she never looks that big until he's holding her and damn she's big

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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“Don’t bother,” he replies grimly, “I said I wasn’t interested in this. If we fucked, sorry for leading you on, if we didn’t, I don’t know why you’d want to be associated with me anyways.” And Harry wants this conversation to end right there, now that he’s said his piece, so he looks back towards Y/N and says, “These are organic grapes, no?”

The girl gets the hint, leaving with a huff and Y/N tuts her tongue at him.

“You’re so mean, Harry! What if she really liked you?”

Harry shakes his head, “She liked my cock not me.” He says apathetically, and Y/N’s face turns towards sheepish like it always does when the mere mention of his escapades comes to head (which it doesn’t often, but he knows Y/N has ears and she hears things), “‘sides, she was rude to you. I don’t like that.” He straightens out, “Did you take your medicine?”

or

Harry doesn’t really like people, but he likes Y/N

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Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 6: Mt. Rushmore

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3692

Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.

Originally posted by wanderluxx

I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.

As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.

I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”

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bodyguard!wonwoo

Originally posted by jeonfhan

  • for this sweetie’s bodyguard!wonwoo request!!
  • so, how wonwoo got to being a bodyguard was definitely not intentional
  • like he didn’t just put in an application and hope for the best!!! he was recruited by a friend actually
  • in wonwoo’s youth, he was always a pretty strong, tall kid
  • his mom would have him move the furniture whenever she felt like the house needed a change, or he would help the kind granny next door carry her groceries inside whenever she needed it
  • his parents were under the impression that wonwoo was getting all this muscle from being on the basketball team, which he was on (with good friend and basketball captain seungcheol) of course, but he was also working those muscles punching bullies in the faces
  • it was no secret that a friend of jeon wonwoo’s was a friend you didn’t fuck with
  • like his youngest friend lee chan would be walking home with the rest of his friends and wonwoo would see a bruise forming around chan’s eye and he’d just instantly lose it
  • so he goes to find that asshole who’d been picking on chan despite wonwoo’s warnings for the last month and he’d slam the dude so hard into the nearest locker that something probably broke
  • and the guy would piss his pants when wonwoo looked down at him, expression hard and emotionless
  • “didn’t I tell you last week that if you kept messing with my kid you’d be six feet under?”
  • of course, wonwoo doesn’t actually have the heart to kill on the usual, but when it comes to those he loves, he damn well just might
  • he’s basically the resident savior of the school and no one in their right mind would bother anyone innocent lest that person run off to wonwoo because that’s like death coming to your door
  • his parents would never allow such behavior and probably wouldn’t even believe anyone if they told them what wonwoo got up to at school, so wonwoo makes sure to keep his wounds minimal and the amount of friends he invites over small
  • but like, he didn’t know how famous he really was for his brute strength
  • and one day he gets cornered by this senior and wonwoo thinks he’s gonna have to show him a thing or two, but the guy just smirks and holds his hands up and is like “i’ve seen you fight before kid. you ever think about doing it for money?”
  • it’s not like his family has reached rock bottom yet, but it’s also not like he can pretend to watch as his mother eats only half a bowl of food so that wonwoo, his little brother and his dad could eat
  • and he can’t pretend he doesn’t notice how long it’s been since his brother had a new pair of sneakers
  • and he can’t pretend his dad wasn’t overworking himself at the office just to bring a few measly extra bucks home every night
  • the guy promises wonwoo doesn’t have to fight if he doesn’t want to, just tells wonwoo to show up to a place downtown on friday night to see what it was all about
  • so, reluctantly, wonwoo lies to his mother that he’s studying with jihoon and mingyu and goes downtown, perfectly poised and ready to make a run for it if needed bc the place is definitely not lacking in shadiness
  • the lines outside are kept to a minimum and the bouncer at the door is none too friendly until wonwoo flashes him a card the senior at school gave him, and suddenly he’s being ushered to a front row seat inside what looks like a huge wrestling dome
  • wonwoo starts to feel nervous when they bring out contestants, but nonetheless he stays like steel in his seat and watches as the night begins
  • and suddenly a rain of money is being thrown over his head toward the fighters as they begin to beat each other to what looks like the death, the fight quickly turning gruesome as the two men attempt to tear each other apart with nothing but force and violent fists
  • wonwoo knows it’s wrong, and he really shouldn’t be here, but he can’t even tear his eyes away, let alone find the will to get up and leave
  • the opponents include a big, strong dude with more muscle than wonwoo, and the other is a scrawny but quick thing who ends up winning in the end
  • “in the end, it’s all about strategy” a voice whispers next to his ear, and it’s the senior again, smiling almost wickedly as wonwoo looks back at him “even a guy like you could take down a brute like Big Papa over there if only you have a strategy. it’s not all about muscle down here. you can play as dirty as you like, for more money in one night than your parents make in a year”
  • and wonwoo knows it’s a terrible idea, practically goes deaf with the voice of his own consciousness telling him it’s wrong… or maybe that’s the sound of the crowd cheering his name…?
  • it’s a blur, but all he knows is that a week later, he’s in the ring, winning two hundred thousand won against an experienced fighter because wonwoo just so happened to be a pretty springy opponent 
  • he makes so much money that he’s actually able to get himself a place in the city when he graduates, and he’s able to put more food in the kitchen than his mom could store, and his dad could finally take that vacation he’d been wanting, and his little brother could get into that really good school his parents had been dreaming of for years
  • the only catch is, of course, that wonwoo has to tell his family where he got the money from
  • but because of the danger and illegality of the job, he knows that they could be hurt or worse if, say, a sore loser seeks revenge on him and finds his family 
  • so instead, wonwoo leaves them with more money in their savings than they could have ever dreamed of and promises that he’d take care of them no matter what, and then he’s disappearing from their lives for their own good, because the life he’s mixed up in is not a life his family should be involved in
  • he does underground fighting for about five years, and he’s not proud of himself or who he’s become
  • his family has been trying to get into contact with him for all of those years, but the most he ever leaves them with is a duffle bag of a few million won on the front porch and a letter letting them know he’s still alive, still misses them, still loves them
  • his mother caught him one early morning, when he had startled the resident stray cat by tripping over one of his mother’s flower pots
  • she had only made eye contact with him through the crack of the front door before he was dropping the bag of money at the step and giving her a small smile, before disappearing into the dark dawn of the day
  • his mother is just happy he’s really still okay
  • so, it goes on like this until one day the place wonwoo fights at gets raided and he needs to disappear for a while, but with that comes loss of income bc now he has nowhere to get money from and he’s not willing to go anywhere else to fight, especially since he’s gotten so comfortable and the places people are whispering about are in places he’s never even been to and of course he can’t just leave his family behind, it’d only be that much harder to care for them
  • and just randomly one day, he gets a call from his friend seungkwan who’s currently working in music
  • seungkwan mentions that there’s this new idol sweetheart who has just moved from her old company to the one seungkwan works for and they’re in the process of getting everything switched and yada yada wonwoo is almost bored of the conversation
  • until seungkwan mentions that they’re looking for suitable bodyguards for the idol, because the scandal with her and her last company was that her last bodyguard left her unattended in her dressing room and she got swarmed by obsessive fans after a show
  • so seungkwan is groaning about it bc he has to go through piles and piles of applications for the bodyguard position, a good chunk of which are just coming from stalker fans who want to get close to their favorite idol, when wonwoo is like “…could i apply?”
  • and seungkwan is like !!!!! hell yes!! you’d be perfect for this!!
  • he gives wonwoo the application and everything and seungkwan even puts in a letter of recommendation for him
  • and wonwoo is really only doing it bc he knows he’s no good at anything other than using his fists and protecting the people he cares about, and if this job means he has to do that for some stuck up idol then so be it
  • he’s not even expecting the call he gets from the ceo of the company the next day, asking him to come to the company for a “personal evaluation”
  • a personal evaluation happens to be an extensive background check and multiple layers of paperwork that wonwoo could barely remember the contents of before he’s really given the job
  • “the subject also has one question for you, to determine if you are really fit for the job: are you… are you fast enough?” the man at the desk reads off, looking a lil lost
  • until the two men hear a high pitched laugh outside of the door and the sound of pounding footsteps running down the hall
  • and sure enough, when the two go to investigate, there you are, grinning over your shoulder as you dart down another hallway, most likely on your way outside when you catch an elevator for the first floor
  • and wonwoo is off like a rocket, even as the doors shut and you’re already flying down several floors, he’s sprinting down the stairwells two steps at a time, determined to catch you before you get outside
  • he seems to be pretty good at this too, since he’s standing in front of your elevator just as the doors open and you clumsily collide into his chest where his hands grip your shoulders to push you back some steps so he can get a good look at you
  • your cheeks are rosy and your hair is all over the place, but you’re also laughing like a little kid
  • “you really are fast” you declare, folding your arms over your chest with an exhausted huff, looking him over as he stands completely composed and stoic
  • but on the inside he’s trying really hard to show that those stairs didn’t wind him lol
  • “i’m jeon wonwoo, your new bodyguard, nice to meet you” wonwoo introduces himself in a monotonous voice
  • you smile and pat his arm, nodding to the left of the elevators where the company’s complimentary cafe is “i’ll buy you a coffee and we can get to know each other, how’s that sound?”
  • of course, wonwoo respectfully can’t refuse so he follows you anyway, and tries to keep his order simple and plain because honestly, what would he look like ordering every sweet on the menu when you’re paying and it’s his first day?
  • he silently cries as he drinks his boring black coffee and longingly looks at the vanilla cream puff flavored latte you ordered and are currently enjoying very audibly to his disdain
  • “my manager told me this you’re the only candidate who wasn’t a bodyguard previously, but you seem pretty qualified. what did you do before this?” you ask, watching him over the straw over your drink
  • “underground fighting” he deadpans
  • “illegal?” “extremely” “are you any good?”
  • wonwoo is kinda shocked you even asked, bc he more than expected you to get nervous around him when he told you about his previous occupation, but instead you’re staring at him with excitement in your eyes like he’s just told you he used to slay dragons in his past life
  • and, ok, the sparkle you just got in your eyes when you asked is kind of adorable
  • “hopefully i’ll never have to prove it to you” he says, and your visage deflates a little at the thought but you know he’s telling the truth, and instead you nudge his leg under the table, instead focusing your eyes on the healing scars on and near his knuckles, which he hides from your sight the moment he notices
  • “you’re probably right, but i still think it’d be pretty cool. i can tell you’re not that kind of guy, anyway”
  • wonwoo wants to Object because what do you even know? you’ve only been talking to him for half an hour, how could you possibly deduct that about his personality?
  • and sure, the look in your eyes is something like absolute certainty but you were wrong. you knew nothing about him and you were wrong
  • right?
  • but then you’re telling him you’ve got voice lessons so the conversation is postponed and he is already on his way to escorting you to the room you’ve got to go to, and you’re waving him a goodbye for now, knowing he wouldn’t be needed until you had to go somewhere other than the building
  • so on his way back to the office he’s handed his suit by seungkwan which is “dry clean only and if you destroy this thing I will personally wring your neck”, a pair of nice shoes and an ear piece that would allow him to communicate with other body guards or even you yourself since it is capable of picking up phone calls
  • of course he’s expected to try it out for the first time and you just so happen to finish your lesson a little while after they get him suited and booted so you sneakily hide behind a wall and watch as he and his friend fiddle with the cufflinks on his sleeves and he wiggles the little earpiece around
  • and then you pull out your phone and dial the number you’d been given for him, which starts vibrating in his pocket and he presses a little button on the ear piece to answer “hello?”
  • in the creepiest voice you can muster, you whisper “hey there sexy, looking good in that suit”
  • almost immediately wonwoo twists around and catches you giggling into the receiver of your phone, and when you two make eye contact you bolt like sonic the hedgehog
  • and wonwoo just sighs
  • “she’s a handful, huh? don’t worry, you’ll warm up to her” seungkwan says with a small smile, nudging wonwoo who just huffs and broods
  • “doubt it”
  • and thus begins wonwoo’s job as your bodyguard
  • a job more entertaining than he expected
  • he spends most of his time trying to keep you from goofing off rather than keeping crazy fans off you
  • like you’ll literally just be en route to a restaurant up the street from the company to meet with some singer for a collab but you’ll do a complete detour and run into a store because “it’s a 40% off sale jeon! 40%!!!”
  • he’s always on the verge of doing a shit load of apologizing to anyone you inconvenience but no matter what you do, even if you break some priceless thing in an antique shop, because you’re famous, no one has the heart to say anything to you??
  • and he can’t help but feel a little jealous at how untouchable you are
  • at times he doesn’t even think he really needs to be there, if no seems to have the balls to get on your bad side
  • he just feels really out of his element with you, like he’s entering a world he shouldn’t have even thought about being in
  • and when you mingle with other stars or whatever he always has this urge to overreact bc he knows a lot of these ppl through his mom and chan,,,,,
  • like you’ll be in an interview with your upcoming drama co-star and he’ll be biting his fist cause fuck his mom would kill him if she ever found out he didn’t get a picture of kim ji soo while he was there sharing the same air
  • and when the interview is over and you’re talking with ji soo and a producer you see wonwoo staring daggers at ji soo and you get really confused until you see him fumbling with his phone and you suddenly 💡!!!
  • “wonwoo!! come over and meet ji soo!” you wave him over, and he nearly drops his phone but also ok,, ,he can do this,, ji soo is just a man and- fuck he just looked his way. how is he that handsome in real life
  • you start talking wonwoo up to ji soo like “this is my amazing bodyguard, wonwoo. he’s a big fan, would you mind taking a pic with him?”
  • and ofc ji soo doesn’t mind so he sidles up to wonwoo and wonwoo’s hands are shaking far too much to take a pic so you take the phone from him, fingers brushing against his sweaty palms with a giggle and you turn to ji soo like “he’s just a little nervous. you should put your arm around him”
  • wonwoo: 🚫HOLD❗️UP❌I DID NOT⛔️ALLOW❗️THIS
  • but ji soo is already squishing wonwoo into his side and damn… he really smells nice. his mom is gonna freak
  • you take multiple pictures of them just posing, but then ji soo turns to wonwoo and is like “bro you look really clean in that suit, like the men in black” and wonwoo is so pleased he thinks so so he just :)
  • and meanwhile you’re giggling and taking a few discreet pics of the both of them, focusing in on wonwoo’s cute fanboy reaction
  • when they finally part and wonwoo is back to his usual stoic self, you hold up the phone to his face and there’s a picture of him looking at ji soo with literal heart eyes
  • and before you can comment wonwoo is like “let us never speak of this moment again. also. which picture best captures my good side”
  • it’s the first time you’ve seen such of side in wonwoo and you can’t help thinking that you want to see more, if he’d let you that was
  • from then on, it’s like your mission to poke out that cute, innocent side of his that he worked so hard to keep from you and others
  • little by little, you began to unravel the being that was wonwoo
  • but as you grew restless with the waiting, you decided to turn to seungkwan for some help
  • and you know. seungkwan. might have said more than he should have
  • seungkwan ended up spilling nearly everything about wonwoo to you, from his high school days to the underground fighting
  • and even though you knew about the underground fighting, hearing just how strong and powerful he really was and just how many shady fights he’d been in, where opponents fight damn near to the death, you start to wonder if that cute side of wonwoo’s is really… him
  • wonwoo notices the change in you immediately, when you go from being all silly with him to kind of keeping to yourself, and at first he rejoices bc finally!! some peace and quiet
  • but hours of quiet turn to days of quiet, and then weeks, and wonwoo is really concerned that he did something wrong
  • so he manages the courage to ask you one day
  • immediately you try to act like you had been aloof to it the whole time, but of course, wonwoo can see right through you, and it angers you but it doesn’t surprise you
  • wonwoo has been the only person to see right through you since you came into this industry
  • “did you… did you like underground fighting? even when some people never really came back from those fights… the same?”
  • and wonwoo lightly curses under his breath bc he knows exactly who you’ve been talking to, and he knows that that person can be pretty bad at relaying information some (most) of the time
  • “no, i didn’t… like it. i didn’t like knocking people unconscious for sport, but i did it to help. my parents kept pretending like they weren’t on the verge of losing everything and i… was wasting my fists away in school, punching every bully in sight. at least with underground fighting, i got paid. a good chunk of that money i made went to my parents and my brother to make sure they were settled”
  • “you haven’t seen your family in a while, have you?” you ask, and he looks at you like you’re prodding into the innermost parts of his mind for him to open up, something that makes him squirm under you gaze despite the comfort you try to convey to him
  • he just shakes his head, unable to say more in fear of bursting when he’s been working so hard to stay together
  • you can’t fathom why this boy, trapped in a man’s body, works so hard to pretend nothing hurts him
  • why he does his best to be the unbreakable, unfeeling wall of steel
  • why he refuses to get close, and how even when you chip away at his facade, he’s always right behind you, ready to fix it back up again
  • you know that you’re a long ways away from getting him to open up completely, but you try whatever you can to at least encourage him to
  • he ends up meeting your family at a family bbq you invite him to one day and honestly?? he doesn’t realize until he’s helping your dad flip burgers and playing table tennis with your mom that this is the first time he’s been around a family setting in years
  • seeing the dynamic between you and your fam as you just kick back and let loose and drop the professional facade you have to keep when working sparks something in him he hasn’t felt in a long time
  • he nearly has to run to the bathroom to collect himself because he’s suddenly thinking of his parents and his brother and how much he misses them
  • by the end of the night, all of you are sitting by the fire pit and drinking a little bit but of course wonwoo takes something light because he has to drive you home later and you lean against him a little, to his surprise, and sigh, “i hope today made you feel a little less alone”
  • wonwoo externally is all poker face but on the inside he’s like
  • ,,,, not to be emo but wtf ;-;
  • so he’s driving you back to your apartment in the city, and when you arrive you ask him to help you take up the leftovers your mother has packed you because there are far too many for you to carry on your own
  • so wonwoo obliges and helps carry the damn near ten bowls of leftovers your family had left bc you couldn’t cook for your life and needed it all lol
  • wonwoo even helps you arrange everything in the fridge, being a gentleman and putting a few things in the freezer because he knows you might eat everything at once if it was readily available to you
  • and you perch yourself on the kitchen counter with a tired but content sigh, watching him fuss about your kitchen bc you “never clean up after yourself” and “can’t wash a dish right to save your life” and he honestly sounds more like your mom than your mom does at the moment
  • as you watch him, smile fond and gaze fonder, you grab his arm as he’s walking by and just pull him into a hug
  • he’s pretty startled so he freezes up in your hold and doesn’t really know what to do
  • i mean sure, being touchy is your thing and you often give him kisses on the cheek or side hugs when he greets you in the morning to start the day, but this hug feels…
  • consoling? soothing?
  • it feels like so much more than just your arms around his neck
  • “i know you don’t want to tell me everything yet. so i’ll wait for you”
  • and like that, the dam breaks, and wonwoo lets the tears fall, arms idle at his sides, “why do you care so much? i only work for you. nothing more” “wonwoo… don’t you get it? you’re a friend to me, of course i care about you.”
  • and carefully, you push him back with arms still wound about him so that you can see his red eyes and quivering lips
  • you gently brush underneath his eye with your thumb, “i can see when someone is holding too much in. it’s okay to let that go now”
  • he pulls you back in, for the first time hugging you first
  • you can tell he’s needed a hug like this and it’s a long time coming, so you hold him
  • and that night he spills all his burdens to you
  • about missing his family, and about the life he’s chosen and wondering if it’s a good one
  • he’s still afraid to acquaint with his family too much even after leaving the underground life bc he’s so scared that maybe some angry opponent from years ago would find them and hurt them
  • but underneath that fear is also the fear of rejection, and thinking that they wouldn’t want to see him again after leaving for so long
  • right?
  • when he’s aired out all of his feelings, he leaves for the night feeling a lot lighter in the chest
  • and that’s when the wheels in your mind start turning
  • you recruit the help of seungkwan, who reveals that wonwoo’s 21st birthday is coming up and that he wants to do something special for his friend
  • so you ask seungkwan to round up all of wonwoo’s friends from high school and put in a little special request so that you can make wonwoo’s birthday the best birthday he’s ever had
  • on the day of his birthday, wonwoo doesn’t act any more different than usual, coming in and greeting everyone and not dropping any hints of what day it is
  • he gets a funny text from you that day for him to meet you at the company rather than at home, so he takes his instructions, albeit a little confused
  • you tell him to meet you in your usual practice room and he’s on his way in, completely clueless
  • when he opens the door, the lights are off and seemingly no one is there
  • he flips on the lights, and immediately glitter is raining from above and a chorus of screams ring out in the room, all singing a discordant version of “happy birthday, wonwoo!” 
  • and wonwoo can’t even pretend to be unfazed, he’s smiling way too hard
  • he sees amongst his friends soonyoung, jun, seungcheol, joshua, vernon, seokmin, and even little chan who definitely isn’t little anymore (jesus, where does the time go ;-;)
  • all of his friends surround him and give him pats on the back and warm congratulations, and there you are standing in the midst of it all with a cake and his name on it
  • the cake is in the shape of a teddy bear that looks just like him, and he can’t help but shake his head at you before taking in a breath to blow out the candles
  • “wait!! you have to make a wish!” seungkwan scolds, and wonwoo blinks at the boy before shutting his eyes and doing as told, and then he’s blowing them out 
  • “what’d you wish for?” chan asks excitedly, clinging to wonwoo’s arm
  • the older boy just glances from chan to you, and then laughs a little “nothing for you to worry about, kiddo”
  • so the fourteen of you (and a few co-workers who heard the commotion) eat cake and reminisce on wonwoo’s life in high school and you hear so many good blackmail stories that nearly have wonwoo taping all of their mouths shut
  • chan’s got the most out of all of them lol
  • “i remember this one time wonwoo and i went-” “no chan, that story is boring” “well, what about that time we saw-” “no chan, that’s not appropriate” “okay!! what about that time we did-” “no chan, that was illegal”
  • but it’s all in good fun, and you find yourself cracking up more in one day than you have in a while
  • wonwoo is in the middle of scarfing down the last slice of cake when he sees you make eyes at seungkwan, and his suspicions start to rise
  • discreetly, or at least to everyone else, you leave the room, and wonwoo has a really strong urge to follow, but you’re back within three minutes
  • “i think it’s time for the gift for the birthday boy, don’t you think?” you say, and seungkwan walks over to wonwoo, his hand comforting on the back of the boy’s shoulder
  • wonwoo is really curious now, but before he can ask, the door to the room opens again
  • and in walks his family, smiling tearfully as they take him in
  • his dad looks like he’s trying not to cry and his mom has her hands over her mouth as she takes in her son, having grown up without her for the last five years
  • even his little brother, who he remembers barely coming up to his chest is now almost towering over him, smiling though his cheeks are already wet
  • wonwoo doesn’t even care that anyone else is in the room. he runs straight for them with unabashed love
  • they hug for a long while, the four of them just relishing in the fact that they had wonwoo back in their life and vice versa
  • wonwoo is apologizing over and over again like it’s the only words he knows, and they might as well be because he can’t find himself saying anything else as he looks at his family’s faces
  • he just feels so sorry and so terrible for how long he’s been gone, and he wants to beat himself up for it all until he’s gotten their forgiveness
  • but he doesn’t even have to
  • they already do forgive him
  • eventually, the other boys clear out to give them their space, and you offer to give them a tour of the company to pass the time
  • as they’re rough-housing with each other, you walk with seungcheol whose got his hands deep in his pockets and he looks pensive, smiling quietly to himself
  • “you like him a lot, don’t you?” seungcheol suddenly asks, and you look at him like he’s grown a second head
  • “l-like?? who?? wonwoo???? that brick wall?? haha. no. ha. no no no no no. he’s not even my type”
  • seungcheol quietly listens to you blabber on, grinning every time you stutter over a word
  • and then you turn to him with an utterly hopeless expression and just defeatedly nod at him
  • “thought so. both of you get a little puppy dog look in your eyes when you look at each other” 
  • to which. your interest is…… piqued
  • “both?” you ask, looking hopefully at him
  • seungcheol pats your head pitifully and is like?? you really thought huh??? that boy played you. he’s got a crush and it’s bad
  • so fast forward a little while later, wonwoo and his family find you all and the boys admit they have to head back to class or work so you bid them all adieu,,,,, and of course ,,,not before seungcheol smirks and winks at you and nods his head at wonwoo very unhelpfully
  • wonwoo ends up asking if it’s alright if he can take a few extra hours off to eat dinner with his family at home later, and instantly you’re like ofc!!! take the whole month off!!! talk to your family :)))
  • and then his mom is like “thank you so much for helping set this up. would you like to come to dinner too?”
  • wonwoo is about to break the news that you have a few interviews and recording sessions scheduled later that day and that you wouldn’t be able to take off, but recklessly you’re like screw that lol i’m coming with
  • wonwoo wants to scold you so bad but. i mean. you’re also the reason he’s going back home with his family for the first time in years so. ://. he’ll save it for later
  • when you guys pull up to his neighborhood, wonwoo, you, and his brother walk around the place, greeting neighbors they grew up with and pointing out all the places they spent their time at as children
  • some kids even stop by to get your autograph and wonwoo pretends to stop them as “your loyal bodyguard” but the kids just shove him out of the way like move wonwoo this is a once in a lifetime thing
  • and wonwoo is like rude. i babysat you when i was sixteen. show some respect
  • wonwoo’s brother also shares some embarrassing stories of wonwoo,,,, of which wonwoo wants to hit him for but decides that he can do that later after they’ve finished being all lovey dovey and catching up
  • by the end of the night, you’re gonna go home with a completely different view of jeon wonwoo than you started with
  • eventually, you all huddle in for dinner with his family and they’re all so warm and accepting of you, asking all about the life you live and the music you make
  • you end up making his parents into fans!!
  • wonwoo’s brother even admits to having a bit of a fan crush on you and you do a bunch of cute gestures for him just to get him flushed in the cheeks
  • as the night comes to a close, wonwoo asks you to meet him outside
  • and because his family lives out in the country, the view of the stars at night is spectacular
  • he sets out some lawn chairs his family has and the both of you just kick back and look at the stars, sharing a bowl of grapes (of which you and wonwoo continuously throw at each other, trying to see who has the better aim
  • he keeps catching them with his mouth damn it
  • “thank you, by the way. i don’t think i’ve said that yet today”
  • you look over at him just as he shoves a handful of grapes into his mouth with a content sigh
  • he smiles at the stars and takes in a deep breath “this is probably the first time in five years i’ve felt so… peaceful. so thank you, really. you’ve done so much for me, and i swear i don’t deserve it”
  • you pop his head and he lets out a grunt of pain but it mixes in with a laugh
  • “don’t say that, jeon wonwoo. you deserve this peace more than you give yourself credit for. you bring me peace of mind, so the least i could do is return the favor”
  • wonwoo ends up just kinda looking at you, the stars twinkling above and the sounds of his mother singing from inside the house carrying out into the warm summer night
  • “what’s… that thing you’re always telling me to do? be open with how i feel?” he asks, and you furrow your brows in confusion
  • “i’m probably jinxing the night, and that would be very typical of me, but i also can’t keep quiet so just… please listen okay? you’ve been something of a friend to me these past few months i’ve been working with you. especially after that night i spilled everything to you. i feel like i can trust you and i’ve never really had a person like you in my life. someone that just… understands me right off the bat. so i guess i was a little scared getting to know you and making any steps to form a deeper relationship other than professional because it felt too good to be true. but after tonight… i’ve realized something? and i think i should let you know what it is”
  • your breath is coming out shaky now, and all you can do is manage a stunned nod, the only thing on your mind being the words seungcheol had spoken to you earlier
  • “i think i have feelings for you. and i’m terrified of it. i’m used to pushing away people that could mean something important to me in fear of fucking up their lives like i’ve been doing to my family for the last five years, but i can’t… can’t live like this anymore. after seeing my family again, i’ve realized i can’t do that anymore. i’ll take all the consequences if i have to, and i totally understand if you want me resigned and out of your life by tomorrow morning. but if you feel the same, you don’t have to say it yet… just stay here with me for an hour longer. that’s all i ask. if you get up and walk away i’ll know-” 
  • “god…….. you’re such an emo, wonwoo. i’m not going anywhere. ya hear me? nowhere. i like you too, you idiot.” you push his arm lightly and he looks at you dumbfounded, so you just shoot him a tiny smile, nudging him with your foot 
  • but i mean, could wonwoo have expected any other kind of response from you?
  • “did you… i just confessed to you and you called me an emo and an idiot in nearly the same breath” “yeah, well, if the shoe fits”
  • wonwoo so badly wants to pull you into a headlock and give you a lil noogie but it’s also probably Not The Time
  • so he just nudges you back with content, watching the cute little smile on your face as his hand falls to lean over the arm of his chair and to brush against yours, just as you link your fingers together in solidarity, “how cliche. the bodyguard falling for the pop star”
Voltron Beach Headcanons

So, my mom and I have been traveling around and going to beaches and all that fun stuff until the lease for my apartment is up in a couple weeks. So, have some Voltron beach headcanons!

Shallura (established)

  • Shiro’s self conscious about the scars on his body and initially wears a wetsuit.
  • Eventually he becomes comfortable enough to just wear swim trunks, and Allura makes sure to apply a liberal amount of sunscreen on his scars every couple of hours.
  • Allura and Shiro nap and relax on the beach on their towels under the shade of an umbrella.
  • But you know after their nap they’re going to tear it up on the waves and get competitive and playful.
  • They dominate at the game “chicken”. So much.
  • Especially when Allura’s carrying Shiro on her shoulders. No one can stand a chance against them. They’re a powerful force when teamed together.
  • Lance was tackled off Hunk’s shoulders in seconds.
  • He saw his life flash before his eyes and then afterwards he high fived Shiro because it was so awesome.
  • If you thought they were unstoppable as chicken partners, wait until you see them play volleyball. Because they annihilate everyone.  
  • Shiro and Allura feed each other the planet’s Earth equivalent of ice cream.
  • They hold hands as they walk along the beach, away from the others, around sundown.
  • Shiro writes their names in the sand in a heart, like a smitten highschooler. Allura adores it, even though she can’t read it.
  • She learns how to write her name in English in the sand and practices it over and over until it’s as pretty as Shiro’s.

Klance (slow burn)

  • Lance is psyched to challenge Keith to surf boarding, because he knows he’ll have an advantage.
  • Keith is actually pretty damn good at surfing, for his first time.
  • Lance pretends to be completely unimpressed and says it’s just beginner’s luck.
  • He’s actually immensely proud and amazed.
  • Eventually he compliments Keith about it:
  • “Okay, not bad. You’re actually kind of a natural.”
  • “What was that? I couldn’t hear you? Was that a compliment?”
  • “Shut up, mullet.”
  • They insist on being a team for any of the sports they decide to play.

Hunk

  • He is the best surfer. Literally the best compared to the others. But he doesn’t show off or anything, because he just wants to relax and have a good time. He doesn’t want to be competitive about it.
  • Hunk knows how to weave hats and baskets out of palm leaves. Mostly because it helped calm his nerves as a kid.
  • He also knows how to make lei and uses whatever he can find on the alien planet’s beach to braid them (flowers, vines, shells, etc) and give them to the team.
  • He used to make lei back at home for his little sister.
  • You know he likes checking out all of the food shops by the beach and talking with the locals.
  • They exchange tips and recipes.
  • They adore him.
  • He helps fix some locals’ boats. In exchange for him helping, they offer to take everyone out on the water, which calms Shiro’s nerves because Lance talked about pulling inner tubes behind Blue on the water (which is a big no-no).
  • “Uh, Lance? I don’t think Shiro’ll like the idea of you taking a gigantic, sentient war machine lion out on the water to pull a couple inner tubes behind it.”
  • “Why not??”
  • Hunk makes some pretty intricate sand castles. Big enough for Pidge to lurk in.
  • He makes sure to bring plenty of sunscreen, because he’s paranoid about everyone getting burned.
  • Showing Shay the ocean is definitely on his list of things to introduce her to.

Pidge

  • Initially tries staying as covered as possible.
  • It immediately becomes impossible once she realizes how damn hot it is on the beach.
  • She settles for one of those zipup capri wetsuits with the tank top. Or swim trunks with a surf shirt (rash guard?) and a visor.
  • She tries staying in the shade with Coran, Shiro and Allura, and her tablet, but it’s still too damn hot and she’s sweaty and dying and there’s weird bugs that won’t leave her alone.
  • Sand is also terrible. It’s all over her. How did it get everywhere so fast?
  • Pidge caves and joins the rest of the paladins in the water.
  • She spends most of her time slung over an inner tube watching the boys goof off.
  • She also takes an interest studying the marine life along the shore and takes samples to be studied later.
  • She takes a liking to going underwater with a snorkel and goggles to check out the fish, but she’s sure to stay close to the shore, because deep water freaks her out.
  • Pidge gets Hunk to give her piggyback rides along the shore.
  • Pidge miraculously doesn’t burn to a crisp, thanks to Hunk. She gets a weird little tan stripe along her forehead because of her visor though. 

Keith

  • He’s never been to the beach before, so he isn’t sure what to expect at first.
  • The first time he jumps into the water and resurfaces, he looks like a drowned kitten.
  • He accidentally gets ocean water in his mouth. A lot of it. He is not pleased.
  • Despite putting on plenty of sunscreen, because of Hunk’s insistence, Keith still gets sunburnt to all hell somehow.
  • He looks like an actual tomato
  • Lance teases him so much about it
  • Shiro scolds him and he has to help put Aloe on Keith every hour or so, because Shiro’s tired of hearing it.
  • Keith’s the one who insists on starting a game of beach volleyball. There isn’t a place set up for volleyball of course, so he pulls together his own volley net and marks out the court in the sand
  • He and Lance make a good team™ against some of the locals who take them on. 

Lance

  • You know this boy LOVES the beach. It’s no Varadero Beach, but it’s an ocean and he’s going swimming, dammit.
  • He’s the one who insisted they have a beach day.
  • Lance tans very gracefully and has never burned in his life. He’s sure to use sunscreen anyway, because he’s all about keeping his skin healthy.
  • He’s sure to get a bunch of selfies with the local beach babes.
  • Permanently has a drink poised in his left hand whenever he’s not in the water.
  • Lance is an incredibly strong swimmer
  • He knows all forms of swimming and does them gracefully.
  • Except when he pretends to be a dolphin.
  • He makes sure to bring music. Loud, loud music that he can dance to.
  • He starts a dance-off on the beach.
  • Which of course escalates into a full-on beach party with the locals.

Coran

  • Coran mostly camps out on the beach with everyone’s belongings (sunscreen, inner tubes, surfboards, umbrella and towels, etc) sipping on some Nunvil and whatever’s native to the island.
  • He basically acts as a lifeguard when he doesn’t fall asleep.
  • He falls asleep a lot, but usually no one can tell behind his ginormous sunglasses. Unless he’s snoring.
  • He also takes pictures, because he’s Space Uncle.
  • He wears an old-timey white and blue striped one-piece swimsuit. The kind from the 1900s, to match his mustache.

Allura

  • Probably has a similar vintage 1900s swimsuit like Coran’s (complete with sleeves and a skirt basically)–but after showing Lance, he insisted she needed to go to the Space Mall and get something more modern.
  • “Allura, you’re 10,000 years out of style. We’re fixing that.”
  • She purchases a wetsuit for practical use, and a bikini with a floppy sunhat.
  • “My stars, these are much more practical than my old swimming suit. I can actually move around in these.”
  • Cue Shiro dying at seeing her in a bikini, because wowie zowie.
  • A lot of locals flirt with her. Like, a lot.
  • Shiro also flirts with her. A lot. He might also give some of the aliens who’re hitting on her disapproving looks. A lot.
  • Allura has never played volleyball in her life, but she can spike a volleyball so damn well. It’s like she was born to do it.
  • Easily throws Lance and Keith into the water so they can do cool flips.

Shiro

  • He starts off high strung and stressed when he gets to the beach, but it’s easy for him to relax and have some fun once he sees the rest of his team having a great time.
  • He wears a looooot of sunscreen to protect scarred skin. He probably puts a white strip of zinc oxide across his scar and nose.
  • The sun may not love Shiro, but Shiro loves the sun.
  • It makes him so happy, guys. It puts him in such a great mood. He is so happy to be outside.
  • When he and Allura are on a team during volleyball, he’s the one who sets the ball just right for her so she can spike it.
  • Helps Hunk grill things by the beach. Probably because it’s the one form of cooking he’s actually really good at.
  • The paladins insist that’s a Dad Trait and 100% makes him a dad.
  • “But I’m only seven years older than Hunk.”
  • Lance convinces Shiro to bust out some dance moves.
  • He’s actually not bad at all. Maybe rusty, but definitely not bad.
  • He helps Pidge dive for really good seashells.
  • Shiro and Keith definitely draw out a circle in the sand and spar. Because they’ve gotta be ready to battle in every environment, obviously.
Essays in Existentialism: Rivals

Clarke and Lexa are rival cheerleading captains with a little too much sexual tension. They both stay in the same hotel with their teams for a competition.

“I want absolutely no fraternization,” the coach said as he placed his hands on his hips and moved up and down the sidewalk in front of the hotel. “There will be no pranking, no fighting, no yelling, no touching, no post cards, no letters, no hugging, no anything, with the opposing team. Am I understood?”

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Persistence

content: Dean feels uncomfortable with the flirting attempts by the cashier at the grocery store, but thankfully Castiel comes to his rescue – though seriously not the way Dean expected.

word count: 2,174


Dean really doesn’t like visiting the small grocery store in Lebanon right at the town’s center.

And thankfully most of the time he’s got other options – mainly the big supermarket next to the highway –, but once in a while he’s got no other choice due to time issues or saving gas or whatever else might come up.

And it’s not like the store itself is crappy or something. No, not at all. It may be small, but it’s got everything they need, even Dean’s favorite brand of beer. Hell, they even sell those awesome chocolate brownies you can’t find nearly anywhere anymore!

So yeah, it’s a nice enough store.

But there’s a big problem – the cashier who seems to live in that stupid shop!

At least Dean’s got that impression since she’s always there when he walks through the door, smiling at him so broadly as soon as she spots him as if the only purpose of her life is waiting for Dean to arrive at the store.

Her name is Stacy and she looks like seventeen although she reassured him many times before (by emphasizing Every. Single. Word.) that she’s old enough to drink – while at the same time giggling like she just shared a juicy secret and fluttering her eyelashes in a way she probably thinks seductive. Her flirting attempts are countless, clumsy, awkward and leave Dean highly uncomfortable.

But she never stops.

Dean can’t help admiring her persistence a bit. Not even hints that he could easily be her father age wise made her back off. Dean tried being nice and polite about it and used grumbles and grunts a few weeks later when his maturity hadn’t been very effective, but nothing seems to impress that girl. Every time Dean starts to talk and attempts to make himself clear she simply sighs deeply and gazes into his eyes or checks out his ass, not at all interested in what he has to say.

It’s infuriating.

Even the apocalypse hadn’t been that annoying.

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FIC RECS

in honor of gaining another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsterREKT heres another rec list. 

This will just be made up of lots and lots of different types of fics. Make sure to read the warnings for each fic before reading. 

(fics with ** are favorites)


It Takes A Village by  Hypocorismm

Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.

Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn’t used to sharing.

WORDS: 49227

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 35/35

WARNINGS: angst, kidnapping, mpreg.


Night Stroll by  Marishna

“Is it night there?”

Derek chuckled. “Yeah, it is. How do you know where I am?”

“I don’t, that’s why it’s weird it’s night. That puts you in… Europe?” Stiles asked after some quick math.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Spain. You haven’t lost that…” Derek waved his hand. “Stileness.”

WORDS: 3276

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTER: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek has insomnia??? is that a warning??? idk


****Prince Among Wolves by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable. 

WORDS: 101,000

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 20/20

WARNINGS: mild transphobia, derek learns acceptance, broken family, so much angst


Walking Into Darkness by  alenie

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

WORDS: 6342

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship 


****Ashes, Ashes by  ShanaStoryteller

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

WORDS: 2699

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS:1/1

WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death


Just Realize What I Just Realized by  literaryoblivion

He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…

WORDS: 2529

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: a lil angst, (but mostly fluff)


The Potential Fatality of Assuming by  crossroadswrite

The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.

A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.

(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can’t handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)

WORDS: 2196

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining


****If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by  alisaj

“Thing is, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. “I didn’t sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here.”

That stings. He hadn’t realised how Derek feels about him. They’ve been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

“Well now we can get used to you not being here. You’re a liability, Stilinski. You can’t protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we’ve got more important things to do. You’re out of the pack.”

or

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

WORDS: 33,383

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks


Sour Kush (series) by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done

WORDS: 15,392

RATING: Explict 

WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd 


I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by  yodasyoyo

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her shopping.”

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

WORDS: 16,065

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 4/4

WARNINGS: pining, fake relationships, they’re both idiots. 


Baby You’re Beautiful by  supernaynay

“God you’re beautiful.”

Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.

WORDS: 1089

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek is hit with a truth spell


****(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

WORDS: 78,759

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 9/9

WARNINGS: violence, slow build


Cause I Built a Home (For You, For Me) by  noneedforhystereks

Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles

Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.

Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.

WORDS: 59,719

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 15/15

WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage. 


Waiting For Our Superman by  tearsandholdme

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

WORDS: 95,240

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 22/22

WARNINGS: angst, mpreg, emotional hurt, overprotective derek


Adding You to My Future by  NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS: 42,252

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS:9/9

WARNINGS: violence, like, lots of violence, slow build, gore, emotional comfort, bamf stiles


Stars Plummet: a Christmas Story by  Peckishdragon

When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.

WORDS: 11,589

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 6/6

WARNINGS: a lil violence, like a tiny bit, 


All They Have by  Nival_Vixen

Single dads AU where Derek and Stiles meet because Derek’s daughter and Stiles’ trans son become friends at school.

WORDS: 4004

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: trans child, which leads to ignorant adults being ugly fucks, protective derek 


love comes in all shapes and sizes by  trilliastra

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

WORDS: 2207

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: kate argent


When You Wish Upon a Dragon by  lupinus

Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods.
Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid. 

or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma 

WORDS: 13,739

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none, but so much fluff


****Lucky That I’m Yours Every Day by  stilinskisparkles

Derek doesn’t see how Valentine’s Day can get any better than a normal day with Stiles.

WORDS: 6772

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: fluff. just. all the fluff. its disgusting how fluffy it is really.


Relationship Status: It’s Complicated by  kellifer_fic

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

WORDS: 4010

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNING: mentioned stiles/omc 


***************Shot Through The Heart by  LunaCanisLupus_22

All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.

Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.

Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.

WORDS: 64,833

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 12/12

WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much


will to follow through by  owlpostagain

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

WORDS: 42,411

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 2/2

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of violence, 


Professor D. Hale (series) by  har1ey_quinn


A series of outsider POVs on Professor Hale and his significant other (with some guest appearances from the pack)

WORKS: 7

COMPLETE: possibly

WORDS: 18,008

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none


go on without me!!!! (or the one where stiles is cursed by witches and overreacts to everything) by  day

Stiles is cursed by witches and he can’t react like a normal human being.
Scott is a terrible best friend and can’t stop laughing.
Derek just wants it all to be over.

WORDS: 1396

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: crack


******For My Next Trick, I’ll Regret All of My Life Choices: a performance by Derek Hale and 80% of his eyebrows by  crossroadswrite

(978): I woke up missing my shoes and my left eyebrow. MY. EYEBROW.
.
“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?”

Kira gives him a sympathetic look, and climbs up to sit next to him, “You kind of… don’t have one.”

“I what!” he shouts, wincing at the volume of his own voice.

Kira pats him on the shoulder and shoves a piece of toast in his hand.

“It’s not that bad,” she tries to console him with a smile, then glances up at his left eyebrow and winces, “It could definitely be worse. It’s not all gone. Just. Half of it.”

Derek considers crying into his orange juice but decides that would be a waste and because his mother taught him how to be a good guest he opts to drink it instead.

WORDS: 2566

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none buT THIS FIC IS AN ALL TIME FAV, THE FUCKING SQUIRRELS VIKING BURIAL GETs ME EVERYTIME, AND BATMAN OH MY

Six Feet Under | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 5

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

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You punched the elevator down button and lucky for you, it was already stationed on your floor from when you came up earlier. You ran in, hit the lobby button and kept slamming the side of your fist on the Door Close button until you saw the elevator doors start to close. You caught a glimpse of Sebastian’s face as the door closed. You couldn’t read it. You gave yourself a moment to lean against the wall of the elevator and catch your breath. Once the elevator dinged, the door opened and you forced your legs to move underneath you.

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Hard Eyes: Part 1

Prompt: batmom meets Talia and there’s a lot of tension between them because of their history with Bruce and Talia wanting to take Damian back to the League of Assassins

Requested by: @shyinfluencer2017

Words: 1445


The station is larger than you imagined, and you’re not quite sure where you’re going. At this point you’re just following instinct. You move through the halls, Dick’s call still fresh in your mind. “Mom, it’s Bruce. You need to come now … it’s bad.” You hadn’t been able to make out anything after that, the tears had muffled his voice too much.

          As you turn the final corner it’s to see your boys, and the entire league. You try not to think about how bad it must be, for those looks to be on their faces. You pause for a moment, cherishing the last few minutes that you pretend everything’s okay. Then you rush forward.

          The boys see you immediately, and it takes no prompting, they rush to you. Despite having been taller than you for several years now, the oldest three seem so small, and Damian, your poor sweet baby, he seems so scared. They cling to you, and you do your best to comfort all of them assuring each of them that it’s going to be okay.

          After they’ve calmed down a bit you move forward and then you stop. There’s no love lost between you and Talia. You’ve seen the woman maybe twice in the four years since Damian has come to live with you. She’s no mother in your eyes, and she certainly doesn’t have a claim to your son.

          You decide to focus more on the doctor. He confirms what Dick said on the phone. It’s not looking good, and it will all depend on the surgery. There’s a less than ten percent chance that Bruce will be able to be the man he was before this. That reassures you in some weird way, Bruce has always been able to beat the odds.

          Finally, you take a seat. Your back is hurting, and your ankles are swollen, and technically, you’re supposed to be in bed at the moment. But, extreme times call for extreme measures. One hand goes to rest on your protruding belly, as the boys sit down beside you.

          Dick is the first one to break the silence, “So how’d your doctor appointment go? Bruce was so bummed to miss it.”

          You smile at that Bruce had been to every pregnancy check before this one. He had been so upset to miss this one. You hadn’t planned this. As far as you were concerned you had your hands full with all the boys. But one glass of wine too many had led to a forgetful night.

          Some part of you had expected the boys to be disappointed. But they had met the idea of a new sibling with enthusiasm. In fact, one of the boys would typically go with you and Bruce to the appointment.

          “Did the doc finally tell you what you’re having?” Jason asks with a grin “It’s another boy, isn’t? Something tells me Bruce is only for making boys. Look at the squirt.”

          Damian scowls at the nickname, but he doesn’t argue with Jason’s statement. If you had expected anyone to be upset about the pregnancy it had been Damian. The boy had clung to his blood tie with Bruce for so long, you had worried about him feeling threatened. Instead, he had taken to the role of big brother rather seriously.

          It had started out with him and Tim inspecting everything you ate. Then he had researched everything needed for a helping a healthy baby grow. Classical music had been playing non stop around the manor. Then one day, you had walked into what had been designated as the baby’s room, just to consider paint colors, to find that it had already been painted a soft yellow.  

          And there was Damian, working on mural. It was this pretty field of flowers, a nature scene. For a while you had just watched him paint before all of a sudden he had simply said, “It’s going to be a girl. And she should have a happy, and pretty place to grow up. Somewhere she can always feel safe.”

          You had gone to him, and pulled him in close, not worrying about the paint staining his clothes and said, “Every child should have that Damian. I can only hope Bruce and I provided that for you and your brothers.”

          Damian had simply hugged you back and said, “I’ve never felt safer than when I was surrounded by this band of misfits.”

          You just laughed, because of course he couldn’t call it what it is, “A family.”

          Coming out of the memory you find everyone silent, and you take a moment to examine them. They’re still dressed in their uniforms and they’re covered in dirt.

          Quietly you suggest they go shower and change, when they protest, you tease and say that their stench is making you feel ill. That gets them going. A few of the League members inquire after you and the baby. Eventually they too leave, and then it’s just you and her.

          Neither of you says anything until you can’t take it anymore and you finally ask, “What are you doing here Talia?”

          She turns to face you, radiant as ever, her eyes as cold as ever. “My son and his father needed my assistance?”

          “Is that a question or an answer Talia, because I’m not buying it. The boys are too distraught to see it, and the League doesn’t know you well enough to see it, but I do. I know everything about you Talia. I’ve read every part of the file Bruce has on you, and I won’t let you do it.”

          She raises an eyebrow at that, “You’d let him die? You must really want his money.” She glances at your stomach, “After all your child is legitimate, and he didn’t even have you sign a prenup.”

          You roll your eyes at that, “I care about what Bruce wants, and he told me that under no circumstances was he ever to go into the Pit. If there’s one thing in this world that scares him, it’s what that goop would do to his mind.”

          She studies you for a minute, “Then I suppose I’ll take Damian with me when I leave then.”

          “You have no right. Bruce and I have full custody. And Damian is just as much my child as any of his brothers.”

          She smiles at that, “Is he as much your child as the one in your womb? Blood is thicker than water after all.”

          You can’t help but scowl, “I hate that saying, because while I may not have given birth to those boys, while I may not share their blood, I’ve raised them. I’ve attended every parent teacher conference, shown up for every play, taken care of them when they were sick, worried every time they go out on patrol, held them after a girl broke their hearts, watched them grow, watched as they became brothers, and so much more that you will never understand.” At this point you’re right in her face, because you want your meaning to me clear, “Those boys, are my children, and blood has nothing to do with it. You just try and take Damian, and you’ll be the one to need that damn goop,”

          She looks down at you amused, “Big words for such a little church mouse. What’s the little pregnant housewife going to do?”

          You just smile, “I wasn’t always a housewife Talia. You would know that if you were actually able to find anything on me before Bruce.”

          She actually looks a little frightened now, and you know it’s your eyes, they’ve slipped into that same hardness that had made people braver than her panic. You make one last statement, “Leave now Talia, and don’t you ever threaten my children again.”

          She leaves, she never turns her back on you but she leaves. You take your seat again, and wait for him to come out of the shadows. You meet Clark’s eyes, and you can finally feel the tears start to build as he wraps an arm around you, you let them out. He just holds you while you cry, because he knows. He and Bruce are the only ones that know about your past, and he knows that it’s Bruce that keeps you grounded, that Bruce is the one that keeps you from slipping. And he knows that if Bruce Wayne dies, as soon as you’re able to, you’ll hunt down the bastard who caused it. And he knows that he’ll have to be the one to stop you.

          For that reason Clark Kent prays that Bruce Wayne pulls through, for the boys, for you, and for your unborn baby girl.

This fic has been on my chest for days and I’m so glad that it’s finally done!

Anyway, this is based on @kaxpha‘s lost lance au and I was so excited to write this, the au has taken over my life no kidding. It also has a second part and you can find it here on @bleusarcelle‘s blog.

I’m very proud of how this came out(for now at least) :’)

I hope you’ll like it! <3


Keith hears the moment when Shiro takes in a shaky breath as the two of them and the rest of the guests watch Allura walks down the aisle. She stands tall and proud, a big smile on her face but when she meets Keith’s eyes for a few moments, he can see the storm of emotions that they hide.

He gives her an encouraging smile before her eyes move on to Shiro. The moments their gazes lock it’s like something shifts in the room: the mood, the quiet, the air. Keith isn’t sure what changes, but it feels like a relieved sigh. It feels like Allura is saying you’re here, like Shiro is agreeing iIm here, it feels like both of them are realizing we’re here and this is happening and i’ve never been more happy before.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get separate relationship headcanons or scenarios for a SUPER short girl that's under 150cm with 3rd Gym + Oikawa? I'm really insecure with my height since I'm a midget at age 18 lmao. Your blog is amazing btw!

Thank you, Anon! And I way hope these are okay. I don’t really know what it’s like to be short - by any standards - on a personal experience, but I had a really good friend for a while who was 5′1″ that I based most of these off of.

Hope you enjoy!


Bokuto Koutarou

  • Legit treats this girl like a teddy bear. She will always be in his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and he’ll have to qualms about pulling her across the couch or bed to get into that perfect cuddle position.
    • If that doesn’t suit her tastes, LET THE BABY KNOW. He’ll quickly shift gears to asking her to come cuddle. He doesn’t want to force anything on her, but he just adores her so much and can’t stand how cute she is when it’s so easy for those beefy muscles to carry her around.
  • And he would love picking her up when they kiss. Like, he’d bend down and hug her while she wrapped her arms around his neck and just stands. Her feet will dangle - like a foot off the ground! - and there’d be tons of giggle kisses!
  • Oh, go to a concert with him. Boy will be all over throwing her up onto his shoulders. Not only does he end up being that way cool boyfriend but he also has an excuse to kiss her thighs! Because, really, this owl does not mind his head getting crushed by those sexy legs.

Akaashi Keiji

  • I think when they first start dating this poor boy would just be afraid of losing her. Like, they probably when shopping together once and when he turned around she was just gone. Panic sets in when he can’t see her in the crowd but turns out she was just the row over behind a particularly tall clothing rack.
    • You better believe it’s a MUST that they are constantly holding hands when they go out now. He will not be taken to that heart wrenching moment ever again.
  • You don’t think this boy would be a little shit about height but he totally is. He’ll withhold kisses just to watch her struggle on her tiptoes in an attempt to reach his mouth. He’d be all smiles and wouldn’t even move a muscle.
    • OMG! What if she started climbing him like a jungle gym and he just tries to pretend like it isn’t happening until neither of them can hold back anymore! They start laughing and he makes up for his teasing with tons of kisses!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Adored giving her piggyback rides. Like, just let him do it. He loves having her wrap her arms around his neck, her thighs in his hands, and her head resting against his shoulder. Seriously, he’d beg for it, so just let the guy get his fill every now and then.
  • Oh, another thing he loves doing is hug her from behind and rest his head on top of hers. Even though he’s still slightly taller than her from there, he likes to see what they world looks like from her height. He won’t hold back on being a little brat about it either.
  • Okay, for real, I’m more than sure he used her to save a couple cats from trees and such. Since she’s so tiny and he’s so tall it’d be way easy just to lift her up so she could reach into the branches or perch on top of one.
    • Same strategy applies anywhere actually. If it’s high and just out of his reach, she’ll volunteer to be that extra length they need. Tol and smol make a great team.

Tsukishima Kei

  • The shittiest little shit about it. And he’s the tallest which makes it just that much worse. He absolutely adores her, of course, and when anyone else says something about her height his switch is flipped. No one says anything about his girl.
    • He’s probably be teasing her that she’s even smaller than Noya or something and Hinata comes along and starts giggling about it as well before Tsuki turns all serious and like, “shut up, you disgusting carrot, she’s perfect.”
  • Hear me out, they probably dance a lot - like, ballroom dance. Not only do they do the thing where she stands on his feet and he slowly totters around the living room, but on walks home, they’ll be holding hands when she suddenly twirls and he’s really quick to guide her under his arm and into his side. (Yama totally makes fun of him for it)
  • Dies when she decides to wear heels. I mean, he never has to worry about her being taller than him (sidenote: not that it would be a bad thing!) and let’s face it, she looks damn good in them. Probably the first time she wore them he had a really hard time adjusting where to put his hands since he had gotten so used to her usual height.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Despite the height difference, this kid is pro at taking selfies of them without either of them having to adjust much. It’s like a science at this point. And they’ll always turn out good which are quickly uploaded onto Instagram. #lovemyshortie
  • LOVES being the little spoon. I mean, yeah, he’ll be the big spoon, cause he loves cuddling and he will always bury his face in her neck, but sometimes a boy just wants to be held. He loves feeling her face pressed into his back and her arms wrapped around him, it’s just yes.
    • He also loves just being held by her, like with his head on her chest, his legs curled up over hers, and her arms around him. Yup, he’s a big boy but he’s also a big baby that needs to be pampered with love and affection.
  • He always gets a kick out of carrying her bridal style. Usually when they’re at home or something they’ll just be hanging out in the kitchen and then decide they’re going into the living room. So, he just swoops and carries her from place to place. She’s come to just expect it and when he starts to move in, she instinctively raises her arm to hang onto his shoulder.
Epic Movie (Re)Watch #124 - Zootopia

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #412.

Format: Blu-ray

1) From the very start this film is excellent storytelling. The opening scene where young Judy and her classmates clearly establishes the conflict of predator vs. prey and the biases that come from that, the film’s humor and heart, and Judy as a character.

2) My mother is an actuary. My brother is studying to be an actuary. Actuaries don’t do this.

Little Jaguar: “Today I can hunt for tax exemptions. I’m going to be an actuary!”

3) Judy’s parents (Don Lake & Bonnie Hunt) are so funny in such a sad way.

Stu: “Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?”

Judy: “Nope.”

Stu: “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled. Right, Bon?”

Bonnie: “Oh yes, that’s right Stu. We settled hard.”

4) Gideon Grey.

Originally posted by masha-russia

Gideon is a perfect example of how nothing - NOTHING - in this film is superfluous, but I’m actually going to speak on that further into the film.

5) The police academy scene gives wonderful exposition. It sets up the environment and rules of Zootopia’s various ecosystems in a way that feeds into Judy’s conflict and character.

6) Ginnifer Goodwin as Judy Hopps.

Originally posted by floppy999

Goodwin (a massive Disney fan herself) breathes perfect life into Hopps. The best voice over work is when you’re not distracted by the voice actor. When their voice and their heart match with the character so perfectly that you don’t hear - say - Kristen Bell as Anna or Mike Myers as Shrek, you only hear the character’s. Goodwin is able to balance Judy’s massive optimism and heart along with the scenes where Judy has lost those things perfectly. I don’t think anyone else could have voiced Hopps as well as Goodwin.

7) If you want to avoid a slew of bad animal puns, don’t look too hard at Judy’s iPod.

8) “Try Everything” by Shakira.

Originally posted by raddestboy

Written by Sia, Tor Erik Hermansen, and Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, the theme song which deserved an Oscar nomination captures Judy’s optimism and struggles perfectly. The song’s lyrics speak of optimism in the face of constant failure, a theme which is very relevant to Judy in the first half of the film. It also provides the perfect backdrop to the visual introduction of Zootopia as Judy enters the city on train.

9) Subtle.

Judy [after Clawhauser calls her “cute”]: “Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a bunny can call another bunny ‘cute’, but when other animals do it, that’s a little…”

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

10) This film really runs with the animal puns.

(GIF originally posted by @baawri)

Bogo [turning to an Elephant officer]: “Francine. Happy birthday!”

11) I love the way the filmmakers handled Judy’s office discrimination. She is treated just as a token bunny, someone who’s only there for PR. Except she was top of her class at Zootopia police academy: a difficult feat for anybody, let alone a bunny. But this just feeds into the biases Bogo already has about Judy: she’s not really that good, they just said she was because she’s a bunny. That plays into real life way more than it probably should.

12) Wow, I did not catch how entirely speciesist this line was until now:

Ice Cream Parlor Owner [to Nick]: “Look, you probably can’t read…”

Damn that’s speciesist.

13) Jason Bateman as Nick Wilde.

Originally posted by a-zootopia-fan

Remember how I said great voice over work is noted by not realizing you’re listening to a voice over artist? The same can be said of Bateman’s performance of Wilde, 100%. To start, Bateman captures Wilde’s surface level of sly con artists WONDERFULLY well. He’s devilish and charming in the same vein as Danny Ocean or Han Solo, and Bateman expresses this perfectly. But as the film progresses Bateman is also able to show off Nick’s layers. His troubled past, his occasional lack of self-worth and anger at the world. And the honest level never changes. It’s not like Bateman was hired ONLY for the slyness of Nick’s role and had to power through the rest, he’s able to do it all. It’s a great voice over for a great character.

14) The relationship between Nick & Judy is the cornerstone of this film. What I personally like about it is its honesty. There’s no BIG moment when these two meet, it’s a chance encounter which grows to conflict and then budding friendship so organically you don’t even know it’s happening.

Originally posted by surreal-teal

15) There is nothing even remotely superfluous in this film. Nick makes a comment about how he’s been running his popsicle con his whole life and that will come back to bite him in the butt later.

16) This pig is played by Josh Dallas, Ginnifer Goodwin’s onscreen partner in “Once Upon a Time” and real life husband.

17) The chase through Zootopia is an incredible amount of fun, especially when Judy and Duke get to Little Rodentia. The filmmakers are able to play with their concept in a visual entertaining and imaginative way, which in turn keeps us as the audience wrapped up in the world they’ve established.

Note: I’m going to take about Alan Tudyk as Duke later in the film, at a very specific moment.

18) Again, there is nothing superfluous in this film (a note I’m going to be making a lot):

Judy [after saving Mr. Big’s daughter]: “Love your hair.”

Mr. Big’s Daughter: “Aww, thank you!”

It is this little encounter (and, you know, the fact that Judy saved her life) that saves Judy & Nick from getting “iced” by Mr. Big later in the film.

19) Again, nothing superfluous in the film. As the “non-onions” that Duke stole end up being very important later on.

20) Disney is at its bets when it pokes fun at itself.

Bogo: “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little musical and your insipid dreams MAGICALLY COME TRUE! So let it go.”

Originally posted by rinshi-chan

21) Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Nick’s face after Judy says she’ll arrest him for, “felony tax evasion,” after he brags to her about how he’s been running this con since he was a kid and how much money he makes?

(GIF originally posted by @animations-daily)

22) Again, with the idea that nothing in this film is superfluous: Judy’s recording pen becomes very important as the movie goes on.

23) Only Tommy Chong could play this character.

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

Like there’s a chance he’s not even reading from a script, they just had Tommy Chong come in and told him what the movie was about and he just started talking.

24) This is the funniest part of the whole film, in my opinion.

Originally posted by officialmoviegoer

The entire DMV scene plays well not only with the concept established by the film of an animal society in a way which is funny on its own, but the continuing conflict of Judy’s eagerness, Flash’s slowness, and Nick’s desire to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing leads to amazing comedy.

25) Did you know Kristen Bell is in this film?

Originally posted by musicallyfoxypokemon

Bell landed the role not only because of her working with Disney on Frozen, but also because she is a noteworthy sloth enthusiast (as seen on “Ellen”).

26) It is nice to see Nick freak out when he realizes he and Judy are in Mr. Big’s limo, as it shows us a part of him we haven’t gotten to look at much in the film so far.

27) Maurice LaMarche as Mr. Big.

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

LaMarche is a noted voice over actor known primarily for his roles as Brain on “Pinky & The Brain”, various characters including Calculon on “Futurama”, and Mr. Freeze in the Batman Arkham series of video games. Here, we get to hear the veteran voice over artist do his best high pitched Brando impression.

28) This film has its fair share of nice surprises, details and twists which keeps you on your toes. The earliest of these is the revelation that the missing mammal Judy & Nick are looking for - Mr. Otterton - was in fact the one who attacked the limo driver (and not that he was the one attacked, as originally perceived).

29) This scene gives me life.

Bogo [after Judy’s witness disappears]: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal. [Holding out hand] Badge.

Judy: But sir, we…

Bogo: Badge!

[Judy starts to turn in her badge]

Nick: Uh… no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was… NO! She will not be giving you that badge.[Bogo flinches] Look, you gave her a… a… a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven’t cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? [Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off] Here’s the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have… 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

30) And then there’s this…

I saw this film twice in theaters and both times I was tearing up during Nick’s backstory. Anyone who has ever been bullied as a kid for being different will relate at least a little bit to what Nick went through. And it is this scene when Nick is at his most honesty with Judy, when they become pretty good friends and form a trust with each other.

31) NOTHING IN THIS FILM IS SUPERFLUOUS!!!! NOT EVEN A BLINK OR YOU’LL MISS IT STICKY NOTE ON BELLWETHER’S DESK!!!!

32) I did not think a Disney movie would make me jump like this (stop at 2:11).

33) This is incredibly rare for me, as someone who sees more than 60 films in theaters a year, but after Nick & Judy found the missing mammals and had the mayor arrested I had absolutely NO idea where the film was going after that. At all. I love it!

34) Nick’s face when Judy links the savage animals to being a predator…

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

35) I had a film student criticize this film not based on the merits of its story or character’s or anything, but because they didn’t understand the metaphor. He noted that it’s not a clean comparison between white people and minorities and that’s exactly the point. This film is not about the people in power vs the people who aren’t, because who’s in power? The mayor may be a lion but the most biased character in the film - Chief Bogo - is prey. Bias goes all around and it can infect anybody, no matter what you think. Even Judy, for all her merits, is biased. She carries around fox repellent all the time and even has this line:

Judy: “It’s not like a bunny can go savage.”

That’s what I love about this film. It’s universal. It’s not about one real life society, it is about all societies everywhere and how bias can infect them and taint them and it’s up to us to work against that.

36) Fun fact: I had no idea otters were predators before seeing this film.

37) Gideon Grey returns.

Originally posted by klaus-baudelarie

If only all childhood bullies were like that, but again it gets to my oft-repeated point that nothing in this film is superfluous. Gideon could have easily been the one note bully from Judy’s youth who gave her the motivation to prove him wrong, but he comes back 15 years later in the most perfect way. She sees that people can change and that people who are good now are not always good (Gideon when he was younger, Judy when she was biased). It is a really important moment for her that was established all the way in the first ten minutes of this movie. I love that.

38) Judy’s apology to Nick and the way he handles it is something I truly love about this movie and their friendship as a whole.

And then I really love the little joke at the end about Judy trying to get to the pen and can’t help but wonder: was that written in the script? Was it Jason Bateman’s improv that made it into the film? It’s just so natural I must know!

39) Okay, I think this is the last time I will give this note, BUT NOTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS SUPERFLUOUS!!! This is most apparent to me when Nick does a little thing like expressing how much he likes the berries on Judy’s farm and it becomes so important to the plot latter when they switched out those berries with the Night Howlers in Bellwether’s dart gun.

40) THE BOOTLEG MOVIES!!!!

(GIFs originally posted by @bridgetjones)

41) And it’s followed up by this!

Both characters are voiced by Alan Tudyk. Because Disney just can’t let that one slide, can they? I love it.

42) Same Duke. Same.

(GIFs originally posted by @baawri)

43) The sticky note on Bellwether’s phone earlier was for Doug, the guy who mixes the night howler drug that makes animals go savage (this is the same drug who’s key ingredient was mixed from the non-onions Duke stole earlier in the film, FOR Doug).

44) At one point Doug - who is dressed in a yellow radiation suit and makes drugs for a living - lets his client know that “Woolter and Jesse” have arrived.

Originally posted by knurd-dna-denots

And yes, they did that on purpose.

45) The entire subway chase sequence is really great, because it is based heavily on the idea of action = consequence. A ram is running at the door, he gets through and hits another ram. The train goes too fast into a turn, it tips over and Judy/Nick are up a creek. It all works very nicely

46) Honestly, I didn’t figure out Bellwether was the bad guy until just before it was revealed the first time I saw this.

Originally posted by lostchel

47) Bellwether’s line about, “Fear ALWAYS works!” to keep the people in check should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is.

48) Okay, one thing I need to know: Bellwether is in jail, Mayor Lionheart is in jail, and Chief Bogo is still the police chief…SO WHO’S MAYOR NOW!?!?!?

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

49) I know this film was pretty much a buddy cop movie, but I would be totally fine with a buddy cop movie where Nick is actually a cop.

Originally posted by blueberrycarrots

Lethal Weapon where Nick is Mel Gibson and Judy is…Danny Glover? Okay, that comparison doesn’t really work, but you get me!

50) And of course…

Originally posted by livelovecaliforniadreams


I honestly think Zootopia may be a perfectly written film, and that is not something I say lightly. I made it clear above how I find nothing in the film superfluous, which is an incredible feat I think. And they did it in a way that was never boring, with entertaining characters, an intriguing mystery, and a fun world. Zootopia may be my favorite Disney animated feature film, and it’s definitely my favorite of the “Modern Era” we’re in now (The Princess and the Frog - Present). Just a great, great, great film which deserved its Best Animated Picture win at the Oscars. A true treat all around.

Desperate for Love [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Desperate for love is a weak emotion.” 



You wanted him to grab your hand, hold it and make you feel loved and warm just by the slight touch. You wanted him to look at you, like you were the only girl for him, the only one who could capture his heart. You wanted to have those lips on yours, giving you the first kiss worth remembering. You wanted him to love you, feel the same for you as you felt for him.

Min Yoongi was cold when you knew that deep down, he was a warm hearted person who cared. Under all that fake stone hard face, you knew there was once a different Yoongi. Although he was rude and mean towards everyone, including you, you still found yourself in deep, deep love.

You wished that you could say that you could see who the nice Min Yoongi was. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t readable. His mysterious vibes and personality was something any other human would avoid. He wasn’t someone you wanted to involve yourself in.

The problem was, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him.

He was beautiful.

He was beautiful with whatever scar he had over his heart that made him the way he was.

Min Yoongi was your roommate of three years and through all those years, never once have you heard him laugh or seen him smile. He didn’t do smiles, he smirked.

Since the day he moved into your apartment after contacting you and asking if you were still hiring out the guest room, you had accepted him after searching up him on Facebook. He was hot, was your first thought when that profile picture of him appeared on your screen, late that evening.

Now, three years later, it still felt like you knew as much about him as you knew three years ago, nothing much, even if you were now his girlfriend of a month.

After years of threats and deals from your side, you were now his girlfriend but that didn’t mean that he was any different. He still made it pretty clear that the two of you should keep your lives separately although you lived in the same apartment.

“Food’s ready!” You shouted and placed down the two plates of creamy pasta that you had made for yourself and Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi appeared with a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower. Your eyes automatically travelled down his tight fitting tee before up to his well sculpted face again. “Uhm- Here.” You said, blushing before giving him his fork.

“Thanks.” 

You nodded and sat down in front of him on one of the bar stools.

This was what he could do to you. One moment you could be perfectly fine, talking like a normal person and even singing to one of your favourite songs. But whenever he looked that good, which was basically everyday, you couldn’t help but fangirl over your own boyfriend, on the inside.

“How was your day?” You asked, taking a bite from your pasta.

“Great.”

Once again, you nodded and bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say next since he didn’t ask you about your day.

“I had a great day today, I went to the interview I told you about two days ago. You know the one for the skin care company?” That somehow caught his attention because he looked up to you from his phone with raised eyebrow.

“The Face Shop?” You nodded, gulping down some water. “Yeah, that one. I know you told me not to apply for that work but there’s absolutely no other choice. I’ve been trying to find a job - for what - over a year now.”

“I told you I don’t want you to work at that place. You can find another job, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with a seriousness that you had never seen him in before.

“Why? I need money and they’re kind enough to let me work there. I’ve met the boss as well. She’s really kind and she’s young, perfect. I don’t want to get into a fight with an old lady again.” I explained, remembering back to my previous job that I said up from because of the bossy bitch of an owner.

The fork he was holding on was set down with a thud before he stood up, his breathing hard.

“I’ll tell you once again, Y/N. I don’t want you to work there and it’s best if you listen to me.” He warned, making you completely shocked. “What?”

“Listen, we can find you another job, okay?”

“No. This is my chance, Yoongi. My boss even told me that she was going to pay me more if I could do my work. I won’t just give that up because you said so. And what’s up with that tone? Why would you use that tone with your… with your girlfriend?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” he sighed and pulled a hand through his hair. “Are you using that against me right now? So what if you’re my girlfriend? Do you even consider this as a relationship? Have you even had a boyfriend before? How childish are you, Y/N?!” Shocked and angry, you stood up as well and walked over to his side, facing him.

“So what if I consider this as a relationship? So what if you’re my first boyfriend? So what if I’m being childish? At least I’m not being moody twenty-four seven, like you!” You snapped, glaring at him.

He didn’t even budge a bit. He just stared at you. Before he burst out into laughter.

If it was any day but that day, you’d be happy to finally hear his laugh but then you realized that this wasn’t a laugh that told you that this was all a joke, that he was just kidding, that everything had been a prank.

No, it was a humorless one and you hated it more then his stone hard, careless face.

“Agreeing to this ridiculous thing was a big fucking mistake. You’re naive, bothersome and nothing but a big fucking mistake. You’re desperate, Y/N.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before throwing it on the not up eaten plate of pasta. He was turning around, stalking towards his room when you decided that it was enough.

“Do you even like me, Min Yoongi? Or am I just what you just called, naive, bothersome and a fucking big mistake? Oh, and let’s not forget desperate. Is that everything you see in me?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. This was not a time to look like a loser.

“That’s exactly what I think of you, Y/N. The only reason I agreed to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was because I felt bad for you. You’re desperate for me to show you any kind of affection and it got annoying, I had to do something. And then you’re naive, not even realising that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You took a few steps towards him with your clenched fists by your side to keep you sane. “Why are you like this? Why are you treating me like I’m nothing when all I’ve done is to care for you?”

He looked at you and something in his eyes flicked before it vanished and he was back to his stone cold face. But this time, there was a frown on his face.

“You want to know why?” He asked before continuing without even waiting for my response.

“You’re not my style. You’re not someone I can fall in love with. You’re childish and annoying and carefree. You fall too easily and you love too hard.”

It hurt, what he said, it hurt like a thousands of needles just went through your whole body before repeating the same process for several times. God. “That’s not the only reason, isn’t it?” You asked, challenging him to confess everything.

“There’s more than those things about me, right? You’re cold to everyone. You’re rude and you don’t care about people who cares for you. Why are you like this, Min Yoongi? Why do you treat people like they’re not worth a shit?” With each question, you took a step closer to where he stood, just outside his room.

He seemed shocked about your questions because something flicked in his eyes once again, but this time, it stayed. He looked so fragile that you were afraid that he was going to break. You had never seen him react to something you said like that. He’d usually just ignore it because, apparently, you were annoying.

“Answer the damn question, Min Yoongi.” You said, this time, you took two big steps until you were a few feet away from him. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Silence.

“You’re not her.”

It was enough but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re not her and you will never be her. You’re name’s not Ji Hyo. You don’t have her short, wavy hair. You don’t look like her and you don’t even have the same accent. You don’t have dresses and you don’t use make up. You’re desperate for my attention when I was the one desperate for her attention.” His eyes softened but his shoulders stiffened, as well as his whole body.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts just by knowing that she could still have such an affection on you everyday because of her damn company?! Her face is everywhere I go and now, I’ll need to hear about her from your mouth as well?” You gulped and watched as his forehead made a small crease between his eyebrows.

“I love her even when she’s not here but I don’t love you even when you’re here, constantly. I miss her when the last thing I want is to see her but I don’t miss you even if you leave home for days. I need her as if she’s my oxygen but I don’t need you even if you give me everything that I need. I want her like she’s some kind of obsession but I don’t want you, because you’re too easy.”

“Stop, please, stop.” You said, collapsing down on the floor when you felt like your legs would give out any time.

He looked down at you before saying something that would break you and leave scars all over.

“I will never be able to let her go, like I can let you go.”




I FINISHED WRITING THIS ONE IN TWO HOURS, NEW RECORD!!

Hello my butterflies!

Hope you guys are doing great and enjoying your weekend. I’ve missed you guys dearly, I’ve missed writing one shots and spending some time here on tumblr. 

And tomorrow’s bangtanboysoneshot7′s seventeenth anniversary! Wow, it’s been over a year since we started this blog and I’ve met so many great people here and improved my writing as well as gotten steps closer to ARMY and BTS by heart. 

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I miss & love you loads! Please take care! ~

Escape:  the Bree years

“It hurts,” she whimpered through her breaths. 

“I know, mo graidh.”  

The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pelting at the window. 

It was time for her to sit up, but she couldn’t manage because she was too tired. The bed only went up so far, so she had asked Jamie to sit behind her, and prop her up when it was time to push.  It was her twelfth hour of labour, and she was exhausted.  The contractions started at 7:00 in the evening, and it was 7:00 in the morning now.  

“You don’t know!  You don’t have any idea,” she scoffed.

“I do not.  Sorry.”  Just keep her happy.

“I should have had the drugs,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Ye said ye didna want them.  Ye said ye wanted a natural birth.”  She’d made him promise not to let her give in.  

“Well, I was wrong!”  She tried to breathe through the contraction that threatened to rip her in half.  “Oh, God, I need to push.” 

“The doctor is just putting his gloves on.”  He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Tell the doctor to fucking hurry up, it hurts.”  She couldn’t believe she was waiting for a man right now.

“He’s almost ready.  Breathe, Sassenach.” Jamie spoke low into her ear.  

“Tell him!” Claire snarled.

“Oi!  Put the fuckin’ gloves on a bit faster, aye?”  

“Thank you, Jamie.”  She sounded like herself again.

“Whatever ye need, Claire.”  He’d move Heaven and Earth, if necessary.

The doctor settled himself on the small stool between her legs.  “Ok, Dr. Fraser. Ye can push with the next contraction.  Let’s meet yer wee one, aye?”

Claire didn’t dare open her eyes for fear of losing her concentration.  The bustle of the delivery room was lost to her.  But one thing penetrated her brain, and lodged itself there.

Jamie’s voice. 

His voice in the moment the baby crowned would stay with her.  

“Oh…my…God.”  

Each word said softly, and reverently.  A true prayer.  It was the voice of a man who was witnessing a miracle.  

Claire kept her eyes closed until she heard the cry.  A very healthy, lusty cry. Relief flooded through her.  Finally, she could look.  She saw the shock of red hair, and heard the doctor ask Jamie if he’d like to cut the cord.  Jamie’s big body moved from behind hers, so anxious was he to participate.

“Is it a boy?”  Claire asked, unable to see. 

She watched Jamie cut the cord grinning from ear to ear.  

“Is it a boy?” she asked again, louder.  

The doctor held up their child.  “Ye have a beautiful baby girl!”

The nurse took the baby then, to clean her up, and test her Apgar scores. Jamie followed as if entranced.  It was as if in cutting the cord from Clair, the child had created some invisible tether to him.  

Claire laid her head back against the bed as the doctor went about helping her deliver the afterbirth.  

A girl.  

Another girl.

She was so sure it was going to be a boy.  A boy to name Brian, after Jamie’s father.  She was so certain it was a boy she didn’t even bother settling on a girl’s name.  

She felt a twinge of guilt because in truth, she was kind of disappointed. She didn’t want a girl.  She didn’t want a replacement for Faith.  Faith was her daughter.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t miss Faith all over again.  She was supposed to have a son so she wouldn’t constantly be thinking about all that Faith had missed.  All that she and Jamie had missed.  Now, she would be thinking about how two little girls should have grown up together.  

We lost a lifetime with someone we’d never even met.

She turned her head, and felt the tears slide into her ear.  

“Are ye ready to hold yer wee lass?” the nurse asked. 

Claire nodded, and held out her arms.  

The nurse handed her the squirming bundle.  Claire received her daughter, and immediately counted her fingers, and toes while Jamie chuckled deeply.  Ten. Ten of each.  

Jamie placed his big hands on either side of her on the bed, and kissed her gently on the lips.  

“Thank ye, Sassenach.  Thank ye for our child.  Our daughter.”

She smiled then, at his joy.  Her tears welled up anew.  She found her joy in his. She looked down at the pink, warm body resting against her skin.  Little fingers splayed over her chest, with the same crooked right pinky, just like Claire’s.  The tiny knees were drawn up, and the cheeks were impossibly chubby.    

“What should we name her?”  Claire couldn’t tear her eyes away.  She was big! And that hair!  So much like her dad.  So much like Faith.  

She was Faith, but more.  She was her sister.

“Christ!  We didna decide, did we?”  Jamie’s eyes widened.

“Honestly, Jamie. I was convinced it was a boy.”

“Canna very well name her Brian, now, can we?”

“No,” Claire paused, and thought.  “But we can name her Brianna.” 

Jamie tried to say the name, stuttered, tried again.  Claire corrected him and he tried again, his tongue getting in the way of the shift in syllable.  Claire laughed out loud.

“How do ye spell it, then?” Jamie’s brow was furrowed.

“B-R-I-A-N-N-A.”

“Brrrr-eye-ah-na.”  Jamie spoke slowly.  “That’s a horrible name for a lass.”

“Can you say Mary?”  She spoke as if talking to a toddler.

“Oh, ha ha, Claire.”  Jamie raised an eyebrow.  “It’s that damn English spelling.  In Gaelic we would say it ‘Bree-ahnna.’”  He looked down at his newborn, hands still braced on either side of Claire. “’Tis different, right enough.”

Claire lifted a hand, and placed it against Jamie’s cheek.  His attention broken, he looked at his wife.  His tired, pale, physically, emotionally exhausted wife.  

“We can call her Bree, for short.” Claire smiled like the Madonna.  “I think it’s beautiful.”

“I think yer beautiful,” Jamie whispered.  “God, Claire.  A daughter.”  His breath hitched, a catch in his voice.   “A second chance.”

“No,” she said, a little more forcefully than she meant.  Jamie narrowed his eyes.  

“No,” she said in a gentler tone.  “She’s our first chance.”  She cupped Brianna’s small head.  “Our second daughter, but our first chance.”  

Jamie nodded.  “Aye.  I get yer meanin’ mo graidh.”  He kissed the top of the baby’s head, lingeringly.  Then, kissed his wife in the same way.  

“Weel, ladies,”  Jamie heaved himself up, proud as a stallion.  “I’m going to call Auntie Jenny.  A Dhia, Sassenach, she’ll be beside herself wi’ excitement!”  

He strode through the door, then grabbed the frame at the last moment, and spun around. “Tha gaol agam ort.”  

“I love you, too, Jamie.”  His grin was blinding.  She could hear him whistle tunelessly as he walked away to the lobby for better cell reception.

Alone, Claire looked down at Brianna.  She shifted the baby to cradle her in her arms, and swaddled her more snuggly in the pink blanket.  Bree opened her eyes for a moment.  

“That, my darling, was your father, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”  Bree blinked sleepily.  “A long time ago I crawled through his window, and fixed his shoulder.  And then, not long after that, he took care of me when I was sick.  He said to me once that ‘I had his name, his clan, his family, and if necessary, the protection of his body’.  It’s a promise he’s always kept.  It will be the same for you, little one.”  Claire smiled at the memory. 

“Your father will love you more than you ever thought possible.  He will encourage you to be anything you want to be,” Claire promised fiercely.  

Bree’s little mouth stretched into a yawn.  “I wonder if you’ll prefer art to science?  Although I secretly hope you’ll grow up to be an archaeologist like your Great-Uncle Lamb.” 

Bree’s eyes drifted shut, her little hands curled under her chin.  

Claire shifted the baby up onto her shoulder, and settled back, holding her close.  

Closing her eyes, she yawned just as her daughter had done a moment before, and drifted off to sleep.

When Jamie stepped into the room ten minutes later, his two best girls were fast asleep.  He pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture of the moment.  

A moment he never wanted to forget. 

Because in that exact moment, he felt as if his heart was going to burst. 

Vacation

Written for @spnpolybingo​. This fills the “vacation” square.

Summary:  Jess finds out about Sam and Dean and has a surprising reaction.

Word Count: 3650

Warnings: smut, Wincest, threesome, anal sex

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! I’m only gonna tag @justanothersaltandburn because I don’t know who all is into the poly stuff, lol. XOXO


Jessica Moore is a goddamn gift.

Sam knows that from the second he’s introduced to her at that party. She rolls her eyes at Brady’s failed attempt at subtlety when they’re introduced, and smiles at Sam, sweet and sexy. Sam thinks he’s already a little in love.

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Just deserts

There,  I fixed it.  For @thegladelf and her “boy thinks the worst of himself and is proven radically wrong by his loved ones kink” 6x13 continuation, aka SPOILERS


She couldn’t stop smiling.  And if he let himself forget for a moment, get lost in her delirious joy, in light giggles and soft kisses; In soft looks and her hand reaching for his-  

It’s what he always wanted for her,  and that he was the one to bring her such joy was an honor beyond anything he could have imagined in all his dark years.  But she’s burying her head in his shoulder on the couch, some movie or another long forgotten on low volume in front of them and he’s never felt like such a villain in his entire existence.  

His ring sparkles on her finger and he can hardly take his eyes from it.  It fit perfectly, a sparkling reminder that Emma Swan wanted to spend the rest of her life with him,  with a pirate.   With the man who murdered her grandfather.  He bent and pressed a kiss to the top of her head,  memorizing this moment.  He could let it go,  bask in her light for a while longer,  let her keep the unconcerned joyous smile on her lips for just a little while longer  She was saying something and he tried to focus on her words caching the tail end of a sentence.

“-we both know that mom is going to turn this into an extravaganza.   Dancing and dresses and sparkling lights and you know what Killian?  I don’t care.  I’ll wear the biggest fricken dress that she can come up with and throw all the stupid flower petals wherever she wants as long as at the end of the day I can be married to you.”

“Emma?”

“Hmmm?”  she hummed contentedly.  

“I love you.”

“Yeah.  I love you too,  got the ring to prove it-” she teased.

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One word prompt fic 

AN: If you follow me on twitter (smoakbettsqueen) you’ll know I’ve been in a writing rut lately unable to write anything, I asked some awesome friends @callistawolf and @latinasmoak for some prompts and thus begins this little mini series of fics all from their prompts that take place post 523.

Coffee.

“Mr. Mayor, your two o'clock is here.” Marlene’s voice echoes across Oliver’s large office, but before he can query her on what two o'clock the intercom goes dead.

He frowns in confusion his hand moving to his daily planner, his hardcopy daily planner. His forehead wrinkles in confusion as he flips through the well worn pages, trying to find out who he’s supposed to be meeting with. He really hopes it’s not the Hub City mayor, he’s almost certain they are meeting on Friday at two, the large stack of regulations and agreements that he’s suppose to go through before that meeting -that he’s already rescheduled twice- is currently staring back at him. The mayor of Hub City is  never going to want to meet with him again if he’s not even prepared for this meeting.

“Why did I buy you that fancy state of the art tablet if you’re just going to be a caveman and use that planner?”

A familiar teasing voice calls out, halting all of Oliver’s thoughts, much like she’s been doing for the past 6 weeks, or 6 years if Oliver is being honest with himself.

He looks up and can’t help but smile as Felicity glides into the office the little floral romper she’s wearing rustling as she walks. She’s holding a tray with two large cups of coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

The cuffed sleeve of her romper has slipped off and Oliver can see the tan curve of her shoulder. He’s already tempted to press his lips to against the soft curves and pull down the V of Felicity’s flora romper and explore the rest of her tanned skin, all too familiar of just how far that tan really goes, or doesn’t go as the case may be.

“Your two o’clock at your service, Mr. Mayor.” Felicity says cheekily as she does a slight curtsy with her gifts despite the fact that she’s in a romper and not a dress.

She takes one look at Oliver’s expression though and backs away from him when he takes a step towards her. “No. No. No. Keep those thoughts in your head mister.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Oliver protests his smile widening when Felicity holds the hot coffee and what he assumes are chocolate croissants -his absolute favourite-  like a shield in front of her. 

“No, but that face and that smile. I know that smile.” Felicity accuses, “you’ve got dirty on your mind. That is not the kind of services I am bringing. We will not have a repeat of what happened last week.”

“Felicity.”

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Lord of The Riddles

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “Oh oh oh! May I request something? I feel like there’s not enough Darkiplier stuff on here, so would you mind doing a little fic or something of your choice on a Darkxreader, where the reader manages to trick Dark for once, and is is furious with it? Your choice on ending, and I love this blog, you’re such a good writer!!!”  

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Dark/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I really didn’t know what to do with this one, honestly, so, I hope you don’t mind how I did this! Also, this has much more dialogue than detail. I’m sorry! <3 …Enjoy!

Originally posted by lum1natrix


   (Y/N) and Dark sat across from each other on the couch, (Y/N) was getting increasingly furious and Dark’s ego was swelling. He was proud of the fact that he couldn’t be beat and by the fact that (Y/N) was a terrible guesser. It had started with a simple sentence, spoken by the human as she sat on the couch, staring at her phone.

“Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. What am I?” it was a riddle and (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it meant. She thought about it for at least 30 minutes. Dark, who had been passing by the living room at the time, spoke knowing the riddle right of the bat.

“An echo.”

“Hey, I was gonna answer that!” (Y/N) pouted as she scrolled past the post. The conversation was going to stop at that but Dark decided to add more.  

“It’s not my fault you can’t comprehend a simple riddle.”

“Excuse you!” (Y/N) turned to glare at him, she hated to be called dumb or even for someone to infer that she was.

“Do you disagree with the fact that you didn’t know what the answer was, even if it was simple.” Dark approached (Y/N) with a condescending smirk on his face. He sat on the couch beside her. He faced her and she faced him and if looks could kill, Dark was sure he’d be seriously maimed.

“Fine! If you’re so damn smart, I challenge you to a Riddle Off or whatever.”  

“And if I win?” Dark leaned forwards, regarding (Y/N) with narrowed eyes and the same smirk on his face as before.

“I will do whatever you want for 48 hours-”

“A month.” Dark cut (Y/N) off, challenging her.

“A week.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Fine. One week… And if you win?” Dark leaned back, folding his hands together in his lap. He loved their little games, mainly because he normally won.

“The same thing will happen. You will do as I say for one whole week. Do you accept?”

“I do.” Dark winked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, she was to focused to get blush-y.

“What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?” (Y/N) read from her phone, watching him.

“You belittle me. The answer is a penny. My turn… You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me.” Dark grinned at her, watching as she mulled over the riddle in her head. She repeated it to herself a few times before a smile graced her lips.

“History.”


“Well, you’re not as dense as I thought.” Dark nodded, a genuinely impressed.

“Piss off,” (Y/N) scrolled through her phone, ignoring Dark’s mumblings about how she couldn’t come up with a riddle on her own. “What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?” upon seeing the mischievous look in Dark’s eyes she blushed. She realized how dirty the riddle sounded but for someone like Dark, she was sure that he wouldn’t say anything about it. Apparently she was wrong.

“I could go the perverse route but that would be wrong, the most obvious answer would be… Trouble.” Dark turned up his nose, already knowing he was correct. (Y/N) grumbled angrily to herself, a frown on her lips as she searched for a new riddle. An hour had passed since they started the meaningless challenge. They had gotten closer both furious with the other.

“Fine! You want a challenging question? What’s in my pocket? Betcha don’t know that one you pompous, condescending, asshat!” (Y/N) stood, glaring angrily at the other figure. His head was starting to twitch from his frustration. The question, though it wasn’t a riddle, was still a challenge and he wanted to win. His ego was way too big to turn away from a challenge.

“Well,” Dark started, gazing over her form, assuming she meant the pockets of her shorts. “It’s not your phone as it sits, discarded, on the coffee table. It’s definitely not your wallet because that thing is way too big to fit in a woman’s pocket. I remember that you told me you kept a ring on you at all times, one from a lost relative, that’s my answer.” (Y/N) glowered at Dark as she went to reach into her pockets. Then it clicked and she couldn’t stop the smug look that reached her lips. She realized that the pockets were faux and that the ring was actually in her jewelry box, upstairs.

“I’m sorry Dark, but you’re mistaken.” (Y/N) felt the pride swell along with her own ego. She watched the smirk fall from Dark’s face as he too realized that she didn’t have any pockets.

“You broke the rules of the game.” Dark glared, his anger multiplying, but fought to control himself. His human had beaten him this time.

“There were no rules set… Now, are you going to stand there and pout or are you going to hold up your end of the bargain.” Dark gave an over exaggerated bow and (Y/N) clapped excitedly, her smile growing.

“How may I be of service to you?”