sorry i never know when to tag that

When matt and pidge reunite, pidge runs to her brother with open arms expecting the tearful hug she’d been imagining. But instead matt flinches away and takes a few steps back with fear in his eyes. Pidge’s eyes fill with tears as she freezes, staring at him with mixed shock and devastation.
While in the galra prison matt was subjected to mental torture to keep him from fighting back. What he was shown was his little sister being hurt and killed by his hands over, and over, and over. So he can’t think of coming near her, if this is really her.
It takes time, matt sitting on one side of the room and pidge on the other just having little talks, trying to get matt comfortable. Weeks pass and eventually matt looks up when she walks in and opens his arms, pidge hesitantly walks over to him and they collapse into each others arms, falling to the floor. Pidge is sobbing and matt is shaking, gently running his hand over her hair, finally realizing he has his sister back and he will never going to let her go again.

Life Without You

Part Two


It was odd, really. He pretended that you meant nothing to him, like he’s never met you before. He gave you that warm smile, introducing himself, saying it was a pleasure to meet you. You would think that he would at least show some kind of emotion. Sadness, hurt, joy, anything. His lack of emotion was getting on your nerves.

Maybe he forgot who you were. No, no that couldn’t be it. He knew exactly who you were and what he was doing to you. The question is, why? Why is he torturing you? Did it give him some kind of sick pleasure?

Then it happened.

You didn’t expect it, at all. Your heart breaking into smaller pieces. This is my girlfriend, Megan. Megan, this is (Y/N), an old friend. An old friend? Is that all you were to him? You looked over at her, instantly regretting it. She was perfect, much skinnier than you, taller, prettier, absolutely stunning. Of course Harry would fall for someone as amazing as her and not you. You were boring, nothing unique. It hurt much more than you’d ever admit.

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u know that feeling where you’re just preparing for the worst and shit keeps happening and things keep trying you and it’s like… rlly hard to think there’s ever gonna be a positive side at the end of it bc fucking god yh man mood

Ugh, so apparently my most popular trending post at the moment is the one about racist homophobic “Karen” kicking her gay daughter out of the house. And the reason it’s trending is cause people are calling it fake, and citing the fact that I claimed “Karen” had been writing slash fic for over 30 years.

Newsflash children: You did not invent fandom, you are not even close to the ground level of fandom inception as you know it today. 

Yes, there was slash fic being written over 30 years ago, even longer so than that. They were called fanzines, and they were these things printed on paper, you had to sign up for them and theyd get sent in the mail to your houseAnd they were predominantly started by women over the age of 30 who wanted to talk to other people like them without the fear of ridicule for liking something for “silly” reasons like love and sex and all the other things we like about fandom.

People wrote about Star Trek, Star Wars (my god the Han/Luke slash wars involved people throwing gay fanfic onto Mark Hamill’s lawn)—pretty much any popular show at the time in the same way we do today, except now we have the convenience of a place called Ao3 and not being sued for writing fan content because yes, that was a thing that also happened.

As for the people just tagging on “this seems fake but okay” for the hell of it and talking about how no one would take in a queer kid the way Aunt Bee did? I’m sorry you are that jaded. 

I didn’t know when I was bitching about something personal going down in my fandom circles, that it’d get tumblr popular. I never know what the fuck I am going to post on this hellsite that will take off next, but it was real, and it happened. M is still living with Aunt Bee who has always been a dominant figure in the OT Star Wars fandom, looooong before Ao3 and even fanfic net was a thing. And she is known in certain circles for her overwhelming kindness and generosity. She was an internet fandom mom in the days of dial up and before, and it’s not my fault if you’re not aware of your own fandom history enough to not know who the fuck I’m really talking about. 

And no I will not post “proof” or give you real names so you can go find them, the fuck is wrong with you. These are real people with real lives and I am not about to go rooting around on people’s private facebook feeds just to score fake points on the internet. I literally do not give that much of a fuck about my blog to even try that. I shouldn’t have even been bitching about it publicly in the first place but I needed an outlet to vent that one of my oldest fandom circles was dying and was going nova in a spectacular fashion and tumblr picked it up and ran. 

And in the midst of all that, there was one small moment of genuine goodness in the world where another human being said all right no fuck your bigotry and hatred, your kid can come stay with me and did it. And while that might seem unbelievable to you and your own selfish values, people do these kind of things.

I can name five people off the top of my head here on tumblr who have helped rescue someone else from shitty abusive situations, and taken them into their homes and cared for them like their own family. 

The entire sum of the universe is not shit and desolation. 

And I’m sorry that you think it is.

“Do We Have To?”

Summary: Bucky keeps ripping your panties. You take him to Victoria`s Secret to buy some more.

Word Count: 460

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fluffiness, illusions to smut

A/N: okay, my first fic got a lot of love, so i wrote this fluffy drabble! please leave feedback! drop a request in my ask box if you want! ill tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom. *Part 2 is posted*

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Bucky! C’mon you know that was my last pair!”

 “I’m sorry baby. I just couldn’t wait. I will buy you all new pairs. I promise!” Bucky used his classic puppy dog eyes and signature pout. He knew you could never say to him when he made that face.

 “Fine. But we are going now. Let’s go, get your pants back on. I`ll be in the car.”

 “B-but y/n, if you can’t tell I gotta little problem. Just please we can have a quickie then we can go.”

 “No Bucky, we are leaving now, if you`re good then I might make it up to you in the new lingerie I will be buying!”

“Oh Doll, now you`re speakin` my language! Let’s go!”    

One Car Ride Later…

               Bucky walked in to Victoria`s secret not realizing what he had just gotten himself into. He was overwhelmed with the amount of lace and silk in every corner of the store. He had no idea that there were that many styles of panties! He didn’t understand how girls could walk around with strings up their asses all day. He was scared, confused, and intrigued all at once.

 “Bucky, baby, this way. I need to pick out the ones over here. You can help me if you want.”

You spoke with a smirk on your face. You knew he was going to go crazy over the styles you picked. His favorite pair you have ever owned were the lace cheekies he ripped on your first time being intimate together.

  “D-doll, there are so many colors and styles. Just pick whatever you want, y/n. I will gladly buy them. Maybe you should get this.”

He picked up a lacey black corset that went with a silk robe. You knew the exact reason he picked the outfit. Your two-year anniversary was coming up and he had planned on a fancy dinner and not leaving the bed for the rest of the night and the following day.

You giggled quietly, pulling the outfit from his hands to add to your haul. You had picked out some boy shorts, cheeky panties you knew he already loved, a couple lace thongs knowing he would be very much into them, and of course panties just for your period. No one wears fancy panties on their period!

 “Okay babe, you ready to go? I think I have everything I need.”

You started walking over to the cashier when Bucky stopped you to whisper into your ear,

 “Maybe you should try them on first. I mean we have to see if they fit.”

You could feel the smirk on his lips. You quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the fitting rooms. You knew you would have to buy everything in your bag.


@papi-chulo-bucky @ursulaismymiddlename @cumonbucky @totheendofthelinepal @opaque-daydream @written-s0ul @bucky-plums-barnes

Loner - Veronica Lodge

Originally posted by kulo-ren

hi i was wondering if you could do a riverdale imagine where the (girl) reader is best friends with jughead and she has a huge crush on veronica? i know it’s kind of vague, but you can take it anywhere!! oh and maybe tag me in it? pretty please? ok love you bye💕

I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re looking for @ffremontt , if you want a different one feel free to message me.

Being associated with Jughead Jones had it’s ups and downs. While you were able to connect with a fellow intellectual, you never imagined the whispers that would come about. You dealt with it because, Jughead was a good friend and you couldn’t imagine your life without him; but there came a time when you wished you and your loner friend would get noticed.

That time was the first day of school after an eventful summer. You and Jughead had stayed close over summer, especially after the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Neither of you really cared for the Blossom twins, but the mystery of his disappearance, or death, interested  both of you. You found Jughead organizing his locker in the morning and rushed over.

“Hey Jug! Any updates?” He turned his head and gave you a grin. “The novel is coming along fine. I’m caught up so far, now we wait for whatever comes next.” You nodded at our friend, “Hopefully it’ll come soon,” you leaned closer to him, “I heard we have a new student.” His eyebrows quirked up in interest. You gaze was caught by the door at the end of the hall opening and a girl, who you had never seen before, walked in. Your jaw dropped as she strutted her way past where you and your friend were standing. Her dark hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and framed her face beautifully as she gave you a smile. You turned to watch her walk away and your face felt hot as she walked into the Dean’s Office. You heard Jug laugh and say, “And so the plot thickens.”

Jughead made sure that you didn’t forget about the morning and the beauty known as Veronica Lodge. “Skipping class with you isn’t going to worth it anymore if you’re just going to be annoying.” You said as you settled on the bleachers next to your friend. He just laughed, “Me, annoying?” You rolled your eyes and opened a bag of chips. You ate one and held the bag out to Jug who took one as well. You helped him polish up the draft of his novel, or what he had so far and you started on your homework.

“You have Journalism homework?” Asked Jughead as he ate another chip/. You groaned and nodded. “I didn’t do too well on my last assignment, so to keep up my grade, I have to go to the dance and write up an article about it.” He nodded, “Will it be published in the school newspaper?” You looked at the note your teacher gave you as a rubric for the article. “Yeah, it’ll be in next week’s copy.”

“Sounds cool,” he said taking another chip, “I won’t read it.”  You grabbed one of your folders and hit him the shoulder with it jokingly. “Jerk.” You muttered and his smiled dumbly. “Wait, did school end?” You asked upon seeing the football practice and some cheerleaders walking along the track. Jughead nodded and got back to typing away, but suddenly lifted his head and laughed. “What?!” You asked, leaning towards him. “Look who’s a cheerleader already!” You squinted and saw that it was Betty Cooper and Veronica walking the track. You almost fell off your seat in embarrassment. She looked adorable in the cheerleading uniform and it was just too much. “You should ask her to the dance, Y/N.”

You turned to face Jughead, your face beet red. “Why!?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the people below. You blushed harder when you saw Veronica looking up into the bleacher to where you were sitting. She gave you a wave, which you shyly return. “You’re going to the dance so you might as well go with someone.” You nodded at his words but turned back to him. “She’s hanging out with Archie though, and I don’t want that to-”

Jughead lifted a finger to silence you. “That doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m a reject doesn’t mean you have to be one too.” He gave to a happy look, “We will still be friends.” You smiled at him, which he tried to return. “Now go get the girl Y/N L/N.”

You made your way down the bleachers and to the track. You ran after the two girls who were still walking. When you finally made it to them, you felt the blush on your face deepen and the butterflies in your stomach start to storm. What if she didn’t even like girls? Maybe this was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Hi.” You said, you sounded so dumb.

“Hello there. You’re Y/N right?” Veronica asked, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You nodded, “Yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to attend the back to school dance with me.” Betty looked at you then at Veronica, and slowly made her way towards one of the football players. “Oh?” Veronica asked, her eyebrows raised. Your heart sank, “Sorry if I weirded you out, I’ll just-” You were cut off by a warm pair of lips on your cheek. “You’ll see me at seven.” She said with a flirty tone, that her large brown eyes seemed to mimic. “I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated and with a sweet smile, she walked away.

You ran back up the bleachers to Jughead, with a stupid grin on your face. The moment you sat down, you let out a large breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. “She said yes!” You squealed excitedly. Jughead let out a laugh, “You have a little something right there.” He pointed at your cheek and you opened your front camera and saw the lipstick stain. You just smiled at your loner friend who, for the first time in a while, felt like maybe people weren’t so bad after all.

I feel like there is this myth about langblrs and language learners that you see online, that they are studying their target languages all the time, all day, at every second they get. That they are perfect learners who never get it wrong, even if you know they do.

No, we are human, we procrastinate and get tired or bored too. 

We are just like everyone else. I may love a language and find it hard to be motivated or have energy to study or do something in that language, specially in the lower levels when I can’t just watch a YouTube video or whatever in the language.

We are human!

The Many Uses of Modern Technology

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Summary: Imagine being actress who’s having an affair with Jared. Your relationship is revealed when sex tapes are released.

Warnings: Cheating (kind of), graphic descriptions of sex tapes, filth, public humiliation


It’s just after four in the morning when you hear the first message. The soft tone of your phone wakes you from a shallow sleep, but only for a second before drifting off again.

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inlovewithvkook  asked:

Heyy! Its summer holidays and I'm bored as fuck, so do you guys know any fics that would blow my mind? Like a long fic with an amazing well-made interesting plot? Thats not really specific im sorry, im willing to read anything as long as it has an impressive, mind blowing, not boring at all plot Thank you for this amazing blog 💖

I’ll keep this as short as I can since it’s such a broad request and I have no idea what you guys have already read lol you can also look through our above 50k tag for long fics, and if we rec’ced them we probably gave some kind of opinion on them so you’ll know what we thought of them

Only When the Sun Sets by sacramento - Jeon Jeongguk was never meant to handle so much responsibility, but when he sees a vision foretelling the King’s death, he cannot just sit back and let it happen. The ‘right’ thing to do would be to stop it, but as Jeongguk soon discovers, doing the ‘right’ thing is never so simple, or easy. Stuck in between underhanded plots for the Iron Throne, Jeongguk must figure out who he is and what he stands for. He must choose a side, and he must choose well, for in the Game of Thrones, you win… or you die. There is no middle ground.

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast by Kavbj - Taehyung has magic in his veins and Jungkook’s determined not to let it kill him. 

Lucky strike by expplipo - “You’re bad luck, I’m good luck. Two sides of a coin. Head and tails. We match.”

Terrible Things Happen (Sometimes, They Save You) by mindheist - Min Yoongi wakes up from a nightmare on a sunless afternoon to a reality more twisted than his dizziest daydreams.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks - Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?” Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand. Or, Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

trust your heart if the seas catch fire by maxx - “Sometimes I wonder whether you’d be better off without me. Whether you really need me at all.” Taehyung has always doubted his necessity to the group, as well as to Jungkook. Usually a knock on the head would suffice to bring him back to his senses. But this time, it seems someone was listening to his request. Now, everything has changed. He’s in a world where Jungkook and the rest of the group are still famous, but he isn’t.

Veni, Vidi, Amavi by yourluckytae - (I came, I saw, I loved) Ever since that day, Taehyung has been looking for something, chasing a dream he seems to be missing. Something important that makes his heart whole. It’s a creeping sense of someone he can’t quite grasp, who’s always on the tip of his tongue, nails on a chalkboard screeching loudly in his ear to remember. But every time he tries, it hurts. But he chases the dreams, the feelings, whatever it is that he’s missing because he thinks it would hurt more to never find whatever’s gone. Jeongguk stares at his palms absent-mindedly, body rocking with the movement of the train. His fingers trace over non existent words on his right palm. Something he hadn’t thought about in years. He has a feeling; something deep and nostalgic bubbling inside him tasting like chocolate muffins and caramel lattes and smelling of vanilla and strawberries. It stirs within him as his fingers trace each stroke over his palm. It stirs something melancholy, something sad. A feeling. (Kimi no Na Wa (Your Name) Au)

起死回生; To Live Again by mindheist - Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.

Abaddon’s Waltz by eclairdeluxe - Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.

(thought you knew) you were in this song by expplipo - Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?” Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.” “Really?” Taehyung says. “Like? Or like like?” (So much for suit-and-wine.)

I’ve read all the ones I just listed and I know for sure those are good, but these next ones I haven’t read. most are on my list to read and seem pretty good from skimming the writing a bit and the plots all seem interesting, or they’re ones I know other people love, but I can’t be 100% sure since I haven’t read them

Swamp Magic by GinForInk - Two witches lure Jungkook into their cabin in the woods.

(I know admin guk read this and really loved it, and I read one other fic from this author and it was amazing)

Lupus Tales by kpopismydrug - This is one summer break that Taehyung will never forget. From dealing with a moody mare that likes to think she’s a stroppy teenager rather than a horse, to dealing with childhood memories that threaten to choke him, Taehyung will soon find out that when you take a trip down memory lane, some things are more than just memories.

(super long series that I know admin s loves)

An Interstellar Anomaly by PaprikaFetus - They are two heirs that belong to opposite sides of the universe.

Hustlers by tbz - Jungkook hadn’t meant to lose nine million. He certainly hadn’t meant to lose his kidney. And he hadn’t meant to meet Kim Taehyung.

summer; blue by Batman - More than you can manage, more than you can hide: a study in light.

Mutual Fiend by kkumkkatcher - “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” An AU where Jungkook needs to kill Taehyung, but Taehyung also needs to kill Jungkook, and things get (more than) a bit complicated.

All the Years of Us by TrappingLightningBugs - From the moment a new family hobbled into town, having come a long way for sanctuary, Taehyung had eyes only for Jeon Jungkook.

Shifting On My Feet by MarionetteFtHJM - With the ever-growing crime rate in the city there’s no telling what the leading figures will do to remain leading. The safety of the people is at risk and the possible collateral damage looms over the authorities. There is only one safe option, sacrifice a few to save the lives of many. Tear them from the inside, cool the situation down- should be easy enough, right? Jeongguk was just trying to live out his days peacefully, but running from one’s past never really worked out for anybody- so why would he be an exception? He’s not. Demons tend to find who they’re looking for in the end.

Taste of Ink by sugamins - Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa. One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang. Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.Dragons destroy and stars explode.

i know you wanna go to heaven (but you’re human tonight) by moonlightae - Taehyung just thought it would be a one night stand, but he gets more than he bargained for

Assassin’s Order by TaeSyubDKook - CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he’s gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle’s company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn’t expect was falling for each other in the progress.

Kiss With a Fist by byeolguk - “Need a little help, love?” Jungkook asks, teasing him. “Nah I had it all under control, sweetheart,” Taehyung answers with a smile, blood oozing from his split lip. Goddamn even smiling hurt now. Fuckity fuck fuck. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, his cocky smirk never slipping and Taehyung almost forgets how much pain he’s in. prompt-Can you please write the “ kick his ass for me” prompt with taekook!

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anonymous asked:

You're CS why did you support a Milah post ? As a pro Milah blog I'm used to Milah hate in the tag and I'm not sure how to take a pro Milah post

Check out my Millian tag, if you like, and you’ll see that I support many more than a single Millian post!  Yes,  I am a CSer.  But I’m among the CSers that don’t feel the need to demonize Milah in their love of Captain Swan.   (many, actually,  @xhookswenchx, @mryddinwilt , @queen-mabs-revenge to name just a few that I routinely cry to about millian… and there’s many many more. ) 

I’m very sorry you have to see hate in the tag.  It’s an unfortunate part of this fandom that I have never understood.  (Side note is there a specialty used tag for milah,  because somehow when I check out milah or millian tags it’s not even always ouat stuff?) 

Milah was an incredible character that they barely scratched the surface of. She was certainly not perfect,  but no character in this show is perfect.  Probably the fact that we did not know her that well makes it easier for some to demonize her, when so many other characters who have made mistakes and worse are forgiven and cherished.  

I love Milah for many of the reasons that made Belle my favorite Disney Princess as a child.  The desperate yearning to SEE EVERYTHING resonates with me. And she loved Killian.  Enough risk her life to protect him.  And he loved her… enough to do the same. I’m forever bitter that we didn’t get to see more of the middle of their story. 

*Gratuitous Millian gif*

What Milah and Killian shared was a true partnership in every sense of the word.  You can tell just from the brief time we do see them together that they work brilliantly together,  trust each other implicitly and love each other truly.  

There is no conflict to me,  between being a CSer and loving Milah and Millian.  CS has never been a story of first love,  quite the opposite.  It was from Milah that Killian learned how to be in an emotionally stable relationship and much of that shines through in his later interactions with Emma.  The level of patience and understanding he shows to Emma early on is the practiced behavior of someone who has lived in a loving, trusting long-term relationship.   

Yes, after hundreds of years in the darkness Killian Jones fell in love again and his path out of the darkness is a story that I adore.  But that doesn’t mean that what he shared with Milah was any less true.  Quite the opposite. 

Those who try to erase Milah from his past do not truly understand Killian Jones.  


this wasn’t requested. (sidenote: do i even answer requests anymore?? i’m a terrible person…) i just saw a post and wanted to write something out of it.



a/n: roses are my favorite so. i hope you guys like this one!

To say it had been a rough few weeks would be an understatement. 

Your homework had piled on top of itself, your mother was riding your ass about what your plans were after college, you had hardly slept, you had had a headache for the entire week, and to make it all worse, Shawn was touring. You were alone.

How’s it going, love?

You read the message on your phone, contemplating how you wanted to respond. You could either reply honestly and distract him from whatever it was he was doing, or you could lie.

Just great, baby. How’s tour?

Naturally, you choose the latter. There’s no point in bothering him or making him worry about you. You send the response and put down your phone, sinking into the couch and taking a sip of your tea. The mountain of work sitting on your desk is calling your name, a haunting shriek reminding you of your current unproductive state. But you can’t right this second, exhaustion has officially set in, and even the thought of moving from the silence of your living room is too much to handle.

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Letters - Tidalstep - Voltron: Legendary Defenders [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defenders
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Voltron Paladins, lances family
Additional Tags: Mentions of Lance (Voltron)’s family, Minor Klance, Lance and the team, trigger warning for mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, How Do I Tag, theres no descriptive mentions of death it just happens, Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, I’m so sorry (no I’m not), Lance (Voltron) Angst, this is my first work on here pls be kind, I don’t know how to tag ahhh, the entire team is a mess honestly

The Voltron crew considered themselves fairly close knit as a team. They always seemed to know what each other needed and when. There was one exception to that: one who they could never quite figure out.

Lance McClain.

The blue paladin was always seemingly happy, however the only paladin who seemed to have a grasp on what he needed was the yellow paladin. His name was Hunk, and he had been his best friend since before elementary.

Nobody expected what happened to happen, or the Letters and what they said.

/haha yep I put it on AO3 forgive me but if you wanna read it and maybe leave a comment or kudos I would appreciate that I’m so sorry for causing all that suffering/ 

Dancing On My Own: Part 6

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Loss

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1241

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: Sorry for the delay! I’m still fighting crazy fatigue lately and it’s been impacting my productivity. Thanks for be patient! I always love hearing from you guys <3. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Bucky sat on your bed beside you as you both watched the movie. He mulled over the moment that the two of you had had. He could tell – you felt it too, but he found the timing to be inappropriate – if there was ever an appropriate time to be in love with your best friend’s girl. He loved you too much to take advantage of your feelings during a moment of weakness. He sighed to himself as you snuggled your head into his chest. You had fallen asleep by the time Harry had gotten to Hogwarts, but Bucky was afraid of waking you.

“Y/N?” he whispered softly, but the only reply he received was the sound of your soft breathing as you slept. “I’m glad I’m here too,” he continued before planting a light kiss on the top of your head.

To his surprise you smiled at the gesture and mumbled, “I love you,” before resuming your soft breathing.

Bucky knew you were asleep. He was certain of it because he knew you would never say those words to him – at least not in the way they had slipped off your tired tongue. He sighed deeply as he stared at the ceiling. Even now – just hearing the words – caused his heart to race and his palms to sweat.

You woke with a start. You couldn’t remember what you had been dreaming about but you focused your mind on steadying your breathing as your heart continued to race. You reached out blindly into the dark – looking for Bucky – but came up short. As your fingers met the empty blanket you sighed with disappointment. Bucky’s presence had been comforting since you had received the terrible phone call, and you found peace in his nearness. As you peaked through your lashes you saw is disheveled form crumpled on the couch. His mouth was slightly parted and his hair was in all levels of disarray as his chest rose and fell to the tempo of his breathing. Once again you found yourself unable to tear your eyes from him. You had never been like this before, and you weren’t really sure why you had so much of a pull towards your friend now. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened… Maybe it was because Bucky was the one person you could always rely on. You bit your lip at this thought. It wasn’t true of course. You had Steve, your fiancé. Steve would do anything for you, and at that thought you felt a wave of guilt again.

You pushed off the bed with a huff – wrapping one of your afghans around your shoulders as you quietly left the room. You needed some time to process – alone. The house was full of the sounds of its sleeping occupants as you strolled quietly down the hallway and down the stairs to the front door.  The Kansas air was heavy with moisture – beckoning an early Summer day – as you walked amidst the twilight. You wanted to reason out the things that had happened in the last 48 hours, but you simply couldn’t. Instead you found yourself longing to speak with your mother. You walked aimlessly through the early morning haze as you continued to think until you stopped suddenly. You had somehow managed to find your way to the tree house that you and your siblings had once spent countless hours in. Of course your dad had replaced bits and pieces of it throughout the years to accommodate your nieces and nephews, but it was still more or less how you remembered it. It was the perfect place to think.

You climbed up the tree and, with a sigh of relief, found the inside of the tree house to be adorned with various blankets and pillows. Now that you were away from everyone you felt quite tired again. Maybe it was the walking, and the internal debates, but as you laid your head down on one of the piles of pillows you certainly thought there was more to it than that. With your mother gone you weren’t sure how you could navigate your way through life. Even after moving to New York you had found solace in the times you spoke with her. She had always been honest with you, and you longed for that honesty now. Too many things had happened too soon, and the thought of trying to process them made you choke for air. As you closed your eyes a part of you wished Steve could be with you, but for some reason that thought made you feel even worse.

Bucky stretched stiffly on the couch as he strained to open his eyes. Sleeping here had not been ideal – but it had been the respectful thing to do. He didn’t want to take up any space in the house as it was now teeming with your relatives. He sat up– rumpling hair hair with his hands. As he looked towards your bed his heart skipped a beat. You were gone. He wasn’t sure why he felt so worried suddenly, but he knew he needed to find you. He pushed off the couch and made his way through the house. When he noticed that you were no where to be found in the he made his way outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance with the threat of an early morning storm as he followed the small tell-tale signs of your presence. And that’s how he found you some time later as you slept in the mass of pillows and blankets in your childhood tree house.

As he gingerly climbed up the wooden planks Bucky laughed. He had never had something like this as a kid – just alleyways and rusty stairwells. He could almost see the younger you whisking yourself up into it – away from your imaginary foes – like a well guarded princess. As you came into Bucky’s view he stopped. He wasn’t sure what it was about the sight of you sleeping in the fortress of your childhood that he found so heartbreakingly beautiful – maybe it was the way the early morning sun cascaded over your face, or the peacefulness that you radiated as you slept. He made his way beside you – careful to not disturb your rest and laid on the other side of your pile of pillows.

As he watched you he couldn’t help but reach out to brush the hair from your face – eliciting a smile from you. Before Bucky could even react you laced your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his. The action caused Bucky to freeze – he wasn’t sure how to react or what to do.  The feeling of your lips moving against his was intoxicating. Excitement ran wildly through Bucky’s body as you continued the action. He felt as if he had grabbed ahold of a live wire and was simply unable to break contact. As you deepened the kiss his body relaxed. In the back of his mind he knew he should stop, but as he wrapped his arms around you he reasoned with himself that you wouldn’t be kissing him if you didn’t want to. He longed for the moment to stretch into eternity as he entwined his fingers gently into your hair. This is what he had been dreaming of for years, and it was finally happening, consequences be damned.

And Everything was fine – until you opened your eyes.

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i mean nothing to you & i don’t know why

Jeff called his mom about every two weeks. She always wanted to hear how things were doing – things with hockey, with Christopher and Bethany’s kids, with Kent. She always asked about Kent, and in the last year or so, Jeff had gotten the feeling that she was asking for reasons other than the fact that the family liked him.

“I saw the news,” she said, as soon as she picked up. “Is everything okay?”

She meant Kent. “Yeah,” said Jeff. “Things are fine. I mean, mostly. We’re all a little on edge because it’s kind of a big deal, you know.” He shrugged, even though he knew she couldn’t see. Kent’s coming out was stressful, and Jeff had tried to make him feel better, but he hadn’t really recovered until he’d finally returned his boyfriend’s calls.

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anonymous asked:

THAT LAST JASON FIC WAS SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭 LITERALLY ME WITH MY CRUSH RN! Please can you do a part two?? You are literally the best Jason writer on this site! Thank you!!!

part 1 | lmao i wrote that first one about by MY crush actually. sorry this took like, idk four years to get it i rewrote it like 6 times @dicckgrayson @niightwngs and i never know who else to tag omg

Jason calls you four times before you slide your phone underneath your couch. You don’t know if you’re angry or sad or a mixture of both but you burrow on your couch and wave off your roommates when they ask if you want to come out with them. The door shuts behind them with a deafening click.

The sound of a thunderstorm racks through the apartment as you try to focus on The Office but you can’t. You can’t keep sitting still but you don’t want to leave your apartment so you start to clean. You’re halfway through scrubbing the backsplash with an old toothbrush when there’s a knock on the door. You’re not expecting anyone so you ignore the knocks and focus on a particularly grimy section of grout. The knocking gets louder and more persistent the longer you ignore it until you can’t ignore it.

“What?” You ask harshly, swinging the door open. You don’t know if you’re surprised or not whenever you find Jason on the other side. His hair is plastered against his forehead, the white streak covering his eye.

“Hey, Jason what’s up?”

He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you as you tap your fingers against the door, waiting on him to say something so you can decide if you need to slam the door shut or not.

“I want to talk to you.”

You shake your head and refuse to look Jason in the eye. You know what he’s going to want to talk about and you don’t want to do it. You’re not going to do it.

“Come in, but I’m busy so let’s not like take all night.”

You leave him at the door to take up scrubbing the wall again. The cheap wood of one of the bar stools creaks underneath Jason as he settles into it.

“I don’t really know what to say,” Jason says and you resist the urge to slam your toothbrush down. You ignore him to focus on a slice of grout that’s been discolored by years of cooking grease. You can almost feel Jason staring at you, silently begging you to say something but you won’t. You’re scared that if you do say anything, you’ll blow up again.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Jason asks, voice uncharacteristically soft.

You slow down on the scrubbing, eyes closing as you try to make sure you don’t say the wrong thing. When you speak, you do it without looking at Jason.

“You’re my best friend Jay. And, there’s an acceptable time that someone can ask out their friend without it being weird. I passed that up years ago and I guess by the time I realized that I really wanted to date you, it was too late. But it-it doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal. I’m sorry that I blew up on you and everything.”

You’re still not looking at Jason; the barstool creeks and Jason’s boots hit the cheap linoleum floor.

“You still should have said something.”

“But why?” You ask, spinning around. Jason’s standing beside the refrigerator, hands buried deep into the pockets of his jacket.

“Why would I have said anything and risked our friendship? I would rather have you as my best friend then not have you at all.”

Jason scuffs the toe of his foot against the floor, his eyes trained hard on the cabinet behind you.

“What if,” he stops to clear his throat, you catch a glimpse of red creeping up his neck,” what if I would have said yes.”

It’s deafening quiet as you process what he said.

“No, no. Jason you don’t get to ask that. You don’t get to do that to me.”

Jason’s shaking his head; you don’t realize he’s coming towards you until his hands wrap around your arms; soft enough that he’s not hurting you but you can feel his fingertips diffing into your flesh.

“Do you still-“ he pauses, fingertips digging harder into your arm, “do you still want something more?”

You don’t know how to answer and when Jason kisses you, you don’t know what to do. Jason pulls back and reaches up to push a strand of hair out of your face. Your fingertips creep up the front of his jacket to tangle in the lapel.

“Are you sure about this Jason?”

He kisses you again, harder this time. The counter top digs into your back as Jason reaches up to tangle his hands in your hair. When Jason pulls back this time, you keep your grip on his jacket, keeping him pulled as close as possible.

pattykrabbies  asked:

For he drabble challenege, 72 sounds reaaally adorable. Any ship is cool

summary - patton has a bit of a crisis and roman only knows how to fight things 

pairing - royality 

word count - 1059

warnings - angst, mentions of killing 

tags - hurt/comfort, angst-to-fluff, 

a/n - okay wow i’m so sorry this turned out really angsty but never fear there’s fluff in the end!

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders , @pointless-blog-name , @lampisimportant , @pippa-frost , @jinxed-unicorn , @starrykid

It’s dark outside when Prince passes by Morality’s door, wielding a sword in one hand and his shield in the other—dragons never wanted pick a fight in the daytime—when he hears it: soft, muffled crying coming from inside the room, heart-wrenching and deeply concerning.

Prince takes a cautious step forward, squaring his shoulders and drawing his sword instinctively as he quickly switches back into battle-mode. The sound persists, and he shifts his shield to grab the doorknob, twisting it slowly before he bursts inside — sword already swinging.

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Hi guys!!! So i recently hit 1k followers and I’m really really thankful for the people I met here and for everyone who brightens my day and my dashboard, so I decided to compile a list with my mutuals, pals and people I admire to show how thankful I am 💖

I also like to say that if I ever made anyone feel sad or uncomfortable: I’m really sorry, I hope you know that. And if we’re mutuals, but never really talked before: this might sound fake but I recognize you on my dash - I probably read your tags and go like “SAME” before reblogging something from you or get 🙈😭💖 while reading your tags on the icons/gifsets I make. And I totally notice when you change your icon/url and I also love your edits/fics/textposts. You guys are awesome and should be appreciated always, and I’m really glad you think I’m worth your follow. 

So many of you make me feel special (and for that I’m sososo thankful) but I’d like to give a special shout out to so many people but I can’t, this would be too long rip to Des - my hamburguesa - and Des - my desiland - for being literal angels. Ily guys so much, thank you for being so pure and amazing and supportive and having the same name lmao 💖🙃

Alright, let’s do this: follow forever under the cut, mutuals are bolded 😇💖

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eatyourgrapes  asked:

ZAGGALFOR LOVE TRIANGLE YAHS (I read your tags on that video lol) But I thought I was alone in this theory????


Alfor and Zarkon? they HAD A THING back in the day. take a look at this screencap:

LOOK AT THAT LOVING GAZE OKAY. look at these two bros chillin in a Lion Hangar, five feet apart cos they’re not gay. they were hooking up don’t tell me they weren’t.

Because literally the entire thing about Alfor trusting Zarkon with a Lion? and not realising he was turning evil? and Zarkon being able to deceive and betray the other Paladins despite them all being bonded in Voltron? makes WAY MORE SENSE if you assume Zarfor was A Thing back in the day. love is blind fam. that’s how Zarkon got away with it.

so i’m thinking they had a thing, maybe it was always super-casual, maybe it meant more to Zarkon than it did to Alfor, maybe it turned sour, who knows. but at some point they drift apart and Alfor gets married and has a kid (Allura) and Zarkon is just… sad face emoji about the whole thing, right? cos he loved Alfor. he thought they were gonna rule the universe together, and then Alfor’s like “actually nah bro”

now get this: Zarkon’s entire life post-Alfor is an attempt to recreate himself in Alfor’s image. if he can’t HAVE Alfor he’s going to BE Alfor. like this jilted lover from Shakespeare he’s determined to prove himself Better Than Alfor by doing everything Alfor does, but in a twisted and over-the-top way. oh, Alfor’s gonna have a giant robot lion suit that turns into a robot? WELL Zarkon’s gonna build a giant mecha of his own! with wings! take that Alfor, i don’t need your crummy lion! (he does though. he does so much. he’s hurting inside) Alfor was gonna have a “Voltron Alliance”? well, Zarkon’s gonna have an Empire!! get stuffed Alfor! I’m over you completely! (he’s not)

but of course Alfor also has a beautiful Altean wife and child. and Zarkon can’t let him win, oh no, he has to PROVE Alfor means NOTHING to him now by moving on with an Altean of his own. Haggar. And having an Altean child. Lotor.

ladies and gentlemen, i give you: Zarkon, the tragic jilted lover, trying to recapture the love of his life and live in his image. i give you Haggar, always knowing she’ll never compete with Alfor, but staying anyway because she’s devoted to Zarkon. i give you Lotor, the half-unwanted child who reminds Zarkon so much of the Altean love he threw away. poetry in motion my friends. POETRY IN MOTION

I mean… there’s your standard “Haggar cheated on Alfor with Zarkon” love triangle but why be that basic when you can be this extra?

If Jamie and Claire could text: Sleeping outside her door edition
  • Claire: doing okay out there?
  • Claire: How's
  • Claire: *how's the blanket?
  • Jamie: nice and toasty
  • Jamie: thanks again
  • Claire: thank YOU
  • Claire: still can't believe you're sleeping on the cold hard floor for my sake
  • Jamie: it's my pleasure, ssnch
  • Jamie: truly
  • Claire : 😊
  • Claire: are you *sure* you don't want to come in?
  • Jamie: notonebit
  • Claire: what?
  • Jamie: what?
  • Jamie: go watch this video of kittens
  • Jamie: right now
  • Jamie: dinna scroll up
  • Jamie: just watch the video
  • Jamie: and forget what an arse I am
  • Claire: 😊
  • Claire: never
  • Claire: you're a *sweet* arse at least
  • Jamie: /your/sweetarse
  • Claire: WHAT
  • Jamie: WHAT
  • Jamie: **after you delete all texts from me
  • Claire: **knowing smile**
  • Jamie: Christ claire I'm sorry dna ken what's got into me tonight. Shouldn't have said
  • Claire: !!!!
  • Claire: OMG
  • Jamie: shit
  • Jamie: can Ye forgive
  • Claire: no no no lookit their lil paws when they tag each other!!
  • Jamie: 😊😊😊😊😊
  • Jamie: thattagirl
  • <<< three hours later > >>
  • Jamie: think we should go to sleep?
  • Claire: nahhhhhhh
  • Jamie: 😊
  • Claire: cuz I just found a vid of 18 y.o. DOUGAL MACKENZIE doing DRUNK KARAOKE
  • Jamie: godiloveyou
  • Claire: _what_
  • Jamie: LOVE *KARAOKE