I seriously think Keith and Lance have like this weird mutual understanding usually. Like ya they fight I get that, but usually they kinda get what the other is trying to get at I feel, idk maybe thats just me.
Let’s take a moment to appreciate how blue Lance’s eyes are in this… I love my son…
So like if you look closely at this scene you notice that when Lance is making eye contact with Keith, Keith has his typical “I hate you Lance but really I don’t but I’m gonna pretend like I do” face. But right when Lance looks away Keith actually looks sad and kinda hurt. Out of everyone, he hates that Lance is the one revealing his flaws, and even he knows its true. Lance stop insulting your husband. He’s actually sensitive about what you think of him:(((
Uhhh lowkey I think Keith is just as insecure as Lance is, but he just doesn’t show it… Oh the Klangst!
And another thing we get to see in Season 2 is that Lance is showing ALOT of concern of Keith’s wellbeing which is pretty big if you ask me because season 1 was basically Pining!Keith worried about his boyf. Now we get to see some worried Lance.
Honestly, like I mentioned before, the creators are going for a slow burn. And both Shallura and Klance definitely have their little hints and subtle moments that are very easily missed. But that’s the point. If it’s too obvious then the ending won’t be as powerful, the couples won’t be as special. Also, the development of both of these couples is going slow but very well thought out and I actually appreciate it a lot. I know for a fact K//allura won’t be canon because their interaction is too straight-up(lol) for it to be canon. It could be said as “predictable” but idk I just get a total brotp vibe from them nothing more, plus if they were hinting at canon for them, they wouldn’t have them hug so soon. Also their reactions and facial expressions toward the hugs and touches would be very different. It wasn’t tender like the Bonding Moment™ or the Shallura hand grab™. Facial expressions and reactions are key! Keith looked indifferent when Allura fell into his arms and their hug was sweet yes but it wasn’t hesitant and nervous like a couple who just discovered their feelings for one another would react. It was a hug between two people who recognize their bond. It was a strong bond yes, between two lovers? no I don’t think so. Allura, herself even confirmed how she now viewed the paladins as her family and it just felt to much like a familial bond I couldn’t see anything more to it. If Kallura was to be canon they would have more subtle moments than in-your-face big moments. Little details in the way Keith or Allura would look, or in the background they would be gazing at each other (*cough* like Keith does to Lance *cough*) It’s the little things that count, remember that.
The only ship I was concerned that would be canon was Sh//eith, because they have an obvious bond that is much different than everyone else. But ever since the “Shiro, you’re a bro to me” happened, it basically killed any chance of it happening. Which in my opinion is much better because Klance and Shallura have so much potential and their stories can expand and be written so well. As it is, the creators are doing a really good job at unraveling their stories slowly but just enough as to give the viewers hope which is the goal usually for tv shows. They try to make the shippers suffer sometimes *sigh*.
Anywho, if you read up to this point thanks for listening to me rambling about space parents and space ranger partners lol! I loved season 2 because it revealed a lot about Keith not only through the obvious backstories and blade of mamora stuff but also through his interactions. And yes Keith is my fav lol. Anyways, I am 99.9% sure Klance and Shallura are gonna be canon but by no means am I saying you shouldn’t ship what you want. You do you, folks. Ship on and enjoy the show!
It was a day like any other for you and your group, except that for the first time you got out of the car with your boyfriend.
Now it’s been months that the media knew of your relationship, but you never appeared at a public event together. Not if that event were the Gayo Daejun, so important to shake your legs just at the thought.
“Y/N, breathe. You look like you’re about to die. ”
“Sorry, sorry… It’s that I’m afraid. ”
“Of what? You look beautiful tonight. “He murmured in a tone almost flatterer, winking at you;” Indeed… you’re even too beautiful and sexy. “ He added, biting his lower lip with malice, bursting out laughing because of your gaze.
You bowed your head your own thighs, covered by the black fabric of the dress you were wearing and you bit your tongue not to answer them in kind.
Yoongi loved to tease you like that and you couldn’t ever figure out how to react. Indeed that night he was even more upbeat than usual, and your hands clasped seemed glued together.
“Yoongi, we’re here.”
"Let go of my hand..” You hummed looking out the window, knowing that the cars behind you hosted yours and his friends.
Yoongi’s gaze slid mischievous on your body, shaking his head and then opening the car’s door. The blue suit he wore that night was so good that for a moment you have enchanted by his beauty.
Only his delicate touch on your hand brought you awaken and like a gentleman he was holding your hand and helped you get off the car.
Immediately he laid his hand on your hips as you approach him without leaving even one centimeter of space between your two bodies. Even with heels, you were lower than him, your meter and fifty had never been a problem for you, and his presence at your side could totally brighten you up.
“I repeat… you’re too beautiful tonight, ” He whispered into your ear, gently touching your skin with the tip of his nose.
His hot breath stroked your neck and a thrill ran through your back, but with your great effort, you got to not let go any moans from your lips.
“THERE, THERE!!” your best friend, as well as bandmates, yelled, getting you two and giving a loud kiss onto your cheek.
You greeted them all with a huge smile and a bow, addressed to the other members of BTS because anyway they were your sunbeam and respect was really important.
Finally, you began to walk along the velvet carpet laid out for the occasion, you along side Yoongi while the others were in front of you.
The smile didn’t leave for a second your lips and Yoongi loved to see you so happy. And for one night, he decided to be what usually he was into intimacy with you, because he knew that somehow it was what you wanted.
He stopped, making stop you too, in front of some photographers and holding his hand firmly on your side began to greet them, allowing them to take pictures of you two.
“YOONGI, YOU TWO LOOK BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT!” Shouted one of the photographers, making you blush completely.
“Isn’t it? But I think she’s the most beautiful of the two tonight. Although I admit that jealousy is eating me alive. ”
His answer made all of them burst out laughing and you could both do but remain silent, completely surprised by his behavior.
It was an idea of your manager to get together at the party, by pure publicity, but he seemed to enjoy the moment.
“Can you kiss her for us? Your photos together are what everyone is calling for! ”
“N–” you were to answer when his hand leaned against the back of your neck, making you turn toward him.
His lips were on your moments later. They were hot, though the temperature that night, and immediately began to ask to yours to blend in with them. Despite the surprise, you began to reciprocate that kiss that wasn’t innocent, but passionate as those exchanged in the privacy of your bedroom.
Your legs shuddered and when he moved slightly away from your lips he had to hold you up because that kiss had been a real act of betrayal.
“Are you okay babe?” He asked with a small amused smile.
“N-No..” You whispered with the voice hoarse with emotion.
He winked, waved at the photographers, still in total turmoil, and joined his friends, who were waiting at the entrance of the huge building that hosted the event.
“Did you have to kill her in that way?” Hoseok asked, chuckling delightedly.
“I love to kiss her. Why hold me? ” He replied and you raised your eyes to heaven, even if oddly you loved the Yoongi of that night.
The evening was continued with joy, all the performances were great and Yoongi never missed an opportunity to show you to the cameras. Hugs, stolen kisses, his hands always in contact with your skin, the whispers into your ear. He never missed an opportunity of touching you and show some pda in public.
He was incredibly proud to say to be your boyfriend and that left you bewildered. The private Yoongi, the guy you loved for almost a year, was another person that night.
“Yoongi… are you okay? ”
“You’re all … Skinship and public displays of affection. ” You point out, while his smile widened and his hand ended up on your shoulders, discovered due to the cut of the dress.
“Don’t you like it?”
“Obviously.. But you’ve never been that way. ”
“True.. But you’re so and for tonight I want to make you happy. ” He murmured and the sincerity of his words struck you completely, threatening to make you cry.
You leaned gently your hand on his cheek, moving towards to him and touching his lips with yours. You didn’t care that others look at you or took a photo, you just wanted to kiss him.
“I wanted to kiss you, that’s all.”
Y/F/N continued to yell into your ear, as she attempted to reach the notes only Jimin seemed able to reach, while with a huge smile you observed the performance of the BTS.
Performance that ended too soon for your tastes, but fortunately they didn’t send them off the stage but the two MC began talking with them and ask what they had in store for their fans.
“Yoongi, tonight you’re here with your girlfriend, right?” Baekhyun asked, provoking you another wave of embarrassment. Hide behind your friends was unnecessary because the lights were already focused on you and the only thing you could do was greet the cameras and smiling.
“Yes, we’re here together Sunbae.”
“You get along well! Your secret?? ”
“Be in love.” Yoongi hummed with shyly smile and even if you were far from him you knew that his cheeks were stained pink and his gummy smile would make an appearance. “Y/N understands my needs and even though we are completely opposite, she’s still with me. Then look at her.. How can I not feel lucky with a girl like her? ” He added, trying to catch his breath and triggering yet another wave of the spotlight on you.
“In fact, she’s really gorgeous!”
“Yeah and she’s mine. That’s my girlfriend … It’s like a dream. ” He admitted running a hand through his black hair, making whistle Namjoon and Hoseok who had teased him.
Meanwhile, you were in utter embarrassment, so when they returned to their seats close to yours, you tightened his hand and you dismissed from the spotlight.
Walk on high heels was difficult, especially with the split of the dress which threatened to make you stumble, but you needed to speak to him.
You Loved his attention but didn’t want him to act in a different way just because you loved displays of affection.
Coming into a dressing room, you didn’t know who it was, you tightened your arms onto your chest looking at him seriously.
“What is it, baby?”
“I don’t want you to be who you aren’t.” It was the only thing that you whispered, looking into his eyes.
“Do you think this is not who I am??”
“You hate these things.”
“But I love you.” He Noted, making you jump for the umpteenth time. Rarely he admitted his feelings openly and that, like the others, he managed to melt you totally. Your heart melted and you could not do anything to stop him.
“Y/N.. What I said on stage is real. I’m lucky, damn lucky. ”
“Also I..But… it’s just … ”
“Baby, shut up and get back from the others, or they could think that we’re doing something dirty.” He giggled, taking your hand and as he approached the door.
“Huh, baby?” He asked into a breath, stopping with his other hand on the handle of the door; “What’s the matter?”
“I love you too.”
“I know, it’s impossible not to love me.” He winked at you, with that smile to take the breath away and you never tired of seeing onto his loveable lips.
And it was true, it was impossible to not love him.
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it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.
you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.
tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours.
we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.
“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.
it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.
“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.
you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.
“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.
it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.
he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.
you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.
its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.
he had everybody fooled, except you.
“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”
he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt
“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”
you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table
“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.
“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy
he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.
you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.
“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.
“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave
“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.
“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.
she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.
“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”
she ignores you staring off behind you
“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.
you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”
“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet
“what now?” she snaps
you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”
her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends
you laugh clapping your hands together
“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”
your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me”
“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.
“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”
she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”
“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle
she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.
you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.
you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him
“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.
he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.
he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.
arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”
you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.
“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest
“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend
“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”
your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said
a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.
“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”
archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”
you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain
“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.
she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells
you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers
“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.
“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.
a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens
“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh
he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.
“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously
you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”
his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams
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Hey guys...Im really down atm, can you two tell me a cute story to cheer me up or something? Hope you dont mind... love you a lot
Draco: Okay, so you know our cat Severus? The black one?
Harry: The one that looks like a minion of Death Himself?
Draco: The one with the prettiest green eyes in the world?
Harry: *hurt* Hey! What about my green eyes?!
Draco: *deadpan* Are you seriously jealous of my affection for our cat?
Harry: *grumpy* He only likes you. He absolutely hates me.
Draco: He does not hate you - he’s just wary; the poor thing roamed the streets as a kitten, can you blame him?!
Harry: I don’t blame him! I love him despite the way he looks at me, like he wishes I’d die so he’d have you all to himself.
Draco: *laughing* Okay, so I was going to tell you about how we got around to adopting him. We were walking home one night and we saw him being thrown around in this filthy alley. The poor thing was being bullied by these other huge cats–
Harry: *impassively* He was literally just playing with three other kittens– his own siblings, I’m willing to bet–
Draco: They were bigger than him–!
Harry: It was a bunch of kittens gamboling around, Draco–!
Draco: *impatiently* Whatever! So, Severus sort of came forward when I called out and I petted him for a few minutes–
Harry: While indirectly hinting that he wants to adopt the whole litter–
Draco: *bitterly* And Harry, of course, immediately refused; he literally never lets me have anything I want–
Harry: *speechless gaping*
Draco: So then he dragged me away and Severus followed us home, the darling–
Harry: And for the next few days I kept seeing the little thing lurking around, always hissing at me–
Draco: *slyly* There’s this thing you don’t know about - I was feeding him everyday. You never realised.
Harry: *exaggerated gasp*
Draco: *suspicious squinting*
Harry: *pointed look*
Draco: *eyes widening* Oh fuck, how did you find out?!
Harry: I Floo’d back home one day ‘cause I forgot my wand and there you were, cooing at a very familiar looking black kitten while it sat on the kitchen counter eating out of Cleo’s old bowl.
Draco: Oh my god, you sneaky arsehole!
Harry: *grinning* Oh, I’m sneaky?!
Draco: Is that why you so casually came home one day saying we might as well adopt that ‘scary kitten’ that’s always hanging around?!
Harry: Well, you were so cute with him, the way you called him a ‘mini-Harry’–
Draco: *shutting his eyes* Nooooo–!
Harry: Which is why I promptly named him Severus - I’ll never be as scary as that cat. *spots Severus glaring at him from the sofa chair* Will I? Come here, you creepy little bastard.
Draco: *chirps softly* Come here, Sev, come here, darling– *picks up and cuddles the glossy black cat that immediately slinks over to him*
Harry: *loudly* See?! He never comes when I call him! *scratches Severus’ ears anyway*
Draco: *exasperated* Oh my god!
(You can see Severus, as well as their other cats, here! And I hope you feel better soon, love!
Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet.
Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.
A/N: Part two! It’s gonna be a sloooooow burn. (sorry, not sorry) Mention of Naomi Campbell; just saying: I don’t mean anything by it. I love her. Ok? Ok.
“You enjoying yourself?”
James leaned over your shoulder just as you told another model to take his shirt off (one of the perks of your job)
- prepare yourself for the GREASE - for your first date, junhui takes you to the beach and you’re both just walking along the shore, talking about anything that comes to mind - halfway through the date, you playfully push junhui into the water and he retaliates by pulling you in - you both chase each other around while splashing water everywhere, laughing and having fun together - at some point, he takes off his shirt and you’re like OMFG JUN PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON and you cover your red face with your hands - while your face is still buried in your hands, he grabs your waist and makes you both fall into the water and when you resurface, the two of you are laughing your heads off - you and junhui walk back to shore when you get tired, and the rest of the day is spent sitting on the sand talking while waiting to get dry - when sunset comes and you suggest it’s time to leave, junhui says “wait” and proceeds to write something on the sand with his finger - when he finishes, you look down to see that they’re chinese characters and when you ask him what they mean, he says “i love you” - and right after he says that, you both share your first kiss - let the grease begin - when you’re yelling at him, he brings his hand up to your face and squishes your cheeks together so that you make a fishy face anD THEN HE KISSES YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME - but it works and you’re not mad at him anymore and you hate yourself for it - he says cheesy pick-up lines out loud in public just to embarrass you - “jun i’m already yours THERE’S NO NEED FOR THOSE PLEASE STOP” - when you wear tight clothing, he looks you up and down and wiggles his eyebrows and you’re like just leave - the type to blow kisses at you and frowns the rest of the day when you flick/dodge them - ALWAYS tries to show off in front of you - once effed up his shoulder dancing to mansae because he over-exaggerated his dancing during the chorus - after that, the boys banned you from coming to their dance practices - teaches you a bit of martial arts for your safety, but during training he pins you to the floor and kisses you - when he’s sick, he makes it seem worse than it really is just so you’d take care of him - asks for kisses all the time - “jun get up we’re going to be late” “i’ll get up for a kiss ;)” “ok i’m going first then” “NO COME BACK” - the type to purposely send you shirtless pictures of himself and then write something like “oops!! sorry that was an accident” right after - he ALWAYS walks out of the shower with his hair soaking wet, and his towel wrapped around his waist and you’re like PUT!! SOME!! CLOTHES!! ON!! - some days he just looks sO HANDSOME AND YOU’RE DYING LIKE SOMEONE HELP DOWAJWO SOS - insists that you watch the movies and dramas he was in before he debuted - he LOVES it when you wear his clothes, he’s always lending you his shirts, hoodies and varsities because he loves seeing you in them - in fact, you guys have matching hoodies and he insists that you both wear them all the time - steals your phone to take selfies so that your photo gallery is filled with pictures of him - but you just can’t bring yourself to erase them because you love him so much even if the pictures take up so much space - always tells minghao about you and when you go to the dorm, you and minghao just tell each other stories of all the stupid things junhui has done in the past week - you once told minghao you loved his new hair color and guess what junhui dyed his hair the same color LOL - “minghao you have to stop, (name) might fall for you and we might end up having to fight to the death” “because i dyed my hair????” - always within a five-meter radius because he “gets lonely” - he’s always making puns and then laughs really hard at them and you’re like jun WHY - junhui’s so positive all the time and it’s honestly so refreshing - always drinks from the same straw as you because he believes in indirect kisses lmao - really long and slow kisses on the lips, probably pins you against walls too - he always surprises you with kisses and sometimes you put a hand over your mouth to stop him from kissing you but nope that doesn’t stop him HE JUST KISSES THE HAND OVER YOUR LIPS ANYWAY - when you say “i hate you” even as a joke he takes it pretty seriously and asks nonstop if you really do hate him and buys you flowers and says he loves you nonstop - he loves cuddling while facing you because he loves looking into your eyes and memorizing each one of your features - junhui always tries to play it off like he’s all right even when he isn’t because he wants you to think he’s really strong and he doesn’t want you to worry - but you know when he’s sad and you never push him to say it, and eventually he starts opening up to you and just having someone he can rely on…… he loves the feeling - he may be greasy and all, but he does know when to stop and be serious when you’re not in a good mood - when you’re sad, he gives you kisses on the forehead and tells you that you’ll be all right - he also takes you out for a shopping spree and treats you for food and just does everything he can to make you smile again because your happiness is the most important to him - you may always make a comeback to his greasy lines, you may always dodge his hearts and kisses, and you may roll your eyes a lot when you’re around him - but you really do love junhui - “i love you i love you i love you” - “junhui stop” - “i love you i love you i love you—” - to get him to stop, you surprise him with a kiss, but after pulling away… - “wait i wasn’t ready, give me another one!!!”
Someone walking into the bathroom interrupts Louis’ inner monologue. Of fucking course. Harry notices Louis and smiles. He fucking smiles all dimply and bright and for a split second Louis is taken back in time to when they were best friends and how he used to be such a sucker for that smile. Louis’ eyes harden at the thought.
“Hey Lou,” Harry chirps. His voice is soft and gentle, just like it was five years ago, no trace of animosity.
“Hey,” Louis says not looking at him, but at his own reflection straightening his Black Sabbath T-shirt.
“How’ve you been?” Harry asks, running a hand through his hair.
Louis can’t help but snort. “Seriously? You actually care about how I’ve been?”
Harry looks taken aback by Louis’ reaction but recovers easily, “Of course I do,” he says sounding genuinely surprised that Louis would think otherwise.
Or: Harry and Louis have hated each other for almost five years, until they don’t.
Request: Can you
write one where the reader is being really petty towards dean for something he
did and he gets fed up in a cute and fluffy way please.
Request: Could you
write one where the reader is taking a nap and she’s pregnant and wakes up to
dean talking to her stomach and it’s just all fluffy and cute
Word Count: 1,673
Thank you! I hope it’s
what you were hoping for. Lots of love<3
“So anyway,” You continue, dipping the spoon back into the
ice-cream carton and digging out another generous mouthful, “I get into the
kitchen and he’s sat there, just munching on the last cookie. I’m not even
kidding. I’d been craving them for weeks and I’d finally managed to convince
his protective, overbearing ass to take me out to pick up the ingredients and
he eats the last bloody one.”
Sam eyes the carton, balanced precariously atop your growing
bump, and smiles a little, “He can be rude sometimes.”
“I know, right? And he acts like it’s nothing, like I
haven’t been dragging his spawn around
inside me for… what, seven and a half months?” You sigh dramatically, “All I
wanted was a cookie and now all I have is…”
“Ice-cream?” Sam quirks an eyebrow with an amused smile, but
you just shoot him a sardonic glare.
“It isn’t what I want. And you and Dean are so close, this
might as well be your spawn too, so watch what you’re saying.” You manage to
get the spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth just in time to point the spoon
at him accusatorially, but he only laughs at you – it’s been like this for
nearly three days now, considering that you’re not exactly on speaking terms
with Dean unless it involves backrubs or food.
“I’m sure he feels awful.” Sam attempts, picking up another
plate and setting it in the warm, soapy water of the sink – baby-proofing
efforts are fully underway in the bunker, which, according to Sam, means
turning the place into a clean, half-decent child-rearing environment. The
brothers are so concerned with making it completely perfect and safe that
you’ve barely had anything to do with it, which you’re perfectly fine with at
“No, he doesn’t. He feels bad that I’m grumpy with him. But
he enjoyed that cookie, and I know it.” You narrow your eyes, “They were damn
Sam turns to you after a moment, “Y/N, can I say something
without you… spontaneously bursting into tears or throwing your ice-cream at
“Probably not, but go on.” You nod, scraping out the bottom
of the carton and giving him a roguish grin. He offers a small, though
hesitant, smile, drying his hands off on the towel draped over the oven door
“I think you’re scared. About Dean, about the baby, about
everything.” He watches warily as your eyes narrow, and you sit forward slowly,
a protective hand moving over your stomach as if his words could somehow hurt
the tiny, helpless infant inside, “And I can’t help but wonder if you’re
finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length so that if something does go wrong,
he doesn’t blame himself. So he isn’t so hurt by losing one or both of you.”
“Sam-“ You try, but he has a way of reading you that not
even Dean has managed to grasp – he really is your best friend, your brother in
all but blood – in the least weird way, considering you’ve been with his
biological brother for years.
“You’re going to be fine,
Y/N. All three of you.”
“All four of us.” You correct, and he gives a conceding nod.
“All four of us. We have heaven and hell on our side, Y/N.
Trust me on this one, alright?” He moves half a step closer to you, the smile
on his face reminding you that he’s as excited as you are for this, and has
mulled over every single one of the same possibilities, “We’ve gotten through
everything else. This is just another adventure.”
You let the silence hang between you for a few moments,
before hauling yourself to your feet and fixing him with a look that lets him
know that he’s absolutely right, but that you’re less than impressed about it.
“One of these days, Sam Winchester, you’re going to tell
someone a home truth that they really hate and you’re going to get punched.”
You tell him, though the smile on your face instantly negates any kind of
seriousness in your statement, “And fair warning, I am going to laugh.”
“Fair point.” He smiles, stepping forward to take your
shoulders in his hands and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “Go on,
Y/N, get some rest. I’m almost done here.”
He can tell how obnoxiously tired you are, and even how hard
you’re trying to hide it. It’s been a difficult transition, and one you’re
still struggling with, going from reckless, active hunter, to careful,
nurturing mother – though it’s one you’re more than willing to make.
“Alright, Sammy. I’m going for a nap.”
Naps have recently – even over the last three or four weeks
– have become your primary source of sustenance. Depending on the hours that
Winchester junior decides to make your bladder/ribs/kidneys into his or her
personal trampoline, you’re not getting as much sleep as night as you perhaps
should be, which means that the couch is your new favourite spot – these days,
if either brother or anyone else needs to get a hold of you, that’s usually
where you can be found.
When you find that the something
pulling you from the warmth and comfort of sleep is Dean’s voice, you’re
less than surprised – for a man who pretty much makes a living out of being
sneaky and stealthy, he doesn’t half know how to make a racket (and then some)
when he wants to. What you are more
surprised to find is that, from where his voice is, he’s sat on the floor in
front of you with his face up close to your shirt – more specifically, to your
“… And she’s stubborn; don’t ever try to get in her way.
I’ve known her forever, and I’ve only
actively disagreed with her once or twice. She’s clever, too. Probably too much
for her own good. And beautiful – hopefully you’ll look a lot like her, but not
too much, because then you’ll be charming the living shit out of everything in
a five mile radius from the minute you’re born and none of us will stand a
He’s speaking in a low, soft tone that is difficult for even
you to pick up at this point, but what you do
feel is his hand lightly ghosting over your stomach – at first, you thought
it was a bit odd, the way he’d like to randomly feel you up, but it eventually
became more endearing than anything else.
“Another thing you’ve gotta watch out for with your mom is
that she’s funny. Too funny, sometimes, like when we’re in a life or death
situation and she comes out with a comment and man, does it piss off whoever – or whatever – we’re hunting and it
distracts us all but it just makes the whole thing more bearable. But you’ll
never know any of that, anyway, if we get our way. You deserve better, and I’ll
be damned if that’s not what you’re going to get. Then again, I’m probably
He sighs softly, and after a moment, you feel his nose up
against your skin.
“God, kid, I hope I don’t screw you up. I hope you get the
childhood I couldn’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if you were scared
for one minute of it.” He’s choked up, you realise, your heart skipping a beat
and stomach lurching, “Kid, you are so, so loved. Whether your mom is pissed
off at me or not; whether you know it or not, you two are the best thing that
ever happened to me, and I promise you, you’re not going to forget that. And
neither am I.”
There’s a long moment, and he takes a deep breath, obviously
trying to collect himself – you’ve heard him speaking to the bump before, of
course. He’s played music to it, cranking the volume up in the Impala as soon
as he’d read in one of those books that the baby had hearing organs (‘Have to get their tastes refined early,
Y/N. I refuse to have a child who can’t appreciate a bit of rock.’) and belting
out lyrics even when it was just the two of you – but never like this. Never
with that… vulnerability; never with that kind of feeling.
You prise one eye open, watching him for a few moments, “You
really just can’t let me be mad at you for more than three and a half minutes,
His head snaps up and his eyes widen as he realises that you’re
awake, and have been the whole time – his eyes are still shining and slightly
glazed, but he plays it off by clearing his throat and giving you a small
“So you’re not mad
at me anymore? I can’t keep up.” He says softly, searching for your hand, and,
once he finds it, he twines his fingers with yours sweetly.
“I was never mad at you. Well… not once the damage had been
done.” You concede with a smile, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting
position so he can come and sit beside you, one arm around your shoulders and
the other hand still laced with yours.
“I’m sorry about the cookie. I’ll go and find more, Sam and
I were thinking about-“
“It’s not about the damn cookie, Dean. Not even a little.”
You interrupt, pulling your hand from his to hold his palm to your stomach, “I…
was being dumb. And stupid. And rude. And it was uncalled for, whether I was
being funny and petty over a cookie or not.”
“Is that an apology?” His eyes widen, but a grin spreads
over his face as the baby kicks against his hand. You quirk an eyebrow.
“Don’t push your luck. And whether I’m mad or not, you owe
He doesn’t hesitate to nod, leaning down and pressing a soft
kiss to your lips, “Anything you want. Everything you want. I don’t care, Y/N.
You – both of you – you’re my world now.”
Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.
“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”
“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”
“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”
Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”
“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”
“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.
“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”
Derek sighs. Fuck.
His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”
Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”
“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”
“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.
“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”
Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away.
“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.
Do you think that before Flynn stole the mothership he tracked Lucy down at all? I'm sure he would have been curious about the mysterious professor who wrote his journal-from-the-future. So I can picture him finding her at her university and attending one of her lectures or something. What are your thoughts?
Oh, my god, Anon. My thoughts are I have had these EXACT THOUGHTS!
He DEFINITELY looked her up before the series starts! No doubt. None. Erase all doubt from your mind. We don’t know the degree of it. Maybe Flynn searched online for information about her. Maybe he read one of her books (a history book– not the sad, handwritten one). Maybe, yes, he even sat in the back of at least one lecture. We don’t know how far he went researching her (he’s an intelligence gathering special agent and this could actually be quite in depth– he has her tax returns), but we do know that Flynn looked Lucy up in the present day before setting his plan in motion.
And it all sounds like an interesting little possibility and fan theory, one more connection Flynn and Lucy have before even meeting face to face, but the logical part of our brain is still like, “Proof?”
How about the fact that, in the Pilot, he knew what she looked like? Yeah. Once you realize Flynn picked her out of a frantic crowd at night in front of an explosion, it hits you: “How did he know her face?” Lucy can write her entire life story in that journal. Flynn can know her mind as well as she knows herself. But unless Lucy included a photograph, he would not know her to see her. He’d pass her on the street. Conclusion: either through research or because he staked her out (attended one of her classes), Flynn was familiar with what Lucy looked like prior to meeting her in 1937.
Now, you can argue the above. You could say that one brief, mid-episode snippet is the real first time Flynn sees her. The part when he’s watching the three be arrested after he called in that tip on them.
BUT! he is very, very far away. And he’s not even the one looking through the binoculars when it happens.
He certainly can’t make out her face. And would he really approach her later with his biggest identifier being that she had on a brown coat? Why would he WANT to leave it up to chance? Why would he risk not knowing what Lucy looks like before going into the past where he knows he’s going to run into her? I really don’t think he would.
Also (just mentioning) Flynn’s guy that Wyatt kills in the hangar knew who Lucy was, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Flynn did brief his men about her though. We know that. Because after realizing who she was (whether because Flynn passed around a picture of her or because he said she’d be the woman following them), the man said, “Flynn wants to talk to you.” So Flynn made certain his men knew who Lucy was and that, if found, she should be brought to him, presumably unharmed.
I really think it makes sense that Flynn looked her up beforehand. It makes more sense than him not doing it. Checking up on Lucy just fits Flynn’s character. Not only for curiosity’s sake, but because Flynn won’t be caught unaware again. After Rittenhouse and his family, Flynn researches, he double-checks. The man has become obsessively prepared. It’s like a compulsion he now has. He needs that sense of control so much he doesn’t even delegate unless he has to. He trusts no one. He does everything himself. He’s paranoid something will go wrong. So many episodes, he has to check the journal before allowing himself to act. Even in 1.12, he pulled it out and studied the drawing before approaching Emma’s cabin. He looks before he leaps, and you can’t tell me that doesn’t include investigating Lucy before thrusting them into the situation where they meet. He would want to know her first, familiarize himself a little better.
So yes, he looked her up before stealing the Mothership. Fight me.
A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath!
“Okay, I should go”
“Do you have to?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Betty sighed and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Jughead’s nose before pushing herself up to a seated position and placing her feet on the floor, “I’ve got to go back to my place before work starts. I left my computer there.”
Jughead groaned, grabbing Betty by the waist and pulling her back into bed, “Just five more minutes.” he mumbled.
Betty laughed and rolled her eyes, “Juggie, you said that five minutes ago. And again five minutes before that. If I don’t leave now I’ll be late.”
Betty sat up once more, and this time Jughead rose with her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. Betty leaned into the comfort, releasing a small moan.
“Move in with me.”
“What?” Betty laughed, turning to face him. Her smile faded to shock as she registered the look of seriousness on his face. “Are you - are you serious?”
“Why not?” Jughead grinned, “You practically live here anyway! And you know how much I hate it when you leave. Besides… isn’t this what people do when, you know, they’re in our position?”
“In our position?” Betty smiled at his fumbling, eyebrows raised in jest.
“I just meant… I love you. And I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you every morning. I want you to move into my apartment. I want it to be our apartment.”
Betty looked at his wide, puppy-dog smile in disbelief, “Okay. Okay let’s do this.”
“Yeah?” Jughead asked, eyes brimming with hope.
“Yeah,” Betty smiled and leaned in, cupping his face in her hands and excitedly placing a kiss on his lips, “Yeah! Let’s move in together!”
Jughead grinned and tackled her back onto the bed, pinning her down and peppering her with kisses. “I love you so much right now it’s insane.”
Betty giggled, “I love you too. So, so much.” She practically squealed in excitement before kissing him once more. Suddenly aware of the time, Betty let out a laugh. “Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.”
(let’s pretend his hair is as long as it is in the fic. the gif just fits too perfectly.)
“Dad, no!” Gavin latched himself onto Bucky’s leg, crying. It was what you wished you could have done. But it would have been frowned upon. At least if it was your son acting out, it was acceptable.
“I have to go.” Bucky fought Gavin on his leg, handing you the bag you’d given him the week before. “You get to go home with your mom.”
“But I want you.” Gavin continued to cry, his tears wetting Bucky’s jeans. You felt helpless. You wanted to scoop up your son and protect him. You had wanted to since all of this started. It wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t know. All he knew was his dad picked him up, they spent a week together and then he dropped him back off to you. That was one of the hardest things. You were unable to tell your son why his dad wasn’t home, why he left.
“Come on baby. Dad’s gotta go.” You frowned, holding Avery with one arm and bending down to help Gavin. Gavin cried harder, grasping at the folds in Bucky’s jeans.
“I’ll see you next week.” Bucky nodded, seemingly unfazed by Gavin’s cries.
You fought a scoff. “Yeah. See you then.” You sighed, picking Gavin up and walking to the car. Bucky didn’t stick around any longer than he had to. You blocked Gavin’s view of his father driving out of the parking lot.
I am going to be incredibly brave and say YES, Mark Hamill is the best Joker. Please no hate mail!
Look, I just re-watched Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker today, and he had some prime line deliveries in that. And some might point to the flashback scene as the best stuff, I think his quips with Terry are better. With Bruce, he was dedicated to destroying him and so was just being a friggin’ jag– with Terry, he was having fun because he wasn’t taking Terry seriously.
I was looking through tumblr and I saw all these post on how Jeff Azoff is a snake or worse than Simon blah blah blah.
And here I am thinking when have we ever even HEARD Jeff talk? What Harrys documentary? That doesn’t count, and even if it does it doesn’t make him look like a bad person at all!
I hate that this fandom labels EVERYTHING as PR, and I hate how you people think you know everything about the people Harry hangs out with. I HATE that you people feel entitled to even THINK that your opinion is the way Harry should live his life!
I hate how you guys closely analyze things and I hate how YOU GUY HACK AND THEN SAY IT’S PR. EVERYTHING IS PR TO YOU PEOPLE!?!?!?!!?1
How many of you even know what PR freaking is? Honestly. Harry is photographed like 2 feet away from a girl and everyone is like “who is that” and other people respond with “calm down they’re just friends” when how do you know they’re just friends? maybe they’re more or less and there isn’t anything wrong with that because HARRY STYLES IS A HUMAN BEING, HES ALSO A 23 YEAR OLD MALE THAT PROBABLY HAS THE ERGES AND MINDSET OF any ANOTHER 23 YEAR OLD.
SO FUCK THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SAYING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HARRYS RELATIONSHIPS ARE FAKE. FUCK the people who are even saying THE CAROLINA GIRL WAS PR!!! SERIOUSLY YOURE THAT JEALOUS THAT, THAT CAROLINA GIRL CANT BE REAL????? IT’S ALL PR???? And larry is a whole other subject that is just so toxic at this point, But this is about HARRIES not Larries.
Fuck the people who assume shit about Jeff, Gleene, Lou, Anne, Gemma, Grimmy or whoever is around him. You don’t know these people so stay in your lane, Fuck off and get a freaking life.
I bet half the people who over analyze the life of this guy probably don’t even LOOK at the peoples lives around them!
I hate to get this fired up, and I don’t want to be seen as mean or rude…But seriously I’ve been seeing this ugly shit all over tumblr for too long and I’m at the last straw. This is part of the reason some people don’t come on tumblr anymore and leave the fandom! I’ve stayed away from tumblr for a while for this exact reason.
Please remember you don’t know harry and I know its sad but you might never know his, so just except the fact that he’s a human that is living a life that has nothing to do with yours. JUST SUPPORT HIM AND HIS MUSIC WITHOUT BEING TOXIC!
Summary:You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from
the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends
a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal
life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once
you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?
Preparing for the meeting with Min Yoongi was a thousand
times more stressful that you could have possibly predicted. At first you had
worried about how you were to pay for an extravagant get up for this so called
“meeting”, given that you were knee deep in debt. Luckily for you, a random
lump sum of cash had mysteriously made its way under the door of your
apartment. You didn’t know what was more worrying: the fact that the Min
Syndicate knew exactly where you lived, or the fact that they just so casually
handed you over five thousand dollars in cash. You didn’t even want to think about how they got that kind of
Even with your newfound temporary wealth, you didn’t know
the first thing about how to dress appropriately for a meeting with the mafia.
Despite your uncertainty in shopping for a formal dress, you managed to pick out
an ankle length semi-form fitting black dress. The back of the dress was almost
completely cut out, the fabric ending just below the small of your back, and
with a slit down the side of the dress to show even more skin. It was a little
risqué for your taste, but you figured that this was the sort of thing that mafia
people wore to things like this. At this point you were clueless, so you might
as well look like a fucking goddess.