still love the blonde on him

A little advice
  • Lena: I was raised by monsters and still turned out to be a beautiful, powerful creature with amazing posture and a soft gay soul.
  • Lexa: I would fist bump you but I am Heda so an approving nod will have to do.
  • Lena: Understandable. Also, I'm in love with a beautiful blonde who fell from space.
  • Lexa: I have, as Raven would say, been there sister.
  • Lexa: *if she says it's Clarke I will have to kill her no matter the bond we now share*
  • Lena: But she's seeing a man-child because she's unhappy and heteronormativity drove her to him.
  • Lexa: A particularly irksome problem which I myself have had. You know what to do.
  • Lena: Invite her on dates and gaze lovingly at her?
  • Lexa: Well yes, an impeccable strategy to be sure. Also you should arrange to have him killed.
  • Lena: I'm listening...

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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Tater headcanon/ficlet

Tater’s parents divorced when he was very young, he doesn’t even remember a time they were together (although they had an amicable relationship post-divorce). His father was a hockey player, his mother was a figure skating champion.

He grew up in Russia with his father, but would spend a couple months every year visiting his mother in the USA. She retired from competition, but continued on to be a formidable youth figure skating coach. Her students were always successful.

When Tater visits his mom, he usually tags along to her early morning practices. Truthfully, he catches a bit more sleep in the stands most days, but he does really enjoy watching the progress her students have made on days mornings when he’s well-rested.

When he’s 11 or so, his mom takes on a tiny blond boy as her newest student, and Tater absolutely LOVES watching him practice. The kid is fast learner, and young Tater has been around the best and brightest of figure skating enough to know that this boy is going to be great.

Even when Tater returns home to Russia after his visit, he still asks his mom about how the little blond boy is doing with his lessons. The next time he visits, the improvement is already staggering. Now he eagerly attend his mom’s early morning lessons to see what this talented tiny boy can do.

Tater meets him once, but the funny little American boy talks very fast and Tater has no idea what he’s saying. He manages to say “Hi” and “good skate” and then stares, completely overwhelmed by this ball of blond energy shaking his hand and talking a mile a minute. Tater knows he’s saying something nice about his mom, because the boy is smiling a lot and looks over at her a couple times, but he knows very little English, so it mostly goes over his head. Still, it makes him smile, and he’s happy his mom has found such an enthusiastic student.

The years go by, and although Tater is sad to hear that his mom’s star pupil no longer figure skates, he gets busy with his hockey career. His mother has other talented students now, and she’s back in Russia. Life goes on. It’s been years since he’s thought of the tiny blond boy…

But one day, his teammate Jack starts (does he ever stop?) bragging about how wonderful his boyfriend is, and brings him along for a fun shinny game with the Falcs to show off Bitty’s skills and speed.

“Remember last time we did this, Bits?” Jack teases his boyfriend while the other guys set up the nets.

“The boys made me do a jump in my hockey skates for the school paper,” Bitty replies with a laugh.

Tater insists on seeing Jack’s little blond boyfriend do a jump, because he does miss watching figure skating like in his childhood. Bitty obliges, and the moment he lifts off the ice, Tater is filled with nostalgia. He knew something was familiar about this energetic young man.

“Hey, little B!” Tater skates over to Bitty immediately. “You’re so good. Always jumping so high, even in hockey skates.”

“Well, it would be better if I were in figure skates, and had a bit more practice…”

“Is okay. Long time since you started hockey, yes? When you were 15?”

Bitty doesn’t think too much of it, aside from being a bit of embarrassment that Jack has told his friends THAT much about him. “Yeah, I figure skated for years before that.”

“So many championships. Good skate.”

Bitty chuckles, remembering the time he met Katya’s quiet son who didn’t speak much English. That poor shy boy had only managed to tell him “good skate” too. He was hit with a wave of déja vu. This giant of a man was about 10,000 times more talkative than that boy, but now that Bitty thought about it, he did look a little familiar. “Um… Tater? This may sound strange, but…”

“So B, you know my mom Katya, yes?”

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“We should send her selfie now.”

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Welcome to @zyxnet: Call Me Baby era

Teacher || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by relationshipwithbts

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff


“Sangwoo, can you come here for a second?” The boy looked up from where he was drawing in the back of the class and locked eyes with you. He was sat alone in the corner, away from the other kids and it broke your heart to see him like this. Sangwoo was usually active with the other kids and used to always participate in class, but lately he had been pulling away from everyone.

The boy cleaned up the items he had been using and he slowly got up from where he was sitting. The sluggish movements of the six year old worried you and a frown came across you face. His eyes seemed to be locked on the ground as he walked towards you, not wanting to make eye contact. The action seemed to be his way of hiding from you and you sighed, slowly crouching down to his height.

“Sangwoo, do you have something you want to tell teacher about?” You asked. You hoped the words would be enough encouragement for the boy to speak but the words he said weren’t the ones you had been looking for. You became even more worried as you heard the words that left his mouth and you wondered if something was going on at home.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Sangwoo questioned. His tone made your heart clench and you quickly shook your head, cancelling all fears of his. He seemed to calm down a little bit at the fact that he wasn’t in trouble.

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My James, Your Bucky (One Shot)

You’ve had it way too sweet and fluffy from me for a while now, so I’m gonna bring you right back to the pit of despair and angst with this one shot.

Something tells me this is something @sebbys-girl would particularly enjoy;)


Summary: You and Bucky live together in Bucharest. One day you come home to find your flat completely trashed.


Word count: 2.3k


Warnings: angst, aggressive behaviour.


Originally posted by blackinjustice


It was shaping out to be a great day – it was still pre-noon and you had an extra spring in your step as you walked through the cobbled streets of Bucharest. The city you fell in love with, it had it all – alleys lined with tall brick townhouses and red roofs, atmospheric cafes and bars, an impressive market square – where you stopped to pick up a box of plums from ‘your guy’. That’s how you wanted to celebrate, with a cheeky nod to how you two first met.

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Langst story idea

Alright, so Lance is standing on top of a bridge. He’s in some tuxedo, looking tired and ragged. He looks down over the railing, down to the cold waters below.

He thinks how easy it would be to end it, but two wedding bands, gold and silver, stop him for a moment. He smiles, thinking back.

***

Lance smiled as he entered first year of college. Walks into class and sees a platinum blond beauty.

He strikes up a conversation and asked her out on a date, makes a fool of himself because that person is a beautiful man. The laughter escaping was beautiful too as he introduced himself as Lotor.

Lotor asks Lance if the man’s offer for a date still stands and Lance says yes.

***
The date was fun.
***
Three days later, Lotor kissed Lance
***
A weak later, they made love.
***
Many more dates came later with joy.
***
Some days it was hard. It took time for some family members to accept and others to lose touch. But Lance loved Lotor and Lotor loved Lance. It was all that mattered.
***
They moved into an apartment together at the end of the school year. They celebrated. They get a cat and named her Blue.
***
It was Lance who asked Lotor’s hand in marriage and Lotor said yes. Gold was Lance’s, Silver ’ s was Lotor’s.
***
The wedding was small, but the Honeymoon was Grand. Zarkon pulled the stick out of his ass and gave the newly weds free range with no cash limit in Ireland.
***
A good wonderful four, nearly happy years. They talked about kids. Adopting or finding a woman willing to be the baby mama.
***
Lotor fainted one day while at work. He thought he was just tired. He didn’t tell Lance. ***
When Lotor fainted again, he nearly fell down the stairs, but Lance caught him.
***
They go to a Doctor.
It’s Cancer in the brain.
***
They try Chemotherapy.
***
Lotor loses all of his hair. He asks Lance if he’s still beautiful. Lance says always and kisses him.
***
Lotor watches how Lance struggled. He’s realistic. Tells Lance that he wants him to move on when he’s gone. Lance laughed and said Lotor isn’t going anywhere.
***
1 year and Lotor is gone. Lance is lost. Lotor leaves one note behind.
“Please Love Again ”
***
The funeral was beautiful. Lotor picked his own casket, his own flowers, his own clothes. Lance was there for it all.
***
And here Lance was now, standing on a bridge.

His blood shot eyes waver as he thinks of ending it all. He crawled over the railing, hearing as the water and wind rushed by.

He closed his eyes, ready to fall.

***
Two strong arms pull him back. Pulls him back over the ledge and onto the ground. Hands pin him down hard as a stranger looks down at him with violet eyes.

Lance can’t help but let tears fall, as a stranger held him close and told him whatever it was, it was okay. Life shouldn’t end yet.

***
Keith introduced himself, handing over a hot cup of coffee over to Lance. They talk. Keith says something funny, that causes Lance to smile and laugh. It was something Lance never thought he’d be able to do again. Keith’s heart flutters at Lance’s laughter.
***
They meet again as friends.
***
Keith gets invited to Lance’s home. Lance leaves to make tea, leaving Keith to explore. He knocks over a book, with a letter in it.
“To the one who loves him. Thank you. Lance needs to be loved and he needs someone to love too. I hope you are cute.*Lotor*”
Keith puts the book back and sits back down, his heart pounding.
***
Blue likes Keith
***
Keith asks Lance out for a date. Lance says no, not right now. He’s not ready. Keith understands.
***
They get drunk one night and things happened. It went on like that after awhile, mainly sober at times too.
***
A year later, they start dating.
***
Another year later and they are happy. Keith has a ring in his back pocket. It’s neither silver or gold, but titanium black.
***
Lance is happy with three rings on his finger, thrilled to be in the arms of his new husband.
***
Lance loved again.
***
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The Void Inside Me (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This idea was sprouted by one of those ads we’re the two people are texting about something really agnsty or suspenseful and you have to download the app to see the whole story. I loved the idea so much and thought no one would be more suited for it than Void. I want to thank @writing-obrien for seriously helping me out with this when I was completely stumped. Also @celestial-writing because this fic would not be finished if it weren’t for her motivating me to push through up until the very end. And @sarcasticallystilinski too for all her feedback. I think they all edited this at some point too so thank you beautiful babes, I love you all more than most. Lastly, Koneko is Japanese for kitten so says google translater. I’m sorry if I got that wrong.

Warnings: Smut; choking.

Word Count: 6860

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do you know what i want?

i want an lgbt+ tv show/movie that’s not a drama

i want a how i met your mother to be about a pansexual ted mosby and the running joke is that barney’s offended ted doesn’t find him attractive

i want a legally blonde to be about a lipstick lesbian who goes to law school to get her girlfriend back

i want a that ‘70s show where jackie is bisexual and between dating kelso and hyde she brings her ugly ass girlfriends with her to hang out with the gang (because there’s no way she can have a woman in her life prettier than herself)

i want a 13 going on 30 where jenna rink wakes up to be 30 years old and his name is michael rink and he still falls in love with matty from the house next door

i want a parks & recreation where ann perkins is asexual but still becomes pregnant via artificial insemination because ann is perfect and would be the best mother in the history of ever

being lgbt+ doesn’t have to be the focal point of a movie or show

like i understand it’s still a pretty bold move in media but like i’m just getting sick of all of the representation being the ultra dramatic main premise of it all

there are so many lgbt+ dramas. just give me my sitcom.

Headcanon

Teddy

- 3yo Teddy, not understanding why he now live with Harry, and why he can’t see his grandparents anymore

- 4yo Teddy calling Harry dad, making him cry a lot

- 5yo Teddy seeing Draco for the 1st time, asking him if he was his mom, upsetting him “I am not a woman! Harry, is your godson blind?”

- 6yo Teddy, going to a school for young wizards, telling the teacher he can’t make a present for Mother’s day, but making two for Father’s day.

- 7yo Teddy, asking Harry why he have to call him godfather instead of dad, ‘cause it’s obvious Harry and Draco are his fathers, right?

- 8yo Teddy playing with young Rose, babysitting her while the adults are talking politics, but keeping an eye on them two. 

- 9yo Teddy receiving “Hogwarts, a History” from Hermione for his birthday, and after reading it becoming totally excited and asking “When will I go to Hogwarts, Daddy, when?”

- 10yo Teddy, after explanations, going to Remus and Nymphadora graves and telling them not to worry, he has his fathers to keep him safe, making Harry and Draco cry.

- 11yyo Teddy being not so impatient to go to Hogwarts, understanding it means be separated from his dads, and crying at platform 9 ¾.

- Still 11yo Teddy being afraid to disappoint his fathers because Hufflepuff isn’t Gryffindor or Slytherin, and being uncomfortable at Hogwarts until he receive a letter congratulating him, and telling him they were so proud of him.

- 12yo Teddy repeanting Draco how much he’s missing his friends, and how much he wants to return at Hogwarts, but he aslo wants to stay home, and…

- 13yo Teddy being really good at Herbology, and spending some time in Pr Longbottom office, talking about everything and nothing. He loved these times with Neville, not as Harry’s friend but as supporting teacher.

- 14yo Teddy, having a crush on Victoire Weasley, blushing anytime he cross her path. And she finding him soo cute, and loving his blue hair, once took his hand under the Great Hall table during dinner.

- 15yo Teddy loving Victoire adorable freckles, cute small nose and blond hair, as much as he loved her personnality. Teddy taking Victire stargazing during summer break. 

- Still 15yo Teddy choking when he receives his prefect badge, thinking he isn’t deserving it.

- 16yo Teddy receiving his O.W.L. results, an O in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration, an E in Charms, Potions and DADA, an A in Muggle Studies and Histoy of Magic, but failed in Divination and Astronomy.

- 17yo Teddy going to his last year at Hogwarts, as a young man, Harry and Draco being so proud of him, although they’re sad he grown up so fast and doesn’t need them anymore.

when even finally starts talking to his friends from bakka again and reconciles with them, he soon after introduces them to isak when he invites them to his new place (”dude! you have your own place? that’s so cool. but, hm, wait, is there enough room for movie nights like at your old place? oh man, your mom always made us the best popcorn”) one of them teases “i see you still love blondes” and all of them go “ooooh” in unison, and even raises his eyebrows like “oh! i see! this is how it’s going to be” but he can’t help but smile, and then he says “nah, i just love one blonde” as he wraps his arms around isak from behind, gives him one long kiss on the cheek, and one of them says “oh jeez, you’re still a big romantic, aren’t you” and this time isak’s the one who says “he is”, and they’re all smiling, and it’s just a funny, loving moment between friends who are glad to see each other again, to see each other happy

Simmer // Archie Andrews

Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?

Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).

Words: 3126

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This was two requests I put into one!

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Originally posted by riverdalesource

The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.

You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.

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august 11th, 2016

hong jisoo is still not blonde

bear with me…

  • neils got blisters so many blisters along the heels and balls of his feet and he usually has one or two toes bandaged bc they were bleeding from how much he runs and practices 
  • hes got dry ankles and banged up and bruised and cut knees almost all season 
  • he has that light ginger almost blond body hair covering his arms and legs and body thats so light that in the right light it looks like hes completely shaven 
  • his calves and thighs are probably the thinnest but most defined of the whole team even allison cant compete with the definition of neils upper thighs bc of how much and how fast this kid can run 
  • hes got freckles along his legs and up his back they arent in any sort of pattern theres probably not even that many theyre just spread randomly on him 
  • hes got this birthmark that looks like a bruise on his right outer thigh that he pokes and prods waiting for it to heal but never realizes that its permanent he just thinks he keeps bruising that particular place over and over again 
  • neils got a rather defined stomach as well perhaps not as much as say kevin or matt or even dan but he has a v clear 4 pack that could be a 6 pack if kevin had his way with neils diet 
  • hes got scars 
  • old and new that have just become a part of him as much as every freckle 
  • theres a gunshot wound from when he was 14 on his lower left flank other scars from where gunshots scraped past him 
  • other times when shrapnel pierced his skin
  • and multiple knife wounds, stabbings and deep cuts, each once had a story that not even andrew knew yet 
  • some had stories that neil would rather not remember himself 
  • he doesnt have a v broad chest but its still p defined as well 
  • hairless which hes not sure how he feels about esp when andrews not 
  • his arms are nice but more lean and less defined and muscular for the sake of muscles 
  • he has long arms that were a problem when he was younger and they got in the way while he was growing they still look a little out of place considering hes not v tall still but he has arms that rival nickys in length
  • he has a scar right by his collar bone where hed been stabbed and another along his neck that you couldnt see unless neil was looking directly up in good lighting 
  • from when he had had a man start to slice his throat when his mother hadnt dropped her gun fast enough even when her sons life had been on the line and deeper still even after she had dropped it 
  • he has small ears 
  • rather ears that dont stand out too much esp when he lets his curls grow out, he eventually gets quite a few piercings along his left ear leaving the other alone 
  • he has a very chiseled face his jawline very defined his cheekbones hidden behind a couple of bad scars 
  • his eyelashes and eyebrows a shade or two darker than the hair on his head and his eyes the color of an iceberg framed by long lashes and and crows feet that he gets from his mom 
  • Andrew has small feet…not necessarily small, but smaller than Neil’s 
  • He’s got light brown/dirty blond body hair and this boy is hai ry 
  • hairy lil baby 
  • i digress 
  • hes got calves that should scare you, not necessarily v huge and strong like Neil’s, but so ridiculously defined even the football players are jealous 
  • his knees are soft but still scratched up and scarred just like the rest of the foxes 
  • his thighs are a little chubby bc that sugars gotta go somewhere
  • that somewhere being his chubby thighs and chubby butt and slightly squishy abs that shouldnt be abs but ARE bc my son exercises 
  • this boiiii
  • i love him so much idk what to do with myself 
  •  anyway 
  • hes hairy like i mentioned so i mean im not, no, no im totally saying happy trail
  • also can we talk about these idiots and the v defined V’s they both sport 
  • like 
  • stop it you two 
  • but also never stop i support and love - i digress 
  • where tf was i 
  • oh
  • the..scars 
  • Andrew’s got scars along the tops and sides of his thighs, those were all him 
  • he’s got barbed wire scars from a stint gone right and only those scars to prove it, all along his right hip and onto his stomach and the top side of his right thigh 
  • he’s got freckles, a lot of them, along the small of his back, along the back of his thighs, and down his spine, some bunched up at the back of his neck
  • hes got small hands, but pianist fingers, long and thin and knobby 
  • he’s got scars on scars on scars on his knuckles from various fights with people and the couple times he smashed a mirror with his fists
  • he wears his armbands at all times, im just…wait. a hijab. I wear a hijab at all times except when I’m home and/or around people I can take it off with, and that has nothing to do with this, but really…parallels well with the armbands 
  • wow i derailed im sorry 
  • anyway his armbands hide the worst scars
  • the ones around both his wrists, the ones that have since scabbed over but still sometimes itch that he tries his best to ignore 
  • hes got sharp, banged up elbows and 
  • broad shoulders and chest to match 
  • he probably does one handed push ups to one up Kevin bc he knows how much it pisses him off
  • he’s got a long neck, and a sharp collarbone that Neil adores
  • a necklace of hickies as proof 
  • his hair usually stay up and out of his face most of the time, but sometimes if he brushes it down it covers his eyes and he does that head jerk thing short haired people do to get it out of the way and he has soft hair and Neil loves pulling on it and running his fingers through it 
  • anyway this got way too longjust take it

°• ♢ ———— LEGALLY BLONDE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’
’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’
’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’
’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’
’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’
’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’
’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’
’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’
’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’
’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’
’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’
’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’
’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’
’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’
’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’
’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.  ’
’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’
’ Why didn’t you call me? ’
’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’
’ Excuse me. ’
’ I’m sorry? ’
’ You got into Harvard Law? ’
’ What? Like it’s hard? ’
’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’
’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’
’ Sorry for what? ’
’ Well this is so much better than that! ’
’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’
’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’
’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’
’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’
’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’
’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’
’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’
’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’
’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’
’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’
’ What? Practically deformed? ’
’ This is what I need to become. ’
’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’
’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’
’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her.  ’
’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’
’ I have a point, I promise. ’
’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’
’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’
’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’
’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’
’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’
’ How was your first class? ’
’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’
’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’
’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’
’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’
’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’
’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’
’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’
’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’
’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’
’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’
’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’
’ You’ve just won your case. ’
’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’
’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’
’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’
’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’
’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’
’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’
’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’
Days in the Sun. (Prince Adam Oneshot.)

to contradict the super smutty asks I’ve been getting and answering, it is I here to remind you that I am truly a romantic binch.

Originally posted by until-the-last-petal-falls

Title: Days In The Sun.
Pairing: Prince Adam x Female!Reader.
Words: 1,273.
Rating: K.
Summary: i just wanted to write a reprise to ‘Days in the Sun’. (I’ll probably post the lyrics themselves on another post!)


Do you ever feel like you’re living in a dream? That sort of euphoric sensation that wraps itself around you, trying to trick you into a reality that was too good to be true? That’s how Prince Adam felt as he stood out on the balcony, holding his first born child in his arms. They were snug in a blanket made by Mrs. Potts, one of their first gifts actually, to keep them warm. Adam himself was wearing nothing other than a pair of soft blue pants and a silk, handmade robe that covered his torso. His hair was tugged into a rather loose hair tie, some of his light hair spilling and framing his face. From the rolling colors in the sky, Adam figured it was nearly dawn. The purples were turning into pinks, and the pinks into light oranges. He couldn’t tell how long he had been awake, but he did wake up first when the moon and stars were the only light you were able to maneuver around in.

Adam looked down at the baby in his arms. Only three months old, amazingly, and he’s gotten quite used to hold them and has even learned the proper way as well. He hadn’t been around a baby in years, let alone hold one on his own. He thought for a moment. No, he’d never actually held one before. Fortunately, he had you to show him because admittedly he was completely clueless. They looked a lot like him, having a swirl of strawberry blond hair. A few shades darker than his actually, but he figured it may lighten up as they grew up. Their eyes were still a gray color and hadn’t decided what color they were going to be. While you hoped that it’s a beautiful mix between his and yours, he’d argue certainly, saying that they need to be your eyes because they held so much love and adoration.

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safe passage

(I have a lot of feelings about the fact that Captain Hook gave Snow and Charming safe passage aboard the Jolly Roger before Emma was born in 6x20 and they were all still under the singing enchantment at the time)

The princess was with child.

It hadn’t been obvious at first, her garments loose enough to conceal the swell of her belly beneath the folds of leather as snowy white as her famed complexion. He’d heard the tales, he knew them on sight from the moment they stepped into the tavern while he watched unseen from the shadows. Captain Hook had no time for anything but his vengeance, but he was an observant man and he noted the way she rested her hand on the babe within when the bargain was struck between them. He’d had an urge to hold a knife to her throat and demand the Dark One be delivered to him at once, deal be damned, their quarrel with the Evil Queen was none of his concern and he’d waited so long (too long) to skin himself a crocodile…but even he was not so far gone as to threaten a pregnant woman and risk her miscarrying on the deck of his ship.

There was blood enough on his hand already.

The moon was bright over the wine-dark sea and the stars were like the diamonds he’d spurned as payment. He held their course steady, sailing the Jolly through the treacherous waters that led to the queen’s castle. It was a journey of only one night, but the nights were long when his bed was empty and the space in his chest where his heart should be ached for what was lost so long (too long) ago. The refrain echoed on the wind as the song refused to fade, whatever enchantment had befallen the land followed them out to sea and with the crash of the waves on the hull he kept singing low under his breath, “Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”

She came up on deck, alone, her tall, blond prince still tucked away down below. The few crew still awake gave her a wide berth, Captain Hook had promised the princess safe passage, and safe passage was what she would get, she was in no danger from his men. Her long dark hair reminded him of another woman, another time, another life, when he’d loved and been loved, a man instead of a villain, Killian instead of Hook. When happiness had been his for the taking and the horizon was full of promise, new adventures waiting to be discovered.

“Until that croc destroyed my life and filled me with hate unabating,”

It roared in his ears so loud that it almost drowned out the sweet sound that had the rest of the men all turning to look, heads cocked and old memories making hard faces soft, for a moment.

Snow White was singing to her child.

A mother’s lullaby, a promise to “My darling daughter so fair, so beloved you are, with my smile and your father’s hair.”

Hook felt his shoulders hunch under the heavy leather, turning the collar up to his ears in a vain attempt to block it out. He had no time for this, no space for softness in a hard world when all that mattered was the destiny waiting for him just over the horizon.

“Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”

“And her name is the song in our hearts, the melody of the love that will always be true. With our daughter’s fate at stake.”

Their voices mixed on the wind as the sails snapped and the ship rode the waves, rising and falling like the music that continued to play across the stars.

“…find happiness waiting.”

“The most powerful magic of all. Emma…”

“….is gonna be mine.”

Not on Your Life (Sherlock x Reader)

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides, we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.

“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”

“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair. Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”

“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.

“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s return.

“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“Just to you,” you replied.

“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants. The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”

“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.

“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”

“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?” you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.

“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” you asked.

“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.

“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or the side of a milk carton.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”

“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.

“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.

“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun god.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.

“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.

“Anything’s possible I suppose.”

“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”

“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair flip. Before Sherlock could press you for  more information Mycroft returned. He handed you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.

“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up with realization. He turned back to his brother.

“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.

“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new project.

~*~

Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.

“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching people give you a hard time.”

“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up straighter and leaned forward a bit.

“Did she?”

“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a boyish smile.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Do you remember Anthea?”

“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.

“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”

John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.

“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”

Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against the wall.

Parent Trap

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by mrssadness3

Request: Imagine co-parenting with Happy after you break up from Happys infidelity.

“What do you mean you don’t have your schoolbag?” You demanded as you walked around the dining table, wiping the surface with a cloth as you went.
“I don’t have it mama.” Your daughter answered.
“Where is it?” You asked and turned to your daughter, a spitting image of her father and you laid your hands on your hips.
She shrugged, letting her dark brown curls fall off her shoulders.
“It’s at daddy’s.” She told you as she looked up at you through thick lashes.
You sighed and tossed the cloth towards the kitchen sink and wiped your hands on your jeans.
“How many times have I told you to bring it home, Harley?”
She smiled, almost smugly, and shrugged again.
You rolled your eyes and reached out, ruffling her soft hair before turning her towards the front door.
“Come on, we’ll have to grab it on the way or you’ll be late.”
You grabbed the car keys off the counter and shuffled your daughter towards the door.
You had never been a morning person, and lately you had been fighting to keep your cool as you got Harley ready for school. Especially because she had started to make a habit of leaving things at her dads house every time she stayed there.
She was only six, but she was smart and you couldn’t help but feel she did it on purpose.
Co-parenting had never been part of the plan. God, back then everything had been so perfect.
You were his old lady and he was your old man and he had been so happy when he found out he was going to be a dad. Even the rest of the boys had been in shock by how much Happy Lowman was smiling for almost your whole pregnancy, especially when he found out he was having a little girl.
He was a good father, he had spent all his spare time with her and he had even cut back on his involvement with the club.
But that hadn’t stopped things turning bad.
Harley was four years old when you broke up.
The ‘What happens on a run stays on a run’ rule had gone out the window when that blonde whore had turned up at the clubhouse and your heart had been left broken and shattered on the floor.
He had always been faithful to you, at least so you thought but he had admitted to sleeping with the girl when they had gone on a run the month before.
It hadn’t been an easy decision to walk away but you knew you couldn’t be with a man that couldn’t be faithful to you.
You had loved him, God how you had loved him. Deep down you still did, but your mother had raised you to know you deserved better than to be cheated on and so you had taken your daughter and left.
Of course you still let him see her. You had grown up without a father and you never wanted the same for your daughter.
You hadn’t bothered going through the courts, you knew Happy wouldn’t fight you and you didn’t want him to. He saw Harley every week, she’d stay with him on the weekends and you’d have her on the weeknights while she was at school so her routine wasn’t disturbed.
But Happy still came over at least once a week to have dinner with her and you loved watching the two of them together.
She had his eyes, and his smile and your heart melted every time you looked at the two of them giggling together.
Harley Lowman was definitely the love of Happy Lowmans life.

The lot was empty apart from the row of bikes when you pulled in.
It was still early and you silently prayed that there wouldn’t be crow-eaters scattered over the floor when you walked in.
You parked in your usual spot and jumped out before letting Harley out of the car.
She hopped out happily and practically dragged you to the clubhouse doors.
She was a daddys girl and she could never hide her excitement to see her father.
It used to make you jealous but now you were used to it and honestly you were happy they had such a good relationship.
“Hurry up ma!” She cried and you rolled your eyes and pulled the door open.
She dropped your hand and ran inside, heading straight for the dorms and you followed behind her slowly.
It was always a familiar sight and it always made you nostalgic when you walked into the clubhouse.
You had so many memories here and it would always feel like home to you, but that part of your life was behind you. Thats what you had to keep reminding yourself. You weren’t an old lady, not anymore. You were just the mother of a members child, simple as that.
The place was quiet but you were thankful you didn’t see the remains of another wild SAMCRO party.
As you entered the hallway you saw Harley banging on her fathers dorm room door and you couldn’t help but smirk at the excited grin on her face.
You walked closer and leant on the opposite wall.
After only a moment the door opened and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him.
Happy opened the door in only his boxers, his ripped stomach exposed and he wiped his eyes sleepily.
You gulped as your eyes ran down his toned muscles and his intricate tattoos. You could never deny that Happy was sexy as fuck.
“Daddy!” Harley cried and hugged his legs tightly.
Happy smiled and ruffled her hair before lifting her into his arms.
“Morning baby girl.” He said quietly, his voice husky.
He looked at you and nodded his greeting.
“She left her schoolbag.” You explained.
Happy stepped back and gestured for you to enter the room and you stepped past him.
The room was the same as it always was, everything in its place and the faint smell of leather.
Happy followed you into the room and walked to the desk, Harley still in his arms and he reached down and grabbed her pink school bag off the floor.
“This is becoming a habit.” Happy said to his daughter.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into him.
Happy smirked and looked towards you.
“I’ll make sure she brings it home next time.”
“Thanks.” You smiled back. “We should get going.”
“No!” Harley yelled.
Happy raised his eyebrows and pulled back from his daughter so he could look at her.
“You gotta go to school,” He told her sternly.
Harley stuck her bottom lip out and fluttered her eyelashes.
You shook your head but couldn’t help the smirk from forming on your lips. She might be like her father but she definitely got the pouting techniques from you.
Happy put her down and ruffled her hair once more.
“C’mon. Listen to your mom.”
You held out your hand and reluctantly she took it.
Happy handed you the schoolbag and you smiled at him thankfully.
“See you tomorrow for dinner?” You asked.
“Wouldnt miss it.” Happy said.
Harley glared at both of you and tugged on your hand. She always got grumpy when she didnt get her way and you both laughed.
“Say bye to your dad.” You told her.
“Bye daddy.” She said grumpily and Happy waved back, a smile on his face as he watched you both walk out the door.

It was just after lunch and you had almost made it through the stack of paperwork your boss had left on your deck when you heard a knock on your office door.
You looked up and smiled at the receptionist as she poked her head through the door.
“Theres someone here to see you,” Lara told you.
“Send them in.” You said with a smile and took a sip of coffee.
The door opened wider and you almost spat the coffee back into the cup when Happy walked into the office.
He closed the door behind him and looked at you, an amused look on his face.
What are you doing here, Hap?!” You asked and stood.
“You weren’t answering your phone.” He said with a shrug.
“My battery died.” You told him and smoothed down the pencil skirt you were wearing and you stepped out from behind the desk. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“We gotta go to school.” He said casually and leant against the wall. A toothpick sat between his lips and he twirled it across them as he looked at you.
“Is Harley okay?” You asked as concern filled you.
“She got in a fight.” Happy told you and you could almost detect the pride in his voice.
What?!” You practically yelled.
She was six years old! What on earth could she be fighting over?!
You stepped behind your desk and grabbed your handbag and slung it over your shoulder hastily.
Happy watched you as you rushed around grabbing your things and although his face was blank his dark eyes were filled with amusement.
“Lets go!” You said and rushed towards the door.
Happy stood straight and followed you, strolling casually through your workplace while you practically ran.
“You wanna ride?” Happy called to you as you pushed through the doors to the car park.
You turned back to him, one eye brow raised.
“In this skirt? No way.” You rummaged in your handbag for your keys and Happy smirked as he walked to his bike.
Finally you reached your car and you quickly started it and wound down the window.
The roar of Happys bike filled the quiet street and for a moment you wished you had taken him up on his offer. You missed riding on the back of his bike, the wind blowing through your hair as you clung to him.
But that life was behind you now, you reminded yourself. Plus, it probably wasn’t a good look to turn up to your daughters school on the back of a bike.
Happy pulled into the street and you followed him, driving quickly to the school.

“You gonna tell me what that was all about?”
Harley ignored you and walked into her room, dragging her school bag behind her as she went.
You sighed and leant against the wall.
She had been sulking all afternoon, and she hadn’t said a word in the car on the way home.
The principal had told you and Happy that Harley had gotten into a fight with a girl in her class, and she had started it but neither of you were sure why.
She wasn’t hurt, neither of the girls involved were but you couldn’t help but be concerned.
Your daughter had never acted violent before and you couldn’t imagine what could cause her to react like this.
The familiar roar of a bike echoed through your street and you opened the front door, waiting for him to pull in.
You watched as he pulled into your drive, cut the engine and swung his leg over his bike before walking towards you.
“She say anything yet?” He asked you.
You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.
Happy neared you and he reached out to squeeze your shoulder.
“Mind if I try?”
“Go for it.” You said and stepped aside so he could enter your house.
He walked softly across the carpet and headed straight for Harleys room.
You followed slowly but you didn’t enter. Instead you leant against the wall, deciding to let him speak to her alone.
Inside, Happy knelt next to the bed where his daughter was curled up and he stroked her hair gently.
“What happened?” He asked softly.
Harley sat up and grabbed her favourite soft toy and squeezed it to her chest, but she still didn’t say anything.
Happy continued to stroke her hair slowly.
“You wont be in trouble, but you need to tell us what happened.”
Harley turned to her father, her dark eyes filling with tears.
“She said we weren’t a real family.” Harley said. Her voice was quiet but you could still hear her and you bit your lip.
“She said we would never be a real family because you and mommy don’t love each other.”
Outside the room your heart broke as you heard the sadness in your daughters voice and you couldn’t help but feel tears fill your own eyes.
Happy wiped the tears from Harleys cheek before he spoke.
“Thats not true, baby girl.” Happy told her. “We will always be a family.”
“I love you, Harley and I love your mommy. I always will.”
Harley looked at her father.
“Do you promise?” She asked.
“I promise.” He told her and kissed her forehead.
Harley smiled and lay down on her pillows. It had been a big day for her and she was exhausted.
Happy sat with her, stroking her hair til she fell asleep before he stood quietly and left the room.
He closed the door quietly behind him and he stood in the hallway, opposite you.
“You hear all that?” He asked you quietly.
You nodded and met his gaze.
“(Y/n)..” Happy said, “Do you love me?”
You scoffed.
“Of course I love you, Hap. That was never the problem.”
His jaw clenched and he stepped closer to you.
You stared into his eyes, the same familiar darkness you had looked into so many times before and your heart began to beat faster as his hands reached towards you.
His fingers gently grabbed the fabric of your shirt and he lifted it up to show his crow you had had tattooed on your hip so many years ago.
His finger traced over the design and you gulped.
“Ive done a lot of things in my life, (y/n). A lot of bad things. But theres only one thing i regret.” His words echoed through you and you couldn’t help but place your hands on his chest, clutching at his leather.
“I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you. But I want you, (y/n). I want you back.”
You couldn’t deny the way you felt about Happy. You had always loved him and as he stood before you, vulnerable and close enough to kiss that desire took over you.
His jaw clenched again and just like that you lost it.
You crashed your lips against his and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding him to you tightly.
A moan left your lips as he ran his tongue along your lower lips and you pulled him closer to you.
“Are you sure?” He asked you between kisses and you smiled against his lips.
You pulled back from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him as you walked backwards towards your bedroom.
“Im sure, daddy.”