thank god that they are deep

anonymous asked:

Ok, I'm absolutely in love with your persuasion au. I didn't know how much I needed something like this until I read it. It's a treasure. Thank you SO MUCH for it! Can I ask you why do you ship rebelcaptain? as a deep question, I just want to read your thoughts about them 'cause you write so well

First, thank you for the compliment no my Persuasion AU! I’m glad you like it! And I’m going to get working on the next chapter of it now that I’ve written this 1,400+ word treatise I wrote on rebelcaptain because of your question lol.

Chemistry

Diego Luna and Felicity Jones have and had amazing chemistry as Jyn and Cassian. The eye contact, the lack of personal space, and the passion they conveyed as their characters with and without words was really impressive. Even when Jyn and Cassian were arguing and angry with one another, you got the sense that they fought as they did because the other person mattered. Their arguments are never about romance, but they were about the important basics of any relationship, romantic or platonic: truth, trust, faith, belief, and how you choose to act (or whether you choose to act at all).
But their chemistry isn’t just sexual or romantic. They also have chemistry as a battle duo. They work together well almost instantly. When she’s sporting for a fight on Jedha, he knows exactly when to pull her back. When a Partisan bomb is about to blow her to bits, he saves her—it’s not a question. On Scarif, they seem in sync the whole time from when she gives her speech to when they die together on the beach. They don’t question the other because there’s implicit trust and they seem to instinctively understand that what the other person is doing is the right or best way. They’re on the same page if you will.

Individually and Individuality

I love them as individual characters. They are my murder son and my murder daughter.
They both have defined and deep character arcs in the movie, and they grow because of it. They act as catalysts for the other for the change to come. They grow because they met each other, and they do so in the platonic sense.
Jyn’s forced herself into apathy because she’s been hurt, abandoned, and traumatized by “the cause” and the battle between the Rebels and the Empire. She lost both her parents. She was abandoned by her foster parent. She was stripped of anything that ever felt safe, that felt like home. The passion and fight intrinsic to her personality was temporarily snuffed out. She’s given so much but what has she gotten back but misery? She now only fights for herself. But meeting and knowing Cassian reawakens that passion and drive in her. The catalyst moment is when he gives her his trust on the U-wing to Jedha, and it builds from there. He pushes back against her resistance, and where others may have not cared enough to do that, he does, and that fight wakes her up again. Then he offers her a home and a family in him (and Kaytoo, Baze, Chirrut, and Bodhi). Thet cause, which has only taken from her, has given her something back. It has given her people she cares about and who care for her to fight for.

For Cassian, after 20 years of war, I think part of what traps him in this prison of his own making is that he feels like he’s fighting for abstractions now. He’s lost everything and everyone he cares about. There’s only the cause, and it’s made him do terrible things that have been cutting him into little pieces. But then he meets Jyn, and she’s not an abstraction. But it’s not love or love for her that acts as a catalyst for his change: it’s her inner fire. I think he sees in her what he used to see in himself. It reminds him of what he’s fighting for, in part, too, because he sees the tremendous losses she has also suffered at the hands of the fight. In her push to go to Scarif, she also gives him a specific way he can justify everything he has done as a soldier. And like it is for Jyn, I think Cassian finds himself now with people he cares for specifically, people for whom he fights (aka the found family he has personally collected over the course of a week).

Complementary Personalities

I like the idea of opposites attract, but I love more the idea of complementary personalities who share a lot of similarities. I think Jyn and Cassian fit this bill. They’re both orphaned child soldiers (essentially). They’re both passionate fighters. They are iron-willed, confident, resolute, and strong people. They’re different enough, though, that they can balance the other out.

They are complete people when they meet—there’s no need for one to “complete the other”; it’s rather like I argue above, that parts of them have gone dormant, and meeting each other brings them back to life; they fill in the cracks.
And they are equals. There’s no power differential. Sometimes he takes lead. Sometimes she does. They’re a team. It’s beautiful.

Intimacy

The intimacy between these two characters scrambles my brain, to be honest. The first time I saw the movie, it didn’t hit me until late (HI, ELEVATOR SCENE), but it hit me hard when it did. The intimacy in that elevator scene goddamit it—it made everything click for me. Not just the shipping but like, the wholeness of their character arcs. They are both initially cast as loners who guard themselves really closely from others—from affection, from attachment, from any ties to another living thing. But in that elevator scene, it’s all there flashing in their faces. For the first time, Jyn looks soft and lost as he stares at him in the darkened space, a whole future they won’t get to live flashing before her eyes. For him, he looks at her like she’s the only person in the galaxy that matters, and for him too, it’s colored by this sadness of what if. How long has it been since he’s been touched like this? When was the last time he had someone he could love before now?
With the idea of intimacy, too, I would argue that they both let their guard down around one another in a way they don’t with anyone else. Cassian is supposed to be this cool-headed, seasoned solider and spy, but he meets Jyn and is almost immediately running around, disobeying orders, screaming her name, saving her at all cost to his own life and to the cause. Maybe this is how he’s always felt about things, but he’s been able to push it all down before. He can’t with her. She’s triggered something in him that makes him feel. Jyn can also read him like no one else can. He’s an open book in her hands.

And for Jyn, because he’s shown her the first semblance of trust in years, the fact that he just refuses to ever leave her behind, opens her up. Even with Saw, she puts on this air of “don’t care” (“It’s not a problem if you don’t look up”). Again, the personal space issues! The touching and closeness (she touches his arm when they get the clearance to enter Scarif; she notes how he smells [of blaster oil and Eadu dirt]; elevator, beach, he’s the most beautiful person she’s ever seen etc etc.).

He makes her care about someone again because he cares for her. If you watch the scene on the beach when they hold hands—note how Jyn reaches for his hand first. But when she does, it’s tentative and unsure. He senses her hesitation and then he reaches out and takes it.
And the hug to end all hugs. I can’t even.

Unrealized potential

With most of what I ship, it’s usually the unrealized potential that sets my brain on fire. I love a good established couple (Baze and Chirrut) but because they seem to have had their happiness or their happy ending, it doesn’t tug at the heart strings as hard. I don’t actively ship because I don’t have to wonder. To quote one of my favorite shows, Veronica Mars:

Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?

Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

And I still contend that I’d ship them just as hard if they had survived and the ending of Rogue One hadn’t given us an explicitly romantic ending (kissing, declarations) because it would still be unrealized potential. Their deaths just make it more tragic and force more sad whale noises from my mouth.

anonymous asked:

I truly love James and Lorna together, i wish they had this deep relationship in the show. Oh my God, What an exciting story your taboo fanfic is!

Thank you nonny!  :)

And you know, I do feel that the show gave us enough to suggest that they do have a deep relationship - or at the least the start of one.  James doesn’t show that vulnerable side of himself to anyone but Lorna.  That takes an incredible amount of trust.   “You see me as I am.”    Hugely important – the person that does that and still cares: that’s the One!!    In the show context, it really is all up to James.   At this point, I don’t feel he is strong enough to handle any relationship — but, he clearly wanted her with him.  For now, at the very least, they are good partners. 

My feeling was that the show was laying a good, solid foundation that is based on trust, respect and a true affection.   Lust is a powerful agent, but we also all know it often burns out and ends up hollow.   But I think when you have that good foundation, and the fact that they really, truly are a good match - you can definitely get the BOOM!  And, it will be true.  SO, if Season 2 brings them even closer… who knows what could happen?   But I rather feel it’s a long/in the distance end game than something that will happen very soon.

The key is their communication and their closeness, which is what my story focuses on: that intimacy just keeps building … it’s not just about sex.  

Thanks for reading - have a lovely day!  xx

  • Kirk: A captain's life is a lonely life.
  • Picard: Indeed.
  • Janeway: Absolutely.
  • Archer: Thank god I've got my dog.
  • Sisko: So... I take it then you guys don't want to see the photos from my latest family vacation?

Merry Christmas! Thank you for being part of it and being with me!
I think you should know why i wasn’t active for so long. Why i was trying but not really… I broke up with my partner after four years of deep relationship. We loved each other so maybe you can tell how hurt i am. Still struggling to move on. But doing my best. Sorry that i could not be that active. Thank you for not leaving me. I love you! Thanks for being there! Happy holidays! God bless you! xx

I stand pressed up against you, my head on your chest, your chin rested on my head. I bury my face against your chest as we sway to the music, without a care in the world. “Hey” you say to me. I pick my head up and stare longingly up at you. “You’re pretty” you say, with that huge, goofy smile all over your face. God, I love it when you smile like that. “Thank you” was all I could manage to say, as I got lost in your eyes, so mesmerized, falling so deep into something that I never even saw coming.
—  I’m just so in love with you & all your little things
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In my restless dreams I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised me you’d take me there again someday. But you never did.

- Mary Shepherd-Sunderland in Mary’s Letter, Silent Hill 2

“Love for the dead is pointless. We fight to keep them alive, that is all.”

God, I love Olivier so much!

This was supposed to be another quick one, but I got carried away. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@thequeenwillruletheboard & @princess-kagura 

and thanks to everyone who was patient enough to sit through my stream!

  • Ancient Rome: The day you realize that it's all thanks to me, you'll realize I have the heart of a parent.
  • South Italy: You've just insulted parents all around the world.
RFA bois go to the ski resort

this was so fun to write.. especially because I was originally a skier but now I snowboard. You can just tell whether the boys ski or snowboard by experience it’s A M A Z I N G

enjoy! -brooke

Zen:

  • more of a snowboarder
  • he puts his hair up in a sexy high ponytail just for this occasion 
  • can literally go to every slope and look graceful as fuck
  • actually loves snowboarding
  • can do lots of tricks too 
  • one time he saw a little girl who kept falling on the green (easiest) slope
  • “Hi, little princess! Do you need help?”
  • god even if i was a master snowboarder id still say yes
  • She flushed a deep red once she saw his face
  • “Y-yes, please! I can’t really get this right..” 
  • so he patiently helped her until she could snowboard down a fucking black diamond
  • it took them the whole day
  • ok i was exaggerating 
  • but she was much happier after he taught her
  • “Thank you, sir!”
  • he smiled back 
  • when you asked him how he was such a good teacher and snowboarder, he said
  • “Oh, my dad used to take me and my brother to ski resorts every winter. It was really fun and he was a really good teacher.”
  • you hug him tightly and reassuringly, knowing his past was not his brightest time of his life
  • precious

Yoosung:

  • just started skiing 
  • “what? snowboarding? no way! that sounds so hard!”
  • he actually didn’t really know how to ski but he was so cute when he tried
  • “MC.. why do I keep falling?”
  • “Here Yoosung; let me help you..”
  • he was fidgety and felt uncomfortable being taught by you
  • he wanted to be the manly guy like zen who was badass and cool
  • but here he was-
  • “So if I want to stop I make a ‘pizza’ with my skis??”
  • poor cinnamon bun
  • he’s so helpless
  • meanwhile there’s zen in his natural habitat 
  • his movements swift and quick
  • while he was clumsy and terrified of falling down 
  • that first night was not a good one
  • so he got up and played LOLOL
  • its like 3am
  • suddenly he realized that there was a simulation in LOLOL similar to skiing and-
  • the next day he was a whole different person
  • baggy eyes and shit but
  • he was more sure in his actions
  • “MC!! I DID IT”
  • “WHAT YOOSUNG”
  • “THE GREEN SLOPE. I DID IT”
  • sloppiest run you’ve ever seen
  • but you’re super happy for him and cheer him on
  • for once, gaming did have its perks 

Jaehee:

  • mom who has to wait in that one warm place with the fireplace and shit
  • nervous af that at least one person will break their ankle shes biting her nails off
  • talks to the other moms and is super friendly
  • tried skiing once
  • it wasn’t her thing
  • “h-how do I maneuver my ski poles in sync to my legs..?!?!”
  • mom
  • worried chicken nugget
  • give her some appreciation
  • when the bois come back soaked and freezing she’s the first to comfort them
  • offers them goldfish bread
  • love love love
  • “Yoosung, there’s no point in not taking off your skis- HEY SEVEN DROP THAT HELMET RIGHT NOW OR ELSE–”

Seven:

  • motherfuker can do both - skiing and snowboarding
  • depending on his mood he would go either way
  • feeling restless? signs up for the snowboard business shit
  • whenever he feels laid back he just grabs his skis 
  • will go down with you on every slope
  • whenever you fall he laughs like a gOAT
  • always goes terrifyingly fast 
  • he never fell once
  • okay maybe he did but he blamed it on Yoosung for skiing into him

Jumin Han:

  • actually a really good snowboarder believe it or not
  • two words to define him on the slope: elegant & regal
  • idk how to describe him?? he’s like badass but cool-looking enough to look like a king
  • Zen is always competing with him to see who would fall down first
  • they were at it once from 8 am to 11 pm like zEN CHILL
  • Jaehee is worried for him
  • “Are you sure you won’t catch a cold? Remember about your plane flight in five days.. I don’t want to escort my boss with the flu.”
  • acts all cool and just replies “Yes, Assistant Kang.”
  • doesn’t show it but he’s always wanting to go out onto the slope 
  • anytime
  • “MC care to come with me? It’s just a quick run.”
  • Jumin it’s fucking 5 am”



if you read this far ily T.T  thanks for reading~ don’t worry, I’ve got a few more drafts in the works that I’m working on every day ! also tell me if you guys want one with V and Saeran :)

Mr. Jackson (pjohoo Big Bang)



So here it is!!! I’m so excited to finally post this fic! This has been an awesome experience and before anything I want to thank and applaud @percyyoulittleshit for her awesome job organizing this @pjohoobigbang ! I met some really awesome people this time around. @scriptorsapiens was my amazing artist for this and was always around to discuss deep meanings and cool scenes so thank you for keeping up with me. @cherrycolagirl was my beta (thanks for swooping in last minute). Here’s my two cents for the bang, I hope you enjoy it!



It all started when Grover’s head popped out of Percy’s locker. “Percy!” The satyr gasped. “Thank the gods, I’ve been trying to reach you for almost an hour.” Percy, who had tripped over a bench and almost lost the towel around his hip, was about to ask what he was doing inside his locker but Grover seemed to be in a bit of a rush. “I’ve got a small favor to ask, well it’s not just me it’s a camp assignment but-”

“I told Chiron I wasn’t getting involved at camp till after school ended-”

“Yes, but this is important-”

“So is graduating high school, Grover-”

“Could you let me finish?” Grover finally asked clearly exasperated. “We sent Clarisse and one of my satyrs to a school not far from camp. It was a strong scent, Percy, last time I caught something like that we sent Hedge and he came back with Piper, Leo and Jason.” That certainly got Percy’s attention.

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This time last year, the whole winter season, was the darkest period of my life. I was suffering deep loss and hurt and grief. I cried and prayed and yelled. My most honest prayers included all the worst words I usually don’t ever say. I was sad for such a long time. I healed, but slowly. The months seemed to inch by for a while.

But in this moment, even as I type this, I am crying the big, sappy, happy, thankful tears. The theme for 2017 so far in conversations and my own reflection has been “Look at what God has done.” I honestly have so much joy and hope and expectancy for what the rest of this year holds, and I mean that in the most real way possible. My relationships, my emotional health, my business - everything has changed for the better, and I’m not exaggerating.

If you’re going through something hard or sad or weird, or even what feels like the very worst thing that could ever happen to you - keep trudging on. God will meet you there.

And a year from now, or even far less, you’ll be crying these tears too. I’ll cry them with you, just looking at everything He’s done.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a fic to "All I Want" by Kodaline or "All of Me" by John Legend? I love your writing style by the way! Keep at it!

I decided to go with John Legend


Honestly, Will couldn’t believe Nico’s mouth hadn’t gotten him into more trouble. He always had a quip reply on the tip of his tongue when someone spoke to him, and the gods knew that his mouth got Will in deep. Will wished he knew what happened in Nico’s mind that gave him the snarky remarks and such quick thinking, but he could never pin it down. Nico was a force that Will couldn’t recon with. He left Will dizzy and confused, but Will always went back for more. Maybe they both were just the right amount of insane for each other. No one else could rile Will up, and no one else could calm Nico down.

Every once in a while someone would ask Will why he chose Nico. They just couldn’t understand what it was about the son of Hades that had Will so intrigued. Will could never really pinpoint what it was exactly that drew him to Nico, but there was something about the way he felt when he was around Nico. He almost felt like he was drowning, a burning in his chest, but it was the most pleasant feeling Will had ever grown accustomed to.

He loved everything about Nico. There wasn’t a curve of an edge that Will hadn’t properly paid tribute to before when they were alone. It was one of Will’s favorite things to do. Despite Nico’s squirming, there wasn’t a scare Will hadn’t kissed and whispered to, promising not to let anything hurt Nico again. Nico most definitely had his fair share of sharp edges, but Will was beginning to wear them away. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but it was best accomplished when Nico was down.

It happened to Nico more than it should, the mood swings and the bad days, but Will took full advantage of them. He took the time to tend to Nico, to make sure he was comfortable and calm, before he took up his spot next to Nico, or with Nico laying against his chest between his legs. Nico wasn’t always “all there” on his bad days, but Will would always stick through them and stay by Nico’s side, offering whatever comfort he could. There was something so holistic about sitting in silence with Nico, and Will couldn’t help but feel like they were both giving something to each other.

When it came down to it, they were both exposed in those quiet hours, showing each other the cards they kept close to themselves, hidden against their chests. Will was more than willing to show Nico his hand, though, and after chipping away at Nico’s hard exterior for so long, it seemed Nico was ready too.

When it came down to it, they both held the King of Hearts, but you couldn’t win with just one king.

Somewhere along the line, Nico decided to let Will in. Will had given Nico his all so long ago he couldn’t remember when he’d let it go. Now, though, Nico was giving Will all of himself too.


The abstract-ness of song fics is hard for me to grasp

Thank God for Boo Boos

{Reader gets an ouch in the shower and Anakin simply must check on her.       I know the title sounds sort of silly but I promise I took this seriously :’) I hope you enjoy it!! }

Your teeth bared down harshly, a sharp, hissing intake of breath resounding in the large shower. The blade of your razor had sliced a thin, but deceivingly deep well into your first finger; blood immediately pooling to the surface in a perfect sphere of Crimson. “Ow.” Was all you had to say-well-mutter. You held your bloody digit beneath the running water, watching the it turn a pale ruby atop crème colored marble. 

A familiar warm tug, originating from the center of your mind notified you of Anakin’s nearby presence. He was close and growing ever-closer. You simply assumed he was walking past the occupied bathroom, sighing calmly as you dipped your head back into the steaming water. A nearly silent click of the door said otherwise. A moment’s silence and then; “(y/n)?” Anakin’s elegant voice queried into the misted air. 

Your eyes shot open, a smile instantly breaking across your face. “I’m okay Ani, I just cut my fing-” Before your sentence’s end, a nude Anakin padded into the shower, a furrowed brow and slightly agape lips completing his look of true concern. You unabashedly allowed yourself to take in the sight of your stunning lover, eyes settling on his outstretched flesh hand. A small chuckle escaped your lips, but you appeased him, placing your hand in his. Elegant fingers instantly wrapped themselves around your palm, crystalline eyes inspecting the laughably small wound. 

“What happened, love?” Anakin’s eyes trailed upward to your own, his brow now smooth and the look of concern now turned to one of utmost adoration. He must have been comforted by the lack of damage, relaxing considerably. 

The emotion written on Anakin’s features made it that much more difficult to reply. Eyes gazing into your very soul through thick, dark lashes, his careful caress running small circles into the palm of your hand that his still held captive; you smirked. 

“I was shaving, Ani, to be smooth for you.” You stepped forward, reducing the space between your damp bodies and brought the fingertips of your ‘uninjured’ hand to your star struck lover’s mouth. 

You took your time, following the curve of his lower lip with a ghosting touch, trailing the sharp angle of his jaw downward. You stole your other hand away from the man’s grip, placing both sets of fingertips on his neck, tracing a path down his defined chest. In an act of blatant desire, you let your fingers play languid circles around the tender, blushed skin of his nipples, a smirk spreading on your lips at the audible gasp that followed. You had so much time and this was so beautiful. You took in the-now shallow-rise and fall of Anakin’s breaths, admiring the way droplets of water danced about on his tan, heated skin. 

Your hands continued their journey, Anakin letting out a slow, shaky breath, head lolling to one side, eyes fluttering closed as your fingers made their delicate way down his abdomen. The slightest echo of a soft grunt from his throat resounded off the marble shower when you reached his hips, causing your lips to part in awe. The sounds that fell from Anakin’s lips would forever be enough to send your body into a lustful frenzy, but you remained patient. The power lay with you in this moment and it was… exhilarating. 

Eagerness got the best of Anakin, his arms wrapping around your back, pulling your slick body flush with his. You feigned shock. “Oh, Anakin," You lightly rested your lips on the tender skin where neck and shoulder meet, "You must practice patience.” A groan of protest. 

You stifled a giggle, readjusting yourself against his hard body, adoring the way he held you so tightly, despite your 'scolding’. The friction of your hip and thigh against his already hardening member must have been just enough, causing your lover’s jaw to clench and a keen moan to tumble from his full lips. The sight nearly stopped your heart, and for someone who preached patience, you found yourself capturing his lips with your own in a heated kiss. Forgoing your usual tender pecks, you delved your tongue into his warm mouth, but quickly found yourself being dominated. You felt Anakin break into a smug smile and allowed yourself to do the same before licking a slow line across his bottom lip, nipping at the now kiss-reddened skin for good measure. 

You sighed against your lover’s skin, breathing in his scent before untangling yourself from his hold. His brow furrowed once again, fingers following after your form. You chuckled, simply going to shut off the water and returned to him, smoothing his ever so slightly damp hair. “Take me to bed?” The crease between his eyebrows smoothed, a pleased smile forming in its place. 

“Of course, my love.” A quick kiss was pressed to your forehead and you were easily scooped into the man’s arms, an unstoppable laugh of joy escaping you. Your eyes remained trained on your lover’s features as he made his way to your shared quarters, admiring the elegant slope of his nose, his long lashes, the full curves of his lips. Honestly, you’d been so taken with him; it nearly startled you when you felt yourself being set down. But a burning image of Anakin cleared your mind. He laid you down with utmost care, a hand behind your head and one on the small of your back, crawling onto the bed immediately after you were settled onto your silk sheets. It was nearly animalistic; the way he peered up at you through dark lashes, breathing unevenly with want through bared teeth as he braced himself above you. A few strands of hair tickled your cheeks, his nose lightly nudging yours in the closeness. 

Your stomach suddenly fluttered, heart literally aching with adoration. “I love you.” The words came out rasped and whispered against his lips, and you knew you were staring, wide-eyed, at the sight before you. You attempted to continue. “You are so…lovely.” That one came as a weakly exhaled breath. 

Anakin blinked quickly, most likely against his own will. This sort of confession always caught him by surprise, no matter how often you professed them. The simple truth; Anakin was humble. This made each and every revelation of love a striking occurrence for him. It was wonderful, truthfully. 

“Thank you, darling.” A metallic fingertip caressed your cheekbone and you leaned into the touch, smiling warmly. “And you are magnificent…,” A light kiss placed on the tip of your nose, “…stunning…,” another to the corner of your mouth, “… perfect.” The last word was spoken as a prayer, lips coming to melt with yours in a passion-fueled kiss. Then Anakin’s teeth unexpectedly took hold of your bottom lip, leaving light imprints on the skin and you in a state of roiling desire. 

Moments like these were lustful, yes and obviously physical. But, being close to Anakin; feeling his energy entwine with your own, was indescribable. He had a way about him; a power, a natural beauty. It was utterly fascinating to watch, a miracle each time he unfurled before your eyes. Here he was; ever-powerful, but tender now. He was breathtaking; moaning, melding with you in every way. You knew now; this would be a night of equal care. Not only would Anakin display his usual adoration for catering to your every need, finding so much pleasure in pleasing you. He would become utterly vulnerable for you, allowing walls to crumble and guards to be let down. Now was the time to care for him; to once again delight in the ideal that even a warrior, a Jedi, like Anakin revels in the variants of touch at times. Raw, rough and soft, praiseful. And so, to worship. 

You brought your index finger to rest between yours and Anakin’s nearly-connected mouths, attempting to separate long enough to slide out from beneath him. But, a sharp intake of breath sounded from you as the man licked a wet line up your digit, and your quivering lips. Eyelids fluttering closed against your will; you let an unabashed moan slip from your throat, causing an immediate reaction from Anakin. The muscles in his back, where your free hand rested, tensed noticeably. When your eyes slowly opened once again, you were mere inches from your lover, a look of absolute passion gracing his features. Thankfully, you regained your senses and ability to move long enough to refuse another onslaught of acquiescence on your part. 

“Anakin let me-…” You began breathlessly, quickly giving up on speech and simply easing yourself onto your elbows. You moved up on the bed until your back met the soft wall pillows at the head. In a blunt act of sexuality, you spread your legs wide apart and beckoned for the almost panting Anakin. He obeyed readily, coming to kneel between your splayed legs, eyes downcast; head bowed in what was almost reverence. 

You placed two fingers beneath his chin, gingerly lifting his. “Anakin, my love.” A soft smile played at the corners of his lips. His eyes were so blue; lapis lazuli and spring skies. 

Fingers slipped easily downward, following the trail of hard lines and muscle. Anakin’s stomach tensed momentarily with the light touch. “Tickle?” You met his gaze with a kind smile that he returned with a nod and quiet chuckle. He was so breathtaking. You leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to any of him that you could reach. But you needed more. 

“Lay back, angel”, you whispered against his warm skin. Unhesitatingly, he obliged, lying on his back as you came to straddle his upper body. You, of course, did not miss the immaculate image of his now fully erect member, the already leaking tip resting against his lower abdomen. You were careful not to make contact, not yet. You actually hadn’t noticed how eager you yourself had become until you were settled onto Anakin, the unmistakable sensation of your own wetness spreading onto his skin. 

Anakin took the chance for revenge. A mock groan of pity and then he chided, “Patience, my love." 

You smirked; glad there was enough light for him to see and lifted yourself, moving back enough to hover inches above the head of Anakin’s member. His lips parted at the sight, eyes watching your every move. He ran feather light fingertips up your arms and across your chest, softly caressing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. You nearly keened at the touch, back arching. 

Wanting to draw the encounter out, you simply settled yourself on top of Anakin, enveloping his length between your heat and his own abdomen. Initially, his expression was that of slight confusion, probably as to why you hadn’t simply taken him inside you, but quickly acquiesced to your wanton act. You smirked, savoring the sensation of his throbbing length between your slick folds, and began slowly rocking your hips, easily gliding from the base to the tip of his member, coating him in your arousal. He immediately gripped your hips in desperation, your hands coming to rest behind, holding his thighs for support. Your clit repeatedly hit the ridge that defined the tip of Anakin’s length, pulling full-body shudders from you. Your eyelids threatened to close, but you refused to miss a solitary second of the scene before you. Anakin, soft and taken under your touch. He was full lips, fluttering eyelashes, and low moans; gold and ivory. The setting sun’s hazy rays spilled through the windows and reflected against the lighter tendrils of his hair, falling across his face to create definite ridges of shadow and light. 

You realized he was closer than you’d thought as you reached out to him, a hint of a spilling-over of things ebbing at the edges of his force signature. You reluctantly halted your ministrations, earning a pleading look from your tensed lover. You smiled warmly, bring your palms to rub up and down Anakin’s chest to sooth the threatening waves of ecstasy. 

Leaning down, you whispered in his ear, "I love you.” You felt the soft reverberation of a laugh resonate from him and pulled away with a grin. 

“I love you too, (y/n).” Cool, metal fingertips brushed across your cheekbone and you instinctively leaned into the touch, your own fingers still drawing indistinct patterns on the supple skin beneath them. 

Without warning, Anakin bucked his hips upward, eliciting a gasp from you. “Ani…” You chided, lightly pressing your nails into his shoulders. “Don’t tease." 

The smirk was plastered on his lips. "Yes, my love.” You rolled your eyes, ready to rebuke before he pressed against you once again. The grip on his shoulders became much more necessary. 

“Oh my god, Anakin…” You managed to profess, not sure yourself if it was a scolding or a plea. 

A warm, flesh hand traveled down your hip, between your thighs and you obeyed what you knew was wanted, lifting yourself away from Anakin’s length. A finger slipped between your damp folds, your breath the only thing disturbing the otherwise silent air that hung about you two. Maddeningly light pressure was applied to your clit and you attempted to push your hips down, silently begging for more. Anakin did not oblige your request, his free hand coming beneath your thigh to hold you still. Your eyes strayed from where they had been focused, the dark patch of curls that surrounded your lover’s length, trailing upward to find him studying you, a look of awe and restraint written on his striking features. 

Anakin, plea-” you began to outright beg, but were cut short by a tut-tut of disapproval and an ever so slightly trembling scold, “Oh (y/n) you must practice patience.” The tone of voice was husky with lust, nearing a growl. 

His finger swiped a particularly hard circle around your clit, stealing more gasps of pleasure and a twitch of your abdomen. Anakin’s breaths became shallow with want and when he could no longer endure, he took his hand from your now dripping sex, rubbing the arousal left on his fingers onto his engorged member. You allowed your eyes to close, heart pounding in your chest; your senses all trained on what was to come next. You were almost positive you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. Anakin aligned the tip of his length, teasing your entrance, still gripping the underside of your thigh to keep you still.

Anticipation wore your patience thin.

“Oh, god. Anakin, please.” You pleaded, uncaring of how desperate it may have sounded at this point. He finally gave in, guiding you slowly onto himself, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. 

Cliché, but true; you always felt incomprehensibly more complete when Anakin was inside you. Of course, it was always a tight fit at first, what with his size. But, after short moment, it felt more natural and comfortable than any other way of existing. The two of you simply stayed in still silence for a second, both evening your breathing, unfalteringly staring into each other’s eyes. You could feel his adoration radiating off of him in waves and knew he could undoubtedly feel the same from you as well.  

You then inched your hips upward, consciously constricting the muscles within yourself as you reached the tip of Anakin’s length. Pride blossomed in your chest as a small, genuine smile overtook his lips, eyes slowly closing, head turning to one side. You brought a hand to his face, brushing a light touch against the sharp angle of his jaw with your knuckles. 

You allowed yourself to slowly settle back down onto Anakin, and up again. An agonizingly slow pace was being set. Your breathless Jedi’s hands came to rest at your hips once more, guiding the rise and fall of your body. Each and every pulse of movement seemed to awaken a new level of need in Anakin, his own hips very deliberately bucking into you. 

“You’re so-,” A groan of pleasure escaped him, interrupting the thought, “good. You're so good, darling." 

The praise tickled your stomach; made your heart nearly ache with love and joy. Of course, even in the throes of making love there are slight inconveniences: your legs grew tired from the repetitive motion. You ceased your ministrations and took a deep breath, admiring the love struck expression on your partner’s face. 

Anakin did not question your pause, simply rubbing your thighs as he queried, "Would you like to lay back darling?” You nodded with a smile and Anakin immediately helped you climb off of him, offering you his hand for balance. You gratefully took the help, and then brought his hand to your lips, pecking it lightly and pulling him along with you as you lay down. The laugh he let out was infectious and you both giggled for a moment, staring, fascinated, at each other. You sighed contentedly and ran your hands down your lover’s back, enjoying the pressure of his weight on top of you. 

The moment’s tone quickly shifted as Anakin brought a hand down to caress you, fingers gliding easily up and down across your heated center, earning a soft moan of appreciation. You were about to kiss him when he sat back, admiring you with half-lidded eyes and a furrowed brow. 

“What is it Ani?” You tilted your head in genuine curiosity. He looked so concentrated.

“You’re absolutely stunning, (y/n).” He stated it so matter-of-factly, and your lips broke into a grin. Before you got a chance to thank him, he moved back on the bed and lowered himself. Your eyes followed his every move, admiring the various muscles that rippled beneath the surface. 

Lips inches from your sex; his hot breath the hypersensitive skin made you shudder with anticipation. A gasp fell from your lips the second he opened his mouth to lick a wide, wet trail up your already damp folds. His hands came to your thighs, spreading your legs further as he eagerly licked into you. His attention became focused on your clit, forcing you to subconsciously squirm away from the nearly overwhelming sensation. He quickly wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you steady as he continued. The noises you emitted ranged from violent to pathetic; your eyes shut tightly, fingers interlaced with Anakin’s waved hair. 

There it was again, that ever so enticing tug that warned; an impending tidal wave of pleasure. Anakin, unfalteringly acute, pulled away from your center and was immediately on top of you again. His weight a comfort, as was the quick swipe of a kiss across your neck. You felt your own wetness on his lips and smirked in your pride. 

Then came the unmistakable sensation of Anakin’s length teasing your entrance. You brought your legs to his sides, pressing them close, and ran your hands across the expanse of his back, admiring the peaks and valleys of muscle and soft skin. 

“I love you (y/n),” A breathy whisper of love to you before you were filled up, your hips tilting for more. You brought a hand to your lips, biting deep grooves into your first finger as Anakin hit the sweetest spot within you. 

“Oh, Anakin…” You were panting, keening, almost unintelligible.

 "So perfect… You feel so perfect.“ His reply, as he moved, a deep, deliberate motion; into you again and again. 

Legs shaking, fingers gripping, voice worn. You yelped, gasp, and praised your way through the ecstasy. Anakin’s noises only spurred you on further, pushing you closer to the edge. His every moan, every growl of pleasure, every sweet nothing made your heart stutter, made you push against him harder. Soon, you were both breathless, grabbing at each other, lips pressed against salty skin. Sweat-laden and lust-fueled, you were both close to your ends. Anakin’s thrusts became erratic, arrhythmic. 

A deep, trembling phrase was uttered in your ear, ”You’re such a good girl, (y/n).“ That was it, what sent you careening over. 

You cried out your lover’s name, voice slightly hoarse and body taut. Not a moment later, Anakin came undone with a low moan, his seed spilling inside you, the warmth bringing a tired smile to your lips. 

Eventually, both of you caught your breath, still pressing your lips to one another’s shoulders and necks. As soon as Anakin pulled out, he had you pulled tightly against his chest, pressing light kisses to your forehead. The previously turbulent pulse of energy surrounding the two of you had now returned to its even, peaceful swells. 

As you lay there, clinging to one another, tracing tender patterns on each other’s skin, you thanked the stars that you cut your finger. 

I lay next to you silently begging for your embrace.
By the end of the night all of me hates you; still I fall in love before the light of the next day.
And as it creeps up the hills and falls over the city just to kiss your golden skin good morning, I thank God and curse your name.
I watch as your chest falls and rises again. I watch as your eyes flutter and your lips relax around your mouth. I watch as your nose flares with every deep sigh and I try my best not to cry. And I try my best to feel alive- with you.
Still the light bathes you and the morning wakes you and the day calls out your name.
So I swallow my pride and play the game and pray today the rules don’t change. And pray today will be the day- that you love me.
—  Same shit, different day.
  • Doctor: *The Hospital doors burst open as doctors and nurses rush two gurneys carrying very pregnant and in labor Ruby and Yang with their wives beside them.* Prep the delivery room for two!
  • Yang: GAAARRR! FUCK THIS HURTS MORE THEN I THOUGHT IT WOULD! *Yang Screamed in pain, gripping her wife Blake's hand.*
  • Blake: I know baby. I know. Just,NRR, Hang in there. *Blake comforted her wife, holding back the groans of pain as she held Yang's hand.*
  • Weiss: It's okay Ruby. You are doing great. Just-just remember. Deep Breaths Deeeeeep breaths. God, what are the odds that BOTH of you would go into labor at he same time?
  • Ruby: NNNNNNFFUH! Weiiiiiiiiiss. *Ruby panted, squeaking Weiss's hand as her wife wipes the sweat from her forehead.* The next baby you are the one carrying!
  • Doctor: Okay we are almost there. Mrs. Schnee Rose. Mrs Belladonna Xiao Long. If you could wait h- *The doctor began to say before being cut off.*
  • Weiss/Blake: I'M NOT LEAVING MY WIFE'S SIDE! They shouted with threatening glares*
  • Ruby/Yang: THEY ARE COMING TOO! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH/GRAAAAAAAAAH! *The sisters yelled before they turned into screams.*
  • Doctor: Y-yes ma'ams. *The terrified doctor muttered as they entered the delivery room.*
  • ~Four and half hours and broken hands later~
  • Ruby: Oh my god. He is so beautiful. *Ruby smiled as tears of joy streamed down her face as she held Her and Weiss new born son.*
  • Weiss: *Sniffle* Yes Ruby. Yes he is. *Weiss sniffled happily as she leaned down kissing the top of her wife's head as she looked into the ting pair of silver eyes staring up at her.* You did great Ruby. I love you.
  • Ruby: I love you too. *Ruby smiled as she kissed Weiss and their son.*
  • Yang: *Meanwhile, as Yang sobbed her eyes out she couldn't help but smile down at her and Blake's new born daughter.* She is *sniffle* so p-p-purfect, Haha. *Yang laughed as she looked up to her equally as happy with a bandaged hand wife.* Thank you so much Blake. *sniffle.* Thank you.
  • Blake: *Blake wiped her eyes before kissing her wife as her new daughter, giggling when their daughter's cat ears twitch.* I should be thanking you. You gave me so much even when I didn't deserve it. Thank you. I love you. Both of you.
  • Yang: I love you both too... Sorry though about your hand.
  • Blake: She was worth it.
  • Weiss: Speaking of she. *Weiss spoke trying to collect herself.* What are you going to name my little niece?
  • Blake: Hehe, We can ask the same about you two and of nephew. *Blake laughed at her sister in-law when they both looked down at Ruby and Yang.*
  • Yang: *The two sisters looked at each other and both nodded as they looked at their babies.* Actually, gals. I hope you don't mind be me and Ruby already have names picked out.
  • Weiss: You do? *Weiss raised an eyebrow.*
  • Ruby: *Ruby and Yang nodded.* Yeah. Actually it's more like a promise we made to someone really special and important to us.
  • Yang: Someone who, beside our parents, inspired us to be huntresses.
  • Ruby: Someone who taught us never to give up.
  • Yang: Someone who reminded us that we are never fighting alone. That our spirit is indomitable.
  • Ruby: Someone who said the effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death.
  • Yang: Who said never let anyone tell you that something is impossible.
  • Ruby: To keep moving forward.
  • Blake: *At the sisters words Weiss and Blake looked at eachother and nodded in agreement.* Alright then.
  • Ruby/Yang: *Both Ruby and Yang smiled at Weiss and Blake thanking them both before looking down at their son and daughter.* Welcome to this beautiful world of fairy tales and fantasy... Monty / Oum.
  • *Rest in Peace Monty. Thank you for all your hard work and for making your dream into a reality that has inspired millions to follow in your foot steps and to follow their own dreams.*

Get a fish who can do both!
Another fanart for @jamison-junkrat fanfiction “Strange Waters”. Normal fish and monster of the deep ;)
Still trying to find my style with junkrat. Not happy about it. Used some screenshots of him and stuff. Just doesn’t look like junkrat at all narf!
Tried to follow the description of the scary monster in the fanfiction. Still love it!

672: Fifteen

By @autopistaaningunaparte: Hi!! Congratulations for your milestone!! You rock, girl! 🎉🎊🎉🎊 Can I still send my request? If so, my number is 672 and the sentence is “I figured I could tell my side of the story and people could either choose to believe me or not.” Thank you so much in advance! PS: i’m super hooked on Avenging Angel 😳😍♥️ xoxo

Word Count: 976

A/N: T-Swizzle! God, I love her. I love how she can tell stories with her songs, especially her older stuff. Her music video for You Belong With Me is seriously one of my favorite music videos ever. And her new stuff has this deep level of maturity and I just absolutely love how you can literally see how she grows up through her albums. But it’s really difficult to write something off of one of her songs (especially this one) because the song itself is a story.

Song 672: Fifteen by Taylor Swift


“I swear, it wasn’t me!” You leaned across the cold metal table, the handcuffs around your wrists jangling. “I haven’t killed anyone.”

The police officer leaned back in his chair and raised an unbelieving eyebrow. “Well we find it mighty suspicious that you just happened to be in the same towns when two murders with the same MO happened, years apart. Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, were you planning on killing another high school history teacher, or did you just kill your history teacher because you hated her class?”

“I never killed anyone. Please, you gotta believe me.”

“Then why did you come here today? Just turned yourself in to offer information? In my line of work, that’s a clue in itself.”

This was going nowhere. You should have known better. “I figured I could tell my side of the story and people could either choose to believe me or not. But I guess you’ve already made up your mind, so what’s the point?”

“Giving up already?”

Fire burned behind your eyes as you fixed a determined glare on him. “On you? Yes. But I didn’t kill anyone when I was fifteen, and I haven’t killed anyone now that I’m twenty-six. I know I’ll be able to convince someone else of my innocence, but obviously not the officer with a personal grudge against the girl who turned him down at the bar last week.”

Your jab at his lack of professionalism obviously hit close to home. “That is not what this is about—“

The door to the interrogation room opened and a tall man in a suit stepped in. He flashed his FBI badge as a second man entered behind him. “I’m Agent Shriver and this is my partner, Agent Hansen. We’ll take it from here.”

The officer stood up and grumbled, but handed the floor over to Agent Shriver and Agent—Dean Winchester?

Your mouth dried up when the second man turned and locked eyes with yours. It had been eleven years, but you would never be able to forget those beautiful green eyes. His head tilted minutely for a moment, but you could tell when he placed you in his memory. He stood up straight, electrified.

“Miss Y/L/N, we have a few questions about—“

“Get me out of here or I’ll blow your cover,” you whispered so that no one in the observation room behind the two way glass could hear.

That gave the first man pause—Sam, you guessed. Dean just sat down heavily in one of the chairs and kept his eyes on you. “Y/N, look, I promise I can explain everything.”

“Not in here. Use that fake FBI badge to get me out of here. Then you can explain.”

Sam and Dean shared a look of silent communication for a moment before turning back to you. After a few minutes of fake interrogation to make it look believable, Dean uncuffed you and the three of you managed to make it out of the police station.

As soon as the three of you were in the fresh air outside of the police station, Sam spoke up. “You two know each other?”

“My freshman year of high school you guys moved to my town,” you explained, trying to be as concise as possible. “Dean and I… we had a thing. Then, the day after Mrs. Harold was killed, Dean didn’t show up and he never came back.”

He’d broken your heart. Dean Winchester had been your first love, and one day he just disappeared. Though you supposed that you should be grateful for that. If he had stayed, you might have stayed with him and Dean Winchester hadn’t been a good influence on you. Fifteen years old and just trying to fit into the big new high school… you were easily manipulated and ended up skipping more classes than you went to just because Dean flashed you that bad boy smile.

“You ever notice how after Mrs. Harold was dead, no one else started showing up dead?” Dean gave you a little bow before he unlocked his classic car. “You’re welcome for that.”

“And now you’re impersonating federal agents. I think I’ll walk home.”

“Wait, Y/N.” Dean grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away. “I promised you an explanation.”

“Yeah, you also promised me that you would never break my heart, but you broke that promise eleven years ago. I loved you, Dean. Well, as much as you can love someone when you’re that young. And then you were gone.”

He opened his mouth, probably to explain some more, but you weren’t done.

“Which I’m fine with now. It was for the best. I didn’t know who I was back then, and I was becoming who you wanted me to be. Not who I wanted to be. And I know who I am now. I know what my dreams are. I’m finally the person I want to be.”

“I don’t want to change that,” Dean said, holding his hands up. “But I do want to explain. Give me that much, at least?”

Eleven years. You’d changed a lot since you last saw him. Maybe he had too. And you’d come to the station today to explain your side of the story. The least you could do was give Dean the same courtesy you’d been denied by the officer. A glance at Sam cemented your decision. He was watching the exchange between you and his brother very interestedly. There was definitely more to this story.

“Alright. But you’re buying me lunch because they had me in that station for hours and I’m starving.”

“Deal.” A hesitant grin covered his face, and he opened the back door of his car for you, just like the gentleman he never was in high school.

Eleven years had changed him, and you were hoping it was for the better.



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