she hates storms as much as i do i think

Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

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Originally posted by such-ass

NOT SORRY FOR USING THIS GIF ^^^MY INSPIRATION^^

Part 1 Part 2

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.

HunHan - Theory (Law v Law)

Warning: Lots of reading.

Law Student vs Law Student

Proposition, fighting for theory - MEEEEEEEEEE (hunhan-never-dies)

Opposition fighting against theory - James (Lu-for-bottom)

Thomas: *Squeals*

James: Whilst it’s an interesting concept, I’d be surprised if there was actually any evidence to stand for its plausibility–

Thomas: Shut up and watch a pro do this shit.

Thomas: In this gif, LuHan slows down his walking and turns his head over to look back at Sehun. It appears as if LuHan was actually trying to wait for Sehun, so that the two of them could walk together.

But notice how the dude walking behind LuHan (maybe one of the crew…possibly one of the managers or staff) puts his hand up to try to usher LuHan forward by his left arm? Almost as if he didn’t want the two of them walking next to each oth–

James: Bullshit. If he was the manager (or any official in SM for that matter), then he was most likely just telling Luhan to keep walking. Luhan stopping to wait for Sehun was slowing them down. It probably had nothing to do with HunHan in itself.

Thomas: …Just had to shut me down, didn’t you?

James: As much as I want to believe this “theory”, I highly doubt SM would have been against HunHan, considering how much fan service they provided.

Thomas: You do realise that there are a shit-load, and I mean A SHIT LOAD, of people who ship themselves with either LuHan or Sehun.

James: …huh.

Thomas: Remember that time Taeyeon got a hell of hate when everyone found out she dated Baekhyun for a lil’ bit? How do you think people would have reacted if HunHan had publicly cannoned?

James: …Shit storm?

Thomas: EXACTLY. Yet another reason HunHan would have had to unwillingly conceal their relationship. AND I have a gifset to back me up.

^^ LuHan waits for Sehun

^^ HunHan walk together and Sehun happily grabs onto LuHan’s arm

^^ They notice all of the cameras and instantly separate.

Thomas: It’s clear to almost everyone that they were trying to hide their close relations. The way the two of them awkwardly try to brush it off as if nothing had happened is just too obvious.

But here’s the interesting part.

Both of them reacted in the exact same way (i.e. both of them realised they were being too friendly with each other and stopped what they were doing immediately, trying to act casual). Why would BOTH of them react instantaneously as if them standing so close together was a bad thing?

What if it was? At least, in SM’s opinion…what if SM had told HunHan not to act in such ways for the sake of their fans?

James: You’re delusional.

Thomas: *Grumbles*.

James: From a statistics point of view, HunHan was officially one of the most talked about ships of 2012-2013. SM would never have opposed to that kind of publicity. They may have even encouraged it.

Thomas: You think all of that publicity was GOOD publicity? They received a shit-ton of hate from envious fans. 

James: Have you learnt nothing from Business Studies? Publicity is publicity, which ever way you look at it. Good or bad, it draws attention. SM wouldn’t have shunned a couple that was receiving both hate and praise.

Thomas: …You believe LuHan’s newest single “Excited” was about Sehun, don’t you? You know, judging by this little post you did not long ago.

James: …Where are you going with this?

Thomas: Quote from the song - “If I could still choose, exchange the mistakes of the past for luck and temptation”

Temptation of what? Displaying affection? Why would you need luck for that? 

Maybe it was because he was afraid to be caught by SM. After all, why would you need luck when facing your temptations, unless of course, your temptations were not permitted.

Mistakes of the past, if we’re developing off of ^^ this idea, may have been referring to LuHan not showing his affections, allowing SM to control him–

James: Now you’re just making stuff up.

Thomas: But Jamie hyung, I’m just developing off of what hyung said in HIS  OWN theory about ‘Excited’. Is hyung trying to tell me that what HE SAID wasn’t true? ~

James: -__- Can I speak now?

Thomas: Knock yourself out :P

Jamie: Remember this?

Thomas: Lol obvi. >> ._.

Jamie: So you’re aware of all the HunHan controversy it caused. It gained a lot of publicity from Hunhan shippers and haters alike, correct?

Thomas: *Grumbles* You’re reiterating the same poi–

Jame: Let me finish ;)

There are some obvious hate comments relating to these posts, consisting of “Oh my god, it’s not LuHan, jesus, retards” and “you guys are so stupid, hunhan is soooo over like stfu” etc. 

Don’t you think if SM disliked the controversy this post was causing THAT MUCH, they’d have had Sehun take it down? They clearly have the authority to do so, as it was confirmed that they did this with Tao’s Instagram before he left EXO. 

But the post was never taken down despite the controversy. Why? Because SM WANTS ATTENTION. SM is the biggest attention whore out there! They love it! To say that they would put an end to something like HunHan, one of the most controversial ships I know, would be illogical.

Thomas: …Pfft. IDGAF. There’s no solid evidence to DISPROVE me…*grumble grumble grumble*

James: ^^ Cute.

Thomas: >.> Well at the end of the day, a Theory’s just a Theory. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion…*cough*

Well that was a total load of pointless.

Thanks for the awesome Theory Anon <3 <3 AI LUB YOU <3

James: More than exo?

Thomas: No comment.

James: More than me?

Thomas: Again, no comment.

C’est Fini. 

anonymous asked:

IA, I don't think Minnick is totally done yet

😭 sad times. I hate what she’s doing to Arizona, she makes her much less likeable. Az hasn’t been a good man in a storm for way too long.

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22.05.16 // the calm before the storm…

first exam tomorrow! Safe to say I’m f***ed. I have this weird calmness, I think I’ve just accepted my fate now. I hate this feeling so much, more than anything else in the world. I know being a vet is all I want to do, but I just can’t seem to get out of bed in the morning / get my head in the game.

In other news, it’s my dogs 12th birthday today. So here she is being a queen 👸🏻

Home for Christmas

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Home for Christmas

How about she gets badly injured on hunt and calls Dean to say goodbye and cas gets to her in time to get her back to the bunker to heal her

 

Authors Note: Finally got it done Sweet, after all the waiting. So sorry it took so long. I won’t reveal how many I wrote, that I wasn’t happy with or didn’t end the right way before this came to mind. Lol. @msimpala67

WORD COUNT: 4000

‘Babe, you coming?’

‘Not tonight. I have some research I want to do.’

‘That’s all you ever do lately,’ he sulked.

‘Sorry, I think I found something and I’m looking into it.’

‘Sure, whatever.’

‘Can we not do this please. It shouldn’t take much longer. I promise. I just want to finish-.’

‘Don’t stress about it Y/N,’ Dean growled.

Y/N watched as he grabbed his jacket and keys and stormed out, leaving her standing in the motel in tears. She hated this, she hated how things had changed between them. They had been dating for almost 12 months. This Christmas marked exactly 1 year. She thought back to Christmas last year, how everyone had exchanged gifts. Y/N and Sam and bought each other books, that was no real surprise to anyone they were both book nerds. Y/N had got Dean a best ever beer songs CD, full of classic rock. She had then put it onto a cassette so he could listen to in baby. Dean got Sam an array of stuff from the local gas station, and Sam did the same for Dean. Y/N found it hilarious. For Y/N though, Dean told her it was coming. He had organised it but it hadn’t arrived in time. She remembered smiling at him, and the way he looked back at her. It only seemed to make her smile brighter.

Dean had dragged her out of the bunker a few minutes later to go for a drive and listen to the new tape. They drove until the first side ended and Dean pulled over and parked by a lake. He told her the truth, he hadn’t got her anything. He’d been looking for a couple of months, but nothing seemed good enough and he couldn’t figure out why. Especially since Sam had no trouble finding something. Dean then confessed he liked her, a lot. And the only thing he wanted and wanted to give her was him, but then that would be more of a present for him and not her. He kissed her then and the rest was history.

Then the past few months’ things had started to change, the two fought a lot. It was one crap thing after another. Y/N needed a distraction so she got back into the graphic designing she used to do before becoming a hunter. She enjoyed it and it was good down time. She was never a drinker, never a partier. So curling up with her laptop and designing beautiful images was her thing. She sold them on etsy and through online stores as digital copies and some printed images and was earning a nice amount for a rainy day.

Sam came back a few hours later, startling Y/N as he walked through the door.

‘Just me, he’s still there.’

He looked at the image over her shoulder that she had been working on.

‘It looks amazing.’

‘Yeah, it does,’ she grinned. ‘I am almost done. I’m just sharpening the colour.’

‘He’s going to love it.’

‘Let’s hope it was worth the fights,’ she said sadly.

‘Hopefully, he will realise what was happening and apologise. It’s not like you’ve ever been a drinker and now he’s going out most nights. He can’t get mad you’re not joining him.’

‘No, he’s just mad because I’m awake, asleep, hunting, not hunting, listening, not listening.’

Sam chuckled, ‘He’s been a bit grumpy hasn’t he.’

‘Since Detroit.’

‘That screwed everyone up,’ Sam sighed.

They hadn’t got to changeling’s in time and 12 kids died. Y/N almost died trying to save them. Dean hadn’t taken it well.

‘So I spoke to the printing house here earlier. I can email through a high resolution image and they will print it and laminate it for me. It will be ready first thing.’

Y/N smiled with relief as she hit send on the email.

‘Now I can go back to a normal relationship.’

‘You know he’s going to nag until you let him open it?’

‘I know, let’s hope he will wait until Christmas.’

‘That’s three weeks, I doubt it.’

Y/N grinned and nodded. She couldn’t argue that.

‘You reckon he will be here much longer?’

‘It’s Dean, probably.’

‘I might head over.’

Y/N changed into skinny jeans, a slouch sweater and boots and ran a brush through her hair and headed over.

She arrived at the bar and walked inside, looking around through the crowd for her boyfriend. She spotted him at the bar talking to some redhead. Y/N rolled her eyes, the guy couldn’t go anywhere without someone hitting on him. She got closer and noticed his arm on her waist, running up and down her back under her shirt.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent him a text.

‘Finished, it was a bust. You going to be long? Might come for that drink after all?’

‘Don’t worry about it. I will be heading back soon. Sorry for being a jerk.’

Y/N watched as he pocketed the phone and continued talking to the redhead, leaning into her whispering in her ear.

‘Is that before or after you bang the redhead?’

Y/N watched as Dean pulled the phone out his pocket again with an exaggerated sigh and read the message. She watched how he paled, his hand dropped instantly and panic crossed his face as he looked around. She didn’t need to see anything else. She turned and walked out. She kept walking until she found a quiet place to sit and cry. Y/N spent the remainder of the night, declining Dean’s calls.

By sun up, she had come to a decision. She went to the printing house and picked up her images. They had turned out better than she expected. She smiled at the way in which she had subconsciously known how this was going to go. The image told her everything. They packaged it for her, even gift wrapped it.

She returned to the motel, and placed the parcel on the bed.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ Dean growled. ‘I’ve been going out of my mind.’

Y/N looked at him but didn’t say anything. She looked over at Sam, his sad smile telling her he understood. He grabbed his book and headed outside. Giving the two a chance to talk.

Y/N turned to Dean and looked at his tired, drawn face. He hadn’t slept either, his eyes were red, his hair slightly greasy.

‘I’ve been calling and driving everywhere trying to find you,’ Dean said, slightly calmer this time.

His voice didn’t fool her though, she could hear the anger under it, the pain. But most prominent was the fear.

‘I wished you had of answered, had of let me explain,’ Dean tried.

Y/N stood there, completely emotionless, watching as he ran a hand through his hair.

‘I shouldn’t have… I wasn’t going to leave with her Y/N, I wouldn’t. I didn’t even have any plans or thoughts in that way. She just, she came over and started flirting. The contact, the talking. I’ve missed it. We don’t…we just fight.’

Y/N didn’t falter; she didn’t even move.

‘Sweetheart?’ Dean said quietly.

Y/N still refused to say anything, she didn’t trust herself to speak. To move. She was on the brink of falling apart and it was taking ever ounce of strength she had to hold it together.

‘Baby, please say something. You’re scaring me.’

Y/N picked up her bag, and stuffed her clothes into it.

It was then Dean lost it. The fear took over as he watched her prepare to leave.

‘Don’t you dare!’ he yelled. ‘You don’t get to this, to walk away without saying anything. Without trying to fix it. Without fighting for us.’

He watched as she calmly continued to pack her bags, her demeanour only making it worse for him.

‘Damn it Y/N! What happened to fighting? Since when aren’t we worth fighting for?’

‘Since I realised that you don’t want me,’ she said quietly.

Dean froze and watched as she walked into the bathroom and back out. She placed her toiletries in her duffle and zipped it up.

‘What?’

Dean’s blood ran cold. He could feel his hands shaking, he clenched his fists in an attempt to stop it.

‘I do, of course I do. I’ve never wanted anyone like I do you.’

‘If that were the case, last night would have been very different. My text wouldn’t have been what stopped you.’

Dean stood there, watching as she placed her chargers, laptop, tablet and purse into her back pack.

‘I wouldn’t expect to hear from me anytime soon,’ she said quietly.

‘This is crap. I wasn’t the one who pulled themselves from the relationship. Sure, I screwed up last night, but I never slept with her. Or anyone else. I was just enjoying comfort that my estranged girlfriend wasn’t giving.’

‘I was busy-.’

‘With research, right. You know what? Go. Apparently you didn’t want me either.’

Dean watched as she finally showed emotions, as she fought back the tears.

‘You have no idea how wrong you have it.’

‘Or how right. You were right to stay quiet. It’s not worth fighting for.’

The words slipped out before he could say anything. But deep down Dean hoped that it would set her off, make her show her emotions, make her fight. Dean watched as she picked up her bags.

‘Enjoy that,’ she gestured to the bed. ‘No one else can.’

Dean went to the fridge and pulled a beer out, downing half of it in one go. He couldn’t believe her. Sure, things had been tense, but to think he didn’t love her. That was stupid.

He looked at the large flat parcel on the bed and considered tossing it. But curiosity got the better of him. He sat there for another 20 minutes, looking at it.

He got up and walked over to the parcel and unwrapped it, opening up the cardboard, he found a framed image that made him burst into tears the second he saw it.

‘She’s spent the past six months working on it every chance she had. There was never any research. She just wanted to surprise you,’ Sam said from the door. ‘Every time the two of you fought because of how busy she was it killed her. She almost gave up so many times.’

Dean looked at the image, running his fingers along it. The impala sat proudly in the background. Standing in front of it, was John and Mary Winchester, Sam and Dean, Bobby, Jo and Ellen. They were stand there smiling and happy like one big happy family. He picked it up and found a second one underneath it. This one was just the boys and their parents.

‘You’d told her once you wished you had a picture of them. She contacted everyone trying to get photo’s she could use.’

Dean wiped the tears from his face, shifting them he found a smaller one he could jam in his wallet of the four Winchesters.

‘She made this?’

‘Yup, photo shopped it. She did draw it originally but she decided she wanted it in colour. And she got upset she couldn’t get Mom’s face quite right. God, there are so many drawings of Mom in her book.’

Dean walked out to the car and searched for Y/N’s art book. He knew she liked to draw but he never took any notice of what she was doing. He found it half under the front seat and pulled it out, flipping through it. He saw countless drawings of his Mom, of the boys, of the impala. He collapsed into the back seat, and ran his hand over his face, wiping away the tears that fell. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled her number, praying she would pick up.

‘Come back, please. I am so sorry. Can we just talk? Don’t write us off Y/N, I swear I want us, I want you, I always have. You were the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had.’

By the end of it Dean found himself crying. Reality sinking in, she had left. Even before they were together, he was so scared she would find this life too much and walk. Then once they finally got together, he always panicked she would leave him. He closed his eyes as the tears fell onto the book. He snapped it shut, trying to protect the artwork. He still remembered their first kiss, the nutmeg egg nog taste of her lips. The smell of Christmas in her hair as he pulled her in tighter. The way he felt her skin warm under his fingers. Last year was the best Christmas he had ever had.

He jumped out of the back of the car and into the front, throwing the car into reverse and driving through the streets trying to find her. It was dejavu from last night. That same sick feeling creeping into his stomach, what if he didn’t find her? What if he never found her?

He returned to the motel room hours later to find Sam hanging up the phone.

‘She wants you to stop calling, Dean,’ Sam said quietly.

‘That was her?’

Dean snatched Sam’s phone called Y/N back.

‘Sorry if he’s pissed at you,’ Y/N sighed.

‘Baby?’ Dean cried. ‘Come back, please. We can talk about this.’

The line stay quiet.

‘Y/N,’ Dean begged.

‘I don’t think we can.’

‘Of course we can, we… we can fix it,’ he sobbed.

Sam gave Dean a sad look.

‘No, we can’t. You know that. Do you really want to go back to fighting all the time?’

‘No, of course not. I want to go back to a life with my girl in my arms.’

Y/N sighed.

‘Dean there’s something seriously wrong with us, if you need to go elsewhere to feel comfort.’

‘I was a dick Y/N. I was selfish and I shouldn’t have. Come back please.’

‘I have to go Dean. Stop calling. Please. I just need time.’

‘But then you’ll come back right? We can sort this out?’

Y/N didn’t say anything.

‘Baby?’ he cried. ‘Please tell me you will come back. That you’ll be home for Christmas?’

The lined died.

‘Y/N!’ Dean yelled.

He tried redialling but it just rung out. He had never felt so destroyed, so gutted. Three weeks until Christmas and he had just lost the only thing about the season he loved. The thought made him cry even more. He loved her, he knew that. He’d never told her though. He was so scared that if he did it would sign her death certificate.

The two Winchesters stayed at the motel for another few days hoping she would come back. Afterwards they headed back to the bunker. Dean walking straight to the liquor cabinet and grabbing a bottle before going to the room he shared with Y/N. He pulled the small box out of the bottom of the desk which had Y/N’s gift in it. He opened it and looked at the silver name plate bracelet he had got her. He had engraved it himself I Heart You

He smiled at how happy he was to be able to tell her how he felt without actually saying it. Hoping that it reduced the risk to her life.

He tried calling her again but still got her message bank. He begged for her to come home, he begged for her to pick up. But his calls went unanswered. Christmas drew closer and Sam tried to get Dean to put the decorations up but he refused there was no point if she wasn’t here. It was just sad memories.

Dean lay back on at the bottom of his bed and looked at the framed image above his bed head of everyone in front of the car.

‘Why didn’t you put yourself in it?’ he mumbled.

She was the only thing missing. The picture was almost perfect, it just needed his girl.

Christmas Eve hit and Dean struggled, he called her more often begging her to come home. To talk to him, to give him something other than silence. He had called Cas and had him looking for her but still he had no luck.

Christmas Day came and Dean hadn’t given up hope. He kept telling himself it was the day of miracles, that she would come back to him. He watched the clock as it ticked down the time left in the day. She still had 8 hours. She could still come back to him.

Dean’s phone rang and he pounced on it, shaking when he saw Y/N’s name on the screen.

‘Baby? Where are you? Tell me you’re coming home?’

‘I wish I were.’

Dean could hear the tears in her voice.

‘I love you Dean, I’ve never said it and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it, for pulling away so I could work on those stupid pictures. For ruining everything. And now for ruining Christmas.’

‘You haven’t ruined it. Come home Sweetheart, there’s still time. Hell I’ll meet you half way if I have too. Christmas isn’t over yet,’ he panicked.

‘I won’t be home for Christmas Dean. I won’t be home at all,’ she said quietly.

Dean’s blood ran cold and he struggled to breath.

‘What are you saying? What’s going on?’

‘I screwed up, I went on a demon hunt.’

He heard her wince and fight back a sob.

‘Baby?’ his voice came out as a strangled cry, barely above a whisper. Something was wrong, really really wrong.

‘I need to go, it’s coming back.’

‘Don’t you dare hang up. Where are you? I’ll come get you.’

‘There’s no time Dean and you don’t need to hear it.’

He could hear her crying freely now.

‘I love you, Dean.’

He heard her cry out and the phone went dead. He screamed for her, for Cas, for Sam. He grabbed his keys and ran towards the garage, but realised then he had no idea where to go.

Cas appeared in front of him and Dean begged him to find her, to bring her back. He prayed for her to hang on, to fight. The Winchesters tracked her phone to the woods outside Colorado and then the signal dropped out. Dean screamed at the laptop and turned to Cas demanding he take him there. But Cas refused, he went alone and all he could do was hope he wasn’t being back a body.

It took too long for Cas to find her and when he finally did, he felt like crying. Her body was shredded; from what he could tell it had been a hell hound. He looked at her fading soul, she didn’t have long left. Minutes at most. Cas moved in closer when he saw the hellhound go to attack her again. He slammed his hand into it’s head and watched as it died at his feet.

Cas scooped Y/N up into his arms, her blood flowing freely from her body and leaving trails along the floor. Her light fading further with each passing second.

‘Hold on Y/N, please,’ Cas begged.

He considered healing her there but he could hear more hounds coming, there wasn’t enough time, it wasn’t safe enough. He had to pray that she could hold on long enough to get to the bunker and do it there.

He looked at the woman in his arms. This was going to destroy Dean.

Dean paced the bunker, he didn’t know what else to do. His grief gave way to anger, his body not knowing which way to turn or what to think. He ran his hand through his hair before clenching it into a fist. 8:42pm, Christmas was almost over and the only thing good about it wasn’t here.

He heard the flutter of wings and spun to see Cas standing behind him.

‘I am sorry Dean. I don’t know if it’s too late. Her soul is barely there anymore.’

Dean took in the woman in the angel’s arms. Her once silky hair now matted with blood, the same blood that was dripping onto the bunker’s floor. Dean had never heard anything so loud as the splat as the blood dripped from her body and hit the floor. Nothing except the scream that escaped his mouth.

He ran across the floor and snatched her from the angel, burying his face into her neck.

‘No, no, no, baby,’ he cried. ‘C’mon Sweetheart wake up please.’

‘Dean,’ Cas said gently.

‘Y/N! Please open your eyes. You… you can’t…’ he became a hysterical mess as he collapsed to the floor rocking her. ‘It’s Christmas you …can’t…you’re my…’

‘Dean, I can try and save her but I’m running out of time,’ Cas explained more firmly.

The hunter looked up, his once apple green eyes, now red raw and fluorescent in colour.

‘I need you to put her down.’

‘No, I can’t. I’m not…’

‘Dean,’ Sam said softly, gently taking Y/N from his brother’s arms, laying her on the floor.

Sam pulled Dean back and held him while Cas placed his hand over Y/N’s wounds and did the best he could. Once he finished Dean dived for her, picking up her limp body, cradling her head against his chest.

‘Is she…did you…why isn’t she awake?’ he whispered, too scared to even hear the answer.

Castiel looked over at Sam, unsure how to answer.

‘Dean,’ Sam said quietly, tears running down his face.

‘No, don’t you tell me she didn’t make it,’ Dean growled. ‘She can’t…I can’t…’

He buried his head into her hair and sobbed. She was his Christmas, she can’t leave.

‘Dean, her soul and body were weak, both on the cusp of being completely gone by the time I found her. Her chances were never good.’

‘I don’t want to hear it!’ Dean yelled. ‘Baby please, open your eyes,’ he cried.

Time passed slowly as he held her, begging for her to come back, demanding she open her eyes. He apologised over and over for being a bitch, for what he did.

When he finally ran out of tears and the anger he felt came back. Anger at himself for causing this. At her for leaving, for doing the stupid picture. At Sam for not telling him. At Cas for not getting there in time. At God, for not helping her, for not bringing her home. After all he had done for the bastard, after everything he risked, he lost, he had taken her away as well.

Dean ran his hand along her arm, trying to memorise everything about her. He knew they would be taking her body soon. He took her hand and interwound his fingers with her own. He looked down at how small and delicate her hand was. Her watch caught his eye 11:54pm.

‘This wasn’t how I wanted you to come home. I wanted the eggnog kisses and cinnamon hair,’ he whispered. ‘I wanted the snow ball fights and to be told off for burning the the turkey. I never understood Christmas until you came along.’

He kissed her lips, they were now cold and stiff.

‘You’re all I ever wanted. You’re my Christmas,’ he sobbed. ‘I love you, Y/N.’

Sam’s heart broke watching his brother. Nothing he said or did was going to help. He wiped the tears that fell down his cheeks. He knew what as coming, and he couldn’t, he didn’t want to give her a hunter’s funeral. And Dean…Dean wouldn’t be able to handle it either.

Sam looked up at the clock 11:58 pm. He turned to leave and give his brother privacy, Christmas was over. He doubted they would ever celebrate it again. Not now.

Sam put his hand on Cas’s shoulder, before heading towards the doorway in the direction of the bedrooms.

Dean pulled her limp body up higher and buried his face in her neck as he cried. What he wouldn’t give to feel her fingers in his hair or around his back.

The sharp intake of air and a gasp as Y/N’s body lurched forward caught him off guard, he almost dropped her as he jumped back.

‘Baby?’ he cried.

He watched as she fought to get air into her lungs, the way her chest heaved, the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Dean kissed her, before she had a chance to register what was happening. To realise what was going on.

‘Thank God, I thought… I can’t…I love you Y/N, so much,’ Dean cried.

God watched from his chair as the scene unfolded, he had broken his own rules but he didn’t care. After all Christmas is the time of miracles, and if anyone deserved it. Dean did. He looked at the clock on the bunkers wall and smiled. 11:59 and 58 seconds, she made it home for Christmas.

Harry Potter and the cursed Child, quick review

So, I’ve read the script two times now and I think I’m finally ready to share my opinion…

I am going to start with some general reminder:

Many people were very disapointed when they saw that the book wasn’t a book, but a script. I just wanted to remind everyone that this fact was stated several times before it was published. And please let us remember that a script is 95% dialogue and 5% discription or regie instructions. Things that seem messy, chaotic or didn’t make sense while reading can be magnficent on stage (and let me assure you: they are). 

Critics/ things I didn’t like:

Draco Malfoys lack of Sarcasm. In the beginning I didn’t even notice it, because his wife was very ill and died, and I just thought it normal that he didn’t use his sarcasm that much. In the end it got better, but I still think that there’s an overall lack of it. 

Cedric Diggory becoming a death eater because he was humiliated. While I think that humiliation can lead people to do things they usually would not do, I also think that this was a vast exaggeration. Then again we didn’t get to know what happened in between. 

The son of Voldemort, turned out to be rather amusing, but I wasn’t a fan of it.

Rose being this prejudiced. I expected her to be more like her parents, but then again Ron was pretty prejudiced as a kid too, and it’s mentioned that Ron still talked badly about Malfoy, so maybe it’s because of that.

Things I did like:

Scorpius Malfoy: Sassy and sarcastic as hell, and I loved it! This kid is my spirit animal

Minerva McGonnagal: I loved her, she was so savage. Like, the minister of magic stormes in the room and interrupts her? Nearly a detention. The boy who lived orders her to do something? “What I didn’t see…. I didn’t see….” She is just awesome.

The golden trio: Personally I don’t think that their dynamics have changed that much. There could be troll and stuff? BUt Harry, maybe you’re growing old… Discussing the “oooof” sound. I just loved it.

The Scene with_ Snape. I_ really liked it, even though I hated to see him die the second time. This scene actually made me cry. 

Harry telling Dumbledore off. This was something I really nedded and I loved it.

The scene where _Hagrid _rescues baby Harry. That was just too cute and shows how underrated Hagrid was. 

Harry still having problems with his past. Because I think that very authentic.

This Isn’t Fair | Closed (Jimmy)

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❝Mom come on this isn’t fair. I just wanna spend the weekend with Dad and then come home for my birthday on Sunday.❞ Claire sat in the kitchen the night before while her mom put the things from dinner away, she shook her head at her daughter and leaned against the counter. “Sweety I said no. You’re dad has scheduled times when he sees you and we can’t just let him take you for the weekend.” Claire rolled her eyes ❝Why? Why can’t he have me for the weekend? WHY do you HATE him so much?❞ Amelia shook her head. “Sweety I don’t hate your dad alright. Trust me this is all for your own good. We’ll have your dad over next weekend to celebrate your birthday like we planned.”

Claire shook her head, getting up from her stoll and storming off. ❝Whatever. I have homework.❞ She heard her mom say something before getting to the top of the stairs but she didn’t bother to listen. At this point, when she was about to turn 16, all she could think was how much she hated her mom. It had been a long time since her parents split up. There was a custody battle and once the court caught wind of her dad being forced to ‘seek thearap for his delusions of the angels the court determined him unfir for parenting, granting custody to her mom. He was only allowed to see her when her mom was around. Sometimes they would go to his house, the same house she grew up in but most of the time he came over to her mom’s house. She hated this. She couldn’t wait till she was old enough to move out, then she would be out of there. Before going to bed she pulled out her phone and opened her text messages, going straight to the one titled Dad.

[TEXT: DAD, 9:45PM] Night Dad. Miss you.

She curled up in the blanket her dad had bought her for her last birthday and drifted off into sleep. The next day drug on but finally she was out of school for the weekend. Normally she rode the bus home but this time, this time she would be walking. Walking back to her real home. The house looked just like she remembered it. She took a deep breath and clutched her backpack that was full of clothes for the weekend. She walked up the stairs to the large porch and knocked on the door, practically bouncing with joy. Her mom worked till 7, so she had at least until then to come up with a game plan.

anonymous asked:

Jemma starts crying on the date not really because of Will and she misses him. She's surprised that Fitz kept the reservation for so long and once it hits her how deep is his love is for her, she starts crying. Not because she remembered the date w/Will but because she regrets on giving up on ever going home, to Fitz. He never gave up on her. The crying scene is guilty & pain bc she knows that eventually F will find out about Will, and she'll lose Fitz for good. She'll lose the person she loves

Hey there, anon!

I really, really love this idea.

Because, if you think about it, Jemma did try to keep Will a secret. She even went so far as to lie about what happened to her, and when she did tell Fitz, she regretted it. Why? Maybe because she regretted her relationship with Will.

I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to come back to Earth and realize that everything she’d given up on was suddenly in her grasp. She gave up, and she did’t need to! And then suddenly, she had her life back. She had Fitz, but she’d also made choices when she believed that she would never see Fitz again, and she knew there would be consequences. She knew that what she did would break Fitz’s heart.

But you know what else, anon? Will was back on Maveth, alone. The last time she saw him, he was in mortal danger. And I’m not really sold on the idea that she actually loved him, but he was her friend and her companion when she needed one the most. They were a team, and she left him behind.

So she’s stuck in this impossible place. If she tells Fitz, she’ll lose him. If she doesn’t tell Fitz, she’s abandoning Will. I don’t think she really had any intention of being with Will when he came back, though he was technically her boyfriend. Will was the last resort once Fitz (in her mind) was permanently out of the picture.

I think that before the dinner, she thought the best thing for everyone was to keep quiet and pretend that everything was okay. But it obviously wasn’t, and Fitz noticed. When he told her he bought out the restaurant so she wouldn’t be distracted, she knew he was paying attention. So, what if he figured it out? Fitz is, after all, a genius. Could she really keep up this charade forever?

And what about Will? Could she really live with the guilt of leaving him behind?

So, I think you’re right, anon. Jemma has so much going on in that moment. She loves Fitz, She’s beyond grateful to have him back. She’s amazed at how good and kind he is to her. Remember, this is the first time she sees him openly expressing his feelings! How wonderful it must be to be loved by the man she loves!

And yet, there is so much guilt. She lied to Fitz. She left Will stranded. And all the good things she has, all the things she thought she would never have, are destined to be taken away from her at any moment.

I mean, that’d make anybody burst into tears, don’t you think?

That’s why, as much as I hate the love triangle and everything that goes with it. I’m so proud of Jemma for telling Fitz the truth. I can’t imagine how hard that was for her. When Fitz storms off, you can almost see her say to herself, Yup, this is it. This is where I lose him, and I deserve it. 

And the wonderful thing is that she doesn’t lose him! The wonderful thing is that he loves her enough to set aside his pain and focus on doing the right thing. I think that, if anything, it’s just another reason why FitzSimmons belong together. They have the same bravery and goodness in them. They express it in different ways, but they have the same heart. 

And I think the writers really did us a disservice by trying to make things so vague. They give us mixed messages to turn up the drama. They have Jemma tell Fitz about Perthshire, then look longingly at a(n *cough* impossible *cough*) picture of Will, then kiss Fitz. They want us to keep guessing which man she’ll “choose.” 

But we’ve been watching Jemma, and we know her, and we know her heart. We know that she loves Fitz. We know that she spent months talking to him on her own. We know she fought for him when he pushed her away. We know she brought him up from the bottom of the ocean.

We know that a month of desperation can’t outweigh everything that she and Fitz have built together.

And if the writers hadn’t introduced this cheap story line and used vague contradictions to manipulate our feelings, it would be obvious to everyone else, too. 

Bellamy Blake, Private Investigator (VI/VI)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

Bellamy sat on the edge of the hospital bed and wondered if pulling out the IV would be worth the shit he would get from Octavia.  He was fine–really–but O would hit the roof and he’d had his fill of her shouting at him tonight.

He really did think he had the situation under control when he went into Murphy’s apartment.  After all, Bellamy was the one that cleared him, so when he got a cryptic text from Murphy asking him to stop by he figured the guy was just being creepy as usual.

He didn’t realize Murphy would try and use him as bait for Clarke.  He actually laughed when Murphy pulled out his gun and told him to text Clarke, because Murphy didn’t understand–Clarke wouldn’t come.  In fact, she’d probably just tell Murphy to shoot him and get it over with, or take the gun and do it herself.

The entire time Murphy was ranting and forcing Bellamy to tie his own noose, Bellamy never imagined that Clarke would be rounding up Octavia and Raven and Monty and Miller and half the biker gang to blow open Murphy’s back door and rescue him.  He wasn’t even sure how she figured out he was being held hostage, or why she gave a damn if he lived or died.  The paramedics arrived shortly thereafter to take him away and his last glimpse of Clarke was of her yelling something at a terrified looking police officer.

That was the first time he’d seen her since she kicked him out of her house.  She didn’t show when he told her he was going to the police about Charlotte, and although she gave a short interview to a local reporter about hoping Charlotte gets the help she needs, she stayed fairly quiet about the reversal in Wells’ case and the subsequent media storm about improprieties at Jaha, Inc.  Thelonius probably would never see a day in jail, but at the very least he was about to be dragged into months of litigation over his firing of Charlotte’s father.

  Bellamy had also emailed Clarke what he found on Jaha’s computer about her father, but still, radio silence.  He hadn’t found much evidence that her mother had anything to do with Jake Griffin’s death–just an email to Thelonius letting him know that Jake had some concerns about their newest product.  In the end, he and Clarke were both wrong.  Thelonius had nothing to do with his son’s death and Abby hadn’t arranged for Jake to die–at best, Thelonius should have warned Jake that his suspicions were correct before Jake showed up for the surprise inspection that ended in a explosion that took his life.  Negligence and arrogance were Thelonius’ worst crimes, no matter how much Bellamy hated him.

Clarke had every reason to hate Bellamy, but she still saved his life.  He made his decision and ripped out the IV line just as Clarke stormed into his room, looking furious.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?  Get back in bed,” she snapped.  She strode over and shoved him back down.  “Murphy almost killed you but I will if you leave this hospital one second before you’re released.”

Bellamy settled back as best he could.  “What do you care?” he mumbled, because Clarke Griffin in a temper wasn’t someone to be trifled with but he was still curious.

“I care,” she said sourly.

“How did you even know?  That he had a gun on me?”  All Bellamy’s text to her said was Murphy wants to talk to us.  I’m at his trailer and then she’d come storming in with the cavalry.

Clarke flopped into a chair next to his bed and covered her face with her hands.  “You haven’t sent a single text or email to me that didn’t start with I’m sorry or I know you hate me, but.  I figured it was a trap, and Murphy’s always given me the creeps.  Then once we got there it was easy enough to figure out what was going on.”  

“For what it’s worth–I’m sorry.  I never should have done…what I did that night.”

She leaned forward and lightly brushed his neck where dark bruises were already blooming.  “I know.  And I–if the situation was reversed, I probably would have done the same thing.  We’re both pretty single minded when we want to be.”  Her fingers drifted down his arms and tangled with his.

“It was real, you know.  That night.  I wasn’t using you–I swear,” he told her.

“I know,” she admitted.  “It was still a dick move though.”

He lifted a hand and stroked her hair gently.  “It was.  Forgive me?”

Clarke narrowed her eyes at him but a smile played on the edges of her lips.  “We’ll see.”  Her face shifted into something almost mischievous.  “Did you hear?  There’s been rumors that Shumway bribed Mayor Sydney to get his job.”

“I’ve heard those.”

“Think there’s any truth to them?”

Bellamy grinned back at her.  “I think there’s only one way to find out.”

Love and Thunder (Liam)

“Please, don’t leave.”

Thunderstorms. Y/N hated thunderstorms more than most people hated spiders. She once told me that her brother used to tell her when she was little that thunder wasn’t normal in storms and if you heard thunder, it meant something bad was going to happen to you. When I laughed at her the first time she told me, she almost cried.

“It’s not funny, Liam. He told me that when I was five. I don’t even know how I remember it but it’s one of the things that really stuck with me while growing up. I would rather sit in a room full of spiders than sit through a thunder storm by myself.” That was our second date. I had planned on taking things slow with her but as soon as the first clap of thunder sounded through my house, she was in my lap in the blink of an eye. I was stunned. I had no idea what to do. She finally opened her eyes and took in my shocked expression and immediately apologized and told me her story. Once I realized she was super serious, I let my hand rest on the small of her back and I held her hand with the other one.

“It’s okay. We all have fears. I have a fear of silverware.” She smiled and looked away from me for a minute.

“I thought it was just spoons.” She laughed and I rolled my eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do one where Paige sees Emily and Alison together and Paige goes off on Emily and Alison defends Emily? (Ps if you could add a little physical fighting that would be great.)

*little note before reading* A real physical fight didn’t really fit but I’ll write something about a physical fight into another prompt. I’m really sorry.

Paige was thinking about going to Emily’s because she needed to talk to Emily, she needed to talk to her because she wanted to know what the ‘I love y- I’d love to hear from you means’

Ali and Em were sitting on the bench on Emily’s porch and too busy making out to notice that Paige was standing just a few feet away from them. Paige is mad, in disbelief, confused and a lot more things but she doesn’t know what to say. Ali’s hand went from Em’s face down to her stomach and then Ali opened up Emily’s pants. Paige had seen enough.

“Emily! What the fuck are you doing?!” Paige yelled at the brunette, she was angry and jealous but in the moment she felt more anger than jealousy. 

Alison quickly scooted back and let go of Emily, she bit down on her bottom lip trying to hide a smile. Emily face just went from being calm and relaxed to bright red and her eyes were almost popping out of her head. “P-P-Paige… I can. No I can’t. I mean I… Well, Ali and I are some sort of together now… Well, we have been for a while now.” Emily mumbled staring at her shoes.

“Emily are you nuts? Ali isn’t good for you, she’ll break your heart again and then what? Then you’ll still come running back to her like a you’re her lap dog. Can’t you just let her go?” Paige says with her voice cracking at some point because now the anger was replaced with heartbreak.

“Paige I’m-” Alison cut of Emily, you could see how Ali’s eyes went from a calm icy-blue to an angry, furious and blue. If looks could kill then this would have been the look everyone was afraid of. “I’m sorry what? Emily is not my lapdog, she’s more than that! How can you call her lapdog?!” Ali now gets up from the bench and walks towards Paige. “I’m not gonna break her heart again don’t you dare say that again! I really love her and I will not let you ruin any of this! Why is this even your business Pig- Paige?!” Ali was filled with anger because she really had changed and she was tired of people who didn’t even think of giving her a chance to proof herself. 

“Emily can speak for herself Alison. Don’t you see it Emily, she’s still a cold-hearted bitch and I know that she’s not good for you.” Paige speaks and desperately waiting for Em to say something. 

“Paige it’s my decision if I’m with her or not, you can not change that right now. I have waited for this to happen since I was 15 and now I finally have a chance with Ali and you can’t stop me from taking that chance.” Emily said with a calming tone to her voice but Paige still thought that Emily is naive and stupid for taking that chance. 

“You know what Emily, I’m gonna leave now because I can’t watch this anymore. If she breaks your heart don’t you dare come running to me because I’m not gonna fix you this time. Oh and also I wouldn’t really do "it” out here you know, people might see you, things might happen and I think your mom won’t be happy about the fact that you are doing it with Alison on this bench or in your bed.“ Paige hisses and storms away. She knows that if Emily is gonna come running to her she’ll probably fix but hates herself for it.

"Paige was right about one thing though.” Emily said while she walked toward Alison and put her arms around her waist. “About what?” Alison rolled her eyes. “We shouldn’t do "it” out here. I know a much better place then this bench.“ Emily says and pressed a kiss on Ali’s lips and dragged her upstairs.