she is so lucky how does she do this

i honestly cannot believe how selfish people are being, complaining about how ariana may possibly cancel her tour. this is literally a traumatic experience and i hope she does cancel what’s remaining. people died at her own concert. she probably hasn’t fully comprehended the situation. none of us have and we’re not even there. just be lucky she’s alive because many of her fans are not. be respectful and know your place.

Sadie has been trained for two years, and working actively for almost 2 years now (her second year being marked when she turns 5 this summer officially)
and in all this time, never once had someone off the bat assumed sadie was for me. (despite some very obvious hints)

Typically I don’t mind though, I use the opportunity to educate those willing to listen, along side the importance of understanding not all disabilities are visible.

TODAY HOWEVER, i walked into dunkin donuts, and instantly the employee said, “what a beautiful service dog.” Praising her for sitting neatly besides me. Taking the time to speak to me, not her.
“I’m sure you’re very happy to have her in your life, they can make outstanding differences”.

I thought it was easily the sweetest thing that could be said to me this morning. Not, “you’re so lucky i wish i could have a dog with me all the time”, not “so isn’t it hard to give them away”, and not the invasive question: “so what does it do?” 

I am very happy to have Sadie in my life, she’s changed my world entirely. He wasn’t glorifying the dog as a pal or pet, but respecting her as a working dog. He wasn’t glorifying the idea of NEEDING a dog, or the idea how “cool” and “lucky” I must be to take my dog everywhere with me.
He respected her job for the difference she makes in my life.
Some kind soul could see she was for me by taking the time to observe her vest, patches, and actions. His careful use of words meant a lot to me to hear.

I really do appreciate people like this, because as many horror stories as there are in the SD community there are glittering people like this who respect and understand a working dog as more than a fluffy “friend” to lug around, and not every dog you see with someone appearing able bodied means they are being trained to be given away. 

Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”

“NO”

“I SAID EAT IT!”

“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.


The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”

“But-”

“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said

“Cho”

“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”

“No”

“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.



The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”


The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.


Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.

“Depit”

“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”

“What?”

“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.

“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING IMBECILE!”

“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”

“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE BABY OUT!”

“OF WHERE!!”

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”

Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”

“Catch!”

“Catch?”

Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”

“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”

“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.


In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

Lauren isn’t expecting much from her twenty second birthday. All the important milestones had already passed, all of them leaving her empty handed. No Hogwarts letter had arrived on her eleventh birthday, no mermaid tail had appeared on her thirteenth. The enormously prophetic sixteenth year – the year famously known for having destinies foretold, for being kidnapped by gods, for falling into a ridiculous love triangle – had come and gone with nothing of note. The most magical part of her twenty first birthday had been that’d she’d manage to consume that amount of alcohol without dying

No grand epics begin on the day of someone’s twenty second birthday.

This is because of those unlucky enough to be chosen at this tender age – most don’t ever make it back.

Dead men tell no tales, after all.

~

(Dead women do. The bones and bubbling corpses of hundreds of daring, unfortunate women are screaming warnings and fury at the next girl to join their ranks of the lost and forgotten.

But no one listens to a woman’s screaming.

No one will listen to your screaming either.

Sorry, dear. )

~

She wakes up and goes to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

This is a hasty decision, of course, although she does not know it at the time.

This may be her last morning. If she’d known, maybe she would have savored it. Snuggled into her warm sheets, pressed her face into the softness of her pillow, pulled the comforter about her bare shoulders, the most instinctual and simple of comforts.

But then again. Maybe not.

There is also an instinctual, twisted pleasure in ripping off the bandaid.

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13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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anonymous asked:

Prompt- Lily is on her period and James is sort of uncomfortable with the whole menstruating thing but eventually is really cool and supportive.

  • “oh my god, are you dying?”
  • james finds lily on the floor in the bathroom, covered in sweat and in a loose baggy t-shirt which he realises with a start is his
  • out of respect james hurries out before lily can scream at him
  • he takes out his phone and is ready to diall 999 and call for an ambulence because lily is literally the strongest person he knows and something must be very wrong with her to be in that sort of condition 
  • she looks like hell when she finally comes out. white, ghoulish skin, prominent eye-bags and chapped lips that could do with thousands of sweet, toe-curling kisses
  • and yet she’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and he still gets those damn butterflies every time
  • “do you need me to call 999?” 
  • she’s staggering to the kitchen like she’s an 85 year old pensioner who forgot her walking stick. she’s mumbling something, her cheeks a little flushed as she sits down on a chair. something like ‘eve’s in the house’
  • he knows no one called eve
  • “i’m sorry, i didn’t catch that.”
  • “pardon?”
  • “lily, babe you really need to speak up a bit-”
  • “I SAID I’M ON MY PERIOD!”
  • “……..oh.”
  • he has no idea what to do
  • lily is obviously in a lot of pain, that much is certain; she’s just sat in a chair, going ‘bugger’ and swearing like there’s no tomorrow
  • he’s super uncomfortable because well, when he was younger he once found his mum’s tampons and lets just say when she came home they both had a humiliating and mortifying conversation 
  • he’s never had any experience (can he even call it that?) about women and their periods. what is he supposed to do?
  • but then he remembers when lily looked after him two months ago. he had the worst flu ever, was stuck in bed for 2 days, was sweaty, had a runny nose, he lost his voice and ached all over 
  • but lily was there literally through it all. she was there, to listen to him say ‘babe, if i die please dont forget to eat that tuna in the fridge because it’s been in there for two days and it’ll go off’ only for her to snort, chuckle and say that she’d nurse him back to health. and she did. 
  • so now it’s not just that he’s obligated to do the same, but, heck, she’s the love of his life
  • that’s how he ends up in tesco 20 minutes later. staring, half traumatised, at sanitary towels. 
  • does she want ?normal? or those beasts which say ultra night 100% protection? he buys both. and gets neurofen express period pain, buys a bag of maltesers and the newest cosmopolitan magazine
  • the cashier is a middle aged woman and she beams at him when it’s his turn. 
  • ‘your wife is lucky to have you. what a wonderful gentleman.’ 
  • his hand cluctches the small box inside his coat pocket almost insantaneously. he gives it a tight squeeze before smiling and hurrying back to lily’s
  • she’s on the sofa now and as soon as he gets in he rushes to the kitchen and is making her a tea before she can even ask
  • “can i have a sugar though this time, please?”
  • he doesnt even bat an eyelid when he asks how many and she says, oh so casually, “three…. and a half
  • he runs her a hot bath, puts the items on the floor and sits, twiddling his thumbs. he holds the box as he waits, maybe he’ll have to ask her another time… but as soon as he hears the bathroom door open he hides it
  • “you okay?” 
  • he sits with his arms around her, stroking her soft hair and feeding her maltesers as they sit through episode after episode of friends. 
  • she apologises and he says she has nothing to be sorry for. being there for her is the only thing he wants to do
  • she smiles. he smiles. she says she feels a little bit better now, but he still insists on making the next three rounds of tea
  • that’s when he hears her voice ring through the living room and into the kitchen
  • “james… what’s in this box?”

When I think of her I think of hair that shines even without the sun; I think of her soft skin, so delicate under my finger tips; the power of her voice & the soothing rhythm of her breathing. I think of the way her hand holds mine, making me feel safe; the crooked shape of her smile, as if she’s always one step ahead of everyone else. I think of the way my heart seems to burst from indescribable emotions when I press my face to her skin, my head fitting in the nook of her arm, her fingers stroking my temples, my ears, my cheeks, my lips, sending tingles to my spine, and my eyes feel moist and it’s a good kind of cry.

I think of cats with soft bellies; singing on long car rides; taking bites of sweet apple rings out of her hands; dancing in muddy grass; bumping into each other; her long arms making me do pirouettes; the space she cleared in her cabinet just for my things; the freshly squeezed orange juice and handwritten notes on the fridge.

When I think of her, I get this strange sensation like being overwhelmed, and when I’m away I miss her. When I think of her I know she thinks of me, because she tells me all the time.

And I’m still not sure how I got so lucky to have found her, and what makes her want to be with me; and maybe all of this means that love does exist and I have found it - does it matter, what are words?

Thinking of her is one of my favourite ways to spend my time, but the very best thing is when I no longer need to think at all, because that’s when I’m WITH her, beside her, and I have everything.

—  The best thing by Nenagh
I have decided to surrender Rose back to the hospital for her well being and my own.

I love Rose with all my heart. She will ALWAYS be my baby. But unfortunately juggling my mental health issues along with a high need, special needs parrot is something I can no longer do.
I have tried so hard, and I wanted to be her forever home SO badly and she deserves it and I feel like I have failed her as her caregiver. As some of you may know, parrots, whether big or small is a lot of work. I went in prepared with experience working with them - but as Rose developed new health problems and my own kept coming back I just couldn’t keep up with it. Emotionally or financially. I was drowning and I did not want to drag her down with me.
Parrots are a lifestyle change. They are not a dog or cat. Rose was the most difficult and challenging animal I have ever been so damn lucky to care for.
I will never forget her.
And I will always have her in my heart and I KNOW that she deserves more than I could have given her.
Anyway I’m crying now, so please don’t say mean things about rehoming animals or her because for the sake of their wellbeing - no matter how much you love them - you have to do what’s right. And I was finally brave enough to make that choice.

I will get updates on her when she finds a home.  But for now she really does love hanging at the clinic with all her pals.  She’s doing well and healing well from the surgery.

I’m crying a lot right now and I don’t know what more that I can say.  But I will always remember her. Always. And how she has changed my life and touched so many people and she will continue doing so because she’s amazing.  I just wish I could give her all she needs and more.

I’ll keep this blog published but I won’t be posting here anymore or checking asks.  I have a personal instagram here if you’d like to keep in touch.

Thank you all for being with us with our journey.  

I love you all and Rose does too.  She’s off to her next adventure, as I am too.

anonymous asked:

Human s/o was playing truth and dare with Jack, Miko, & Raf. They chose truth & Miko asks cheekily ' Do you think they deserve you?' thinking she'll get some sarcastic answer. Instead they replied' No.They don't deserve me. They deserve better & I'm no where good enough for them.'with a bittersweet smile. What they didn't know is that the bots overheard this. Headcanons about tfp bots' reaction to this?( I seriously love your writing & wish I found your blog earlier!!)

Everyone deserves love s/o!!!!

Optimus Prime:
-He can’t believe you could think so low of yourself when he thinks so highly of you
-He doesn’t bring it up there, he waits till you’re alone so he doesn’t make a scene
-He tells you what he overheard and that you deserve more than you think you do

Ratchet:
-He’s flabbergasted and makes himself known by his sputtering of misbelief
-He argues with you in front of the others not caring, you shouldn’t be talking that way
-How can you be the one he doesn’t deserve? You’re young, smart, and beautiful! You deserve better than an old, grumpy medic! And he believes that

Bumblebee:
-No, no, no, no! You’re hurting his spark talking like that
-He scoops you up and runs off, you two are spending the day together so he can remind you how much you’re worth to him
-He tells you that he feels like he doesn’t deserve you if it’ll make you feel better, because he actually feels that way. How did he get so lucky?

Bulkhead:
-He scoops you up and scolds Miko for asking such a question even though the kids didn’t expect that to be the answer, he’s just really upset that you feel that way
-He tries talking it out to you when he takes you for a ride. Why do you feel this way? Why do you think you’re not enough? What exactly do you think he deserves that you don’t have?
-He eventually softens and gives you a heartfelt speech about how great you are and everything he could ever want, you got it

Arcee:
-She does a double take, “what?”
-She blames the kids and the other bots for you thinking that way, how dare they give you these high expectations of what you think she deserves
-She tells you later that she is a firm believer that ‘what you have is what you deserve’ and she is happy with what she’s got despite what you think

Wheeljack:
-He doesn’t get noticed by any of you, so doesn’t say anything for the longest time
-Awhile later, he brings it up like a “hey, remember that time you said you don’t deserve someone as great as me? That is such scrap metal.”
-He then proceeds to tell you all the great things about you and how lucky he is that he won your heart rather than someone else because who could ever love someone as great as you than him? Plus he’s an alien robot that turns into an awesome sports car, so beat that humans

Smokescreen:
-He tries to sneak away but makes too much noise that he ends up drawing attention to himself
-He’s quiet for the rest of the day and stays away from everyone processing your words
-He goes to you later and asks you how could he deserve better when he feels like he doesn’t even deserve someone as great as you

Ultra Magnus:
-He picks up and tells the kids this “game” is to never be played again
-He brings you to his quarters, sets you on his berth, and paces around trying to come up with what to say and how to put it. Every time he opens his mouth to speak he quickly shuts it and rethinks it over
-Finally he just says, “I don’t know what to say because I deserved nothing and somehow you’ve become my everything.”

Friendly reminder that Naminé’s drawing thing didn’t come out of nowhere:

Kairi used to draw on the secret place walls all the time (along with Sora and Riku). She also drew Sora’s face onto her lucky charm.

So this, perhaps, is also something she got from her original self. So maybe this even gives us some more information about Kairi.

But in any case, canon does seem to paint Naminé as much more into art than Kairi ever was (and I know most of the drawing that Naminé does is something she’s forced to do. But when she looks at her Sora and Roxas drawing in KHIIFM–and talks about how there are places she wants to go and people she wants to see–I get the impression that Naminé would actually enjoy being an artist, were she ever allowed to use it for non-evil purposes).

(And to be clear, I mean “drawing” when I say art here. Because Kairi also does the artisan thing of making that lucky charm, and writing letters–her KHII one in particular is poetic–so I’d say Kairi is a bit of an artist herself. But the drawing thing just seems to have manifested itself more in Naminé. Or at least that’s how it’s looking now. But perhaps KHIII could show us that Kairi draws a lot, too.)

So Emotional (Sashea) - Samrull

AN: This is my first Drag Race fic in forever. Hello again! I just couldn’t keep my feelings in after the finale.

Thank you @artificialortega and @wednesdayangeline for providing moral support!

If you aren’t happy with the finale results, maybe you can find some peace in this little fic. I did. Let me know your thoughts!

Her name is Shea Couleé and she came to slay, but right now she is sitting on an upturned bucket, crying, wondering how the hell she ended up here.

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Defended

I had this request from anon: “Could you write a nsfw liam x mc fic where Liam becomes protective over mc? Pleeeeaseee”

This probably isn’t exactly what they had in mind, but this is what popped into my head. It’s more about MC (Beatrice) and Liam defending and being protective of each other. I really hope I did Liam justice. He’s too wonderful and I’d hate to let him or any of his fans down. 

I’ve kept this mostly rated PG, but after the break there is a little NSFW scene for those of you who like that sort of thing. ;-)

Special thanks to everyone who encouraged me when I voiced my fears about writing my first Liam fic: @ladyashtonofcordonia @kittenmusicals @acohan08 @violetflipflops @misha726author @karapowell @vanillaxlovex @mariathechoices @everythingchoices and @thatocladyplayschoices

Originally posted by urlasenzavoce

Camera flashes burst and flare in the pressroom of the Cordonian palace. A small army of television cameras line the walls, their own bright lights making the room unbearably hot and stuffy.

Lady Beatrice Lindstrom flinches as one of the lights nearby flashes in her eyes as she and Liam face the Cordonian press for the first time as an engaged couple.

At Liam’s request, the palace had released a statement regarding their engagement and asked that the press give the couple a few days of peace before this - their first official press conference as the king and future queen of Cordonia.

It’s been three days since the the coronation ball, three days since Liam choose her out of all the beautiful, talented women of the court to be his queen. Beatrice still feels at times that she’s living a fairytale. Free of the constraints of the court and the barriers placed between them by propriety and decorum, she and Liam had been able to finally, truly be together. Hidden away in their own wing of the palace, Liam had spent their days and nights together the showing Bea in word and deed just how much he loves her and she had reciprocated in kind. There was no doubt in her mind that she and Liam belonged together.

Now, it was time to face the press and the people of Cordonia and Bea found herself unprepared for the chaotic scene at the press conference. A cacophony of voices call out questions for them.

Prince Liam, you are absolutely sure about your choice?

Lady Beatrice, you’re not Cordonian. Do you really you have any right to be queen?

You’re hardly qualified, Lady Beatrice. How do you expect to lead a people you know nothing about?

As much as the people like her, you and Lady Beatrice can’t have very much in common. Surely this is just an infatuation, Prince Liam!

Do you really expect this marriage to last?

Taken aback by the harsh questions, Beatrice tries to keep her features schooled into a calm smile as she grips Liam’s hand tightly. She honestly thought she had won over the press in the last few months, but upon leaving their happy little bubble, they had found the press to be nothing short of vicious in their questioning of Beatrice, her abilities, and appropriateness of Liam choosing her. Apparently, there was a difference between a mysterious American competing for the prince’s hand and a mysterious American woman actually becoming queen.

As the questions continue to fly from around the room, Beatrice looks up at Liam and finds him to be uncharacteristically quiet. Cocking her head to the side, she stares into her beloved’s face, wondering what he’s thinking. At first, she wonders if maybe he’s just as overwhelmed by the rapid-fire questions as she is. It would be unusual for him, but perhaps unsurprising. But then she sees it. Liam isn’t overwhelmed or upset. He’s furious. The hand she’s holding has begun shaking and his eyes are darkened with a defensive anger. Beatrice’s stomach clenches at the sight. Liam is not easily riled. In fact, she’s found him to be a very calm and easygoing person considering he carries the weight of an entire country and it’s people on his kingly shoulders. What’s she’s also learned about Liam is that is fiercely protective of the people he loves and there’s nothing he won’t do to defend the people he holds dear. And understanding now just how much Liam loves her, she knows she has to take action before Liam says something he’ll regret. Swallowing hard, Beatrice steps forward and to address the reporters.

“I may not be Cordonian by blood,” Beatrice starts, voice shaking just slightly, as the press quiets to capture her words, “but I have found the people of Cordonia to be extraordinarily warm and welcoming. In their kindness and acceptance, I have found a place to truly call home. In fact, I consider Cordonia to be my home more than anywhere else I’ve ever lived.”

Beatrice takes a breath, eyes glancing across the room as she speaks to the cameras and the people of her new country, “I know I may not have the qualifications of the other esteemed ladies of the court, but I’m quick learner and I’m eager to prove myself as the queen Cordonia deserves. As for our marriage…”

Beatrice pauses and looks back at Liam. The anger in his eyes has faded and they’ve returned to the warm chocolate brown that she loves so much. He gives her a tender look as he takes her hand and presses a soft kiss to the back of it.

“As for our marriage,” Liam picks up where she left off as he turns to the crowd, “we believe wholeheartedly in the commitment we are making to each other. I believe, as does Beatrice, that we will be together ‘until death do us part.’ Our histories may be diverse, but we have found that our spirits, our souls are echoed in each other. Beatrice is not what I expected when I began this journey to find my wife. She took me utterly by surprise.”

Beatrice laughs softly and Liam turns to smile at her for a moment before speaking again, “And I expect she will continue to surprise and delight me more with each day. She is what I want and, more than that, she is what I need in my life. She is the woman I love. The woman I have chosen, as your king, to be your queen.”

Liam’s voice takes on a more commanding tone as he finishes, the sudden power in it sending an electric thrill down Beatrice’s spine, “I expect these questions to be laid to rest because I know that Lady Beatrice will do as she says and prove herself to a wonderful queen.”

Voices ring out with more questions, but Liam simply lifts his hand in a farewell and says, “Thank you, all.”

Taking Beatrice’s hand, they walk hand in hand out of the press room. As the door shuts behind the, Beatrice picks up her pace and leads Liam down the hall at a near run.

“Bea? What are you doing?” Liam asks with a laugh as he strides along behind her.

“Come on,” she says looking back and forth into the rooms that line the long hallway.

Finally, they reach the library. Well, one of the libraries. In a turn that made her feel as much like a Disney princess as she ever would, she found out there are actually three libraries in the palace including one in the wing that she and Liam will share as king and queen.

Beatrice makes a sharp turn into the room and yanks Liam in behind her so hard that he stumbles slightly, laughing at her enthusiasm. She quickly throws the door shut behind before turning back to her fiancee.

“Bea, what on earth…” Liam’s words are muffled suddenly as Beatrice reaches up and pulls him into a deep kiss. Liam moans and kisses her back immediately, pressing his lips hard against hers for a long moment.

“Thank you for saying all that.” she whispers against his lips. 

“Oh, Bea, my love,” he says, cuddling her against his chest. “I should be thanking you. You knew just what to say and just how to keep me from…”

“Flying off the handle?” she teases.

“To say the least,” he chuckles. Bea smiles at the feeling of his laughter rumbling in his chest against her ear.

“I really thought they press was on my side,” she sighs disappointedly.

“Unfortunately, the press is on their own side,” Liam says, running his hands along her back comfortingly. “You made for good news during the competition, but now they’re doing what they always do and riling things up. I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to it.”

Bea sighs again. She’s not worried about marrying Liam. She knows deep in her heart, her bones, her very soul, that she loves this man and she is meant to be his wife and partner in life. Accepting his proposal was the easiest decision she’d ever made. But still worry nags at her mind about being queen, about the pressure and the challenges that it will bring and if she’s actually up to the task.

“Do you really believe I can do this, Liam?” she whispers. “Can I be queen, a real queen for your people?”

Liam places a hand under her chin and tilts her head up to meet his eyes. His gaze is intense as he speaks, “Our people, Bea. Our people. I believe with all my heart that you will be a wonderful queen. You care so deeply about people, about helping them, about creating positive change. It won’t take long for everyone to see what I do.”

Bea’s heart melts at his kind words. How does he always do that? Make her feel precious and important and like she can do absolutely anything.

“And remember,” Liam continues, “you won’t be alone in this. I will be right along side. We’re in this together and you can do anything, Bea. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Tears tingle at the back of her eyes and Bea lean up to press a tender kiss to Liam’s soft, full lips. She doesn’t know how she’s been so lucky, so blessed to have met this man.

“I love you, Liam,” she whispers, unable to find any other words.

“And I love you, Beatrice. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

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Evie hadn’t had much time to get used to this sight, and truthfully, even if she had weeks, months, years, she didn’t think she’d ever really get used to it.

Her best friend was flying, soaring through a crystal clear sky on wings of amethyst, bending the treetops with each swooping pass she made over the top of the forest.  Evie’s best friend was a dragon.  No big deal.

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Hey! So I haven’t done this before, but I’m trying it out. I’ve seen some amazing stories on here. I wanted to add one of my own. My mom got me a book of writing prompts from Christmas. This one really stood out to me and the musical episode inspired this. Please let me know what you think!!!!

Characters: Barry Allen and Iris West (WestAllen)

Rated: IDK (mentions of sex but nothing explicit)

Words:1175

Prompt: You’re asked by the love of your life to define what love means to you.

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Barry and Iris lay in their bed, curled together. They’d been celebrating their re-engagement. Both are covered in sweat, out of breath, and completely drained. It’s amazing. Iris lazily traces patterns on his chest as he strokes her hair. A lot’s happened in the past 3 years. She’d told him that before he sang to her. Man does she love that song. As they lay in their bed, she feels his chest vibrating as he hums.

How is it they got here? This question rings through her head. Four years ago, Barry had been her best friend and only that. The only guy, aside from her dad, that she could trust completely and without fear. The same goofy, awkward little boy who had only gotten bigger. Then he was struck by lightning. God, watching his heart stop over and over again. Iris nuzzles closer to Barry. She’d cried herself to sleep almost every night those 9 months. Eddie had helped and some part of her would always love him, but Barry meant so much to her then, even if she hadn’t realized it. After he’d woken up, he was different. Suddenly he had the courage to tell her how he felt…

“What are you thinking about?” Barry’s question breaks the comfortable silence. His voice is low and raspy, sending chills down her spine.

“Stuff,” She looks up at him with a small smile.

“What kind of stuff?”

“The first time you said you loved me,” She tells him,” When you told me about your crush.”

“Yeah?” She feels his fingers gently press into the middle of her back. Barry takes in the sight of her. Dark hair tousled from his hands running through it, lips swollen from his own, deep brown eyes meeting his own. How did he get so lucky?” What about it?”

“Do you remember what you told me?” She raises up onto her elbows so she can properly look at him. Damp curls fall into her eyes, but she makes no move to brush them away.

“That I’ve loved you since before I knew what it meant,” he answers, sitting up just a bit.

“What does it mean to you?”

“Huh?”

“If you’ve loved me since before you knew what the word meant, what does it mean to you?”

“You want me to define love?” He clarifies with a soft smile. She nods. Barry thinks for a moment before speaking,” I think it doesn’t mean something so much as it is something. When I think about love, I remember the year we went trick or treating as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. You called me Barry Potter for two weeks afterwards.”

Iris laughs at the memory, at the silliness of their childhood. She remembers it well since it was the last Halloween before his mother was killed. Barry continues,” I remember you coming down the stairs the night my mom died. When Joe asked why you were still up-”

“I said I was waiting for him to bring you home,” She remembers. She remembers being scared and confused, but still there for him.

“When I think about love, I remember the nights you and I stayed up late talking about anything and everything. How I felt like I could tell you what was bothering me and you would believe me,” He brushes a stray curl from her face, letting his fingers lightly caress her cheek,” I remember the night of the particle accelerator. How close I got to telling you how I felt that night. I remember a moment, just before the lightning hit me, when I was worried about you. If you were ok.”

Iris doesn’t remember a lot about that night after the accelerator exploded. Just crying and screaming and Barry’s body on a table. His hand lingers on her face, ghosting over her skin. She turns pressing soft kisses to the fingertips. She meets his eyes again,” Is that all?”

“Not even close. Love reminds me of when I woke up and my first thought was of you. When I walked into Jitters and you jumping into my arms. I remember saving you that first time. I remember being the Flash and wanting to tell you so badly it hurt. The nights on Jitter’s roof-”

“You flirted with me an awful lot on that rooftop,” She teases.

“You weren’t exactly telling me to stop,” He laughs. Iris loves his laugh. It’s warm and bright and sounds like home.

“So love reminds you of me?” She asks.

“Kind of. It reminds me of times when I didn’t feel… alone. When someone’s there and they make you feel visible and safe and alive. You just happen to do that the most in my life. I like it when it feels like it’s the two of us against the world,” He makes a funny face,” Does that sound weird?”

“No,” Iris smiles,” I think it’s romantic.”

She kisses him. His mouth is soft and warm and familiar. She feels his hand hold the back of her neck, keeping her right where he wanted her. How did she go so long without kissing Barry Allen? When she finally pulls away, she smiles sweetly at him,” I love you, Barry Allen.”

“I love you, Iris West,” He kisses her again, just a small peck on her lips,” Your turn.”

“My turn for what?” Barry raises an eyebrow at her.

“You know I can’t be the only one who says romantic things in this relationship,” He teases. She laughs which ultimately makes him laugh.

“Why not? You drop wedding vows on a weekly basis,” Before she can blink, Barry has her on her back. He smiles down at her, those beautiful green eyes looking at her like she’s the only woman in the multiverse.

“I’m serious. What does love mean to you?”

Iris wraps her arms around his neck,” Love is the feeling I get when everyone I care about comes home safe. It’s the feeling I get when we’re all together and laughing. It’s the feeling I get when my dad teases us or reminds us that one day we’ll have kids and karma’s a bitch. It’s the feeling I get when Wally is telling me about your latest race and how close he is to beating you. It’s the feeling I get when you, Cisco, and Caitlin are arguing about something nerdy and I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s the feeling I get when you tell me you’re going to save me and I believe you,” She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck,” It’s the feeling I get just before you kiss me. When you look at me like I’m a miracle from heaven. That’s what love is to me.”

“I think my version is more romantic,” He tells her with a wink. He kisses her again to muffle her laughter. No matter how anyone defines it, what they share is pure and real.

It’s something neither of them will ever give up on.

TICKETMASTER UPDATE

A lot of you reblogged and tagged Taylor in my post about the Ticketmaster boosts and how it was hard for a lot of Swifties to drop money just to move up on the priority list.

Well, Taylor, like the angel she is, went to battle for us. The ticketmaster site has changed and watching the music videos and sharing pics of the UPS truck are now “MEDIUM BOOSTS.” Taylor promoted them because of our concerns. Like we all say….SHE. DID. THAT!!!!!!!!!

Since the changes to the website, I have moved up in line ALL the way to PRIORITY!!!!!! 

I just wanted to create this post to send some love to our girl @taylorswift for ALWAYS looking out for us. She does everything for US and I want her to know we acknowledge that and appreciate it.

She is one of the few celebrities in the world that actually puts in an effort into build relationships with her fans. She literally stays up late on tumblr (just like all of us) and likes/comments our posts and follows fans instead of going to Hollywood parties surrounded by money and material things. How cool is that?

We love you for everything you are and everything you do. That will never change.

I’m so lucky to be a part of this incredible fandom!

let’s reblog and tag @taylorswift so she hears our THANK YOU loud and clear!

Tom Wilson Imagine - Chapter 15

A/N: THIS IS LONG AND VERY SMUTTY. ALSO INSPIRED BY TONIGHTS GAME. PROBABLY LOTS OF TYPOS BUT IM TOO TIRED TO EDIT. WILL EDIT IN THE AM JUST WANTED TO POST THIS. I LOVE YOU ALL AND GOODNIGHT.

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Tom’s POV:

One Week Later

 

Today was huge. I was picking up Y/N’s parents from the airport to surprise her. Her mom and dad had decided to fly into the city after the break in, just to see her and make sure that she was okay.

“Tom!” A woman shouted from the baggage claim area where I was waiting. “That’s you, right?” She laughed as she walked over to me. She had Y/N’s eyes, so I knew it was Brenda.

“Mrs. Y/L/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” I said as I grabbed her suitcase and pulled her in for a hug.

“Please, sweetheart, call me Brenda.” She answered as her perfume rubbed off on my shirt.

“Mr. Y/L/N, pleasure to meet you, sir.” I said, kind of nervous to meet her dad.

“You too, Tom. Thank you for taking such good care of our girl.” He said, shaking my hand and giving me a small hug.

“Absolutely.” I responded. “My car is out this way, I was thinking we could stop by Georgetown and pick up Y/N from her class, grab lunch and then I’ll get you guys to the hotel? But if you’re tired now I can take you to the hotel and we can meet you guys a little bit before the game?”

“You are so sweet to plan all of this.” Her mom said as she grabbed my arm as I lead them to my car.

“I try.” I laughed.

“I can see why Y/N is so into you.” Her dad, Mark, said.

“I don’t know about you Mark but I’m dying to see her. I want to go pick her up at school.” Her mom said.

“Whatever you’d like.” Mark chimed in from the backseat.

“Alright, off to Georgetown.” I said as I pulled away from the airport.

Driving through the city I made my way, to Georgetown, stopping in front of the same big brick building that I was becoming all to familiar with.

“There she is! I see her! Oh, she looks so beautiful.” Brenda exclaimed from the passenger seat of my car.

“Brenda just stay in the car and let her find us.” Mark laughed.

“Okay, okay,” She sighed. “Ooh! Here she comes!”

“Hi babe—- ah! Mom and dad! What are you guys doing here?” Y/N screamed as she opened the door, not being able to see through my tinted windows.

“Surprise!” Brenda said as she jumped out of the car and hugged her.

“How are you, sweetie?” Her dad asked as he pulled her in for a hug after her mom squeezed.

“I’m good. So much better now that y’all are here. Are you coming to the game tonight?” She asked as everyone climbed back in my car.

“Yes! Tom got the hook up for us.” Her mom laughed from the front seat, rubbing my arm. I smiled and carefully pulled away from the school, dodging college students walking in front of my car.

“I’m so excited. What made you guys decide to come into town?” She asked as she pulled her seatbelt on.

“We really just needed to come check on you after the break in. We just didn’t feel right about not coming into town after that happened. We’re so glad that Tom called us.” Her mom said as she turned around, placing a hand on Y/N’s leg.

“We just want to make sure our little girl is safe and okay.” Her dad chimed in.

I looked back from my mirror to see Y/N’s excited expression fall. Her eyes trailed out the window and her eyes welled up with tears.


“Babe don’t cry.” I said out of habit, forgetting that her parents were in the car. Whenever I see her get upset I just go into protective mode. Nothing hurts my heart more.

“I mean, Y/N – stop. What’s wrong?” I corrected as I cleared my throat.

“It was just so scary.” She began quietly.

“I’m sure it was sweetie. I’m sorry that we couldn’t be there for you. That’s how it is when you go to school far away.” Mark said as he rubbed her back.

“Mark, please.” Brenda yell-whispered to him.

“I’m just really glad that Tom was able to get there. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him,” She continued.

“We are happy he was there too. We’re glad that you have someone to look out for you while you’re here.” Her mom said with a smile as I pulled up in front of their hotel.

“Here you are, guys!” I said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thanks for picking us up, Tom.” Mark said as he got out of the car.

“Of course.” I said as I met him at the trunk, helping them with their luggage.

“Thank you so much sweetie.” Brenda said as she gave me another hug.

“Alright, beautiful.” Brenda began, pulling Y/N in for another hug. “We’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll come by and pick you guys up at around 4:15.” I told them as they walked inside the hotel.

“And make sure you’re outside waiting at 4:15 because Tom has to be at the game at 5!” Y/N called after them. I laughed.

“Surprise baby.” I whispered to her as I pulled her into a hug before we got back in the car.

“Thank you for doing this.” She said as she kissed me.

“I rented out a suite for you guys tonight at the game too. It’ll be really special. I know they don’t get out here much.”

“I love you so much. Thank you for doing that.” She said with a smile as I helped her into the passenger seat.

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Y/N POV:

The suite that Tom had set up for my parents and I was incredible. We got the arena at 5, and there was a four course meal waiting for us when we got there.  It was so nice to catch up with my parents and hear about life back in Texas. Two hours of chit chat passed quickly, and the horn sounded as the game began. We made our way to our seats as the puck started to move around the ice. The Caps were playing the Penguins tonight… always a wild game to be at.

“Is that Tom, fighting?” My mom asked as she pointed to the ice. Tom had dropped the gloves halfway into the first and left a Penguins goon with a broken nose and a bloody face.

“Yes mom, Tom is an enforcer.” I laughed.

“How could anyone so sweet just kick someone’s ass like that?” She questioned.

“It’s his job, Brenda!” My dad chimed in. “I like the fact that he can take someone out.”

The first period went on to be scoreless, and then things picked up in the second. Tom scored on the first shift of the second period, erupting cheers and applause throughout the already bumping Verizon Center. His goal boosted morale among the fans and the team, causing him to score once more not even a minute later. The three of us were on our feet screaming and yelling as the goal light went off.

“He’s amazing!” My mom yelled over the cheers as she clapped.

“I’ve never seen him score two goals in one game before. Maybe you’re his good luck charm.” I nudged her with a wink.

“He’s a very good guy, Y/N. Please keep him around. I know he takes good care of you.” She answered with a soft smile.

“He does. I love him very much.” I answered. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, silently telling me how lucky I was to have someone who loved me and wanted to protect me.

The screen inside our suite showed Tom sitting on the bench, his smile still big after scoring his second goal. I knew he was so proud of himself and that he was so excited. I was too. I needed to do something for him. To say that I owed him was a complete understatement. Not only was he there for me in my time of need after we had a bad fight, he let me move in with him, he took complete care of me, and even reached out to my parents to surprise me. Yeah… he needed a surprise of his own.

Hey Carly, remember that black lingerie set you bought awhile back but you never got to wear because you and your boyfriend broke up?

 

I texted to Carly… realizing how insensitive it sounded after I already pressed send.

Wow, thanks for the reminder. But yes, why?

 

Could I borrow it? Tom surprised me. My parents came into town and he was in on it. Picked them up from the airport, hooked them up with a suite for the game… the whole enchilada. And he scored twice tonight. I want to “surprise” him if you know what I mean….

 

Okay, yes I get it. I don’t need details. Could you swing by and get it? My car is in the shop and Ava isn’t here. Plus I want to say hi to your parents.

 

Yeah. We’ll take an Uber that way after the game. Thank you so much! And put it in a gift bag or something so my parents don’t ask questions… lol

 

You got it. See you soon you soon!

 

The third period went on without much action, leaving the Capitals ahead 2-1, thanks to my baby.

A few minutes after the final horn blew, I got a text from Tom.

Hey babe, getting pulled for interviews so I’m going to be a late. I called you guys a car that’s waiting outside. It will take your parents back to the hotel and you back home. I’ll see you when I get back : )

 

Amazing game, babe. So proud of you. Thanks for the car. See you soon.

 

I told my parents about the car situation and they followed me outside, where we met a gentlemen in a big black SUV.

“Could you please make a stop at a house in Georgetown? I just need to pick something up.” I asked the driver as we got inside.

“Of course, Ms. Y/L/N. You must be so proud of Tom tonight. What a talented young man!” The driver said as he pulled off into the post game traffic.

“We most definitely are! He is just such an exhilarating player to watch in person!” My mom answered, still on an excitement high from the game.

Their conversation about his skills on the ice continued as I notified Carly of when we would be arriving.

“Sweetie, where is that we are stopping in Georgetown?” My mom asked after she was down fawning over my boyfriend with the driver.

“I just want to stop by the townhouse, Carly has to give me something. She also wants to see you guys.” I explained.

“Such a nice girl. Do you miss with her?” She asked as we crossed the bridge.

“Yes, but – “ I tried, only to be interrupted.

“But she is safer staying with Tom.” My dad chimed in firmly.

“Yes.” I answered with a deep breath, trying not to let my mind go back to the night of the break in.

“Here we are.” The driver said as he pulled in front of the townhouse. Carly was waiting for us on the stairs outside.

“Thank you so much!” I said as I rolled down the window and she handed me a blue gift bag with the lingerie inside. She made small talk with my parents for a few minutes, but I rushed their conversation as I was eager to get home.

“Alright, it was really nice seeing you guys. Enjoy your visit!” She called as she stepped away from the car.

“Thanks Carly!” My parents called to her in unison.

“What’s in the bag?” My mom whispered to me as the driver pulled away, making his way to the hotel.

“Nothing, mom.” I said as I quickly pulled the bag away from her.

She gave me that look like, “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

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“Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow? I’ll text you in the morning and we can make plans.” I told my parents as we stopped in front of their hotel.

“Sounds good.” My dad said as he kissed me on the cheek and got out of the car.

“He deserves it.” My mom said, motioning to the bag. “Have a fun night. Be SAFE.” She winked.

“Ugh! Mom!” I screamed, shoving her a little.

“What! I’m just saying. Love you, honey.”

“Love you too.” I said reluctantly.

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I thanked the driver and ran upstairs in the apartment complex. I turned on CSN to gauge how much time I had before Tom would be home. He was wrapping up an interview, so he would still need to shower and drive home. I jumped in the shower just to shave my legs. Not allowing my face or hair to get wet, I carefully moved the razor from my ankle to my hip. I stepped out of the shower and moisturized, making sure every part of my body is smooth and ready for his touch.

I stripped out of my plain bra and underwear and stepped into the back lingerie. It wasn’t your traditional bra and underwear set…. It was a one piece lace outfit with a neck line plunging to my belly button. The thin lace barely covered my nipples and showed most of the skin on my breasts. I freshened up my makeup and sprayed on some perfume on my neck.

I returned to the bedroom to find that the after game talk show had taken over CSN. By now, Tom was probably on his way home. Deciding that something was missing from my ensemble, I put on one of Tom’s dress shirts. I picked a white one and rolled the sleeves up just a little. Messing up my hair In the mirror and taking one last look, I heard the front door unlock.

“Babe?” Tom called as he walked through the door.

I slowly got off the bed and walked to the doorframe of the bedroom. “Hi, baby.” I cooed, playing with the buttons on his shirt that I was now wearing.

“So I was thinking about grabbing a drink with the guys to celebrate the win-“ He began, setting his bags down at his feet. He hadn’t looked at me yet. “Oh.” He said as he looked up at me, starting to shoot me that sexual smile that always made me wet. “No I’m not.” He laughed, still staring at me.

“Or, you could just stay in and celebrate with me.” I said as I let one of the sleeves fall off my shoulder.

“Yeah I think that’s a better idea.” He said as he walked over to me. He pressed me up against the bedroom door running his hands down my sides and kissed me intensely. I lifted my right leg and hooked it around his hip, allowing my wet and warm center to press against the side of his leg.

“I like this.” Tom said as he pulled back and ran his fingers against the lace that barely covered my breasts.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. I thought you deserved a surprise.” I murmured as I let the dress shirt slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.

“I like this surprise.” He whispered into my neck as he left gentle kisses on my soft spots. He slid is hands from my waist down as he moved to his knees.

“No, baby. Tonight is about you.” I said sweetly as I ran my fingers through his long hair.

“Shhh.” He smirked as he ran his fingers along my slit over the lace the covered me. I moaned and bent my knees, shooting my hips forward and into him.

“Don’t baby, I don’t want to come just yet.” I winked at him. “I’m so horny for you.” I whined as I tugged on his hair again.

“Those fights turn you on? And the goals?” He asked, still running his hands over my center.

“You have no idea.” I said, still bending my knees to feel his fingers more, as if he was going to enter me.

He ran his hands up my legs as he stood up, letting his mouth stop at my sex. He bit me gently through the fabric, causing my knees to go weak.

“Don’t do that to me. Not yet.” I scolded as I regained my strength and dragged him to the bed.

I threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, sitting on top of his growing erection. I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off of him, running my hands up and down his chest and abdomen underneath his undershirt. I swiftly pulled his undershirt off of him and slightly gyrated my hips on top of his clothes, making him harder and harder.

“Baby,” He got out after a series of sharp breaths.

“Shhh.” I said as I kissed him gently to silence him.

Moving to his pants, I unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, moving myself so I could remove them completely. I did the same with his briefs and freed his erection from confinement. He moved his right hand to his cock, slowly stroking as he looking me up and down.

“No.” I scolded as I moved both of his hands above his head.

“Oh, this is how it’s going to be tonight?” He asked with a sexy smile.

“This is how it’s going to be.” I answered with my bedroom eyes.

“This thing is kind of itchy.” I began as I pulled the fabric away from both of my breasts. “I think I should take it off.”

“Please.” Tom said as he moved his hands to my breasts.

I slowly moved my hair to the side and undid the halter knot that was keeping me covered. I slowly slid the fabric down my body and climbed out of it, placing my center on top of his throbbing length.

“God.” Tom sighed.

“What?” I asked with a smirk.

“My baby is so sexy.” He answered as he pulled me down to suck on my breasts. I let him lick both of them, moaning out in pleasure as my center grew more and more warm. As he sucked, I moved on his dick, not letting it enter me just yet. I moved slowly, just slow enough to drive both of us crazy. I gently bit down on his shoulder as my pussy throbbed against him.

“Fuck me, baby.” He whispered softly as he bit my earlobe.

I took his orders and sat up just a little, allowing his length to match up with my entrance. I slowly slit down, stabilizing myself on his abs. I moaned as he filled me and his hands pressed firmly on my hips, pushing me farther and farther down.

“Ride me.” He begged.

I moved forward and placed several gentle kisses on his lips as my bottom half pulsed up and down on his length. He moaned out in pleasure as I kissed from his neck to his shoulders, picking up the pace. My center grew more wet as we continued, some of my juices making noise as I increased my speed.

“I think your pussy is calling my name.” Tom whispered as his bit at my earlobes.

“That’s the only name it knows.” I shot back with a seductive smirk, sitting upright and moving my hands to his lower abs. Tom placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed as I continued to move faster and faster, dancing on him dick. He bucked his hips into me to increase pleasure as I continue to bounce up and down on top of him. Reaching behind me, I grabbed his balls and massaged as I rode him all the way into oblivion. His breathing grew erratic as he neared completion, taking me by the hips and flipping me over. He slammed into me until we both reach our climax together.

“Scored three goals tonight.” Tom whispered as we collapsed next to each other.

anonymous asked:

What kind of parent would they be?

Eren: A cool parent. He’d be nervous with a newborn, scared of every little thing. But once he adjusts to life as a parent, he will love it so much. He loves that child (those children?) so much, it’s adorable. He’d give his kids a decent amount of independence, with a kind of “learn from your mistakes” attitude. Of course he’ll stop them from doing dangerous things, but he likes to let them learn on their own, like he did. He’d be the one the kids go to to ask for things cause he’ll rarely say no if it’s not unreasonable.

Mikasa: A gentle parent. Her maternal instincts are really strong, and she’s a very protective and sweet mother from the moment they’re born. She teaches her kids all the things her parents taught her, surrounding them with love and support no matter what they do. She can be strict, but her heart is always in the right place, and if she’s coming down on her kids from something, there is always a concrete reason/lesson. Gives the best mom hugs.

Armin: Nervous at first, but then a very fun parent. He can get overwhelmed with his kids’ antics at any age (nerves at them getting hurt as babies cause ‘THEY’RE SO FRAGILE?!’ and then having to deal with all the new milestones/behaviors as they age.) He adapts super fast, and loves to make his kids smile. He reads to them from infancy until they can read themselves, sometimes even making up his own stories for them. He puts a lot of emphasis on school, but also on his kids’ dreams and ambitions, and he supports them in whatever they set their mind to, encouraging them to reach for the stars.

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RFA + Saeran with a nerdy MC

I wrote this yesterday night and this morning read that @lonelywalkingpotato had been looking for this head canon! Isn’t this destiny? Heh.


Yoosung:


•Wouldn’t be surprised

•But at the same time he’d be like wOah I love her she just knows a loT

•Would ask her for random, animal-related facts from time to time all the time

•He sucks at math and she loves it so would ask her to help him study

•Wouldn’t pay attention because he’d be there listening to her lips sweet voice

•Would go full puppy eyes on her once she gets upset because he’s not focused


Zen:



•Fell in love thanks to her smart remarks against Jumin

•"Babe! Baaaaabe! Can we go somewhere else rather than the library?“

•Still goes with her

•Rests his elbows on the table and then his cheeks on the palm of his hands looking at her

•Makes some of the pages of her notebook in little balls and throws them to her

•He stops once he gets told by the librarian

•Asks her a shit ton of questions

•Loves how her nose goes when she’s concentrating on something



Jaehee:


•Has intellectual conversations with you about physics and the theories

•You’re the cashier of the café

•She’s also a bit nerdy so she gets ya when you start talking about stuff and people look at you oddly

•Would fight those people

Okay not really

Would do it in her mind

•Feels lucky as hell because she got herself such an intelligent quEen


Jumin:


•Both read the financial section in the newspaper

•Will sometimes ask your point of view about certain business deals

•Doesn’t like doing it a lot though…

• Does it because it’s so cute how you start getting too into the topic

•He likes spending his leisure time with you doing other stuff rather than work

•Will ask you to work for him

•He’d understand "It’s alright. You should use your bright mind for greater things that contribute in a high range.”

•Buys you lots of your favorite scientists books as presents or just when he feels like it

•Knows some of them and will take you to meet them


Seven:



•Glad that you don’t like programming that much

•He can get very competitive

•When you’re super bored he’ll find logic problems to see who solves it first

•He wins and wants a kiss  and more

•Does crazy chemistry and physics experiments with you

•He’ll tell jokes with elements of the periodic table, 

• ‘‘MC, MC! Are you made of Copper and Tellurium?…Because you are CuTe.’’


Saeran:


•Would knew because of how you’d response to some of his messages on the chat

•Thinks it’s super hot

•Would also ask for random facts

“You’re a human calculator!”

•"Nerd, come over here, I want a hug.“

•You’re the one in charge of the money when you go shopping he’d buy all the candies if he had the money with him

•Would make you show him all your diplomas tbh

He’d be super proud of his baby



aaaaAAA this is my first head canon! You can now request for more. I’ll generally be doing the RFA: Jaehee, Zen, Jumin, Yoosung and Seven + Saeran. If you want me to write about another MysMe character please include it in the request!


Hope you liked this head canon and thanks for reading it!

anonymous asked:

Ok I've seen Justin with a twin, but think about him with a little sister. Like maybe a freshman or younger. Justin would be with her 24/7 at home, because he wouldn't want her anywhere near Meth Seth, especially not alone. She would ship the heck out of Justlex/Jontlex. And (good) Bryce would definitely spoil her, buying her everything. And she'd be so protected, it'd be like she had a bunch of brothers instead of just one. But when she wanted some girl time, she'd be super close to Jess.

Okay but when Seth is around Justin makes her sleep in his room, and because his bed is so small he’ll sleep on the floor to give her some space. They study locked away in there together too, and watch shows in their phones that they downloaded while they were out.

Justin would always be looking over her shoulder, making sure that she is staying focused on her education rather than love life, aiming for a career and not just a shitty job. He doesn’t mind what she does with her life, as long as she’s safe, healthy and happy. He really just wants the best for her.

She is of course the first person Justin goes to when he starts to question his sexuality. She talks him through it a lot, helping him pull apart all his feelings. She has also always had a soft spot for Alex, and when Justin first shows signs of crushing on him she is the first one there telling him to go for it and ask Alex out.

She hangs out with all of Justin’s friends, and they’d all spoil her like crazy, because they just adore her like Justin does. You can bet that Monty backs Justin up in an interrogation whenever someone asks her out, and Zach would totally give her cash if she ever needed. Alex of course was her favourite, and he was her go to with secrets and advice, and when Alex wasn’t around she’d go to Jeff.

When Justin decides to come out to his friends she’s right there with him, making sure he knows how proud she is. Hey give each other a lot of hugs, and though they do fight, it’s not very often, because they both know that they’re just lucky to have each other.

And Jess would joke about the boys corrupting her and about how she needed girl time. Meanwhile the boys all sit around accusing Jess of corrupting her while they’re gone.

And she’s the first to notice how close Justin gets to Alex, and she sees how clingy and affectionate Justin gets, and she brings it up to him, and he’s just in complete denial (mostly because he thinks Alex wouldn’t like him back). So when Justin does start dating Alex she spends months on the “I told you so” train, and she is absolutely a shipper of Jontlex, but she won’t bring it up to Justin, because he’s happy with Alex, and she wants him to find a place for Monty in his heart without her help